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catsteeth · 6 months

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The Caged Bird and The Leashed Dog

Sandor Clegane x reader

+:✿ Chapter - 6 ✿:+ Free Fields

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Summary: You are the daughter of Jon Arryn, you and your father travel to King's Landing with the intention of arranging a marriage for you. You catch a glimpse of The Hound during your first night in Kings Landing and it creates a mutual fascination even if he won't admit it.

CW: ALL SMUT MDNI, afab reader, virgin reader, P in V sex, oral sex (mutual), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up cuties), creampie, angst, emotional unavailability, emotional vulnerability, The Hound being abrasive, mention of death, blood, threats of violence.

A/N: I am posting early this week, giving the girls what they want in one long smut scene. Everyone say thank you Bambi.

Word Count: 3467

You had ridden most of the night, but once the daylight began to rise in the sky you felt sleep take you. Sandor tied Lika to Stranger and Sandor held you as he rode. You insisted you didn’t need the sleep but he insisted in the opposite direction. He’d ridden most of the day holding you against his chest, wrapped in his cloak.

You’d woken up in the forest. The light that peaked through the gaps in the leaves of the trees above you began to shine in your eyes. A cold breeze traveled through them, waking you up even more. You looked to your side through half open eyes. You sat up quickly, realizing you were laying on the soft grass alone. You looked around and saw Sandor was watering the horses, and you were wrapped in his cloak.

“‘M right here.” He said looking over his shoulder at you then back to the horses.

You looked around and never felt so alone, there was no one for miles. But again you never felt so free.

But you couldn’t help but feel somewhat awkward. You’d never been alone with Sandor like this. There was hardly any chance of anyone stumbling upon you, your time was not limited, and now everyone must have known. Known that he took you with him.

You sat up and held your knees closer to your chest, you noticed how the red gown the Lannisters had made for you was already wearing thin, the fabrics tearing slightly. You ran your fingers over the ruined fabric over your knee. You noticed the pattern of the fabric was lions and roses. As your fingers ran over the lion's tail you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach.

Tyrion.

You didn’t love him, that was true. But you were fond of him. And maybe at some point if you were married you could have. He wasn’t like his family, and he tried, he really did try to make your cage a comfortable one. But he did not open that cage for you, he didn’t even seem to want to. Sandor did.

Sandor looked over his shoulder at you again, noticing you examining the fabric.

“You can’t wear that out ‘ere.” He said gruffly as he stood and walked towards Stranger.

You looked confused,

“Somebody comes along and see’s you in that bloody thing you know what they’ll do?” He asked, as if he was testing you. Wanting to know just how cruel you knew the world could be.

“Something like those men during the riot did.”

“No.” He huffed while rummaging through the sattles bag “No one’ll ever touch you like that again.” He said pulling out some clothes and walking towards you, “But they’ll know who you are. Where the fuck you came from. Lannisters would find us faster.”

“You don’t think they’ll know who you are?” You asked as he handed you the clothes,

“You can change that fuckin’ dress but I can’t change my face now can I?” He said in a gruff voice that you ignored as you looked at the clothes. There was a white cotton tunic, a thick gray wool sweater that was like a dress on you. a pair of tall black leather boots, a thick black leather belt with a satchel attached to it, and a pair of dark brown trousers that were too tight for you but would have to do.

“where’d you get this?” You asked looking at the clothing,

“Stole it, while you were sleeping.” You looked up at him with a look of surprise “They didn’t want them, fucking left them outside.”

“Were they on a line?” He didn’t respond to you, just stared at you with guilty eyes, “They were hanging to dry. You can’t do that.”

“I’ll do what I have to, for you.” he whispered that last part, “You’re very kind. That’ll get you killed out here.” His voice was hardened and cold, “Change.” He said walking back to the horses by the river.

You shrugged off his hardened words. running your fingers through your hair. You realized how dirty the journey had made it. Not to mention the dirt that had gathered on your hands, feet, and knees.

Your eyes wandered towards the river, the water rushing looked inviting. You looked around, there was no one, at least for the next thirty miles. Then you looked back to sandor who was tending to the horses, he was strangely attentive and fond of the horses. It made you feel warm inside, seeing him be so gentle, after you’ve seen him kill and maim men for little reason.

You stood, as you did you began to remove your gown, Sandor could hear the fabric of your gown being discarded. He pretended not to notice it as he kept his back turned.

Your gown fell around your feet as you stepped out of it, your underclothes with it.

You walked towards the river, you dipped your foot in the cold water. It wasn’t like the warm baths in lavender oil that you were used to. But it was what you needed. The water was much deeper than you expected.

You plunged into the cold waters, let yourself stay under the water for a moment. The coldness of the water surrounded you, like it was holding you. It reminded you of the cold winds of the Eyrie. Before you could daydream even more you were pulled out of the water by your arm.

You gasped for air as your head finally reached the surface.

“Fuck are you doing, girl?” He barked at you, you pulled your arm away,

“I was dirty.” You said with a smirk as you were catching your breath.

“Er clean now, out.” He said pulling your arm again but you pulled away and out of his grasp. He huffed, you noticed that he was still covered in blood, it was faded but it was still there.

“You’re still all bloody.” You said and he tisked at you while he pulled on your arm again. “Stop it.” You said pulling your arm away before swimming closer towards him. “Come here.” You commanded softly. With a gruff sigh he gave in, kneeled towards you. You wiped the blood from his brow, his cheek, then his scarred cheek. When you touched it he winced a little. “Does it hurt?” You whispered, he shook his head.

“Are you finished?” He rasped, you nodded. He stood and walked back and away from you. “Get out of there before a man comes along.” He rasped once again, as he sat by a small fire he’d built. No doubt with a great deal of courage, he mainly built it for you.

So you did as he said, you climbed out of the water, you threw on your under clothes to cover your nakedness, though your body was still so wet the clothes became almost transparent. Sandor looked back at you while you rang out your hair. He’d seen you naked before, but this felt all the more intimate. The glamor had worn off, and you were reduced to skin and bone. Not a noble woman but a human. Your cheeks felt red and you looked away, but you felt his gaze linger.

“Dress yourself.” He commanded in a growl “If a man comes,”

“There's no one for miles.” You interrupted him, walking towards him, your hair still dripping wet.

“Stubborn girl.” He growled as he drank water from a flask, pissed that it wasn’t wine. But you continued your steps towards him. You knelt by his side and began to undo the clasps of his armor. He grabbed your hand “Fuck are you doing?”

“You’re covered in blood, your armor- it’s covered in blood.” You said but he didn’t let go of your hand “We can’t attract attention like you said. You being covered in blood would attract just that.” He let your hand go, and you continued. Undoing each clasp until he was left in his tunic and slacks.

You sat by the river and washed each piece with your hands, taking small amounts of water and rubbing it onto the silver armor. Making sure not too much water touched it, you didn’t want to ruin the material.

Sandor watched you as the sun began to set, it made him think about what he offered you in your room the night of the battle of Blackwater. He’d build you a home. And he would. He thought of you washing clothes in a river like what you were doing now. He thought of sharing a home with you, not a grand one like the Eyrie but a small home made of wood and stone. He thought for a moment of you carrying his babe. But he was not one for chivalry, tradition, or ceremonies. But he wasn’t one for love either but here he was.

You walked back with his armor, the fire illuminated his face handsomely, you tried to put it back on him but he took it and placed it on the ground. His eyes softened strangely, but his face was still in that scowl he always had. He placed his hands on your hips and his eyes ran over your body.

“If another man saw what I am looking at right now, I would kill him.” He grumbled.

“How many men have you killed?”

“Killed my first man when I was twelve. I lost count since then.” His voice was cold, and his eyes reached yours searching for any ounce of fear. Finding none. “I don’t frighten you?” He barked as if he was trying to frighten you, trying to get you to come to your senses.

“Never.” You spoke softly, your soft words always gentled the rage within him. He felt so much for you he almost resented you for it.

He grabbed you by your jaw, “Have you ever made a man feel this way before?” He growled,

“I don’t know.” You said, still not scared of him, you knew he’d never harm you.

“I know you have. How could any man not? I know that Imp, he wanted you.” his voice was so low it rumbled in his chest.

“I never felt love for him, nor lust.” You spoke softly, his grip on you loosened.

“What of that pretty boy,”

“Loras?”

“Aye.”

You let out a small giggle at the thought of Sandor being truly jealous of Loras, a man who couldn't love a woman. “Rumors of Loras are true. He did not like the touch of a woman.”

“He was a cock sucker?”

“Stop that.”

“What, you love him do you?” His grip tightened once again but still not hurting you.

“Not the kind of love you mean.”

“You said you promised someone you love to take the Eyrie. Who?” He growled, you knew that this was the only way he’d be able to tell you he loved you. By interrogating you on who you loved.

“My mother.” His grip loosened completely, “And my father.” His hand began to rest on your neck, “I promised my mother on her child bed, to keep her house safe, and her son safe. I failed at one I can’t fail both.”

“Oaths and promises are for cunts.”

“You’ve sworn a promise to me.”

“Aye.” He said, his eyes scanning down your body once more.

“What are you looking at?”

“The fuck do you think I’m looking at.” He rasped as you noticed his hooded eyes lingering on your breasts, hardly covered by your soaking wet under clothes. You pulled the top half of your under clothes over your head. His eyes snapped to yours.

“You’ve never been fucked by a man?” He rasped, he knew you hadn’t, he knew you’d already told him this, but he needed to be sure. You shook your head. “Never had a man's fingers in your cunt?” You shook your head again, “Never had a man’s tongue in your cunt?” He rasped,

“Only yours,” You whispered. Those words only encourage his throbbing cock.

“You sure you want this?” He grumbled, his large rough hands going to your breasts. They were rough and almost hurt by how course they were. They were so large that they engulfed your breast completely. Your mind then turned back from that to the question he asked,

“I am.” Your words are soft and sweet.

“Lay back,” His voice dropped and rumbled in his chest, it made you clench your thighs together. You laid back as he asked you. You laid back on the green soft grass. As you did he pulled his tunic off and over his head. He loomed over you, his hands ran from your jaw, to your sternum, to your stomach, to your pelvis. He toyed with the fabric of your under clothes covering your sex.

“You can’t take it back.” He rasped. You nodded, and you pulled your under clothes down and over your knees, he took them off from there.

He positioned himself between your legs, and leaned down. He kissed you deeply. Sucking on your lips as if they tasted of wine. His rough hands roamed your body, they were so rough they almost scratched at your skin. You moaned into his mouth as his hand found its way to your cunt.

His large middle finger began to play with your clit. His finger circled your clit a few times then teased your entrance, just a little, adding some pressure then going back to your clit. Your sweet moans only encourage his throbbing bulge in his trousers.

Your hand gripped a chunk of his hair at the back of his head, deepening your kiss. Your other hand roamed his back, littered with scars.

He kissed down from your jaw, to your neck, to your collar bones, your chest, breasts, nipples, stomach. He sucked and bit at your side making you jump a little and mewl. He continued on and kissed your pelvic mound.

He lifted your legs up and over his shoulders, kissing your inner thighs and biting them gently. The feel of his beard scratched at your thighs. Your back arched at the feeling.

Finally, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He licked at your sensitive clit, sucking on it, and biting on it lightly, enough to make you moan his name, which in turn made him moan into your cunt. The vibration of it made the sensation all the more pleasurable.

At this point you were soaking wet, you heard lude sounds from him, a mix of growls and slurping.

You gripped a handful of his hair again scratching at his scalp.

His fingers returned to your cunts entrance, not fully entering it, just applied pressure teasing you horribly.

He kissed your swollen clit and came up for air, He looked at your cunt, empty but clenching around nothing at all. It drove him mad, as he looked up at you, you looked down at him. “I’ll be gentle, but it’ll hurt.” He said with a low raspy voice.

You nodded, “Please,” you whined.

He kissed your inner thigh as his thick ring finger began to enter you. Your back arched and you let out a groan as you threw your head back. It burned a little, and the pressure was uncomfortable, and yet felt so good. His finger continued inside of you, and his eyes watched you making sure you didn’t want it to stop. Then you felt him hit something, it made you wince. He stopped,

“Take a deep breath, little bird.” He said oddly gently. He sucked on your clit as he continued and you felt a snap inside of you, it hurt,

“Nmph!” You groaned, let out a sharp breath.

“It’s alright now, it’ll feel better now.” He said moaning into your cunt.

And he was right, the pain and the burn stopped, and was replaced by pleasure. You moaned as his finger pumped in you over and over again. He added another finger as he sucked on your breasts. You held his head and kissed the top of it whilst he did so.

He pulled his fingers out of you and sat up on his knees. You sat up as well.

Your eyes looked at his fingers, covered in your slick mixed with blood. Your cheeks lit up red with embarrassment.

“It’s alright, little bird. I fuckin' love it, you've got no fucking idea how long I've wanted to do this to ye.” He comforted you, you weren’t used to it. You tried to ignore your embarrassment and focus on what you wanted. You started to undo his trousers, he didn’t stop you this time. You pulled his trousers down with some resistance from his large cock. Once you got them down his cock bounced up, standing straight. You looked up at him waiting for any resistance, met with none once again.

You took his cock in your hand, it made your hand look so small in comparison. He let out a deep groan, which only encouraged you more. You kissed the side of his cock, and kissed your way to the tip. You licked at the precum that was seeping from his tip.

It was salty and bitter but you couldn’t get enough. However, that was his last straw. He pushed you back onto the soft grass and pulled your legs around his waist. He kissed you, tasting himself on your tongue as you tasted yourself on his.

He lined himself up with your soft, warm, and soaking wet entrance. He slowly pushed his way inside of you. You both let out a loud moan, but you tried to cover your mouth, not wanting to risk others in these forests hearing you. Sandor wouldn’t have that though. He grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from your mouth,

“Don’t you fucking dare. I want to hear all of it.” He growled at you, “I’ve waited too long to hear it.”

“What if someone hears?” You tried to say without moaning but failing miserably

“I’ll strangle them with their own guts.” He said like an angry dog, “I’m the only one who can see you like this, hear you like this.”

He pushed further and further into you until he hit your spongy cervix, making you almost scream out in pleasure. Sandor gritted his teeth and he shouted “Gods!... (Y/N), you feel so fucking good!” as he slammed his lips onto yours kissing you with a hunger you’d never known. He let himself warm inside you for a moment, letting you get used to the stretch.

All the things you’d heard about sex finally made sense. The pleasure of it, and the pain of it. But you never knew how fulfilling it could feel. How the satisfaction would feel within you. You hadn’t even cum yet but you were a woman happy nonetheless.

He began to move again, in and out of you pumping. You gripped the grass at the sides of your head. As he pumped in you your breasts bounced, his eyes couldn’t stop but admire your body. Every inch of it unique to you and you alone. All those whores he paid who looked like you weren’t like this. They didn’t feel as good as you did, they didn’t fit around him the way you did.

“I’m not ‘urting you am I?” He asked through gritted teeth, you shook your head as you moaned loudly, “Good.” He said as he pumped harder and faster. He leaned down more and ravaged your breasts, you knew there would be marks on them tomorrow. His hands gripped at your hips so tightly you knew there would be marks there as well.

“Take it, take it, take it, take it-” He grumbled into your neck over and over again.

You felt the pressure in your belly tighten, you knew you were going to cum. “I feel ya’ tightening around my cock, do it, cum around my cock.” He said into your ear as he nibbled at your lobe, then moving to bite at your jaw.

“Fuck!” You moaned loudly, “Sandor!” You yelped as you felt yourself cumming all over him.

His arm wrapped around your waist tightly pulling you up and close to this chest. While his other hand held your jaw in place, having you look him in the eyes.

“Cum in me,” You pleaded breathlessly, his eyes widened, he couldn’t believe that you’d ever want him to do such a thing. It pushed him over the edge and he didn’t have time to question if it was truly what you wanted as he melted into you.

"(Y/N)!" He shouted as you felt the hot ribbons of cum filling you deep inside of you. His grunts were like war screams, as if he were impaling a man with a sword. In a way he was. It out of nowhere made you cum again, pushing some of his cum out of your cunt, overflowing around his cock still in you.

As he collapsed beside you, and you both laid there naked covered in sweat in the cold air. You tried to catch your breath.

“(Y/N)” He said in a husky growl you could hear the rumble of his tone, you turned to look at him. “I would die for you.”

NOTE:

Hi girlies. I made this with the intention of making it just one scene in a multiple scene chapter but it was already so long and we have a lot more to get to so enjoy this little freebie.

Also I am working on a new series, might take a min tho so I am not going to announce who it is about but it is also GOT related.

Also also double points for anyone who caught the Laufey lyrics

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adoracora-elizabeth · 1 year

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The truth always comes out, chapter 45

Cora leaned against one of the pillars of Jackdaw’s Castle, one of the six follies that were built on the grounds of Downton. She had a perfect view of the castle itself. The guests were dancing on the dance floor that was a temporary build on the lawn. Robert had not spared any expenses on this wedding. He truly pulled all strings to transform Downton into an even more fairy tale place. She loved him for it, he truly made sure Mary would have the best day she could have. Seeing her oldest daughter walking towards Matthew in the church had filled her heart with so much gratitude. The moment they both said yes, she had shed a tear. Mary was growing up so fast, as were Edith and Sybil. Two of her daughters married, one was already a mum, and she suspected that Mary would soon follow.

She took a deep breath of the fresh air; she had one drink to many she noticed and that´s why she had escaped the party. Seeing Robert in his marvellous light blue suit was hard, she was longing to him with everything that was in her. She had almost crawled in him, when he had taken her onto the dance floor, after he had danced with Mary for the father of the bride dance. She realised that the amount of alcohol that was in her body did not help containing her feelings. When she saw Robert standing next to the orchestra, she had almost lost her composure, it was at that moment that she walked towards the folly. Why was he like a magnet pulling on her? It was frustrating that she was not able to let go of those feelings, and she started to question of she was just being stubborn and should give it a chance.

She had to walk back towards the party, they would notice she was missing. Using the pilar for support, she turned around back towards the castle, but bumped into somebody. Two arms wrapped around her, so she did not fall over. She instantly recognised his scent. "Robert?" She said in a surprised gasp.

Robert had put his hand around the woman's body to keep her from tumbling over. He had not seen her and wanted to apologise, but then he registered that he was holding Cora in his arms. Hearing her surprise gasp, made him step back. She was drunk, even in the dim light around this folly he could see it. She was swaying on her legs. Or at least she was very tipsy, she did not have the drunk smell hanging around her. He had never smelled that on her before, but he knew the smell. He had only drank one glass of champagne, but after that he stayed on the safe side.

When Cora felt Robert's arms letting go of her, she felt so much sorrow that it hurt. She stepped forwards and pushed herself against him. She got on her tiptoes and puckered her lips. She got no response.

Robert looked down at Cora's face, how much he wanted to kiss her, he did not do it. He needed to be sure, this was what Cora really wanted. It costed him a lot of willpower to keep his hands from roaming over her body. The way her breasts were visible in the low v neckline was irresistible. Did she wear this dress to provoke him? No, of course not, he said directly, she was not that evil. He put his hands on her face, one kiss, one kiss could do no harm. Could it?

Cora pushed her body against Robert's even more firmly when he took her face in his hands. Why was he not kissing her? Did he not want her anymore? She knew she wanted him; she needed him. Even if it was only for tonight. She needed to feel him. "Please kiss me." She said breathless.

"Are you sure?" Robert asked, it did cost him more and more effort to not crash into her tempting lips.

A deep and long moan left Cora's throat. Her hands moved up towards his face and she pulled him down. There was not a change for Robert to deny her this kiss any longer. The way their tongues found each other, was as if they never had stopped kissing. Robert cupped the back of Cora's head, to keep her as close as possible, while he sucked on her tongue. They were like teenagers, who kissed for the first time. They kissed like the world would end tomorrow. Cora melted against his body and her shape fitted perfectly against his. Their surroundings faded away and only them two existed. Nothing else mattered to them, then tasting each other on their lips.

Cora was the first one to pull back, she was getting lightheaded from the lack of air. She would have kissed him even longer when she had not needed to take that breath. Her chest was rising and falling in leaps and bounds. Robert looked down at her and he saw her breast going up and down with every breath she took. He felt his own chest rising in a rapid pace to. He needed more, this was not enough, he needed to feel more of her. He put his hands around her waist and lifted her up, walking her backwards against one of the pillars. Cora wrapped her legs around him, so he could hold her up under her bum.

He kissed every inch of Cora's chest that was not covered with fabric. He felt her hands move over his back, and every time he sucked at her skin, he felt her nails dig into his back. It was overwhelming to taste her again and he needed to taste more of her. He needed to know if her taste was still the same. Slowly he lowered her, so her feet touched the ground again. While his hands stayed on her body, he lowered himself to the ground and started lifting up her dress. She was wearing stockings, which he rolled down. Her slip followed soon, his fingers stroked over her core, his lips following his fingers. He felt her shutter from pleasure. He knew how to please her, and his tongue started working. Immediately he felt her fingers in his hair, slightly tugging on his hair.

Cora was overwhelmed with all the feelings that rushed through her body. She did not realise she had missed this that much. Waves of heat were whirling, and she felt she was coming close already. Leaning back against the pillar, she let Robert overwhelm her even more, not letting any thought into her head.

Just before Cora reached her high, she felt him slow down. Her hands were still locked in his hair, and she tried to get him to speed up. He did not, he even was starting to get up, he kept his hand down there and did not stop stroking here, what made her desire even worse, she felt herself almost burst. A deep moan left her. "Do not stop, please." She murmured.

Robert put his mouth on hers to stop her from talking. "Did you like that." He then said with a breathless voice.

"You know I did." Cora's words were more like a moan.

"Good." Robert replied, while his hand was kneading her breast. He felt Cora's hand trying to remove his belt, he helped her with it and the second his trousers fell down, he felt her hand on his manhood. It made him wobble on his feet. She pressed her core against him and whispered. "I want to feel you." Robert did not need more words and he let her guide him to her opening and with steady beats he moved in her. He did not need much, but he kept himself from falling over the edge, Cora needed a bit more time. When he felt her falling, he followed and, in that bliss, he rested his head on Cora's shoulder.

Cora moved her hand through his hair. "I have missed you." She said.

"Did you truly?" Robert lifted his head and looked into Cora's eyes. "Did you miss me? I have missed you immensely and I cannot picture a future without you in it.

Cora took Robert's tie in her hand and pulled him closer; she lifted her chin. "Let us not run to fast now, but yes I have missed you." She kissed him gently. Cora heard the band had started playing. It was time for the final hours of the party. "We better go back to the party. Before they start searching for us."

Robert took Cora's face once again in his hands. "Are you back?"

Cora still felt the effects of the alcohol on her, and she knew she had to be careful now. This evening had turned out to be a very pleasant one, but she realised that they were walking on very thin ice and should tread forward with caution. "We need to go back." was her answer. She did not know how to answer, she wanted to say yes, but she also knew that the alcohol was having a big effect on her state of mind.

Robert knew Cora was right by not answering his question. It was not fair to make her say the words right now. But he knew that tonight had showed that there was still something real between them and that there was a crack in their status quo. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14247899/45/The-truth-always-comes-out?__cf_chl_rt_tk=ws46TMX13OESZcWHVzQcOIzdwIxj47E._YKuYmeypyE-1693251602-0-gaNycGzNDVA

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martianbugsbunny · 2 years

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.56--Episodes 2-3

I have watched through S6E3; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—That Renaissance-y ballroom Monte Cristo had was so pretty. If I had a house that cool, I wouldn’t throw parties or care about revenge, I would just stay home and stare at the decor all day.

—Regina’s outfit at that ball was lovely. She has the best embroidery on her Evil Queen clothes.

—Zelena and the Evil Queen working together is going to be a huge pain in the neck, I can just feel it. Zelena’s annoying and the Evil Queen is…evil. It’s a very bad combination.

—Belle is low-key full of crap. She never really tried to make things work with Rumple. (Disclaimer, he didn’t really try much either.) She A) didn’t have realistic goals for their marriage and B) didn’t really do the whole communication thing too well. She could at least have the good grace to admit it instead of acting like the marriage not vibing is entirely Rumple’s fault.

—Very cool how extremely normal it’s played for Emma to go to counseling. And I love Hook even more for being supportive of her, and encouraging her to go. Their relationship is actually one of the most plausible, realistic, healthy relationships in the show. I mean, not that I know much about that kinda stuff, but that’s how it comes across to me.

—Why is Monte Cristo so speedy? I know the gist of the original story, but none of the details, so I’m not going to know which traits are derived from the original and which are cool new ones. Which is a lil sad for me, because I love being able to compare.

—I like the Evil Queen’s hairstyle except for the loose hair. When you’ve got a perfectly chic updo, why ruin it with having some hair not make it in?

—Archie is still v handsome. I wish he was wearing more sweater vests right now, but jackets and ties are cool too. I 💖 his glasses, btw. So cute. And he’s a listener. Oh, gosh, listeners slay me.

—Regina’s new haircut is cute.

—Hook and Henry sword fighting with branches is cute. I love that they get to have a good relationship. And I love when Hook gets to show his playful side.

—Monte Cristo makes me sad. He wanted revenge, but not at any cost. When he died, yes Regina was defending her friends, but he wasn’t trying to hurt them of his own free will.

—Rumple’s Scottish came out in full force when he was reading that nursery rhyme for the baby. Like damn, I’m still kinda starry-eyed over it.

—It’s an interesting take on Cinderella to also have one of her stepsisters be a victim of the stepmother’s scheming. I’ve seen Cinderella where the stepsisters are willing accomplices and Cinderella where none of the stepfamily is evil, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before. Well done.

—I also like that Gus got to go to the ball with Cinderella in his human form. He can eat so much more cheese as a human!

—David’s verging on dumbass here. Seriously, this whole family needs to take a communication workshop. Something important happens? Somebody’s gonna die? Well, no need to discuss with the loved ones, they’ll find out soon enough!

—Speaking of, Emma not telling her family about her impending death is very David-in-Neverland. She’s really her father’s daughter.

—I have seen the light. The light is Dr. Frankenstein x Dr. Jekyll. They’re both kinda mad scientists and the way Jekyll was all ‘it’s an honor to meet you’??!?!!? YES! Plus they aesthetically work, because one looks a little bit more sinister and one of them looks pretty non-threatening, which reflects their personalities. Put them together and they just 🌟vibe🌟 in every possible way!

—Also I would like to point out that Frankenstein is low-grade smoking, what with his blonde hair, mad scientist lab coat, and little bit of dark eye makeup. Dr. Whale? Not so interesting. Dr. Frankenstein? Oh yes.

—I am gonna be obsessing over Jekyllstein (IDK) for at least another week. Maybe longer. If I get some decent footage of them working together in Frankenstein’s garage lab, it’s gonna be a month.

—Speaking of eye makeup, Hook’s was on point in episode 3. His eyeliner just stood out so well for some reason. And gosh does it highlight his eyes!

—He and Emma are finally moving in together! YAY!

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selflessdoctor · 7 years

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@bellicaptivus from here.

Everything he assumed their relationship was getting---- better? Was that the word for it? He doubted it but never the less, it always proved that no. It was not better, it was not better at all. Like right now. Simon could do nothing but look at him dumbfounded. How dare he? Did he not know who he was? He knew his record but did he know about he completed med school at the ripe age of eighteen? How he was the youngest in his class and the top three percent of his class? How he was a fantastic surgeon and he should be thrilled to have him on his ship when he had a wound that needed fixed? No. Ash Tyler was an asshole. “Excuse me?” He finally spoke, tilting his head just a little, mouth opened in disbelief. “You---- listen you neanderthal! If any of us is insufferable, it’s you! From the moment you meet me, you’ve been following me around and giving me some--- some kind of looks I don’t approve of! I may have been arrested but you know nothing about me so before you believe the file you read on me, how about you ask for the story yourself instead of assuming----!!”

#bellicaptivus #| v. he looks just like his father but he could never love somebody’s daughter |#[ LOOK I FINALLY DID IT YAY ]#| q. what do you QUEUE him for |

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Bedtime Secrets

The request:

Author’s Notes | I love sweet requests like this for our sweet prince. He deserves some happiness after all. Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW Ivar II, posted for HTGI Event. Words | 1146 ⁑ Warnings: None

From the beginning, you thought that marriage would be a disaster. Not that he wasn't a blessed man, nor you had anything against his condition - as some would meanly say. But you could see he wasn't exactly planning to get married when your father brought the idea to the table where your fate was sealed beside king Ivar the Boneless from Kattegat.

"A pledge of allegiance and long bond," your father said. What better way to tell a king you trust him than offering him your best and bigger treasure?

Definitely not what you wanted for your life. Like all the other women of your age, you wanted to find somebody to love.

You weren't unaware of your condition: as a landlord's daughter, you knew your marriage would much probably be arranged to grant your people's best life, but you asked the gods many times that your marriage would come to join you to a man that would, at least, allow you to reach his heart.

How would you reach anything inside those cold and sharp blue eyes your father delivered you to?

Your marriage was poorly consummated the night it happened. Ivar was an occupied man. Tired from hanging with the Earls, Kings, and other guests of your marriage - which was absolutely bigger than you ever thought your party would be - he touched you a single time.

Nothing but seal the union the ring on your finger had represented.

But the gods decided to send him a message - or strike him right in the middle of his face: You fell pregnant with a single touch of his body. His seed grew roots in your womb from that single moment the two of you shared and then, you saw it change in his eyes.

He didn't become the most loving of the husbands, but his blues weren't that cold for you anymore.

As your father told you, Ivar was a man of his faith, and the idea of having a marriage visibly blessed by the gods was enough to warm his heart towards you.

You were spoiled and covered with the best through your whole pregnancy. You had servants all over you. Anything would stop to tend for your needs.

You never had really tried to approach your husband, afraid he would reject your feelings or make you feel silly for being so emotional. But his reaction to your pregnancy was changing it into you.

And when you gave birth to a beautiful little girl, your walls were completely crumbled by Ivar's teary eyes.

Watching your husband holding your little girl in his arms was the most tender moment you ever saw in your life. His kisses to her forehead, his words whispered to her ears, every single detail of him crushed the fear of your heart by showing he was so much more than his fame would speak about him.

He was ruthless in battle, but his hands were tender to touch your little girl's blankets. He could be a monster to his enemies, but he was the warm embrace your daughter would sleep so easily in.

Little every day, you discovered your husband was as much a loving man as he was a fierce warrior.

Perhaps your dreams became true before you could really notice.

Perhaps there was a chance for you to reach that man's heart.

Not the ruthless king, nor the fearless warrior, but the loving father you watched sitting beside your little one's crib, telling her stories, waving his hands, and making sounds just to get more giggles from your baby girl.

You'd been attracted by the growls in his voice and your baby's loud giggles. And your eyes watched as he told her stories from the gods, playing with his hands your daughter tried to reach for a while. Then the stories became calmer as the little one laid down, watching Ivar's movements from inside her crib.

Soon, he was whispering a low song. And you watched as your little girl embraced her blanket, falling asleep peacefully at the sound of his voice.

Ivar stayed there for a long while, caressing your little girl's face. His rough fingers marked by swords and daggers were so gentle when touching her face. His face, usually so hard, was so tranquil. And his eyes were placid lakes instead of those sharp blades of ice you remember seeing the first time you've seen each other.

Maybe there was space for you there. Perhaps your fear to approach was keeping you from reaching your dreams in his arms.

You dared.

Your steps entered the room slowly, and you sat beside Ivar, catching his eyes almost immediately.

His gentle touch reached your face. His fingers caressed your chin, sliding as you leaned your face into his warm palm.

"My beautiful wife," he mumbled.

Sweet words you had never heard from him, maybe because you never approached enough to hear him speak.

"You came into my life unwarned. I even thought it was a mistake to bring such a delicate treasure into my mess. But look how silly and wrong I was."

Your eyes found his. To your major surprise, his eyes were full of love, his touches were full of tenderness, and you saw yourself leaning into his arms, laying your head against his chest, feeling as Ivar embraced you warmly.

"You're my gift from the gods. And you brought joy into my life. I couldn't be more grateful."

You lifted your face and gently placed your lips over his, kissing him slowly, receiving a tender answer you never thought you would ever get from him so freely.

Smiling was almost inevitable.

"My loving husband," you mumbled. "I'm the lucky woman the gods chose to be by your side. I'm the one who's grateful over everything."

Your eyes watched his lips curling in a beautiful scene you'd seen so few times since you'd known each other.

Ivar was smiling at you, almost like a shy boy, flattered by your words.

"You're so humble, my queen. And it just makes you shine more in my eyes. Come," he said, getting up and holding you by the hand. "Let us close the hall and retire for this day. I wanna spoil my queen tonight and maybe make our joy even bigger, who knows?"

He was clearly saying he wanted to be with you.

To produce more children, which were the joy of his life.

Your heart filled with happiness, and it was your time to smile at him.

"Then may the gods bless me tonight, husband, so I can bring you more joy than you ever thought you could have."

You would remember to thank the gods for your blessings. Ivar was everything you could ever want and, in the end, your dreams couldn't really show you how good would it be to be loved like you were.

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barnesandco · 3 years

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Little Hands (V)

Series Masterlist

Bucky treats you to a day out.

This is an entry for @star-spangled-bingo 2021. Word count: 1625. Square filled: “Lucky (Clint’s dog)”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Police. Sad child.

A/N: This is so late and I am so sorry. Let me know what you think! And massive thank you’s to anyone who is still reading this disaster.

Morning brings a new perspective, a new ease in the way Bucky moves around Ana. He pretends he doesn’t know that you witnessed the way they bonded last night, and for that benefit you don’t bring it up. It’s discussed and laid to rest with the intelligent smile you give him, one that he lets dissolve through his sternum and curl around his heart. Tendrils of soft hope, wisps of quiet connection, strengthening the friendship you’ve established and glinting with promise of something more.

Something more might have to wait, but Bucky thinks you’ve made it clear that it is there, on the horizon, awaiting you both. A future, one that, on his part, also involves the little soul that sits on top of the kitchen island, swinging her legs into the cabinets. Children are early risers, and so are superheroes, but today, on this cool morning, Anastasia has them beat.

So, it’s just the three of you. Bucky, and Anastasia, and you. You’re cutting up fruit and washing berries for the pancakes he’s making while you also remotely monitor the tea. A minty brew, warm, topped with honey and lemon, sharp enough to wake lingering drowsiness while still soothing, syrup-soft. You know your stuff, and Bucky’s glad to have a change of pace after a fast week of too much too strong too sweet coffee, even if he chooses to have it that way.

This particular change of pace would give him whiplash if not for the fact that he got a good night’s sleep, Anastasia’s nightmares notwithstanding. It has strengthened his resolve to find her a child psychologist, somebody who can help her better than he can, once this ordeal with Tobias Zola is over and they are all safe.

He needs to keep her safe. It was her mother’s – no, her final caretaker’s – last wish and request, and now that they are tied by blood, it has become his. She really looks so much like him. Her hair hasn’t developed the same brown yet, it’s still a shade lighter, with hints of golden for the lesser age, the summer sun bleaching that has yet to pass. It’s curly like his never was, likely an affectation of whatever female contribution is in her genetics.

Her genetics. Bucky shakes his head at the frying pan. He doesn’t want to sound like one of the scientists that put her into this situation, into this cruel, cruel world.

A clearing of your throat breaks him out of the thought bubble, and he flips the last pancake out of the pan and onto a plate, much to Anastasia’s delight. The ensuing giggle is the closest thing he’s heard to laughter from the kid. That’s not good. Children need laughter. He makes himself, and Ana, a silent promise to be more uplifting.

“Do you think we could leave the Compound, today?” You ask, out of nowhere, as you place the assorted fruit on the table. Ana, whose hands is halfway to the strawberries, stops as she waits on Bucky’s answer. Clearly, this is something she wants, too. Who is he to deny them?

“Sure. Fury might want us to take some security measures, but we should be fine.”

-----

That’s how they wind up at an ice cream parlor by 10 am, after the security has been cleared with Fury and Sam, and the only addition to their little team is Lucky, a dog apparently shared by Clint and his protégé in the city, one Kate Bishop. They’ve been told that while not a trained security dog, Lucky has sensors that will let Kate know if they’re in danger, and she can provide and send further backup. The rest of the Avengers are busy with tracking down leads to Zola.

Bucky knows he can protect you and Ana just fine, should need be, and isn’t worried about the fact that the only bodyguard they’ve been provided with is canine. Ana has bonded with the dog and walks with one hand in the fur by its shoulder and the other in his own hand, her eyes flitting between the sights of the city and her companions. Her caretakers. Her guardians.

The ice cream place is a little business that another one of Steve’s children is working at on weekends. is a head shorter than Bucky, and terrifies the living wits out of him. She’s one hell of a people watcher, she has a sweet tooth and a thing for Jane Austen, and the world is lucky her foremost interest is in dessert making and not something far more nefarious, like say, espionage.

She greets Bucky at the door with a hug and shakes both your and Ana’s hands, and lets you all sit outside so you can be with Lucky. The rusty fall sun makes Lucky’s fur shine like spun gold and light Ana up in hues of ruby and topaz, and you turn your face to the light and sigh.

For a moment, the world is quiet. For a moment, the scent of sugar crystallizes on his face like the sensation of rightness does. And when it ends, it’s not with a crash landing. It’s a gentle reorientation. You open your eyes, look at him with immeasurable affection. Ana pets Lucky. Vivien says, “Let me know when you’re ready to order, Uncle Bucky,” and puts a menu on the table.

You decide on a mango ice cream shake, Bucky wants an Oreo sundae, and Ana, of course, demands the largest dish on the menu, the one whose picture is emblazoned across a good quarter of the laminated card. A massive ice cream and berry split.

When your order arrives, Anastasia laughs for the second time. Bucky thinks he should say something, make a joke, conversation, but in this moment, nothing else could feel so forced. He’s a man of few words and many services. That’s how he chooses to love, and Ana can see that. You can see that.

It's why you nod affirmingly when he meets your eyes over Ana’s mountain of ice cream. You carry entire sentences in your glances, words of silent confidence, the fuel he is feeding on right now.

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Ana is happy. The world, if for a few hours, is right. He knows it cannot last, even now, walking back to the car after a morning and afternoon of joy, arms laden down with bags of new things, treats he never had but can now provide. Despite the resignation that has started to weigh on him, he reminds himself: his daughter has a home. She will be safe, and he will take care of her, no matter what it takes.

-----

The car ride back is louder than he anticipated. You give the music a go, playing something by Raveena, a sweet voice he likes but that Ana talks over, making quite the chaotic symphony that he likes even more. Lucky contributes the occasional bright bark that makes Ana laugh, pausing her incessant chatter, if momentarily.

Mostly, she talks about what she saw, the things she has now started to process, asks questions about the stores she did not previously have the luxury to, presumably because her previous guardian didn’t have the means, and besides, they were on the run.

He’s grateful to her. Irene. Before he was confused but now it is obvious: Ana is his daughter, and he wants her as much as any other parent does their child, even if the way she was thrown into her life was unconventional, to say the least.

Looking at her in the rearview mirror as she twists in her seat to reach Lucky in the back, he knows he will move heaven and earth to remove the threats in her path. It makes him dangerous. It makes him a father.

“You okay?” You ask, following his gaze, and Bucky smiles, eyes returning to the road.

“Never better.”

Your hand finds his where it takes a break from the steering wheel to rest on his knee. He twists your joined hands until he can hold yours. Squeezes it, as if to say, thank you. As if to say, we’ll all be okay.

-----

Turns out, he’s wrong, and this is why you should never rely on routines. Promises are made to be broken. When they get back, the NYPD is waiting, and not to update them on the case. He sees the waiting handcuffs, and he knows you do, too.

You make the right move, trying to usher Ana out of the room with some excuse or other, but it’s too late. Her instincts have latched onto the fact that something is very, very wrong.

The DA says, “James Buchanan Barnes, you’re under arrest as a suspect in the murder of Irene Orlov,” and Ana screams, and screams, and screams.

Bucky tries not to close his eyes, knows it’s too late to put his hands over his ears as cuffs close around his wrists. Besides, he needs to show that he understands the charges, and yes, they’re reading him his Miranda rights, and yes, he understands.

He’s innocent. And his team will prove it. But it’s no use arguing with these people, so he goes silently, even as he hears Sam, Steve and Nat going at it with the police chief in the dull background of Ana’s roar. It’s no use. The police wouldn’t be here without reason, and they’ll let him go when his team finds them reason to.

Everything is going to be okay, he tells himself. It has to. Because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if it isn’t.

Bucky sees you, tear-sodden and holding onto a distraught Ana, in the reflection of the glass doors before they slide open.

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primasveraas-writing · 3 years

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“Kent v The Shitty Knee Itself”- Ted Lasso

A sort-of-sequel to "Kent v Linebacker," but this can still be read on its own. Part 2 of 3 of my fics about Roy Kent's shitty knee.

Part 1 // Accompanying AU

WORDS: 1649

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Roy Kent is old as shit.

His daughter is a fucking toddler. His son is in preschool.

And he has fucking arthritis.

“What the fuck do you mean I’ve got fucking arthritis?” Roy Kent explodes at the doctor, who waits patiently for his outburst to finish. “I’m in my fucking forties! I’ve got two fucking babies at home! What the fuck am I supposed to do when my fucking daughter needs to piss and we’re all sprinting into the bathroom? I can’t fucking potty train on a shit leg.”

His wife rubs his shoulders comfortingly; the news is less surprising to Keeley, who gave a damn when the doctors mentioned arthritis could develop, and who is also extremely endeared by her husband’s priorities, which apparently lie very firmly with teaching their daughter to pee in the toilet.

Roy shouldn’t be shocked either; he’s had a limp for a long time now, and progressively worsening pain. He’s been elevating his leg whenever possible, to the point where Ted pulls chairs up for him or sits down first so Roy doesn’t feel awkward (on good days, Roy scowls at Ted and stays standing, but these occurrences are increasingly few and far between). It’s been a long time coming, and as much as the great Roy Kent hates to admit weakness, his shit knee is getting shittier.

Keeley had forced him to go to the doctor when Roy scooped up both their children, one in each arm, and proceeded to fall on the floor in a heap of small limbs and curses. He again made the case that he was fine, but there’s a limit on how much Tylenol one person can take in a day, and Roy’s exceeded that limit for weeks.

He walks like he’s on a hill, wobbling as he drags his right leg behind him. Keeley remarks on how uneven his gait is, and Lily, his precious fucking baby, demonstrates just how wonky Roy is by limping around too. It makes him laugh, but then his gaze meets Keeley’s, and he realizes there’s not much he can do aside from accept his fate and ask Dr. Patel why his knee is failing him (again, the fucking thing).

Arthritis. Fucking hell.

“The majority of your symptoms can be mitigated by limiting any strain on your leg. This includes walking, lifting, twisting, standing, stairs-”

“-breathing, blinking, fucking doing any shit worthwhile-”

“We can also prescribe medication, but given the amount of pain you reported, I think the best option to look at is a walking assistant.”

“What, like a cane?” Roy snorts. He feels Keeley still behind him, then he looks up at Dr. Patel, who’s gazing back at him, entirely serious.

“A fucking cane.”

“It’ll alleviate the weight on your leg. Ideally, you won’t need it every day, but it’ll make a difference when discomfort gets too high.”

“Fuck no.” Keeley squeezes his shoulder. “Fine. Fucking hell.”

It’s an adjustment. Roy walks back to their car, cane-less for the time being, limping, and imagines a cane in his hand. Imagines being able to straighten up, and not going to bed in fucking agony after a long day.

He also imagines showing up to the football club with a cane in his hand and Jaime fucking Tartt the fucking muppet smirking at him with his stupid fucking face, and he wants to turn around and tell Dr. Patel he’ll never use a fucking cane in his fucking life. Then he imagines having a stick to beat Jaime with when he’s being a prick, and Roy grins to himself at the thought.

That’s what he tells Keeley on the way home: he’s on the fence. That there’s a stigma he doesn’t want, that he remembers this the pitiful looks he received after his first injury and after surgery. It’s fucking bullshit, that he’d be looked at differently just because of a fucking rod in his hand, or because his stupid knee is fucked.

“Since when does Roy Kent care about what other people think of him? I mean really,” Keeley tells him, patting his thigh. “Everyone decent won’t bat an eye, and anyone who does is a prat.” She shrugs. “It’s a flawless system, really. Good way to sort people out.”

Roy grunts in agreement and drums his fingers on the door. He sighs, leaning his head back.

“What if I can’t keep up with Lily and Ollie? What the fuck am I supposed to do with little kids?”

“We’ll adapt,” Keeley promises, offering her hand. Roy takes it and presses it to his lips. “They already know they can’t run from you, or bowl into you at full speed-” Roy snorts at this. “-so now we tell ‘em that they gotta be patient.”

“They’re gonna be the most patient kids on the planet,” Roy muses, but his chest feels lighter. His wife is fucking amazing.

“They’re fucking perfect, they are. And besides- they don’t love you cause you can lift them or up throw them around or run around after them.” She squeezes his hand. “They love you ‘cause you’re you, Roy. You’re their dad.”

Roy nods silently. She’s right, as always. His heart is warm, much lighter against his ribs. “Thanks, babe,” he tells her, and Keeley beams at him.

They adapt. Roy remains in awe of the resilience of children- Lily and Oliver don’t give a damn that he uses a cane, except they quickly have to delineate that it’s not a toy, so Oliver doesn’t hit anyone with it, and so that Lily doesn’t hit Oliver with it. Because of this, Roy has to be careful not to threaten anyone at Richmond with his cane while his children are around. One day, his kids will learn to do as their dad says, not as he does, but for now, his babies swear and scowl, and pick up on every bad habit Roy shows them. It’s fucking adorable.

The first month is the hardest. Roy and Keeley decide to grant him some grace- he doesn’t have to do shit like garden or mow the lawn, or anything too strenuous. It’s uneven, in the beginning, and Roy goes to bed every night feeling like a shit husband for everything that’s unloaded on Keeley. They fight about it, eventually, and Roy apologizes to Keeley with tears in his eyes. They find a balance, which involves a chair in every room in their house and somebody hired to do the lawn. Their roles have shifted, but it’s a pattern he’s familiar with by now. He’s gone through so many major changes with Keeley: switching careers and marriage and injury and parenthood twice over. And using a cane isn’t any harder than having a newborn and a toddler, so they manage. After all, they’re unstoppable together.

Nobody on the team makes a comment on the cane, except Ted leaves sticky notes on it whenever Roy isn’t paying attention, and Roy wouldn’t mind so much if they weren’t positive fucking affirmations, the corny twat. Then the rest of the team follows suit, and they sign it and put stickers on it and all sorts of supportive shit, and Roy tells only one person this, but he kind of fucking likes it (against his better judgment, of course).

Commentators and the press are not nearly as kind. There’s any number of articles written about him and how old it makes the football world seem. Roy wants to fucking kill all of them, but Keeley reminds him that all the pricks have shown their true colors, and one day he finds a picture of a particularly insensitive reporter that has been utterly defiled and left out in the locker room. Roy tucks this away in a drawer in his office, and he’s almost nicer at practice that day.

Beard and Ted match his slower pace as they walk out to every match, which isn’t subtle even from the offset, but they don’t say anything about it and neither does Roy. He also realizes that he’s never the only one sitting in a group of his friends, even if it’s just him and Ted, or Keeley, or Rebecca, or Nate.

Yoga gets much harder, then he and the yoga moms spend a night researching yoga for people with shit legs, and yoga gets easier again. If they want to do a challenge night, Roy shifts into the role of yoga instructor, which he’s fucking great at, thank you, and so what if he gets to drink more wine because of it.

And his fucking knee feels better. His medication works, but the cane helps the most. Ted and Keeley had told him ever since his initial injury to be kind to himself, to rest when needed, and to not be a stupid stubborn prick about his health. This mindset turns out to have a few merits, and maybe it’s even a good habit he can teach his kids.

It says a lot about him, this cane that accompanies a man in his forties. He needs it because he was a professional footballer who injured himself preventing a goal in one last game. Who needed surgery cause his energetic maniac of a son ran into him. Whose wife told him to use it with pride, because he’s Roy fucking Kent and his family and friends love him so screw everyone else. Whose coach used it as a tool to force positivity onto Roy, whose team and kids decorated it with messages of love and smiley faces and the two worst signatures he’s ever seen (though he credits Oliver and Lily for trying). It’s a symbol of persistence, of the pain he’s endured, of those who rallied behind him.

Roy Kent. Married to Keeley Jones. Father of Oliver and Lily. Coach at Richmond AFC.

And he happens to use a cane.

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atinyarmyzen · 4 years

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𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑒?

𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭!𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: brief mention of injury, some swearing

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: period setting, angst, fluff, you are the only child of a noble family who is an aspiring writer (much to your mother’s distaste), and one day to run into an old friend.

𝐚/𝐧: this took way too long to write so sorry if you’ve been waiting a while, this idea popped into my head and I started writing it like a month ago on and off. I hope you enjoy this v fluffy dramatic ghost au!

You don’t know him, but he knows you. Yuta had been a lingering spirit in this house for over a century, and he has grown quite fond of you over the years. He used to be your “friend” when you were little, but you had long since forgotten him. It broke his heart, but he still loved watching you while you wandered around the huge manor, he loved your singing and watching you read by the window. He had grown content with the arrangement, him admiring you and you never noticing, until one day- you do.

Your family had lived in the house for a couple generations, though the huge manor has been there for hundreds of years before you. Your mother and father were nobles who owned a sizable chateau in the countryside. You were expected to be a debutant and were to be married off to some other noble. It felt more like being sold in your eyes, and you wanted no part of it. Rather than going to parties and balls you preferred to read your books and run around barefoot in the huge meadows. It was lonely considering you were the only child, but you didn’t mind. You preferred the people in your books, and would often visit places all around the world through the stories you read.

Yuta had been the spirit of the house for as long as he could remember. He could barely recall his mortal life, and his life as a spirit felt like eternity even though he had only been dead 100 years. He knew you since you were quite small, and you knew him. You were the only person that had ever actually seen him, and your sweet friendly soul made him feel like wasn’t alone - trapped on the other side of existence. You would often run down the long hallways together, laughing and giggling the whole way. To your parents, it just looked like you running around alone, and they often just passed it off as you being having a wild imagination.

Those were the best days of Yuta’s existence, but it was not to last. As you grew older, your “imagination” began to fade away. One day, Yuta found you where you normally were, in the library by your favorite window. He smiled as he snuck up on you, prepared to playfully spook you like he always would. Except when he jumped out in front of you, you didn’t move a muscle. You kept your eyes trained on the book as if you heard nothing.

“Y/N?” he questioned. Nothing.

He kneeled down in front of you, his big doe eyes looking up into your face as your eyes continued darting across the page. “Y/N?, what’s wrong?” he asked again, thinking you were just giving him the cold shoulder. “Have I done something wrong?” he pleaded, his brows knitted in concern. Yuta reached out his hand and cupped your face, he noticed the sun rays seeping through his ghostly form as he touched your soft cheek. Instead of meeting his eyes, you simply shivered and pulled the window shut as if there was a draft. Yuta drew his hand back, can’t you see him?

He heard your mother call you from the other room, your head immediately perked up in response. “Coming mother!” you announced as you closed your book and got up to leave. Yuta watched in horror as you walked right through him out of the room, his eyes pricked with tears as he watched his best friend leave. His heart shattered, he had never loved anyone so much and it seemed like you had all but forgotten him.

Years past and you grew into a young adult. You attended school, went to parties - or rather forced to go by your parents, and talked to what seemed like hundreds of bumbling idiots who just wanted to marry you for you family fortune. The only solace you found was in your library where you could escape to far off places in books, or running around with your small dog in the fields. Yuta had no choice but to watch you grow, and soon his fondness for the small child he knew grew into love for the beautiful angel that graced the halls of the estate. He had become content with his situation- as long as he got to admire you from afar, it did not matter if you could not see him.

Until one day.

You had become absolutely fed up with your parents incessant need to marry you off. Dinner, like always, turned into a debate over your free will.

“I’d rather chew glass than marry that fool.” you spat as you pushed the food around your plate.

“Y/n, stop being so ridiculous. Don’t pretend you never expected this time to come.” Your mother retorts.

“I’m sorry darling, but we have already discussed the arrangement with his family, you can’t pull out now.” Your father added.

“I wish his dad pulled out but here we are.” You quipped under your breath.

Your father choked on his food and tried his best to stifle his laugh at your little joke. Your mother was less than pleased and scowled at you from across the table.

She shot daggers at your father. “I blame you for her mouth.”

“Would it really be that horrible if I didn’t marry? My literature instructor says I have a talent in writing and that I should consider publishing my stories. I could be so much more than somebody’s prize.” You said with an almost pleading tone.

“I won’t have my daughter becoming some kind of spinster lady. Can’t you see what’s best for your family?” Your mother said, sounding deflated. Your father kept his gaze down.

“I think “what’s best for me” are the words you’re looking for.” you seethed before you loudly pushed your chair back and sped out of the room.

You were too upset to even think about where you were going so your instincts took you right to the library where you sat on your seat by the tall glass window in a huff. All of it, the anger, frustration, sadness began to come to a boiling point. It felt like an elephant was sitting on your chest. Tears pricked your eyes and despite your best efforts they began to fall.

Yuta had heard the whole exchange at dinner, and watched from the corner of the room as your body heaved in sobs. It felt like someone was shoving a spike through his heart- he knew you. He knew you better than anyone, they way you prefer animals to people, your favorite books that you read through so many times the pages have worn, the way your eyes light up when you find inspiration for your stories. He knew what your dreams were- and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

He felt helpless, he decided he would do his best to comfort you even if you couldn’t see him, maybe you could feel him. Just as he started towards you he knocked over a stack of books. He cringes at the sudden noise which instantly made you jump and whirl around.

“Hello?” you said, startled.

Yuta dashed behind a bookshelf, although he mentally kicked himself for it because you couldn’t see him anyway. You got up and cautiously stepped forward.

“Mother?” you called. There was no way the wind knocked that huge pile over.

You felt the hair on your arms and neck stand up. You realized that you were supposedly alone, but the sickly chilling feeling in your gut said otherwise. Despite your every nerve screaming at you to get the hell out of the room you moved closer to the corner where the noise came from. You were stopped dead in your tracks when you heard a faint shuffling behind the tall book shelf. You gulped and peeked into the shadows.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you thought it was going to be something that would haunt you forever. Instead, you found nothing but what looked like a young man sitting on the floor with his hands covering his eyes. He looked just as scared as you were. He hadn’t noticed you yet, and you studied his appearance a little closer. His form was shifty, as if he was not solid, he looked though he was dressed from a hundred years ago. He had long, sliver tresses that reached down the nape of his neck and brushed his forehead. He had delicate features and full, pink lips. You smiled at the boy, there was something so sincere and endearing about him.

You decided to clear your throat to announce yourself, “Ahem”.

The boy gasped and ripped his hands away from his face. He looked up at you with huge, sparkly dark eyes and you were sure you could see your reflection in. Something about his eyes struck you- they were oddly familiar. You stared at each other for a while before he snapped out of his trance and quickly stood up. You were taken aback at how you were suddenly looking up at him, he looked to be about your age.

“You can see me?” He finally spoke.

“Of course I can.” You replied as if you see him everyday.

“Do you remember me?” Yuta said quietly.

“Remember you? I’ve only just met you.” You stared at him quizzically

Yuta’s heart sank, he thought maybe after seeing him for the first time in years you would recognize him. Still, he was thrilled you could see him at all.

“Are you afraid?” the boy asked.

“Should I be?” you retorted.

He chuckled. “No, not of me at least.” He grinned.

This was the second time he made your heart do flips in the span of 30 seconds. His smile was enchanting. It made you feel safe, warm, and again- he seemed oh so familiar. You felt like you could trust him with your life, and you had no idea why.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Good. I’m y/n.” You said, reaching out your hand.

Yuta stared at your hand for a minute before he took it in his and lifted it to his lips. You were taken aback, expecting a handshake. He pressed a kiss to the back on your hand while keeping eye contact with you. You gasped slightly, his hands felt cool, but his lips were warm. His gaze was so intense compared to moments ago, and it sent shivers up your spine.

“I know. I’ve known you since you were quite small.” He smiled as he straightened up again. “I’m Yuta, I’m the spirit that lives in this house.”

“Well Yuta, it’s nice to finally know you. How can I see you?” You asked

“Very few humans can at your age, usually it’s just children.” Yuta explained.

“I see.” You reached out to touch his face. “May I?”

Yuta nodded. You gently touched his cheek, it felt like a thick, cool air. He lifted his hand to cover yours. You noticed you could see your hand through his shifty one. “Can you feel anything?” You asked curiously.

“Barely, I can only feel warmth, but no sensation like I did when I was alive.” He said flatly.

“Wow.” You said, astonished that you were actually speaking to a fully materialized spirit.

Yuta chuckled at your child-like wonder. “You know you don’t have to go through with it.” He said after a short silence.

“What?” You say, puzzled. “You heard that?”

Yuta smiled shyly. “Yeah, most of it.” He said fidgeting with his hands. He then looked up at you with wide eyes. “Not that I eavesdrop or watch you all the time- I just- well- “ He began to panic. You laughed and reached up to “touch” his shoulder comfortingly.

“Don’t worry- I don’t think you’re a pervert.” You said, giggling.

Yuta sighed. “Oh, good. I didn’t realize that sounded rather creepy.” He laughed nervously.

You laugh again. “I’m glad there’s someone I can get along with around here. I would tell you to make yourself at home but you were here long before me.” You turned to pick up some of the fallen books and start putting them back in their respective places.

Yuta leaned his shoulder against the shelf with his arms crossed, smiling fondly at you as you move around the room, going on about the different books you’ve been reading. I felt like no time had passed, like everything was right in the world again.

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From that day forward, Yuta became your confidant. Being as you were the only one that could see him, you figured there was no harm in telling him all of your secrets, fears, and dreams. On top of that, there was something about Yuta that felt incredibly safe. Even if he were alive, he would still be your closest friend.

If you spent a lot of time alone before, it was like you were a hermit now. You really left the library, and sometimes it even sounded like you were talking to yourself. Your mother pressed her ear to the large wooden door, curious as to who you were talking to.

“That girl, she worries me.” She said, knowing for a fact you were alone in there.

Despite the growing concern of your parents, you were the happiest you had been in a long time. Yuta was always with you, he made you belly laugh until your ribs hurt, always wanted you to read him your stories, and he told you stories from when he was alive.

“I am 125 years old you know.” he said after he finished telling you about his childhood.

“You don’t look a day over 25.” You said sarcastically.

“Oh stop, you make my blush.” He said exaggerating his gestures.

“If you could even blush.” You quipped

He feigned a shocked gasp. “How rude Miss Y/n. I thought you were a lady.” Yuta fired back with a smirk.

You snickered. “If being a lady means I have no sense of humor, then I’m no lady.”

Yuta chuckled at you, your unapologetic attitude was one of the things he adored about you. His gaze lingered for a bit as you concentrated on the book in your hands.

“You know you don’t have to go through with it.” He said suddenly changing the subject.

You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “Sorry?”

“You don’t have to marry that pompous ass if you don’t want to.” He clarified.

You scoffed. “Yuta, you of all people should know the world doesn’t work like that.” Your eyes went back to your book.

“I wish we would have lived at the same time.” Yuta’s voice suddenly became softer.

You looked up to meet Yuta’s eyes- they could be so intense sometimes. Words were suddenly lost on you, your lips parted but nothing escaped. You were suddenly aware of the proximity of his face to yours. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, then tracing your jaw with his finger until he reached your chin. You felt goosebumps erupt on your arms, the cool air suddenly making you shiver.

Yuta noticed and pulled his hand away. “Sorry.” he breathed. “I forget how cold I am.” He said sadly, his eyes downcast.

You gently brought you hands up to his face, causing him to meet your eyes. He looked surprised.

“Me too.” you said quietly. “Maybe in another life, I wouldn’t mind being stuck with you for a husband.” You smiled.

Yuta’s face lit up with a huge grin that reached his eyes. He laughed breathily.

“I suppose this would be a good time to tell you I have loved you since you were small.” He brought a hand up to hold yours against his face. “But I’ve been in love with you since you’ve grown up into the beautiful person you are now.”

There was a moment of pause as you stared in the galaxies that seemed to be swirling in his eyes. All you could hear was your breathing growing shallower and your blood rushing in your ears. He was perfect.

Now or never.

You leaned in slowly, as if being magnetically pulled. Your lips hovered over his; he stayed still. Both of your eyes were half-mast as you stared at each other’s lips.

He pulled away.

You deflated. Yuta kept his gaze down. “I can’t.” He said in a thin voice. “And why not?” you retorted. He met your eyes with his glassy ones. “If I am going to kiss you- of which I want nothing more- I want to be able to feel you, and you me. You deserve that.”

“I don’t care Yuta. You have already given me what I know I will never have in this life.” You breathed, feeling tears begin to prick your eyes. “I love you.”

Yuta blanched at your words. He had gone too far, let his own selfish desires to be with you again get in the way. If you really wanted to be with him, what was the cost? He could never give you what you wanted from him. “You deserve someone who can give you a real life, a human one.”

You stood up abruptly with your back to him. The tears that had been gathering in your eyes spilled over, suddenly it was hard to breathe. Why was he doing this? You spun around to face him. “Then why?” you said with a shaky voice. “Why did do all of this? If you knew all along that you loved me why would you wait until the moment I realized that I loved you too to break my heart?!” Your voice began to rise as you spoke.

Yuta looked at you with a helpless look on his face. “I’m sorry.” was all he could choke out before his head fell into his hands and he began to sob. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at his any longer before rushing out of the room.

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You hadn’t seen Yuta in weeks. You barely spoke, your appetite was all but gone, and you cried nearly every night. You had forgotten how lonely it all was before him. You had become completely apathetic to your situation, allowing the your betrothal to become official. The wedding was in a week, and you were dragged to countless meetings with your dress designer, dance lessons, and wedding plans that your mother was far more excited about than you were. You spent any other time you had locked away in your room writing. At least in the world of your own creation, the heroine was able to have the life you wanted. She could have a career, travel the world, walk along the streets of big cities, and still have the love of a lifetime without having to sacrifice a single thing.

One day, you sat at your writing desk by the tall window, watching your tears fall to the paper below in soft patters. You looked up into the mirror, you didn’t even recognize yourself anymore. You were frail and your skin had taken on a dull sallowness. You could feel yourself slipping, the constant despair causing your to fray at the seams. You closed you eyes for a moment before opening them to see a head of silvery hair standing behind you. His eyes were just as doe-like as ever- they looked at you with such sadness. With a sharp gasp you turned only to find nobody behind you. You looked back to the mirror to see only yourself reflected back at you. There was no way of knowing if you imagined it or if he was really there. It all became too much, and with a pained scream you shattered the mirror in front of you with your fists.

Where is he?

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Despite the fussing of everyone around you and your mother’s scolding, your lacerated hands hardly concerned you. You sat in your nightgown still, in your usually chair by the window in the library. You fiddled with your bandages on your hands before one of the house attendants had come in.

“Miss Y/n?” he spoke softly.

You quickly snapped out of your trance, “Yes?”.

“A letter for you, miss.” He said as he handed you a small envelope with a seal.

You offered him a small smile, “Thank you.”

Your literature professor had told you to send off one of your stories to a publishing company in New York City. You eyed the wax seal on the envelope, and broke it.

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒴/𝓃,

𝒲𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓊𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 ��𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒴𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝓊𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓈 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈,

𝐸𝓁𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝒾𝓃, 𝐸𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝑒𝒻

Holy shit. You thought, quickly folding up the letter and going to your room to hide it in your desk drawer. This was surreal, never did you think you could actually get published- by one of the largest publishers in the country no less. Your wedding was in a week, what could you possibly do about it now? You slightly cursed yourself for being so resigned about your engagement. Until you remembered Yuta’s words:

“You don’t have to do it you know, I think you know that too. You could leave it all behind and be perfectly fine on your own.”

You turned to your bed to pull out a large suitcase, throwing it open before shoving every possession you could fit inside. Your life wasn’t here, especially now that Yuta had gone. You thought of your family- their disappointment. Your mother’s you could deal with, but when your mind crossed your father there was a slight tinge of guilt. You paused your movements for a moment. He understood you, and he always stood up for you when your mother would get particularly overbearing. Still, you knew he wouldn’t stop the engagement. You snapped out of your trance and continued to pack until were interrupted by a knock at your door.

You jumped at the sudden noise, suddenly aware you could be discovered. “Yes?” you called.

“Supper is ready Miss” someone said from the other side of the door. “Be right there!” you shouted.

Shit. You thought. You quickly shut your suitcase- which took a fair amount if effort due to how utterly stuffed it was. Shoving it under the bed, you fixed your slightly disheveled hair and left your room to meet your parents who were already sitting at the dining table.

“You look flushed, dear.” Your mother commented upon looking at your face. “Is everything alright?” She asked while sipping her wine.

“Yes, mother. It’s just rather chilly today.” You lied. You father just looked at you with a raised eyebrow before going back to pouring his own wine.

You were on edge the whole time, your leg constantly bouncing while mindlessly pushing food around your plate. You could barely stomach the idea of food due to house nervous you were. You were making your escape tonight, you thought. All you have to do is wait till dark. As soon as supper was over you quickly excused yourself and shoved your chair back before leaving the room without another word.

“She has barely said a word for weeks.” Your mother said lowly. “What on earth has gotten into her.”

“She wasn’t meant for this life.” You father mumbled. “She’s far too smart and stubborn.” You mother continued to watch the door where you had walked out. Her eyes narrowed before she finished her wine. “I blame you.” She said bitterly.

You rushed to the library to gather the few books you new you couldn’t live without. You dashed around the room, stacking them in your arms before you came to your usual spot by the window. You looked at the scattered books and your scrapped pieces of your writing. Your eyes stopped on a small drawing you had sketched while you and Yuta were spending one your usual days lazing around the library. He was facing you, his gaze turned out the window in front of him. Though you’re no artist and you could never do his angelic features justice, you could still very clearly remember the scene. You stuffed it in your pocket before heading back to your room to get the rest of your things together. For the first time in your life you had never felt so sure of something. Although you might never see Yuta again, he could never leave your memory- no amount of distance nor the passage of time could change that.

You bittersweetly smiled to yourself as you made your way down the hall to your room. You struggled to open the door with all the books in your arms and barely noticed someone sitting on the chair at your desk.

Your mother.

She was holding the letter.

All of the breath left your lungs, there was an icy feeling in the pit of your stomach. All of the hope you had deflated in a matter of seconds.

“After all I’ve done.” Your mother started, still staring at the letter. “You still are adamant on destroying our family.”

There was silence for a several moments. You had tolerated her snide remarks and constant distaste for everything that made you happy. You played along with her ideas for your entire life, and for what?

“No, mother.” you said in a low voice. “You are adamant on destroying me.”

Your mother quickly stood up and rushed over to you. “How could you be so selfish?!” She seethed, her face just inches from yours. “Do you honestly expect that you could survive in this world all on your own? Don’t you know that isn’t possible for us?!” She said in a mix of anger and tears.

“Just because you gave up on your dreams doesn’t mean you can get in the way of mine.” You said in a flat, low voice.

Your mother shook with rage and tears before she pushed past you and stopped with her hand on your door handle. “I will not have my family be a laughing stock just because you have silly delusions. You will stay in this room until the wedding if that’s what it takes.” She spat before slamming the door.

“NO!” You heard the faint sound of a lock from the outside. You slammed on the wooden door with your fists in rage until it eventually turned into tears of frustration. You eventually slumped against the door, exhausted.

Hours passed and shadows stretched across your room as the sun sank into the earth. The only light coming from the small lamp in your room. Everything was numb, all your fight had left you. You leaned back against the cool wood of your door, still sat the same spot you slumped in. You let out a sigh before felt yourself falling backward. You yelped as the door opened behind you and you fell out into the hallway.

“What the hell-“ you began before you looked up.

Yuta.

You stared for a few seconds in disbelief thinking it was just another one of your hallucinations. Yuta’s brows were knitted as he stared down at you.

“Well? Don’t just lie there, you don’t have much time.” He said. You looked at him quizzically before it dawned on you: he was helping you escape. Yuta seemed to notice your moment of clarity and offered his signature smile. You got yourself off the floor and looked him in the eyes. Tears pricked your eyes as you smiled at him. Without really thinking you threw your arms around him, and you were surprised to feel warmth rather than the coolness of his shifty figure. It didn’t quite feel like a typical hug, but more like being enveloped in warmth.

“I missed you.” Was all you could say. You both stayed there for a few moments before you felt his warmth pull away from you.

“I never left.” He said with a warm grin. “Now hurry up, lady. I don’t pick locks for just anybody.” He winked.

You grinned widely before running off to grab all of your things. It was probably just before dawn by the looks of it, Yuta lead you to a small doorway that you had never seen before. “This was how I sneaked out.” He told you. You huffed in amusement before grabbing a hold of the handle, it was old and probably hadn’t been opened in years. You had to use all of your strength to slide it open, it was slowly beginning to inch open before you heard a voice.

“Y/n.”

You jumped and fell backward before looking up to see your father with an unreadable expression on his face. Your heart was leaping out of your chest, you looked around and saw Yuta standing next to you with a panicked expression on his face. If you weren’t screwed before, you definitely were now. \

“Where do you think you’re going?” He said in a grave voice before walking over to you. He helped you off the floor, and you kept your eyes glued to them.

“Without this?” He continued. Your eyes snapped up to see him holding an envelope. You met this eyes with your brows knit together, utterly confused.

You took it from him and opened it. Inside it was a train ticket and some cash. Your mouth fell open before you looked back up at your father who was smiling fondly. He took your face in his hands and gingerly kissed your forehead before meeting your eyes with his glassy ones.

“Go.” He said with a wide, proud smile.

You kissed his cheek before telling him you loved him and that you would write when you got to New York before you scurried out the door. You came out the other side to see the garden just outside your favorite window by the library. You took a deep inhale of the crisp morning air and saw the sky begin to tinge with orange as the sun began to rise. You opened your eyes to see the window open and Yuta staring at you with a fond look on his face. Despite your joy, your heart deflated when you made the realization.

Yuta would probably never see him again. You ran over to him placing both your hands on the window sill as he leaned down on his elbows. “Come with me.” You said through the tears painting your cheeks. Yuta gave you a sad chuckle before he reached his hand out to your face. You leaned into the warmth and closed your eyes. “I can’t.” You voice broke. “Not without you.” You opened your eyes to meet his and scanned his features for a moment, desperately trying to engrain his beautiful face in your memory. The sunlight shone faintly through his slightly transparent figure, giving him an ethereal glow.

He was the first to break the silence. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll see you again soon.” You were confused. “How?” you asked.

He chuckled again. “I’ve waited a hundred years to meet you, what’s another few decades?” You smiled at his jest. Yuta brought his hands to your face, they felt almost real this time. “Go, I want you to live. Be the heroine in your stories. Go on adventures. Break hearts. Feel heartbreak. Laugh till you can’t breathe. Feel it all, the greatest joy and the deepest pain. Write your stories. Then, after you’re old and grey and it’s time for you to leave this world, you can tell me all about it.” You let out a shaky laugh between your sobs, never had you felt more pain and love at the same time. Yuta leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. This time, you swore you could feel the plushness of his lips and his fingertips grazing your jaw and neck. You felt his pull away and opened your eyes to meet his. They never failed to put you in a trance.

“I love you.” You said in a voice just above a whisper. You saw his pupils dilate as he heard your words.

“If you only knew how much I loved you.” He said with the most beautiful smile that lit up his eyes like stars.

“Now beat it, you have a train to catch.” He joked. You chuckled. You abruptly turned to leave to save yourself from further torture. You ran across the meadow to your horse. You strapped down your things and hoisted yourself up before taking one last look at the window. Yuta was still there, he gave you a small wave. “See you soon.” You whispered before spurring your horse forward into a brisk run.

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Snow fell softy outside your window, the city took on a unique charm during the winter. The lights glittered and the people bustled down below, never stopping for a heartbeat. You looked around your home that you had called your own for decades. There was a piece of you here that would never leave, given you had written some of the most bestselling novels in history within these walls. All of the fame had made for an extraordinary life, but even in the moments of utter chaos time would slow to a crawl when he would cross your mind.

Over the years you wondered if it was all your imagination and if you ever actually would see him again. You reached to the side of your bed and picked up a small compact you kept with you all the time. You opened it to find the drawing of Yuta you had made all those years ago, it was your only way to remember his face as the years went by. Then you looked over to the mirror in the other side and saw your face. You were no longer the youth you once were, you looked over the way time had wore over your face. You smiled, it was proof you had kept your promise to Yuta, or leaving it all behind would have been for nothing.

You closed the locket and held it to your chest as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. It felt strange like, you were being enveloped in warmth, the noises around you starting to blur and echo, as if you were under water. You heard a voice whisper right before everything turned black.

You woke with a gasp. It felt as though you had slipped into a deep ocean and couldn’t stop yourself until all of the sudden you were brought back to the surface. The room your were in was flooded with sunlight and you squinted as your eyes adjusted. What soon came into focus was the library from your family home. Everything was the same, except it felt different. Lighter, dreamier, as if time didn’t really move here. Looking down at your hands, they were no longer veiny and wrinkled from time, but youthful again. You turned your head to the window, a boy sat there. A boy with silver hair. As if he knew you had spotted him, he turned his head to meet your eyes. He smiled as if he was expecting you.

Yuta.

He stood up as you ran to him and nearly knocked him over as you embraced. He was real, you could feel his solid form as you buried your face in the hair that dusted his neck. He smelled exactly how you imagined and he was so, so warm. You felt the vibrations of his low laugh as you clung to him desperately. He pulled back to look at your face before he kissed you, gently brushing his thumb along your neck where his hold was. You were finally home.

You pulled away from each other before letting out a giggle. “I have so much to tell you.” You said. He smiled. Not a thing about him had changed.

“And I can’t wait to hear all of it.”

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The Drop Of A Tear - 14

BTS V x Y/N (Reader)

Summary: Tae meets a woman who is very manipulative. Before he even notices anything, she got him around her finger. He decides to leave his wife Y/N and his four kids to start a new life with the new woman. This perfect house of cards that he had just started to build, starts to unfold as she starts to show her true face. Piece by piece it makes him feel sick. Tae notices his wrong doing as his house of cards starts to fall apart. Regret and hate towards himself makes him wish to turn things around. Will he be able to safe his house of cards and to get back what he once threw away?

CHAPTER 14

It’s been minutes since Y/N keeps starring at the ceiling. The words Jungkook said, felt like medicine to her soul. Even if he might have not meant it one hundred percent the way he said it, it still feels good to hear that she would still be looking good for a mother of four. A smile escapes her lips the longer she thinks about his words. It has been a long time since any compliment was directed to her looks positively. The insecurities about her looks are coming back into her mind as she sits up. Her eyes fall immediately towards the mirror. She tilts her head slightly as she brushes her right hand through her hair. As she steps out the bed, she sighs softly. Y/N puts on her slippers and steps towards the light switch to turn on the light. Her eyes immediately look into the mirror once again as she sits down on the corner of the bed.

“Where exactly, am I still beautiful?”, she asks herself as she looks up and down her mirror image. It might be a short question but it felt like a minute until she noticed that she did not care about her looks for a long time. Her hair is long, but the ends are damaged. Her nails are slightly broken and her nail polish is barely left on her nails. “I am surprised I even got the job...”, she says as she takes a closer look on her nails. Y/N’s eyes move from her knees, to the floor and back to the mirror. “I look so much older than back then...”, she sighs. “My eyes are still swollen. Even as a mother, I got those stupid pimples on my cheek. Why would Jungkook even say I am too beautiful to be an insect? He obviously did not look...” As her hand slides over her thigh, she gets up to step closer to the mirror. The eyes of her keep going up and down her legs. The shape, the stretch marks. Every inch of her body, she keeps looking closer at. “Those legs had better days.”, she comments as the memory of her honeymoon reminds her on how beautiful her legs looked like when they were crossed with Tae. The sunset above the sea, the only thing she heard was Tae’s heartbeat whilst she hugged him. All the memories come back at once like a wave rushing over her. In realization to where her head is heading, she shakes her head to stop herself up from dreaming away.

It does not take long until she finds another spot on her body that she so deeply dislikes. “Stupid tummy. Why do I not get rid of you? Stupid fat roll...” Her hands find their way to her stomach and starts to squish it. “I was toned. I used to work out before I had a family of my own... I will have to start working out again. Next goal after everything has been taken care of, I will be getting fit again.”, she says confidently as she lets go of her stomach. “It would have been nice, if I went through with the surgeries that the surgeon suggested... I could look so much better today.” She keeps turning in front of the mirror as she stares at her butt. “The only good thing about my body change after becoming a mother. I finally have a nice butt but my breasts... God, I hate the way they look!” Upset of her current look, she takes the closest jacket next to her and covers up the mirror. “So much better.”

“Are you done?”, Jungkook asks as he makes himself being noticeable.

“Huh?”, she says surprised as she turns to look at the door, unaware that anybody had opened the door whilst she was in front of the mirror.

“I actually forgot one of my USB sticks over there.”, he explains slowly as he points at the USB stick next to her on top of the earlier washed clothes. “I brought it to the bedroom but forgot to return it to the studio.”

“Oh.”, Y/N comments as the redness in her face starts to show. Slowly, she picks it up and walks to Jungkook who just closed the door behind him. “Here you are.”

“Thanks.”, Jungkook says as he takes the USB stick from her. “Uhm, Y/N. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you say those things about yourself?”, he asks carefully as he looks into her eyes intense.

“Sorry, but I do not know what you are talking about...”

“Why are you so judgmental with yourself? You were never vocally this judgmental to anybody around you. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”, she lies again with a fake smile on her face.

“I think I already told you, do not use a fake smile on me. I can see that something is wrong and I think I even heard what it is about. Just tell me, why did you say that? You always courage your daughters to love themselves. You also tell them how perfect they are, why are you not saying the same thing about yourself to yourself?” Stunned by Jungkook’s words, Y/N clears her throat whilst she plays with her fingers.

“I don’t think that is any of your business.” Her voice sounds quiet and guilty. As Jungkook wonders what else he could say, Y/N looks away to sit down on the bed whilst looking almost everywhere but into his face.

“I think it is though.. I am here for you, which makes it my business.”

“But it is not your business. So, forget what you heard. It was just a ‘i-cannot-sleep-let's-talk-about-something-else-conversation with myself to get sleepy.”

“If I should forget what I heard, you need to listen to what I have to say. I can see on your face that you do not feel happy that I heard you...”

“Jungkook, my thoughts are my thoughts. You understand that, right?”

“Yeah. Yes, of course. Just as I understand that becoming older, looking older is a normal thing. Look at me and at the photos when I debuted. I am not the same person either. Not physically not mentally. That your eyes are swollen is normal due to the situation you are in. Not just that it is almost midnight as well and you are standing here hating your body.”

“Jungkook. You can stop as-”

“I am not done, so listen.”, Jungkook interrupts. Annoyed by Jungkook's words, she crosses her arms in front of her chest. “You might have pimples, but here is some news for you. Even I still get them. Your legs, they might not look like they did in your twenties, but trust me, they still look amazing. Your tummy? Oh, come on. It looks more than fine. When you sit down, there is barely a, how did you call it? Oh yeah, fat roll. You were toned, okay, it might have looked different back then. We can work out together if you want your toned body back. I have some weights here and trust me, the couch is great for training.”, he jokes. “But there is no fat that I can find on you.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Don’t you get it? You are very beautiful. I noticed that people turn their heads when you pass them. Did you not notice that? Y/N, you are so attractive. Do you know what makes you look unpretty?”

“Jungkook, I appreciate what you are trying to do here but-”

“Answer. Just answer me. Do you know what makes your body look unpretty?”

“I don’t know. I seriously don’t know, Jungkook.”, she sighs as she wishes Jungkook would finally be quiet and just leave the room.

“Then let me tell you. You are feeding this poison to yourself.”

“Hey, I watch my diet!”

“I am not talking about your diet. I am talking about what you just did.”, Jungkook explains as he walks to the mirror to uncover it. “You cover up the mirror to not look at yourself. What does it tell your mind once it is covered? That is your poison, Y/N. The more you say those bad things, the more you feed yourself with this negativity, the more you will believe every single letter of those negative words. Stop asking yourself why anyone says something good or bad about your body. You are the one within it. Embrace it.”

“Jungkook-”

“I am not telling you how to do anything else, because you got that figured out. But I am telling you, as somebody who cares for you, stop poisoning yourself with those thoughts. Do you have any ideas how pretty you actual are? Trust me when I say, that there are women who are adoring other women for their looks. You have no clue how many of them would like to have a killer smile like you. Do you know that there could be someone who would like to walk into a room and get everyone’s attention just by appearing? You do that get this attention!”

“Jungkook, thanks but if I do not see it this way... Thank you, thank you for your kind words but I do not see any meaning in what you are saying.”

“Maybe you should spend time thinking about my words instead of what you do not like about yourself.”, he says in a tone which sounds like a father who is talking to his daughter in a strict tone.

“Why are you talking to me like that? You are behaving like I am a kid. I am an adult like you and a friend of yours. Who do you think you are to talk to me in this tone?”

“I talk to you like that because it drives me crazy!” Jungkook takes a long breath before he steps back to her. “How can someone, who looks like you, not see how damn pretty you are.”

“I am sorry! That is just how I feel...”

“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to yourself!”

“Why are we even having this conversation...?”

“God damn, Y/N. If I could just simply confess to you and show you how pretty-” As soon as Jungkook notices what he just said, he stops himself from talking.Y/N watches as Jungkook’s eyes get bigger as he freezes on the spot. Confused, about what he said, she steps closer to him to have barely any distance to him.

“Confess what? What did you just mean by that?”, Y/N asks puzzled as she looks at him with widen eyes.

“Good night, Y/N.”, Jungkook says quickly as he walks outside the room and closes the door behind him quickly. “I am an idiot!”, he curses himself. “Why, why did I say that?” As he leans his head against the door, he hears some steps coming from around the corner towards him.

“Jungkook, why were you in mom’s room in the middle of the night?”, Y/N’s oldest daughter asks.

“How much did you hear?”, he questions concerned with one eye brow up.

“Nothing. I just came out of the bathroom and saw you walking out of mom’s bedroom.”

“Good. Time for bed. Let's go!”, he says in a fast pace as he puts his hand on her back to lead her back to the bedroom.

“Are you okay? Jungkook, why were you in mom’s bedroom?”

“None of your business, princess.”

“Did you confess?” Shocked, he stands still and looks at her. “You did? Finally!”

“Shh. Keep it down. Princess, listen closely. I did not confess to your mom and if you remember our conversation, I told you that now is not the right time. If you say it out loud like that, your siblings will hear you and tell your mother and if that happens, your mother will not believe a single word I would say. You understand that, right?”

“Absolutely. But when will you finally...?”, she asks innocently.

“When the time is right, I will do it but until then, get some rest.”

“Why are you not asleep yet?”

“I have to work on this one song.”

“Maybe you could read a good night story?”

“I do not want to wake up your siblings.”

“We are all awake.”

“What? You all should be already be sleeping since at least last two hours.” Y/N’s daughter walks fast towards the kids’ bedroom door to open it.

“We could not sleep and stayed up to talk about a few things.” Still surprised by the girl’s honesty, Jungkook walks into the room and closes it behind him as soon as the girl is sitting next to her sister.

“That still does not explain why nobody is sleeping.”

“We could not sleep and our little brother wants to hear a good night story.”, the older girl explains.

“I will not even ask why your little brother is not in his own bed. Your mother won’t be happy about it.”

“She does not need to know.”

“Princess!”, he calls with a warning tone.

“Okay, I will not do it again...”

“Good. Why did no one tell us that you need a good night story?”

“Because he wants this book.”, the older boy says as he hands the book to Jungkook. “I am not in the mood for reading such a long book nor are the girls. Mom wouldn't have read this one as this one is for the afternoon reading and I thought you were too busy.”

“Okay.”, Jungkook sighs as he looks at the book. “Fine, I will do it but then you must sleep. Even you, Champ.”

“Wait!”, the younger girl whispers. “You have to lie down with us.”

“But then I can’t leave for the work that is waiting for me without waking you up.”

“That is not my problem, uncle Jungkook.”

“You are very friendly tonight.”, he comments with a smile as he turns off the light. “Alright. Here we go.” Jungkook turns on the flashlight of his phone as he walks towards them.

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“Where are you?”, Y/N wonders as she checks the toddler’s room once again. “How can a toddler just disappear? Okay, I got this. It must have been princess who brought him to their room.” Nervously, she leaves the toddler’s room. Once she opened the kids’ bedroom door, she found her four children sleeping peacefully with Jungkook lying in the middle with a big book on his chest. “Good morning everyone.”, Y/N says softly as she walks closer to them. “Good morning, good morning.” As soon she holds her son to her chest, he hugs her and it feels to her as he would continue his sleep in her arms soon. “So sleepy, young man?”

“Morning, Y/N.”, Jungkook says in a deep voice. “I must have fallen asleep after reading them a story.”

“You read them a story?”

“Well, to my surprise they were all awake after our conversation.” Just as he finishes his sentence, Flashbacks of the end of their conversation pops up in his mind. Quickly, he jumps up and runs pass her. All the eyes within the room, seem to follow Jungkook.

“Is uncle Jungkook alright?”, her younger daughter wonders. “He never ran in the morning. I think I never saw him running except when we played soccer.”

“He probably must use the bathroom urgently.”, her older son jokes. Whilst everyone laughed for a moment, Y/N fakes a smile as she turns back to her kids. “Who wants pancakes?”

“You made pancakes?”

“I was about to make some.”

“I’ll help!”, her girls say in unison.

“Alright.”, Y/N laughs. “I guess we three will make it together. Clean your teeth first and wash your face. I will be waiting in the kitchen.” Y/N announces as she leaves the room. As she sees that Jungkook is almost out the door of his apartment, she steps closer to him. “Jungkook, do you have a minute?”, she asks as soon as she stands in front of him.

“Uhm, no. Sorry. I have to, you know, with... With someone and I cannot be late. They are waiting and I... You know... So, I got to go.”

“We can talk later. No big deal.” Jungkook nods as he storms out the door. “Your uncle did not even clean himself before leaving... You know what we call that?”

“Dirty.”, the toddler answers.

“Yes, that is right. That is dirty.”, Y/N laughs as she pets his head.

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Jungkook quickly runs into the building of Big Hit once he gets out of his car. He tries to greet as friendly as he can whilst he tries to get to the practice room. Once he is inside the practice room, he looks around.

“Who are you trying to escape from?”, Jin asks as he sees how out of breath Jungkook is.

“Are you the only one here?”

“No, Jimin has arrived too. The others might come in later.” Jin watches curiously how fast Jungkook finishes his water bottle. “Are you alright?”

“No. No, I am not. I am actually not alright.”

“Does it have anything to do with Tae?”

“Somehow it does.”

“Somehow?”

“Yep.” As the door opens behind Jungkook, both turn to the door.

“Uh, Jungkook is practicing with us.”, Jimin says happily. “What happened? You are so out of breath.”

“I tried to figure it out.”, Jin explains.

“And?”

“The answer I got it has somehow to do with Tae.” Jungkook steps closer to Jimin with a glare that makes Jin and Jimin a little nervous. “Why are you looking at him like you want to tear him apart?”

“You will help because of you I am in the situation!”, Jungkook tells Jimin in a warning voice.

“Did something happen between you and Y/N?”, Jimin wonders.

“Almost.”

“You confessed and kissed?”

“No!”

“Just confessed and she told you she does not feel the same?”

“Worse.” Confused, Jimin looks to Jin.

“Worse? What did you do?”

“If I would have not have let her stay at my place, I would have not heard her and I wouldn't be in this stress.”

“Tell me slowly. What happened?”

“I heard her speaking badly about her body and it annoyed the hell out of me and I found an excuse to walk inside.”

“Sounds alright…”

“Yeah, but somehow between telling her to stop thinking like that I said that if I could confess…”

“Congratulations! You finally told her.”

“Not exactly...”

“What do you mean?”, Jin wonders. “Did you or did you not confess to her?”

“I think I did… I am not sure.”

“Hold on.”, Jimin says as he scratches his forehead. “What happened afterwards?"

"I said good night and stormed out.” Jungkook watches his friends who keep exchanging facial expression before they start to laugh.

“Okay, that was funny. But honestly, what happened?”, Jin asks as he holds his stomach.

“Guys, I keep trying to stay away from her.”

“Are you for real? You needed so long to finally tell her and now you try to stay away from her?”, Jimin questions as his facial expression changes into a focused one.

“Yes. The horrible thing is she wants to talk with me about it tonight...”

“What is horrible about it? Don't you want to know how she feels for you or if there could be more?”

“Not anymore.”

“Damn, you are starting to sweat again.”, Jin says as he discovers how sweaty Jungkook’s face is becoming. “She really means something to you! Sorry Jimin. I truly thought you might be wrong.”

“It’s fine. At least I am not the only one who heard it from him right now.”, Jimin says as he touches Jin’s shoulders.

“Guys, help!”, Jungkook begs. “I feel like I am dying.”

“Listen, we will practice a little bit and during the break we talk about this, okay?”, Jimin suggests.

“Fine.”

“Maybe I can help you with something ahead of your upcoming conversation.”, Jin suggests. “I still remember talking with Namjoon and Yoongi, before I confessed to my wife. I felt similar to you. Trust me, if it does not horrify you to hear a ‘sorry, i do not feel like you’, then she ain't the one for you. I bet she feels something for you, I can sense those stuff trust me.”

“You only try to relax me, aren't you?”

“Kinda.”

“I sometimes hate you for doing that.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“Only until you came up with the sense thing.”

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Y/N puts the fork down after taking a last bite from her pancake and continues to feed her toddler. As she hears how the conversation of the kids become louder, she clears her throat to get her kids attention. “So, now that you all have eaten. I got some news.”, Y/N announces happily.

“News?”, her older daughter asks carefully. “What kind of news?”

“I will start my new job this Monday.”

“You got a job, mom?”, her younger daughter questions cheerfully.

“Yes. I will work together with Uncle Jimin’s wife. Which is why I needed you all at the table. Because of my new job, me or her will bring you to school or bring you home from school. Depending on who has to work in the afternoon, you will always be at the house of the person who picks you up after school.”

“That’s cool. That means we can go to their house after school?”, her son wonders.

“Probably. That brings me to the next point; you will all behave, okay? It can happen that your little brother will be picked up from her as well. I do not want you to cause any troubles, got me?”

“Yes.”, her kids answer in unison.

“As usual.”, her older daughter says confidently.

“Mom, I know it is something we do not like to talk about, but dad texted me yesterday.”, her son mentions nervously. The eye roll of her older daughter was the biggest one she ever did. Whilst ignoring her, Y/N tries to make an eye contact with her son.

“Oh really? What did he say?”

“That he will not make it to the game... He meant they got a recording on the day and if we could film it for him.”, he explains sadly. “I told him no, because he will not watch it anyway.”

“He would watch it. Your dad loves to see you play.”

“I think dad only tried to tell me that he does not want to come at all. He probably has nothing to do on that day.” As a tear rolls down her son’s face, his mother gets up to hug him tightly.

“I understand why you think like that but I do think that he wants to see his boy shooting a goal after the other. He always talked about how proud he is that you are the number two of best players in your team.”

“Why can he not just come? He just has to be there. I do not even expect him to cheer anymore.” Hearing her son’s disappointment makes her feel bad as she did not know what to say to cheer him back up. Carefully, she wipes his tears off his face.

“I have to bring the divorce papers to your father next week. I will ask him if he sees any chance of coming even if he is just coming for twenty minutes.”

“Even if just for ten minutes...”

“Text him that you want to see him there for a minimum of ten minutes and I will talk to him when I see him if he has not answered you by then, okay?”

“Okay.” Y/N presses a strong kiss on her son’s cheek.

“I will give you a new plate. Your tears landed on your plate.” As soon as she was far away from her kids, she tries to take a deep breath as she takes a new plate from the shelf. If Tae would miss this game as well, she knows that there is no chance that her son will forgive his father for it. There are only two games left for this season. Tae never missed the most important games, which were the last two. “Here we go.”

“Thanks, mom.”, he thanks her as he takes another pancake.

“You are welcome. Eat up kids. There is still some left even though I am sure that uncle Jungkook would not mind to eat them.”, Y/N plays with her toddler.

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Nine o’clock. It has been twelve hours since Jungkook has not shown himself in his own apartment. As Y/N leaves the bathroom in her pajamas, she thinks about how to speak to him without him running away from her. Y/N follows the sound that seems to come from the kitchen. The closer she comes, the surer she is that it must be Jungkook.

“Hi.”, Jungkook greets whilst he takes a pancake.

“Hi.”, Y/N says as she walks closer.

“I have to take a shower.”, Jungkook says as he puts the pancake back into the fridge to walk away from her.

“Jungkook, will you keep on running from me?” Just as he thought, he stopped in his track and turns back to her.

“What are you talking about?”

“You are avoiding me since last night.”

“I am not.”

“You are. Can we please talk this out like adults?”

“Let’s sit down on the couch.”, Jungkook suggests as he grabs two small water bottles. He places both water bottles on the coffee table before he sits down. He waits until Y/N has sat down before he turns his body towards her. Nervously, he plays with his fingers as he can feel the anxiety building up within him.

“So, let’s talk about it. Why are you acting so strange?”

“Look, I am supporting you as much as I can, I know you know that. If the kids need me, I am here for them, you know that as well.”

“Yeah, I am aware of that and I am super thankful about that.”

“The last months, were hard on you, but they were not easy for me either. Not because I was helping you, but with all the emotions.”

“I thought we might talk about that...”

“You know what I am trying to say?”

“I guess you want to talk about the pressure that I had put on you...”

“That is not what I want to talk about.”

“No? Sorry, I thought that might be the reason why.”

“No, that isn’t it... Please, answer me honestly about what I am going to ask you next.”

“Okay.”

“How do you feel about Tae?”

“Tae? Why you are asking me about him?”

“Please. Just tell me.”, Jungkook begs. His face shows how emotionally he feels on the inside to Y/N’s surprise.

“I have a lot of anger towards him. I hate him for what he had put us through but on the other side, he is their father and I want them to have a father in their live. I know how hard it is to be without a father...”

“Do you still love him?”

“I don’t think so. Look, there has been moments in which I felt like I am becoming weak but then I remember what he did and I cannot forgive those things. But there are also moments which remind me on his old personality.”

“Do you want him back?”

“No.” A sigh leaves his lips as his hands wipe over his own lips. “Why are you asking me those questions?”

“Because I would have just died if you would have said that you still have feelings for him and that you think about going back to him.”

“I don't think that I could ever try to have what I had with him again. That train left months ago. Feelings might still be there but they do not mean a thing.”, she explains slowly as she notices the nervous and insecure facial expressions of Jungkook. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I am just in disbelief that you think you might be still in love with someone who treated you like that.”

“I cannot help it. Maybe it is me trying to forget what happened to move on that I get these damn flashbacks of beautiful moments we shared. I mean, it has been twelve years. Jungkook, thirteen years is not something that I can just forget.”

“Isn’t the pain killing you?”

“You have no idea how much it hurts. Especially when I look at my little boy, knowing that there could be a little brother next to him. You have no clue how much it hurts that I send my daughter to spend time with her father even though she doesn’t want. When I think about my son this morning, when he talked about Tae missing his game, I thought I die with him. When my little girl asks me why kids in school are so mean to her lately whilst she cries and I try to cheer her back up. It all hurts.”

“You never showed how much in pain you still are...”

“I couldn’t do it. The kids saw way too much of things they should not be involved in. Hold on, is that why you thought I would go back to him?”

“The option was always there, but I kept hoping that you would not do it.”

“Trust me. I am done with him.”

“Good.”

“You do look like there is something else... What’s wrong?”

“Y/N, I will tell you one thing and I do not want to make things weird between us but I need to get it off my chest. Not saying a thing is killing me even though I do not know how it will affect us.”

“Okay. I promise you. Nothing will change between you and me-”

“As I said, nothing will change no matter how you feel about what I am about to tell you.” Y/N nods as she leans forward to make sure to catch every facial expression to the fullest. “Y/N, the reason why I am asking you about Tae is because I do not want to push myself between you and Tae.”

“Your worries are unneeded. Tae and I are past. Promise.”

“Good. I do not think you got what I tried to say though... Okay, I will try it like that. The last few months, I do not know why but my feelings for you have changed. You are not just a sister to me; you became so important to me. Look, I... God, it is harder than I thought.”, Jungkook comments as he takes a deep breath. “Y/N, I fell in love with you.”

“You fell in love with me?”

“Yes.”

“Oh wow. Since when are you in love with me?”

“Honestly, since Tae introduced you to us. That is why I was so distant until I had my feelings under control.”

“But the two girls you introduced as your girlfriends... Did you not love them?”

“I did not. But I needed to get over you as you were getting closer and closer to marry Tae. The feeling I have for you, it is stronger than what I ever felt for anybody else. The feeling I hid so well inside me, is coming back stronger and stronger by day.”

“I do not know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. I am not expecting you to give me your answer to what I just told you right away. If you excuse me, I need to calm myself down. I feel like I am about to fade.” He adds before he leaves the room.

💧💧💧

“Hyung, you know I will not appear this late if it is not necessary.”, Tae says. “Can I not do that all on another day?”

“Why did you not mention it earlier on? All the production has been set for those three days. Everything is organized by now. I talked with my son that I will not be able to watch the game as I have work to do.”, Namjoon answers. “I cannot cancel anything anymore for you. Sorry, but it is simply too late.”

“But this is the second last game for this school year! As you just said, your son is playing too, you must know that it is very important for our sons for us to be there. I missed the last two games. This is one of the important ones. Namjoon, please. Talk with our manager once again.”

“What makes you think that I can change our manager’s mind? He said no to you and even contacted me already about your request. I cannot believe that you complained all afternoon to him that you must see your son play.”

“I had no other choice... You were not able to do anything?”

“No. Not even that you could leave for watching him from the car for a few minutes. Absolutely no chance.”

“What about your son? Will you not watch him either?”

“My wife will call me and I will watch it via FaceTime.”

“That is a great idea! I will watch it with you.”

“Will your son believe you when you say you watched it without anyone proofing that you did? He wanted you there. Tae, this game has been fixed for at least six weeks… This shooting was settled four weeks ago.”

“I will try to get someone to FaceTime me during the game.”, he comments as he picks up his jacket.

“Where are you going? You have just arrived…”

“Shopping. Y/N said she will come over this week. I got to prepare some stuff before she comes.”

“She comes over to your place?”

“Yes. I do not know the reason but I do not want to miss a chance to make things alright between us. I got to go!”, Tae says as he winks at Namjoon as he leaves.

“He truly believes that he can get her back, huh?”, Namjoon’s wife asks when she notices that Tae left.

“You were listening again?”

“Could not help myself. I do not like him being at our house, Namjoon.”

“He is my friend and band mate. What do you think I am supposed to do? Plus, he did not even say anything about him coming over.”

“I know. But right now, it might be better to keep him away. I said to Y/N that she could come over anytime, any day. She will not do that when she sees his car in front of the house.”

“I get that. But if I tell him that that is the reason why, he will camp outside.”

“He still does not know where they are at?”

“He doesn't. I want to keep things like that at least until after the next comeback.”

“I understand.”, she says as a long breath leaves her lips. With a little smirk on his face, he hugs his wife. “He is such an asshole.”

“I know your friendship with her hasn't been the same since.”

“I feel like she only talks with Jimin’s or Yoongi’s wife. I have no clue what happened the last two days.”

“Oh come on. You could call her, what do you think?” Smilingly, she pushes him away.

“Hey, I got a degree in psychology. I am licensed and you think I did not think about calling her?”

“Just saying.” The silence might lasted a half minute as Namjoon’s phone starts to ring.

“Tae again?”

“No, it is Hoseok.”

“Pick up and I will get the kids to bed. I see you in the shower?” With a big grin on his face, he nods as his eyes follow her body. “Don't forget to pick up!” Reminded by his wife, Namjoon picks up the phone.

“Hey. Make it short.”, Namjoon says as he walks towards the window to look outside.

“Nice greeting. Am I calling at the wrong time?”

“Kinda. Listen, I finally got some alone time with my wife without us being super exhausted.”

“Ooh.”, Hoseok says as he laughs for a moment. “Okay, I’ll make it short. Why is Tae asking me about Y/N living with Jungkook?”

“He asked you what?”

“He called me a minute ago.”

“He was at my house like five minutes ago but he only mentioned that he will meet up with her this week.”

“Well, Jungkook is totally through the wind, I was barely able to talk with him normally and Tae is mad at Jungkook for telling him to stay away from Jungkook's apartment.”

“What else did Tae say?”

“Nothing but that he does not understand why Jungkook is taking Y/N’s side… the typical things.”

“You did not say a thing about her living with him?”

“No. I said that the wives know where she is at but they won't tell us.”

“Do the others know about your excuse?”

“No, not yet.”

“Text them to let them know.”, Namjoon tells him.

“Honey, the kids are in bed and I am about to hit the shower. I thought you might want to know.”, Namjoon’s wife whispers as she places a kiss on his neck.

“I am coming.”, Namjoon confirms. “Hoseok, please text the others. Thanks for letting me know but I got to go.”

“Yeah, I heard her… Another Bangtan Baby?”

“No, my kids are enough.”

“Yeah, especially Mini-Me Namjoon.”, Hoseok jokes.

“Okay. I really got to go. We will talk tomorrow. Bye!”

“Bye. Have fun!”, Hoseok says laughing.

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Saint Jude's Miracle: A Javier Peña x OFC (Isa) Fanfiction. Chapter IV

Summary: Javier left one small detail about his partnership with the DEA, a insignificant one but that changes how Isa perceives this job and the risks he’s about to take. They spent the last weekend before he leaves in Laredo where they made many memories at the beginning of their relationship.

WC: 4,3k

Warnings: angst and many hurt feelings, miscommunication, swearing. NSFW +18 SMUT at the end of the chapter (fingering, male masturbation, p in v and a bit of sex talk but not that explicit)

A/N: Hi! this is chapter four and I think that I can wrap up this story in a few chapters more (4 maximum, at least that’s the plan) I literally based the whole end of the chapter on my first participation on #Writer Wednesday that you can read here and my love for Juan Luis Guerra. The song mentioned is “Burbujas de amor” I grew up dancing and listening to that tape while my mami cooked and later in my life I really paid attention to the lyrics discovering that well, it’s about sex 😅, still it’s a beautiful bachata and the hopeless romantic in me wishes that somebody (Javi Peña please) would dance it with me someday while being madly in love 💃❤

Listen and Lyrics here (there's a few verses translated by yours truly in the chapter)

Masterlist | Chapter 3⬅

Chapter IV: Small details

Isabel tries to focus on her daily routines like doing the chores; it’s easier than to think about anything else, she tries to keep going as if nothing is going to happen. But every time she looks at the door where Javi has left his luggage, she feels her stomach twisting. She’s desperate; thinking how she could make him stay: maybe she could lie, pretend that something has come up, but she dismisses those thoughts straight away, she must be overthinking, it’s just a week, she repeats herself but she cannot help feeling that something is wrong and that she should do anything to make him stay.

Javier plays with Elvira on the garden, the little girl screams and laughs out loud while her father tries to catch her; Isabel looks at them amused from the sliding door when the phone rings.

“Hello?” she answers

“Hi! It’s Steve, is Javi home?” a deep male voice she doesn’t recognize replies

“Yes, who is this again?” she actually has an idea. He, this Steve, it's the one that has convinced his husband to go, the one that called a thousand times during the night.

“Steve, I was your husband’s partner back in Colombia. You’re Isa, right?”

“Yes”

“Nice to meet you, well, through the phone at least” he chuckles

“Nice to meet you too”

“Javi has told me about you and, let me tell you, me and my wife, we’re dying to meet you”

“I’d love to say the same but he doesn’t share much about that time” she blurts out, she actually feels hurt, why did Javi tell him about her and nothing of the man calling to her, his wife? “Are you going with him to Mexico? You are the one that asked him?”

“Ask him? We didn’t...” Steve says confused “Yes, y-y-es, we’re going together” he coughs “Can you pass him the phone, please?”

“Yes”

Isa strides angrily towards the garden and calls for Javi to come inside. He stops immediately the games with Elvira and returns to the house with a curious look.

“Sí, amor?”

“The phone, it’s your friend Steve” she hisses

“Steve?”

“Jav...I think I might have fucked up talking to your wife”

The rest of the day is a symphony of Isa stumping through the house, slamming doors and grunts and curses slurred.

“She’s angry again” Elvi confides leaning on her father’s ear while their watching a movie after dinner

“Yeah, I think so too” fuck Steve and his big mouth

His wife is doing the dishes and if he wasn’t able to hear the water running, he would think she is actually destroying the whole kitchen rather than cleaning; she lays things unnecessarily loudly and the clack clack sound of the plates smashing against each other announces that she’s losing her cool and that she’s about to break some of them soon enough.

Crash

“Fuck!”

Eli gasps and cringes hearing her mum say a bad word for the first time.

“You keep watching, I’m going to see if she’s ok” Javi gets up and walks to the kitchen

She’s cleaning the thousand tiny pieces muttering a list of bad words in Spanish and English.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes” she says abruptly

“Clearly not, but...”

“Of course I am not” she starts shouting but she lowers her voice immediately knowing her kid can hear her “I’m about to lose my mind”

“Isa...” he approaches her but she backs away and stops him

“You forgot to tell me some small details, Javier” she accuses

“What details?”

“Why did your friend imply that they didn’t ask you to go?”

He sighs placing his hands on his hips

“I didn’t want you to...”

“Worry?” she interrupts “We’re passed that”

“Alright, I did offered my help” he confesses

“What kind of help?”

“I’ve told you. See what they got and testify when necessary about the information I found” he looks tired, dark circles under his eyes and he lowers his arms defeated “Can we please talk about this later...”

“You’re telling me that you are an informant, Javi?” Isa waits for his answer with her fists close tightly; her lips are a fine line now

“Yes, more or less” he sighs

“Javier... why did you put yourself at risk like that?” her voice is low and she closes her eyes before speaking trying to control what she’s about to say “You know what those people do to whoever dares to speak up?”

“Of course, I fucking know, Isa!” he screams and slams his hand on the table, making her flinch

Helena

Maritza

Carrillo

Even fucking Mr Pickle

The list of people Javi had seen die or their lives distroyed because they dare to face the Narcos or say something they shouldn’t have was long and his mind repeats those names again and again when he tries to forget about what happened in Colombia.

“What did you want me to do? Look the other way? Ignore it as everybody in that fucking stupid job? Let those people go?” his eyes glow with the white light on the kitchen. He never loses his temper; he’s actually pretty calm even when they’ve fought before. But in that moment, Isa see how his hands shake how his body tenses

“What I want it’s that you don’t want to comprise yourself, your health to something that isn’t your job anymore” she mutters

“Yeah, but guess what? It’s the only thing I know how to do and I’m actually good at it, not that stupid office job that kills me every fucking day”

“If you don’t like it you can change, Javi, nobody is holding you there” she suggests

“Nobody is holding me there? Well, we have to keep paying this fucking house don’t we?” he snarls

“It’s our fault then that you have accepted to put yourself in this position? that you always want to run away?” Isabel gawks. She’s about to say something else but Elvira’s cries and screams are loud now after she has listen to her parents fight, so Isabel storms out of the kitchen to her. The little girl is sitting on the couch trying to muffle her whimpers holding her unicorn.

“Mi cielo, ven aquí” (My love come here) she jumps to her mother’s arms and she shakes and sniffs “We’re going to bed, come on” Isa lifts her tiny body up and walks towards the stairs, she glares at Javi when he tries to reach for them and shakes her head.

Isabel comes to bed late and when he’s already there, in the dark, she undresses and takes her place on the right side without saying a word.

“Isa” he murmurs

Javier stretches his arm to reach her but as soon as she feels him, she moves away.

“C’mon Isa” he raises putting his weight on his elbow “Talk to me”

“I don’t want to talk”

“Then listen to me. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have screamed and say those things”

“Doesn’t matter how you said it if you think them, though” she counters still not turning to face him

“I don’t think them”

“Which part?”

“I don’t think you are responsible of me wanting to do this or that I’m bored and disgusted of my job”

“You’re doing it again”

“What?”

“Lying to yourself. You’re bored of your life I can understand that, I didn’t choose to be in this life either, but I have to accept it. And you’ll have to accept that the life you had back in the day can’t come back at least Elvi and I we don’t fit in it”

“Amor it’s not like that”

“Then stay”

“I can’t” he sighs

Isa stays quite and tense hugging the pillow and when he tries again to touch her, she gets up and strides outside the room

“I’m going to sleep with Elvi tonight”Javier raises to stop her but again she refuses his touch. Defeated, he throws himself on bed. Then stay, I wish it was that easy

They leave to Laredo the next morning to spend the weekend with Chucho before Javi crosses the border.

Isa responds with just “yes” or “no” to anything her husband says during the ride and focuses on distracting Elvira with music or playing with her Barbie dolls.

Her last sentence, the one she said the night before, burns in his brain.

You want your life back and we don't fit in it it makes his stomach turn, because deep down he knows it's true.

That hunger he feels, the thrive that hooks him to this job is a lingering ghost that whispers in his ear, a siren singing until he's about to drown.

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He remembers one night back in Colombia a few years ago. Gabriela under him, her soft skin glowing in sweat as he poured his frustration in her, she was sweet and always understood what he wanted, beautiful but with a sadness in her eyes, very common among the girls in the same job, and he had ask her why she didn't stop and she responded with the same question back to him.He didn't have an answer back then, and when he did stop, he was forced to because the system wouldn't allow him to do his job properly. His departure from the DEA was a bad break up; he didn't find closure no matter how many times he did say that he was through.

Chucho welcomes his family with tamales and cold beer. He lets Elvira roam around the chickens and the rest of the animals on the ranch before dinner. He's not naive and senses the tension between his son and daughter in law since they've gotten out of the car.

“¿Bueno qué te hizo este pendejo?” (what did this idiot do to you?) He asks to Isa while setting the table

“He's going to Mexico you know, with the DEA”

“What?”

“He's an informant now apparently”

“An informant”, Chucho thinks about that information and decides not to mention anything during dinner as he prefers to listen to his granddaughter stories. Once they're done and Elvi and Isa are cleaning the dishes he forces Javi out of the house.

“Isa told me you’re going to Mexico with the DEA”

“Just for a week, I'm helping them with something”

“You remember that day after you got back from Cali? In this same place”

“Yes”

“You told me you were through”

“And I'm, I'm just being useful. That information landed on my lap what was I supposed to do? Ignore it, pops?”

“You could just passed the tip and let them do it. When you got back from Cali I've found you here, every morning watching as the boats go up the river with los kilos, you were never through Javi, don't lie to me”

“You and Isa are just perfect for each other” Javi scoffs

“She worries about you, she loves you, mijo” he grabs his son’s arm

“I know”

“You're not the young man that left Laredo, Javi, nor the man that came back from Colombia, you're a dad now. And let me give you a piece of advice, out of experience, even if you think your father is annoying” Javi shakes his head “Parents always know, they know you and see you for what you are even when yourself is trying to deny it. You've been always like that, Javi, always trying to do the right thing even if it costs you your health and your heart and blaming yourself endlessly for the things you couldn't control”

Javi listens in silence, chewing hard on a nicorette.

“Now the right thing is not going after those Narcos, the right thing is to stay with your family”

Javi has his gaze fixed on the moon and stars that illuminates the river under them.

“But that's only this old man opinions, your family will wait for you here, we always do” he adds

“So can we go? Please please” Elvira begs at the table

“Claro, mija” (Of course, love) His grandpa always spoiling her pinches her cheek before hers parents can answer “We’re going all of us together”

Javi and Isa look at him. Isa is still giving Javier the silent treatment and has being avoiding him even though Chucho forces everybody to share every meal on the leaving room and do the same activities together; even though Javi has tried to approach her many times a day, she finds ways to reject him.

“Papá...” Javi starts

“There’s no discussion, son. Mi nieta quiere ir a la feria y vamos a ir a la feria” (My granddaughter wants to go to the funfair and we’re going to the funfair”

“It could be fun” Isa agrees and gives a timid smile; it’s the most she’s spoken since they’ve arrived.

Laredo’s funfair takes place at the end of the summer and it’s practically the only activity for a lazy summer evening so the whole town is there. Isa watches as her daughter grins, her mouth already sticky thanks to the cotton candy she’s eating, and the sugar is starting to kick in, she’s jumping and screaming pulling her grandpa’s hand and the poor man follows trying not to fall down.

“Easy on abuelito, Elvi” Isa laughs

Isabel is beautiful tonight, like many years ago, she wears a sunflower summer dress and her dark curls clipped on both sides. Javi smiles, his mind wandering through the memories from the past when they were starting to know each other.

“You remember our first date?” he asks

“Yes” she nods “It was a pretty good date I think”

“Never thought we will be back to this funfair with our daughter years later”

“Me neither. And I think your father regrets now that he said yes to this” Isa motions to her right where Elvi is forcing his grandpa to get on one of the rides.

“I should go with her instead if I don’t want to collect my father’s corpse after this” he grins and they walk towards the people queuing.

“Elvi, leave abuelito, Dad is going with you” Isa tries to sound like an authority but she keeps laughing watching poor Chucho scared

“No, I want to go with you” she crosses her arms and pouts “With you both, mami y papi” she says

“I-I” Isa simpers

“Leave mami, she doesn’t like this kind of things”

“No!” she cries “Like abuelo said, we’re going together all of us”

“Honey...” Javi bends to her, but Isa posses her hand on his shoulder

“Okay, I’ll go too, but you leave abuelo stay”

She seems to hesitate for a bit, but then she nods and finally Chucho breathes deeply in relief.

“Be careful” he says walking way too fast away from the queue

The attraction simulates a ship going forward and backward, each time farther away and faster. Isa exhales trying to calm herself down while Elvi and her husband laugh at her.

“Remember I told you I puked in one ride the first time I came to the fair? So this is the one, you two won’t be laughing once I vomit all over you both” she screams and that makes them laugh even more

The first two rounds are not that bad. Isa holds one hand on her seat the other over Elvi’s body. Javier reaches timidly at first to brush his fingers over hers as to reassure her, he’s about to recoil but she holds on tightly to his fingers, her eyelids strongly closed. When thing finally stops, Isa can barely walk.

Elvira is already jumping towards Chucho trying to convince him to get on another round with her.

“Hold on to me come on” Javi says holding her by the waist it’s been two days since he last touch her. Two days where he has tried to hold her hand or subtly tried to bump into her while on the kitchen but she has refused his touch. So he closes his fingers on the dress trying to hold on what she has finally given him and not force the situation and make her go back to that state again. Although all he wants is to hold her in his arms and take the pain he sees on her eyes away. Pain you have caused, idiot.

“No way, señorita, you will kill you grandpa” he responds

Time passes and Isa is no longer shaking and can stand on her legs, but lets her husband’s arm around her, his hand rubs gentle circle on her side.

“We should get you something to eat”

There’s a big plain at the center of the fair where they’ve installed a stage and some tables facing it; around the terrain many foodtrucks offer anything you’d like to eat and fill the air with million different and delicious scents.

Javi kisses her temple “I’ll be back”

After ravishing a burger and fries Isa feels the cold sweat and the nausea fading away. The band is now playing slow songs and a many couples are dancing around the colorful little lights that cross over the flatland. Chucho clears his throat and looks at his son in a not very subtle way and motion his head to the people dancing and then to his wife.

“Do you want to dance?” Isa sips her soda and seems confused by his offering

“You don’t dance”

“I dance... sometimes, c’mon, it’s been a long time” he stand up and tends a hand to her gaining a smirk and a wink from his father.

The band starts playing a bachata. Javi lays her hand on her lower back feeling the way her hips go right and left, her soft breath on his chest while he brushes his lips on her forehead.

“I think this one was on that tape I gave you” she says on his ear, raising her voice over the music

“Suggestive enough” he smirks “We listened to that tape on a loop in my car that summer”

“I don’t know if I’d call listen to a tape what we used to do in your car” she laughs

“Yeah, the nights at the riverbank and that tape...I remember”

“I wish we could go back sometimes” she whispers so softly that Javi is not sure if she just says it to herself

The song ends and the people cheer and clap but they stay in a tight embrace knowing that when they let go and they’re back to square one. Javi is still parting on Monday and Isabel will stay always waiting for him to come back.

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The trip back home is calm; Chucho drives while the radio plays some classics from the 60’s, Isabel holds her child’s head on her chest, her other hand lays lazily between the seats, slowly advancing towards Javi’s thigh until she brushes her knuckles over his jeans. He turns to face her but she keeps looking through the window at the night sky and the fading lights of the fair. After leaving Elvira on bed, Chucho feels that it’s time for him to leave the two of them alone.

“I’m going to sleep, you don’t have to wake up early but I’ll go to church tomorrow at nine” Chucho announces before going to his room

The humble space in the living room suddenly feels like a world away from one end to the other, from the corner where Javi stand to Isa on the other. She looks down trying to find the things she wants to say and to command her feet to walk, to run to him.

“I think I’m going to sleep” Javi says unbuttoning his shirt

“Do you want to walk with me? Just for a bit” she interrupts

“Yeah...okay” he raises his brow confused but agrees instantly, whatever makes her talk to him again.

They walk around the property, the crickets and breeze the only sound around them. The animals are asleep and the current of the nearby river is stronger in that part of the ranch.

“I used to love nights like this” she says eventually

“Yeah, I’d pick you up after your shifts at the bar and we spent the night right here” he points to an old red truck now dusty and abandoned.

“I should have known better than to end up with a guy that fucks you on a pick up because his father is sleeping inside the house” she scoffs

“Well, to be fair, I remember I fucked you in plenty other places” he jokes back “Do you want to see if that old tape is still there?”

They approach the shed where Chucho keeps the old car, the door squeaks when Javi opens it.

“Ladies first” he lays out a hand so Isa can get inside and impulse herself on the step. They sit, as many years ago, on the black leather seat that is well preserved even if it’s been years since the last time it was used. Isa throws a look behind her; the blankets they used to cushion their bodies are still there, and she sighs softly

“When was the last time that we did it here?” she asks while Javi struggles to open the radio that’s full of dirt and rust.

“Probably two weeks before you told me that you were pregnant” he guesses

“Poor Elvi, we made her on this old thing” she laughs

“Our lives and my back were never the same” he jokes

“It was me who was most of the time on back” Isa slaps him playfully “So dumbed by you I’d let you do anything over those old rugs”

“Under the stars, listening to Juan Luis Guerra...it was romantic, you told me yourself” he defended

“Again I was dumb”

“I still think this old thing brought us many joyful moments” he taps on the dashboard

“Nostalgic I see” Isa smirk

“A little, you?”

“You’re trying to fuck your way out of this one too” she sighs shaking her head

“Just trying to give my wife a good orgasm before leaving”

“Oh, you’re so sure of yourself”

“Empiric fact, don’t I always make you cum?”

His hand raises the hem of her dress and pulls her legs apart. Her panties already have a damp patch on its center and he grunts feeling her moan just with the faintest brush of his finger between her folds

“What did the song say? I want to spend the whole night wet in you”

Isa gasps when he pulls her to his lap in a swift motion.

“Something like that” she bends her head and kisses him hard biting his lower lip softly

“I want to make love shapes under the moonlight” Javi raises slowly her summer dress until he takes it off and wastes no time in kissing and licking her bare breasts once they’re liberated from the fabric. He tends to one first cupping it, licking and sucking on her nipple and then to the other until her soft skin gets gooseflesh. Isabel moans and rocks her hips back and forth trying to find relief.

“Face to face, kiss by kiss, I want to live always wet in you” he whispers before resuming his sweet attention on her tits

“You learnt it by heart” she laughs

“Cos it’s accurate, that’s how I feel about you, baby”

Isabel unzips his jeans and palms his length over his underwear before releasing him. She wets her hand with her own saliva before stroking him up and down. Helping her, Javi reaches for her core and slips the wet panties to the side not without caressing her clit first with his thumb

“Isa” he moans feeling her arousal, his head on the hollow of her neck nibbling over her pulse. The way he pronounces her name, how he caresses every letter sends her shivers and increases her hunger for him. She reaches between her bodies and lets his cock slide inside her. She starts rocking her hips, moving up and down and in a few thrust she finds the perfect angle where he hits that sensitive spot.

“Shit” she pants

Javi whispers praises in her ear how good she feels, how beautiful she looks naked in the moonlight with him buried so deep inside her. And with that she loses control and rides him faster and harder with her back arched against the dashboard; sensing her immediate release Javier locks his lips on her breasts sucking on her nipples and reaching for her clit between their bodies.

“Cum for me, my love” he says, his gaze fixed in her contort expression, eyes closed and mouth open and she shakes around him feeling tense for a second and then as if her bones had melted she collapses on his chest.

Javi thrusts lazily feeling how she quivers around his cock and lets her relax from her orgasm before increasing the pace again to find relief.

Regaining a bit of her conscience, Isa straightens her body and lets him push in her hard and fast until he crumbles.

They stay there under the moon and starts in the old car where all started; a thousand times they had lost themselves in each other like this, and a thousand times Isa wishes that everything would be as easy as this with him.

She strokes his arms drawing soft circles over his muscles “I know you can’t, but I really want you to stay with us, with me. But if leaving this time helps you understand that you belong to me and your place is here, with me, then so be it”

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do i have a clever title? no. am i ashamed of this? for a while, yes, but i’ve grown past this and discovered worse kinks (〃‿〃✿)

Today, he’ll finally ruin you.

Valentin had meticulously arranged for the whole night, having blackmailed the host into accepting his demands. He made sure that you would be seated next to him for dinner. For the entirety of the meal, he hiked up your skirts, letting his fingers draw patterns on your knee, then your thigh, until he finally slipped a finger into you.

He must commend you for your masterful composure, expression barely flinching as his thumb rubbed your sensitive bud. Perhaps this is what separates your ilk from the rest, but he knows that’s not true. A lesser woman would have crumbled immediately.

So, now he pulls you into a room after dinner, one that the host prepared for him as specified. He leans against the door, a not-so-subtle sign that you will not flee from him.

“I’m quite impressed with you.”

“I’m rather flattered.” Your lips quirk to a practiced smile. “Could you please explain what you need? My father might be looking for me.”

“Forget the old man. I’m here.” He crosses his arms, staring you down. “I’m here to propose a game we should play.”

“A game?” You tilt your head, almost adorably so, as you regard him warily. “What kind of game?”

“A very fun one.” Valentin steps toward you. “I promise you’ll love it.”

“I’m not so sure I believe you.”

“Hear me out.” One hand cups your warm cheek. “If I win, you let me do as I please with you tonight.”

Your pout reminds him of a puppy – an accursed weakness of his. “That sounds like every night we spend together though.”

“Yes, well, if you win, you can do as you please with me for the night.” It’s a preposterous idea, really, because there’s no way you can win this. He’s planned everything so that you’ll lose.

Your eyes light up at that as you clasp your hands behind you. “What’s this game then?”

Valentin smiles thinly, stepping away to retrieve the box he left in here earlier. “Take a look.”

Your gaze is uncertain as you remove the top of the box. “What is this?” Your voice is sweet as can be as your hand touches the object inside.

Oh, he can already imagine your expression when he tells you. “What do you think it is?”

“I haven’t any idea.” You pick it up, tracing its grooves. It takes a lot of willpower to stifle his laugh. “A glass ornament?”

His hand touches your soft lips, gently tracing its shape. “Think less like a noble.

Doesn’t it look familiar at all?”

Your cheeks flush pink as you look down at it again. “Please, just tell me, Valentin.”

He chuckles as he pushes his thumb into your mouth. “You really are a precious nobleman’s daughter, aren’t you?”

You pout again, but before you can say anything, he leans down and whispers against your ear, “They use these in whorehouses. They’re to simulate a man’s cock.”

It’s hilarious and absolutely adorable when you’re face turns bright red and you stumble backward. “I beg your pardon?” Your voice is higher than normal with panic. “And you let me touch that…that filthy thing?”

He laughs. “Calm down, it’s brand new. I went through a lot of trouble to procure it, you know.” A half-truth. He knows somebody who makes and sells them.

“W-why are you showing me this?”

“For our game, of course.” Valentin flashes you his most persuasive smile as he steps toward you once again. “This will be in you for the entirety of the party. If you can handle it, you win. However, if you need me to help relieve you, you lose. Understood?”

“That’s…that’s so…immoral…”

“Immoral?” He rolls his eyes and sneers, “So that’s immoral, but our relationship isn’t? You think that letting me fuck you in my office with others next door isn’t immoral, but this is?”

You squirm under his scrutiny. “I-I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…m-my father is here.”

“Because he’s here is the reason why we should play this game.” He catches your chin and raises your head so you’re looking at him. “Wouldn’t it be fun to do such lewd things while he’s none the wiser?”

He can see you deliberating the options in your head before you finally nod. “I…I guess it’ll be fun.”

Fun…for him, he supposes, but he won’t ruin it for now. “Sit down on the divan over there and get ready.”

You obey him, like you always do, as he takes out the toy and covers it in the oil he had the sense to bring with him. He might hate you, but he doesn’t want to hurt you like that. If he were to hurt you like that, it would be because of himself, not some silly toy.

It’s a sight to behold, the precious scion of the Spellmeyer clan with your legs spread and undergarments loosened. It takes a remarkable amount of willpower not to tear your dress off and fuck you right then and there.

Patience, he reminds himself. He can do whatever he pleases with you once he wins.

The wide gaze you give him almost does him in once again. “Why do you look so scared? It’s just like any other time.”

“It’s different.” You’re looking a little shy now. “My father doesn’t know anything about this and…and it feels so exciting.”

He snorts. “You want your father dearest to know that his darling daughter is being ruined by a commoner?”

You look away, a strange look on your face, but when you say nothing, he doesn’t push the subject. Instead, he presses the tip of the toy to your entrance. “Ready?”

“I think so.” Despite your words, he can hear the thrill in your voice.

He pushes it in, slowly for a bit, and when it’s clear you’re not in any pain, shoves it in quickly, eliciting a cry of his name from you. “Did that hurt?”

“N-no…” Your breathing is ragged.

“Damn, I wish it did.” He sighs as he offers you his hand to help you up, ignoring the indignant harrumph you gave him. “How does it feel?”

“Full.” Your face is pink. “It, um, doesn’t feel like you.”

“I’d imagine not.”

“I-I prefer you.”

That makes his brows go up in surprise. Your eyes are downcast as you leave the room with him, and he notices your stiff gait. So, he smirks and says, “Need any help?”

“I…I’m fine…” The trembling of your lower lip indicates otherwise, but he decides to humour you for now.

Naturally, Valentin would never dream of letting you off easy. The entire night, he sticks close to your side. Instead of your asking him to dance, he volunteers himself, a rush of excitement coursing through him whenever you faltered. He makes you sit down often, knowing that it will push his toy deeper inside you, and the faces you make as you struggle to compose yourself are nothing short of splendid.

“Are you feeling all right?” he murmurs next to your ear, wrapping an arm around your waist.

He’s well-aware of the whispers swirling around. They’re no longer surprised about seeing him with a woman – they’re not even shocked that it’s you – no, their astonishment comes from his tender appearance.

Your discomposure has been chalked up to the wine he’s given you, explaining your flushed appearance and unsteady carriage. It only serves to further his purpose as he steadies you throughout the night. He’s not ignorant to the murmurings of how gentlemanly and dashing he is.

How foolish they are.

“I-I don’t…” Your voice is breathy; an inflection he’s grown used to. “I can’t do this…”

“Then shall we go relieve you?”

Valentin wants to curse himself for his trepidation of fucking you. It’s just to further spread the rumours, he tells himself. It’s only to spite your father, he says.

But he knows somewhere deep down, he truly does love the sounds of your moans and the feeling of how warm you are around him.

“I need you, Valentin…” You’re more or less clinging to him as you leave the ballroom You must so close to your breaking point now.

“Needy little whore, aren’t you?” He can afford one kiss, right? If not to lead you on, it will at least add to his newfound reputation, right?

Your lips are soft and warm, the barest trace of wine still clinging to them as they part for his tongue. The quiet moan you give him encourages for his cool hands to cup your flushed cheeks.

There’s something about how warm, how delicate you feel under his calloused fingers that makes his resolve falter. Deep down, he knows it’s not your fault; that it’s wrong to put Burkhard’s sins on you, but he’s gone too far to give up now. Someone must pay, and he’s long decided that that someone is you, yet…

He can’t bring himself to acknowledge that he really does love you.

“Ah, Elector Sonnen.” The voice sends chills down Valentin’s back as he lets go of you. Stepping back stiffly with his eyes darting to the source of it – the one man he’s been trying to get to.

Burkhard regards the two of you coolly, though Valentin doesn’t miss the flicker in his gaze as he looks at you. “So, this is where you’ve wandered off to with my daughter.”

“F-Father.” You attempt to curtsey, but almost collapse, and would have, had he not grabbed your arm.

“Why are you acting so unbecomingly, foolish girl?” Burkhard’s glare at you is enough to make Valentin angry.

Why is he angry though?

“It’s my fault, my lord.” He steps in front of you. “I gave her a little too much to drink, so she’s tipsy.”

“How uncouth.” His sneer isn’t even masked now that he’s out of respectable company. “The son of a whore thinks he’s worthy of helping my daughter?”

It takes all of his willpower not to punch the man right then and there. Valentin grits his teeth as he levels his own glare. “A bastard is a hundred times more respectable than yourself.”

He doesn’t let the older man speak another word, instead, he drags you away with him. You’re barely stumbling along whilst whimpering quietly, but Valentin doesn’t want to look back, fearing he’ll still see Burkhard’s face.

He pushes you into the room from earlier, hard enough for you to topple over onto the floor. “V-Valentin…” You sound like you’re halfway between sobbing and moaning.

There’s almost a pang of pity when he sees the desperation on your face as you rock your hips in an attempt to get any friction to relieve you. It’s a bit charming, dare he say.

The sweet sound of his name leaving your lips almost makes him reconsider his plans.

“Valentin…”

So, he crouches down to your level, grabbing your chin with one of his hands. “Tell me what you want.”

“I-I want this to be over…”

“You just want it out?” His other hand hikes up your dress. “That’s it?”

You nod so furiously that he chuckles while pushing your skirts up and pulling off your soaked undergarments.

“Aren’t you a dirty little slut?” A cool finger traces the outline of your wet entrance. “You look like you’ve cum several times already.”

“I haven’t.” Your hand grabs onto his upper arm. “Please, Valentin…I-I can’t do this.”

Valentin flashes you an amused smirk as he pulls out the toy with no preparation whatsoever, drinking in the cry of relief that goes along with it. “Happy now?”

“Yes, yes, yes, thank you so much.”

He watches your warm smile, feeling himself mimic it as well, as though your silly happiness infected him. It’s disgusting to let such vapid emotions affect him, but he doesn’t resist as he undoes his cravat.

“It’s time for your punishment, whore.” The words are spit out harshly, yet you no longer cower nor flinch.

Instead, you look at him with wide and excited eyes. “What’s my punishment then?”

Were you enjoying this? Valentin chuckled as he tied the cravat around your eyes. “That’ll be for me to know, and you to find out.”

It’s a double-edged sword, depriving you of your vision. He takes a great amount of delight in seeing your eyes tear up and look about curiously, but the fact you’re going to be hypersensitive to his every touch is more enticing.

“Y-you’re not going to leave me like this, right?” There’s a trace of panic in your voice that eerily echoes that of his own. What happened to a precious noble girl to have such a fear?

He brings his lips close to your ear, licking the shell of it before murmuring, “A tempting idea, but I don’t turn down a good fuck by a desperate whore.”

Valentin picks up the glass toy, watching it glisten under the lights, before bringing it to your lips. “Clean it, harlot. Taste how wanton you are, letting yourself cum to this fake cock.”

You obediently do as he says, pink tongue licking along its surface. Maybe it isn’t such a good idea, since his trousers suddenly seem so much tighter as he thinks about how your mouth around him.

The thought of how warm you, the picture of your doe-eyes looking up at him with tears in them, the thought of how gently you speak to him…

Suddenly, he feels an immense distaste for the toy, and pulls it away. “That’s enough.”

It’s not hard to think that you’re blinking in confusion. “D-did I do something wrong?”

No, no, you did nothing wrong, he wants to say. It’s his sentimentality.

“Of course you did, you dim-witted slut.” He flips you onto your stomach, grabbing your hair in the process. “Don’t you know what you’ve done wrong?”

“I-I don’t know.” The fear is rising in your voice. “I’m sorry.”

Valentin bites down on the nape of your neck, ignoring the pained cry you let out, and undoes his trousers. He wanted to torment you at first, but it’s unbearable now. “If you don’t know...” He presses himself against you, and he feels you stiffen from surprise. “Then I’ll make you suffer for it.”

He rubs himself against your entrance, coating his length with your wetness. “What is it that you want?”

“I want you.” You try to move with him, but he pulls on your hair harder. “Be clearer.”

“I want you to fuck me.” You’re whimpering now.

“How so?”

“P-please fuck me like your whore.”

“Good girl.”

Valentin pushes himself inside easily, giving you almost no time to adjust before beginning to pound into you.

He likes it this way – your being completely obedient to him, and the sex only being about lust and pleasure, but it’s almost not enough now. Now, he almost craves something more intimate. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he just wants to shower you in kisses, and let this act drop.

Almost as though he truly wants to make love to you.

The realization of that fuels his furious thrusts, forcing himself to let your cries and moans sink in.

He only wants to fuck you.

He only wants you as a pawn.

He only wants you for revenge.

…He really wants to love you.

“Valentin…Valentin…” His name spills from your mouth time and time again as you cum, it almost baffles him. Why do you keep chanting his name? It’s always been like this, and it’s always confused him. Do you not know that this is wrong?

Do you not know that he’s a bad man?

“Fuck,” he groans, coming deep inside of you. He’s reluctant to pull out, desiring little more than the feeling of how gentle and warm you are.

But he eventually pulls out, watching his seed slowly trickle out of you. Every single time he’s cummed inside, yet he’s always fascinated by it. Will this time leave you with child? If you are with his child, what will you do then?

As if drawn by these thoughts, he uses a finger to push it back inside of you as he continues to watch, almost tenderly so.

“What are you doing?” Your voice sounds so soft.

Whatever mildness he has disappears as he presses a harsh kiss to your neck. “I was making sure that this time you’ll be left with my child.”

“Child…?”

“What greater honour is there,” he says, untying his cravat from your eyes “than to bear my children? Think about the chaos that the precious Spellmeyer daughter has my child out of wedlock. What will they do then?”

Your eyes fill with worry as you turn to look back at him. “I-I can’t…”

“But you will.” His nips at your lips. “You’ll be my wife. It’s your duty to bear my children.”

“Wife?”

Valentin’s cheeks warm slightly at your echo, so he buries his face in the junction between your neck and shoulder. “Is there another position where we can fuck and have children without questions?”

There’s that adorable breathy laugh of yours. “I suppose not.”

He can still make this work. He’ll marry you, and then ruin your family – the two can be mutually-exclusive.

You don’t deserve him, that much he knows, but he also knows that he doesn’t deserve you. You should have someone who’ll love and cherish you, neither of which he can do, and yet…

Valentin knows that he’s hopelessly and desperately in love with you. Even if it’s not the smartest thing to do, he’ll keep loving you.

#aab snippets #aab valentin #in which he catches the feels by accident and tries to deny them for like 3k words

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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Imprisoned - Chapter V

Chapter V

Story Rating: 14+ Warnings: Violence, Murder, Mentions of Murder, Language Summary: Y/N is Andy and Laurie Barber’s 14-year-old daughter who is a high-grade student in Archer Middle School. Her best friend, Alice Miller had been gone for a while. They search for the lost student and find out that Alice Miller’s body has the prints of Andy and Laurie Barber’s daughter, Y/N.

Author’s Note: Hopefully this turns out good

SPOILER ALERTS FOR DEFENDING JACOB

Go to ‘~~~’ if you’ve seen the preview. If you haven’t and you’ve been warned for spoilers you may start with the first sentence

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI Chapter XII Chapter XIII

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SPOILERS

Y/N walks down the stairs with her bag as she drops it at the end of the stairs to face her parents. She stared at them. Andy had the angered look that rarely appears on his face towards her.

She sees the worried look on her mother’s. “You wanna tell us what this is?” Andy asks. Y/N looks between the two and spotted the knife on the counter. The blade hid underneath it’s sheath.

“You were snooping in my room?” Y/N looks at her mom, assuming her mother would do that since she does that sometimes. “I was,” Andy snaps, “Not your mother. That’s not the point,” He says.

Y/N swallows and sighs, “I just got it, it’s not a big deal.”

Laurie leans forward shocked, “Not a big deal? Then why didn’t you tell us?” She asks. Y/N holds her hand out to the knife, “I only hid it because I know you guys would freak out.”

“You got that part right,” Andy nods with his arms crossed. “Did you buy it online?” Laurie asks. Y/N looks over to her, “No, I got it at the army-navy store in town. I paid for it. With my own money.” Laurie looks over to Andy and puts her hand on her hip.

“When was this?” Andy asked. “I don’t know. Couple months ago,” Y/N replies. Andy tried remember if she ever walked out of the house to go somewhere. Y/N does walk back home sometimes. He wouldn’t find the right day.

“Ever bring it to school?” He asked. Y/N diverts her eyes away from them and sighed. Andy doesn’t like when she does that. A teenager move. “Hey,” Andy says sternly, “Look at us.” Y/N doesn’t obey and distracts herself with Milo. “Y/N, listen to your father.”

“Y/N, look at me in the eye,” Andy said a bit more harshly. Y/N looks up and he saw the tears come to her eyes. “Just once, I showed it to some people,” She replies.

“Who?”

“Derek, Henry. I was just like, ‘Hey guys, check this out’.” Andy cranes his head back a little bit and his arms tighten across each other. Y/N quickly catches the falling tear and watches Milo reach Andy’s side and attempts to cut all the tension with his cuteness.

“Milo…” Laurie gently calls, the hound comes over. “Have you ever used it?” Andy continues, his voice more softer. Laurie didn’t like how he asked about it that way and puts her hand on the counter.

“Like for what?” Y/N asked.

“For whatever you use a knife for,” Andy says as if it was obvious. Y/N looks over to her mother who didn’t look at her so she turns back to her father. If Andy knew about the knife and began to snoop in her room, she knew he had to know about that post.

“You read Derek’s post, didn’t you?” Y/N asks.

“Why would he write that?” Laurie asked. Y/N shrugs, “Cause him and Henry are assholes. That’s why.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Have you ever used it?” Andy asks again.

“Like to stab somebody?” Her voice cracks, Andy’s jaw tenses up, “No. How could you even ask me that?” She takes a step back at his question.

“Because I have to. Because I have to know with absolute certainty that this–” Andy gestures to the blade, “–isn’t the knife they’re looking for.” Y/N doesn’t respond to him as the tears began to fall.

She hates to see him upset.

“Well?” He snaps.

“Andy, she just told you,” Laurie cuts in. Y/N takes another step back, “Can’t believe this… that you even think that about me,” She says.

Laurie became the concern mother again, “Of course we don’t-”

“Yeah, whatever,” Y/N wipes the streaks of tears from her cheeks. Andy regretted it. Y/N hated that he yelled. Andy hated that she cried. One of the worst things he could ever see.

Laurie comes over to her, “Hey, hey. Look, we believe every word you’ve said. We just wanna know why Derek or Henry would write what they wrote. We thought they were your friends.” Laurie and Andy knew those boys were her friends from the beginning. Those small gatherings. They saw Henry and Derek laugh with her and Alice.

They were more shocked.

“They are,” Y/N says, looking over to Andy but she looked away immediately. “It’s not a big deal,” She says. “Not a big deal?” Andy asked, knowing this assumption on social media is not a big deal.

“Y/N, they accused you of murder in a public forum.”

“No one means what they say on there,” Y/N says, “That’s what kids do, they just talk shit and they try to sound cool. That’s all it is,” She said.

Andy sighs, slightly turned to look at the knife and looked back. “So you’re not at all bothered by what they wrote?” He looks up to her, noticing she never even looked at him in the eyes. Him yelling really messed her up to look at him now.

“I mean… Yeah, I am, a little bit. They were just being dicks,” Y/N shakes her head, “No one takes it seriously. Honest,” She finally looks at him. Andy looks at his wife who did as well.

Y/N didn’t looked bothered by the comments. More likely bothered by this conversation. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the knife, okay?” She says, Andy looks at her. Y/N’s eyes still never looking at him, she lifts her hand up to the knife.

“Can I have it back now?”

“That’s not even remotely funny,” Laurie said, Y/N looks at her in disbelief. “I bought it, so it’s mine.”

“No. Not anymore.” Y/N looks at him as if he was serious. His stern look glared at her. Y/N shakes her head and grabs her bag. “I’m gonna be late for school.”

~~~

Last warning! DEFENDING JACOB SPOILERS

Enjoy!

“Well, I can drive you, if you wanna wait a few,” Laurie states, Y/N kneels down and pets Milo. “No, it’s fine, I’ll walk,” She says.

Andy turns his head away with a sigh, “What time will you be home?” Laurie asks. Y/N zips up her bag, “I don’t know. I might stay for art.” Y/N turns to Laurie as she holds her hand out.

“Come here,” Laurie takes her head and pulls her into a hug. She kisses her forehead, “I love you, okay?” Laurie said. Y/N looks up at her, nodding, “Love you, too.”

Andy turns his head, “Hey.” The two girls look over at him and he noticed her hand tense on her backpack strap. He sees the fear and sadness in her eyes as he looks up to her.

He shakes his head, “I shouldn’t have yelled.”

Y/N doesn’t respond and walks out the door leaving the couple there. Andy lets out a harsh tone, “God. Fucking Derek,” He slams his fist on the counter, “What kind of idiot writes that online?” Laurie walks over and rubs a hand down her face.

“So what do we do now?” She asked, looking down at the knife before them. “Do we need to report it?” She asks. Andy looks over to her, “No. God, no. What’s to report?” He asks back.

Laurie shrugs, “It’s just she’s been accused and we know about it. It’s not like the police aren’t going to find out anyway. It’s right there online.”

“It’s not a credible accusation. There’s no reason to bring the whole world on Y/N’s head. Trust me,” He lifts up his hand to at least give her the sign to calm down, “It’s better just to let this go.”

Laurie looks over to Milo who was sitting patiently, his head looking over the counter sniffing the blade. Andy pushes it further away from him. “What do we do with it?” Laurie asked.

Andy leans on the counter with one hand. “I don’t know. I’ll put it somewhere.”

“Are you sure?” She asked. Andy saw her eyes look up to him, “Honey, it’s not a crime to own a knife or to be a stupid teenager.” Andy takes the knife into his hands and sighed, “Thank God. We’d have to lock up half of ‘em.”

Laurie turns away and rubs her face again, eventually running her hand through her hair. Andy looks down at the knife. “I better get going. I’ll call or text you.”

“Okay,” She says.

After getting into his car, he pulls out and spots the garbage truck picking up their trash on the curb. He watches the truck and thought of the idea. Driving out of his driveway, he goes down the road a bit and stops in front of a house.

He stops his car and steps out, walking over to the trash bin and tossed the knife in the can, looking around as he headed back into his car. The sound of the garbage truck behind him stops to pick the next trash up as Andy drives off to work.

Y/N was in her math class, writing down notes from their text book as she read through them. In the corner of her eye, she sees the girls move in towards each other and whispered.

Y/N tried to ignore them but she became curious and nervous what they were talking about. She turns her head towards the girls and they immediately leaned away from each other.

Y/N diverts her eyes back to her book and sighed. “Did you see what he wrote?” The girl whispered. “Derek always talks shit,” The other one said back. “Did she actually-?” The two’s conversation was cut off by the bell and the students walked out of their classes.

Y/N walks through the halls and the comm dings. “Attention, please. This is a reminder to those students who have signed up to help the police search Cold Spring Park. We will be gathering in the lower gymnasium at 2:45 this afternoon and walking to the park as a group.”

Y/N felt someone say her name so she turns and looks over. Not realizing where she was going, the loud bang of the locker got her attention and bumped into a boy.

“Sorry, sorry. My bad,” Y/N smiles, the boy smiled back, “No, it was my fault.”

Y/N looks at him, “You new?” She asked. The boy shakes his head, “Not really. We kind of know each other. I don’t think we ever said hi or whatever.”

“Oh, well, I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Matthew, but you can call me Matt,” He said. Y/N smiles with a nod, “Cool. I guess I’ll see you around.” Matt nods up at her, “Yeah.” Y/N began to walk away till the boy turns. “I think you should know Derek and Henry have been saying some shit about you,” He says.

Y/N turns, “Like really bad,” He said. Y/N’s jaw tensed as she looks around, “Yeah, yeah. I saw what they said online.”

“Not just that stuff they said online. Just other things too,” He said. Y/N didn’t want to say anything towards that. What could she say? Tell Derek and Henry to fuck off?

No.

“Hey, Matt!” A girl comes up and she stops beside him, “Hey, Y/N.” Sarah said. Y/N forces a smile on her face, “Hey, Sarah.” Matthew looks over to Y/N, “We should talk later, okay?” He asks. Y/N nods. “Okay. See ya.” She turns away from the two and walks down the hall.

Matt and Y/N both looked back at each other.

After the talk with Leonard Patz not too long ago, Peterson and Duffy had spoken to him and they don’t think he’s tied to this murder case. It was just another dead end. Andy didn’t want to mention that knife from his daughter.

But he heard about the search for something tied to the case. Andy began to drive up the road to meet the cop cars and people who were lined up for the search in yellow jackets and whistles.

He pulled up to an officer and rolled his window down. “Mr. Barber,” The officer greets.

“Any luck so far?” Andy asked. The officer shook his head, “No, not yet, but we still got a couple hours of daylight left.” Andy looks forward up the road, “Okay, if I hang back here?” He asks.

“Sure, wherever you want,” The officer said. Andy rolls up his window and finds a spot to park.

A few minutes passed and the officer offers him a cup of coffee.

The officer pours him a cup off coffee from his canister, “Thanks, Dave,” Andy said. Dave nods, “You bet.” The radio behind them continued to go off about the units as Andy takes a sip of coffee. He looks out to the forest and turns his head to that trail where the sign stood.

He spotted Eric what looked like he was in a rush, stomping his way over to the cops and Andy leans off the car. Andy puts his cup down and walks around down to the trail.

Andy walks up, “Eric?”

“Someone told me they saw you. What the hell are you doing here?” He sounded upset. “Where else would I be?” Andy asked, his hands stuffed into his coat jacket.

“I told him. I said I want another DA,” Eric said, “Someone who’s not just gonna sit on his hands.” Andy listened to his words carefully. He was confused, so he sighed, “Eric, I don’t know what I’ve done to upset you-”

“It’s doesn’t matter. They’re taking you off the case,” Eric states.

Andy’s heart drops. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t believe me? Call your boss. Go ahead,” He says. Andy looks up and shuffles, “You talked to Lynn?” He asked.

“You’re out, Andy,” Eric smiles happily but sadly, “Thank fucking God.” The man takes his heel and turns own the trail. “Eric. Eric!” Andy calls, the man ignores his calls and storms off the scene. Could Eric be right? Was he drunk and tried to make Andy make some mistake?

Andy needed answers from Lynn. Slipping his phone out, he takes his contacts out and clicks on Lynn. The phone rung and was immediately picked up.

“Lynn Canavan’s office.”

“It’s Andy Barber,” Andy says.

“Yes. Just a minute,” The man said. Andy waits for her voice for a second, “Hello, Andy-”

“Lynn, hi, listen, I--”

“I need you to come down here right away,” She says. The sound of her voice wasn’t a good sound. Andy looks down the trail, watching Eric storm further down the trail. Thinking maybe he was right. “Is something wrong?” He asked. “Just come back to the office. Okay? Please. We need to talk face-to-face.”

There was no use in arguing. “Yeah, okay.”

Y/N was listening to her playlist up the street as she kept her head low. Her foot kicking the rock as it rolled ahead in front of her. Her eyes look up and spot her house. But spot the three cop cars in front of her house. She heard Milo barking furiously at the front door.

After looking at the posts of that search today, she didn’t need this. She turns away from the cop cars and walked down the road the other way.

Andy stops in front of the court building and jumps out of his car, locking it. His feet pick up as he ran up the stairs and met the front door. “Barber,” Someone says.

He stops and looks over to the two CPAC officers, “DA asked us to escort you in.” Andy looked around if this man was serious. Did Lynn think he would be some psycho to be escorted to a place he knew and worked for years.

“Seriously?” The officer nods. “Jesus Christ,” Andy mutters in annoyance as he heads in while the officers followed him from behind. After greeting his friend Kingston, he gets passed the scans and walks through the offices, following the officer in front.

The people around, started staring as he passed through. He enters her office and holds his arms out to her, “Did you really need all this, Lynn?” He asks, “What do you think I’m gonna do, jump out the window?”

“It’s simply protocol,” She states. The door closes, “Are you firing me?”

“Nobody’s getting fired,” Lynn said, she gestures to the woman beside her, “You know Reiko Ishida from public affairs.” The woman nods at him. “Mr. Barber.” Andy stares at the two in disbelief and confusion.

“Have a seat, Andy.” Slowly and calmly, he walks over, dropping his coat on the seat before glancing at the officers who stood tall. But they never scared him. He sat down, running his palm down his tie before bringing his attention to Lynn.

“We have some bad news on the Miller case,” She began, “The print we lifted from the victim’s sweatshirt... is from your daughter.”

Andy looks at her, confused. “Wait, what?”

“It’s a match for her right forefinger,” Lynn slides him the paper and he flips the paper over to see the finger prints. “From the angle, they think maybe she reached over and grabbed the victim by her coat, leaving a print on the tag.” Andy shakes his head.

“There’s got to be an explanation,” He began.

“I’m sure there is.”

“They go to the same school. Y/N’s in her class. They’re best friends,” He says. “Yes, we know that,” Lynn said.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” He adds. Lynn nods, “We know, Andy.” He thinks they’re assuming she’s a suspect. His daughter would never. He thinks of the horrible idea and turns to the CPAC officers and turns to Lynn.

“Have you arrested her?” He asked. Lynn doesn’t respond and it made it worse for him. “Lynn, have you arrested my daughter?”

“Not yet, no.”

“But you’re going to?” He asks.

“We have no choice given the circumstances,” Lynn replies. “Do you have a warrant?” He asked.

“We are getting it now,” She said. Andy leans forward, “Lynn, I give you my word, she’ll turn herself in. You don’t have to arrest her. She doesn’t belong in jail. Not even for one night. She’s not a flight risk. She’s my daughter! Please, don’t arrest her.”

“Andy...”

“Please!” He says more harshly. “It’s not even a close call. You know that,” She said, calmly. “Why?” He asked, “Because of a fingerprint? One fingerprint?” Lynn tried to calm him down with the same tone of hers. It didn’t seem to help at all.

“You need to get a lawyer for Y/N,” She says. The idea of his daughter going to jail and court was not what he wanted. Not what she wanted. The future came to his mind as he leans back in disbelief. “You’re ruining her life, do you know that?” His voice sounded heartbroken, “You’re gonna destroy it. You’ve seen her in person, you know she doesn’t do these things.”

The silence grew more as Lynn doesn’t take excuse to keep Y/N from going into court. “I’m following the evidence. That’s my job,” She watched his chest heave up and down, “Look, I have to view her as I would any other suspect or it will reek of preferential treatment. This decision has been made, Andy.”

He lifts up his head, “Wait, wait, wait. What about Leonard Patz?” He asked, “We just started looking into him. Talk to Pam Duffy. She can explain.”

“We did,” Lynn scoffs, “There is more going on here than you’re aware of.”

“More than what? A fingerprint?” He almost shouts, “Tell me, goddamn it!” He slams his hand and stands up. He spotted her eyes move towards the CPAC officers and Andy turns to them. They began to be defensive. “Sorry,” He holds his hands up, “Hey. That was--” Andy takes a deep breath and sits back down.

“I’m asking you as a favor to me and my family. Please don’t do this--”

“We’re putting you on paid leave, effective immediately,” The two began to talk over each other. Andy pleads for dear life. “What am I suppose to tell Laurie?” He asks.

“Andy, I’m sorry,” Lynn said.

The shatter in his eyes were practically showing. The horror and disbelief as he gives her the pleading eyes of a man who just wants his family to not be treated this way. Not even his daughter who isn’t 15 yet.

A daughter who hasn’t reached life goals.

He leans forward, “I’m begging you.”

“Look, I need you to listen to me. We all care about you. I care very much. Whatever it is your daughter may have done...” Lynn’s voice began to echo in his ears as his eyes slowly drag down the table and he stared at the papers in front of him.

The fingerprint. Left to be his daughters. It could’ve ended up there any time. His daughter laughed with Alice, they hung out. He heard his name echo in his ear as he stared at the table.

“Andy,” Lynn says again. The man snaps from his thoughts and looks up, “Who gets this case?”

Lynn would know he wouldn’t like the answer but he asked for it. “Neal.” Without any further, he grabs his coat and looks back. “Are we done here?” He asks, standing up.

He rushes out of the office and heads down the stairs, holding up the phone to his ear.

The caller went to voicemail. “Y/N, honey, it’s Dad. I need to know where you are,” He said, “Call me as soon as you get this.”

Andy speeds up the road, passing the cars lane by lane, earning the long amount of honks and shouts as the car buzzed with a phone call. “Come on, Laurie. Pick up, pick up, pick up.”

He reaches the intersection and spots the light go red. He doesn’t even budge his foot to hit the break. He pushes the gas and drives through, one car took a sharp turn and a few cars had stopped as well while Andy continued to drive.

Looking back, no one was hurt so he continued.

He called Laurie again. “Come on, Laurie. Pick up the phone.”

“Hi. You’ve reached Laurie Barber.”

“Goddamn it,” He mutter, pushing the hang up button. After a few minutes on heading home, his phone rang. He pushes the button on his wheel, “Laurie.”

“What’s wrong? Is Y/N okay?” She asked. “She’s fine. I just need you to come home right now,” He says, “I can explain everything when you get there.” Andy knew Laurie was probably rushing out of the cottage to her car so he might see her there at the same time he does.

“No, tell me now,” She says.

“Just please come home. Duffy’s on her way there and she has a search warrant. I just want to try and get there before--”

“A search warrant?” Laurie cuts him off, “Oh my God. This is about the knife, isn’t it?”

“No. That--” He stops, “Just come home right now. I can explain everything. I promise.”

“Okay,” She says. Andy reaches the house and spots the police already at their house. He pulls into his driveway about halfway to step out quickly. Ignoring the officers, he walks over his lawn. “Mr. Barber!” The familiar officer called, Andy doesn’t respond.

“Sir! You know this house is frozen.”

Andy turns, “You got a warrant yet?” The officer doesn’t respond, “Yeah, I didn’t think so.It’s my house. I have a right to go inside.”

“Sir, do you have a canine. A white and brown pointer?”

“Yeah, what about him?” Andy takes the stairs up to his front door. “We tried to catch him but it seemed like he freaked out and ran off.” Andy curses under his breath and began to open his door.

“Andy!” Someone calls. The man turns to see Duffy in her car. She steps out and holds out the papers that he assumed was the search warrant. First, Y/N, then Milo and now this. He sighed.

“I’m really sorry, Andy,” She says, “Is Y/N here?”

Andy looks up, “I don’t think so. Lost our dog, now...”

“Any idea where she would be? I’m sure we can find your dog as well, if that helps.” Andy shakes his head. “Have you tried her phone?” Duffy asked.

“She must have turned it off. You probably know that by now,” He said. Duffy looks at her feet and then looks at the red door to their house. “Listen, I’m gonna need you to wait outside. You know the drill.”

Andy sighs softly and turns to unlock the door to his home.He opens it and turns to her, “Don’t fuck this up, Pam. I mean it. Do your job.”

“I won’t,” She said. Duffy looks at the officers and they began to move in. Some policemen stood outside along with the neighbors as well. Some older fellows. Andy wasn’t so sure where Y/N would be by now.

Milo was gone as well. Hopefully he will return in a few hours. Can’t have Y/N’s best furry friend be lost as well.

The policemen searched every crevice. Every cushion, mattress. Ripped every book from shelves, opened them, took Y/N’s devices in her room. Taking pictures of the knives and other things to document for the case.

Andy hears Laurie’s car pull in and he walks over to her stepping out worried. “What is happening? Where’s Y/N?” She asked, Andy gently grabs her shoulders.

“It’s okay,” He says, Laurie looks over his shoulder. “Andy, what are they doing? Where is she?”

“They’re searching the house. We still haven’t found Y/N. Milo is gone, too.”

“What?” Laurie asks. Andy pulls her into a hug. “It’s okay. They’re gonna be okay, honey.” Laurie hugs him back as they stood like that for a while. Could Y/N turn up to this now? She probably found them before they did. Ran off in fear.

Where was she?

The night had grown cold and the crickets chirped loudly as Andy and Laurie sat outside their back porch. “I don’t know who else to call,” Laurie says.

“She’ll turn up. I’m sure she’s scared.”

“What about Milo? Should we make papers?”

“Milo will turn up, too. He’s a good dog, he knows where we are.” Laurie runs her hand through her hair and sighed. Andy looks at her and pulls the chair to sit in front of her.

Laurie sniffles as he takes her hand in his. “I threw it away,” He said, Laurie looks up at him, “The knife. His knife.”

“What? Why would you do that?” She asked.

“You wanted to keep it in the house?” He asked. Laurie slightly rolled her eyes, “Oh, my God. You knew this would happen, didn’t you? That Y/N was a suspect.”

“No,” He replies, “No, I was as blindsided as you were. I just wanted it out of the house. I didn’t know any of this would happen.” Before the two could talk more, the door behind them opens and Duffy comes out with a soft sigh.

“Okay. I think we’re all done,” Pam glanced at Laurie and smiled, “Laurie. Any word from Y/N?” She asked the couple. Andy drops his head. “We’ve called everyone.”

“We have state and local looking for him,” Duffy says. “She’s must be hiding,” Laurie said.

“Do you know that for certain?” Pam asked. “No. I guess she just saw the police outside and got scared.”

“Why would she assume that they were here for her?” Andy holds his hand up to his wife to keep her from answering that from Duffy. “We’re not answering any more questions tonight, and that includes Y/N when she shows up. I don’t want anyone grilling her. She’s a minor, she has a right to a parent present. So don’t try to pull anything,” Andy warns.

“Jeez, Andy, nobody’s gonna do anything without you there.”

“I know. I know. Just... don’t,” He says.

“It could help her.” Andy rolls his eyes and turns away, “Come on. Who are you talking to?” Duffy pierces her lips and sadly frowns. “I really am sorry about this. I’m sorry about your dog, Milo.”

Andy nods at her, “I know you are.”

“Okay, well, I’m gonna go wait out front,” Duffy takes a step to the door but then stops, “Just so you know, they may have found the knife.” Andy and Laurie both look up to her.

“Really? Where?” They both think it was Y/N’s. “Not sure. I just found out.” Duffy began to head to the door and she grips the doorknob. “She didn’t do this, Pam,” Andy confirms, “I know you and I aren’t gonna talk much after this, so I just wanted you to hear it from me. She didn’t do this,” He shakes his head.

All Duffy could do was nod at the couple, “I’ll keep you informed.”

An hour passed and police were out searching for the Barber girl in Newton. Checking roads, yards. One last place they didn’t check was the play structure. Not too far from the elementary and Archer Middle.

The police woman steps out of her car and turns on her flashlight. Walking up to the play structure. Shining every small space and obstacle, she was getting close to leaving the area.

She met the swings and scanned from the right. She heard a squeal of the metal swing and turns to the left. Her flashlight shining on the girl in front of her. The tears fell from the girl’s eyes as the woman sighs. “You Y/N Barber?”

Y/N lowers her head and she slowly stands up. The officer pulls out the cuffs and walks up. “Hands in front please.” Y/N held her hands forward and she cuffs her wrists.

“I’ll get your backpack,” The officer said, taking the bag off the ground and began to guide the girl to her car. Opening the back door, she holds the girl’s head and helps her in. Closing the door to head on her side, into the driver’s seat.

The officer dropped her bag on the passenger seat and got in. “You’re Henry’s mom, right?” Y/N’s voice sounded hoarse, probably from the crying. “I am,” Amber said coldly, not rudely just a plain monotone voice.

“A lot of people are looking for you, you know,” She said. Amber turns the key in the car and it turns on. Y/N looks between the bars, “I didn’t do it.”

“Do what?” Amber asks. Y/N’s bottom lip quivers as she stares at her cuffs. “Kill her. I didn’t...” Amber looks in her rear view mirror, watching the tears pool her eyes.

“I just found her... She was just lying there on the ground and... I thought maybe she was hurt or something, so I went to help-- to pick her up,” Her fingers began to twist in another, “Then... I saw the blood on her and I saw that her eyes were open, and I knew that she was dead. So I got scared and I ran home,” She says.

Amber finally had her body turned to the Barber girl. “Did you tell anyone?” She asks, Y/N began to shake her head as she tried not to burst down in tears. “Why not?” Amber asks.

Y/N sniffles as the streaks of her tears reflected off the outside light. “Okay. Well, I’m gonna take you down to the police station now.” Y/N needed someone. She was scared.

She only wanted one person who’d tell her, it’s okay. She chokes a sob, “I want my dad.” She lowers her head and sobs, “Please, I really want my dad.”

Laurie stared in front of the road intently. After that hour, the station had called them that their daughter was found.

No Milo yet.

Andy shuffles in his seat after getting the small flashes in the back of his head and Laurie looks over. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” He said.

“Don’t,” She shook her head, “Don’t you dare shut me out. Not now. Whatever worst-case scenarios you’re considering. I need to know what we’re dealing with here.”

“I don’t know what we’re dealing with yet,” He says, Laurie looks at him and they both glance at each other. He turns back to the road. “I’m just thinking about Y/N.”

Laurie rubs her forehead and stares out her side of the window. What if they keep her in jail for a week? What will they do with her? Laurie tried to push those thoughts away and repeated the words.

Our baby’s gonna be okay.

The officer at the station took the couple down to hall to one of the rooms to meet their daughter, Y/N. Andy sat at the table and Laurie was walking slowly to the side, worryingly. She couldn’t pace around the room, it would make Andy freak out.

The two hear the door click and they see Y/N walk in with cuffs around her wrists. The couple walk up and stood by as the officer takes the cuffs off. Y/N reached for her mother and Laurie pulls her in and quietly sobbed. Andy holds his girls close to him and they pull away. Laurie cups her cheek, the tears rubbing against her palm. “Are you all right, honey?”

Y/N looks at her father and choked a sob. “Hey...” Andy caresses her head and pulls her in a tight hug. “Come on,” The family sat at the table and Y/N rubbed her fingers against the markings on her wrists from the cuffs.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” Andy says, Y/N looks up, “Before we came here, we wanted to tell you that Milo had ran off.”

“Where?” Y/N asked, “Are they looking for him?”

“They are, we’re gonna find him, I promise,” Andy said. Y/N lowers her head and sighs. “They really think I killed Alice?” She asked. Andy leans forward,”It’s a mistake. We’re gonna figure it out. Don’t worry,” He said.

“How is this even happening?” Y/N asks. Andy shakes his head, “I don’t know. I don’t know, but we’re gonna clear it up.”

Laurie rubs Y/N’s arm, soothingly, “Sweetheart, we know you’re scared. We all are.”

“They said I can’t go home,” She says. “No, not tonight. But there’s gonna be an arraignment first thing in the morning,” Andy states. Y/N slightly puffs out a small amount of air like a scoff. “It’s the proceeding, isn’t it?”

Andy cracked a small smile at that. She knew the work of the jury. “That’s right. You know it. They’re gonna read the charge, they’re gonna set the bail, then we’ll take you right home.”

“You sure?” She asked.

“Absolutely. You’ll be home by dinner. I give you my word,” Andy said. Y/N swallows thickly, “How much is bail?” Andy looks at Laurie, unsure, “I don’t know. We’ll find that out tomorrow.”

Y/N looks at the couple in fear, “What if we can’t afford it? What happens to me then?”

“We’ll find the money. It’s okay,” Laurie reaches for Y/N’s hand to reassure her. “We have savings. The house--”

“Yeah, but what if--”

“Hey. Hey,” Andy placed his hand in front of his daughter, “Let us worry about that. Okay?” Y/N drops her head to look into her lap before they see her large frown and she inhales to calm herself down. “I’m so-- I’m so sorry. I didn’t-- I didn’t do it. I swear. I didn’t do it,” She says.

“We believe you,” Andy says. Y//N sobs and shakes her head, “I know... I know I’m not, like, the perfect kid or anything,” Andy was taken back from that. “But I didn’t do it.”

“You are perfect, sweetheart.”

“Alice and I were best friends. She was just, a friend I’ve never had in school. Why would I kill her? Why? Why would they think that?” Y/N looks over to her dad, “Is it because of what Derek and Henry said?”

Andy sighs, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean? This is your case,” Y/N asks. The silence grew as the couple look at each other. Andy’s hands come together and his fingers play with the band on his finger.

“Y/N, did you tell the arresting officer that you found Alice’s body? Is that true?” He asked, Y/N turns to her mother. “And you didn’t tell us? Honey, how could you not tell us that?”

Y/N wipes the tears off her cheek, “I didn’t tell anybody.” Andy knew Y/N was hiding things and this is not what he expected it to be. Did Y/N find Alice’s body after that party and ran away?

“I thought, you know... that I’d get blamed for it.” Andy slightly cranes back, “I know that was really dumb of me.” Y/N sees her mother reach for her mouth. “I know that I wish I had. I just--... I got scared and now...”

Y/N hears her mother slightly sob and she looks over, “Mom. Please don’t cry.” Laurie holds her hand up and tried her best not to breakout in front of her daughter. “Y/N, I need you to listen to me very carefully, okay? Don’t say anything to anybody else about this.”

Y/N lowers her head. “Do you understand what I’m saying? That’s very important,” He watches her, “Sweetheart.”

“Yes,” Y/N lifts her head up and nods. “I mean it. Not one word. When we get home, we can talk about all of this, but until then, you don’t--” The knocks interrupt his sentence to hint that it was time.

Andy slid his hand away from his daughter. Y/N began to panic, “You’re leaving? They’re not gonna let you stay?”

“We’re gonna meet you at the courthouse first thing in the morning. We’ll have a lawyer. We’ll have--”

“Why can’t you be my lawyer?” Y/N asks. Andy tilts his head, “No, I can’t.” Y/N looks at her mother, “Why not? I want you, dad.”

“I can’t for a number of reasons. It’s a bad idea.”The knocks echo in the room again and Y/N looks at the wooden door. The door opens and the officer stood at the door.

Laurie was the first to hug Y/N once she stood up. “We love you so much.You know that? You know how much we love you?” Laurie looks at her daughter and Y/N nods.

She turns to Andy and she crashed into his body, wrapping her arms around him. Andy leans into her ear, “Be strong, okay, sweetheart? I love you very much.”

“I love you, too...” She says. Andy rubs her back and they let her go with the officer to stay overnight till morning. After Y/N left, Laurie covers her mouth and Andy pulls her in a hug. Sobbing in his shoulder, he kept Laurie close.

Their daughter will be protected.

He promised it.

How far is he willing to?

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End of Chapter 5!

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selflessdoctor · 7 years

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@funginerd

“Are you always this. . . excited about this subject when you discuss it?” He paused for a moment. “I. . . I didn’t mean anything bad, I--- I mean. . . I didn’t mean any harm--- I’ve never heard so much about mushrooms before.”

#funginerd #| v. he looks just like his father but he could never love somebody’s daughter |#[ you think i wouldn't make you a damn starter ]#[ you are fucking wrong ]#[ paul be gentle with simon ]#[ he's dumb ]#[ i also literally still can't even about that disco episode FUCK ]

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All I Really Want Chapter 5

Rating: M

Pairing: Kristanna (eventually)

Verse: 90s High School AU / frozen retelling

Chapter Summary: Anna gets ready for prom.

Notes: Sorry it’s taken so long for me to update but hopefully this will be worth the wait!

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Anna sat at her white wooden vanity, staring intently at her reflection, trying for the millionth time that night to pin the last pieces of her hair into flawless wispies for her tight yet messy bun.

Her lips were pursed in ultimate concentration. She needed to look perfect—tonight was her first prom. As a freshman. It felt like such a huge deal—a high school rite of passage that she had the great fortune of experiencing a couple of years early.

Plus… she was going with Hans, of course. She wanted to impress him. She still yearned for that relationship label.

“Anna?”

She visibly jolted when she heard her father’s voice call her name.

“Phone’s for you,” he yelled through the closed door, noticeably avoiding even laying eyes on his daughter. “Elsa.”

Anna’s heart just about stopped.

Elsa. Elsa? Elsa!

She immediately hopped up from the chair and raced over to the end table where her super rad see-through neon phone sat.

Somehow after literally months, Elsa had called while Anna was actually home and not at some stupid track meet or anything else dumb, which meant they could finally talk to each other, and oh god, it was way too much for her to handle.

She took one long, deep breath to compose herself and picked up the phone, squealing internally, pumping her arms up and down and up and down in excitement. “Elsa?! Ohmygod hiii!”

“Hi, Anna.”

“Wow, I—It’s so good to talk to you! Oh my God.” She let out a long, excited breath. “I don’t even—I have no idea where to start,” Anna said, speaking a mile a minute.

“Well, how about I start?” It sounded like Elsa was smiling. “I want to tell you something.”

“Yeah?”

“I committed to college. Well—a couple weeks ago now. But… I’ve been wrapped up in other stuff, and…”

Her voice trailed off, and Anna sighed, wishing that Elsa had called her those couple weeks ago. “So, where? Harvard? Yale?” She couldn’t hide the frustration and disappointment in her voice.

“Pomona.”

Pomona? As in—the Pomona College that was only a 45-minute drive away?

Anna had to do a double take. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah… I decided I wanted to be closer to you… for once.”

Her jaw dropped to the floor, and that was no exaggeration. “Really?”

“Yes. Really. I’ve missed you,” Elsa said. “And… the stress was really getting to me. I think—I just really needed a change of pace. A smaller school, too. Less pressure, maybe. But that’s—I really, really wanted to be closer to you, Anna.”

Anna’s eyes started to well with tears. She wanted this for so long. Ever since Elsa left for boarding school… “Oh my God. You’re being serious? Seriously?”

“I mean it. 100%. Deposit’s in and everything.”

Now Anna let out a loud squeal. “I’m so happy!”

“Me, too.”

“I love you, Els. I can’t wait to visit you and hang out with you and, like—I don’t even know! I’m just so, so, so excited!”

1997 was their year.

“I can’t wait either,” Elsa said, and Anna could practically hear her smiling. “So, how are you? What are you up to?”

“Well…I’m going to prom tonight.”

“Prom? Isn’t that only for juniors and seniors?”

“I’m going with a junior.”

“Oh,” Elsa said. “Who?”

“His name is Hans. He’s, um…he’s great!” Anna chewed on her bottom lip, not knowing how to describe Hans’s relation to her… “And he’s my, um—”

“Your boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?”

“Yep. Mmhmm.” Boyfriend. Totally, totally boyfriend.

“Oh. Wow.” Elsa’s voice radiated pure shock. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you use that word! Is it serious?”

“I mean, yeah. But you’re talking—serious how? Like physical serious or like we love each other serious because, well both, I guess?”

“Both…wait—physical? You’re having sex?”

Anna laughed nervously. “Oh—no. Not yet. I really—I thought you’d be proud, because. Um. You know, I actually called you about this, not that you’d remember, because it was, like, a while ago and it was just some dumb thing, whatever. Um, but. Yeah. I thought—because when he first asked me if I wanted to, I said no. I told him I wanted to wait until my birthday, since fifteen seems like a solid age to—do that.”

“Oh, Anna…” Elsa started to sound more and more like a mother. She got like this sometimes. Not patronizing, exactly, but… maternal. And honestly, Anna sort of liked it. She appreciated the comfort that came with knowing she had someone looking out for her. “I am proud that you decided not to act on your impulses if you didn’t think you were ready.”

Anna knew where this was going. “…but?”

Elsa laughed. “But… if you are ready, then a silly thing like your age or your birthdate shouldn’t mean anything.”

“You think?”

“Sure. And don’t get me wrong—fourteen is young. But it’s not too young if you’re ready. And as long as you’re safe.”

“Oh yeah—safe. I’ve got the number 911 memorized, so, we’re good there.”

“Anna…”

“Kidding, kidding!” They both laughed. “No, seriously. I think we’re solid.”

“What does that mean?”

“You know. Like, we’re solid. Fine. Whatever.”

“Because you’re on the pill or because somebody bought condoms or what?”

“Exactly.”

“Okay…well, call me if you need anything.” Elsa said, and Anna couldn’t help but smile slightly. Because that felt like a promise. That Elsa would answer the phone if she called. But then Elsa pivoted, “I’m sorry, I just…this Hans guy—he’s a junior?

“Yep.”

“That’s—it’s really hard for me to believe a junior’s dating a freshman for any… not sleazy reasons.”

“Um—not sleazy? He loves me! He told me he loved me the first night he met me. That’s serious.”

“I’m sorry. Wait. You—the first night you met?”

Anna shrugged. “Yeah. We were at this party at Ashley and Bebe’s. It was like, you know—classic party, whatever. But get this—I bumped into him and my vodka cranberry spilled, like, all over my shirt,” she explained, giggling. “And then we hung out for the rest of the night and we were staring at the stars and sitting on the trampoline and hanging out in the hot tub and he was just like, this is crazy, but I love you!”

“That is crazy.”

“No! It’s not crazy. Seriously—not crazy at all, not even a little bit. I mean—I loved him too! That night. I swear. I said it back and everything. Like, we both loved each other. We both love each other. Present tense. It’s not… crazy. No, no, no, no. I… must’ve explained it wrong or something! Here, let me…” Anna was floundering. She wanted Elsa to be proud of her. But now her mind raced thinking maybe she fucked up this phone call. Elsa would withdraw from Pomona and choose Harvard… Elsa would finally give up on her stupid and naïve sister once and for all.

But before Anna could open her mouth and take it all back, Elsa had something else to say.

“You’re telling me this guy’s a junior dating you, a freshman, and he randomly bumps into you at a party and says he loves you that night?”

Shit, Elsa was sounding just like Kristoff, and all Anna could do was roll her eyes. She couldn’t take it back.

“Yes. I said that already.”

“That’s just… that’s really weird.”

“No, it’s not.”

“He’s so—you know what? Nevermind. This isn’t why I called. We don’t need to get into this right now.” Oh, snap was that some kind of a miracle. So hopefully Pomona was still on the table. “I—um. What are you wearing? For prom?”

Anna looked down at her outfit, somehow having forgotten the whole prom thing. “It’s this teal dress with spaghetti straps, and it’s like a v-neck kinda thing, with a big slit coming up the side. Hans and I went shopping together and he said it made me look the hottest. So I had to wear it. There was another one I kinda liked maybe a little bit more, but… he really loved this one.” She didn’t quite want to tell Elsa that it had almost everything to do with the fact that this dress, the one she had on right now, allowed her to show much more skin than the other one. And Hans said explicitly that he intended to show her off to the rest of the junior and senior classes.

“Why did he even have an opinion? It’s your dress.”

“Oh, I don’t know. He just liked it is all.”

“But it should be you choosing the dress, not him. Who cares what he thinks?”

“I chose it! He had some input, sure, but I chose it.”

“This boyfriend of yours sounds like he’s trying to control you.” The way Elsa said boyfriend was now teetering on patronizing territory.

“He’s not. He loves me,” Anna said.

Silence. For a while. Neither Elsa nor Anna knew if they wanted to pick anymore battles. It was perfectly clear with this whole Hans situation there was very little common ground.

Elsa tried her hand at changing the subject slightly. “What does mom think of the dress?”

Anna scoffed. “How the hell would I know? You think she cares?” Her parents didn’t even know she was going to prom that night.

But if it were Elsa going to prom. That would be an entirely different story.

Anna imagined her mother going with Elsa to help pick out a dress, get a manicure, secure the best possible hair stylist to give Elsa the perfect updo. They’d spend the whole day together—primping and preparing. And then her father would join them afterwards, taking a million pictures of their prized, perfect, super-genius daughter.

“I’m sorry, Anna,” was all Elsa said. “I, um—I should go. But have fun at prom, okay? Be safe. Call me if you need me. Seriously, Anna—I mean it.” But she didn’t wait for Anna to reply before she hung up.

The in-your-face dial tone reminded Anna that no matter how close Elsa said she would move for college; their relationship was far from perfect.

But it was getting there; progress had been made.

Elsa was going to Pomona. Only a 45-minute driveaway. So close! The closest they’d been in the last six years.

Plus, Elsa had told Anna to call her. She’d never said something like that before. It didn’t matter the context. They’d made some strides. Yup. That was progress—real progress.

Anna felt herself floating as she finished her hair—parting and twisting each strand and then securing the rest into a stringy bun. She pulled on her white heels with some super cute feather poofs on top, and she took a deep breath.

Nothing could stop her now.

Elsa didn’t understand her relationship with Hans. She didn’t get it. Had Elsa ever even had a boyfriend? Why did she claim to be some kind of a love expert all of a sudden? She probably hadn’t even kissed anybody before.

Nope. Clearly Elsa was the naïve one here. Not somebody Anna should be taking any sort of relationship advice from. Elsa had no idea what the heck she was talking about.

One she met Hans… once they spent even a little bit of time together, Elsa would come to understand.

And Elsa would meet Hans. She would understand. Because she was moving back to California!

Anna was thrilled. Absolutely elated. This had to be the best day and, with prom, soon to be the best night of her life. The biggest milestone.

Huh. Milestone.

Maybe tonight was the night. Maybe… yeah, maybe.

And, besides. She was practically 15 anyway. Not that it mattered, even! Elsa said age was all a load of bologna as long as she felt ready.

So, that was that.

Ready.

After the final touches, Anna stood proudly in front of the mirror, admiring her handy work. She thought she looked great. She knew she looked great.

Prom was about to be like, super-duper legendary.

Next step—pictures with Hans and Ashley and their other friends on Balboa Island at some rando’s house.

Kai drove her as he always did, and in the backseat of the car, she clasped her hands around the plastic box that housed Hans’s white rose boutonniere.

Kai tried to make conversation about something or other as he drove, but Anna could think of nothing but the butterflies in her stomach because it was prom and the excitement of Elsa moving back and the nervous anticipation of maybe doing it with Hans tonight.

They pulled up to the house and the moment she saw all the people dressed to the nines in decked-out prom gear, she raced out of that car and into the crowd.

Anna noticed Kristoff first, standing awkwardly off to the side, holding gorgeous pink corsage.

“Kris!”

He snapped his head up from the ground and smiled as widely as she had ever seen him smile. “Anna.”

The second they hugged, Anna felt those butterflies again.

“You look really beautiful, Anna.”

She could feel heat rising to her cheeks. “Thanks. You’re super handsome.” And then his own cheeks burned.

He looked different with his hair in a less spiky state. Instead, it was slicked back with some kind of gel. And she frowned slightly when she noticed that not even a little line from one of his tattoos poked out. This didn’t seem like the Kristoff knew and um, loved (as a brother!). But even then, he looked wonderful. Still familiar. Still the person who made her feel most at ease.

Which was exactly why she had pressured Hans to pressure Ashley to invite him as her date.

She didn’t want to jump into that huge prom-sized milestone without her best friend by her side.

Eventually, after looking legit everywhere, she located Hans. God what a really, really hot not-boyfriend she had. Wow.

Anna didn’t say anything to Kristoff before dashing off, practically flinging herself into Hans’s arms.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hi, Hans! I have so much to tell you! Like, so much happened today and I’m so excited about that and now I’m at prom with you and you’re so hot and—”

“Later, okay? It’s picture time now, and we’re with my friends.”

Anna looked around and noticed that yes, his friends definitely surrounded them, but something struck her as odd about the rest of the guests. It was weird seeing almost her entire English class there, too.

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked back at Hans who had wasted no time bringing his hand to rest on the small of her back.

“Fuck, Anna, you look so smokin’ in this dress. I told everyone I’d have the hottest freshman date,” he smirked. “I think I won.”

Anna cocked her head, confused. “Won?”

“Me and the guys were just shooting the shit, talking about you, and some of the girls in your class. Thought it’d be fun to make it a little contest.”

“So that’s why you wanted me to wear this?”

He shrugged. “You look great. I wanted you to look great.”

Anna bit her lip. Was Elsa right?

“Come on, babe. It was some dumb thing me and the guys did. I shouldn’t’ve said anything. I love you, all right?” He cupped her chin and brought her lips to meet his own. “I’m lucky to be your prom date, even though it’s cheesy,” he added, winking.

He’d asked her to prom while they were alone at her beach house, after they’d ordered a cheese pizza: I know it’s cheesy, but will you go to prom with me?

Anna had squealed because she knew she was supposed to be excited and all, but it felt so lame. She wanted something big and memorable and in front of the whole school, so she got the luxury of the entire student body knowing that Hans Westergaard wanted her over everybody else. But instead…

Cheesy pizza while they were both super high and a teeny bit drunk in front of absolutely nobody. Honestly a bummer.

He kissed her again, clearly more romantically. More apologetic, too.

She accepted, deepening the kiss.

Stupid, Anna, stupid. Snap out of it. Now she was just being nitpicky. Too much in her head thanks to everything Elsa blabbered on about. But Elsa didn’t know Hans. Elsa didn’t know love. Elsa had no idea.

Hans loved her. Obviously. He said that five hundred times a day.

So, he loved her. And she loved him. And she was ready.

Hans rested his hand on her cheek and asked, “Your parents didn’t come for pictures?”

His question forced Anna to observe that almost every other person at this shindig had parents with obnoxiously clicking cameras. “No. They don’t even know it’s prom.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. His parents both noticeably absent. “Mine got bored after the fourth or fifth one.”

Another nice thing—Hans understood. He wasn’t lonely, exactly. Not in the same way. He had a huge family, but he was still often neglected. Still technically alone.

And that gave her all the reassurance she needed.

In this sea of happy families and supportive parents, at least Anna and Hans had each other.

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CONSEQUENCES | CHAPTER TWELVE | LEGACIES/THE ORIGINALS

BOOK THREE IN THE SIDE CHARACTER/LILAH SERIES

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4TH OF J U L Y S A L V A T O R E S C H O O L

Landon was outside, trying to set up an outdoor movie session with Rafael. With his best friend in wolf form and no idea how to bring him back to normal, he just wanted to be able to make him as comfortable as possible. And that meant trying to make him a wolf den.

"So, I should probably tell you I moved rooms last month. Ours was getting painted, and I figured I'd move back in once you were, you know, you again," Landon said. "But if for any reason you become you while I'm out, like looking for ways to help you become you, I just didn't want you to go back and see that I wasn't in our room anymore and think that I bailed on you because I would never do that obviously. I also brought the photos of that mystery girl I told you about into the new room with me so the painters don't... yanno, mess them up."

Rafael approached, growling. Landon wondered what Rafael would say about the girl in the photos. He noticed that in the ones they had with her, he had a certain look on his face that Landon hadn't seen in a while. Not since Cassie. He wondered if there was perhaps something that had gone on between them, and if there was, he was sad that his best friend may never remember.

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"No matter what path I go down, it seems like a dead end. I mean, there were at least two other people with Landon the night Malivore was destroyed," Alaric said as he walked around town square with his daughter, standing behind people holding things to decorate for the holiday. "They left fibers, footprints, hair. I just don't know who they were."

"Maybe one of them is Lilah," Josie suggested. "She had to go somewhere, and if none of us remember her, the only logical explanation is into Malivore. And that's just the point of Malivore, if someone went into the pit, they'd be erased from our memories."

"Yeah, well, that's what's haunting me," Alaric replied. "Who've we forgotten? There was two others there. It can't just be this Lilah girl."

"It couldn't have been anybody we've known. There'd be keepsakes, photos, an empty bed somewhere. We only have Lilah's, so if someone else went into that pit with her, it's not someone we knew," Josie shrugged.

"Well, whoever they were, they were important to somebody."

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N E W

O R L E A N S

"Why is she running around and decorating the Abbatoir?" Rebekah muttered, watching as Lorelle went around the Mikaelson compound with Fourth of July decorations. "She doesn't even know that America is like, she's been dead for over a thousand years."

"Maybe she's feeling a bit patriotic," shrugged Marcel, grabbing her hands and bringing them closer to him as they sat on the couch. "Rebekah, I know you've been missing your brothers lately, and I understand you're upset with Lilah for not telling us about her identity sooner, but she's your family, babe. You guys already spent a thousand years without your niece, and now you want to spend more?"

"What does my frustration with my brother's daughter have to do with her mother running amongst decorating?"

"I think it's cute," Kol stated, making his presence in the room known as he walked over to the couch, placing his hands on the back of it. "It's Lorie's first holiday with her daughter. Maybe let her enjoy it."

"Perhaps we figure out how the mummy came back from the dead, and then we can deal with her being a mommy to Lilah."

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"I just can't get over the fact that he's your dad," Josh said, leaning against their kitchen counter munching away on a bag of chips while Lilah cleaned the table. "This is a bigger surprise than the look on your face when you found out I was gay."

"Let it go, Josh!" Lilah yelled with laughter, sending a playful glare his way.

He shrugged, "I'm just saying. You went from Lilah Desmarais, mysterious, small, and badass to Lilah Mikaelson, deadly, unkillable, and in love within the matter of weeks."

"I am not in love!" Lilah denied, placing her hands on her hips.

Josh rolled his eyes.

"Normally, you and I spend practically every waking moment together, either here or at Rousseau's. Since you've met Roman, we've hired him to work with us, and when you're not with me, you're spending time with Mommy dearest or Mr. Mystery Blond," Josh said, pulling out facts to hit his best friend with. "Lilah, we hired him because you two wanted to spend more time together. You can't tell me that's not you being in love."

"It's been a month and a half! I only want to be around him so much because his presence helps me unlock the weird deja vu feeling I get, like there's things I need to remember,"

"Time doesn't tell what love is and isn't, and the fact that he's the key to you're weird funk might just prove my point even further," shrugged Josh.

Lilah threw the rag she was using to clean up the table at him, accidentally knocking his bag of chips out of his hand. He stood there with his jaw wide open, looking at her like she had killed someone. She shrugged, walking out of the room.

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Lilah got to the Mikaelson compound, seeing red white and blue streamers and decorations everywhere.

"Lilah, be a dear and help me with this."

She was surprised when she saw Rebekah putting up decorations, but what really threw her was that Rebekah was speaking to her. Since her revelation about who her dad was, the relationship she had with the blonde was strained. She had been one of her best friends prior, and perhaps that's why it hurt so much. Rebekah hated when secrets were kept from her, especially since when she was rolling with just Klaus and Elijah, she would be kept out of the loop a lot.

Lilah walked over, helping her aunt put up some balloons.

"What is all of this?" Lilah asked.

"Your mother wanted to put on a little party," Rebekah explained, looking at her niece for the first time in forever. "And I'm not the type to turn one down. Especially not when it's in the honor of my family."

Lilah turned her head to the side, confused. It did touch her heart that Rebekah was finally acknowledging her, though.

"She wants everything to be extravagant. She gets to experience her firsts with her daughter, who's grown into a fine young lady," Rebekah said, before sassily adding, "Who obtained her auntie's horrible taste in men."

"I heard that," Marcel said from the balcony, where he was hanging up some more balloons.

"Good!" Rebekah called back. She turned back to her niece, "Thinking of poor taste in men, go invite that hot vampire of yours."

"You mean the one you practically threw in a dungeon?"

"We don't have a dungeon," Rebekah replied. "Though... not turning down the suggestion to make one."

"That was not a suggestion!"

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New Orleans during any kind of holiday seemed like a dream. The excitement, the music, the people, and the liquor. Lilah stood on the roof, faint music playing in the background. She had a drink in her head, onlooking the city her father helped build with the help of her uncle, aunt, and Marcel—who no matter what title Lilah gave him, it sounded weird considering he was married to her aunt.

The sun was well set, which only meant that the fireworks would be starting soon. Lilah reflected on her life, how she should've felt like she was on top of the world. But the brunette could've shake the feeling that this was all fake, that she was living a lie. She was unsure why or how, but she had the strangest feeling that this wasn't the life she was meant to live.

Someone stepped onto the balcony, and she glanced over her shoulder to see Roman. He smiled at her, walking over and wrapping an arm around her waist. The two of them hadn't talked about what they were, whether they wanted to be exclusive or anything like that. Lilah kept brushing it off to Josh that they were just having fun. She knew that when fall came around, he'd go back to work, leaving New Orleans and herself behind.

But it was nice. It was nice to feel good to be wrapped in someone else's arms. She couldn't remember the last time she let herself feel something so all consuming. She denied it though, denied that her knees buckled every time the curly haired boy looked in her direction.

She denied that her dead heart fluttered when he kissed her.

She denied that it almost made her want to cry when she thought about how his departure was inevitable.

She denied that it felt wrong almost, to love someone who played even the most minor of roles in the death of Hayley Marshall.

She denied that he made her feel almost the same way Stefan once did.

She was a lot like Elijah in that way. He was big on how true love was hard to find, something he himself believed to have only found three times in his life. For his daughter, however, she could only think of one instance where she had been in love, and with her new predicament, she felt that this might just turn into the second time.

She really was a little miniature version of Elijah, whether or not he raised her.

She heard the small hum of something being shot through the sky, both of them turning their heads to the sky. People started to pour out of the compound or go onto the balcony alongside them, the sound of the party coming outside. Lilah and Roman moved to the corner together, watching as the sky lit up in beautiful colors.

She couldn't help but hold onto his hands that were on her waist or lean back into him with a giggle. She moved her arm so that one of them was around his shoulder, and he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Happy Fourth of July," he said to her.

"It's been a pretty epic summer," she said back, smiling ear to ear.

Seeing his wide smile and dazed eyes, she knew that denying it would only get her so far.

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A U G U S T

S A L V A T O R ES C H O O L

"Songwriting, stop," Lizzie said dramatically. "I can't take it anymore. Somewhere in Belgium, Penelope Park's black heart just exploded."

Josie gave her twin a look.

"You and Gizmo the Gremlin?" continued Lizzie, not letting up on her disgust about her sister and Landon.

"Actually, Gizmo's a Mogwai," responded Josie.

"Oh, God. He's got you speaking nerd!"

"Relax, we're just friends."

"You are not friends! You're a montage," pointed out Lizzie.

"It's been... fun," explained the brunette. "It's been like, actual fun."

"You know what's actual-actual fun? Mom and I taking the speed train to Rome for the weekend. So get your ass across the pond! Stop worrying about Dad, and stop worrying about whoever Lilah used to be—"

"Love you," Josie said, and Lizzie gasped and Josie practically press the end button of their witchy video-call.

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Josie and Landon looked all over the woods and the building out there, but they couldn't find Rafael anywhere. Josie and Landon continued to get closer, slowly falling for one another. Despite Rafael going missing, Landon and Josie talked about what things made them happy-ish.

Outside of the school, Dorian William's almost runs over a girl. She plays off how she knew Dorian, and acts like she's going to be on her way. She goes back into the school, knowing the gate code, feeling happy to finally be the place she called home, a place she had been longing for for who-knows-how-long.

She just wasn't expecting to come back looking for her best friends and her boyfriend, to see that they both moved on without her. That the people she loved would just fill in the gap she left when they can no longer remember her.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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it's come to my attention that you guys don't like lorelle... LMAOO. elijah was never the type to have good taste in women (the exception of hayley) i mean... celeste??? katherine??? LOL

also, i've talked about this before since others have commented about it before, but writing a book about lilah in the vampire diaries?? i've been thinking about it a lot lately, and perhaps i love the idea because i can't let go of lilah. i mean, she's my baby. she's the first character/first book where people totally fell in love with my writing, where people have stuck with me. so, on the topic of lilah desmarais/mikaelson having a series in the vampire diaries? yes, i want to write it.

it would be a bit of an 'au' i guess. nothing about that book/series will have anything to do with lilah's storyline here, since this timeline never has lilah go be in mystic falls until the salvatore school. the only thing that would be the same is who her family is, her backstory, her friendship with katherine.

i'm thinking of writing this series as a "spin-off" but that then prompts the question: what about with the mikaelson's leave mystic falls and goes to new orleans? lilah will get to choose between staying in mystic falls or going with her family. i am excited to start this spin off. it'll still technically be "book 4" of the SIDE CHARACTER CHRONICLES, but i may write this book and book 4 at the same time.

the names i want for book one is currently:

IN THESE CIRCUMSTANCES

DISCUSSION BOARD!!

· did anyone actually read the book plot i just ranted about?

· time skipped through july and august, and now hope is out! it does take them a while to remember hope, but... what happens when roman goes back to work?

· i absolutely loved writing the lilah and roman fireworks scene

· everyone's opinions on lorelle?

· opinions on rebekah and lilah's relationship

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