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The Emerald Manor | 5

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: It’s their sixth year, Draco and the reader are placed in an arranged marriage by their pureblood families, expected to follow through they navigate their feelings for each other amongst the many other social pressures at Hogwarts.

Warnings: major themes of physical and verbal abuse, maternal body shaming, nasty parents, mommy issues, daddy issues, jokes about suicide, I may even be missing some things

Word Count: 11k

A/N: self care is important if these warnings may trigger you please consider that chapter carries heavy themes, take care of your brain <3 also this is the longest thing I’ve ever written, she’s a beast

‘You and Draco shall be traveling from Hogwarts directly to Malfoy Manor. Since you will be meeting his parents before you see your father and I, I demand that you look presentable and remember the manners I’ve taught you. Your father and I will meet you at Malfoy Manor the night you return from school for dinner. As you will be staying with the Malfoy’s for the entirety of the Holiday, I will pack and send the clothing I find suitable for you to wear throughout this visit.’

The words from your mother’s letter rang in your head as the train pulled into London. As much as you hated everything she was putting you through for the sake of blood purity and her social status, you did not wish to incur her wrath.

As you stepped off of the Hogwarts express and onto platform 9 3/4 on Draco Malfoy’s arm, you looked the part of the picture-perfect pureblood pairing. You were both matching in all black, your Gryffindor tie, and Gryffindor friends nowhere to be seen. If your mother were to see you, you could swear she would shed a tear. You were finally the young lady she had been grooming you to be since birth.

Draco led you out of King Cross Station to where a large black driverless carriage awaited both of you. Everything about the situation made you want to vomit off of the sidewalk and onto the street, but you took Draco’s arm as he helped you up the step and into the carriage. As hard as it was to admit it, you knew that Draco would be the safest person in your world for the next couple of weeks, and you would have to cling to that as hard as possible. You sat right next to him in the carriage, refusing to let go of his arm. You held his hand tightly in yours, reaching for any sense of security you could scavenge.

Draco knew you were afraid and that you would rather die than admit that to him, so instead of teasing or chiding you for it, he didn’t bother when you chose to sit next to him or when you refused to let go of him. He took the opportunity to make you feel safe. It’s all he’s really wanted to do anyway.

You had been to Malfoy Manor before, but it had been a while, every family takes turns hosting society events, and you were only ten the last time you attended one at the Malfoy’s. That had been the first year your mother had forced you into a corset, and that was about all you could remember about their estate. But when you rolled up to the gate, you wondered exactly how you could forget the lavish mansion. It was cold, looming, and dark, as was yours, the sharp wrought iron gates refusing entrance to anyone who didn’t make the cut. The stark white peacocks that stalked along the border of the estate offered more of a threat than any romantic reminder of nature, their cold eyes bored into as if to remind you that you would never fit in here.

Draco could feel anxiety rolling off of you as the carriage approached the manor, and he wanted with everything in him to cure it.

“Y/n,” he said in a whisper tone even though you were out of earshot from anyone who could be listening. “I know I haven’t been the best in the last month, but please know that I do care about you.” He could sense your disbelief. “I know you don’t believe me, I know that I haven’t given you a reason to, and I know that this doesn’t feel like the time. I’m sorry I don’t know how to say this. But, I am here for you through this. Please let me be.”

You knew that now wasn’t the time for an argument, that it wasn’t the time to ask why he hadn’t said this before you were walking in the doors of his house and not that morning in the courtyard when you had bared your heart to him, and he had ignored you, but as you were thinking, he interrupted you.

“Just nod, please, just show me that you understand,” he said, his tone desperate for some reason you couldn’t identify.

You nodded, maybe to placate him, or maybe, perhaps because this time you had heard him, even if it was just a little, it was enough to plant the prospect of trust.

“Alright,” he said and exited the dark, ornate carriage, offering his hand to you when he had landed on the ground.

You took his hand, more for emotional stability than physical. “Thank you, Draco,” you whispered into his ear, for his hand or his words from just moments ago, neither of you was sure.

Narcissa had been waiting for you outside of the entrance to the manor. She was clearly eager to see you and to see her son home from school.

“Mother!” Draco greeted, what seemed to be a genuine smile graced his face for just a moment. Narcissa took him in his arms and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. It was the briefest of interactions, but you could tell that she cared deeply for her son. “I know you have met her before, but this is Y/n, Y/l/n.”

“Yes,” her voice was kind and utterly elegant. “Darling, I haven’t seen you in years, you have grown into such a stunning young woman. Welcome back to our home.” Narcissa opened up her arms, and you welcomed the embrace, not remembering the last time you had received one from your own mother. You reveled in the short interaction even after she released you. “I am truly delighted to have you. And your mother sent your things yesterday, they are in your room.”

“Thank you for having me, Lady Malfoy. It is an honor to be invited into your home,” you said, speaking the words your mother had instructed you to say before.

“Please, call me Narcissa, there is no need for titles between us. And we are happy to have you,” she said, her features softening for a moment. “Now, come inside. I can’t risk you and Draco getting sick before the Holiday has even begun.”

You followed Draco and Narcissa inside through the grand doors. The room was filled by cold light flowing in through the grand windows framed by black curtains, most of the stone floor was covered by an ornate rug, and there were two black stairways curving to the same location of the second floor, which from its spot far above you provided its own dark mystery. The manor was anything besides inviting, even the silver and green Christmas decorations were distressing in their coldness.

“We will be meeting down here for drinks at 7 tonight,” Narcissa informed you and Draco. “Y/n, that’s when your parents will be arriving. So Draco dear, why don’t you show Y/n up to the room across from yours, and you two can clean up before dinner.”

Draco nodded and gestured for you to take his arm again. As you did, you turned to thank Narcissa once more. “Thank you again, ma’am.”

She cut you off before you could finish, “Narcissa dear, please, I won’t have you calling me Lady, ma’am, or anything of the sort.”

You nodded and smiled, “thank you, Narcissa.”

Draco led you up the set of stairs to the right side of the entrance and down a dark hallway lit only by the occasional candelabra. It reminded you much of your own house, a dark museum dedicated entirely to your family’s great pureblood history. Draco showed you to a black door at the end of the hallway, across from another black door and near the only window in the corridor.

“Well, this is your room,” he said, gesturing to the door he had shown you to. “Apparently, you’re across from me,” he said, referencing the door not three feet away from you.

“I’m sure there’s some sort of underlying meaning there,” you said, trying to lighten the tension.

A smile graced Draco’s lips for just a moment before falling back into its usual stone near-scowl.

“I have to admit that I’m glad you’re close-by,” you said, so quiet he could barely hear you, quietly enough it was as if you weren’t even admitting it.

Draco hid the joy that bubbled in his heart when you muttered those words. “Well, I’ll leave you to get ready for dinner. We should head back downstairs at five-till.” He advised, and you nodded before he disappeared into his room, the door closing behind him.

The room was more comfortable than you had imagined it to be, even more, comfortable than the one you had at home. The walls were covered in green tapestries depicting nature, a black fireplace with a fire roaring inside rested against the wall across from the four-post bed that had what looked like the softest comforter in the world and a plush bench residing at its foot. On the floor beneath your feet was a perfectly soft grey carpet that laid over dark wooden floors. On the wall that housed the fireplace stood another black door that was open and led to an intricate bathroom, inside of which was a closet. But what took your breath away was the wall covered in bookshelves and a vast collection of stunning books. You could even spy a few muggle authors, which surprised you.

If you could spend the entire Holiday in this room and not leave once, you would be content, although, as that sadly would not be your reality, you hauled yourself into the bathroom for a quick shower. You still felt sick to your stomach with nerves, and you were hoping that hot water would soothe you even just a bit. You didn’t spend long under the running water, nervous about the time, departing out of the shower, drying yourself, and stepping into the closet, you found a dark emerald green dress labeled ‘dinner, night one’ in your mother’s script, of course, she didn’t even trust you to pick out your own clothing. You drew the dress onto your body, holding your wand in your teeth as you willed magic to help you lace up the corset the way you knew your mother would expect it to look. You used the same guide for your hair and makeup, everything exactly as she would want, even though you were sure that you would find some way to fuck it up.

Just as you finished, you heard a soft knock land on your door. You opened the door to Draco, who was wearing a variation of the black suit you so often found him in, although you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly handsome he looked in it. And part of you didn’t want to stop staring at him. Part of you wanted to skip dinner and pull Draco into your room by his tie.

“Y/n, you look lovely,” he said kindly. “Emerald is a stunning color on you.”

“Thank you, Draco,” you said, a bit of blush rising to your cheeks. “You are quite handsome yourself.”

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Will I ever be?” You said.

He didn’t have to verbally respond for you to know that he understood. He just offered your hand, led you back down the long dark hallway and down the stairs, which seemed steeper now that you were wearing heels. But Draco’s steady hand assured that you were ascending the stairs gracefully. You let out the breath you weren’t aware you had been holding in when you realized you had beat your parents to the first part of the evening. You could only imagine the lecture on tardiness your mother would be ready to deliver had you arrived after her.

“Darling, you somehow look even more beautiful than you did earlier,” Narcissa said when she caught sight of you. “Draco, did you tell your fiancée how lovely she looks this evening?” Narcissa asked, glancing at her son.

“It was the first thing I heard once I stepped out of my room,” you assured her, your cheeks reddening even more at the sound of her compliment.

“Good,” she said and smiled.

Impeccable timing as always your mother and father appeared in the Malfoy’s grand fireplace, your Mother and Father had clearly not spent a second thinking of anything but these two weeks for some time, they were both dressed perfectly for the event at hand, their sour faces completing their outfits.

“Layah, William,” Narcissa greeted them as old friends, which of course they were, your mother had been friends with Narcissa and Bellatrix back in their Hogwarts days, and your father was on many of the same boards as Lucius.

“Narcissa, thank you so much for having us and for inviting our daughter into your home,” your mother said, false kindness wrapping around her voice like a snake. “I hope she’s remembered her manners,” she shot you a glare, causing anxiety to roar in your stomach.

“Merlin, Layah, you’ve raised the perfect daughter! She’s been nothing but kind and pleasant since she arrived,” Narcissa assured her friend, not catching the look Layah had sent you. “This is my son Draco,” she gestured to Draco who was next to you, just across from her.

“Lord Y/l/n, Lady Y/l/n, it’s an honor to meet you again,” he said as he politely bowed his head now.

“Come now, let us start with drinks in the sitting room,” She said, showing the party into a somewhat smaller sitting room. The room was covered in silver, art, and luxurious furniture you were sure came from the 18th century, which was arranged perfectly for conversation. You found yourself sitting on a love seat with Draco on Narcissa's instruction, which didn’t surprise you much.

A house-elf came in and began handing out drinks as the conversation started, mostly between your mother and Narcissa, Draco, and your father. You didn’t mind being ignored. You simply held your glass tightly and tried to not be sick.

“So, Y/n, Draco tells me you’re a wonder at potions!” Narcissa said, startling you a bit as you weren't expecting to be drawn into the conversation.

“Well, Professor Snape has been a fantastic teacher, and I really spend most of my time at school studying anyways,” You could only think that if you were at the Burrow, Fred and George would be cackling at the lies you were boasting. You were more likely to spend time running around getting into trouble than study.

“She really just is modest, Mother,” Draco said. “She’s the reason I have such good marks in the class this term.”

You smiled sweetly, unsure otherwise of how to respond. It didn't help that you and Draco knew that Hermione was undoubtedly the best in your year, but that wasn't the point here.

“Darling, don’t sell yourself short. Coming from a family like yours, I am sure you are an incredible witch,” Narcissa said.

“Thank you, ma’am,” you said and gave her a respectful bow of your head, intent on displaying the manners you had been taught and that were expected of you.

“Now, Draco, I am curious what you wish to do once you leave Hogwarts,” Your father interjected. You could only presume that he was uncomfortable with the compliments being offered to you.

The conversation continued on, you remained mostly ignored, and as your drink refilled itself a second time, you found yourself feeling a bit more at ease. While you weren’t aiming to get drunk, you were trying to rid yourself of those pesky nerves eating at your stomach. As you calmed yourself, the house-elf returned to call the party to dinner. You silently reminded yourself to get her name when you could. You were sure she experienced nothing but cruelty here.

As you rose from the love seat, you were sure to remember all of the perfect ladylike manners your mother had been sure to instill in you. Taking Draco’s hand when he offered it and leaving your glass on its coaster, you would most likely be having wine with the meal, and it would be considered rude to bring along a dirty glass. You knew that you would never forget these stupid little societal rules no matter what happened with your life. You sat at the incredibly made-up dining table next to Draco, which you knew was intended to encourage you two to make conversation. After everyone was seated, conversation resumed, but it wasn’t until the second course arrived that your mother finally mentioned the wedding.

“Narcissa, I do believe you’ve landed on a date for this summer?” Layah asked.

“Yes, I thought that the 22nd of June would be lovely seeing that it’s the longest day of the year,” Narcissa said. “Y/n, what do you think?”

“That sounds perfect,” you agreed. Of course, nothing about this wedding was perfect, but you knew better than to oppose. “Summer is my favorite season, and the Summer Solstice has always been special to me.” What you were saying was true. You had always loved the heat, joy, and magic of the day.

“Lovely, we’ll work on getting out the necessary notifications this week,” Narcissa said, and you nodded.

“You two have made quite the match,” your father said to Layah and Narcissa. Of course, he would approve of Draco, he was everything William wished his son had been. “Y/n, I hope you realize how lucky you are.”

Underneath the table, you clenched your nails into your palm, breaking the skin on your hand as you tried to brush off your father's remark.

“I’m glad you approve, sir,” Draco said, dismissing his second statement.

Dinner continued on, snide remarks occasionally coming from your mother after you would speak, and constant praise to Draco from your father. However, Draco and Narcissa acted as a barrier of sorts from your parent's attacks, which made the whole thing just a little bit more bearable. When dinner ended, Draco and your father left to smoke, which was expected, and Narcissa invited you and your mother back to the sitting room for tea.

“Y/n, Layah, I was wondering what you were thinking for Y/n’s dress,” Narcissa asked as you sat back down on the loveseat.

“I did not have anything in mind,” your mother said.

“Well, my family has a very old tradition where the mother passes her dress down to her daughter,” Narcissa started.

“Oh, Narcissa, I’m sorry to say I don’t have my dress any longer.”

“See, the thing is I still have mine, which had, of course, belonged to my mother, her mother, and so on, and since I don’t have a daughter, I was wondering if you would like to wear it Y/n?” said Narcissa, sure to direct the question away from your mother and towards you.

“Narcissa, I would be honored!” You chirped, your face lighting just a bit with a genuine smile, the motherly love she had extended to you in the last seven hours was more than you had experienced in your life, and you would be happy to have a piece of her with you in the ceremony.

“Dear, I doubt it will fit,” your mother said to you, that evil faux smile on her lips.

“I’m sure it will!” Narcissa said, her excitement shining through her smile. “Anyways, isn’t that what magic is for, Layah?”

“Sure, Narcissa,” your mother drawled as she shot her friend one of those cold snake-like smiles. “Narcissa, would you mind if I stepped out with my daughter for a second?”

“No! Of course, I forgot you haven't seen her in so long, please stay here. I’ll go check in on the gentlemen,” she said and left swiftly.

You wanted to beg her to stay. You wanted to scream and cry and demand that she not leave you alone with your mother, but that would only end you in more trouble than you could possibly be in now.

“Merlin, Y/n, you’ve put on weight. Are you not exercising at school? Just because you’re betrothed doesn’t mean you stop taking care of yourself, foolish girl,” she said the second Narcissa was out of earshot.

“Sorry, mother,” you cast your eyes to the floor.

Your mother rose from her seat, she’s a tall woman with harsh features, and she loomed over you when she made her way over to the love seat.

“Stand,” she said, and you did so instantly and with grace. “I’ve been told that you’ve been acting decently for once in your pathetic life,” the witch said as she inspected you, from the way you tied your corset to the curls in your hair, you kept your eyes on the floor, staring at the tips of your shoes. Suddenly she grabbed your chin with as much force as you believe she possessed and drew your face up so that you would be forced to make and keep eye contact with her. “If you screw this up, I promise you will not live to see the Summer Solstice, do you understand me?”

You drew in a breath, which was a mistake, a sign of weakness.

She released your chin, and with the opposite hand struck you across the face. “I asked you a question, now answer it.”

“Yes, ma’am, I understand,” you said, and you drew your hand up to cover the red mark that was forming on your cheek: your skin prickling and a headache seeping into your skull from the force of the strike.

“Good,” she said as she brushed her hands off on her skirt as if to rid herself of any filth she may have picked up from you. “Your father and are leaving for work for the next few days, although we plan on returning Wednesday for lunch, stay about your wits until then. Am I understood?”

You nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”

With that, she swept out of the room, her expensive black dress accentuating her exit. As she left, Draco came in the way she had exited. Seeing you holding your cheek with your eyes cast to the ground, he hurried over to you in concern.

“Y/n, did anything happen?” he asked, his tone as rushed as his entrance.

You shook your head ‘no.’

“Darling-”

“Draco, I’m fine,” you hissed, dropping your hand and looking up at him. The mark from the strike remained, and he saw it clearly. You took a moment to calm yourself. But you couldn’t help but feel guilty for your harsh tone when you caught his eye, the same eyes you had agreed to trust, at least while you were here, “I'm sorry, I just wish to go to bed if you don’t mind.”

He shook his head to give you a silent, yes. He had only seen you act like this up close and personal once when he pissed you off just that past week, but even in that, you had a beautifully bold and courageous anger about you that seemed to spark cherry red. This was different. Of course, he had seen you at events when you were both young, but you hadn’t attended them in recent years, and you acted far differently at Hogwarts. Even around him and his friends, you were yourself, even when he sought ways to piss you off. He thought back to the playful banter you had with Blaise just this morning, which felt like ages ago, or the fire you spat at him when he invaded dinner at the Gryffindor table. Here, in the presence of your parents, you were in a state of survival and fear. He was finally starting to see why you had been so afraid of him and this whole marriage. To you, he embodied everything you were afraid of, everything that kept you from living your life in fear of it being taken away. Should you say the wrong thing, wear the wrong dress, or use the wrong fork, befriend the wrong person, it would cost you. You were someone else here. He recognized the look of fear you had when the silver letter landed between you two, that night of the party all the way back in September, and even that morning in the courtyard when he refused to hear out your fears, preferring to remain ignorant to his own petty feelings.

“Can I walk you up to your room?” He simply asked, now wasn’t the time to pry. He would have to prove to you that you could trust him, and that would take time.

You merely nodded and took his arm as it was offered to you. Draco showed you out of the room where your parents were all saying their goodbyes.

“You two should be heading up to bed now, especially after such a long day of traveling,” Narcissa noted.

“Yes, mother,” he said and gave polite nods to your parents. “Sir William, Ma’am, it was a pleasure getting to know you tonight. Thank you for joining us, and thank you for allowing Y/n to stay for the Holiday.”

“Please, Draco,” your mother started. “William and I are so often out of the house for work that she would have been alone most the time, and we can’t have that, can we?” She elicited a grotesque little giggle, to which everyone politely responded with smiles despite the thinly veiled insult.

You watched as your father took your mother's hand, “well goodnight Draco, Narcissa,” He said to the two, then his eyes landed on you, his tone shifting from polite to the one you were so used to hearing him use, “Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, father, mother,” you said as they disappeared into the grand fireplace.

“Well, I won’t keep you two. I’m sure you need to sleep after today,” Narcissa said. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight,” you and Draco said together before you parted ways, and Draco led you back up the set of stairs to your rooms. You released his arm and disappeared into the darkness without a word, the effects of the day settling heavily on your shoulders.

Sunday passed with little activity. You mostly took the day to explore the manor with Draco as Narcissa was busy running errands throughout the whole day. You were excited to find the library in the manor filled to the brim with old books. They were, of course, all wizard-written, although most of them seemed to have not been opened in a couple of generations. The fireplace alongside the comfortable leather chairs and the grand windows made it the perfect space to read. It seemed to be the only other comfortable room you found in the space. It was the last room Draco showed you on the extensive tour, and you both spent the rest of your day in the library. You went between reading and writing out details of your break thus far in letter format to your friends. You were hopeful that you may find the opportunity to sneak them out some way, and you didn’t want to forget a detail when you did get a chance to recount the events of your holiday. Draco, who sat across from you in his own chair, had a spread of books and charts along with a notebook that was clearly well used. You didn’t bother him with questions about what he was doing as you enjoyed the opportunity to sit in peace. In fact, it was the first time the two of you were able to occupy a space together without finding your way to one another’s throats.

Monday morning, you awoke on your own despite the darkness of the room. You took your time getting ready, allowing yourself to remain in the peaceful space as long as you could. You found a casual dress your mother had packed for you. Of course, there wasn’t a single pair of pants in sight. God forbid you have an ounce of comfort over these next two weeks. After you got ready, you realized you weren’t entirely sure of what you were meant to be doing or where you were supposed to be. You decided to walk downstairs and find breakfast. You made your way downstairs and through the maze of the house, through the dining room and sitting room till you finally reached the kitchen. Already inside was a house-elf, different from the one who had served dinner last night, hard at work cooking, and beyond him, you could see Draco sitting in a breakfast nook, eating. You slowly made your way over to him and took a seat across from him.

“Good morning,” you said as you sat down next to him.

“Good morning,” he said and smiled at you. “I’m sorry I didn’t wake you. I just figured I’d let you sleep.”

You shook your head, “Don’t apologize. It was nice.”

“Are you hungry?” He asked, and you responded with a nod. Shortly a plate with toast, poached eggs, and fruit appeared right in front of you.

“Thank you,” you said quietly as you began to eat.

The two of you sat in silence as you both ate your breakfast, you didn’t have anything to say, and Draco didn’t know what to say. This lasted about fifteen minutes and was only interrupted by Narcissa entering the kitchen.

“I’m so glad you two are here,” she said when she saw both of you.

“Good morning, mum,” Draco said, and you echoed him.

“We are going to Diagon Alley today, and we are going to get both of you fitted so that Madam Malkin can start adjusting your clothes for the wedding,” she explained. “Then, I thought the two of you could get lunch in London once we were done.”

You and Draco nodded, “Sounds lovely,” you said.

“Perfect, we’ll leave in an hour,” Narcissa said, then left the kitchen, likely to prepare for the trip.

You were excited to go to Diagon Alley. You hoped you would be able to sneak into the twins' store and, at the very least, see Fred and George, who you missed dearly now that you hadn’t seen them in nearly a year now. You also figured that you would be able to sneak them your Although, you limited your expectations, not wanting to get your hopes up if you couldn’t make it. The hour passed quickly, and at precisely 11:23 in the morning, the three of you utilized the grand fireplace to floo to Diagon Alley. The whole place was cold, so many shops had been boarded up, lights were out in many shops, although you found a slice of joy when you saw the lights up in Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. You didn’t have much time to look as Narcissa quickly whisked both of you into Madam Malkin’s. It wasn’t until you were inside that you noticed the large black garment bag Narcissa had been carrying, something you could only assume to be the dress she was passing on to you.

“Draco, you go run your errand first while Y/n tries her dress on,” Narcissa said before you even went in and he nodded, clearly not wanting to argue with his mother on this one. While you wanted to see where this errand was taking him, Narcissa turned you around and gently pushed you inside of Madam Malkin’s shop.

“Ah, Lady Malfoy! I’ve cleared out my whole afternoon for you two. I take it we have a very special project at hand,” Malkin said as you entered. “Give her here,” she said regarding the dress, which she indicated by holding out her arms.

Narcissa softly handed over the wedding dress. Madam Malkin hung it up on a nearby garment rack, unzipping the black bag revealing a stunningly elegant white gown in impeccable condition. “Let’s get this on you, dear,” she said, ushering you over, and you complied quickly.

It took both her and Narcissa to get the dress on you due to the sheer weight of the thing, but once it was on, it fit nearly perfectly. But Madam Malkin flitted around you, taking notes, making marks, poking you when you moved, and making suggestions to Narcissa about changes that would better accentuate your figure. You just stood there and let the two of them make the decisions. You didn’t feel that you had much of a stake in the wedding anyways. What more was the dress? Eventually, however, they separated you from the dress, Malkin placing it back in the garment bag and zipping it up so that when Draco returned, he wouldn’t see it, not that it mattered much. Your marriage had been doomed from the start.

“Dear,” she interrupted your thoughts. “I’ll schedule one more fitting with you when it’s done. Lady Malfoy was saying the wedding will be in late June?”

“Summer Solstice,” you said. “But Narcissa is doing most of the scheduling since I’m still in school, so it may be better to schedule the fitting with her.” You felt bad for deflecting, but you genuinely didn’t know much of anything going on with this event.

“Oh, of course, I’ll be sure to do that,” she said, and as you turned to leave, she stopped you. “I noticed you were quiet during the fitting, is there anything you’d like included in the dress? It is your wedding, isn’t it?”

“I love peonies,” you said, then turned to leave, not wanting to speak about the dress anymore, it playing to your anxieties for some reason. When you reached the front door of the shop, you were met by Draco and Narcissa, who had gone to retrieve him while you were changing. “I’m sure it’s just as bad for the bride to see the groom in his wedding ware,” you said to Narcissa. “Would you mind if I stepped out for a moment?”

“No, darling go right ahead,” she said, and as you exited, you caught Draco’s eyes. While you may have fooled his mother, you knew in that second you hadn’t fooled him. It was clear that he knew you pretty well, but you quickly made your way out of the shop and down the alley.

When you were sure they couldn’t see you, you slipped into a practically empty Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, devoid besides two quintessential red-heads.

“Y/n!” You heard Fred’s energetic and happy voice from the top of the shop.

“Come quickly, I haven’t long,” you urged, although instantly regretting your request as each of the twins apparated only a centimeter away from you on each side.

“What’re you doing here?” George asked.

“Getting Narcissa Malfoy’s old wedding dress fitted for my wedding,” you whispered as if you were worried that she could hear you.

“No,” the two whispered in unison, to which you nodded in confirmation.

“Draco is getting his robes fitted, and I used the whole bad omen thing as an excuse to sneak out. I just wanted to see you two,” you said. You had begun breathing easy again for the first time in twenty-four hours.

“We’re happy to see you, Y/n,” George said, all sense of humour aside.

You pulled four letters out of your pocket on the inside of your coat, “These are for you two, Harry, Ginny, and Hermione if you can get it to her.”

“Ron doesn’t get one?” Fred asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

“I figured he and Harry would share I didn't have all that much time,” you answered. “I had ought to be going. Please send letters once I’m back at school I’ve missed both of you.”

“We’ll send you half the store-” George started

“-A care package,” Fred finished his thought, and you pulled the twins into a hug.

“Stay strong,” they said from either side of you.

“Stick to what you know is right,” Fred said.

“We know William would be proud of you,” George said. The twins had known your brother well since he had been a close friend of their older brother Bill's. William had been a Gryffindor as well, and he played quidditch alongside Bill. He had been the reason why doing something other than what your family had set out for you could even be perceived as an option.

“Thank you,” you whispered before disappearing out of the door. It was relieving to see them even for just that moment, and you were comforted when you noticed that Draco and Narcissa hadn’t ventured out of Madam Malkin’s just yet. You took the time you had left to rush into Flourish and Blott’s, a place they would expect to find you in. Of course, not long after you hurried in, Draco sauntered in, finding you in the potions section near the front of the store.

“Thought I’d find you here,” he said, not mentioning the look you had shared earlier, and you nodded.

“Call me predictable, but I do love books,” you again found yourself lying through your teeth.

“Well, my mother has returned to the manor. She expects us to go get lunch if you’re up to it.”

“Absolutely,” you said, the hesitance on your voice obvious.

“But?” He asked.

“Would you mind if we went and picked up a couple of pants, my mum didn’t pack me any, and I just really hate how cold my legs get in these dresses,” you said, gesturing to the dress and tights you were currently wearing.

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” he said, and you perked up a bit. “I just don’t know where to go.”

“I’ve got somewhere you’ll love,” you said, and being that money is of no consequence to either of you, you showed Draco to Bond St. somewhere you only knew of because of a shopping-obsessed cousin of yours.

You found it surprisingly amusing shopping at muggle stores with Draco. You were both well respected in the shops you entered, which you assumed him to appreciate, along with the clothes' general quality and style. You enjoyed picking out clothing for him, finding a particular oversized black turtleneck and tight slack duo a bit enticing.

Draco, while enjoying the fashion, also enjoyed seeing you loosen up. He was aware you had slipped into the Weasley’s shop, but it didn’t bother him as much now that he was able to see you relax just a little bit with him. Indeed he didn’t find it boring to watch you trying on incredibly beautiful clothing, and he loved sneaking money too whoever was helping you and surprising you with the purchase. At this point, he didn’t know how to express his love to you otherwise, and he wanted to do so; however, he possibly could.

This went on for longer than either of you anticipated, although it was more fun than tiring or boring. Eventually, once you had made it through your last store, you finally made it to the restaurant you had been meant to go to in the first place. It wasn’t long before you were seated, your many bags stowed in coat-check.

“I have to admit today’s been more, well, fun than I assumed it would be,” you said as you opened the menu.

“I’m glad,” Draco said, an unmistakably kind smile on his face.

A waiter came to your table relatively quickly, “Good evening.”

“Good evening,” you greeted kindly.

“I am afraid you will not be needing these menus as today you are being treated by the Chef,” the waiter informed as he collected the menus from you. “Any allergies we should be aware of?”

“None,” Draco said and smiled, “Thank you.”

“Of course, sir, I’ll be back shortly with drinks.”

“This really is lovely, Draco,” you said as you settled into your seat.

“Anything for you,” he said and smiled at you.

You couldn’t help but question him again for just a moment, was this more of that image you had promised to maintain, but there was no one to prove your relationship to. Could it be genuine, could it be that he lied to you that morning in the courtyard?

The dinner continued on in the same pleasant fashion as your day had. You and Draco exchanging banter as you had earlier. You both took your time with each other and with the evening, allowing yourselves for once to truly enjoy the other's presence. It helped that the food was incredible and the atmosphere utterly romantic. The lights dim, and the sound of sensual jazz playing live, allowing your senses to fizz along with the music like the champagne in front of you. At the end of the night, Draco didn’t even consider letting you pay, although you promised to get him back, which he believed. Being that the coat-check was run by a very kind witch, you didn’t have to worry about your bags.

“I guess we have to go back now,” you said, clearly not too happy about that fact as you both exited the restaurant as you made your way back to the Leaky Cauldron.

“Look, I know I haven’t been the best to you in the past, but I’m here for you. Alright? Whatever you need, I’ve got you,” Draco said, the sympathy in his voice still slightly jarring.

You reached out, took his hand, and smiled weakly. Not only were thoughts of your parents approaching lunch on your mind, but you were beginning to believe him. “Thank you, Draco.”

“You two must have had an eventful day,” She said, referring to the bags that arrived before you along with your late arrival time.

“I thought I’d take my girlfriend out on a proper date,” Draco said, placing a kiss on your cheek, causing a soft blush to rise up.

“Well, I’m glad you two had a good day,” Narcissa said and smiled.

“Yes, thank you for the suggestion,” you nodded.

“So, tomorrow, a wedding planner will be here to meet with Y/n and I for the full day,” she said to you. “So Draco, you can work on those errands we had spoken about.”

There were those errands you had heard mention so many times, which you found never failed to make Draco tense up.

“Alright, well, I’ll be off to bed. I was just waiting up to see you home safely,” Narcissa rose, closing her book as she left the room, the tea following her up the stairs.

You were left in the foyer with Draco, and neither of you were sure what to say.

“Well, it seems we both have another full day ahead of us,” he said after a moment of silence. “So, we should probably head upstairs.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” you nodded, still so close to him you were alarmed by the tension between you too.

“Today was nice,” he said. “I really enjoyed spending time with you.”

You nodded again. It felt like your brain was turning to mush as all you could smell was him, his musky cologne, and minty shampoo intoxicating. The darkness of the manor seemed to close around the two of you, lit only by the fire you were standing in front of.

“Let me walk you up to your room,” Draco said, offering you his hand, which you kindly took, escorting you to your door, departing once you disappeared inside.

As you got ready for bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Here he was again, soft, kind, and caring, and so incredibly confusing. A part of you loved being around him, joking with him, throwing playful insults back and forth, and merlin you couldn’t get over his cologne or how badly you wanted to run a hand through his perfect platinum blonde hair. But another part of you couldn’t help but see the cruel bully who didn’t mind making your life as hellish as possible, who didn’t think twice before shouting your private life out for the entire school to hear, and you couldn’t help but question whether or not everything he said to you was a lie or was the truth. Not to mention those mysterious meetings and errands. Eventually, your busy mind found sleep, although you found yourself shooting awake every so often due to terrible nightmares. You couldn’t sort them out but images of your father standing over you while you sat in a pool of your own sharp red blood, a sea of well-dressed purebloods at your wedding with Voldemort looming over you and Draco. Every time you awoke, you were nervous that you had awoken Draco. Although you had no evidence, you had awoken the other girls in your dorm with your screams more than a few times in the past six years.

You awoke, absolutely exhausted from the sleepless night, but you dragged yourself out of bed, wanting not to be late for your appointments with Narcissa and the wedding planner, although, after yesterday, you were sure that the two of them would be making most of the decisions while you looked pretty and nodded in agreement on topics that made you feel sick. You donned a perfectly simple yet elegant black dress and headed downstairs in the hope of finding breakfast and, more importantly, tea. You found Draco sitting in the same spot you had found him in yesterday and the day before eating a green apple.

“Good morning,” you greeted as he swallowed the bite he had just taken.

“Good morning. Did you sleep, alright?” He asked, his voice laced in concern revealing to you that he may be aware of your restless night.

You resigned to nodding, unsure of how to answer, and not wanting to outright lie but also not wanting to reveal your nightmares in the middle of the kitchen.

“I got this for you,” Draco said, sliding a book towards you. Your screams had awoken him a few times through the night, but he chose to ignore your dismissal of his question, trusting that you would come to him when you needed him.

“What is it?” You asked, picking up the old book and examining the cover.

“Open it,” said Draco softly.

You did as instructed, finding an envelope inside addressed to Draco from Theodore Nott. You were puzzled but opened it up to find parchment covered in Harry’s messy scrawl.

Dear Y/n

You peeked at the beginning of the letter, excitement raging in your stomach. “Draco, how-” you whispered, your tone shifting back to the one he was used to hearing from you.

“Read it later,” he said smartly, and you nodded, tucking the letter back into the book. “I’m sure there’ll be more, but that one came this morning.”

You caught his eyes and held eye contact with him, all sincerity falling over you, “Draco, thank you, I know this, that my friendship with them isn’t easy for you. You don’t know what this means to me, what you doing this for me means.”

Your words struck Draco, he knew you’d be happy, but he didn’t consider entirely what it would mean to you. He was so deep in his thoughts, he was deeply startled by the kiss you placed on his cheeks. Although momentary, he knew he’d never forget the feeling of your soft lips on his face. The moment absolute bliss, he simply craved another when you stood back up. He wished he would grab your hand, pull you down onto his lap and kiss you back properly, but he wanted to give you the time you deserved. This touch, unlike many you had exchanged, was genuine.

“Anything for you, Y/n,” said Draco. They were the only words that he could think to say.

“Oh no, am I interrupting a moment?” Narcissa asked, half-way through her entrance to the kitchen.

You snapped the book shut, and straightened yourself up, the kiss you gave Draco affecting you more than you thought such a modest action could possibly affect you.

“No! Don’t worry, Draco was just surprising me with a book I didn’t think I’d be able to get otherwise,” you said, your words thinly veiled to the boy sitting next to you.

Narcissa smiled, excited that you two were getting on so well. “Well, I am sorry to interrupt, but we have an appointment in the sitting room.”

“Of course,” you said before turning to Draco. “Thank you again, Draco, have a lovely day.”

“You as well, darling,” he said and smiled back at you, watching intently as you left the kitchen alongside his mother.

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy wash over him as he saw you redraw your walls as you walked away. This wasn’t the life you deserved, and he could only feel that he was locking you into it, but somehow at the same time, he was your last chance at survival, and as you had pointed out in September, it could’ve been several guys, but he was glad it had been him. He sat with his thoughts for a while longer before rising to get about the terror of a day he had ahead of him.

Your day wasn’t much better. The sea of colors, choices, flowers, linens, menu options, types of chairs, different styles of canopies, and the list only seemed to grow every time you thought you’d reached the end. At the very least, the planner was sensible and didn’t talk your ear off about how exciting it was for you to get married. It was as if she understood that you, as a sixteen-year-old, wasn’t exactly anticipating this nor expecting it to be the best day of your life. Nevertheless, there was a mountain of things to get done. Narcissa helped with it all, honestly, she was more excited about the whole thing than you were, but you didn’t mind. The woman had shown you nothing but kindness, and her happiness brought a bit of lightness to your dark world.

“And I have a list of Master Malfoy’s groomsmen, but not your bridesmaids, ma’am,” the planner, Alexandra, directed this statement to you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You hadn’t considered bridesmaids, and the thought of having anyone but Hermione, Ginny, and Luna with you made you want to burst out in tears. But it was evident that you couldn’t have them. “I guess, Pansy Parkinson, and Astoria Greengrass,” you paused, entirely unsure of anyone else you knew who wouldn’t be murdered for stepping foot at this event.

“Well, your fiancé only has three groomsmen, so you really only need one more,” she noted, and you looked to Narcissa for help.

“My cousin’s daughter, Ismelda Rosier, is coming, and I’m sure she’d love to be a bridesmaid,” Narcissa said, smoothly saving you, and you released a silent breath of relief which admittedly didn’t last long as the thought of spending your wedding celebrating with two girls you hated and one you didn’t know settled in your mind.

You continued sorting through the many tasks till darkness fell, and you were interrupted by your knight in shining armor, Draco.

“I think eggshell linens would be lovely,” he said as he entered the sitting room, approaching the table the three of you had gathered at. “Pardon my interruption, but dinner is ready. Will you be joining us, Miss-”

“Alexandra Frey,” she introduced herself. “No, but thank you for the invitation. I’ve got lots of work to do, Mrs. Malfoy. I’ll be back next week, the same day?”

Narcissa nodded, “Thank you for your time Alexandra, we’ll see you next week.”

You stood and made your way to Draco, excited to get away from the headache you’d spent your day dealing with. “You are my knight in shining armor,” you whispered in his ear. “If I had to talk about napkins for one more second, I’m going to find a window.”

Draco laughed quite loudly, causing Narcissa to sharply turn around, “What are you two giggling about?” She asked although a smile was on her face.

“Mother, I’m going to have to confiscate my fiancée from you. I’m afraid you’re going to kill her with talk of napkins.”

Narcissa shook her head, she hadn’t heard her son laugh like that in years, and it brought light to her heart to watch you bring it forth with such ease. “You know, after today, I’m quite tired. I think I’ll take dinner in my room if you don’t mind. You two go ahead and eat,” she said, and neither of you offered any debate.

“Thank you, Narcissa,” you said sweetly, and she nodded as you both headed off into the dining room. You chose the seat next to the head of the table as was social protocol, although Draco swept around you, electing to sit closer to you.

“It’s just us, I doubt anyone will care,” he said as he sat down.

“Mister Malfoy, how incredibly improper of you, whatever will I do with such a mannerless man?” You teased, your exhaustion accompanied by this morning's gesture emboldening you.

“I guess you’ll have to find peace with the fact that you’re to marry a beast who does not know his table manners, Miss Y/l/n,” he teased right back.

“I may just faint,” you said breathily, mockingly wobbling in your seat.

That laugh, that vivid, rolling laugh that reminded you kindly of waves meeting the sand, returned to your ears.

“So, how is our wedding turning out?” He asked as drinks, and your first course appeared on your plates.

“For one, I think it is preposterous that the only reason I am apart of planning and you aren’t is because I am a woman, and you are a man,” You said, as you lightly touched his nose to emphasize your point. “You are most likely way better at these things than I am. And second, my bridesmaids are Pansy, Astoria, and your cousin Ismelda, so that’s exciting.”

“Merlin, Pansy is going to hate that.”

“How was your day?”

“Certainly not as interesting as yours,” he masterfully dodged your question, which you let drop.

You continued talking, going back and forth just as you had Sunday night, but tonight was slightly different. You had started to trust him, brick by brick taking down a wall just for him, and he was beginning to understand you. Again you found the time you spent with him to be incredibly pleasant, pleasant enough for you to occasionally notice butterflies rattle around in your stomach.

When dinner ended, and it was time for you to both get to bed, you somehow both rose from your chairs on the same side. Luckily Draco had some of his whits about him and gracefully caught you by the shoulders, holding you just far enough away so that you wouldn’t bump into him but close enough so that it felt like your stomach was being shredded, his lips just centimeters away and the dim light suddenly feeling very romantic. But you just stepped back and allowed him to show you up to your room.

You awoke Wednesday morning, the monotony of your routine beginning to set in. You found your way back into the closet and picked out another perfect little black dress your mother had provided you along with a corset underneath to cinch your waist and a matching sweater. You styled your hair precisely as she would like it and followed with your makeup, applying it with an expert hand.

It was around nine when you made your way downstairs and into the kitchen to find that you were the first to arrive.

“Good morning,” you greeted the house-elf, whose name you still didn’t know.

“Are you talking to Zilsey, Miss?” she asked you.

“Of course, and please, when it’s just us, call me, Y/n,” You requested kindly.

She nodded, “Did Zilsey do something wrong, Miss?”

“No! No, I just wanted to say hello and good morning,” you said, softening your tone as much as you could.

“Oh, thank you,” she said. “Can Zilsey get you anything, miss?”

“No, thank you Zilsey, is breakfast out on the table?” You asked.

“Yes, Miss, it is.”

“Thank you, Zilsey.”

You sat down at the breakfast table. You weren’t hungry, in fact, you were mostly nauseous with nerves at the thought of the day that was ahead of you. You poured yourself some tea and found an apple. You sat with yourself and your tea for a while until Draco appeared in similar black attire.

“Good morning,” he greeted, another book in hand, and you perked up a bit.

“Good morning,” you stood to greet him.

“This is for you,” he said, passing you the book, and you took it.

“Thank you, Draco,” you said with the same sincerity you had the day before.

“Anything for you,” he said, kindness softening his grey eyes.

“Do you mind if I read it?” You asked as you both sat down in your respective spots.

“No darling, go ahead,” said Draco as he started placing food on his plate.

You opened the letter from ‘Pansy Parkinson’ underneath the table as a layer of precaution. Excited to see Hermione’s neat scrawl and your name at the top.

Y/n,

I miss you so much I hope that you are staying safe and everything is going well. Harry told me that Draco came to him and Ron on the train and told them to write to you through him. Did he come up with this on his own? I think you should ask him about the morning in the courtyard again, I have the feeling that there is more to what’s going on than what he’s told you.

Everything is going well on my side of things, I still haven’t been in touch at all with Ron, but I know that Harry and Ginny are doing well, but if they haven’t written you yet, I am sure they will soon. Harry has a whole conspiracy theory going around Draco, and I’m positive he is going to ask your thoughts, although he may wait until we return to school. He said that he’s worried Draco is reading these, but I doubt it. I’ve got a wonderful Christmas present for you, but I’ll wait to give it to you until we return.

Please know that I’m here for you no matter what and that I love you.

Stay safe and write me when you can,

Hermione.

“Thank you for these Draco, I really can’t say it enough,” you said once you finished the letter.

He nodded, “Anything for you.”

“Hermione says I should give you the benefit of the doubt,” you said as you folded the letter back into its envelope. You knew exactly what you were doing with those words.

Draco swallowed the pumpkin juice he had just picked up. “Does she?”

Elegantly, you nodded, “She does.”

You knew this was enough to tell him that your feelings for him existed and that you were considering something real, something better than this game of tennis you had been playing.

“Well, she is the smartest witch in our year.”

“I thought that was me,” you smirked.

Draco smiled, and playfully shook his head at you.

Breakfast continued, full of banter and flirting, and as you were waiting for the events of the day, you moved into the sitting room. Although eventually, your parents arrived, and the second they were announced, you hastily reconstructed your walls and straightened your back. Draco, picking up on every little change in habit you exhibited.

While it wasn’t raining outside, it was quite chilly, although Narcissa had utilized magic to put up a sort of weather-proof bubble around the outdoor dining set, allowing the lunch to take place out in the Malfoy’s beautiful garden. Even in winter, flowers, vines, trees, and hedges thrived green, white, silver, and blood red. Despite this, the gardens seemed cold, lifeless, and fake.

You and Draco made your way through the fog to the transparent bubble that sat in the center of a clearing out past the maze and under a series of trees and vines where your parents were waiting.

“There are the love birds,” Narcissa said gently.

“We were waiting for you all in the sitting room when the elf announced your presence,” Draco explained, catching your mother's judgmental gaze on you.

“Don’t worry, we haven’t been out here for more than a few minutes,” said Narcissa.

You assumed your seat next to Draco and across from your mother as sandwiches and teas appeared on the table before you. The lunch went as the dinner before it had, your parents focusing entirely on you and your mother shooting snide remarks about your appearance or your attitude whenever she could fit them in, although this time, your respite was a glass of champagne and holding onto Draco’s hand under the table.

“Layah, I’m sorry you aren’t able to make any of the appointments with the wedding planner. I’m sure you’d love to see how it's all getting along,” Narcissa said.

“Oh, I trust you completely with all that Narcissa, it really isn’t in my area of interest,” she said.

You were surprised that she wasn’t, in fact, more controlling over this whole process, although it was likely because she just wanted rid of you. Lunch continued on, and as it did, you noticed the stares you were receiving from your father, typically, he would just ignore you. In fact, the only time you received this much attention from his was when you screwed up.

As tiny desserts and espresso hit the table, your father rose from his seat. “If you don’t mind Y/n and I are going to go on a walk, I’d love the opportunity to talk to her, Father to Daughter,” he said to gritted teeth, taking your wrist tightly in his hand, and departing, dragging you along with him before anyone could say anything.

He took you inside and upstairs, shoving you into the first open guest room he could find and instantly cornering you.

“Your mother and I have been made aware that you’ve found yourself in the arms of Harry Potter more than once and that now he is writing to you here. Now usually, I would have your mother deal with such slip-ups. However, we have also been made aware that you slipped away in Diagonal Alley the other day to see some Weasleys. I thought you would’ve learned from your brother's mistakes.”

You swallowed, unsure of what to say as the shock of him finding you out rose to your expression.

“Don’t think we don’t have eyes on you, girl. Now, what do you have to say for yourself, considering slip-ups of the same nature are what got your brother his early spot in the grave,”

“Father, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll do better,” you recited the taught promise. You couldn’t think, the persistent reminder of William and the overbearing presence of your father overwhelming your mind.

He glowered at you, “You know that promises are not enough. We really did expect more from you, Y/n.”

“I know, sir, I apologize-”

In order to shut you up, William raised his left hand and backhanded you, the sharp cold ring bearing your family crest cutting your from the bottom of your cheek to just under your eye.

“You will not be embarrassing your mother or me after we leave on the errand,” He said, spitting on the ground next to you as you pressed yourself into the wall as you clenched your eyes closed. “Look at me when I speak to you!” He roared as he pulled out his wand and held it to your neck.

“Yes, sir! Yes, I’m sorry,” you sobbed, but when you looked up at him, he silently cast a dark spell that began to open the scars that littered your back, one you had experienced twice just this past summer.

As the curse started to take effect, you fell to your knees, and the man standing above, you stepped back in order witness to his work. When you were down, tears started streaming down your face from the pain, and you were focused on the screaming wounds on your back. He grabbed your hair in a fist and pulled your face up so that you’d have to look him in the eye as your blood seeped into the fabric on your back.

“You’re just a stupid little girl unable to comprehend the world around her. You’re not to ruin the legacy our family has worked so painfully hard to craft, you’ll shut up and be a pretty little face. You’ll marry Draco, you’ll stand by as we win this war, and you’ll have pureblood babies. You’ll be the Malfoy’s problem, and you’ll bear their name, but I won’t allow you to blatantly write off everything this family stands for. Your opinion, your thoughts, that overactive brain of yours doesn’t matter. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you croaked.

“Ah, I’ve been looking for you sir,” Draco’s sudden presence caused your father to drop you and turn towards the entrance of the room where Draco was standing. He stood in front of you in an attempt to cover you considering your current state. “Would you mind if I stole Y/n for a moment? My mother wanted to speak with her. Although if you two-“

“No, no son, please go right ahead. I was just saying my goodbyes. Layah and I will actually be leaving now.”

Your father turned back to you, muttering the counter curse to the torture he had started, then giving you a terrifyingly venomous glare before striding out of the room. Not before giving Draco a kind nod. Once he was gone, you let out a sob you had desperately been trying to hold in.

“Y/n, are you okay?!” Draco rushed over to you, dropping to his knees.

"The corset,” you murmured. You didn’t have nearly enough breath to allow for speech to come freely.

Draco pulled out his wand to unzip your dress and quickly undo your corset, ridding you of it as soon as he possibly could. Once he saw all the open scars on your back and the blood that had soaked through all of the layers of your dress, he muttered a nearly silent, “vulnera sanentur” which painfully closed the now fresh wounds. Every one of them turning into angry red scabs and flesh, and the cut on your cheek closing into a raised red line across your face.

“Can you stand at all?” Draco asked you, and you nodded, despite being unsure. “Here,” he muttered, and he picked you up, avoiding touching your back as best he could. He carried you down the hall and into his room, softly sitting you down on his bed. Draco disappeared into his closet, quickly returning with a plain sweatshirt and a pair of his boxers. “Let me help you put these on,” he offered, and you accepted, enveloped in pain you weren’t thinking of much besides your throbbing back.

“Do you want to tell me what happened? Or do you want to lay down?” He asked, he was rushed and worried, entirely unsure of how exactly he could help you.

“He knows Draco, he knows about Harry, about the letters, he knows that I went to see Fred and George,” you cried. “I don’t know how he could know.”

Draco sat down in the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard, and he laid you down from your sitting position so that your head was resting on his lap, “Darling, I’m so sorry.”

“He said that they’ve been watching me. I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid to think I could get away with anything,” you said as another sob racked your body.

“I promise you that I’ll never let something like this happen to you again,” he said in a soft and gentle whisper.

“Do you love me, Draco?” you asked, your voice so quiet you weren’t sure if he could hear you.

This caught him off guard, but after a minute, you heard him respond, “Of course I do, I have for years.”

“Then, why?” you were referring to the last term and the hell he had put you through.

He drew a breath in, he couldn’t very well lie to you now, “I- well there’s just a lot going on and I. Well, I’m involved in something that could get you seriously hurt, and I couldn’t bear the thought of being the cause of your death because I-” he looked up at the wall to collect his thoughts for a moment then looked back down at you. “I love you, and I didn’t want to tell you now, here, l really care about you, and I don’t know how to convey it because you- you’re perfect and I’m just an asshole, and I don’t know how to do anything but hurt you. You emerged from all of this, from the abuse and the lies about blood purity a better person, and I just let them turn me into one of their own, a pawn.”

It took you a while to think about what he said, the lack of blood, the exhaustion, and the adrenaline seeping out of your body, causing you to take longer than you might usually. You placed your hand over his, the one that was resting on his knee, your voice was lighter and lower than a whisper, “We can fight on the right side of this war, Draco, even in secret, but we’re all that we’ll have. You don’t have to be their pawn. I know your heart is in the right place. You just have to trust me.”

He folded down and stared into your eyes, inches away from your face. After a few moments, your lips met, exchanging a delicate and telling kiss. You loved him, you cared about him, you felt safe with him, and the two of you wouldn’t be your parents. You would make a better legacy for your families. You would change the tide.

Part 6 - The Onyx Ring

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itsamejin · 4 years

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leave me || part 4 || suga angst || finale

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Warning: angst, cheating, cursing

Summary: He’s cheating and you’re aware. You just don’t know what to do about it.

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Yoongi sat in front of Jieun’s high-rise apartment complex on a bench, suffering from the cold but ultimately unfazed. The argument that occurred only hours before hurt more than this. The tears had dried by then and the only thing that was stopping him from making his way up to her penthouse suite was the terrible numbness in his heart.

He felt so emotionally exhausted from what happened just a few hours earlier that he found himself in front of her apartment without much thought. It was like instinct to always come back here in the middle of the night. No matter if he was drunk or stressed, Jieun’s apartment would always be the place Yoongi found himself in.

He always came after a late night of drinking or after a particularly heated argument with you. He felt safer with her, but now Yoongi wonders if he’ll ever get a chance to right his wrongs if he didn’t break up with Jieun- to expose his wrongdoings and have a clean break. Somehow the thought of letting her go too made his heart clench even more.

Yoongi made his way into the lobby and with several deep breaths, finally got in the elevator. He pressed the button to the highest floor where Jieun resided.

The doors opened and it was then he realized that there was no turning back. Jieun was in her own living room, back facing Yoongi, as she scrolled through her phone with a wine glass in hand. She jumped slightly at the sound of the elevator opening and smiled when she saw that it was Yoongi who came up.

“Yoongi! You should have called,” she said excitedly, turning off her phone.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he said, sorrow slightly hinted in his voice.

“Are you feeling better now, babe?” she asked as she walked up to him, wine glass still in hand. She pulled him into a short embrace and sighed into his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you,” she said quietly.

For a moment, Yoongi forgot about the argument that happened earlier. That all was right in the world and that he had both you and her by his side. He felt so selfish at that moment, but it was the truth. His feelings were so muddled he couldn’t choose between the two of you. Yoongi knew he loved you, he was sure of it. But it was something in the way Jieun carried herself that took Yoongi’s breath away just the same. He felt a lump in his throat form as he thought of it.

It should’ve been then when he confessed to Jieun of all his wrongdoings. It should have been then when he got down on his knees and begged for forgiveness- and yet the way she stared up at him without a hint of disgust or sadness had only reminded him that at least Jieun still loved him. Irrevocably and without question, Jieun was still in love with Yoongi.

Maybe that’s why instead of spilling his heart out to her, Yoongi took her wine glass and gulped it down for himself and sat it aside on a nearby table. Maybe that’s why instead of leaving the apartment with any semblance of pride left, he took Jieun by the waist and kissed her deeply. Maybe instead of leading Jieun back into the living room and pushing her down onto the couch, he could’ve told her that he had knowingly broken her heart.

But Yoongi knew what kind of person he was and so he didn’t utter a single word after. Instead, Yoongi undressed Jieun to distract himself from his own guilt.

–

Sitting at home with your chin tucked between your knees, you replayed the conversation with Yoongi from just a few hours ago. You should have at least apologized, you thought. He did deserve an explanation at the very least, but you were too caught up in your own heated emotions that you lashed out on him. How could you expect him to know what you were going through without telling him first?

No, you sighed. He deserved it.

You stood up from the comfort of your couch and raided your fridge for ice cream. It seemed to be your best friend for the past few weeks. Instead of immediately grabbing the large tub from the freezer, the sight of frozen crab sticks next to it almost brought you to tears. It reminded you so much of your first date with Yoongi all those years ago at a sushi place where you ended up paying because his check from his part-time job hadn’t come in yet.

It was much simpler back then. He didn’t have to wear hats or masks to go out on dates. He didn’t have this facade that he was someone better than he truly was. Yoongi was just Yoongi and that’s all you could’ve asked from him.

The number of times he apologized for not being able to pay for such a cheap date brought a small smile to your face. Yoongi made it up to you later that day by taking you to a secret rooftop spot to watch the sunset together. The first time you ever felt his lips on yours, the first time you felt like love would actually last.

You banged your head against your fist to get rid of the sweet images of him in your mind.

“For the love of God, please forget about him,” you muttered to yourself repeatedly. Without even realizing, you shed tears as you gripped the freezer handle with a new purpose. You stood there crying and crying until your mother walked downstairs to see what all the commotion was in the middle of the night. She rushed over to you.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” she asked worriedly.

“I hate him,” you said, trying to convince yourself of something that wasn’t true. “I hate him so much.”

You hoped that he was alone in that stupid apartment, crying to himself and hurting just as much as you. That he regretted every single mistake he made and that his sins would live with him forever. You wished for him to hate himself as much as you hated him.

“Baby it’s alright,” she cooed. “Things will get better. They always do.”

God, you hope it will.

–

The morning came and the guilt came with it. Yoongi stroked Jieun’s hair, as they laid on the couch, nothing but a silk blanket between them. As he stared at the penthouse’s beautiful view of Seoul, he tried to ignore his clothes strewn across the floor. He shouldn’t have come in the first place if all he was going to do was hurt her even more. He tried to get up as silently as he could, but Jieun felt his warm presence leave and attempted to have him lay back down.

“Don’t go yet or I’ll miss you again,” she muttered cutely, her eyes closed and cheeks puffed. He chuckled sadly and pulled her up with him. He held onto her and smiled.

“I’m just gonna go to the restroom, okay?” he said softly, trying to move the stray hairs away from her face. Jieun nodded, but her eyes were still closed.

Yoongi stood up as she collapsed back onto the couch, the thin blanket covering her naked form. He sighed as he grabbed his boxers and gray sweatpants from the ground and put it on. Just a little while longer and then he’d tell her. He was sure that he would.

As Yoongi brushed his teeth and washed his face, he noticed how red his eyes were from the night before. No wonder Jieun had looked so concerned for him yesterday, he looked like a fucking mess.

Yoongi took a deep breath as he studied his reflection once again. He was thankful that Jieun still took him in and comforted him without question, that she had that much loyalty towards him. Yoongi wished he could have reciprocated the amount of love either of you gave him.

Yoongi rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands. He didn’t want to lose her too.

When Yoongi walked back into the living room, all semblance of contentment washed away because Jieun was there, clearly awake and somewhat dressed, holding a ring that he should not have brought with him in the first place. After you stormed off without it, he had put it in his pocket without thinking. He saw Jieun’s clenched jaw and angry pupils. There was no way he could avoid this situation.

“What are you doing?” he asked as kindly as he could.

“Why do you have this ring?” Jieun asked rigidly, looking back and forth between the ring and Yoongi. “It’s too small for you.”

Yoongi pursed his lips as he walked closer towards her.

“Listen, Jieun,” he started slowly, “I have to tell you something.”

Jieun knew where this was going. She had a feeling ever since Jin told her off that one night. Actually, she might have had a feeling even before then when he started his bar-hopping escapades and coming to her apartment drunker than usual. It was all leading to one thing and one thing only.

“What’s going on Yoongi?” she asked as she put down the ring on her coffee table. She stood up to meet eyes with him.

Yoongi took a deep breath. There was no real way of saying this without it hurting. He was prepared right then for her to slap him in the face.

“I had a girlfriend before you and I started dating,” he eased in, gauging her reaction that quickly turned sour. “And I never broke up with her... I just...”

It took every part of herself to not collapse onto the floor. The pain was unbearable. It seared into her as she looked into his cloudy eyes. Cheating was one thing. Being the second girl was another. In some sick way, Jieun felt dirty.

“I’ve been cheating on her with you,” he said shakily. “And I regret it so, so much.”

She stared at him, sadness and disgust laced in her gaze. Jieun couldn’t help but bite her lip to stop it from quivering. She felt trapped in her own home. As she looked up at Yoongi, he looked like a different person altogether. Not the caring and compassionate senior who showed her around his studio, not the silly boy who’d play with her pinky toe as they played a horror movie that both he and her were too afraid to watch. Before her eyes, she didn’t see the Yoongi who seemed invincible to the world’s judgment and prejudices. Instead, she saw a broken man with tired eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

“You regret being with me?” she asked, trying to appear strong but her shaky voice had given it away.

He shook his head frantically, kneeling beside her.

“No, not that. Never that,” he said, trying to take her hand but having it pushed away. “I shouldn’t have hurt either of you. That’s what I regret.”

“How long,” she asked quietly and continued on when he looked confused. “How long were you with her before you met me?”

It seemed like a pointless question. He cheated point black period. There would be no silver lining to this, she thought. She just wanted to know how long she was ruining another girl’s life.

“I was with her before I even became a trainee,” he said in a whisper. “I was with her for six years.”

It was then she heard the sound of her own heart breaking. Any semblance of hope had drained from her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“How could you?” she whimpered as she pushed him even further away, getting up from the couch. “Yoongi, how could you do that to her? How could you do that to me?”

He closed his eyes to compose himself. His throat was dry. All he wanted was a glass of water, but he had to keep talking. He needed to fix things.

"We should break up,” he said, although every part of his body screamed to stop talking. “You deserve so much better.”

She nodded in agreement, but a small part of her wanted him to stay. To crawl onto his knees and tell her that he chose her.... that he loved her more.

“I think you should go,” she said, turning her back towards him.

“I should,” he agreed. He stood up and grabbed his coat from the floor. Yoongi walked towards her slowly. It took every part of himself not to completely collapse on her body and ask for a second chance, but Yoongi knew that he didn’t deserve it. Jieun was too good for him and you were too.

As a last goodbye, Yoongi embraced her from behind and kissed the back of her head. She didn’t have the energy to push him off. Even if she was disgusted with Yoongi, she missed this. Jieun missed thinking that she was the only girl in Yoongi’s world. As she stood there, with her eyes closed, it felt like just a few minutes ago when they weren’t fighting.

Yoongi cried into her shoulder.

“I know it’s selfish that I’m saying this all right now, but I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry. Nothing about what I did was your fault.”

He gulped as he heard her let out a sob.

“I love you, Jieun. I loved you so much when I shouldn’t have.”

The two stood there, clutching each other as if their life depended on it. There was something she couldn’t quite shake off and she needed to know.

“What’s her name?” Jieun asked.

He pulled away sadly and tried to look into her eyes but she avoided contact.

“Why?”

“Just tell me, Yoongi.”

He sighed and let her go hesitantly.

“[Y/N].”

It was the sound of your name that had made Jieun ball up her fists in anger. She collapsed to the floor hugging her knees as she cried into them. There really was no going back was there?

“You told me she was your sister,” she sobbed.

Yoongi crouched next to her and cried onto her back.

“I’m sorry,” he would say repeatedly until the words no longer held any meaning to her.

–

It didn't get easier as the days passed. You thought the blunt piercing in your chest would eventually fade, but three weeks after that conversation and it was still hard to get out of bed in the morning. Just a week before, Big Hit had announced Yoongi and Jieun breaking up from “busy schedules” and “bad timing.” You knew better, though... you just hoped Jieun was the one to break it off, not him.

You sighed deeply to yourself as you picked out clothes to wear later that day. You were finally heading back to work after weeks of paid sick leave, unable to come to work as you recovered from the illness that was Min Yoongi. You desperately needed a cup of coffee, but your parents refused to carry anymore around because they didn’t like the smell of it. I’ll just have to go to a cafe, you thought to yourself.

After getting dressed, you called a cab to the nearest cafe that was within walking distance from your workplace. The eye-bags that haunted your face was still visible, but the taxi driver was kind enough to not point them out.

You ordered your usual and watched as yet another couple sat down at a table, drooling over themselves as they fed each other cute cakes and tiny sandwiches. You scoffed at the lovely pairs that surrounded you. Call it pessimism or bitterness, but you couldn’t stand the sight of couples that resembled your past relationship so much.

“Number 53, number 53,” the worker at the counter called. You made your way to grab your drink until a hand that reached out first got a hold of it before you. The fingers looked familiar and the scent of the person was just too distinct to ignore. You looked up and was met with a masked figure wearing sunglasses.

Jieun.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I thought he said 64,” she said as she pulled her hand away. She hadn’t quite looked at you yet, but when she did, you swore hell froze over. She stared at you blankly and you couldn’t quite decipher what was going on in her mind. The glasses were tinted so black that you couldn’t even see her eyes underneath.

“You’re [Y/N] right?” she asked cautiously, tucking a strand of her hair back.

You nodded as you finally grabbed the drink from the counter. You took a sip from it. Bitter.

“I’m Jieun,” she said softly. “But I think you already know that.”

You could see in her eyes that she wanted to reach out and shake your hand, but it already felt a little too late to do that.

“Yeah,” you replied back curtly not knowing how to continue the conversation.

“Actually, I’m glad I bumped into you,” she said, apprehension laced in her voice. “I wanted to talk... about Yoongi.”

You sighed and checked the time on your watch. It wouldn’t be another hour until your shift started and you felt like you needed to hear what Jieun wanted to say anyways.

“I’m free for a bit.”

She smiled sadly towards you and took off her sunglasses to reveal tired eyes.

Jieun led you a table in the corner of the cafe, hidden by various plants. It was then that she took off her face mask. She looked exhausted, resembling you quite a bit just a few weeks before. She looked at you, searching for a way to start the much-needed conversation.

“[Y/N],” she said hesitantly. “I found out the day after I bumped into you. Yoongi told me everything after I found your ring on him.”

You stared up at her, unable to take a sip out of your coffee. “And?” you asked, more curious than infuriated.

You could tell she was about ready to cry. You wanted to comfort her, truly you did, but maybe it was the bitterness that stopped you from reaching out to her.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N]. I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault.”

You shook your head in understanding.

“I thought it was my fault too, but it’s not. Yoongi dug his own grave, Jieun,” you replied reassuringly.

She chuckled slightly.

“But you know what the crazy thing is?” she asked hesitantly.

“What?”

Jieun took a moment to herself as she stared down at her fingers, fiddling with them nervously.

“I miss him, [Y/N] and I feel like I’m going crazy,” she said shakily. “Every time I see him in real life I can’t help but feel like I need him back in my life. I just... I don’t think I can live without him.”

It seemed that Jieun had grown codependent on Yoongi throughout the months they were together. It was unfortunate, but you could definitely relate to her. You were once like that at one point in your life, choosing to still be with him even though he had another woman.

“You don’t need him as much as you think you do Jieun,” you said, taking her hand from across the table into yours. “Trust me.”

You don’t really know who you were trying to convince. You weren’t even fully over Yoongi yet and here you were, offering advice to the other girl that contributed to your broken heart.

She sighed shakily and shook her head.

“I know it’s stupid. I know I shouldn’t forgive him, but I love him so much,” she said, clenching your hand into hers.

You took out a handkerchief and gave it to Jieun, wiping away her tears with it. Her eye makeup slightly getting smudged.

“You’re a strong girl Jieun,” you said sternly. “And you’ll be so much better off without him.”

She stared up into your eyes and chuckled slightly.

“I hope so. You seem to be doing fine,” she replied.

If she only knew.

–

Four years later...

Your small conversation with Jieun had stuck with you throughout the years, never really escaping your mind. The two of you never saw each other again and to your dismay, Jieun did end up getting back together with Yoongi two years after the incident. They created waves in the Korean media, for weeks their love story was plastered everywhere The first celebrities to admit a reconciliation! The headlines alone made you want to gag.

It was another two years later since your least favorite couple got back together when they announced their happy engagement. You shouldn’t have been angry. In fact, it made you upset that you were even getting worked up over something that happened four years ago. It was still fresh in your memory. The nights Yoongi spent with her, the tears you cried, the youth you had given up for him.

It was hard to admit that deep down inside, you never truly got over Min Yoongi. He’d send you flowers every year on your anniversary date with cards that said “I’m sorry” but he never contacted you at all other than that. He followed through with your wishes to never see him again and you were thankful for that.

Sometimes, when the loneliness was too unbearable, you’d wish he was hurting just as bad as you. You hoped that Jieun was just a distraction and that she never fully replaced the amount of love and acceptance you gave him.

It made your blood boil at the thought of Yoongi enjoying his life on a beautiful penthouse with a gorgeous and naive girlfriend at his side and praise from all of his fans. No one knew about you and no one will ever know. You could never truly forgive Yoongi for what he had taken away from you, but you still propped the flowers up near your window every time he sent them.

You tried to get over him several times and date other people, but the trust issues you carried from your previous relationship were never really resolved. You were never one for one night stands and long term relationships were a hassle too. You were stuck in this in-between area in your life where nothing really felt right and no one ever filled the void that Yoongi left in you.

You were starting to worry that no one ever would.

–

You walked down the streets of Seoul, coming back to visit from Daegu for a college reunion. Everyone was married and couldn’t stop talking about it. You got an old colleague’s phone number that you didn’t plan on calling and everyone asked you about your mysterious ex-boyfriend they never got to meet. Needless to say, you were craving to find a place that served the strongest alcohol.

You found one, neatly tucked away in one of the various city alleyways, playing loud pop music and reruns of old sitcoms on the television. Alone at a table for two, pouring yourself soju until your heart stopped hurting as much as it did and the exhaustion had numbed.

It wasn’t like you hated your life. You traveled frequently with your high-paying job and you lived comfortably by yourself in Daegu. Your friends often told you that you smiled brighter than you did before and your parents stopped worrying about you just as much.

It was just the idea of Jieun wearing a ring that could have been yours... it made you sick to your stomach. It just wasn’t fair. Were you supposed to forgive him? Were you supposed to live the rest of your life never truly trusting him?

No. You were sure you made the right decision then. It’s just, during nights like these, you wondered if the hollow feeling in your heart was from you still loving him or the bitterness that came with leaving such a long term relationship.

“[Y/N]?”

You heard your name in the sea of people around you and it came from someone that you no longer recognized.

“Yoongi,” you slurred, staring directly at the man who walked towards you. Just like Jieun on that day, he had on sunglasses and a face mask. His voice was still the same, but it sounded foreign to you.

“Crazy I ran into you here,” he said awkwardly.

“Yeah.”

It looked like he had something to say and it made you antsy.

“I actually wanted to see you,” he said softly, taking the seat across from you. “I was gonna visit home and drop by your parent’s place.”

“I don’t live there anymore,” you said, grabbing your shot glass and pouring another drink.

“I know. Your friends told me,” he said shyly. “You get the flowers fine, right?”

You stared up at him. Despite his disguise, you could tell he was happy and not the kind that was temporary or disingenuous. He legitimately looked like life had dealt him a lucky hand and that made you chug down the soju much more quickly.

“What did you want to see me for?” you said, signaling to one of the servers to give you another bottle. Third one for the night.

“I wanted to give you this,” he said pulling out a small card from the inside of his coat pocket. It didn’t take a genius to know what it was.

A wedding invitation.

You scoffed quietly and took it in your hand, opening it carefully as to not stain it with alcohol. The colors were minty and showcased a lovely photo of Yoongi and Jieun in front of a tall forest, looking into each other’s eyes longingly. It hurt to admit, but they were in love. You missed when Yoongi looked at you like that.

“I don’t have any ill intentions giving you this,” he started, realizing the sour look on your face. “I want you to come because you were my best friend before you were my girlfriend. You were with me through thick and thin and I’ll forever be grateful for that.”

You couldn’t see his eyes through the sunglasses, but you could tell he was being truthful. It warmed your heart, just a little, but it also made you want to cry. Whenever you imagined a wedding, you had always seen Yoongi and you walking down that aisle together. That it would be your dad that led you to him and that his cute nephew would hand you two the rings. That you would be the one he’d recite his vows to. It’s crazy how this was where you two were now, in a shady pub talking as if you were strangers.

You set the invitation down and pushed the shot glass away from you.

“Yoongi, I don’t want to go,” you said as calmly as you could. It was better to be honest in these situations than regret it later on.

He only nodded back in response, knowing that you’d refuse his offer.

“That’s okay,” he said sadly. “I don’t want to force you. Just know that you’re welcome to come. I want you there and Jieun does too.”

You sighed. Yoongi felt like a different person. Whether it was a character development or him being overly polite, you didn’t like the idea of him being civil.

“Is that all you wanted to talk about?”

He shook his head.

“No,” he replied. “I actually wanted to thank you instead of apologizing this time.”

You tilted your head out of curiosity.

“Thank me? For what?”

If he was going to say thank you for tolerating his unfaithfulness so that he could eventually get married to his mistress, you swore you’d have punched him in the mouth. But he didn’t say that. Because like it or not, Yoongi did change.

“I wanted to thank you for being supportive of me, even when I had nothing,” he said. “And thank you for not forgiving me.”

“Why would you thank me for that?” you asked, slightly tense.

He smiled a bit.

“I needed to be single for a while to figure out what was wrong with me,” he chuckled slightly. “Jieun and I only got back together after I started attending AA meetings. I learned a lot there.”

You nodded your head in understanding, swigging around the soju bottle and wondering why the server had not come back with a new one yet. You had only tolerated him up to that point because you were tipsy, but now that you were sobering up, all you wanted to do was pour a drink over him.

“I’m really sorry for everything,” Yoongi said solemnly.

You glanced at him. It would be okay to lie just a little, right?

“You don’t need to apologize anymore Yoongi,” you said, rolling your eyes slightly. “I got over it pretty quickly.”

You enjoyed the slight look of pain that Yoongi had on him, even through the face mask.

“That’s good [Y/N],” he said. “You deserve way more than what I gave to you.”

You were just about to reply when his phone went off from a call notification. He looked at you apologetically and stood up.

“I have to leave, [Y/N], but call me if you ever need anything.”

Before answering the call, he waited a bit and sighed.

“It’s the least I could do for you,” he said quietly.

Even if you were to ask him to come back, beg to him on the spot that you’d give anything to be with him again, you knew that he’d kindly reject because you knew that Yoongi’s love was long gone by now and even when he was cheating you felt it wane a bit. You scoffed at your own heart breaking as you stared at his walking silhouette.

When Yoongi left, the new soju bottle you requested for finally came. And somehow, as you popped the lid open, you started to cry. The tears in your eyes were enough to fill the shot glass in your hand.

You wished that you could hate him, but your heart wouldn’t let you.... because he was still Yoongi and you were still you.

At one point in your life, that used to be enough.

–

A/N: Finally done! I hope y'all are okay with this ending. I knew that I didn’t want it to be the stereotypical “I’m better without him” because sometimes that’s just not realistic.

I don’t really know what to do after this so please send requests in my ask box I’m dying to write angst. Thank you all for the numerous support, I read all of your comments in the ask box and they always bring a smile to my face! I appreciate it very much <3

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Runaway Omega - Chapter 4

You and Sho sat down with steaming tea, about to drink it in more ways then one.

“So...” it was you that broke the silence.

“If you want to stay, you have to know who the father of my child is, since he might come looking for them if he finds out” you explained. Plus, it’d be super weird to have your roomie’s pup suddenly showing dragon scales.

“I’m telling you this because I trust you, and I expect you to tell no one Sho” I warned, watching him nod his head and keep rabid attention on me.

“So it’s the current dragon prince Bakugo” I confessed, watching his eyes widen, the only indicator of his surprise as he still maintained his poker face.

“After being together for years, he suddenly said that I was beneath him, that I was a distraction to him.” I said, my voice broken at the memory of how my heart broke. At the look on your face, Sho’s jaw tightened.

“You might still not believe this, but I came from the dragon kingdom, I used to be the castle healer.”

Shoto wasn’t aware that the soon to be dragon king was such an asshole. Their kingdom’s aren’t particularly close, so there wasn’t much interaction between them, but Shoto already hated him.

Beneath him ? (Y/n) is a thousand times better then he must be.

“I couldn’t stand to stay there, he was set to be coronated in a few months, and he probably wanted to take the weeds out before he was king, it’s probably why he never marked me or mentioned it; he never intended to.” Your voice hitched. You avoided thinking about this for so long, retelling the tale suddenly opened up a dam of emotion. The betrayal, insecurity, hopelessness you felt after he said those words, when you laid in bed for a few days waiting for him to apologize. The self pity after you saw how sad you are, waiting for a man that rejected you.

He lifted his head, then opened his arms and enveloped you in them.

Surrounded by his strong Alpha scent, potent, yet so virile and comforting, made the dam finally break.

Your shoulders shook as a sob wrecked through you. Crying for wasted years, tears pouring out in memory of the man who consumed your childhood and early adulthood, your first love. The person who you thought, is the one.

He never reciprocated your affections as readily as you gave them to him, but you thought that’s fine, that’s Katsuki, at least he’s trying. He’ll get there one day.

But now here’s Sho, willingly giving all you’ve ever wanted from Bakugo all those years.

Your Omega lifted her head in interest, her head for once not completely filled with thoughts about the pup.

Suddenly, surrounded by his virile Alpha scent and his warm arms, your face flushed crimson, heart picked up speed as you reciprocated his hug.

Then your shoulders shook while a sob wrecked through you. Your emotions flooded and fogged your mind, while a lump settled in your throat, rendering you mute.

You cried and cried, until all your energy was sapped out of you.

When you woke up, you were still in Sho’s arms, still in the sofa. He was awake and silently staring at you.

“Oh, your awake. You passed out for a while there” Sho said nonchalantly.

You gaped at him. Had he not moved from this spot at all?

“You should’ve woken me up” you chided him.

“I didn’t want to” he said.

“Besides, there’s somethings I have to say too”

Oh, right.

He’s probably going to tell you he’s going to leave-

“My name is actually Shoto Todoroki” he declared.

An awkward silence befall you, Sho’s confession hanging in the air.

“Fuck, you’re who ?” Your question cut the silence like a dagger. The Todorokis... he doesn’t mean that he’s actually....

“Shoto Todoroki, third prince of the ice kingdom” he once again repeated, with nonchalance that doesn’t go hand in hand to what he’s just confessed.

“Sho, are you serious ?” You asked him with disbelief painting over your features.

Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Sho holds both of his hands out, palms facing upwards, and suddenly, ice sprouted from his right, and a small flame lit up in his palm.

You might not have believed him otherwise.

You gasped and covered your mouth. The infamous third prince, the only dual wielder of both his parents powers. He is heard of across lands, famous for his raw power and potential.

The Sho that you shared a bed with, the one who carried groceries with you, Sho who couldn’t peel potatoes to save his life... he’s a prince ?

You were suddenly impressed with his humility. He had not shown an ounce of arrogance while with you, even though he came up from such a prestigious background. Certainly contrasts with a certain ash blond who didn’t see how a simple healer such as you would he worth his highness’s time.

God, how did he even end up here ?

“But then, why would you want to stay with me ? “ came out the simple question plaguing your mind. He has such a promising future, yet he chose to stay here and limit himself to this simple and mundane life with you.

He turned his head and stared at the wall with a faraway expression, scrutiny still evident in his eyes, as if searching for the answer himself. His dual coloured irises glinted.

He turned his body to you, and took both of your hands in his and softly squeezed them, looking at them to admire how delicately they fit in his. His thumb softly stroked your soft hands, making your Omega squeal in happiness, and heart squeal at the act of affection, at the fondness residing in his eyes.

“I pondered the answer for a while now...-“ he started, sharp eyes suddenly meeting your own ”-but it must be because of a certain cute Omega who showed me the definition of home”.

“I too, have left home, after years of abuse and neglect, Enji decided to seek redemption, and I was just... so overwhelmed. I didn’t want to stay in that place anymore, to be used for this inherited power for his selfish gains. I can’t trust that he’s truly repentant.” The temperature of the room dropped with his confession. He dropped his head and his hair fell to cover his face, as if shielding him from the world and its grievances.

Your hand reached out and swept the hair away, seeing a beautiful grey arise look up from the floor then to you.

The world somehow intertwined our fates. Two runaways, one a prince and another a healer from a completely different kingdom. One would never expect the two of us to be together, but here we are, sitting in a small living room, locked in an embrace, a curtain covering you guys from the prying eyes of the world and its occupants.

He comforted you, now it was your turn. Although he wasn’t shedding any tears, his downhearted expression spoke in higher volumes then any sob ever could. You and your Omega whimpered at his sadness.

“Sho, do you enjoy living with me ? “ you asked softly.

You fully tuned to face you, and nodded his head earnestly.

“Yes, more then I’ve ever enjoyed anything.”

You smiled at his answer, his eyes soaked in your smile, then his own lips tugged to form one 0f his own. He caressed your cheek, his smile still intact.

“Then Sho, you don’t need to be sad, we have each other. But of course, if you ever decide to venture away, I won’t stop you, I want your happiness just as much as I crave a happiness of my own.” Your smile turned a bit sad at the end, involuntarily. The thought of the stoic yet adorable Alpha leaving you behind made your Omega whine and your heart stutter in displeasure.

You were startled when Sho growled, a frown tugging at his lips.

“I’d never leave you and the pup alone” he chided.

“But Sho, you don’t really owe me anything.”

“I know, but yet I still can never find it in me to leave you, I don’t know why...” he mused, trailing off at the end in confusion.

Maybe you miscalculate how attached he is to you and the pup. The fact that he was there during your pregnancy before you even formed a bump would also make his Alpha slightly protective of you. You decided not to fret it anymore.

“Ok Sho, I’m going to take a shower. Need to unwind from all this drama.”

He nodded and smiled at you. The sight still foreign and as heart fluttering as the first time you saw it. His smile was like a warm fire on a snowy day, soothing to the soul.

...........

You squeezed your shampoo bottle, finding barely anything to lather your hair with. You sighed deciding to make do with what little you have, but your eyes caught sight of Sho’s bottle.

You grabbed his bottle and finished your shower using it, the slightly more masculine and musky scent not deterring you in the slightest.

You finished your shower and wore a fluffy sleeping dress. You smelt so much like Sho, it was soothing. Your pup seemed to be soothed by it too, you can feel it somehow.

You felt so relaxed that your eyelids begun to grow heavy.

Suddenly, you felt a kick.

Sleep was knocked out of the window.

“SHO !”

The heard rapid footsteps pounding the floor until the doorknob was opened and Sho barged in, eyes drinking every corner of the room for threat.

His eyes landed on the corner where your nest lay with your excited body on top. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He glared at you, making your stomach drop.

“Sho the pup kicked.”

The glare was wiped straight away.

“Really ?!”

“Yeah, it was right there” you said while pointing to the side of your bump where you felt the kick. You were 7 months in, so it was kinda expected. Time passes so fast.

Sho rushed over and put his hand where you pointed, and jumped when he felt a kick.

Shoto was overcome was so much happiness, he let out a purr. Shoto was confused by his own immeasurable contentment, the pup wasn’t really his, it was yours, so why did he already feel like that pup was a part of him ?

You returned the purr with one of your own, your happiness leaking into your eyes. Your little pup is kicking.

Suddenly, Sho got close and sniffed.

“You smell like me” he surmised. He seemed somewhat pleased, if you’re reading his stoic expression right. He got closer and rubbed his neck against your scent gland.

“Now you really do”

You blushed at his bold actions.

“Sho, umm, while you are here, can you scent some things for me ?” You said while holding a fluffy plushy to him. You felt shy asking something so intimate, but you wanted to have his scent in your nest for a while now. It made you feel safe.

He grabbed it from you and rubbed it against his scent gland, soaking it in his scent. He seemed like he was in a daze, walking on clouds. Sho did feel that way.

There you were, wearing a sleeping dress with a cute sleepy look laying somewhere underneath the excitement. With a bump that would make any Alpha or Beta leap in happiness, sitting there on your nest asking him to scent things.

You can’t really blame Sho for what he’s tempted to do. You were there, looking as ripe as an apple, begging to be plucked from the tree.

Sho inched closer to you, then pushed you back on your nest. Your supine form was towered over by Shoto’s while he inched closer and closer to you. You could feel his breath intermingling with yours.

Then he pushed forward, capturing your lips with his own, holding you captive against his charm. Your nose was overwhelmed with his scent, your ears filled with the sounds made by the harmony of your lips. At this moment, there was no other man in the world then Shoto. His lips were so soft, so passionate.

His hands buried in your hair, and your own found themselves in a similar predicament. You wondered why you didn’t do this before.

Then you remembered why and tensed up.

You pushed Sho away, breathing heavily, your lips a redder shade of rouge then normal, but to Shoto’s eyes, it seemed more like rubies glistening. Beginning the dragon to hoard it.

And Shoto did plan on making you his treasure.

Although, Sho reacted purely on instincts, he didn’t think this far.

“(Y/n) tell me, what does it mean when my heart beats faster around you, when I turn hot whenever you show me affection, when the world seems brighter when I see you smile.” Shoto said, taking your hand and placing it against his pounding heart. It might’ve sounded like it came straight out of a theatre, but it’s how Shoto felt. He didn’t find any other way to communicate the reason for his kissing you other then describing his unadulterated feelings. He felt suspicious of you, but was so enamored when he discovered the purity of your soul, untainted with the greed that seemed to consume everyone around him. When he saw the little habits you exhibited, when he became addicted to your smile, your happiness being his. Shoto couldn’t blame it on spice and weather anymore, eventually.

“Well...based on your symptoms, I diagnose you with love Sho” you boldly replied, and to your amusement, the male solemnly nodded, as if he was diagnosed with a fatal illness.

“I see” he replied. Your heart however palpitated in surprise when he suddenly gave you a peck.

“Will the reason for my ailment take responsibility?”

That made you pause. 7 months ago, you were with an Alpha that you knew for most of your life and thought you’d be mated to someday. But now, it seems as if you are narrating a tale from long, long ago. But truly it was 7 months. And somehow, narrating the tale makes it sound so unattached to you, something that you would be stupid to let hold you back.

“I guess I have no choice” you smiled at him, then pulled him in for another kiss.

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kirstinmaldonado · 4 years

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CHAPTER TEN 2.0

I had a horrible migraine Monday night. It was one of those that you feel after holding back tears all day, or letting it out all day, it was centered right in-between the eyes on the upper bridge of my nose. My eyes sweltered under discomfort. The icepacks or a cool touch to the head, something my mom would always do (she always has cold hands), couldn’t even console me. I didn’t feel feverish at all, but the pain was sharp and pulsating like a nervous heartbeat, over and over, until I couldn’t concentrate on TV or anything anymore I just had to go to bed and hope I could fall asleep.

I rarely get those kinds of headaches, that placement and severity. I’m usually fortunate to pass with dull, achey, temple headaches; and even my hangovers are never so pointed and jab-like.

My mom on the other hand, has dealt with migraines for years. I remember her pain as a kid, waking up in the morning wondering where she was, only to find her in the dark in her room, barely able to speak sometimes. I was always so sad to see her in such anguish, all alone in the dark. Silent. Still. While her head throbbed as if a brass band was playing “The Music Man” at too loud a decibel.

We watched a lot of horror films, my mom and I. In contrast to all the Disney films, I grew up on Jeepers Creepers, Scream, Final Destination and all the Freddy, Jason, true horror classics (yes, and all seven billion of their sequels). When she would be in bed, in the dark, we’d joke that she was a vampire needing her rest and that she needed to stay in the dark unbothered, and that lightheartedness to the situation made us smile and contented us.

Monday, Ben asked if migraines ran in my family, and though I told him about my mother’s constant battle with them the last couple years I was hoping mine felt more situational as opposed to genetic. Fingers crossed on that, and kudos to mom and those who get migraines for sticking it out cause they can be a big B-I-T-C-H.

I say situational, because it’s been A WEEK to say the least, with big things and confrontations happening in the public eye and in my own private life. The last two weeks have been incredibly eye-opening, painful, uncomfortable, moving, you name it. An entire rainbow of emotions (Happy Pride, by the way, cuties, I haven’t forgotten about you all).

I feel as if I’ve transformed into a new person with big, wide, new eyes, shedding some old skin that felt a little naive and a little out of touch with how the world, not should work, but how it’s REALLY been working. I’ve been talking to my black friends and fans, talking to my Hispanic family and hearing their stories, and talking amongst my friends and respected mentors. I’ve been doing some soul-searching and digging through memories of my own cop experiences (one, for example, at 17 with two white males [we were pulled over and eventually surrounded by 4 armed cop cars that got us out of the car, surrounded us, and wouldn’t tell us why] and wondering but knowing how that situation could have been if they were black), my jokes of being white-washed or assimilating in to white culture and not focusing on my own, and me coloring my hair blonde and wearing colored contacts not MY brown eyes for so much of my life and wondering what the intention of it all was for. Was it genuine or was I doing it to fit in, did I think it made me prettier, or more likable? Did I think or know that it would get me roles, because many ingenues or leading ladies at the time didn’t look like me?

At a point, at multiple points, all the things I’d uncover or watch in recent news had my stomach hard and in knots. Every new clip made me feel like I wanted to throw up, but I couldn’t stop now that I had SEEN.

I was confused. Hurt. Believing what I’d seen, but needing other facts as if I was missing something completely because it all did not make sense to me. How COULD it?

I apologize for all the reposts and rants, but I hope it’s stayed in line with being something you should SEE, regardless of if its uncomfortable or not, so that you KNOW what is happening, while also trying to call action to addressing the issue but moving FORWARD towards a solution. I don’t want violence on my page. But now it’s hard to turn a blind eye.

The organized BLM LA protest on May 30th changed my life. After the speeches, we wanted to continue marching, moving, using our freedom of speech and combining our white, brown, black, and all colors in-between of voices so that we could be ONE VOICE UNITED to be HEARD.

I don’t think I went to the front lines because I was white-passing and felt safer, or because I was a woman so could be “less a threat.” I went because my black allies, who I didn’t even know, asked us to because the front was starting to get unnecessarily violent. I went because I had done nothing wrong and planned on doing nothing wrong. I went, in a way, to be an innocent. Because if I was in the front with no bad intention, the people beside and behind me would be okay.

As we walked through the crowds, their hands on my shoulders, their thanks, flared something visceral deep inside of me and I knew I was here to protect and mediate, and in a way, fighting against hate in whatever form as if I was a newborn Avenger. Someone cried out “I love this, this is what this movement is for!” and that has stayed with me as so many lighter-skinned protesters made their way to the front. Because that IS what this is for. Not to divide, but to unite to fight for justice against those that have unnecessarily been wronged.

I’ll never forget one black man that my friends and I urged to stay back beside us in the lines that had pushed to the front. He was angry. Upset. Hurt. Defiled. I’d never understood the pain the black community felt. But as we tried to reassure him, block him from the batons (from THAT COP), bring him back to the safety of the group, when I was hit in the ribs and the face as collateral because he would have been hit so much worse, the last thing he said as we pulled him back was “I want them to hear me.” And suddenly I felt holding him and consoling him was wrong, like I was a part of stealing his voice from him even though all I wanted was to keep him safe. Suddenly I felt so upset, so angry; although, of course, I’ll never even know HALF of that feeling as a non-black person who, to my knowledge, has never been treated differently for their identity.

I’ll never forget the way he said it. With so much hurt and pain, the anger fading in to just pure anguish and loss.

I felt like I’d silenced someone, so all I could do was get back to the front. It was my turn to be silent and let their voices carry behind me.

I’m sure you’ve seen the video going around, the stillness before the cops were ordered presumably to push the line back. While I can have a whole blog post of levels and steps they could have taken before the cop bashed through my canvas sign with his baton, you can look at the video and see for yourself. People getting hit because they were at the front, with no provocation. The man striking me with a baton, honestly probably because I had said openly to watch out for him, because he was showing a LOT of premature violence, because of how quickly he went after the man we were protecting; yet then only pushing the white girl next to me with his hand, even though she unfortunately was struck multiple times from another officer.

All awful!! All taken a step too far. I’ve never been more in shock. Ben was trying to pull me off the floor so I wouldn’t get stepped on. Our friends were hit by rubber bullets. Our other friends on another street running from tear gas.

The tear gas, the rubber bullets, the bruises and the ache have *I PRAY* started to leave Los Angeles as all the protests have started to become more peaceful and more organized. Since, I’ve been to three and they were all just, beautiful, and moving, each one getting better and bigger as the week went on. I carry a sense of pride and love seeing the aerial footage of all the people Sunday, and I think back to what my May 30 experience was compared to June 7th. I heard it was the largest protest yet. And while I felt like a sardine in a can, it was so packed, it was beautiful and it’s a memory I’ll hold forever!

I sidebar to say, I may no longer be cheering at the literal protesting frontlines with you for a while — I must return to Texas soon for family so must safely quarantine — but know the fight for equality, for justice has not ended just because it’s not trending anymore! I think I’m gonna have to shackle myself to my house so I won’t leave, haha, but know there is so much you can be doing from your home! As my grandma said, after the protests which are the catalysts and the calls for change the REAL reformative work begins!! And the road is long!

The most important thing, in my humble opinion, is to show up. To not be afraid. To ask the questions. To educate yourself through your friends with their experiences or through history.

Humbly, you must think, but what even can I do to help?

Showing up isn’t JUST protesting. It’s signing petitions. Donating to charities. It’s calling local reps. It’s doing the research and thinking, what can I do to lend my voice to help create a better world for all and doing it authentically if even imperfectly because deep down you also want to right these injustices and demand change! Do it in public. Do it in private. But do it because you believe in it!

I know everything feels a bit dark and overwhelming right now! The amount of times I’ve needed a “break” and then wanted to cry because my black friends and fans don’t get the opportunity to take “breaks” is countless. But your mental health is important for you to be the strongest ally you can be!

And if you’re afraid of backlash, understand that many are hurt. I know many feel nervous to speak up in a damned if I do, damned if I don’t kind of way. But EACH of your voices are, and have always been so, so important. And each and every one of you have an important say and CHOICE/VOTE in to where we lead our country!

Someone told me this week that although sunflowers follow the sun, when it is cloudy and dark, they turn to face each other and share their energy!

I don’t know if that’s a million percent scientifically accurate, but the sentiment brought me to tears. In times of darkness, we should all be able to lean on each other for support.

We can all be sunflowers in the dark. <3

Love you all.

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jbbarnesnnoble · 4 years

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An Ocean Between Us

Summary: Bucky feels you pulling away from him and your relationship reaches a turning point.

Features/Warnings: Angst. Smut. Mentions of emotional cheating, happy ending

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Request: “ hiya there! would you mind writing a fic where Bucky can feel you falling out of love with him ? maybe you start becoming more secretive and distant with him and closer to another guy? (the ending is all up to you tho 😊)”

Notes: I wanted to go one way, but went another. I couldn’t leave it with an unhappy ending.

Word Count: 1602

He wasn’t sure where things went wrong. Maybe he should have said “I love you” more. Maybe he should’ve listened, really listened when you spoke. Paid more attention to what was in front of him. He was losing you, of that he was sure. He wasn’t sure if he had lost you for good. Nights spent showing you how much he loved you had turned into you going to bed with the other side of the bed cold.

Now he was the one going to bed with the other side cold and empty. You’d been staying up late working. You had a big project you needed to finish. It was time you were spending with Cory. Cory. Bucky hated the sound of that name. It was what had set off the latest fight. He felt jealousy rearing it’s head. He had never been a jealous person, but you brought it out in him. He couldn’t help but compare himself. Cory had a normal job. Cory didn’t have the baggage he did. Cory could give you the world. Bucky couldn’t be what you needed, rather, what he thought you needed.

Your heart ached. You understood Bucky’s job was unconventional. You knew there would be time apart. Cory was there. You hadn’t cheated, not physically. But you couldn’t deny that you were giving your affection elsewhere. Emotional cheating was still cheating. Guilt weighed on you. You knew you were acting suspicious. Sooner or later, it wouldn’t be Bucky you’d have to worry about but Natasha or Steve. Both of them were protective of Bucky. You didn’t want to feel the wrath of Black Widow and Captain America. You knew you’d have to make a decision.

Cory was safe. Cory was routine, knowing you could wake up, have coffee together. Cory was knowing you’d go to bed knowing he was safe. Bucky was uncertainty. Bucky was worry. Bucky was the love of your life that you felt yourself pulling away from with no idea how to stop. Bucky was nights full of love when he was there. Mornings of waking up to kisses, to making breakfast together, and making a mess of the kitchen. He was everything you ever wanted. But lately, your head was in conflict with your heart. What do you do when your head says safety but your heart says screw that? When your head says leave but your heart says stay.

You loved Bucky with every part of you. You were at war with yourself, not wanting to let go, but wondering if it was for the best, for both of you.

Bucky loved you with every part of himself. He didn’t want to let you go, but he knew you were pulling away. He couldn’t find it in himself to blame you.

You walked into your shared bedroom close to midnight, exhaustion showing on your face. Your shoulders slumped forwards as you got ready for bed, lost in thought. You sat on the edge of the bed, as if you were trying to decide if you wanted to get in it. Bucky sat up, moving to sit beside you.

“What happened to us, Buck?” you asked, your voice cutting through the silence. Tears slid down your cheeks silently as you risked a glance toward him.

“I don’t know. I don’t know doll,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. You curled toward his chest, letting out a loud sob. You felt guilty. Guilty for pulling away. Guilty for burying your issues instead of talking about them like an adult, for finding solace in another. You weren’t oblivious to how Cory had looked at you from the day he started working with you. Like a shark in the water, looking for easy prey. And god, were you easy prey, fresh off a fight with Bucky about a mission he’d volunteered to go on after promising you he wouldn’t. In the end, it had been the right call considering he had spotted a tripwire Sam had almost missed in a rush to get out, but in the moment, you had been furious with him.

You loved Bucky. You saw a future with him. But you couldn’t deny that you had been pulling away. That you had been hurting him far worse than any bullet or knife ever could.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you told him, your voice barely more than a whisper. He shushed you quietly as he held you, kissing the top of your head, before pulling you on his lap fully. You relaxed in his arms. You felt his tears hit your cheek as he rocked you back and forth. No words passed between the two of you. A pang of anxiety ripped through you at the thought of it being the end. You would let him go if it meant he would be happy, if it meant you were no longer hurting him.

You fell asleep clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping you tethered. The morning arrived to find you tangled together, like you used to before things changed. You let yourself soak in the moment, knowing it could be the last time you wake up in Bucky’s arms. He was awake already when you opened your eyes.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said, his voice soft. You gave him a small smile.

“Morning, sarge,” you replied, bringing a genuine smile to his face. You weren’t expecting the kiss. You forgot the last time you’d kissed him, really kissed him. It was like gasoline being poured on a dying fire, an explosion of emotion poured into one kiss. Regret. Happiness. Sorrow. Love. Anger. All mixed into one kiss. It started slow before Bucky moved with urgency, pulling your shirt over your head, the only time the kiss broke. A tangle of limbs as clothing was shed.

Bucky wasted no time once he was between your legs. You weren’t surprised to find that you were already soaked. It had been so long since you and Bucky had sex.

“I’ll make it up to you later,” Bucky said as he thrust his cock into your pussy. You moaned at the feeling, delighting in the stretch that came with having gone so long without him. You pulled him close, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him deeper as he captured your lips in another kiss. You weren’t sure if this was goodbye or hello. In the moment you didn’t care, you just didn’t want it to end.

Bucky slid a hand between the two of you, finding your clit with a practiced ease. You arched off the bed at the contact. It wasn’t long before he pulled you over the edge. He followed shortly after, spilling into you. He flipped you to have you lay on top of him in the afterglow.

“We still need to talk,” you said. He chuckled.

“Doll, we can talk later, for now, let’s enjoy the moment,” he said, running a hand down your back. You hummed contently.

It was well past noon when the two of you dragged yourselves to shower and dress. Sitting in the living room of your apartment in the light of day made it more anxiety-inducing.

“I don’t...I don’t want to lose you,” you said.

“I don’t want to lose you either. But doll, I have to say, I feel like I already lost you,” he said. You nodded.

“I know...I know. It...it spiraled. We were fighting more. That mission you went on, where you volunteered to go in place of Wanda because you thought something was off and it turned out there was, that it was a trap to try to take Wanda,” you explained. He nodded as he listened to you speak.

“Go on, doll, I’m listening,” he said, encouraging you to continue.

“Cory started at work that week. And I was so angry. I vented to him at lunch. Like I used to with Grace before she moved on to a new job. Instead of reassuring me...Cory...Cory asked why I was with you. I told him I loved you. That I’d follow you to the ends of the earth if it meant I’d have you in my life. He scoffed at that. Said I was stupid for believing you’d ever do the same. He saw someone who was at a low point and swooped in,” you said. You couldn’t read his expression and that worried you. You sighed before you continued.

“I never...I never slept with him. I would never do that to you, James. Ever. He just...he’d listen. He’d tell me I could do better. He got in my head. I know it was never fair to you. That it was wrong. If I could take it back, I would. But I can’t,” you said. You didn’t often call Bucky by his first name. It was reserved for soft, quiet moments before facing the world. For moments of seriousness, moments of vulnerability. Moments like this.

“I don’t want to give up on us, doll. Not if I can help it,” he said. You felt the tears prickle at your eyes once more as you nodded.

“A fresh start?” you asked. He nodded.

“A fresh start,” he agreed. It wouldn’t be easy, but you had faith that it would work out. You both did. He pulled you up, first into a hug, then into a kiss, before pulling you into a dance with no music playing. You let your head rest against his chest, feeling like things would be okay for the first time in a long time.

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fallinnflower · 4 years

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for(n)ever

johnny x reader (angst, non-idol!au)

Johnny Suh has loved you since you were ten years old. He had unintentionally gotten gum in your hair, at which point you’d both been sent to the principal’s office. Johnny got in trouble with the school, but the real punishment to him seemed to be seeing you try not to cry.

He later learned you were so upset because you’d been growing your hair out to donate it. If he felt bad before, he felt truly awful after.

He spent the rest of that year trying to make it up to you, even though you clearly didn’t hold a grudge about it. Sure, sometimes you’d playfully lean away from him when he was chewing gum while talking or laughing, but it was never with bad intentions. Johnny grew his own hair out that summer and the two of you made your hair donations on the same day.

He wouldn’t have said he loved you then, though he definitely had a crush on you. It was the type of thing he talked his mom’s ear off about, just going on and on about how you did this or that — but even with his mother’s prodding, he couldn’t seem to work up the courage to ask you out. The thing is, you didn’t date much at all, so he never really felt the pressure was on.

Until you met Jun.

Jun transferred into school while you were all awkward, gangly preteens. He was a nice guy, smart, and played basketball with Johnny. Despite all these things, Johnny kind of hated him — because you had the biggest crush on Jun, and you wanted Johnny’s help with it. He should’ve known better, really, because of course you’d ask Johnny for help with something like this; you’d never been quite as social as he was, and Johnny would do anything for you. He’s not sure you realized the true extent of that second fact, but you knew enough to ask for favors at times like this.

So that was how Johnny became your wingman. His friends all told him it was the dumbest thing he could possibly do, and that was pretty much true. There wasn’t much worse he could do than break his own heart — though seeing you sad would’ve had a similar affect on him, so he just chose the option where at least one of you could be happy. So Johnny got to watch you grow up beside him, becoming more and more beautiful, all while you chased after Jun and Johnny lagged behind, with you wedged in the middle of the race without even knowing there was a third runner participating in your walk of life.

The thing was, Jun didn’t like you like that. Johnny knew it from the start, because they had bonded one night over beer and a chat about their one-sided love for their best friends. The difference being that Jun’s was all the way back in China, and Johnny walked his home almost every single day.

It was ironic. But things worked out or Jun — his friend came to Korea for university, and the two reconnected and soon started a relationship.

You always tell Johnny you’re happy for Jun, content with just the friendship you now share with him, but the way you react to receiving their wedding invitation is enough to prove Johnny’s suspicions.

“Johnny,” you whine into the phone. He had only just gotten his own mail, toeing his shoes off in the doorway of his apartment when you called. He frowns at the sound of your voice.

“Are you drunk, Y/N?”

“No,” you drawl, and Johnny starts shuffling through his mail. A particularly elegant envelope catches his eye, and he knows what it is without even opening it.

“Did you get one too?” He asks, tone soft. There’s silence on your end for a long time.

“I thought I had a chance,” you hiccup. Johnny runs a hand through his hair and looks back at the door. Your place is a fifteen minute walk away—

“I’ll be there soon, okay?” He replies, already moving to put his shoes back on. His whole body protests, aching and exhausted and hungry from work, but he finds himself exiting the apartment anyways.

You’re half-asleep by the time he arrives, so he simply guides you to the bathroom and combs your hair out for you while you half-heartedly brush your teeth.

You fall asleep holding him around the middle, and he’s pretty sure all the sudden butterflies taking flight at once makes his heart shatter.

It’s no surprise to anyone that the two of you show up to the wedding together. It’s a surprise to some that it’s just a carpool situation, though. Somehow, despite being the groom and therefore exceedingly busy, Jun finds the time to prod at Johnny about the lack of relationship, to which Johnny can only laugh and shrug as always.

“At least it’s worked out for one of us,” he replies. Jun’s smile is so bright it seems to actually blind Johnny for a moment.

“Yeah,” he says, and Johnny is sure if he were to look in a dictionary the expression Jun is making now would be used as the example for the word bliss.

Johnny notices how you avoid looking directly at the bride or groom during the ceremony, gaze always off to the side or up just enough that you don’t have to see their faces. He had taken your hand the moment the bride started walking down the aisle, but your fingers remained limp in his grasp.

You cry during the vows. Johnny hands you his handkerchief and otherwise pretends, for your sake, that he doesn’t even notice.

The two of you walk to the reception hall together.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asks. You look extremely pale, your posture stiff, but you nod.

“Yeah,” you say. “Might as well get some free cake out of this, right?” Your gaze is trained straight ahead, but Johnny’s eyes are on you, looking for any signal from you to run.

There is none. So he simply offers you his arm, and leads you into the venue.

Johnny finds you out on the balcony after the couples’ first dance, and he offers you a glass of champagne. You smile at him, the evidence of tears still in your eyes, but he doesn’t comment on it. The two of you lean against the balcony side by side, shoulders brushing, looking out over the garden. A breeze blows by, and Johnny doesn’t think twice before slipping his blazer off and draping it over your shoulders. The smile you offer is grateful, but still watery. Although you look very troubled, it still takes you a few sips of champagne to let out a sigh and start speaking.

“Why’d we come again?” You ask. Johnny can’t stand the defeated posture you’re in, and so he does what Taeyong is always telling him not to — tries to joke.

“To stick it to our old classmates, remember?” He nudges you playfully, but all he gets is a half-hearted chuckle as you stare into the flute of champagne. With his blazer over your slumped shoulders you appear even smaller, like the whole event has transported you back to high school where all the pain started. Suddenly, very much like your high school selfi, you throw back the entirety of the champagne and then sigh, slumping against the railing. Johnny opens his mouth to tease you for drinking it improperly, but you beat him to the punch,

“I think I’ll just stay single forever,” you say, both wistful and miserable. Johnny looks at your face in the moonlight and feels his stomach twist.

“You won’t.” You scoff at that, though you still don’t look at Johnny. He wonders if you even feel his gaze on you, or if you’re just ignoring it like any other subtle, romantic advance made by him over the years.

“I will,” you retort, voice firmer, almost angry. “I wasted so much time on him... nobody would even wanna date me, anyways, let alone marry me.”

“I’d marry you,” he says, softly. He turns to look at you, your eyes blown wide, and smiles, “In a heartbeat.”

Your answer is obvious even before he hears it, but he’s always willing to wait. So, he stays at your side, watching the emotions play across your face as you search his expression and find no hint of falsehood.

“Oh, Johnny,” you breathe, and his heart breaks. He always had a feeling, but nothing compares to hearing it admitted aloud. Your lower lip is trembling, and as he watches you bite it he forces a laugh and ruffles your hair gently.

“I’m kidding,” the lie feels as though it’s cut him right down the middle and exposed his heart to you, but it doesn’t matter. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest as you begin to cry again, resting his chin atop your head.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. There’s someone out there for you, better than me, so don’t settle. Alright?”

You nod, and he expects it to hurt, but all he feels is an emptiness where there was pain a second ago. After a moment, he holds you away from him and brushes the tears off your cheeks before ushering you back into the party. As you fade back into the crowd, Johnny turns to look out over the balcony, holding the cold stone railing with white-knuckled hands. His whole body is shaking, and he feels inexplicably cold without you beside him. A cloud drifts across the moon, shrouding him in darkness as the only tear he sheds for the night slips down his nose and falls between his hands. Without so much as a deep breath, he turns and walks, smiling, back into the party himself.

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dsmroleplay · 4 years

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#ComingHome #DSM #RoswellNM #RP Part 2

Written by: @RoswellAlec @RoswellBadboy @TridentsPen

Jesse: -Jesse had his suspicions about Michael Guerin, Max, and Isobel Evans just because it's not every day three children are found wandering around not knowing any type of language. But with Guerin, Jesse wanted something to be horribly wrong with him so he could show his son once and for all that he was no good. He'd kept tabs on Alex and was furious to get feedback that he was spending time with Guerin. So Jesse called in five of his guys leaving his other son out of this for now. He ordered the guys to pretend to kidnap Alex to draw out Guerin, he'd have them contact Guerin and have him meet up out in the desert away from everyone and Jesse would be surveilling the scene. Yes, he was using his son for bait but he had a job to do and he wanted his son free of that guy forever. Killing two birds with one stone. Sending them out with orders to just rough up Alex a little but not hurt him they left to go track down their commanders son.-

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Alex - Alex always covered his tracks when he going over to see @RoswellBadboy at his trailer. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with Michael but he wasn't ever going to put Michael in danger In case his father being who he was watching. My father never liked Michael when he found us together the first time in the boat shed. Never knowing what was his real problem was over the years with Michael. Was that he hated that his son was being Gay. Or was it the real issue was Michael. No matter what is issues he had with Michael. I was going to protect him, Isobel and Max especially now that I know what I know because of what Michael that showed me recently. With this, my precautions were through the roof now.

When I was going to Michael's when Alex was driving over to Michael. His cellphone was ringing when he pulled his his truck over to stop. When he looks at the caller I.D. Seeing his father name coming up. He wasn't going to answer this call because he knew he could be trace exactly where he was. Or possible the direction he was heading. He declines the call and switching off his cellphone. Looking around to see where exactly he was. He stopped off in the distance around five miles away from Michael place. He knew he needed to stop himself from being traced. To stop him being tracked. Knowing he could be traced with being in Roswell there where many places you could hide a cellphone with the land here. When he got outhis truck. Knowing he had some tools in the trunk.

Opening up his trunk to pick up a shovel. Walking over the nearby ditch carrying the shovel. He knew then he was going to making himself a hiding place for his cellphone. Then he started to dig. Using the shovelling to remove some of the soft sands. Just big enough to hide his cellphone from time to time. Wrapping his cellphone in a clear bag to protected before dropping out his cellphone into the dirt. Covering the cellphone with the soft sand he had already removed. Levelling it out. There were a few Rocks he placed to show him when his cellphone was buried. Knowing this was going to be a temporary hideout. Until he could work something out later. Picking up the shovel to walk back over the truck. Throwing the shovel back in the truck.

To get in the truck himself to drive over to Michael. This wasn't a date or anything. He just wanted to talk Michael over a few things running through his head. Plus getting to see him was a good excuse too. Alex stopped at the nearby coffee shop picking up two coffees and some bacon butty. When he made some small talk with the waitress. When he waited for the food and drinks to be prepared. He grins and paid for the foods and that. Before heading out to get back in his truck to may his way over to Michael. Wasn't too long until he pulled at Michael’s, hoping he would be in. He stopped his truck getting out carrying breakfast and coffees. Banging on his trailer door. ”Guerin are you in”

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Michael - -Michael had worked all day on an old chevy that was brought in. It needed a new transmission, he'd been honest with the guy a new transmission would cost more than the old car he was driving but they'd talked and he was passionate about the car so Michael had told him to give a bit see if he could track a used transmission somewhere or possibly rebuild this one. So he'd finally gotten it out and secured with the hoist then wheeled it over to a workbench so he could tear it down.

Losing track of time because fixing things calmed him down made the world more bearable. He'd just got it all taken a part and was drinking a beer when he heard the vehicle pull up. Thinking it was Max he went over to the workshops frig and pulled another beer out and then walked out to go meet him. But it wasn't Max it was Alex and he couldn't help but smile. He didn't say anything yet he just watched him called out for him. He never got tired of watching Alex, he did this thing with his mouth when he got agitated. Clears his throat loudly, breaking into a huge smile. Holding the beers he just stared, covered in grease and sweat in an old shirt and blue jeans he laughed.- Sound like you miss me.

::::::::::::::::::::::: Jesse - -Jesse knew that Alex was smart, he was his son after all but he doubted that Alex knew the links he’d go too. Satellite imaging now days pretty much took the battle to another level and the tracker on his vehicle just confirmed what he already knew. It made him sick to his stomach knowing Guerin had his hands on his son. He was going to dissect his ass piece by piece while he was still breathing. The five guys he’d put on this hung back till the right time came along.-

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Alex: Alex wanted to just jump into his arms and kiss him. Because he was right. I had been missing him. This isn't the time for being all emotion wreck even when he was standings all there in his blue shirt covered in grease. Geeez this guy knows how to play on my heartstrings with him. ” What makes you think that? Maybe I was in the neighborhood and needed to talk to about something. With a playful smirk came over his face. Shall we go inside? Come on Guerin what are you waiting for. Your breakfast is getting cold?

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Michael: -Grins.- Neighborhood huh? Like are you going to visit the rattlesnakes or maybe the coyotes? -Closing the distance, taking a chance he leans in to kiss him. There was nobody around for miles so hopefully he wouldn't bulk.-

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Alex: - He gives him a Playful grin- yeah, I heard there a hot mechanic that lives around here. I'm not exactly sure where he stay so I was passing by. So I thought if you weren't busy. You might want a bite to eat. I hear coyotes are supposed to taste like Chicken. If you want to go to Hunting sometime. -he grins- are we seriously going to taste each other like this? -Stepping towards him. *Kissing him out in the opening forgetting at that moment where he was*

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Michael: In the neighborhood huh? Isn't anything in miles around here but if that's your story. Closing the distance he leaned in and kissed his lips before opening the trailer door for Alex. He could just be content to look at him for hours, he'd missed him so damn much when he'd taken off for war.- :::::::::::::::::: Alex: He couldn't wipe the grin from his face when he saw him. Being all rough and ready.

Yeah, I was in the neighbourhood when I was driving this way.

He laughed.

What can I say you're very memorable Guerin? You have me running all the way out here to see you and maybe get a kiss or two. Come on breakfast is getting cold I hope you are hungry?

-He wiggled his eyebrows at you. Walking straight into his trailer. He looked back watching you coming in with him. -

Remember to close the close Guerin. :::::::::::::::: Mchael: Bossy airman. Give you a little power and you become the supreme leader. :::::::::: Jesse: -Manes thugs sat back with a telescopic lenses watching the scene play out. They'd wait till Alec left Michael's to grab him so they could control the location and events that were able to go down. They also needed to make sure they were away from any prying eyes because who knew what capabilities he had and even if Jesse hated Michael he'd never put innocent civilians at risk if at all possible.- ::::::::::::::: Alex: -Alex laughed at Michael coming into the trailer. Closing the door behind him. - Sorry baby just old habits, I knew it that my uniform turns you on. - Putting their breakfast down on the table. Alex went to Michael to embrace Him with a passionately kiss. Because he wanted to be with him again since he hadn't seen him in a few days. His heart in his chest was beating so fast against his body. This guy meant everything to him. He was his world and deep down he wanted to make a real commitment to him. Build a life with him no hidden agendas. No running away just them in there love nest. Breaking his kiss. - Babe, I want to ask you something. -He felt nervous with his hands and face beginning to sweat. Wiping down his hands on his trousers to dry them. - ::::::::::::: Michael: -Kissed senseless he stood dazed and glazed over look at Alex. Blinks with a smile.- Umm sure ask away. :::::::::: Alex: Taking his hands in one of mine. Looking into his eyes.

You know you mean the world to me Michael. I want you to know how much I’m in love with you. As I'm standing here. When I think about you, I know that no one else will ever hold my heart the way you do.

When I look your eyes, I can see a reflection of the two of us and the life I hope we'll share.

I know my life will never be complete without you beside me to share it.

-Taking out a small box from his pocket. Opening it and present it to you. -

Will, you wear this ring as I promise you, no one will work harder to make you happy or cherish you more than me. I love you, Michael. *Alex bites his bottom lip wondering what he was going to say* ::::::::::::: Michael: -Michael watched Alex, looked down at his hands holding his own. They'd went back and forth a lot, hell Alex hadn't even wanted to be his boyfriend not long ago. Michael got it, Alex had a family that even though may not approve meant everything to Alex. Not really having much of a family, sure Max and Isobel loved him but they were out in their own family of two which he didn't quite fit into. So when he heard the words he was stunned a minute, eyes widened. He loved and he wanted this but Alex had a hard time with his father's disapproval.- I want to say yes but I'm worried when your Dad finds out he's going to go from seething to nuts. Alex I worry about what he'd do to you. I don't want you hurt. ::::::::::::::: Alex: Alex nodded at Michael, closing the box between his fingers with Michael words registered in his brain. He knew deep down Michael had questions over his actions. This may have been just out the blue for him. This was his way he had finally grown up, wanted him and was going to put Michael first in his life for once. He didn't care for once what his father might do. Even if he had his own doubts over his father actions over their relationship. This was huge for Alex. He mumbled ” I understand. You know he will need to accept you in my life on this day Or the next because I'm not going to give up on us. I'll even just match out of here. Being the Perfect soldier and go and have it out with him. Please don't worry. :::::::::::::: Michael: -Michael covered Alex's hand container the wedding band in its box.- I love you, yes I want to marry you Alex. Just want to make sure you're really ready for this and won't take off if Jesse turns up the heat. I don't blame you and I'm not doubting you. I just want you to know that I love you regardless. And I got your best interests at heart. :::::::::::::::::::: Alex: -Rubbing his thumb over Michael's hand. Looking up to Michael. - you really do? How many times do I need to repeat myself to you. I'm done running away. I'm staying this time. I'm ready to stand up to my father for once, you, me and us. Everything I want is in this trailer right now. I've hurted us too many times in the past and I won't hurt us anymore. [cupping his hand putting the box into Michael's hand] How about I leave this box with you. And I'll come back and out this ring on you. When I've talked with my father? :::::::::::::::::: Michael: If that's what you feel you need to do then alright. But if he get's stupid he's going to jail you get me? I will call Max and that will be the end of his violence towards you. Okay? ::::::::::::::: Alex: Yes, I do. I don't want any more secrets from you. You know who I am. I'm going to put all my cards on the table about the man I want to marry. My lips will never repeat about your true identity. Dad will have to listen and accept us because I love you, Michael Guerin. Yes, I Understand what you are saying. Finger crossed you won't need to do anything or call Max. When I can return to celebrate our news later. :::::::::::::::: Michael: Alright but if you don't call I'm coming to look for you. -Not convinced Alex's father is just going to let this ride.- ::::::::::: Alex: Yes, baby, I understand just give me a good few hours. Because I know this won't be a plain sailing conversation. We both know what my dad is like. Thank you for letting me do this my way. *Alex knew deep down this wasn't going to easy but didn't want Michael to worry.* :::::::::::::::: Michael: -Michael pulled him in for a heartfelt hug, he wanted to go with him but that would just make things worse. True Alex was grown but still Jesse Manes was a vindictive asshole with one dangerous temper.- :::::::::::::::: Alex: *Alex gripped him tightly around his body. Embracing him with a kiss. Not wanting to let go. The quicker he went the quicker he can return to him* ::::::::::::::: Michael: -Michael kisses his forehead, hands cupping his face.- I'll be here when you get back. I love you. ::::::::::::::: Alex: *His lips against his forehead made him weak at the knees. This was his man. Who he was falling more in love with every single day* Try and relax babe. I'll call you when I'm on my way back. Maybe we can do something to celebrate. ::::::::::::: Michael: Absolutely. Be safe baby. ::::::::::::::::::: Alex: [Alex kisses him passionately before breaking off] I’ll see you soon Baby. Try to have some fun without me, baby. [ Alex grins with a smile on his face. Leaving his trailer to walk to his truck to get in and drive off to where he planted his phone] ::::::::::::::::: Jesse: -Jesse's men watched Alex walk out and get into his vehicle. They gathered up their gear and left their coverage spot to intercept Alex once away from Michael's place.- ::::::::::: Michael: -As Alex left, Michael sat down at the small table in the airstream and looked at the black velvet box sitting there. Opening it he studied the ring there, still stunned he wondered it things would really go this way.- :::::::::::::: Alex: Alex stops his truck a few miles away from Michael place. Getting out to go and dig up his phone. This was the last time he was going to be Digging. His life was turning around for the better with his question to Michael early. He can’t stop smiling thinking about him. He reached into the hole to collect his phone. Taking it out the bag. Wiping some the sand from it. Wanting to send Michael a text. Putting his phone in his jacket pocket while he waits until it power itself up.

He turns when he jumped from behind when he was throwing onto the sand. Being hit over the head with a heavy item a gun a few time and someone hands over his throat. - who the hell are you? -Alex was trying to fight back with his hands being held. Whoever these five men were. They knew who he was taking my leg from me. Being punch in the stomach a few times and some into the face. Spitting some blood in his attacker's face. Siting on him laying into him. Alex's eyes were getting heaven with the restricting of air. When he was out cold. His hands were bonded and blindfolded. Picked up and throwing into the back Of a black truck. One of his attackers reported in - The package is secure Sir.

#DSM RoswellNM RP

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whatsupitsthatkai · 5 years

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Art in Motion

Finally finished the first installment to this story!! It all started with talking about Pride and Prejudice, and then (predictably) my brain said “WOLFSTAR” and it spiraled from there. It is a story set in the late 1800s early 1900s centered around Sirius and Remus (but with appearances from many of your favorite marauders era characters) I’m not sure how long it will be yet and I’m not putting pressure on myself to write it quickly so I’m not sure when the next installment will be out but I hope you enjoy it!

His collar was itchy.

That was the only thing Sirius could focus on as they stepped out of the carriage and prepared to enter the large manor before them.

“Remind me again why I allowed you to drag me out to this event?” He asked, tugging at his cuffs, wishing he could remove his coat and push the sleeves to his elbow. It’s not that he hated dressing up- on the contrary- he quite liked getting good and fancy now and then. But some days, some days it brought up too many memories.

“You allowed me to drag you to this event because you would have otherwise spent the evening moping around the house in your dressing gown with a bottle of my father’s best whiskey.”

Sirius snorted as they ascended the stairs. “Sounds far more pleasant than being trapped in dress clothes, tied to societies niceties and proper manners all evening.”

“Oh, lighten up, I heard a rumor that there was going to be a special performance tonight.” James said, lightly clapping his friend on the back. “Besides, we’re eligible young bachelors! We can’t spend all our time out on the estate.”

“Well, maybe you can’t, but I would be most content to live out my days as a recluse.”

“That’s a bold faced lie, you love attention far too much. What happened to Miss McKinnon? I thought you two were getting on well.”

“We were, and then we weren’t. Still on good terms, as friends.”

James nodded. “I see. Well, all the better that you’re here then.”

“Ah yes, so that I may bear witness to yet another rejection from the lovely Miss Evans when you ask to court her.” Sirius laughed at the indignant look that James shot at him as he handed the attendant his coat. The merriment and shedding of his coat allowed him to feel a bit more free. Alcohol would help make the evening even more bearable.

“She’s warming to me, you know.” James said confidently. “In fact, just the other day she said good morning to me, without a wry comment I might add.”

Sirius snagged a champagne flute from a tray as a servant walked past, taking a long sip before replying. “Well, I shall start to prepare my best man speech right away.”

James rolled his eyes. “Spare me, you’ve had one written for years.”

Sirius grinned. “That I have, and it is brilliant if I do say so myself.” He took another drink and then spotted a familiar face moving toward them through the crowd. “Peter! How have you been?”

The young man beamed and shook both of their hands heartily. “James! Sirius! How wonderful it is to see you! I’ve just got back from my travels in Wales.”

“Ah, that’s right, you were off to research was it? How did that go?” James inquired.

As Peter and James discussed his trip and the research Peter had done, Sirius finished his first glass of champagne and promptly snagged another, allowing his eyes to roam over the crowd.

He spotted a few familiar faces, not unusual to see considering they all ran in the same social circles for the most part, especially considering who their host this evening was. Speaking of, there she was now.

“Mr. Black, a pleasant surprise to see you here this evening.”

Sirius smiled and lightly kissed the back of her knuckles in greeting. “How was I to refuse an invitation from such a charming host as yourself, Miss Evans?”

She glanced at James knowingly. “And I’m sure Mr. Potter’s insistent nature had nothing to do with your presence here this evening?”

“You know us too well I fear, alas I have been caught. Forgive me?”

Smiling, she nodded her head. “Of course. It is good to see you out, considering the state of things recently.”

Ah, yes, there was the inevitable return of the dark cloud that shrouded him, refusing to let even a sliver of light or color last for more than an instant. Such was his life.

“Yes, well, distractions at Elkwood are limited and you know I can’t resist the promise of free food and champagne.”

“Indeed, that I do.” She leaned closer to him conspiratorially as she continued in a hushed tone, “And if you venture to the other end of the room, you’ll find there are drinks of a stronger variety, if you grow tired of the champagne of course.” She added with a knowing wink.

Sirius placed a hand over his heart. “James may have to disown me as well, for I fear I have suddenly fallen in love with you.”

Her laugh was light and musical, auburn curls swishing over her shoulders as she shook her head. “Mr. Black, you are a delight as always. Please enjoy the party, I must greet some more guests.”

He nodded his head as she moved on, setting aside his second flute of champagne before venturing to the other end of the large room in search of the stronger alcohol he had been promised. Finding the bar with little trouble, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and sipped, relishing the fire it burned down his throat and into his stomach.

“Sirius, why am I not surprised to find you next to the whiskey?”

He looked up at the comment, smirking a little at the elegant blonde standing to his left. “Miss McKinnon, you look lovely this evening.”

She smiled, brushing a hand over her skirts. “I know, but thank you for noticing. Pour me a drink?”

He obliged, handing her the glass and lightly clinking it with his own before taking another sip. “How have you been?”

She shrugged her shoulder, lightly toying with the diamonds at her neck. “Bored almost to tears, Dorcas has gone on holiday and left me alone with no one to gossip with.”

Sirius smiled. “Next time you want gossip, stop by Elkwood, James and I will put some tea on and we’ll discuss the most recent scandals.”

Her fingertip tapped lightly on her glass, an anxious tick Sirius knew all too well.

“You’re wanting to say that the current topic of choice is my recent tragedy and inheritance, am I right?”

“Well you aren’t wrong. But I wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up.” She fiddled with her diamonds again. “How are you faring?”

Sirius lifted his glass of whiskey. “Like I always do.”

Her expression softened, a vulnerability reserved only for her closest friends showing. “If you need anything, please let me know.”

He nodded. “I will. Thank you, Marlene.”

“Of course. Run along, now, I believe Mr. Potter and Mr. Pettigrew are looking for you.”

Saluting lazily, he smiled. “Yes ma’am.” It didn’t take him long to find James and Peter again, they were close to where he had left them, just a little closer to where the musicians were playing.

“There you are! Found something a bit stronger to drink I see.” James said goodnaturedly.

“That I did, have you talked with Miss Evans yet?”

Jame’s eyes lit up. “Yes! She graced us with her presence not five minutes ago, looking radiant as always.”

Peter smiled. “James was a proper gentleman, hardly stumbled over his tongue at all.”

Sirius laughed and offered James a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Proud of you, sir.”

“Very funny, changing topics, Peter was telling me all about-” Before James could continue, a clinking could be heard and the room fell silent, as if a blanket had been laid over the crowd.

Miss Lily Evans was standing in front of the musicians, her figure blocking that of a new one crouching behind her, fiddling with a small black case on the floor.

“Ladies and Gentleman, thank you so much for attending my winter solstice ball, the festivities have merely started, but before we enjoy the champagne too much, I would ask you to turn your attention to a very special guest performance. Enjoy.”

As she stepped aside, the person she had been blocking stood up, figure tall and slim like an aspen tree. Golden brown curls brushed against his collar as he turned to face the crowd.

Sirius felt his breath catch in his chest, not by the scars scattered across the young man’s face, but by the pair of deep amber eyes that gazed over the heads of the crowd as if he was looking beyond the walls of the room.

He wore no coat, merely a vest and dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. The reason for this becoming clear as he lifted a violin to his shoulder. His arms in position to play, displayed before him, showed that the scars not only traced his face and neck, but along his arms as well.

There were some faint murmurings in the crowd, no doubt speculating as to what could have happened to him to leave him so marked.

He didn’t seem to notice as he placed bow to string, and began to play.

Sirius was transfixed. The music breathtaking, unlike anything he had ever heard before. It was light and playful, like wind running through a field of grass, then low and deep as a river carving through stone. It was nights spent nursing wounds alone in the dark and days trying to forget. There was so much raw power and emotion behind each note, quite literally striking a chord deep in Sirius’ heart.

But it wasn’t just the music, the mysterious young man was himself the music. He swayed and tensed, every fiber of his being was playing the song, his soul poured out for strangers in such a selfless and beautiful way.

Sirius had never felt so full, and so utterly broken at the same time. It was as if the song had picked him apart, note by note, until all that was left were the pieces of himself that he kept hidden away, all the shards and bruises, the scared and the weak, the angry, the bitter, all of the ugliest parts of himself laid bare. But he didn’t feel exposed, or vulnerable. He felt...safe. He felt whole.

Too soon the last notes of the song were hovering in the air, the young musician lowering his instrument and opening his eyes to finally sweep the crowd. He met Sirius’ gaze for a brief moment, stealing the breath from his lungs for a second time that night before moving on.

Dimly, the sounds of the room came back to Sirius, his ears still ringing with the mystery man’s song. Applause, yes. Right. Applaude. He shook himself out of his daze and clapped along with the crowd, eyes remaining locked on the stranger as he bowed slightly, then turned to return his violin to its case.

“Splendid! Where on earth did you find him again, Peter?”

Sirius’ attention was drawn to his companions as Peter replied to James’ question.

“I knew him back when we were schoolboys! You remember my father sent me to go study in Wales for a year? Mr. Lupin was my dear friend, we’d lost touch a bit over the years but I just had to see him when I went to visit for my research.”

Sirius chanced another look at this Mr. Lupin, he was engaged in conversation with a few guests, rolling his sleeves down and fastening the cuffs as he nodded and responded politely. He answered all their questions, engaging with the conversation but in a somewhat distant fashion. Where was his mind at...

“-and he was always a brilliant musician you know, naturally gifted. He writes all of his own pieces and has started to play at parties and events.”

Tuning back in to the conversation, Sirius sipped his whiskey distractedly.

“Of course once I learned that I just had to convince him to come and visit, there are so many more opportunity in London than there are in the city he’s from, you see. I wrote to Miss Evans at once and she immediately agreed to hire him to come play for her ball, and well, here we are.”

James shook his head slightly. “He certainly is talented. Do you know how long he plans to stay in London? I’d love to have him out to Elkwood.”

Sirius’ eyebrows rose at that, the prospect of the young man coming round to his current place of residence was both an intriguing and intimidating prospect.

“I’m not certain, he’s staying with me at the moment, and I’ve given him leave to stay as long as he would like. You feeling alright, Sirius? It’s not like you to be this quiet.”

He looked up from his glass at the question, forcing a small smile. “Ah, I suppose you haven’t had a chance to hear yet. My uncle passed away last week.”

Peter’s eyes were instantly sympathetic, and he reached forward to place a hand comfortingly on Sirius’ shoulder. “I am so sorry to hear that, I know how close you two had gotten these past few years.”

Sirius nodded. “Close enough for him to leave me his estate and all of his earthly wealth. I am now officially a proper member of society again.” He added the last bit with a raise of his glass and a sarcastic smirk before downing the rest of the whiskey hiding at the bottom.

“Come on, Pads, we were going to keep the drama at home tonight, remember?” James said playfully, clearly trying to keep his friend in good spirits.

Peter chuckled a little and scratched at his chin. “I haven’t heard you call Sirius ‘Pads’ in a long time.” Breaking from his reminiscing, Peter brightened up suddenly. “Let me introduce you to Mr. Lupin! I’m sure Remus would love to meet you, I’ve talked quite a lot about you two you know.”

Sirius felt a rush of heat about his ears, embarrassment? Excitement? Perhaps both. He followed James and Peter as the latter led them through the crowd and over to where the violinist was standing.

“Remus!”

Mr. Lupin turned, his expression brightening when he spotted Peter’s familiar face. Up close, his eyes were even more mesmerizing, a soft golden brown that grew deeper at the edges.

“Peter, I had thought you’d run off and left me.”

“Never! Allow me to introduce you to my dear friends, Mr. James Potter, of the Elkwood estate.”

James bowed his head in greeting, straightening quickly and commenting enthusiastically. “An honor, sir! You play remarkably well.”

Remus ducked his head slightly at the compliment. “I am glad you enjoyed my playing. And the honor is all mine, Peter speaks very highly of you.”

A wave of unease suddenly washed over Sirius, and he found himself slipping away while James and Remus were being introduced.

The room felt stuffy, the crowd too tightly packed into the space, the noise and the lights assaulted his senses, driving the beat of his heart into a frenzy. He mumbled apologies and pardons as he pushed through the crowd, desperately trying to remember his way as his mind flooded with noise.

Finally breaking free, he found himself in a dark hallway, the sudden silence almost deafening. Taking a moment to catch his bearings, he turned right and opened a glass door, stepping out into the night.

Breathe.

The air was crisp, whisperings of frost were in the wind as it brushed a few stray locks of hair across his forehead.

Pathetic.

He wasn’t a child anymore. A twenty-year-old man should not be afraid of a crowded room.

Don’t close your eyes. Just focus on now.

Turning his head to the sky, he began to pick out constellations among the stars, it was something he had been doing for years, even when he couldn’t look to the sky itself, he had painted the stars on his ceiling so they would always be there. A bit ironic perhaps that he used the sky to ground himself.

Rolling his sleeves up to his elbow and popping open the top two buttons of his collar, he began to breathe a little easier. The wind picked up for a moment, pulling free more of his hair. So with a small smile, he pulled free the ribbon tying it up and let it fall freely around his shoulders.

He took a deep breath and let it out in a long rush, letting the tension from his shoulders melt away. Feeling lighter than he had all evening, he turned and headed back to the ballroom.

Sticking to the edges of the room, he snagged another glass of whiskey and observed the other guests casually. They had begun to dance, silken gowns swishing to and fro as the ladies sashayed across the floor, weaving back and forth through their gentlemen partners.

“Excuse me, but where could I find one of those?”

Sirius turned around at the question, ears perked at the accent lilting the edges of the rich voice. His eyes landed on none other than Mr. Remus Lupin.

“Pardon?” That was the only word that escaped the avalanche of thoughts suddenly in his head, and it took him a moment to clear them enough to think somewhat clearly.

“A glass of whiskey. I’m not much for champagne, I find the bubbles to be a bit-”

“Frivolous?”

“-irritating.”

The corner of Sirius’ mouth twitched up involuntarily. “I see, well if you find champagne bubbles to be testing on your nerves, you’ve certainly made a poor decision in coming to London. The city is filled to the brim with irritants.”

Mr. Lupin’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Really?”

“Oh yes, not only the noise and the smog, but the people-” Sirius shook his head. “-well, they’ll drive you mad. Especially the high class lot.”

“Mmm, I see. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t scare easily.”

Sirius swished the whiskey in his glass idly. “A good thing indeed.” Reaching his free hand forward, he smiled. “Sirius Black.”

Remus hesitated just a moment before taking Sirius’ hand and shaking it firmly. “Remus Lupin. You’re Peter’s friend?”

“As are you, apparently.” Sirius said, managing not to be distracted by Remus’ hands. “Your music is exquisite.” A rush charged his blood as he spotted the slightest shade of pink flush beneath Remus’ scars.

“Thank you, it’s the first time I’ve played that piece in front of anyone,” he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck absentmindedly, “I’ll admit I was a bit nervous.”

“Well you played beautifully, not a touch of nervousness about it at all.”

Remus smiled slightly, the hint of a dimple appearing in his left cheek. “That’s good to hear. “

A new song suddenly started to play, and Sirius, already four or five glasses of alcohol deep, shot his most charming smile Remus’ way. “Care for a dance?” The surprise on Remus’ face was thrilling.

He smoothed his expression quickly, one eyebrow remaining quirked up in question. “Two gentlemen dancing might cause a bit of a stir.”

Unwilling to look away from those chestnut eyes, Sirius’ smile only widened. “I think you’ll find, Mr. Lupin, that I am rather well known for causing a stir.”

The smallest of smiles flickered about Remus’ lips for a moment, but then he glanced away. “I don’t doubt it, but I’m afraid you’ll find playing my music in front of a crowd is about as much attention as I’m willing to draw to myself.”

Sirius let out a short sigh. “I suppose that is fair enough. Let me show you where the whiskey is at least.”

Remus smiled then, the first full smile that Sirius had seen from him, and it was like the sun had suddenly broken through a sky full of dark clouds.

“I would like that, thank you.”

#Wendy Writes #hp fanfiction #wolfstar #au #harry potter au #fanfiction #marauders #sirius x remus #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #remus lupin #marlene mckinnon #peter pettigrew #jily #marauders au #idk what else to tag uuuuh enjoy?#also I haven't written properly in a while so sorry if it's rough!

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calumbringbackthewatermelonshirt · 5 years

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Shoot Your Shot [Soccer!Cal AU]

Part 6

When Cal got back to Bia’s apartment, the time was already 11:30, so he wasn’t expecting her to be awake. Yet, when he slid his key into the lock and turned the handle, she was sitting on the couch, still in her dress watching The Office. Cal took in the sight of her for a moment. She hadn’t noticed him come in yet, and hot damn, did she look beautiful. While, yeah, his heart ached when he thought about the fact that he could never have her as his own, knowing that she would be in his life for years to come as his best friend still made him happy.

“Why are you still up?” Cal limped into the living room, grabbed the remote, and shut off the tv. It was getting late and Cal knew that she had class tomorrow. Normally, she would have been asleep two hours ago.

“I wanted to make sure you got home safe. As you well know, frat boys, especially drunk ones, aren’t exactly known for their chivalry.” Bia smirked as she quoted him. She loved teasing Cal: It was honestly one of her favorite parts of their friendship. So a chance to throw them back in his face? Well, she seized it greedily. “Besides, I believe you still owe me a dance.”

“Fair enough.” Cal was honestly ecstatic that she had brought it up. He had broken off a dance with her right before he left, and Cal definitely wanted to finished what he started. He quickly brought out his phone and chose the one song he felt perfectly summed up how he felt for her. Cal knew that Bia was sort of oblivious, though, so he felt safe playing it to dance with her.

As Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis flowed softly from his phone’s speakers, Cal and Bia stood the same way they had at the bar, only this time closer. Cal felt Bia’s hair tickle his skin, soft because she had wash and straightened it. They swayed, rocking back and forth for a minute or two. Cal wished he could do more, show off the skills that he had picked up when his mom forced him to take collation. Bia was happy and content, but she was also curious. So she asked the question that was gnawing away at her.

“Where did you go today? I mean, you left in kind of a hurry.” Bia wasn’t too bothered by his leaving. She was sure that wherever he had gone, he had gone with good reason.

“Oh, I went to pick up Cassidy from the airport.” Cal hummed along to the song softly, completely oblivious. Sure, he felt a little bad, but it was his girlfriend. But as he felt Bia pull away from him, he couldn't help but feel that she thought differently.

“I- You what?” Bia closed her eyes. Oh, she was stupid, she was so, so stupid. Why had she let herself have one last day? She knew how painful it would be, and yet she had done it anyways. Her choices were questionable from the beginning, and now looking back, she realized they were downright stupid.

“I went to pick up Cassidy from the airport. What’s the big deal?” Cal studied Bia for a moment, finding er behavior odd. Yeah, her left her party early, and yeah he was dancing with her when she left, but what was he supposed to do?

“The big deal? The big deal, Calum?” Bia was shaking. It wasn’t even deniable, her hands were positively quaking with pent up anger, sadness, but most of all, love. “The big deal is you. You left. You left me, my party, my birthday. You left me standing in the middle of the dance floor, smiling like a fool. Smiling despite the fact that you had just stood me up in front of all my friends on my birthday. But I smiled nonetheless because you wouldn’t do that without a good reason, right? At least, that’s what I told myself. You wouldn’t run out on the most important day of the year for me without a good reason. You wouldn't abandon our friendship in the middle of the dance floor without a good reason. My God, Hood did you play me like a fiddle. And I was dumb enough to clap when you were done.”

Both Calum and Bia were taken aback by her words. Bia, because she didn’t know where they had come from, what had possessed her in those moments. Sure, that’s what she felt, how she felt, but Bia had never been the type of person to say that. In a way though, she felt free, free of her emotions. Calum, on the other hand, had every word hit him like a stone. Bia barely express her emotions even when she was at her happiest. So to hear all her bottled up emotions finally flow out, well, Cal knew how strong they must of been. These words, they were all calculated and passionate. They were not to be taken lightly or to be dismissed as something she had said in the heat of the moment. No, these were her true thought, raw and undiluted. And they were full of hate.

“I don’t think that's fair of you to say. In fact, I don’t think it’s fair of you to be mad at me at all.” Cal crossed his arms and cocked his head at an angle. Yeah, he felt bad, and yeah, he wished things could have been different. But that did not justify her words.

“You don’t think that’s fair? You don’t think me being mad is justified.” Bia couldn’t believe Calum’s words. This, this was too much. Sure, she was planning on pushing Cal out of her life, but she had never wanted this. “YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO FEEL. You may not agree, but they are my emotions. Mine. And because of just that reason, they are justified.”

“God, jus-just stop. You always blow everything out of proportions. I had to ick up my girlfriend from the airport. Hm, let me think for a moment, girlfriend or just a friend?” Cal put a hand out a he said girlfriends and just a friend, pretending to way them. “Last I checked, you’re not my girlfriend.”

Bia gasped. Her throat was raw, what with the crying and the yelling. For a moments, Bia just stood there with her mouth open. Then she shut it. Bia had shed enough tears over this boy. Hell, she had given up enough of her life for this boy. Bia had passed on a scholarship to Yale, Yale of all places to be with Calum. Not anymore. Bia was a quick learner, so this particular lesson took root fast: Love is dead.

“One day, Calum. All I wanted was one day for me. ME.” Bia words came out mess and wet, but she held strong. This was over. Everything was just... over. “But I guess you were too selfish to even give me that. I guess I always knew that I would end up being the one who got hurt.”

“My God, Bia. Not everything is about you! And, and I don't owe you an explanation. Just stop playing the victim.” Cal was in a state of disbelief. He and Bia had fought before but never like this. The things she had said, however, were just plain wrong. Unacceptable, even.

“Really, stop playing the victim. Fine. You know what? I don’t know who you are anymore Calum. You’ve changed.” Bia still felt the tears running down her face, but this time, they were tears of anger, not sadness. Bia was furious at the man she loved, and yes, she was ashamed to admit that she still loved him. But someone once told her there’s a fine line between love and hate and Bia was toeing the line.

If I have changed, it’s been for the better. I’m sure it’ll be even better once you’re out of it.” No. That’s not what Calum meant, what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her he loved her but the words just wouldn’t come out. He throat felt thick, and his mind was frazzled. He knew, though, that he said the wrong thing. He looked at Bia, saw her with her mouth agape and a hand covering it. Her eyes, though, Calum just couldn’t stop looking at her eyes. Even though they were both so mad, even when they were in the middle of an argument, all Calum could think was that her eyes were just so goddamn beautiful.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. You know, after everything, I can only blame myself.” Bia tried to keep her voice level despite everything. Her head, oddly enough, had never felt clearer. “I hope that everything works out with you and Cassidy. I hope that maybe next time, you don’t abandon your friends. And most of all, I hope you know that every time I see you, every time I think of you, it will hurt.”

“This wasn’t my fault. Play victim all you want, but the isn’t, can’t be all on me.” Calum reached into the breast pocket of his suit and pulled out a small box. He stared down at it, remembering all the effort he put into the gift. It took him hours to pick the wrapping paper, much less actually wrapping the damn thing. Then he threw it down on the coffee table. “I can’t do this anymore.”

His last words came out as barely more than a whisper. Then Calum turned and walked away from Bia once more.

“Go on then. Leave! See if I care!” Bia was screaming, a stark contrast to Calum’s whisper. As Calum walked out the door, she pulled on the roots of her hair and spun. Bia was so hurt. All she had ever wanted was to be happy. Why was that too much to ask? But she didn’t know what else to do. So Bia sat on the couch and opened Calum’s gift. ||

“Hey, Ash.” Bia stepped into the house that the boys lived in together and gave Ash a hug. She had come to drop off Calum’s things, now that he wasn’t living with her anymore.

“I heard. I heard everything.” Ash was solemn. Knowing that something that could have been so beautiful had turned out so awful weighed heavy on his heart. Neither of them deserved anything that had happened, but they had no else to blame but themselves.

“I just. I tried not to fall in love with him. Really, I did.” Bia looked up at Cal with a newfound sadness in her eyes. This was so much deeper than anything else she had felt. “But I guess in the end, I just wasn't the girl he fell in love with.”||

“You said what?” Sophie found it hard to believe what she was hearing. The entire time that she had known them, she had always felt that Calum and Bia were meant to be together. They just fit so perfectly into each other that Calum and Bia not being together? Well, she had never even considered it as a possibility.

“I said it wasn’t my fault.” Calum was sitting on the couch in Sophie’s apartment with his head in his hands, completely unaware of the fact that Bia had been crying there only a couple days ago. “I don’t understand why I said that, Soph. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it.”

Sophie sat next to Cal and rubbed his back, the deja-vu unreal for her. She loved both her friends dearly, but sometimes she just wanted to knock their heads together for being so oblivious. God, why couldn’t they just admit that they loved each other?

“Oh, God, Soph. I used to think that love was real, that life was fair. But really? Love is just the biggest scam of all.”

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cannibalisticshadows · 5 years

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Nightcall (2/2)

[ao3 Link] . [Part One]

Megamind drops out of the media. Though the media doesn’t drop him.

The spike in his frequent fights with Metro Man has done a complete 360, much to the relief of the locals and to the disappointment of tourists. The news and media alike have leaped onto his sudden change like scavengers to fresh offal. Talk of his recent rendezvous, or lack thereof, are on everyone’s mind.

“He’s a maniac,” some talk-show host said into the speaker, hunched over a desk looking quite aggressive. The screen of the television baths the blue alien in a dull electronic glow illuminated his reflective eyes. He frowns at the person but having no good point to disagree. He’s just offended someone would be so bold to jump into the obvious.

“He’s a maniac, and Metro Man has been taking his sweet-ass time in trying to bring this alien-fuck down. Sure, sure, all-righteous and no-killing and what not. I’m sorry but he’s just pious.” Not just ballsy, but controversial. “My only guess as to why Megamind has abruptly vanished like a phantom is because our city’s hero finally grew a pair and kicked his skinny blue ass into the next life. And by God will none of us miss him. Look at what a shit-show he’s turned this city into—“

Megamind turns the TV off by throwing the remote so hard that it shatters the screen.

Sighing, he crawls out of his little nest of blankets and decides it’s time. He’s been procrastinating enough; he’s done nothing for the past two weeks and it’s getting to his head.

His plan to tell Roxanne started out sounding like the only resort to fixing him and his dumb extraterrestrial make-up, but he’s been pushing it off since he got home the last time he broke out of prison. Who knew he could really raise some hell by simply doing nothing.

Roxanne has made few appearances on television since her last kidnapping. Sadly enough, due to his absence, she had little to do (at least, to the public eye). She was the main reporter, focusing on Metro City’s star inhabitancies. Metro Man had nothing much to do besides helping little old ladies or getting cats from trees—not worthy of making an emergency announcement on the news.

And since he hasn’t seen her, he’s going into such a stump he’s made several near attempts to just show up at her place with no spray. How would she respond?

Well, he’d find out tonight.

He filled the invisible car up with his home-made energy source, making sure it wouldn’t run on empty. Tonight he was going out, far enough to reach the boonies.

And he wouldn’t be alone.

Megamind, unsure of how she’d react but knowing this would be practically life or death for him, grabbed a few essentials. The de-gun. Knock-out spray. Rope. You know. The usual. This had to go as smooth as possible for him to get serious with her, to assure her he’d never bother her again as long as he got this off his chest so he could wallow in misery with a peace of mind.

So, making sure she’s home with the affirmation from one of his spy-bots, Megamind packs up his things in the car and zooms out of the Lair before Minion can so much as ask “Where are you going, Sir?”

When he gets to her building, he uses a brainbot to fly him up to her balcony. She never locks it (Oh, Roxanne, I do question your sanity sometimes), so when he pushes the glass doors open, he enters a relatively quiet domain.

The lights over her tiny kitchen are on, illuminating her one-person apartment. Sniffing, and catching the remnants of her perfume, he follows it until—

“Mega—“ Before he gives her time to even finish saying his self-given name, he whips around and gives her a reasonably large dose of spray. She gasps, eyes roll up, and her body drops in a dead weight. Flinging out an arm he catches her, unable to keep his hungry eyes from the expanse of her pale, bare neck. Megamind splays his fingers across her bare, marveling at seeing her for the first time in weeks. It’s been too long.

Tonight she’s wearing civvies. A pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a white peasant blouse with little red and blue flowers along the neck and sleeves. She’s missed a barber appointment, he thinks, as her hair is exactly two centimeters longer than usual. Her hair’s also a bit damp, curling ever so slightly at the very ends. She not wearing makeup, either, letting him see all of her little brown freckles dusting her cheeks, like little stars in a milky white setting. He licks his lips.

Megamind ties her wrists and covers her mouth with a cheap duck tape. He’s never taped her mouth shut before, but for once he doesn’t want her screaming or complaining. And despite every Hollywood movie where the bad guy tapes the victim’s mouth shut, it’s very possible to remove it without the use of hands.

He carries her out bridal style, whistling for the brainbot to bring him back to the car. Once on the ground, he tucks her into the passenger seat and pulls the belt on, all before getting in himself.

And then he drives. He drives for a long time, content for the moment to sit in silence beside the soft rumble of the car’s engine.

Swerving through Metro City’s night traffic, the city lights gleaming in this never sleeping place, he keeps his head low as he goes, so stressed he finds himself clutching the wheel so hard it threatens to snap. The leather of his gloves scrunches.

They (he; she’s still knocked out) drive out of the midnight city into the rolling countryside, past the lake and past the forests. Lush green hillsides and vast farm lands. He can hear the road scratch under the car tires as asphalt turns into gravel and dirt.

After about forty minutes of driving, he can tell Roxanne is beginning to stir. Quickly, he pulls up beside a huge oak tree in the middle of no where, and void of another living soul for miles.

Well. There is a cow outside but it’s like, ten feet away minding its own business.

As the car comes to a stop, he turns the key and all is instantly quiet.

With a soft grunt, Roxanne squirms in her seat and consciousness slowly comes to. He doesn’t watch her, choosing to star at his bony knees and twiddle his thumbs. All he can hear is her movements, and his own rapidly beating heart.

“M…Mmm?” Her eyes slowly open, blinking in the dim atmosphere. Her eyes then open wider, and she looks around for the usual sights of a kidnapping. Seeing as they’re only in the car, and her mouth is taped, she abruptly begins to struggle.

“Wait!” He says frantically, trying to calm her like one would do for a wild horse. “It’s okay! This isn’t a kidnapping! Well, technically it is but it’s just us—“

“MMM!?” She starts to work her mouth through the tape in earnest, tongue visibly trying to lick at the stickiness.

“Please, wait! This is—I just want to tell you something. Something… important. I promise on my ancestors that you have full permission and more to beat me outside but… please. Just listen to me. Please, Miss Ritchi.”

Her struggling stops, and she turns to him with a suspicious glare. He bows his head, flushing in shame. She hates me.

Though she’s trapped him under an intense stare, snaring him more than he had with her, Roxanne goes still as if awaiting for whatever stupid thing he’s got to say to her.

“I… want to apologize, for my behavior two weeks ago. It was unforgivable.”

“Mm.”

“But—I… I…”

She glares harder. Ashamed of himself, he turns his stare to the dashboard.

“I love you.”

He doesn’t look up to catch her reaction, but she doesn’t respond verbally.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He bangs his forehead against the steering wheel with each confession, feeling all the pint up emotions in him pouring out like water from a broken dam. It burns his insides with glorious relief and bittersweet shame all at once. Yet it keeps flowing. “And I’m so, so sorry. It’s—not my choice, Miss Ritchi. I can’t help it. My b-body…Ah—s—“ he stutters, so anxious it’s close to making him piss himself. He can feel it claw at this throat, threatening tears. “My species… we d-don’t have crooches, like a human. We… fall in love. Hard. And once. Only once. Once and only with one person. And that’s it. We mate for life, like doves. Or beavers. Wolves. I-It doesn’t matter. But once the relationship is formed that’s it. Cheating or finding a second love if the other leaves or dies is purely an earthly concept. My own p-parents, they—they only had eyes for each other. Sex or romance wasn’t even a concept I understood before I met y—…. I didn’t chose you, Miss Ritchi. I didn’t want this to happen. You don’t deserve this. I’ve already turned your life into a living hell, and for that I cannot apologize enough, even onto my grave. My transgressions are unforgivable. Yet, even being here on Earth I cannot…. There is no place for me. My planet, it’s… I’m all that’s left. And Minion. I didn’t think I could possibly imprint on anyone, much less a human, in this way. Yet… I am so sorry. It’s all my fault. I should have known…”

She’s fidgeting ever so softly beside him, he hears the crinkle of the tape.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he takes in a staggering breath, wet tears rolling down his sharp face and trickling on his lips. Salty like the sea.

He can’t bring himself to speak again in fear of weeping like a damn baby, but he feels as vulnerable as one in the moment. Weak. Childish. Pathetic.

The car falls into a silence, with his shaky breaths and a light breeze rolling against the windows. Other than that, it’s as quiet as a void. He glances at her from the corner of his eye, and sees her staring outside at the cow as if it had done something personal to disrespect her.

They sit in silence for a long time.

“I’m done,” he suddenly says.

He hears her move around again.

“I’m… I’m done. With this business,” he gestures to himself in general, to the car, to his gun. “I mean, there are things you don’t know about. Things I’ve done behind cameras. In the underworld. I’ve committed enough sins to last multiple lifetimes over. There’s blood on my hands. Miss Ritchi. Like you wouldn’t believe. And… I’m going to give it up. I can’t keep doing this…

“This such a archaic concept for me. Aah, uh, did you know… Of course you wouldn’t… The males, sometimes even the females, of my kind have to… catch the other sometimes. To express that they feel the same way. Avoids miscommunication or misplaced feelings. My own father… had to sneak into my mother’s household as teenagers to propose to her. It’s—I didn’t even realize it until recently I was courting you! Unconsciously! I’m—God I’m so sorry, Miss Ritchi. I just need to go away. “

She lets out a muffled sound again.

“I’m moving from this place,” he looks around at the vast farmland, the dot of the city in the distance, reflected by his rear-view mirror. “Romania sounds nice. I do a lot of business over there. Lots of forests and hillsides where there’s no one for miles. I can’t bother you or anyone out th—”

Roxanne suddenly spits.

Looking over to her in surprise, he sees she has vanquished the duck tape and has rolled it up in her mouth to spit it onto the dashboard. Turning on one hip, she faces him with such a glower it chills him to the very bone.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” she hisses.

He shrinks in his seat.

“Don’t you dare drop this on me and say you’re just gonna leave!” She yells, pulling against her taped wrists. He opens his mouth to let out a string of never ending apologies, but—she’s starting to cry, he sees, much to his absolute horror. Has he truly upset her this bad? He really was a monster.

“How—you stupid, stupid man,” she cries out, and suddenly—he sees her raise her arms, still taped by the wrist, and he honestly thinks he’s about to be hit when—

She loops her arms around his big blue head and latches onto his neck, yanking him closer and making him clumsily fall onto the stick shift as—

Her mouth is on his. So hard do their mouths come together that their teeth clack, faces clashing together he barely has time to process what’s happening. Gasping, hands wild and unsure in the air as she seemingly tries to suck his soul out, but—he knows what’s happening, mildly, but a bigger part of him is convinced he’s dreaming or hit his head.

The feeling of her lips touching his, though, is electrifying. Every nerve in his body begins to sing and scream all at once, overwhelming him with a sensation override. She moans and presses closer, both of them awkward and clumsy as they clutch at the other from opposite seats. Clutched… he feels his hand involuntarily grab her waist, holding his close but terrified he’s mixing the signals. It feels so so so good, though, and—

She pulls away before he can even realize he was responding back, albeit unsurely. Arms locked around his neck, he mentally curses himself for tying her up. But. It felt like the thing to do at the time.

“You listen to me you son of a bitch,” she viciously spats. “You come to my place, ten’o’freakin’clock at night, and tell me you love me only then to say you’re leaving? What the actual hell!?”

He attempts to pull back, hide in his shell, run away from her furious reprimand, but his neck is still trapped by her arms. Shit. Really a bad decision to tie her up. The alien’s prepared to say something, anything, to show how much of a lowly creature he is in her light, but all that comes out of his throat are choked warbles and whimpers. “I—“

She sniffles.

He meets her eyes in surprise to see two glassy blue orbs meeting his. Frantically, he try to console the weepy female by nervously patting her back. “Ah—M-Miss Ritchi—“

“You were such an A-hole,” she says, sobbing. “Megamind, for once you were actually cruel. It scared me.”

“Oh, oh my dear—No, no, my sweet, no! I wasn’t—“ he swallows. “I wasn’t trying to be cruel. I was just frustrated. With myself. With my instincts. I—if I behaved any less I would have made a fool of myself.”

“Well, you already did that by yelling at me, you cabbage.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“You made me feel like a whore the last kidnapping.”

He remembers that dress she wore. Wine red, rimmed in black. His... comment to it. Megamind bows his head and clenches his whole body. “I am sorry.”

“And you made me worry about you. I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

Confused, he looks up at her. Roxanne then pulls at her arms and lets him go from between them. Gesturing with her wrists, he catches her drift and pulls out his trusted butterfly knife and whips it out, glad to have something to do with a tool he’s familiar with. Nothing else felt familiar; alien and strange.

As the plastic finally rips away, her skin safe from his sharp little friend, she wraps her hands around his neck and yanks him to her again. Eyes wide, he numbly feels her kiss him a few quick, consecutive times before—

She slaps him in the chest.

He’s nearly got a concussion from how bad the whiplash is.

“Is it true?” Roxanne demands. He’s unable to speak. “Is it true? Do you love m—“

“Yes. Yes, I love you. A million times over.”

This little woman shakes her head, eyes glistening with something he can’t begin to understand. He feels like he’s drowning, with a weight tied to his feet to prevent him to swimming to the surface. He can't breath. She then grabs onto his shoulders. Shaking her head again, she says, “Then don’t go to Romania. Don’t leave Metro City. This place is our-your home.”

“Miss Ritchi, I can’t… stay around you anymore,” his voice breaks. “I can’t without—“

Her lips are on his again.

Shocked, but rapidly trying to learn this new skill she’s apparently trying to teach him, he responds as best he can. Periwinkle blue to unpainted pink, their lips press against each other, seining the warmth and the wet of the other’s mouth. He once saw this activity between lovers an unsanitary and strange thing, but now he understands its meaning. His lips are quite sensitive, and this kissing sets his body to flame, scrambling towards something he can’t seem to catch.

When she pulls away, he follows her, not wanting this connection to end. A tiny bead of saliva snaps between them as their lips depart.

“For such a genius, you can be unbelievably dense.” She cups his face. “I love you Megamind."

What.

"God, I love you. And your behavior, this month—I thought you’d finally lost it. Or just got tired of me.”

His first instinct is to respond yes, yes he has lost it, completely and utterly, but—

“You—you what—“

Roxanne shakes her head again, this time smiling so wide that it nearly reaches her ears, all pearly whites on display for him. She lets him go, finally, letting him think straight. Which is bad because his brain runs in about five hundred directions. Blinking rapidly to disperse the tears in her wet lashes, she continues with, “I’m glad you told me this. Because—I was considering on moving as well.”

He jolts in his seat.

“I sometimes get job offers in other places. This time… I had an offer in Liverpool.”

“Leeverpul!? What’s can you find in Leeverpul?”

“I like the British accent. And it’s far, far away from here.”

Hapless, he stares at his knees.

“Hey,” she pulls him out of his stupor. “Look at me. That’s better. Now. That stuff you said about… imprinting on me? Is that true, too?”

“All of it,” he breaths.

Roxanne nods her head and leans back against the leather seats. “Then listen to me. I love you with all of my heart. I have for a long time, Megamind. So it hurt me, so, so much with how much of a dick you were suddenly turning into. You may as well have stabbed me in the heart.” He winces. “And then you just up and vanished. Gone. Everyone is talking about you!”

He can’t believe what she’s saying. It’s nothing like he ever imagined happening in any probable outcome of this. She… actually… returned his feelings? What??? What witchcraft is this!? He really must’ve bumped his head hard!

“I... know. I see the news. I see my lack of an appearance in the public eye has given you less work… Ah, are you sleeping better?”

She looks at him in confusion.

“You were always falling asleep.”

Roxanne lets out a loud sigh. “I know… I know…”

“Why.” It isn’t a question.

“I always thought you were just a bit ol’sweetheart that grew up on the wrong side of the law. I fall in love with you a little harder every time you goof around like that. I hate that you’re always destroying something or trying to start a fight, but it was a little endearing.” She lets out another loud exhale. “And then you started acting like I was shit under your shoe.”

“N—!“

She raises a hand, and he immediately goes silent.

"So I started drinking. Tried to drink the pain away. But that doesn't work," her voice breaks a bit.

He wants to bang his head against the wall.

“And I hate that you dragged me out here,” she motions toward the countryside. “You don’t have to ship yourself off to God knows where, but stopping the kidnapping would be nice. Even if it’s apart of your… culture.”

“Whatever-Whatever you desire," he swears reverently.

“What I desire,” she says, placing a hand on his knee, “is for you to take me home.”

He nods, expecting that answer.

“And I want you to come up with me. We’re gonna have a talk.”

“O-kay...?”

Suddenly she leans over again and presses his lips to his cheek. With his breath hitching, because its still a lovely, foreign feel to him, she adds, “And then I’m going to show you how much I love you, too.”

“W—“

“I know you, Megamind. I can see it in your face. Now. Take us home, sweetheart.” She kisses his lips again.

This time he knows what to do, and copies her actions better than before. It feels like fireworks.

He’s glad he told her.

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Written by Michael @RoswellBadboy @RoswellAlec with Jessie

Jesse had his suspicions about Michael Guerin, Max, and Isobel Evans just because it's not every day three children are found wandering around not knowing any type of language. But with Guerin, Jesse wanted something to be horribly wrong with him so he could show his son once and for all that he was no good. He'd kept tabs on Alex and was furious to get feedback that he was spending time with Guerin. So Jesse called in five of his guys leaving his other son out of this for now. He ordered the guys to pretend to kidnap Alex to draw out Guerin, he'd have them contact Guerin and have him meet up out in the desert away from everyone and Jesse would be surveilling the scene. Yes, he was using his son for bait but he had a job to do and he wanted his son free of that guy forever. Killing two birds with one stone. Sending them out with orders to just rough up Alex a little but not hurt him they left to go track down their commander's son.

Alex always covered his tracks when he going over to see @RoswellBadboy at his trailer. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with Michael but he wasn't ever going to put Michael in danger In case his father being who he was watching. My father never liked Michael when he found us together the first time in the boat shed. Never knowing what was his real problem was over the years with Michael. Was that he hated that his son was being Gay. Or was it the real issue was Michael. No matter what is issues he had with Michael. I was going to protect him, Isobel and Max especially now that I know what I know because of what Michael showed me recently. With this, my precautions were through the roof now. When I was going to Michael's when Alex was driving over to Michael. His cellphone was ringing when he pulled his truck over to stop. When he looks at the caller I.D. Seeing his father name coming up. He wasn't going to answer this call because he knew he could be trace exactly where he was. Or possible the direction he was heading. He declines the call and switches off his cellphone. Looking around to see where exactly he was. He stopped off in the distance around five miles away from Michael place. He knew he needed to stop himself from being traced. To stop him from being tracked. Knowing he could be traced with being in Roswell there were many places you could hide a cellphone with the land here. When he got out of the truck. Knowing he had some tools in the trunk. Opening up his trunk to pick up a shovel. Walking over the nearby ditch carrying the shovel. He knew then he was going to making himself a hiding place for his cellphone. Then he started to dig. Using the shovelling to remove some of the soft sands. Just big enough to hide his cellphone from time to time. Wrapping his cellphone in a clear bag to protect it before dropping out his cellphone into the dirt. Covering the cellphone with the soft sand he had already removed. Levelling it out. There were a few Rocks he placed to show him when his cellphone was buried. Knowing this was going to be a temporary hideout. Until he could work something out later. Picking up the shovel to walk back over the truck. Throwing the shovel back in the truck. To get in the truck himself to drive over to Michael. This wasn't a date or anything. He just wanted to talk Michael over a few things running through his head. Plus getting to see him was a good excuse too. Alex stopped at the nearby coffee shop picking up two coffees and some bacon butty. When he made some small talk with the waitress. When he waited for the food and drinks to be prepared. He grins and paid for the foods and that. Before heading out to get back in his truck to may his way over to Michael. Wasn't too long until he pulled at Michael’s, hoping he would be in. He stopped his truck getting out carrying breakfast and coffees. Banging on his trailer door. ”Guerin are you in”

Michael l had worked all day on an old chevy that was brought in. It needed a new transmission, he'd been honest with the guy a new transmission would cost more than the old car he was driving but they'd talked and he was passionate about the car so Michael had told him to give a bit see if he could track a used transmission somewhere or possibly rebuild this one. So he'd finally gotten it out and secured with the hoist then wheeled it over to a workbench so he could tear it down. Losing track of time because fixing things calmed him down made the world more bearable. He'd just got it all taken apart and was drinking a beer when he heard the vehicle pull up. Thinking it was Max he went over to the workshops frig and pulled another beer out and then walked out to go meet him. But it wasn't Max it was Alex and he couldn't help but smile. He didn't say anything yet he just watched him called out for him. He never got tired of watching Alex, he did this thing with his mouth when he got agitated. Clears his throat loudly, breaking into a huge smile. Holding the beers he just stared, covered in grease and sweat in an old shirt and blue jeans he laughed.- Sound like you miss me.

Jesse knew that Alex was smart, he was his son after all but he doubted that Alex knew the links he’d go to. Satellite imaging nowadays pretty much took the battle to another level and the tracker on his vehicle just confirmed what he already knew. It made him sick to his stomach knowing Guerin had his hands on his son. He was going to dissect his ass piece by piece while he was still breathing. The five guys he’d put on this hung back till the right time came along.-

Alex wanted to just jump into his arms and kiss him. Because he was right. I had been missing him. This isn't the time for being all emotional wreck even when he was standings all there in his blue shirt covered in grease. Geeez this guy knows how to play on my heartstrings with him. ” What makes you think that? Maybe I was in the neighbourhood and needed to talk to you about something. A playful smirk came over his face. Shall we go inside? Come on Guerin what are you waiting for. Your breakfast is getting cold?.

Michael -Grins.- "Neighborhood huh? Like are you going to visit the rattlesnakes or maybe the coyotes?" -Closing the distance, taking a chance he leans in to kiss him. There was nobody around for miles so hopefully, he wouldn't bulk.-

Alex - gives him a Playful grin- yeah, I heard there a hot mechanic that lives around here. I'm not exactly sure where he stay so I was passing by. So I thought if you weren't busy. You might want a bite to eat. I hear coyotes are supposed to taste like Chicken. If you want to go Hunting sometime. -he grins- are we seriously going to tease each other like this? -Stepping towards him. *Kissing him out in the opening forgetting at that moment where he was*

Michael In the neighbourhood huh? Isn't anything in miles around here but if that's your story. Closing the distance he leaned in and kissed his lips before opening the trailer door for Alex. He could just be content to look at him for hours, he'd missed him so damn much when he'd taken off for war.-

Alex couldn't wipe the grin from his face when he saw him. Being all rough and ready. "Yeah, I was in the neighbourhood when I was driving this way. He laughed. "What can I say you're very memorable Guerin? You have me running all the way out here to see you and maybe get a kiss or two. Come on breakfast is getting cold I hope you are hungry?" -He wiggled his eyebrows at you. Walking straight into his trailer. He looked back watching you coming in with him. "Remember to close the door, Guerin."

Michael " Bossy airman. Give you a little power and you become the supreme leader."

Jesse Manes thugs sat back with a telescopic lens watching the scene play out. They'd wait till Alec left Michael's to grab him so they could control the location and events that we're able to go down. They also needed to make sure they were away from any prying eyes because who knew what capabilities he had and even if Jesse hated Michael he'd never put innocent civilians at risk if at all possible.-

Alex laughed at Michael coming into the trailer. Closing the door behind him. - "Sorry baby just old habits, I knew that my uniform turns you on". - Putting their breakfast down on the table. Alex went to Michael to embrace him with a passionately kiss. Because he wanted to be with him again since he hadn't seen him in a few days. His heart in his chest was beating so fast against his body. This guy meant everything to him. He was his world and deep down he wanted to make a real commitment to him. Build a life with him with no hidden agendas. No running away just them in their love nest. Breaking his kiss. - " Babe, I want to ask you something". -He felt nervous with his hands and face beginning to sweat. Wiping down his hands on his trousers to dry them. -

Michael: -Kissed senseless he stood dazed and glazed overlook at Alex. Blinks with a smile.- "Umm sure ask away."

Alex: Taking his hands in one of mine. Looking into his eyes. "You know you mean the world to me, Michael. I want you to know how much I’m in love with you. As I'm standing here. When I think about you, I know that no one else will ever hold my heart the way you do. When I look in your eyes, I can see a reflection of the two of us and the life I hope we'll share. I know my life will never be complete without you beside me to share it."-Taking out a small box from his pocket. Opening it and present it to you. - "Will, you wear this ring as I promise you, no one will work harder to make you happy or cherish you more than me. I love you, Michael." *Alex bites his bottom lip wondering what he was going to say*

Michael watched Alex, looked down at his hands holding his own. They'd go back and forth a lot, hell Alex hadn't even wanted to be his boyfriend not long ago. Michael got it, Alex had a family that even though may not approve meant everything to Alex. Not really having much of a family, sure Max and Isobel loved him but they were out in their own family of two which he didn't quite fit into. So when he heard the words he was stunned a minute, eyes widened. He loved and he wanted this but Alex had a hard time with his father's disapproval.- I want to say yes but I'm worried when your Dad finds out he's going to go from seething to nuts. Alex, I worry about what he'd do to you. I don't want you hurt.

Alex nodded at Michael, closing the box between his fingers with Michael words registered in his brain. He knew deep down Michael had questions over his actions. This may have been just out of the blue for him. This was the way he had finally grown up, wanted him and was going to put Michael first in his life for once. He didn't care for once what his father might do. Even if he had his own doubts over his father actions over their relationship. This was huge for Alex. He mumbled ” I understand. You know he will need to accept you in my life on this day Or the next because I'm not going to give up on us. I'll even just match out of here. Being the Perfect soldier and go and have it out with him. Please don't worry.

Michael covered Alex's hand container the wedding band in its box.- I love you, yes I want to marry you, Alex. Just want to make sure you're really ready for this and won't take off if Jesse turns up the heat. I don't blame you and I'm not doubting you. I just want you to know that I love you regardless. And I got your best interests at heart.

Alex Rubbing his thumb over Michael's hand. Looking up to Michael. - you really do? How many times do I need to repeat myself to you? I'm done running away. I'm staying this time. I'm ready to stand up to my father for once, you, me and us. Everything I want is in this trailer right now. I've hurt us too many times in the past and I won't hurt us anymore. [cupping his hand putting the box into Michael's hand] How about I leave this box with you. And I'll come back and put this ring on you. When I've talked with my father?

Michael If that's what you feel you need to do then alright. But if he gets stupid he's going to jail you get me? I will call Max and that will be the end of his violence towards you. Okay?

Alex "Yes, I do. I don't want any more secrets from you. You know who I am. I'm going to put all my cards on the table about the man I want to marry. My lips will never repeat about your true identity. Dad will have to listen and accept us because I love you, Michael Guerin. Yes, I understand what you are saying. Finger crossed you won't need to do anything or call Max. When I can return to celebrate our news later."

Michael "Alright but if you don't call I'm coming to look for you" - he wasn't convinced Alex's father is just going to let this ride.-

Alex "Yes, baby, I understand just give me a good few hours. Because I know this won't be a plain sailing conversation. We both know what my dad is like. Thank you for letting me do this my way". *Alex knew deep down this wasn't going to easy but didn't want Michael to worry.*

Michael pulled him in for a heartfelt hug, he wanted to go with him but that would just make things worse. "True Alex was grown but still", Jesse Manes was a vindictive asshole with one dangerous temper.-

Alex gripped him tightly around his body. Embracing him with a kiss. Not wanting to let go. The quicker he went the quicker he can return to him*

Michael kisses his forehead, hands cupping his face.- "I'll be here when you get back. I love you."

Alex felt his man lips against his forehead making him weak at the knees. This was his man. Who he was falling more in love with every single day* Try and relax babe. I'll call you when I'm on my way back. Maybe we can do something to celebrate."

Michael "Absolutely. Be a safe baby."

Alex kisses him passionately before breaking off] I’ll see you soon Baby. "Try to have some fun without me, baby." [ Alex grins with a smile on his face. Leaving his trailer to walk to his truck to get in and drive off to where he planted his phone]

Jesse's men watched Alex walk out and get into his vehicle. They gathered up their gear and left their coverage spot to intercept Alex once away from Michael's place

Michael watched Alex left, Michael sat down at the small table in the airstream and looked at the black velvet box sitting there. Opening it he studied the ring there, still stunned he wondered if things would really go this way.-

Alex stops his truck a few miles away from Michael place. Getting out to go and dig up his phone. This was the last time he was going to be Digging. His life was turning around for the better with his question to Michael early. He can’t stop smiling thinking about him. He reached into the hole to collect his phone. Taking it out of the bag. Wiping some of the sand from it. Wanting to send Michael a text. Putting his phone in his jacket pocket while he waits until it power itself up.

Jesse -Phase one of the plan had been completed. Alex was secure and on his way to the location that had been prepped. If Jesse could get Michael to demonstrate his powers then he’d put him in lock up. Knowing he could manipulate his son into keeping control of Michael. Alex hadn’t proved himself as a Mane’s man yet, but he hoped once he saw this alien for what he really was he’d understand why he’d pushed so hard. But even if he didn’t they’d still have a new test subject and then he could round up the other two.

Arriving at the drop site they hauled Alex’s limp body from the back of the vehicle and carried him to the barren slap of concrete and chained him to it. One of the men held Alex while the other delivered a few blows to his face. The others looked on not liking how this was going down. The attacker gave his fellow team members a dirty look. “The boss said to make it look real! Besides this gay asshole needs to be taught a lesson he makes all of us look bad!” Jesse was watching the entire scenario and he didn’t disagree with the man who’d took initiative. Snipers with tranquillizer rounds were cloaked in the distance along with a few who were equipped with real ammo rounds in case things went sideways.

The text was made to Michael’s phone number. Giving coordinates, the message read “We’ve got your loverboy and if you want him to live show up alone.” The message was sent directly from Alex’s phone and they had someone watching Michael’s to make sure he did what was expected.

Liz was busy in her lab, working hard to finish her task for the day so she could get home at a decent hour. Things had been getting even crazier in Roswell and everyone had been working hard and long hours too late. At about 12, she stopped for lunch and shoved down the sandwich she’d packed this morning. After lunch she continued working, making good progress on her research. She sighed and stood up from where she was stooped over her microscope. She stretched, trying to work out the kinks in her neck and back. As she stood in her lab she suddenly had a bad feeling. Something was wrong and she had a terrible feeling it had to do with her friends, Alex and Michael.

Michael had gone back to working on the transmission he needed to get done, he always felt better doing something especially under a lot of stress. His heart had sunk as Alex had been adamant about facing his father and alone. Michael knew how capable Alex was but he still felt very protective. Jesse Manes could be a cruel and mean son of a bitch and Michael didn’t put anything past him.

Alex never talked about what happened as a kid growing up but it obvious he’d suffered not only physically but mentally. The night Jesse had caught them together in the shed Michael was truly scared for Alex’s life. The look on the man’s face was not that of a father, at least not what Michael would consider a father even though he’d never had a real one. Even after all these years he still had nightmares about that night. Things had played out differently and he was screaming over and over but he couldn’t get to Alex in time. By the time he didn’t Alex was always gone and he was left with his hands covered in blood and Jesse Manes standing over them. He would always wake up as he swung that hammer at him and it would take a while before he realized it was just a nightmare.

A “ding” sounded and Michael picked up a grease rag wiping his hands as he picked up the phone. Taken aback he leaned against the car he was working on to stay standing. Please let these be a bad joke, but his gut told him it wasn’t. This was Jesse Manes he knew it and he was going to kill the bastard if he hurt Alex again. So pissed off everything around him started to rise into the air and rattle, his bottle of beer bursting from the crushing effect his powers caused in the air around him

-Texting Max- “He’s got Alex, I need you now. These are the coordinates they sent. I’m gonna kill him!” Sending the message he pocketed his phone and got into his truck burning rubbing and flipping a bitch in the sand heading out leaving a whirling dust trail behind him.

Alex heard the noise of the generator, the room was a silent concrete box. It could be anywhere. For all, he knew he could be deep underground, in some random room in an isolated prison or someone's personal cell. Above the only source of light was an old fashioned bulb on a bare white wire and its switch was nowhere to be seen. There was something amateurish about the way the concrete walls had been set. The angles weren't quite right and there was a roughness to the texture. That in itself ruled out quite a lot of places and potential abductors. Alex laid on the stone-cold table with his broken body his wrists and ankles bonded in the chains. Pulling against his restraint With one of his eye closed with the bruising and swelling. He struggled to see who these men were but he heard a voice he knew was his father. Sergeant major Manes. His mind wonder to his early days when he would be torture by him as a child and as a teenager for not being his perfect child. Being locked up in the cupboard under the stairs in their family home. Sending chills down my back being back to this I exhaled through my nose in frustration. Him staring at me silently, as if debating whether to electrocute me like last time or something worse. ” what is your problem with me Dad. Why are you doing this to me is this a punishment to show how big a man you are? In front of your goons? ” Jesse walked close to his son and punching into his son many times in his face and into his abdomen. Alex couldn't do anything but crunch his body and ground my teeth against his fists. His mind wandered to his happy place in the thinking of Michael. Taking his assault. When Jesse grabbed him by the hair yanked his head up. When he could see his cellphone laying on a sideboard. Alex spat some blood into his father face ”Guess what Dad you are nothing other than a bully. You may break my body but you won't break my spirit in me. ”

Michael pulled up to the location he got out and looked around there was another vehicle parked here it was military. His heart sank, there was no telling what Jesse had planned but he thought to himself he probably wouldn't survive this. If he showed his abilities they'd kill him for sure or cut him up on a table somewhere to see what he was made of, which for Alex he didn't mind dying for. But if he used his powers it would give the military something to search for and of course, that would lead them right back to Max and Isobel. He sent another text to Max "Jesse took Alex and I'm afraid this isn't going to end well. Tell Isobel to behave and keep an eye on you for me." He pushed send and then he got an idea if Max wasn't picking up there was nothing he could do so he called 911 and gave them the location telling them that Alex Manes had been kidnapped and he'd found his location and needed help. Telling the dispatcher he thought Alex's father was behind the abduction and that he was acting irrational and that Michael thought he'd suffered a mental breakdown. At least someone would come and with all the military around here they'd seen PTSD and guys lose it before so hopefully, Alex would be safe. He knew they'd send everyone and no way Jesse could not let Alex go with a report like that, they'd have to do a lot of covering up to hide it because you had people listening to scanners, etc. Saying a silent prayer Michael went closer and as he could to the bunker door two guys carrying guns emerged. He put his hands up and they escorted him inside.-

Alex was still tied up against the table. With a gap in the mouth with a blindfold over his eyes so he couldn't see what was happening or what was about to go down. Whatever his father had planned he knew deep down this wasn't going to be good. Unknowing why his father was keeping him like a prison. What was his plan? Alex never cared what the sergeant major had planned for himself. When he mind wondered to Michael knowing he was right about his father. He hoped that Michael wasn't getting involved in this madness. With his cellphone taken from him earlier. Alex could hear there was some movement happening with the military men moving away and go outside where he was getting held. With Alex rubbing his bond against the edge to the table hoping to burn the role ties to free himself. When he heard footsteps coming back into the room. When Alex stopped what he was doing hoping to hear what was going on. When he could smell an aftershave he knows well. When his heart missed a beat he hoped that someone else worn the same aftershave as him, and Michael wasn't here.

Michael saw Alex laying there and he started for him only to have a gun put to his temple.- “He doesn’t know what you are but I do. Show me what powers you have and fully cooperate or Alex will pay for your stubbornness.”

Alex couldn't see what was going on with being tied to the table and wearing a blindfold. When he could feel the coolest of the metal against his cheek. Listening to his father words when his heart stopped for a moment knowing they had Michael. He closed his eyes for a minute and hoped Michael wasn't going to do anything stupid. When Alex shouted ” Why are you doing this what has Michael got to do with this your beef is with me not Him. Let him go. You've got what you want Me”

Jesse (Ghosting Jesse Manes) Alex, you're my son but you weren't the target it was this deplorable that you've been shacking up with. I've had my suspicions a long time Michael now it's time to get it all in the open. Does my son know what you are? That you aren't "human", it kills me you put your hands on him and believe me you will be paying for that but this is about a bigger picture. The fate of this world /is/ endangered by your kind. I wouldn't try anything stupid Michael, see my son has been implanted with a device. -Points to Michael.- You get out of line then a small explosion happens in him and no more Alex. I don't want to end my own son, but the two of you aren't leaving me a lot of choices. So, Guerin, you need to show me your powers and not kill me or my men because we do have failsafe's in place.

Alex glared listening to his father how he was describing Michael. Alex knew everything he needed to know about his man that he wanted to know. When Alex's voice changed to a deep hustle voice* ” How dare you. He's not that he's the man I'm in Love with Dad. You will need to accept us because he isn't what you think he is other than my man and my better half. I want him to be my husband do you hear me, dad? Let him go. There is nothing to see here other than the man I'm in love with. Call off this madness you have in this head of yours. You are sick thinking Michael is something other than him being himself. Now you are dragging in your goodies into your sickness of kidnapping our son and let me guess you blackmail Michael to be here, didn't you?” * There was fire building in Alex's stomach when he listens to what his father said to Michael. Alex wanted to look at Michael too but couldn't with the blindfold covering his eyes. He hoped Michael knew it was okay with the device planted inside him. He was prepared to take whatever happened next with his father to protect Michael. He whispered low enough to Michael only hear ” please Don't do anything, please babe and I love you, Michael”. Alex closed his eyes, wrestling with the ties holding him down on the table and waited to see what would happen next.

Jesse was beyond messed up and Michael didn't doubt his sincerity, he and the others had been trying to hide what they were for so long now. He'd never out Max or Isobel but he couldn't stand by why Jesse hurt Alex. Shaking his head.- Let him go, Manes, he's got nothing to do with this and as much as I hate you I don't want him to see how horrible you really are. Let him go, I'll do whatever you want. -Michael stared at the older man as he nodded and had the guards take him away and put him into a cell. Then he had one of the scientist's give Alex something via a syringe that would cause him to not remember anything.-

Alex looked at Michael one last time from getting dragged away from the room he was being held. He yelled back ”Don't do dare anything to him, Father if you do. I will kill you that's a promise to you. Everyone one of you will die. I will make sure of this. That's my word of being a Manes. Do you hear me, dad?” Alex wrestled with the men taking him away from where Michael and his father stood. He wanted to be with Michael. He would rather be dead for him and not know what was happening upstairs. No pain or hurt would change his mind over what was about to happen upstairs. Alex was punched in the face a few times. He spits blood at his attacker. Is that all you got you pussy. Just look at you pussy you are just like me once. scared of Manes and his orders. You know he will only use you until you aren't needed to any longer. You all are just a number on a spreadsheet to him. Alex was told to shut his mouth and just suck it up. He smirked you have no idea what's going to happened to you. You can do whatever but fuck off for now since when I'm out of here you're days are numbered mark my words. When the scientist came closer with the four-armed men holding Alex down on the ground with the syringe getting inserted into his arm. His eyes flicked before him with every memory of Michael in front of his eyes. He yelled ”Michael”.

Michael was cuffed and taken away, tears ran down his face." Would he ever see Alex again? Probably not". He’d probably never see the light of day either.-

Alex " It had been a few days since Alex had been syringe with the unknown drug which made him sleep for several days. Lying there on the coldest of bed. His mind was blank as he slept like a baby with the best night sleep he had with everything had been stripped from his mind. The small light in the ceiling above shines brightly as it flutters under his eyelids to slow open. Alex took some time to come around to the surrounds of the room with a guard sitting in the room. He took his time trying to work out what was going on or what had happened for him to be laying here with a babysitter it's seemed. When he stirred to pay the attention of the guard. Many things were playing in his head but he couldn't seem to remember why he was here or what was the cause of this. He wondered as he sat upon the table. Bring his leg to hang over the bed when he saw one of his legs had been amputated. He felt a pain in his chest and a fear of angry growing inside him being to build. “What the hell has happened to me. Where am I, “ he asked the guard. The large frame of the guard. Spoke “I’ll get the sergeant, Major Manes, for you” with the guard being an American eased a little but he was hurting deep inside of the prospect of being a cripple and the unknown of his career. What else was he missing with a sharp pain in his chest? Someone seems to be missing why he couldn't remember anything. What ordeal had he been through? As he waited for the guard to return with this Sergent major Manes. Alex clenched his fist with his pickles becoming red with the pain. He wanted to help up. He held onto the bed to hop down onto his working leg. Released his fist to hold on to the bed to help balance. He wasn't intended to wait about to who this sergeant major Manes was. As Alex couldn't even remember who he was. When he served the room with a small window at the opposite of the room. That was his aim to try and find out where he was. When Alex slowly held onto the bed to aim for the window with the small table nearby he could hold onto. he slowly began to hop over to the table always keep one hand on the bed until the gap between the bed and table was closer enough for him to make the hop over. The closer Alex got to things were becoming clearer in the room with a file laying on the desk. He talked to himself “You can do this. One huge hop and you can be at the desk. Where you can start to figure out what is going on and where he was.”

Right then Alex took his hand off the bed and hop over the gap to the desk. Handing hard on the floor. “ Damn it” he shook his head. Laying on the floor. When he couldn't or wouldn't just give up. He lifted his demand hands on the table legs to help pull his body up. He felt dead inside with his loss. What was his loss? His leg. His memory. Or was there something else? He gripped hard onto the table pulling himself up onto that one leg. He reached the window but he could see anything for miles it's was just desert with no road leading anywhere out with the fencing surround this place whatever this place was. Alex made his way around the table. He held on to the table for support. Moving slowly around the table to reach the file. Opening the pages of the file he glanced over the pages of “subject 24” which was subject 24. He continues to read the file when the land of a spaceship back in the fifties. Alex stretched his head wondering what had he came across was there like green men here. Were they dangerous or was some kind of jail here. What this subject 24 just a one of. He wanted to take the file but he knew he needs to keep reading on and try to remember every fact on this army file the best he could before someone would come. Which he did. Trying to make mental notes of everything as he read. Since he didn't know how long he would have until his guard and Sergent Major Manes returned.

Michael was drugged up so bad he didn't even know his own name at this point he lay on a mattress fully restrained. People came in and out but he couldn't really focus, it was all just shadows standing over him. Asleep though he dreamed of a guy with dark hair, he was sitting on the back of an old truck and he was smiling. Michael tried to speak to him but he could never get any words to come out but he felt tremendous love for whoever it was and it comforted Michael just being able to see him in his dreams.

Alex, It's been a few days since Alex has recovered from his duty service which he thought coming back from Iraq. When he sat down with sergeant major Manns. When the debrief he sat down within that abandoned build that looks to the anybody looking for this, but Alex couldn't remember if your of Iraq or anything that had happened in the last week or so. When he started to work with a prosthetic leg and trying to rebuild his life again. His head was like a black fog unknowing what happened other than the files keeps playing in his mind over subject 24. He wanted to build my body and life to be in a better place. Come back to work for my father as soon as possible to be fit for duty to see what this subject 24 is.

Michael Brought to a semi-lucid state Manes had Michael move a couple of small things with his mind. Michael had asked if Alex was okay and was told "He'll be fine as long you cooperate." Knowing Manes was capable of hurting his own son Michael didn't fight it, he tried to think of @OfAlienDNA and Isobel but he got nothing in return. If they wondered where he was he didn't know about it.-

Alex wanted to return to work as soon as possible with him not working and feeling incomplete was driving him forward. When he was pushing himself in the gym and physio to hopeful be fit for work. If his father medicinal team would sign him off to return to work. Working Under his father in the matter of the next few days. Maybe this will be the fresh start they need with them never been able to able on another before the accident. All Alex needed was to be needed and try to understand what is going on in this compound with the highest clearness needed. In the next few days Alex working quietly on his body. Something in his gut was telling him that something wasn't quite right in this compound and needed to be back as a soldier to unveil the truth. When he started going through mental and physical evaluation by his father and his trusted senior medicinal doctor to sign Alex fit for work.

Michael's Days stretched on and Michael was subjected to test after test. They gave him sodium pentothal with each interrogation along with sedatives afterwards gleaning that he could move things with his mind. They figured he might be able to break out if he ever was totally conscious and alert. He was in a sleepy haze most days and barely knew his own name. His body gaunt now, even losing muscle mass from lack of exercise and poor diet.

Alex was finally fit for work after being signed off and back on duty with an addition that he was to report to his supervisor. He was to be on desk duty and to monitor the tv screens in those cells. This wasn't the job he wanted but at least he was back at work. When he was at home with his family at the Manes household. Back in his old room which was okay. The room was a basic room with no photos. Alex took this as he has just returned home from a tour. When he started to get dressed, putting on his uniform for the first time that seemed like a while. When he looked at himself in the mirror everything seemed fine at the time. Sometimes when he walked into the kitchen the conversation would just stop between his father and his siblings. Alex just took it in his strait with his disability with his leg. With his brother Gregory just looking at him with a look and would turn away. Alex took that his brother wasn't dealing with Alex losing his leg. He wanted to talk to Gregory but every time he tried Gregory was in a hurry or their father would call him or Gregory away. When his brother was sitting at the dining table with a coffee when Alex went over to fix himself a coffee. “hi Gregory. How are doing? Are you okay? He asked. When their father walked in to break up the conversation. Alex, you better go to work you don't want to be late for your first day back do you? “ when Alex nodded to his Father. “Yes Sir. Gregory do you want to go for a beer later? He asked. As Alex put his jacket on taking a few sips of his coffee “Sorry Alex, not today it's a bad time. Alex faced dropped and nodded Okay Gregory. Let me know when it suits you, he responded before leaving to drive myself to the compound. Alex had to go through the right protocol and procedures before taking on his new role. A few hours into his shift his supervisor had been pulled away with a personal call. When Alex was alone when he was watching the cells that seemed to be empty and were watching just empty cells which were boring. With some interfering with the screen going all snowy with an image of someone or something laid out of a bed possible strapped down that caught Alex attention. The view on the screen wasn't clear with all the interference he waited for and hopes the screen would become clearer. When he tries to figure out what the image was on the screen.

Michael lay still restrained and his mind was a jumbled mess of dreams so he thought. Today they planned to open his skull and see how human his anatomy was and take some tissue samples. They had also discussed an implant that would remotely detonate if triggered. Fry his brain in case he ever got out or they decided to do field testing. As two armed soldiers came in three medical staff entered the cell as well and put him onto a gurney then wheeled him out of the room heading for the lab

Alex had been doing his investigation on this case and what was his father hiding for him on these holding cells. Something just didn't add up. Alex may have forgotten what has happened to him and has no memory over the last year's but he had a flashback of the service of his time in the wars. He would have a nightmare of the men he has lost and he was working his way through these nightmares. Making notes and trying to find his true friends how some reason he couldn't remember anything. In his bedroom, he was gathering up a real picture with the pictures he had with his squat in a scrapbook he keeps locked away. Alex has even managed to find contracts to his old squat but somehow he can't remember if he actually has any friends here in Roswell. Well, that will come for another day. On his way to work. The security was tight at his work with only a select few soldiers were on-site and CCTV. Parking up and making his way through the security gate on his way to his desk. He sat and watched the cells that he hadn't had access to but he could watch on Cctv. He was just to watch and report, Unknowing of what we're being held in the cells. The image of the man laying tied up in the cell a few days back played in his head. Why was his father keeping prisoners strained up? Was this national security breach or just him. Alex was doing his job of observing the situation but he didn't always report to his supervision because his gut was telling him something was wrong. When we went home that night. Alex made some calls to some of his friends who was home on leave for their service. Making plans to meet with them with no ears or eyes because he knew he needed some help that wasn't in contacted with his father, his brothers or the soldiers who worked under his father. Alex had been getting her up all the information on the building of the blueprints knowing something was going down and their way to access the build. He even copies a few soldier key cards to give to his friends. Know this is the way they could get in when the time came. Alex always knew this needed to be an inside job. When his friends agreed to help but just needed the word and they would be ready. His team of friend would surveil the camp from the outside and Alex would do the same from the inside. In the next few days, Alex was quiet at work as he didn't know who he could trust when he watched the three soldiers making their way to the cell. Taking the prisoner from the cell. This was the first time he had saw anyone going near the cells. He thought to himself what was happening to his man. When he knew something needed to be done. Alex knows how t give him some time to bring down the CCTV when he hacked into the system to bring down the system. He knows he had around twenty minutes to go and have a look. When he left his office and followed the soldiers to whatever they were talking this prisoner. Keeping a small distance he followed them to a restricted lab. As he couldn't get through to the lab without the right key card. He watched through the door of the lab. Hearing a drill. He knew this was wrong but didn't know why this was happening. When he sends out a code word to his friends that he needed to react and make an assault on this building now. Alex needed to find a way to hack his door for his friends coming. -

Michael was still heavily medicated Michael was in and out of consciousness he felt something was wrong but he had no idea what was going on. Trapped inside his head past and present mixed and he wasn’t sure what was true or false. Blurry images of people that his mind couldn’t quite put together. Maybe he was dead and this was the afterlife just some crazed mixed dream. The guards rolled him into the lab to where a physician and three nurses stood. Jesse Manes watched from his office giving them the ok to proceed. Michael was given anaesthesia drifting off into the dark abyss. They rolled him onto his stomach and strapped him down. Using hair clippers they lifted his hair at the base of his skull and shaved the hair away then scrubbed the area with Povidone-iodine to disinfect. The nurse rolled out the sterilized equipment as the others checked vitals and waited for the doctor to proceed.

Alex went checking each of the room looking for a guard in the nearby rooms knowing time was running out to get through the security door. With his organised team will be here hopeful in a matter of minutes. This was a door he hadn't be given any clearance to. With a soldier whistle around the corner standing guard. With his keycard in clear of day. Alex searched one of the rooms with medical supplies. When he went off to the medical storeroom to see what they had. Check the bottles when he came across General anaesthesia Propofol. He thought to himself that could work. Taking the bottle with a syringe. Investing the syringe go to the bottle and measuring out the right amount into a syringe. Alex hoped when he saw the guard making his around the corridors. He didn't need to tackle the guard to the floor he would use the syringe if he couldn't get past him. Indeed He was sergeant major son when he walked over with the syringe up in the sleeve of his uniform. When he met with the guard bold as brass. Giving his supervision name to gain access to the forbidden area. When the guard asks for his I.D. Soldier “ Do you know I am just open the door soldier or you will be facing a court marshall? I must speak with sergeant major Manes, he's expecting me. “ The soldier spoke to Alex “Sorry, Sir, I need to see your I.D and key card before I can open the door”.

Alex knew he had to do something quickly. When he bought the syringe from his sleeve and slab into the soldier arm as he could hear his team was getting close with his secret earpiece. Code Green he whispers into his earpiece. Alex took a hold of taking the unconscious soldier by the legs to hide him in the secret room and locking him in. Alex checked his six. All clear making his way to the security door using the key card from the soldier. To gain access to the corridor. He wedges the open to follow his team to follow suit. Alex could hear sounds coming from the room when he moved fast along the corridor when he saw a nurse with hair clippers. When knowing exactly where everyone was. When he burst into the room. Holding his gun. Getting his bearing. “Nobody move or I’ll shoot you all. Alex Ran over to the doctor, holding the gun to his head. “explain what you are doing here right now. What has Sergent major got you doing in here?” when he saw the man laying on the bed how cold with his head shaved. He pointed to one of the nurses. Explain now or ill killed him. Give him someone to reverse to whatever you've given him now. When Alex saw his father standing up from his office window. “Game over Father. This isn't happening. I know you have been hidden something with him, this is over I'm taking him. “Alex walked over holding the doctor as his hostage. With his team following in. Helping with the situation. “just take him and get him out of here Team. “I need to deal with my father just take him and go now. Don't wait for me. “

Alex held his hostage with his gun barrel at the head of the doctor. When he watched his team taking case 24 out of the room with him being carried over the shoulder of one of his team. Making a run out of the venue. Before any more soldier came. Alex looked up to his father“Come on sergeant major, your plan and this place are now over.”Alex keeps his eyes on his father pulling his hostage making him move to where he wanted to go. When Alex left the room with him. Making his own escape with the doctor.

Jesse Manes was watching the beginning of the procedure when Alex had busted in, he alerted the facility to initiate a full lockdown but something was wrong and they weren't responding. Hitting the mic so Alex could hear him.- Son you are way out of your league right now and the consequences will be severe. Whatever you think you know or hope to gain by this stunt will not only end your career but put you into a military prison for life. -The alien was slipping through his fingers and he was livid. He knew Alex didn't remember Michael thanks to the medications and brainwashing they'd performed on him and dammit if he wasn't still drawn and protecting him anyway. He watched from the cameras like the ones helping Alex had Michael and were wheeling him down the hallway. When Alex refused to listen Jesse had made his mind up and drew his sidearm leaving the observatory to go put a stop to this himself.-

*Alex shook his head listening to the big man trying with his empty threats as he tried to catch up with his friends who were running with the trolley wheeling the person lying there still out cold. When Alex could see them making their way out to the waiting vans. He called ahead to his team "Get him out of here" When Alex stopped in his tracks watching the team load up the prison and the team into the vans before speeding off and looked back. Alex knew he would find his own way out but first, he had to say something to his father with his announcement over the sound system. Unknowing if his father would hear him or not " I would like to see you try father if I'm going to Miltary prison, You will be joining me right beside me as I know what you do here father. With the prisoners, you hold here and everyone will know about you the real you Sergent major Manes. Let me see your worst father because I'm not scared of you there is nothing left of me that you haven't taken from me already.

Michael: The meds wearing off a little he blinked, all he saw were fuzzy figures but he heard a voice that made him feel safe. He tried to focus on that voice, wake up but the medications were daunting. Sleeping back into sleep as they shoved the gurney into the awaiting van. Jesse ran down the hallway and hit the doors with guards in his wake.- "Stop right there son. You and your men stand down now I'll make sure you don't lose your ranks but if you continue we'll fire on you."

Alex was moving quickly to catch up with his team who had radio him that they were loaded and secure the packaged. A relief came over the face of Alex of unknowing why this man was so important to his father but he knew he needed to keep him secure and out of the hands of his own father his safety and his own. Alex knew he would feel the earth of his father because of this betrayal but he continued on move and radio the team to get out of here now. and he would find his own way out of here as he knew the ins and out of the secure unit of his father compound. Alex could hear every word of his father and knew what protocols his Sergent major would put in place. Alex just shrugged his shoulder when he heard the threats coming from his father. He knows these weren't empty threats but he continues to defiance his father wishes. When he radios his father one last time " Do your worst dad it's not like you've not threatened that before I will not stand down to you this time. If you want me you better come and get me on your own. I will be taking you down with me this time when all your secrets will be exposed to what you are doing here. Come on if you are man to man if you are brave enough because this time I'm not standing down to you." Alex took his earpiece out of his ear and smashed the com's off the wall and throw the pieces in the trash as he moved throughout the compound as he couldn't talk to his father directly and he couldn't be tracked as he made his way out the compound in his escape plan knowing his father would send his team out after him.

Jesse: -Alex's smart mouth went silent and by the time Jesse got there the trucks were rolling out. One of his guys opened fire but he told him to stand down. There was a lot at stake but that was still his son. With a heavy heart, he told the guys to follow them and apprehend without the use of real ammo. All he could do now was make sure this didn't get out but people talked, even soldiers.-

Alex was on the run in a different vehicle from his team taken the fire from his father team's coming after them all. Helping the other's and their vehicle to escape in a different direction. for some reason, the gunfire had stopped on his truck but he was still being followed in hot pursuit. Alex had many different scenarios in play because no way was his father getting the prison back that he had help escaped from the compound. There were so many thoughts running in Alex's head what was so important about this prisoner of his father knowing this was the end of their relationship with his father and his siblings if he ever got in touch with his family ever again. his relationship with all the males in the family wasn't the best but they were his family after all. He knew he was on his own against the army.

Michael: -The medications were wearing off more because Michael wasn't human, seeing people things were still blurry. He tried to get up but someone shoved him back down onto the gurney, his stomach lurched as the motion not used to it since he'd been so confined but probably for lack of real food and too many drugs he rolled over and puked till he all came up was bile. "What the hell was going on? Where was he?" Not really registering he tried to talk but his speech was so slurred they couldn't understand him.-

Alec was speeding away in a separate direction with his father men in hot pursuit. Right now Alex knew he had to keep the soldiers on him and not pursuing the other van. There was a meeting point arranged but that would happen when Alex had lost the soldiers. Alex knew he had a limited amount of soldiers he could turn to. He had a folder made up with everything that happened in his father compound over the last few months that any leader of the government would certainly have a red warning line over it. He kept a paper folder with him but a secret electronic folder to be sent out to everyone on his contact mailing if anything would happen to him. Alex was on his own now as their communication needed to be kept to minimal with his friends with his father prisoner they had rescued from the compound. Still with no clue who he was? And how important he was to his father when Alex turned his back on his father, his die-hard soldiers and his own family. Alex hoped he will get some answers when the time was right and everyone would be safe.

Michael: -Passing out he woke a few days later not sure where he was but the smell of hot food makes his stomach grumble. Sitting up he held his head in his hands, taking few minutes he sat there on the bed. Rubbing his eyes he picked up the glass of water and drank it so thirsty. Using the small pitcher he refilled his glass and drank more, picking up his fork he began to devour the food in front of him.-

Alex had been playing the cat and mouse chase trying to lose the few soldiers following him. He knows there was a tracker on his truck when he logged into the tracker from his laptop. He knows he needed to dump his truck at the next service station, but he knew he needed to be fast to swap his truck. With another, Vehicle he could find at the gas station. Looking behind him when he stops. Picking up his laptop to take with him. Running into the service station to use a payphone to call the local police that an army convoy was heading into this town, where they were carrying someone of interest to the police. They were going to be dumping some toxic waste in the area. Putting the payphone down. When he worked his way around the layby diner talking to everyone who had a vehicle trying to make a deal to swap vehicles when he offers a young Dark head man five hundred dollars to swap and drive to in a different direction as him. They shooked on it When Alex talked with the guy on his plans to where the young man was going, which was perfect as he was going 500 miles in the wrong direction as Alec was heading. Alex swaps the keys with the young man. Taking his laptop to make sure he could track his truck, runs out to the new Car to making his exit out of this town as fast as he could because he needed to catch up with his team and the location.

Michael: -He managed to finish the food and got up but when he tried the door it was locked. He banged on the door but no one answered, looking around the room was pretty bare but for the bed and small table. Going into the bathroom he was thankful he could take a bath, I mean what else could he do? No windows and no way out, he was having flashbacks though he didn't understand it all but little by little he was starting to remember things.-

Alex - It's been a few days maybe four days covering his tracks after losing the last of his father men. Alex made his way to the location of his team and the important man after his father men were after. Alex and his men helped him to escape. Alex dumped his vehicle around twenty kilometres away from the rendezvous point. Taking no chances as he how his father would never stop hunting them now. Now he, his men and one other was on his hit list. Making the last of the journey on foot trying to stay on the rocky path to stop leaving any footprints on the higher ground for the last bit. Knowing his men would have a clear view of him walking to them. He signals them that was already in place. The sun was beating down on him. Sweating in this heat. He just wanted to get the shielding shack as fast as his legs would take time. In no time he was finally here. He said his hello and asked for a report of their guest he had stolen from his father. He was awake and eating but they had him secured in an unknown location nearby where they would take Alex too. Right now Alex wanted to get cleaned up and get some food and drink in him. Before he had plans to find out how important this case 23 was. When he made his way into the bunker to go for a hot shower. Stripping off, turning on the shower. The hot water and steam filled the room as he stepped in with the dirty and sweat washing off him with everything that happened in the last seven days playing in his head. -

Michael: -He'd pounded the door, asked for answers, tried his damnest to figure out where he was and why he was here but nothing made sense. His captors were of no use, they'd just tell it was for his own safety, shove a tray under the door and leave him there. Sitting in the corner he silently cried out of sheer frustration and the longer he sat there the more he got pissed. What right did they have keeping him locked up like this? As his fury rose the door rattled against its hinges and he looked up scared having no idea it was him doing it. His temper and fear manifested a surge of energy and suddenly the door was blown out and thrown down the hallway skidding on the concrete floor. The guards were astounded and turned towards the room their guns were drawn on him. And he just thought about them being thrown back and in seconds they were. Hitting the ground, their weapons picked up and thrown further down the hallway. Running barefoot down the hallway past them Michael looked for a way out of this nightmare.-

Alex was standing under the hot shower. The walls around the secure unit were thin when you could hear every noise and crack. With a vibration run through, the building sounding like a door being kicked in with Alex moved out the shower as fast as could. Grabbing his bottom combat trouser. Moving quickly in the direction of the vibration cog from along the corridors. The lights were flashing in and out of the darkness as a warning sign that something was wrong. Alex ran toward the direction to the location where case 23 was been held. No way he was going to lose everything he gave up. The lights were flashing in and out. When he meets with one of his men passing a gun to him. In moss code “Manes, the guy got out. We have men down.” Alex got him and his men Getting into synchronized, searching corridor and room. #Colin signal to Alex we can cut him around this corner. Alex nodded and cover #Colin standing in front of him. Tapping his shoulder to move forward. Reached the corridor in the past. When they could see a shadow coming toward them. Alex called out “Stop there.”

Michael: -It was like a maze and he was getting more frustrated by the minute, rounding a corner he heard a voice telling him to stop and he did but the it was oddly familiar like something from a memory. Stunned he just looked at them raising his hands not sure how he did what he did back there but just wanting the hell out of here.- Look, I don't want any trouble but I'm not a damn animal you can't keep me locked up, I haven't done anything. Least from what I can remember. This is wrong, just let me go.

Alex - [Alex stepped forward to walk closer to him. Offering an olive branch to the man standing in front of him, who had with his hands in the air. Watching him turning around. Alex looked up at him. Wanting to know more, with his team treatment]

Listen up I'm going to put my gun away. Don't make any sudden movements.

[Alex made eye contact with him showing no harm would come to him in his watch. He showed that he was disarming his gun and separating the gun from the magazine. Sitting the two pieces on the floor, kicking the pieces away from them both]

“I don't know who you are, or what I can call you. I'm Alex and I'm the leader here. It's taken me some time to get here. Right now you are in the safest place in here, if you try to leave here you will be hunted and not by my team who is trying to keep you safe. Somehow you are important to certain people outside this compound. My men brought you here for your safety. Somehow you have turned on them. I don't know what exactly happened here with you being locked up like an animal. For the safety of your life, I suggest you should stay here."

Michael: -Distrustful eyes watched the guy put his gun on the ground and kick it away.- Spoken like someone who hasn't been a cage. I don't care who you are or what you want but I'm leaving or you can kill me because all this is bullshit. I don't remember everything yet but I don't trust any of you and I'm not going to sit in here and rot. So stay back and show me how to get out of here.

- Alex stood his ground listening to the Man standing in front of him. No idea who or what he is. Unknowing the facts of what came across here in his absence. He knew deep down he was telling the truth of his last capture before Alex and his men broke him out to protect him. Alex wasn't going to move or put him in another locked up cage like how he had been treated in the past.

“If you want to you leave here. You should know People are hunting for you outside this place for some reason that I don't understand why, but if you want to take that risk. You will need to go through me. I can tell you no one in this unit of mine wants any harm to come to you. Instead, they risk all of their lives for you and are protecting you. They brought you here for your protection not to kill you, Man.”

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Michael: Yeah, you say that but why'd you stick me in a room and lock the door. They wouldn't even speak to me so I don't think I can trust you. Whatever the hell is going on ... I will be better off on my own. Now step aside or bad things are going to happen Alex. -As soon as the name slipped out his brows knitted together in confusion. Why had he called the guy that? Was that his name? Was this the guy he dreamt about? He stared hard at the guy.- Who are you? And don't lie to me, Alex, that's your name isn't it.

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Alex - shook his head as he steps one step close to the man he was talking unknowingly his name. He wasn't forthcoming with any information about himself but of how he had been treated here with being locked up in the cell here. When he turned back to his own man wanting to get the answers that the other male was asking.

“Colin Lower your weapon. Is this true you lock him up with no explanation? When I ask you to protect him not treat him like a prisoner. “

Colin. Yes sir - Moved and lower his weapon with him being instructed by Alex who had a senior rank than himself. He knew Alex was his senior but they could use first names on this assignment. -

“Alex. He has been out of it for days when he got out of Manns compound. He slept around the clock when he put him in the cell. He was talking all jeopardize and no one could make any sense of what he was rambling. There's something different about him. “

Alex looked back at Colin. Making eye contact with him. Giving him a look.

“Okay, Colin, wrong move. Just excuse yourself until I have worked this out with him. He's not our prisoner but hopefully in time an alley against what was coming if his sergeant major Manns found them.

- Turning back to look at the guy with curly hair. Not got a clue who he was and why this was all happening -

Listen up, Colin is moving away from here. Just look for yourself.

-Alex heard the footsteps of Colin stepping away from where they were standing-

where we can just two talks like two human beings. We can move to somewhere else if you want or just have it here in the corridor? That's your call. I have been truthful to you already. My name is Alex Manns. The son of the man who had you captured for some reason I don't know and why you are important to him. I found you strapped to a bed in the lab when the scientists when trying to do some operation to get into your mind. I arranged for your escape to happen for your safety. You can believe me or not, but I won't be stepping aside. It's your call what you need to do to get past me but I would rather keep you here and safe from Sergeant Major. I've protected you once with the men I have here but outside in the real world, there is fully Military present out there looking for you and us as in me and my men.

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