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smileyoongle · 2 months

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Pairing- VampireKing!Jungkook × Human!Reader

Genre- Arranged Marriage AU (Sort of?), Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate AU

Summary- Jeon Jungkook was known to be a tyrant, destroying anything and everything to get what he wanted. And this time, he wanted you.

Warnings- Mentions of blood, gore and murder scenes, eventual smut, JK is definitely a hard dom and mad possessive, vampire bites and blood sucking.

A/N- Even though I have tagged the people who asked to be tagged, there will be no taglist for this series from here on. I only tagged you guys to sort of let you know this series has started. It's a big struggle to keep all those usernames up to date so you might wanna turn on the notifs :)

Please find the introduction to the world of Amour Mort here!

You ran through the forest, tears in your eyes making it difficult to see the path ahead, but you could tell you were venturing deeper into the more dangerous side. At the back of your mind, you were very aware that you shouldn’t be here past midnight, and that if someone found you breaking curfew, you would probably be executed by the throne, thinking you were some sort of rebel revolting in the recent uprisings. But all of that paled in comparison to the despair gnawing at your soul.

The branches clawed at your skin, leaving angry red marks, but you didn’t slow down, only realizing you had come here barefoot when tiny stones began hurting the bottom of your feet. You were being chased—not by a person, but by your own thoughts and the relentless ache in your chest. Your father’s words would not stop playing in your mind, your palms pressing against your ears as you closed your eyes in an attempt to silence his voice.

"You're nothing but a burden to me. I wish you had never been born!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain seared through your right foot, sending you stumbling and falling to the ground with all the air being knocked out of your lungs. You winced, letting out a whimper as you managed to look back, gasping at the bear trap that had clamped around your foot. Its teeth dug into your flesh, and blood pooled on the dead leaves beneath you.

“No…” you cried out, sobbing at your misfortune, the pain from your wound shooting through your leg in waves. A thought came to you: maybe this is how you die, completely alone and unloved, with no one to care that you weren’t at home right now.

‘That’s not true! Lila cares…’

Your mind screamed at you, your sister’s pretty face popping into your head. Well, this was true; your sister did care about you. But really, there was only so much she could do when your father did not even acknowledge you as his daughter. You still remembered the party where a guest mistook you for a maiden working in the mansion. It had truly hurt you, but there was nothing you could say, not when that is probably what your father wanted the world to think. A part of you thinks he hates you because your mother died just five days after you were born, but how could you, a mere baby, be at fault for that?

Gathering all your energy, you began to drag yourself to a tree nearby, wincing and whimpering with every wave of pain that washed over you. You could even feel the burn on the skin of your forearms where it rubbed against the rocky and muddy ground, convinced that the sleeve of your dress was beginning to tear. Were you even going to make it back home? Did you even want to make it back home?

Upon reaching the giant tree, you pushed yourself up, managing to rest your back against the trunk, finally getting a good look at the steel trap wrapped around your foot. Meant for animals, it was likely a tool for the poorer vampires who couldn’t afford human slaves and fed on animal blood instead. It was the one law that favored humans: vampires were forbidden to feed on them freely. But nonetheless, it was always the innocent ones who had to pay the price. The night-walkers were given the gift of strength and brutality that they used against the weak, be it you or an animal.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, your breathing growing harsh, and your vision growing blurry. It was the blood loss, and you couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. Either you were getting used to it, or your body had started focusing on the fact that you were dying instead. Whatever was happening, it was not good, and you had no idea how to help yourself.

“You shouldn’t be here. Not at this time.” A voice broke through the darkness, making you jump in surprise, your eyes immediately landing on a man’s silhouette standing just a few steps away from you. Your heart hammered in your chest, and, swallowing thickly, you pressed yourself further against the tree, hoping that would make you disappear.

Was this someone who was going to turn you in? Maybe the cause of your death was going to be execution and not a bear trap?

Your silence only prompted the man to move closer to you and into the moonlight filtering through the trees, your lips parting as you took in his face. He was truly breathtaking, with black hair that fell across his forehead and eyes that seemed to pierce through the night. There was black ink peeking at you from under the collar of his black shirt on his neck, more patterns emerging from under his rolled-up sleeve right up to his knuckles, making you wonder just how much of his body was tainted like this.

“N-neither should you,” you said bravely, though your voice was small and weak.

He chuckled in response, making you purse your lips as you watched him kneel down beside you, your body subconsciously shifting backward even though there was nowhere to go, every single thought in your mind long gone in the presence of this man.

His eyes slowly moved across your body, taking in your tear-stained cheeks, your tattered dress, and your bloody foot, tutting at the condition of your wound.

“This is why you shouldn’t be here, little human,” he said, your eyes widening as you caught a hint of amusement on his face, your blood running cold at the realization. Your breath was caught in your throat, and you were suddenly very aware of the blood you were soaked in, your eyes nervously flitting between him and your poor foot. If you had to die, you didn’t want to do so at the hands of a vampire. In fact, you couldn’t even imagine the pain that was probably about to suffocate you when he ripped your heart right out of your chest.

“Please don’t kill me,” you begged, staring into his eyes with tears in yours, shaking your head when he smirked and leaned in closer to you. Closing your eyes, you let the tears fall freely and turned your face away from him, his breath fanning your neck and making you whimper.

“You must taste exquisite.” He inhaled deeply, your chest heaving as his words made your heart thump harder in your chest. This has to be it. He was going to drain your body right now, and no one was going to find out ever.

Preparing yourself for the attack, you closed your eyes shut and gripped the skirt of your dress, thinking about your family for the last time before your life was taken from you.

“But I’m not going to do that.” Came his voice, your eyes slowly opening as you glanced over at him, noticing the sudden distance he had put between the two of you. A frown etched on your forehead, your tears drying up on your cheeks as you processed his words. He was not going to hurt you?

“I’m too old to lose control over a bit of blood.” He gestured nonchalantly towards your foot, shocking you at how he thought this was just a bit of blood. You were literally going to pass out soon.

“Wh-why are you here?” you stammered, biting your tongue when his expression hardened, his eyes sending daggers your way and letting you know that you shouldn’t have asked him that. Silence engulfed you both, your eyes failing to look away from him. It was almost as if he was holding you prisoner under his gaze, a flash of guilt disappearing from his dark eyes as soon as it came.

“I had to get away before they caught up to me,” he confessed, a cool breeze ruffling his hair as he stood up and stared down at you, his eyes reading the confusion in yours.

“Who-”

“My sins,” he responded before you could even ask, his thick boots crunching the leaves on the gravelly path as he walked in front of your stretched-out leg and sat down on one knee. A flash of lightning struck through the sky at that very second, as if to show that the heavens had heard his confession too. And when the thunder illuminated his face, you could swear you had seen the very face of evil.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked, tilting his head as you swallowed thickly, shaking your head hesitantly. But you knew he didn’t believe you when he let out a small laugh. It sounded bitter to your ears, like he was mocking you for being so weak yet trying to fool him at the same time.

“Well, you should be.” In one quick motion, his hand ripped apart the trap into two pieces, your flesh being freed from the sharp claws that were jammed into it. Dots filled your vision as your lips parted in a silent scream, your chest hurting as if you were having a heart attack, and maybe you were because you felt your body go limp as your eyes rolled back into your head.

Strong arms held you before you could hit the ground, your head suddenly resting against a firm chest as your breath came out all raggedy. You could feel sweat beading on your forehead, your body not having any energy to even let you open your eyes for a second.

“W-why…” you breathed out, your voice a bare whisper in the night. And the next thing you knew, you felt a hand pressing against your lips before a metallic taste filled your mouth. With all the energy left in you, you opened your eyes wide and grabbed the tattooed arm feeding you blood, your attempts at pushing it away failing miserably.

“Sshh, you need this. You need me,” the vampire whispered above you, his chin resting atop your head as he ran his free hand through your hair. Knowing that you couldn’t fight him off, not like this, you gave up and swallowed the disgusting liquid that made your body feel warm all of a sudden. You could hear your heart pumping and your breathing steadying as the blood worked its way into your system, your senses sharpening, and your strength slowly returning.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled his arm away, and you let out a string of coughs, gasping for air while the awful taste lingered on your tongue. It was truly ironic how the blood of someone dead could heal a living being. How a killer could give life to someone. And you were sure that this man who had saved your life was a killer too. Why else would he talk about his sins catching up to him?

“What did you do that you had to run away?” you asked as soon as you found your voice, your tired eyes glancing up at the man holding you. His eyes flitted between your eyes and your lips, sending shivers down your spine when he brought up his thumb and rubbed away some blood from the corner of your mouth.

“What’s your name?” He avoided your question smoothly, pretending you hadn’t spoken a word to him. Frowning, you thought about it for a moment, wondering whether it was a good idea to tell him who you were. But at the same time, you weren’t a very valuable human. There was really nothing he could want from you that would make him hunt you down.

“Y/N,” you said, averting your gaze to your foot, which was now void of any wounds. Your skin looked completely smooth and untouched except for the dried blood staining it, leaving you staring in awe.

“Well, Y/N,” he started, regaining your attention, “you’re gonna find out tomorrow.”

You frowned at his words, wondering if this implied that he was going to see you tomorrow to tell you what sin he had committed. Too lost in your head to notice that he had stood up, you saw him offer his hand to you. Your fingers hesitantly took hold of his cold ones. With ease, he pulled you up as you slightly lifted your dress and examined your foot, pleased with the fact that there was absolutely no pain anymore.

“This is-” You turned to glance at the man, only to be met with darkness. The vampire was gone, the forest was silent, and you were alone once again.

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artethyst · 7 months

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~ Leaves In A Sky Full Of Stars ~

Eris Vanserra x Rhysand’s Sister! Reader/OC

“Lucien,” Eris growled, stalking over to his sobbing and heavily pregnant mate, his brother could only stand there awkwardly, in a fruitless attempt to soothe her.

“I swear I had no part in this!” The Emissary raised his hands in mock surrender as his sister in law continued to cry, unrelenting tears spilling down her pale cheeks.

Eris sighed, and whilst he wished she would stay inside like the Healers had recommended, he couldn’t deny her anything.

His only request was that his brother chaperone her should she feel restless, especially if he happened to be caught up in meetings he was unable to be in absence of.

Eris gently removed his overcoat and draped it over her shoulders, overly paranoid that she would catch a chill in her weakened state and ignored the way Lucien rolled his eyes at his brother’s worrying.

Lucien knew, beneath everything, the feared High Lord of Autumn was nothing but a softie. A mama’s boy who would do anything for his wife should she merely ask of it.

He was certain Eris would have surrendered even his own crown- the one he had spent centuries suffering for, if it meant she was happy.

“I can’t understand what she’s saying,” Lucien was almost just as panicked, knowing whatever was wrong he’d surely be blamed for it.

“Well, we both know how successful you are with the ladies,” Eris drawled and Lucien snarled at the reference to his own mate. “My work is done for the day, you may leave.”

Lucien bowed and sent one lasting gaze at the two of them, admittedly unnerved by her frantic state.

Until recently he had never seen her cry in the many years of knowing her, and whilst he would never admit it out loud, she had always been his favourite member of the Inner Circle.

“My love,” Eris soothed her by playing with her hair, she had found solace against his hard chest as she let out small gasps, taking comfort in his scent as he provided comforting waves of love down the bond. “Tell me, what is making you so upset, hmm?”

His words held no taunt as she sniffled, and he would never tell her that he found it rather endearing how she looked- so vulnerable with her cheeks aflame and violet eyes glossy.

“T-That hawk!” She whimpered, a shaky hand moving to point at the tree before them, and only he could’ve understood her choked out words as they were sobbed into him. “I-It pushed a p-poor baby b-bird out of i-its nest a-and-“ the next part was too horrific for her to say and she cried harder as Eris sighed, stroking the back of her neck.

Oh, for anyone to see her now.

The Crown Princess of the Night Court, feared magic wielder who helped slaughter many in the war and High Lady of Autumn, brought to tears- over a baby bird.

He supposed it had something to do with the little flame growing in her stomach.

“E-Eri I want you to kill it,” the soft tone of her voice betrayed its sentiment as he paused his ministrations for a moment, his eyebrow raised in amusement. “Make it p-pay for s-slaughtering that d-defenceless creature!”

He withheld a chuckle at the irony of her demand, pressing a light kiss to the crown of her head before adjusting their position so her back was flush against his front.

His chin grazed her scalp as he effortlessly flicked his hand, the unassuming hawk turning to ash in an instant as she watched in satisfaction.

No matter how silly, trivial or frivolous her demand, he would always comply.

“Better now my love?” He crooned as she became giddy, throwing her arms around his neck as he breathed in her scent- a sickly sweet smell of a youngling mixed with his own.

It brought a new possessiveness- pride within him to know she now carried his smell with her, a subtle hint of spice and ember imbedded in her natural twinge of jasmine.

He felt her heart soar as she tugged against his own through the bond, her soft cheek nuzzling against his rough hand which came to gently rub at her damp skin.

“I’ve missed you,” she mumbled, as he unwittingly melted at her words, thinking he might never get used to the love she had shown him- insisted that he deserved.

“You saw me this morning Bunny,” he teased as she pouted.

“That was hours ago!” She insisted guiding his calloused palm to her slightly protruding stomach. “I need you…We need you.”

He couldn’t help a genuine smile overtaking his wry smirk, feeling the life they created flicker beneath their joined hands.

“It seems our little ember agrees,” he mused and despite his biting fear of her upcoming labour, as everyone knew- Fae births were not only extremely rare, but horrifically dangerous, despite it all he was happy.

Despite what having a child would mean, a new threat to him he had no doubt people would take advantage of, he couldn’t help but feel at peace too.

At peace with himself. At peace with his mate and their unborn baby which would soon complete their little makeshift family.

#eris x reader #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris vanserra x reader #eris x oc #eris vanserra x oc #acotar #acotar x reader #acotar x oc #eris vandaddy #acotar fic #fanfic

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always-a-king-or-queen · 1 year

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Miss Pevensie, they say, can you identify these bodies for us? And you try, gentlest sibling, you try your best. But the tears are thick in your throat and the grief is bitter on your tongue, and when you shut your eyes you see fire and steel, twisting together and crushing the breath from their bodies.

You look at your father, and mother, and cousin, still and silent on their backs, bruised and bloodied and unsmiling, and their faces are anything but familiar. Were their eyes open you would be looking into the face of a stranger. You press your hand over your mouth, and you do not cry, and you tell them what they want to know. These are my parents, you hear yourself say. This is my cousin. They nod, they thank you, they direct you forward. More, more, more corpses to identify. More losses to count.

You look at your eldest brother, golden blond hair spread across his forehead, thick like the mane of a lion. There is gravel in his skin and soot on his cheeks and his face is pale, hands folded over his chest and blood threaded into his yellow sweater. Red against gold. For a moment the combination brushes your brain, touches a distant memory of battle and clashing swords, but you blink and it is gone. This is my brother Peter, you say, in a voice choked with grief. The sky looks black outside the window, and your brother’s arm still feels warm when you touch it a final time.

You look to your younger brother, dark hair tousled, blood leaking between his lips. His skin is frost pale, like snow, so white he appears to be made of stone. Shrapnel cuts into his cheeks and sends crimson trails across his face. His hands are clenched, cap askew on hair smeared with blood. They tell you he died with his sister in his arms, body curled around her in a vain attempt to keep her safe. You stare at him with a lump in your throat, and for a moment you seem to see him, silver crown upon his head, smiling with quiet gentleness. It fades, and you whisper, This is my brother Edmund. The tree outside the window seems to wilt a little as you speak. Your brother’s cheek is like ice beneath your fingertips.

You look last at your sister. She is peaceful, lips lifted in a smile, hair tangled beneath her head and shoulders. She grips something in one hand— a tiny wooden carving. A lion. Your throat clenches to see it, but you do not know why. Her skin is warm, like sunlight, but there is such coldness in her face. Such emptiness. Blood smears her sky blue dress, and you weep to see it. Blood does not belong on your baby sister. For a moment the red makes you remember her, dancing wild by a fire with berry juice smeared on her hands and mouth, but surely not. Surely such a thing never happened. This is my sister Lucy, you murmur, and are able to say no more. For a moment it seems as if a mist touches the window, and your sister’s skin is hot against your palms.

You turn away, raven-dark hair falling over your cheek, and stare out the window with tears burning your throat. There is no sun, and you think that perhaps there will never be sun again. It has been taken away forever.

(For a moment you seem to hear a voice, deep, gentle, loving. To the radiant southern sun. For a moment you feel the weight of a crown in your hair. Perhaps you are losing your sanity, bit by bit. Perhaps it was shattered the moment you heard the news).

They asked you to identify the bodies, and you did, because they are your family. They were your family. You loved each and every one of them. You loved your mother's soft fingers in your hair and your father's deep chuckle. You loved your older brother's fierce kindness and your little brother's quiet demeanor and your baby sister's merriment. You loved them all. And now you stare through the window at a sky that is heavy with rain and think of flames and twisted metal and the blood on your siblings' skin.

You close your eyes. For a brief moment you think you smell lilies, and salt, and Lucy is laughing and Edmund is smiling and Peter's arms are slung around their shoulders, and then they are looking at you and beckoning and there is a lion with golden eyes and the sun is rising into a damp new sky.

Your eyes open slowly, glazed over with tears that spill down your cheeks like rain.

And for a moment, just for a moment, you remember.

#susan pevensie #i am in the midst of writing a fix it fic for her #bc lewis encouraged it #and her story wasn't finished #and and and #also the premise of the story is super duper fun #but it will be sad too #but will end happy #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #ramblings from the void

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atypicalamortentia · 5 months

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The Forest || Lord Voldemort

Synopsis - You're Harry Potter’s twin sister, and the scar on your forehead proved as a constant reminder of that but now, it was burning more than it ever had and you knew he was out there… watching you.

Warnings - NSFW. Dub-Con.

Notes - Characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 3.6k.

{Caffeinate Me}

Leaves falling from the trees pepper the forest floor beneath your feet as you walked deeper and deeper into the abyss. You are Harry Potter’s twin sister, and the scar on your forehead proved as a constant reminder of that, but now, it was burning more than it ever had and you knew he was out there… watching you. A crunch of leaves came from behind you, and you twirled around on your heels quickly coming face-to-face with that pale monster from your nightmares. “Hello darling.” Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat as he sauntered over to you without a care in the world. The smell of smoke and leather was overpowering as he stood before you.

“What do you want?” Your voice faltered, your fear clearly evident both in your words and your face.

“Oh come now,” Voldemort smirked. “That’s no way to talk to your beloved, is it?”

“My beloved?” You asked, narrowing your eyebrows. The thought alone made you feel sick. Voldemort just chuckled at your question.

“Yes. Your beloved. You may not realise it yet, but you will.”

Your brows furrowed even more at his words, and the sheer audacity of them. He had tried to kill you when you were a baby and now he was calling you his ‘beloved’? You couldn’t help but scoff at his words, a little bit of laughter leaving your throat as you rolled your eyes. “What do you want?” You asked again, this time sounding more confident than before.

“You, of course.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your voice was laced with confusion and intrigue.

Voldemort took another long stride towards you until now he was right within your personal space. “I want you. I’ve come to take you, to make you mine.”

Your eyes widened yet again and you shook your head violently. “I will never be yours.”

“You must be naive if you truly think that,” Voldemort whispered, his voice low and husky, hitting your ear just right to send shivers up your spine.

“I’m not naive,” you spat.

Voldemort’s breath on your face was hot and overwhelming. Surprisingly, his breath smelt minty, almost as if he had been chewing on a mint moments before this encounter. He leaned into your ear, whispering. “Oh my dear, you’re more naive than you realise.”

The colour drained from your face as his breath fanned across your ear and cheek. He pulled away to stare into your eyes, his icy gaze bore directly into your soul and you couldn’t help but shudder in response. “You’ve been watching me,” you say to him after a few moments of silence.

“Watching you? Yes, I have been watching you, and for quite some time now.”

“Why?”

Voldemort began to circle around you, a tactic he knew would work to make your nerves shoot on edge the second his body left your line of sight. His hand rested on your shoulder and moved to the other almost gracefully as he walked around you. “You intrigue me, young Potter. You’re nothing like your brother.”

“We are different people,” you snapped, turning your head to finally follow his movements.

“I know that, my dear.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“And why should I?” He retorted.

“Because I’m not your ‘dear’,” you spat back.

“Not yet,” he grinned. His grin was toothy and it was enough to send even more shivers down your spine. Eventually, he reached the front of your body after completing a painfully slow circle around you and stopped dead within arms reach. “Tell me, Y/N, are you afraid of me?” You don’t even get a chance to say ‘no’ before he interrupts you. “Don’t lie to me.” Another gulp leaves your throat and all you can do is nod at him. You’d be stupid to say you weren’t afraid of Voldemort. He had been after you and your brother for the past 10 years. He grins widely yet again and reaches a hand out to tuck a piece of stray hair behind your ear, making you shy backwards until you hit a tree. Voldemort stalked towards you, almost as if he were a cat stalking a bird, and placed both of his hands on either side of the tree right next to your head. He had you boxed in now. There was nowhere you could run, and if you tried he would surely make you suffer the consequences for even trying. A pale white hand with extremely long fingernails came up to cup your right cheek, bringing your face closer to his. His aroma was certainly something you hadn’t expected and it was almost intoxicating. You had to shake your head lightly to remind yourself that this man was a monster. And not just any monster, he was the Dark Lord. As if able to read your mind, Voldemort let out a dry chuckle from his throat. “It’s okay to give in to me, darling. Things would be a lot easier if you did.”

“I will never give in to you,” you snapped, moving your head away from his hand.

Voldemort sighed slightly, clearly disappointed with your answer. “Oh my love, you will.” His hand fell down from your cheek to your hip, holding you tightly with an iron grip. You winced at the slight pain in your hip from his hold and tried to break free, but to no avail. “Tell me, what’s going through that pretty head of yours right now?”

A hiccup threatened to erupt from your throat before you finally felt confident enough to answer the Dark Lord. “I’m thinking about how I could kill you right now.”

Another dry chuckle left Voldemort’s lips. “Kill me? Now, now, is that really necessary?” He still wore that annoying grin on his face and it was obvious that he wasn’t the least bit fazed by your threat.

“Necessary? Yes.”

“And what makes you think you could kill me, little one?” He asked, intrigue in his voice. You shrug lightly, unsure of how exactly you would kill him. You could use his own forbidden curse against him, but you were no Dark Witch. At your shrug, Voldemort laughed. A hearty laugh as if you had just told him the most hilarious joke. This frustrated you even more and you struggled against the grip he had on your hips. “You couldn’t kill me if your life depended on it.”

“I’d give it a good go,” you seethed through your teeth. Your eyes turned into little slits as your face scrunched up in anger.

“I could kill you right now, darling, and nobody would come to save you,” he threatened, his laughing coming to a halt. “Does anybody even know you’re out here? All alone?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. You shook your head ever-so-slightly. Of course nobody knew you were out in the forest, alone, in the dead of night. Voldemort grinned yet again and let one of his hands loosen their grip on your hip to retrieve his wand from the inside of his robe. Another breath hitched in your throat as he pressed the tip of his wand to your neck, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Your life was flashing before your eyes; all the mistakes you made, the bad decisions, everything. He laughed viciously as he saw the tears in your lower lash line. “Oh don’t be so dramatic,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “Do you really think I would kill you?”

You blinked rapidly, snapping yourself out of your trance. With a wobbly voice, you responded. “Yes.”

Voldemort huffed; however, the tip of his wand remained pressed against your neck. “I’m not here to kill you. I told you, I'm here to make you mine.” At his words, he trailed his wand down your neck, across your collarbone and down the front of your blouse stopping just above the waistline of your skirt. His movements had been slow and seductive as he grinned down at you. You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a heat pooling between your legs, that your body was betraying you at the evil man stood in front of you. “I can smell you,” he whispered huskily, inhaling the air around the two of you. “Your arousal. It smells so sweet.”

“I’m not aroused,” you snapped back, although you knew that he knew you were lying.

“Oh? You’re not?” He asked casually, another smirk forming on his face. “So if I was to dip a finger down your underwear now, you’d be as dry as a bone?”

“It’s called discharge,” you reply harshly. Voldemort just chuckled at this. He knew you were lying to his face, but he wouldn’t pull you up on it just yet. It was only a matter of time before you fell into his arms and he knew this. “What’s so funny?” You snapped.

“Nothing,” he smirked, waving a hand in front of your face. “I just find it… cute how naive you are.”

“I am not naive!” Voldemort continued his devilish grin at you, one of his hands still grasping your hips tightly while the other remained on his wand stationed just above the waistband of your skirt. He leaned in close to your right ear before nibbling at your lobe. Your breathing was now heavy as his teeth skimmed your skin, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. Fuck. Why was your body betraying you? You felt a jolt of electricity surge through your body as his teeth continued to work at your earlobe, smirking at the noises you were making.

“You make such beautiful sounds, my love,” he whispered, pulling away from your ear slightly to look into your eyes. Immediately you looked away to the left, trying to force the slight blush that was rushing to your cheeks away, or trying to make it so the Dark Lord wouldn’t notice the effect he was having on you. Voldemort wasted no time in kissing your jawline, grunts of approval leaving his lips as your body buckled against his. “Keep making them for me.”

“N-No,” you manage to stammer out. The heat in your cheeks flushing down your body, settling into a dull ache between your thighs.

“No?” Voldemort asked, raising an eyebrow at you. He pulled away from kissing your jaw for a moment to watch the expression on your face, one filled with confusion.

“No,” you repeat more confidently. You puffed your chest out, your breasts pushing against his chest. This action sent Voldemort’s mind into a spiral and his grip on your hip tightened.

He looked down at the tip of his wand resting just above the waistband of your skirt. “Take it off,” he murmured.

“What?”

“Take. It. Off.” Your eyes widened like a deer in headlights as his words processed in your brain. Your heart was hammering against your chest and for good reason. The Dark Lord was telling you to take your skirt off. You went to shake your head in protest, but his grip tightened further. “You don’t have a choice, sweetheart. Take it off.” Your hands shakily made their way to your skirt's waistband, thumbs hooking underneath before pulling it down hesitantly. His hand moved off your hip to give you the means to pull down the item of clothing. You looked up at Voldemort to see him staring at you with a predatory gaze, his wand now tucked delicately back into his robes. Once your skirt pooled at your feet, Voldemort wasted no time in turning you around so you were now facing the tree. Both of his hands now rested on your hips before he felt up your plump ass, squeezing your cheeks together in the palms of his hands. Mumbling something under his breath, Voldemort ripped your underwear from your body and allowed the tattered fabric to float silently down to the forest floor - your pussy now on full display for him to see. You cringed at the fact, and at the feeling of your arousal dripping down your inner thighs.

You wanted to scream, to shout for help, but when you opened your mouth no words were able to come. You found yourself wanting this. One of his feet nestled between your own, forcing your legs apart and ripping a gasp from your throat. Then, a pale slender finger made its way between your thighs, collecting some of your wetness before rubbing slowly at your puffy clit. Already, your knees began to shake. The feeling of pleasure already filling your body and the Dark Lord had barely even touched you. A chuckle brought you out of the little bubble you were in. “Ah, you’re singing so sweetly for me.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, pathetically attempting to close your legs.

Voldemort just laughed darkly in response, his foot staying firmly in place in order to keep your legs wide open. His finger strummed at your clit almost expertly, pushing you to throws of ecstasy that you hadn’t experienced in a long time. “Are you going to cum from this?” Voldemort asked, a shit eating grin on his face. You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to stop yourself from biting back a harsh response and instead just nodded. “Your pussy is so needy. I already know it’s pulsing for my cock.”

At his words, a cry of pleasure left your lips and your knees began to buckle beneath your weight. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave and tears of shame and pleasure fell down your cheeks. The Dark Lord continued his fingers' ruthless assault against your swollen clit until your moans came to a halt and he knew your orgasm had subsided. You were breathing heavily, hands spread out and palms digging into the bark of the forest tree you were facing as if holding on for dear life. You were about to move when you heard the unbuckling of a belt, and the zip of a zipper. Then you felt something heavy and hard pressed up against your ass cheeks. He was big.

Voldemort let his hand grasp the base of his large cock and positioned it at your soaked entrance. Without hesitation, or warning, he pushed the engorged head inside of your cunt forcing a moan to fall from your throat. He whispered praises into your ear as he slowly forced the rest of the inches inside your warm walls and came to a halt, politely giving you a moment to adjust to the foreign sensation invading your body. You took a shaky breath and nodded, giving the Dark Lord the go-ahead to continue. And he did. Mercilessly. His hips snapped against yours and it was as if the world had finally fallen into place for him. This was where he needed to be, forever. Voldemort’s hands grasped your hips tightly as he pounded against you, hitting that sweet spongy spot inside that had you seeing stars already. Nobody had ever fucked you this good, but you’d be damned if you’d say that out loud. “Fuck, you feel so tight,” he growled against your ear, nails digging into your hips. Surely there would be noticeable marks on your hips by the time he was finished with you. “I know you haven’t been fucked for a long time. You think I wasn’t watching you? This whole time, I’ve been in the shadows watching everything you do. Watching everyone you talk to.” At his words, your walls tightened even further, constricting around his cock. This told him everything that he needed to know: you were enjoying this. “Do you like that? The thought of me watching you?” He asked. You nodded your head pathetically, but Voldemort growled in response. “Use your words, my love.”

“Yes,” you gasped out, nails dragging down the bark on the tree in front of you.

“Good girl.”

His praise sent a shockwave through your core and you already felt your second orgasm approaching. You felt ashamed. Ashamed that the man who had tried to kill both you and your brother when you were just babies was making you cum. Ashamed that his cock was drilling in and out of your tight hole. Ashamed that you were loving every moment of it. One of Voldemort’s hands moved from your hips to cup your covered breast, bouncing with the force of his thrusts. He squeezed tightly, another moan slipping past your pursed lips.

“I-I can’t!” You cried out, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder.

Voldemort brought his lips to yours, smashing against yours and immediately slipping his tongue inside of your mouth. His tongue wasted no time in fighting for dominance and his hips never faltered, his rhythm almost out of this world. Your heart continued to beat out of your chest but the second his lips attached to yours, you felt it stop for a second. He groaned into your mouth as your cunt fluttered around his cock, signalling how close you were to your release. He kissed you feverishly, almost desperately before pulling away. A string of saliva connecting your lips. “You can’t? You can’t what, my sweet?” Voldemort asked, a dry laugh on the tip of his tongue.

“I can’t cum again,” you whimpered, your body already feeling as though it was going limp against his.

He continued to thrust against you at an ungodly pace, his cock threatening to spill his own release inside of you at any minute. “You can. I can feel it. Play with your clit,” he demanded. Almost immediately one of your hands fell from the tree in front of you to between your legs, playing with the throbbing bundle of nerves. The second your fingers touched the little bud, it was like a dam breaking. Your entire body shivered with the force of your orgasm, a cry-like scream of Voldemort’s name falling from your lips. Your cunt quivered around his cock, which in turn caused the Dark Lord to spill his seed deep inside of your womb without hesitation. “Fuck Y/N,” he growled, almost angrily. His hips continued to mash against yours, albeit slower, as his creamy cum filled you. Your eyes widened as you realised he had cum inside of you without warning you first, and rage filled your senses. When his cum had stopped pouring inside of you, Voldemort pulled out of you and took a step back admiring his spend which was already dripping from your tight hole. “You look so beautiful like this.” Voldemort used a hand to spread your ass cheeks apart to truly admire the mess he had made before zipping himself back up into his trousers. He tapped your ass cheek with the palm of his hand and grinned at you.

When he made no attempt to move, or do anything but look at you, you bent down to pick up your skirt and tattered underwear from the forest floor. Shame and fear bubbled in your gut. Now he had gotten what he wanted, was he going to finally kill you? You turned to look at him once you were decent again, taking note of the way he stared at you. There was a hint of an emotion in his eyes that you couldn’t quite recognise. “So what? Are you going to kill me now?” You asked bitterly.

“Kill you?” Voldemort asked, snorting as if it was the most ridiculous question in the world. You nodded your head in response. The Dark Lord shook his head. “No. You’re mine now and nothing can change that. You will meet me here again, tomorrow night. At the same time.”

Your heart dropped, and yet simultaneously beat quicker with excitement. Was this the beginning of a love between good and evil? “I will?” You asked, voice trembling.

“Yes, you will. And if you don’t there will be consequences, my love.” You didn’t even want to ask what the consequences would be. You knew with it being a threat from the Dark Lord himself that it couldn’t be anything good. You simply just nodded your head in understanding. “Run along then, my dear. But don’t forget, I’ll be watching you from the shadows. Don’t be telling anybody about tonight. I shall know everything.”

You nod your head and look towards the castle grounds before looking back at Voldemort, almost as if asking for permission to run off. When he nodded his head, you bolted for the castle, desperate to flop into your warm bed where you knew you would be out of harm's way. You hadn’t even gotten halfway to the castle and you could feel the warmth of the blankets smothering you. When you arrived back at your dorm, everyone was already asleep. It made it much easier for you to sneak back inside undetected and avoid the questions of “where have you been?”. You quickly pull on a pair of underwear, throwing your torn ones underneath your pillow to throw away in the morning and got into your comfiest pair of pyjamas. Your bed was so warm and welcoming after everything that you fell asleep almost immediately. When you woke up the next morning, your body was sore. You had woken up to being the only one left in the dorm room and took the time to inspect the countless fingermarks peppering your hips - they were certainly as clear as day, and you knew you couldn’t let anybody see them. There would certainly be questions as to who would leave such marks on you. But the main question was, would you rendezvous with Voldemort again as he had instructed?

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Fine Line Between Duty and Oaths (Part 8)

Gwayne Hightower x Targ!Reader

Summary: The second born daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Aemma is just as brave, beautiful and stubborn as her older sister but cannot deny her growing love for a certain red haired knight who just so happens to be a dear friend's brother. Cherrie's Note: Hi everyone hope you enjoy, please feel free to give any feedback! Masterlist | Previous Part | Next Part

The days after your mother and brother’s funeral were a blur of overwhelming grief, sorrow, and anger. The hollowness left by your mother’s absence weighed down every moment, and the thought of your baby brother, gone so soon after his first breath, only deepened the ache. Yet, alongside the sorrow burned a fierce anger, one you couldn’t contain. It wasn’t directed at the innocent babe, but at your father, King Viserys. His relentless desire for a male heir had cost your mother her life.

The Red Keep, once filled with warmth, now felt cold and oppressive. Every hallway, every room, was haunted by the memory of your mother, her laughter and presence woven into its very walls. But the pain of remembering was laced with bitterness. You couldn't help but think how it was all for nothing. Your father’s obsession had pushed your mother to her limits, and now she was gone. For what? A son, who lived for a mere day?

You found solace in your sister Rhaenyra, the bond between you strengthened by shared grief and a silent understanding. You spent hours together in the godswood, sitting beneath the weirwood tree, its blood-red leaves casting shadows over your faces. Neither of you spoke much at first, the weight of your emotions too heavy for words. But the silence between you was comforting, a reminder that you were not alone in your pain.

"It was all for him," Rhaenyra finally whispered one afternoon, her voice tight with unshed tears. "All because he wanted a son. And now she’s gone."

Your jaw tightened, the anger flaring up again. "She wasn’t just... a vessel," you muttered bitterly. "She was more than that. She deserved better."

A soft rustle of fabric behind you made both of you turn. Alicent Hightower approached cautiously, her face pale but filled with sympathy. She had been your closest friend, and she never neglected your needs. Alicent knelt beside you, her brown eyes soft with compassion as she reached out, taking both your hand and Rhaenyra’s.

"I am so sorry," Alicent whispered, her voice breaking slightly. "I cannot imagine what you must feel, but please, know that I am here. I will always be here."

Rhaenyra’s lips tightened, her anger still too fresh to fully accept the comfort, but she squeezed Alicent’s hand in gratitude nonetheless. You leaned into Alicent’s embrace, allowing yourself a moment of vulnerability as tears welled up in your eyes.

"I just... I can’t understand it," you said quietly, your voice trembling. "Why did it have to come to this? Why wasn’t I enough? Why wasn’t Rhaenyra?"

Alicent’s grip tightened slightly, her voice soft but firm. "You were more than enough. Both of you are more than enough. Your mother knew that. She loved you both so much."

Rhaenyra scoffed, though it was more in pain than dismissal. "Father didn’t. Not until now. All this... all for a son who only lived a day."

Alicent didn’t respond to that. There was nothing to say. The truth of it hung in the air like a sword, sharp and cutting.

Gwayne’s recovery was slow, but steady. You spent countless hours by his bedside, watching as he healed from the injuries inflicted by your uncle Daemon during the tourney. The wound had been deep, and there had been days when you feared he might not recover. But bit by bit, his strength returned. His pale complexion slowly regained colour, and his humour, though weak, began to surface once again.

One evening, as you sat beside him, Gwayne gave you a tired but genuine smile. "You look worse than I do," he teased softly, his voice hoarse but laced with affection.

You managed a small smile in return, though it didn’t reach your eyes. The grief still clung to you, a shadow that refused to lift. "I doubt that," you replied, brushing a hand through his hair. "You’ve looked better."

"Ah, my lady, your words wound me deeper than Daemon’s lance ever could," Gwayne said with a playful groan, wincing as he shifted.

You laughed, a short, dry sound, but the tears quickly followed. Gwayne’s expression softened, and he reached for your hand. "It’s not your fault," he whispered. "None of this is your fault."

His words were a balm to your fractured heart, but they did little to quell the anger that still gnawed at you. "I just... I can’t stop thinking about her. About what she went through. For him."

Gwayne gently pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as you rested your head on his chest. "She loved you. Both of you. She wouldn’t want you to carry this weight alone."

You nodded, though the guilt and anger still lingered. But in Gwayne’s arms, you found a moment of peace, however fleeting. It was enough, for now.

In the days that followed, the court shifted around you, and so did your father’s focus. The loss of your mother and the infant prince had shaken him deeply, and though the kingdom still mourned, there was a question that had to be addressed—who would be his heir? With no surviving sons, all eyes turned to Rhaenyra.

The announcement that she would be named heir to the Iron Throne came with both triumph and bittersweet irony. Everything your mother had endured, all the sacrifices made in pursuit of a male heir, only for the throne to go to Rhaenyra—the daughter who had been there all along.

The ceremony was grand, filled with the pageantry expected of such a historic moment. You stood beside Rhaenyra as she knelt before your father, who placed the heavy gold chain and crown upon her head, naming her Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Seven Kingdoms. The lords and ladies of the realm gathered to swear their fealty to her, though you knew some did so begrudgingly, the age-old preference for a male ruler still lingering in their minds.

Alicent stood nearby, her expression filled with quiet pride as she watched her closest friend take her rightful place. Yet, you couldn’t ignore the tension that still hung in the air. The crown that now sat on Rhaenyra’s head was one your father had long wanted for a son. But the gods had willed it otherwise.

After the oaths were sworn, Rhaenyra caught your gaze, her expression solemn. Despite the pride she undoubtedly felt, the sadness was still there, just beneath the surface. The two of you had been thrust into roles neither of you had expected so soon—heir to the Iron Throne, and the one left to carry the weight of a motherless legacy.

As the court dispersed, Rhaenyra took your hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. "We’ll make her proud," she whispered, her voice steady, though her eyes shone with unshed tears. "No matter what."

You nodded, the grief still heavy in your chest. But you both knew, no matter what the future held, you would face it together. You had Alicent by your side, and Gwayne slowly recovering, but above all, you had each other. Sisters, bound by love, loss, and now—destiny.

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Keeping Up With The Camerons

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Keeping up with the Camerons

Episode 1 - Kildare Royalty

Episode transcript (/ means cut scene, bold italics means narrator, bold means host)

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Kooks. And Pogues. Two tribes. One island.

Or in this case..

The Camerons. Kildare. One family. The whole island.

I am your host Ryan Seacrest, and THIS is Keeping up with the Camerons!

The sun sat high in the clear sky, beaming over the island and its people, as the wind stay at a calming pace; peacefully pushing through each tree of the TannyHill Estate. The hot temperatures filling the air with a sticky dew as the land fell quiet in tranquility. The island keeping true to its nickname, ‘Paradise’.

“Let’s meet the family.”

A tight-faced man with a catchy smile speaks to the camera, his hand gesturing past the screen as his head bobs in the same direction. The camera follows his gaze round to the couch opposite.

Arranged on the cushions sits, Ward, Rose, Rafe, Sarah and Wheezie Cameron.

Ward sat by himself on a single seater beside the edge of the left hand side of the couch. His hair stuck tightly to the top of his head as he held himself with a humble appearance of a loose, white, half-unbuttoned shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of navy pants tightly fitted around his thighs, completed with an expensive silver-plated watch that sparkled with every movement he made.

Rose had herself next to Ward, on the couch, sitting lazily in the corner of a bundle of cushions by his hand, that rested against the arm of the seat, gently grazing her skin in a way to calm her irritated complexion. Her posture was well-presented, however her facial expressions were dismissive of the cameras infront of her. Clearly not impressed or too bothered by the experience to come. She had on: a floral pink shirt tucked into a pair of white jeans that sat above her ankles, a pair of flip-flops held loosely on her feet as her left leg crossed over the other. A glass of white wine gripped into her palm against her leg; presumably easing the moment.

Beside her sat her step-daughter, Wheezie. Her features showed quite the opposite feeling towards the situation. A big pure smile covered her rosy cheeks, her curls placed thoughtfully around her shoulders as her glasses lent gently against the button of her nose. On her figure, she wore a blue velvet dress that came down to her knees, neatly tucked under her legs as her hands rested against them. Her pale skin contrasted with the bands of colourful beads around her wrist which matched her sisters next to her.

Sarah had a similar look, wearing a white summer-dress that barely reached the peak of her thighs. Her sandy hair fell perfectly to shape her baby-like face; taken by an almost perplexed look as if only suddenly been informed of the situation and having to fake a smile to push through it. Her expression not being believable in the slightest, if so. Her legs, like her step-mothers, were crossed over one another in a lady-like fashion; showing off her respect for the attention being forced on her and her family even despite the lack of enthusiasm.

Lastly, on the furthest side, sat Rafe. His careless form thrown at the cushions, legs spread and arms splayed out against the back of the couch as if it were some informal gathering with his friends; The intentional grin spread across his face, however, speaks otherwise. The enjoyment of the cameras being very evident on his features made him almost seem more mature about the situation than the rest. His hair was pushed back over his head messily and his ocean blues were piercing in the sunlight that shone through the glass doors opposite. A tight pink polo sat around his toned figure, accompanying the khaki pants it was tucked into. A pair of sliders on his feet to contrast the supposed smart attire.

Another camera shot was added to face the host, his features held strongly to a welcoming smile. “Could you all introduce yourselves please? Starting over here!” He points his hand towards the edge of the couch.

Ward’s lips part as the corners lift to an even bigger smile, “Hello, I’m Ward Cameron!” He says holding a proud grin to the camera as he emphasises a wave, his watch shuffling down his arm slightly at the motion.

Ryan’s gaze follows along next, towards Rose. She lets out a heavy sigh as she sits up, her grip on the glass of wine tightening, “Hi, I’m Rose.” She speaks planely, no emotion to accompany her words, her effort to hide her annoyance becoming little to none. Her head quickly turns to Wheezie to push the attention off of herself.

The camera joins her focus. Wheezie lets out a quiet ‘oh’ when she realises she’s expected to speak. She raises her shoulders as her smile reappears, pushing her index finger to the bridge of her glasses to adjust them. “Immm.. Wheezie Cameron!” She stutters as her cheeks redden; the anxiety of the rooms eyes on her taking over, but managing a sweet smile to mask her nerves as she pats down her dress hem to keep her fingers occupied. Despite her excitement for the upcoming experience, her worries don’t ever seem to budge.

Sarah was already prepared, her position not changing from her first appearance. She nods to herself as a smile makes its way to her face, “Hey, I’m Sarah!” Her face not looking as believable as she thinks; Her body held in closed language, expressing her lack of excitement.

The camera holds for a minute, taking in Sarah’s expressions before Ryan prompts the cameraman to move on. Wards facade slips slightly at the action whilst the others seem too preoccupied with their own thoughts to notice.

Rafe’s face remained mischievous, as if there were some intent behind his reasoning for agreeing to do the show other than because his father asked. “You already know, I’m Rafe Cameron!” He tries to hide the smirk that pushes onto his lips but fails as the camera picks it up. His hand taps against the back of the couch behind Sarah’s head, neither her nor the rest of their family understanding why he’s being so compliant.

Sarah scoffs at his words and Rose rolls her eyes, sipping at her glass finally; a small giggle slipping from Wheezie’s mouth that she’s quick to cover with her hand. The action causing Rafe to chuckle to himself, getting the reaction he wanted.

Ward was proud of his family as he looked over them, as if he were some King admiring his people. He gives Sarah a reassuring nod; tugging a small smile to her lips.

Ryan nods with the same grin on his face from minutes before, “So, how is everyone feeling?”

A mixture of ‘goods’ and ‘fines’ were thrown around the room, causing a small furrow in the hosts brow. He coughs to clear the air, opening his mouth to speak before a voice interrupts.

“How’re you?” He looks over to notice the voice was Wheezie, a bubbly expression accompanied her words.

Ryan can’t help but light up at the question, normally he’s the one to ask all the questions, the attention never being on him. “I’m.. yeah I’m good thank you! Excited to be here with you guys. It’s a pleasure.”

She smiles to his answer; Ward’s face lifting at the enthusiasm from atleast one person he loves. “I’m glad you’re here too! It’s exciting to be able to have an opportunity like this, especially when I’ve been trying to sort it for a few weeks now! It kind of felt like a lost cause at one point.” He chuckles away to himself, pushing the tension of the previous situation out his head.

“Hm, yeah I had to put a few mentions out there to make this happen for you!”

“Well thank you, as you can tell we’re all very much looking forward to it.” He jokes as he looks around at the bored expressions over on the couch.

Ryan laughs with him, “I can very much tell!”

“Are you going to ask questions or can I go do the laundry?” From previous moments you could tell Rose was holding back from speaking, but the jokes were only causing more irritation. The three kids give each other ‘the look’ and start giggling to one another.

“Honey don’t be rude, it’s nice to have a bit of small talk beforehand; get to know what your getting yourself into. You’ll get the laundry done soon I promise..” He whispers the last part, trying his best to comfort her. He knows she doesn’t like people bothering her but he also knows that with some pushing, she’ll warm up to the cameras.

One look at Ward and her body immediately melts, her face softening and a smile tugging at her cheeks. She nods to him, batting her lashes, “Okay.. sorry.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be doing the interviews privately so you have plenty of time to do your housework.”

She nods, but stays silent. Any next word that comes out her mouth will only cause more tension.

Silence holds the air for a minute or two before Ryan clears his throat, “Right.”

He looks around at everyone, “I was going to talk to you all as a family first but you all seem to have things you need to do so.. Ward!” He raises his hand to gesture towards him, “I’ll speak to you first. The rest of you can stick around and I’ll get you when we’re ready.” He gives them a nod as each of them don’t hesitate to get up from the couch, removing themselves from the situation almost instantly.

Rafe stands around for a moment, hands in his trouser pockets, a small frown tugging at his brow.

“You okay, son?” Ward questions as he moves himself into a better position for the focus of the camera.

Rafe’s shoulders raise at his question, “Just- Yeah I’m fine.” He nods, pushing away his frustration as he gives the camera a little smile.

“Is Bella free? Maybe she and Callum could come round to keep you occupied while you wait!” Ward suggests, trying his best to satisfy Rafe’s needs, which isn’t always the easiest thing to do.

“Yeah I’ll go see. Can I be next?” The eagerness that radiated from Rafe caused a smile upon Wards face.

“You know Rafe, you’re the only person actually willing to give something to this show at the moment. I really appreciate it, thank you! And yes I’m sure you can go next.”

Rafe smiles once more as the host butts in, “Of course you can! We won’t be long.” Ryan reassures him as Rafe makes his way to the garden to make a phone call.

“Right shall we start?”

“I think that’s best!” Ward chuckles, smoothing out his hair and repositioning his watch on his wrist as he adjusts himself to face the camera again.

“May I start off by asking, who’s Bella and Callum?”

Ward lets out a small laugh as a smile pulls at his lips, more genuine than the last, and his eyes light up by the simple mention of their names. “They are..” He coughs to clear his throat as just the thought of them alone makes him bubble with happiness. “They are my adopted children. Well.. I’ve raised them from a very young age so they’re practically my own. I wouldn’t have asked for it any other way if I’m being honest. Wait that sounds.. I mean.. nevermind! But they’re Rafe’s best friends if that’s what you were asking.”

“Ah okay, so.. I’m assuming their parents are out the picture then? Or do you help?”

“I’m sorry I don’t really think that’s my place to say. They’re very sensitive to the topic. Could we get back to the show please?”

Ryan pauses for a moment, seeing how defensive Ward got almost instantly after his question, he smiled a little before realising what he said, “Yes sorry of course! Sorry for the question.”

“So Ward, you’re the man behind the plan. Tell us, what was your thought process when deciding to make your own reality show.”

“Well, I’m a man from nothing, I’m a ‘Pogue’ as the kids call it. I built this life for myself and my family from the ground up, and I’m proud of myself. I feel like making this show isn’t about showing off our money, it’s about showing off the type of people we are and proving that working hard gets you far! We are all proud of where we stand, but it also comes with its disadvantages. And I felt like having a show of our own to show everyone that money doesn’t make everything easier, is necessary. Because people think that we take advantage of our money when in reality all it does is pay for our bills, not our happiness.”

“So Rafe, you’re very eager to be a part of this show and put yourself out there!”

“Correct.” Rafe nods, not even bothered by how cocky he seems. His legs spread, leaning his arms against his knees as his grin never budges off his face once.

“What would you say is the purpose of this show? Why do you think Ward has brought you all to do this? And what would you like to gain from it?”

“If I’m being honest, Ward wants the attention. He’s a hard working man who has a lot to show! I don’t blame him. He has good kids and a nice house, he wants to show off. And again, I would too. I don’t really care for the purpose of the show, I just think it’s needed, to show those Pogues what to be jealous of. We worked hard for this shit. They don’t do anything and expect to also have a big house and loads of money. That’s not how it works. You gotta earn it. And we do. This shows gonna teach them to respect us, as they should.”

“Hi, Wheezie, right?”

“Right!” She smiles, the small act of remembering her name was enough to make her relax a little more. He was friendly, and she works well with friendly.

“Ready to answer some questions for us?”

She nods, sitting up and tucking her arms into her stomach to stop herself from fiddling, not wanting the camera or the audience to pick up on her nerves.

“I’ve asked Rafe and Ward this question already, but, what would you say is the purpose for this show? And what would you like to come out of it?”

“Umm..” She giggles nervously, pushing her glasses up her nose as she takes a minute to think. “I’d say, the purpose of the show.. I think my dad wants to show everyone how hard he works for us! He does everything for me and my family. I think he wants everyone to know that he earns his money and treats us with it. He doesn’t splash it around and show off. That’s what I love about him if I’m being honest. He’s so caring! And he wants people to look up to him, not fear him or hate him for his money. He’s the nicest man we know. And I think everyone should know that too!”

“That was very special. Almost the same as his own answer so well done! Is there anything you’d like to get from this show? Or are you simply on it because you’re part of the family?”

“No, I’m only doing it because Ward was so excited about it, and he made it out like this revolutionary idea and so I wanted to see if he was right. And I guess there’s only one way to find out,” She giggles at her words, slowly but surely warming up to the attention. Not finding it so difficult to think straight anymore. “But I also think it would be quite cool for everyone to see how we live. Like we’re famous or something!” She enjoys her words as her lips pull into another smile, teeth on show, genuine.

“I think, my dad wanted to do this to show people what our lives are really like. Being rich, people have their opinions on us, that we have it easy. But we all have things going on that no one knows about, or that only our closest friends know, so I think it’ll be quite interesting but also quite scary to share all of that with everyone. However I think it’ll be a good thing for us, especially for Rafe who barely shares anything with anyone, or even struggles to be himself with a lot of people, so I think this will definitely be good for him to have that opportunity to show himself properly. For me, I think from the show what I want is closure. If you get what I mean. Sharing these things with the world, these personal secrets that I’ve kept to myself for so long, I’d want something out of it. Something that’ll benefit me. I think the show will be good for me to realise and appreciate all the little things. This life that we live, we consider it ‘normal’. So to have the chance to sit down and really think about everything, I think it’ll help me to not take advantage of how lucky we really are.”

“The purpose of the show, as Ward said to me, is to bring everyone down to Earth. To show them that just because we have money, it doesn’t mean we have it easy. Everyone has their problems and their struggles that they deal with quietly, and I think this show will help to prove that even us, Kooks, have things going on too. Yes we’re lucky because we have the fancy cars, the big house, the lack of worry for money. But it doesn’t mean that we’re always happy. Everyone has something to deal with, and for us, it’s not money, but other things. This will show people that we aren’t all emotionless snobby animals. We all have feelings and issues that we struggle with everyday, and Ward wants to share that with everyone. So they know that each and every person has their own life, and everyone has it difficult in some way or another no matter how rich or poor you are.” The bottle of white wine finally hits Rose; the chores being done and the conversation with Ward beforehand has settled her. She’s accepted that this is how their life is going to be from now on, with a little compensation from Ward to keep her going.

“Ward, tell the audience a little about yourself.”

“Okay. Um, I’m Ward Cameron, I’m fifty-six, and I own a business called Cameron Developments; but I mostly stay at home and just file the paper work, make sure everyone’s doing their jobs properly! I have three beautiful children, and two amazing adopted children. I have a perfect wife who has taken in my children as her own since she’s joined our family. Annnnd.. I think that’s it haha.”

“I’m Rafe Cameron, I’m nineteen. I play golf, and ride a motorcycle, any of you pretty girls want a ride, hit me up..” He winks at the camera, obviously not meaning what Ryan or any of the camermen understood. Ryan looked at him as if expecting more so Rafe huffed and pulled something up on the spot, “I have four close friends, two sisters, a dad and a step mum. Don’t think there’s much else to be said.” Rafe’s expectations for the show were slowing drifting away as he began to grow irritated at the lack of interesting questions.

“Umm, I’m Wheezie Cameron! I’m thirteen, I have an older sister and an older brother. I like to write, and make bracelets with Sarah. And I also like to have girls nights with her, Rose and Rafe’s friend, Bella. We bake and watch movies and stuff, it’s really fun!”

“Imm, Sarah, I’m sixteen, I have a boyfriend called Topper. I like to go to the beach and go out with my friends. I think that’s it.” The lack of preparation made it hard for her to think of anything other than the bare minimum, making her answer seem almost fake. She puts on a false smile to try and cover the awkwardness.

“Well, I’m Rose Cameron. Im a stay at home mum. I help Ward with his business and I also run a real estate agency!” She pulls a smile, the interview finally being about something she loves, her. Somehow another glass of wine has made its way into her hand as the breeze from the now open doors blows her hair around in a rather attractive manner; complimenting her now, extroverted composure.

“Ward. What would you say is your favourite part about this family?”

“God, only one? Uhh.. Well. I think I’d have to say, how different we all are. The kids aren’t the closest but it means we always have something to talk about. Rafe always telling us about his friends’ drama, Sarah always coming up with crazy stories and Wheezie talking about her new hobbies. Aswell as the additional arguments between Callum and Bella; it always makes for a very interesting dinner. The family talks are definitely my favourite I’d say!”

“And.. who would you say you’re the closest to?”

“Definitely my angel, Sarah. Bella comes a close second. I just spent the most time with Sarah growing up so we have the most in common. And Bella’s just a sweetheart to be around. Always making me smile.”

“So Bella is a big part of your life then?”

“Yeah I’d say so. I raised her, taught her everything she needs to know, and now she walks around as one of my own. She’s here almost everyday, and she’s always up for anything. I love her.”

“Rafe, Ward mentioned that Bella and Callum are your closest friends. Could you go into that? How did you meet?”

Rafe’s smile reappears at the mention of them. Him now suddenly re-interested in the conversation; sitting back more comfortably as he finally wants to get deep into something, a gentle grin replaces his previous glare. “Well, yeah he’s right. Bella’s probably closer to me but I grew up with them both. Them, aswell as Topper and Kelce, are my only real friends. We’re always together. There’s really not a moment when we’re ever doing anything alone. I met them all when I was a kid; Topper and Kelce I met through our parents. And Bella and Callum moved in with us like ten years ago?” He takes a moment to look over at Ward who was sat just out the shot. He gives him a quick nod to confirm his words before Rafe turns back to the camera. A proud grin now spread across his cheeks. “Yeah. Ten years ago! They all met each other through me and vice versa. Then ever since we’ve just kinda been inseparable. All of us.”

“You spoke about Bella and Callum moving in correct?”

“Yes, well, they moved back out a few years ago. I would tell you they got kicked out but Wards watching so..” Rafe lowers his voice as he leans forward onto his legs again, causing suspicion amongst Ward’s face. “But yeah they moved back home but basically still live here anyways with how much they’re always over.” He chuckles trying to push the previous sentence away, with full intention to speak on it later when Ward isn’t around to hear.

Ward stayed in the room to ‘supervise’. Survey Rafe’s interview to make sure he doesn’t say anything too private or out of line on the first episode.

“You have to be careful with Rafe.” Ward explains, now moved outside. The sun almost completely covered by the sea edge and the wind had picked up since the last shot of him, made evident in the way he let his hair follow the winds lead. “He doesn’t think before he speaks. But he also doesn’t care for others feelings that much, he likes to speak his mind. So yeah I had to stick around for his interview to make sure he doesn’t talk about anything unnecessary or out of pocket. He tends to do it quite a lot with all of us and it does cause some tension. It’s one of the reasons why we like having Bella and Cal' around, because they seem to occupy his mind and also take over the cause of disagreement.”

“A boyfriend? May I ask, is this the same Topper, Rafe is friends with?”

"Yes it is! Well I mean, me and Topper met first, in Middle School, and so Rafe became close with him because of me. So if anything, he has me to thank." She smiles smugly at the camera, tilting her head slightly to rub it in Rafe's face.

"How is it going between you two, may I ask? Still going strong?"

Those words manage to pull out a genuine smile, her face lighting up at the mention of her boyfriend, causing less tension between her and the camera. She readjusts herself on the couch, patting down her dress as it began to rise. "He's so sweet. I don't see how there could be any issues between us. We're more than perfect if that's even possible," She lets out a small breathy laugh at her own words, the smitten look written all over her face; her cheeks blushed and eyes glistening. "I see him almost everyday because he’s friends with Rafe anyways so it’s like a win-win for all of us really! And Ward loves him so that’s a bonus.”

“That’s sweet, it’s nice to hear you’re all very close!”

“Yeah well I mean, I’m close with them all. But Sarah and Bella fell out a few years back and Rose doesn’t particularly like her very much so it can be awkward sometimes. But they all do it for me so they just remember that and then it’s all okay!”

“I knew Bella was a friend of Rafe’s. Is she a good friend of yours too then?”

“Mmmmhm.. Best friend actually! Hm..” she giggles to herself as she pulls herself closer to the camera, “I actually think they like each other.. She denies it but even Topper and Kelce agreed theres something going on..” she sits back. “I guess we’ll all find out together after this comes out wont we.” She giggles again as her shoulders rise with her smile.

“I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for that..” Ryan gives Wheezie a wink as he lowers his voice, causing a small laugh to fall from her lips.

He sits back crossing his legs, “Wheezie what do you do on a girls night then?”

“Um, well normally it’s the full day. If so then we’d go out shopping or go on the boat or something. Then we’d come home and even bake or make pizzas and then eat it whilst watching a movie. We sometimes paint our nails and stuff too. Oh! And also Sarah and Bella share all the boy gossip. We try to get Rose to but she thinks it’s weird seeing as Wards our dad but I don’t get why?”

“Rose, earlier, Wheezie mentioned that you don’t particularly like Bella that much? Could you tell us why?”

She shows us a tight smile, her eyes falling at the mention of Bella’s name. Rose sighs heavily as she leans back against the couch crossing her arms like a toddler. “Because why should I? She stole Rafe from us, she takes up all Wards time, her and her brother are always here invading our space. Theres no reason to like her! It’s a stupid question.”

The change in tone made Ryan almost uncomfortable as he begins to break into a sweat. A man angry is scary, but a mother angry is worse. And Rose herself is one scary woman. “Right um.. Do you not think that maybe she’s just trying to be nice? She makes Rafe and Wheezie very happy do you see that?”

“What is this? An interview about me or her?”

"Well Ward unless there's anything else you'd like to talk about I think that's it!"

"Oh great! I think I'm all good, did you want to start on the tour?"

“Rafe, Ward also brought up how Bella is a special part of his life. Does that apply to you too?”

Rafe lets out a small breathy laugh at the question, not understanding why he was getting so personal all of a sudden. “I mean yeah obviously but-”

His attention is taken as his focus moves to behind Ryan, the glass doors open and a small figure pops a head through. “Umm sorry.. is it a bad time?”

Ryan opens his mouth to answer but before he could, Rafe had already made his way over, a camera following to capture the moment. “Of course not! Whats wrong?”

“Oh um.. I was just going to ask for the key to the refrigerator on the boat? We can’t get in..” A quiet giggle leaves the girls lips as Rafes curl into a helpless smile.

“Don’t be stupid Bells. Just gotta ask! Don’t gotta be so nervous. The cameras are just cameras..” His hand grazes her own as he reassures her; he turns around to go over to the kitchen.

Bella’s gaze follows the camera, a smile tugging at her soft lips. She lifts her hand and gives the camera a wave. “Hi!”

“Bella correct?”

“Umm..” She was caught off guard by the sudden statement. She steps closer to get a better view of him. “Correct! But how do you-”

“Rafe and Ward have both mentioned you once or twice. It’s nice to meet you!”

She smiles once again, this time her cheeks blushing along. “It’s nice to meet you too! What’ve they said may I ask?” She laughs nervously as she takes a seat on the couch opposite the large-framed man, tugging at her crop top slightly so she wasn’t flashing anyone by accident.

“Oh you came to join hm?” Rafe places himself next to her, his arm effortlessly falling around her neck.

She giggles as her eyes take his, “Nope! Just wondering what you’ve said about me that’s all.” Her smile doesn’t fade as he raises an eyebrow, his head turns to Ryan as he squints his eyes slightly, trying to pick up on if he’s told her or not.

“I haven’t said anything?”

“Mmmhm sure.” The amusement not leaving her face as he looks back at her. A grin creeping onto his lips, “Excuse me? You gonna be quiet or you gonna leave? Your choice.”

Her jaw drops jokingly as if he just offended her; she turns to face Ryan, the same intentional stare Rafe wore an hour previous. “Is he behaving? He’s not being rude to you is he?”

“Right! What’s that supposed to mean then?”

She giggles but doesn’t take her eyes off of Ryan, “Yes I’d say so.” He chuckles at her enthusiasm and pure genuineness to her question, “He was just about to tell me if you-”

“Lalalalalala.” Rafe quickly interrupts shoving his hands over Bella’s ears as he guides her to the door. “He doesn’t know what he’s saying. I’m done with the interview!”

She rips his hands from her ears, her mouth agape as her eyes frown, “What were you about to tell him?” She tilts her head slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re on about! I think you should go before Callum beats my ass for taking up your time.”

“Rafe we aren’t done!”

“Yes we are!”

“Rafe?? Go finish the interview, you were looking forward to it!” She pushes him lightly in the chest, gesturing for him to go sit back down.

He rolls his eyes but obliges nonetheless. She giggles once more, poking her head round to Ryan and smiling again, “Behave!” She points a finger to Rafe before a realisation hits her face, “Oh! And thank you for the key!” She shakes the keychain towards him as if he didn’t know what a key was before waving goodbye to the cameras and Ward, and leaving, skipping down to the boat.

“Well she’s a sweetheart, wouldn’t you say Rafe?”

Rafe’s brow furrows, knowing what he’s implying.

Ryan doesn’t let up as he gets straight to the point, “Do you like her?”

“Yeah I’d say she has a special place in my heart like Ward! Now can I go? Thank you!” He changed the subject before unhesitatingly jumping off the couch and headed straight outside; avoiding the whole question.

Ryan and Ward both let out a heavy laugh as Ward walks into frame, “I’m telling you right now, he doesn’t get nervous like that. I’ll leave it at that.” He grins before heading off to do his own thing, leaving Ryan with the open-ended answers of does he or doesn’t he? He smiles to himself before finding Wheezie.

“Are you having a girls night tonight? Seeing as everyone’s here!”

“What do you mean? Sorry. Bella isn’t here?” She tilts her head in confusion, having to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

Ryan sniffles, holding back an obvious laugh, “Bella’s.. Bella’s on the boat! You didn’t know that?”

“Bella’s here??” Her demeanour changes. Her body lifts as her eyes light up, a soft smile taking her lips. She grips onto the edge of the couch to hold herself from getting up.

“Uh yes she is!” There’s a small pause. Ryan watches Wheezie as if she was about to say something and Wheezie waits for Ryan to move the conversation along, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the silence.

He coughs and his fingers find his hair, “Would you uh..” He contemplates his next words not knowing if he should cut the interview short or not. “Do you want to go?”

You see her lips quiver, her mouth opening and closes contemplating the same exact thought before settling back down into the couch. “No, no.. I shouldn’t! I mean.. I can see her later!” The tone of her voice was evidently disappointed. With how sweet she’s been and how patient she was Ryan couldn’t help but feel bad for her determination for the show; when everyone else was quick to move on.

“No it’s fine you go! We had finished the questions anyways.” He gives her a reassuring smile as he stands up. He lied straight through his teeth it was obvious. This whole time there were no set questions. Anyone could’ve known that. But with Wheezie’s mind somewhere else she didn’t even think to question him.

Her lips grow wider as she lifts herself from the couch, opening her arms wide to gesture a hug. Ryan takes the opportunity, gently patting her back and whispering in her ear. Barely made out by the camera, “You deserve it..”

She smiles once more, waving bye to the camera before running off quickly outside.

“Sarah I didn’t want to bring this up but I’m not sure what else to ask really. Wheezie told me that you and Bella don’t like each other. Why?”

“Uhh.. I dont understand? I never said I don’t like her? We just don’t talk.”

“Sarah?” A small voice radiates through the air causing the blonde to look away from the camera.

“Hey Wheez, you okay?”

“Yeah. Um.. Topper wants you!” She plays with the string of her bikini that she only just changed into from the boat.

“Okay. Well Ryan said we’re finished so I’ll be out in a second!”

“Okayyyy!” Wheezie skips off back outside.

And with that the interviews were done. More will be revealed throughout the rest of the week so don’t worry about the lack of questions. We’re finding everything out at the same time as the rest of you!

Whilst Rose makes dinner and Ward gives us a tour, the kids take some time to rest on the boat. The cameramen and I will join them but after today, all filming at home will be done by pre-setup cameras. You’ll see me around from time to time but other than that, my time here in TannyHill has come to an end! Thank you.

“Oh my god??”

“Topper stop your gonna get hurt!”

“Top your not close enough!”

“Rafe??”

“What’s going on here?” Ryan steps into the boat, the sudden shock causes Topper to lose his footing and fall off the edge of the boat, a big splash of water hitting everyone close enough, including Ryan.

The kids all can’t help but laugh, Rafe’s radiates in the air whilst Wheezie covers her mouth, knowing she shouldn’t really be laughing. The only person not to laugh would be Sarah. She quickly runs over to the edge of the boat and leans over, giving Topper her hand to pull him back up.

“Thanks..” He wraps his arms round himself as he tries his best not to shiver whilst Bella runs inside to grab him a towel.

“Um. Im sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Topper scoffs, “Scare me? You didn’t scare me don’t worry. I just.. slipped!”

Kelce and Rafe both look at one another, whispering something inaudible to the cameras.

“Top you wouldn’t have fallen if you weren’t scared!” Bella mocks as she hands him the towel, his eyes snap to her. She giggles quietly as she stares back, “What’s wrong?”

“Say that again Bells.. I dare you!”

She shrugs, dropping herself beside Rafe, his grip on her waist was tight enough that she wasn’t scared for Toppers reaction, “Okay! You wouldn’t have fallen if you weren’t scared!” She giggles again, this time slightly muffled as Topper jumps for her, the towel falling off him as he chases Bella inside.

“For fuck sake..” An unfamiliar voice speaks up. Ryan and the others look over at him.

“Cal I swear just leave her be for once.” He mumbles sharply, eyes burrowing into Callum’s skull.

Despite Rafe’s attempt at stopping his next move, Callum ignores him and gets up anyways.

“Dude?? It’s not like he’s gonna hurt her. Jesus calm down!” Kelce steps in, as he noticed the look in Rafe’s eyes.

“Rafe can’t stand the way Cal treats Bella. It’s obvious I’m sure you’ve all noticed it too. But to be fair we all can’t. It’s not like Topper did anything wrong and as far as we all knew, Bella was smiling and laughing and everything. She was fine. Cal was just being unnecessary!” Kelce states, later on in the evening. The air was cooler and the sky was dark. He was outside by the pool, slightly private from the rest of his friends in the living room. The host was taking turns to pull them out separately to speak on the day. Just like he did with the rest of the family earlier.

Callum takes a glance at Kelce before noticing a camera inside the boat. Whatever happens, it’d be caught on camera. He has nothing to worry about. Without a word he sits himself back down next to Rafe.

“Dude just gotta chill alright..” Rafe slaps his arm.

Ryan places himself on the edge of the boat as he watches Topper and Bella come back outside, Bella now on his back giggling to herself.

“Wheezie!” Roses voice appears from around the corner. Wheezie’s eyes widen and she quickly runs off back down the dock. Sarah also lifts herself from the chair, “I’m gonna go too..” she mutters to Topper before placing a kiss to his cheek and stepping away from the boat.

“Sarah’s avoiding the cameras! She hates it. Unless it’s about her or she’s asked a question she has no reason to be on it and therefore she won’t be. It’s fair enough. I just don’t get it tho like this shows about her you know?” Topper explains as he runs his fingers through his golden strands.

“Well.. nice to meet you all!”

Everyone repeats his words back as they turn themselves to face the camera. “Well Rafe mentions how you’ve all been friends for some time. How did that all start?”

They all look at one another waiting for someone to answer. No one does for an awkward minute so Bella speaks up, “Well I mean, after mine and Cals dad passed we moved in here with Rafe. And by that point he was already friends with Topper and Kelce so we all just got close through each other!”

“Bella, Sarah mentioned how you two don’t talk anymore? Why?”

Her shoulders shrug as her eyes follow to her brother. “I’m not too sure. We were friends for a few years and then she kinda just.. stopped talking to me. I don’t know people grow out of things I guess..”

“Oh that’s a shame. But you have these four now!”

“Yep! And I wouldn’t change it for anything!” She smiles softly, the boys coo at her as Rafe wraps his arm round her neck, pulling her closer to his chest. He places a kiss to her head as the other boys start making out with the air.

Bella giggles at the joke but Cal wasn’t taking it as he chucks an empty can at their heads, ultimately silencing the group.

The awkward silence causes a few quiet giggles which soon erupt into a mass of laughter.

One look at the other and they cracked. So they forced themselves to stop and look anywhere but each other.

“You guys seem like you get along very well-” A few snickers follow, “In every group there’s a dynamic right? Like the funny one or the smart one. What would you all name yourselves?”

They all look around as silence hits once more. Bella looks up at Rafe and immediately her eyes light up, pushing herself to sit up using his thigh. “Rafe’s the ‘slut’ of the group!” The others begin laughing again as Rafes faces scrunches, his head tilts to her as his eyes sit wide. He lets out a small sigh, “I can’t argue with that to be fair.”

“He literally tells me, in detail, every little thing that happens on a date. Like it’s everyday there’s someone new and I don’t actually care.”

“I thought you know.. cos you’re the ‘virgin’ of the group you’d wanna know?”

Her mouth falls as she smacks his chest, “Your an asshole!”

He laughs at her expression, before soon apologising quietly.

“Nah I’d say that Bella’s definitely the mum of the group!” Topper finally admits, his giggles finally subsiding.

“Oh yeah totally!” Kelce agrees as Bella’s smile comes back, her head turning towards them shyly as a small blush takes her cheeks.

“The other day we came to hers after we got into a fight-“

Bella sighs, lifting her hand up to the camera in shock, “With my best friend by the way!”

“Oh yeah! She has OTHER friends!” Rafe scoffs jokingly as she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah one!”

“Two..” he corrects, earning him another smack, this time to his arm.

“Anyway..” Kelce chuckles as his and Toppers eyes stick on the other two for a while. “Yeah okay we got into a fight with her friend-”

“Who, may I ask?”

“Uh JJ Maybank!” Bella blurts out proudly, a smile taking her lips as her cheeks redden once again. Cal groans at the name and Rafe scoffs.

“I swear to God everytime I speak about him, it’s made out like such a big deal. It’s not. We’re just friends?”

“We were like bleeding and shit, bare in mind this was like three in the morning! And she came and cleaned us all up and then slept in the living room with us.”

“To be fair we’re only still all alive cos of Bella so.. thanks!” Topper laughs.

She smiles at the camera, shrugging her shoulders, “What can I say!”

They all laugh with her before Ryan, again, cuts the moment short. “So how did you and JJ meet then? Seeing as he is on the other side of the island!”

“Well I mean I met him through John B! John B works for Ward and I go with him whenever he goes down to the docks. So yeah me and John B got close but me and JJ got closer!”

“Unfortunately..” Rafe mutters and Bella shoots him a dirty look, Kelce pipes up, “To be fair he’s not wrong! Whats wrong with us? The Kooks not good enough for you?” He mocks knowing he’s getting under her skin.

“I.. obviously not! You guys are family to me! I just sometimes want to talk about you guys with someone else.”

“Wait-”

“What??”

She giggles, “I’m joking dickheads!”

“Bella, sorry to ask but-“ just those few words caught Cal’s attention. He looks up at him suddenly, eyes sharp and brows furrowed. Bella looks up at him too, but with the opposite complexion; her face holding a sweet smile.

“Earlier, when you were on the phone with Rafe, you sounded upset. What happened?”

“Dude what the fuck? Why’s that got anything to do with you??” Rafe interrupts, his voice harsh. His eyes cutting deep into Ryan as his hand finds Bella’s back; pulling her in slightly.

Her eyes widen as she takes a glance at him, “Rafe..??”

“No! He’s got no business being all in your fucking issues this ain’t the Brooks show??”

“You gonna ask actual questions or you gonna leave? We were fine here without you bothering us!” Callum states plainly, bored of the constant interrogation. His body shifts to sit closer to Bella, facing away slightly so she was partly hidden from the camera.

“Oh my god.. I’m sorry! Maybe we could talk another time?” Bella’s face falls as her mouth sits agape, her eyes glassy as a slight shakiness fills her words.

“No you wont!!” Callum orders forcefully.

Rafe smirks, lifting a hand to the camera as the other sits tighter round Bella’s waist, holding her back from being able to move, “Bye Bye now!” He waves them away.

When they don’t budge, Callum stands up and before he could even take a step, the camera crew and Ryan were gone.

“Yeah so uh.. they’re just a ‘little’ protective? It doesn’t take much to piss them off really. Even if it’s not, if they think somethings bothering me they have no issues to deal with it right then and there. I just didn’t expect it on camera! Sorry. But um.. yeah the question you asked! I don’t feel comfortable answering, sorry. But I’m fine! Promise!”

“Bella hates when Rafe and Cal get up in her business. Like she tries so hard to be nice and they make her seem worse. I get it I do, but she kinda signed up for it when she became friends with us!” Topper chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

Rose finished up dinner and Ward finished with the tour, and after the small interviews with the family, everyone sits down for dinner around the dining table.

Whilst the family have their dinner I’ll take this moment to say thank you for watching! It was a pleasure filming and making this for you. The Camerons are, well sometimes, are a delight to be around! And we can’t wait to show you more. This has been Keeping up with the Camerons!

Oh! And before you go, look at this gem we caught that night.

“Rafe..” Bella mumbles. It was dark, too dark that the camera could barely make out her figure as she leans over the edge of the couch. Rafe lay on the floor next to her, Callum by her feet and Topper and Kelce on the other chairs. It was late, around 1 in the morning.

“Rafe..!” She repeats, this time Rafe hears and covers his eyes with his arm.

“Mm..”

“I can’t sleep..”

Rafe opens his eyes finally, lifting himself onto his elbows to get a better view of her in the dark. “Why not..?”

“I don’t know..” She plays with the blanket that lay on her. His eyes follow her fingers as his concern grew.

“You don’t know..?”

“Mm.. maybe because of the cameras?”

Rafe frowns and looks around, not realising there were any in the room, “They’re still on..?”

“Mhm they’re always on Rafe..”

“Shit..” He watches her for a minute, running his hand through his hair before lifting it to take hers. “Okay.. You wanna go sleep in my room..?”

“Umm..” Her eyes drift away, Rafe catches her face in the moonlight as she looks around the room with a slight frown.

After she doesn’t answer he stands up, reaching out his hand to take hers, “Come on..”

She doesn’t hesitate to take his hand. He guides her up the stairs and they stop by his bedroom door. Bella looks over his shoulder at the two cameras sat in the hall. He realises what she’s looking at and takes her hands, “Hey.. don’t let the cameras get to you okay..?”

She sighs, looking down at their hands as she swings them side to side, “That’s easier said than done Rafey..”

“I know I know.. sorry.. but just.. I mean it. Pretend they’re not there!”

“Mmmm..” She wines, bouncing up and down. Her tiredness and frustration adding up into one big pile of upset.

Rafe follows her eyes, tucking her hair behind her ear and resting his hands on her shoulders, “I know Bells.. but it’s just a stupid show my dad wanted to do. If you want a camera off I’ll make them turn it off. You want something cut out the show? Then I’ll make that happen, okay? You just worry about being your pretty self and I’ll deal with the rest. Does that sound like a good deal..?”

She lets out a soft giggle as her eyes finally take his own, “Yeah.. thank you for understanding..”

“ ‘course Bells. I’ll always understand okay? Now go get some sleep..” He kisses her forehead, watching her for a moment before going over to the stairs.

“Rafe..?” Bella steps forward slightly, getting Rafe’s attention as he turns back.

“Mhm?”

She stops a moment, and picks at her fingernails, “Love you..” She whispers softly.

Rafe can’t help but break a smile, taking in one last look at her; she stood in his top that was way too big for her, covering everything that needed to be covered.

“Love you too Bee, now go to bed!” He raises his eyebrows. Bella can’t take him seriously and lets out a small giggle before nodding and going into his room.

Rafe stands there a moment; watching the door close behind her. He smiles once more before shaking his head and going back downstairs to sleep.

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luimagines · 1 year

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Oh!! I have a request! How about some magic shit happens and the boys are turned into kids! And reader has to take care of them! It can be one at the time or all of them at once, whatever you prefer. And maybe they remember what happened when they're back to normal? I love your writing, take your time to write and stay hydrated!!

Oh sure! How cute!!

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Part one will include Wild, Sky and Legend

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Wild

The giggles were contagious. You found yourself on the verge of laughing hysterically next to the small child.

Somehow Wild got hit from a wizzrobe to be no older than five years old and yet he's as if he hasn't changed. Stranger yet, you've gathered that he either must have been displaced in time or he was the only one to time travel. His scars are gone as well so it's not as if he was shrunk.

"Ooh! An apple!" He sprints towards the tree, running up the truck and latching onto the first branch he can reach. He then swings his body up and over it before he shimmies over to pluck the apple for the branch above.

"He's just as bad." Four laughs to himself.

"And yet he claims that he was the perfect soldier." Twilight frowns, standing under the branch to catch the kid in case he fell.

"I'm ok!" He calls down to the rancher. "You don't have to catch me! Papa lets me do this all the time."

You snort with your hands on your hips. "He must have had a lot of training."

"Or pressure." Warrior mutters.

That dampens your mood a bit. He makes a point.

You were having soo much fun just messing with the kid that you didn't stop to think about what his attitude actually meant. Was his carefree spirit beaten out of him? You hope not literally.

You hear him hit the ground and he runs straight to you, b-lining around Twilight to avoid him. You laugh at the Rancher. You didn't think he would take it to heart but he looks as if the kid just offended his entire legacy.

"Here!" Wild cheers, holding out a bright red apple in your direction. "You didn't eat breakfast. So you should eat too."

You flush and take the apple. "Thank you."

"You didn't eat?" Sky raises an eyebrow.

The little boy nods. "I saw them. They pretended they weren't hungry so they didn't have to eat the food."

You flinch. It was Hyrule's turn to cook. You had hoped to have gone unnoticed. Tou stand mistaken.

"Well... thank you, Link." You bite your lip, holding the apple up higher. "I was feeling a bit peckish."

He giggles and takes a bite out the apple he got for himself. "Aryll likes apples too. So I get to climb our tree to get them for her."

The group all relatively freeze. Wind especially.

"Aryll?" You try to keep the conversation going so that he doesn't catch on. "Do you take care of her?"

He nods, his face full of pride. "She's my baby sister! I have to take care of her, just like Papa says!"

"I bet you do a good job at that." You swallow your spit.

Does this mean he's unlocked memories too? You don't really want to think about it. Looking at the poor boy is starting to make you feel emotional. He doesn't deserve what he gets.

You take a bite of the apple.

It's bitter.

Sky

You stared and stared and stared.

Boyish laughs fill the camp as the others are also just at an lost to do. The only ones with any chance of corralling this kid are Wind and Twilight.

The group was down a member but also added the new challenge of dealing with said down member.

"Hello." The little boy stops running right in front of you, holding out a single pale purple flower. "This is for you."

You blink and take it gently. He can't be much older than six or seven years old. Much younger than any other in the group. Younger than the average age they all took up the mantle of hero. Young enough to have to idea who he is or what he will become.

"Thank you, Link." You say just as softly, placing the flower behind your ear. A few others squirm at the mention of their name. But you have no other choice to use it. The young boy wouldn't respond to Sky and he would have no inclination to abide by the unspoken rules they've set up.

He smiles back and hugs his arm close to his body. He's a shy boy but kind and just as gentle as he grows to be. He's innocent and curious but doesn't ask questions. He's incredibly trusting.

Your jaw flexes at the thought, but you won't let it change your facial expression. Sky seems to be waiting for something. You tilt your head down, meeting his eyes. "What is it, Link?"

He bites his lip. "....Would you....like to play with me? ...Please?"

You would never tell Sky that he has the most adorable puppy eyes in the history of existence. You never stood a chance. "Sure thing, Buddy. What do you want to play?"

He beams. "Hide and seek!"

"Maybe not." Twilight winces. You wince as well, especially when you see how Sky suddenly seems chest fallen. You're in the middle of no where and he has no way of coming back to you if he gets lost. Twilight explains it as such. "There's just not a lot places to hide, buck-o. So if you get lost, we'd have no idea how to find you again."

Sky pouts and looks upset enough to cry.

"We can draw." You blurt, wanting to save the moment.

"Really?" Sky perks up and looks around. "...But there's no paper."

You turn around and pick up a stick, snapping it in half and giving him the bigger half. "We'll draw in the dirt!"

Sky looks at the stick and pokes the ground with it. "...I used to do this with Zelda when we were bored. I don't think they have sticks at the Academy though."

"Yeah?" You plop yourself onto the ground, patting the spot next to you. "Tell me about it."

He smiles and sits down next to you, poking and dragging he stick through the dirt. "My loftwing is big and pretty but I'm too little to ride him yet. That's what Gaepora says."

You shoo away prying eyes and nosy ears.

Wind grabs his own sticks and you. "What's a lofting?"

Sky freezes. He's looks so lost. "You don't know what a loftwing is? Don't you have them on your island?"

Wind shakes his head.

Sky frowns and looks around. "I thought Skyloft was the biggest island and everyone knows what loftwings are."

He stands, looking towards the horizon. "But this is also a pretty big island."

You flinch. You didn't even consider that he wouldn't remember that he's on the surface.

Who's going to tell him?

Legend

"Where's my uncle?" The little boy asks. Once the smoke had cleared and the monsters were defeated, you had to take a look at the damage. This little boy stood where Legend once did. It seems that his clothes were changed with him, at least. Otherwise you don't know what you all would have been able to keep him from swimming in fabric.

You bite your lip and share looks with the rest of the group. The little boy looked scared and lost. He kept wringing his little hat between his hand as he looked for someone to answer him.

You gulped and got on your knees to meet his eyes. "What does he look like? Maybe we can try and find him together?"

You know where his uncle is. It was something had told you under the comfort of night, something he didn't really tell any of the others. But you can't look into his little teary eyes and tell him the truth and you certainly can't do it in front of everyone else.

"He's tall and strong." The boy looks more comforted now he gathered that you were going to help him. "He lost his hair but it grows on his chin instead."

"Bald with a beard. Can you tell me his name?" You smile and say your name. "What's your name?"

"I call him Uncle." He tilts his head. That's a no. "He calls me Link."

"Well Link, it's very nice to meet you." You're giving yourself extra brownie points for holding yourself together. "How old are you, Link?"

He frowns and lifts up once of his hand, sticking up four little fingers.

"Oh wow! You're already four years old." You try to keep things light. "Your uncle must trust you a lot since you're so big."

He smiles and giggles, covering his mouth with a small fist. "I get to help Uncle take care of the house. Sometimes he lets me help with dinner."

You smile back, trying to not let the image pull at your heart strings. Less you start crying on the spot. "I guess he'll need his little helper then. Come on, we'll all help you look for your uncle, ok?"

"Ok."

You stand up and stick your hand out. "Don't get lost now. Come on. We'll start looking."

Little Legend takes your hand and you look to others, finally, for assistance. You receive none. Only a few poorly hidden thumbs up from the others members.

"Traveler." You whine. "Tell me we can fix this."

He stares before nodding slightly. "Let me think of something."

You can only nod. This might take a while to fix.

Legend tugs on your hand, bringing your attention back to him. "Is uncle really faraway?"

"Uhh..." Your brain stalls before you figure the answer can't be so bad. "More like, we're really far away...From everyone. But we'll get back to find some people and then maybe we can find your uncle."

"You hear that Traveler?" Four says. "You have until we reach the next town."

You ignore the groaning. Legend looks so happy. "Good! He'll be worried about me!"

You tear up. "Let's fix this then, buddy."

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #accidental angst!!!!#whoops #.....i might not be able to cover the entirety of the ask ^.^*#they're just too cute!#i'll just try to get the vibes #it might needs a sequel

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torchflies · 4 days

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Hi TG Fandom!

I love Irish folklore and believe that the fae folk are terrifying. So…

Nicholas Bradshaw is born in Buck Holler, Tennessee to a coal miner and his wife.

He's supposed to be an only child forever, he isn't though.

His Mama loses six babies after him, buries ‘em under little rose bushes that grow big and sturdy with time, but no baby ever sticks as good as the bushes; sticks long enough to give him a little brother or sister to play with — until one does.

Mama thinks it’ll be a boy, and her belly grows big — bigger than she was with all the others.

One evening, Nicky is playing in a big circle of mushrooms that popped up over the day, jumping in and out of the ring — until Mama rushes over to scold him. She can't move very fast with her big belly, but she tries anyway, dropping her washing to kneel down and grasp him by the biceps. Mama looks at him with big worried green eyes and tells him to never ever dance in faerie rings, that the fair folk will come and steal him away. She speaks with the terror of a girl who spent her childhood in the Aran Islands, old Irish and fearful down to the very marrow of her bones.

Nicky promises, his gentle brown eyes filling with tears, but then Mama starts bleeding and can't get to her feet. The baby is coming but something is very very wrong.

Nicky doesn't dare leave her, he stays to hold her hand, the both of them crouched in the faerie ring — even as his Mama brings a small and silent baby into the world. It never makes a sound and Mama keeps on bleeding… Nicky doesn't know what to do.

His Mama gasps, with pale lips and a grief-stricken twist to her soul, Please give him a little brother. Please.

He doesn't know who she's begging, they're the only two out in the night — until he sees a bunch of little blue lights appear, bobbing in the darkness, surrounding them like little flickering candles. A pair of long white fingers comes from the shadows with them, gnarled like old crackling branches in the moonlight, reaching out to gather the remains of the tiny silent baby, the one who never lived, and to press another robust, naked baby into Nicky’s arms in the same breath.

Tithe, something like a voice creaks out, older than the trees, and suddenly the living, breathing baby boy in Nicky’s arms — one with big, wet green eyes and wild black hair — starts to cry.

Hello, little brother. He whispers, rocking his baby brother in the center of the faerie ring, surrounded by the sound of his mother’s dying breaths.

Their father comes home from the mines at daybreak to two healthy sons and a wife who died in childbirth.

#Changeling AU #Changeling Mav is so special to me #tw childbirth death #tw death mention #tw stillbirth mention #tw blood mention #Faerie folk are terrifying #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #nick goose bradshaw #Nick never told a soul #He was cool like that #Sure his little brother can eat whole living rats and sometimes grows wings #Everyone has weird habits #i love this so much #Ice grows accustomed to Mav staring at him in the middle of the night with his big terrifying pupil-less black eyes ⚫👄⚫

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sherbetpoetry · 5 months

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“the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetical thing in the world”

a pretty corpse is all ive ever wanted.

i was a suicidal girl, newly 13, and every plan involved benadryl because i wanted to be pink on the inside

i wanted to die while i was still thin, pale, pink, and almost blonde.

i wanted to die an idealized girl, a lisbon sister.

i wanted to die hanging from a flowering tree in a vibrant garden

i was a flower wanting to be pressed in a book while newly blooming

a baby faced doll in a glass display case, complete in a hospital bed.

i wanted to die so i could stay in a stagnant state of girlhood

i went to museums and prayed, prayed to stay a 13 year old girl forever and i saw a carving of ophelia

she was dressed in angelic clothes and floated down a stream of flowers.

she was always beautiful, even in death.

especially in death.

i wanted to stay in the innocence of childhood but had already reached the depression of adolescence, i had already sewed pill bottles into my stuffed animals

a romanticized death is a death reserved for the ingenue

a death for the madonna who will be remembered in their purest state

everyone loves a young, thin girl in a white cotton nightgown, bleeding out

the death of a woman is sad, but the death of a beautiful woman was a romantic tragedy

#girlblog #girlblogging #poetry #coquette #girl interrupted #poem #poets corner #poets on tumblr #original poem #short poem #young poets #writers and poets #female rage #girlhood #girlcore #hell is a teenage girl

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Merry Christmas, Baby(ies)

pairing: Jake Seresin x Shy!Wifey ➳synopsis: Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, The Seresins were preparing for a birth to announce ➳warnings: pregnancy, child birth, c-sections, a little bit of trauma, Jake's family, a dash of angst. ➳Word count: 5.5k Opposites Attract Masterlist | Hangman Masterlist

➳ note: no, this isn't the fourth installment of the Opposites Attract world, I am still working on that (cause idk where I wanna go with it) but MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS:)

Since Jake was little, he had always loved Christmas. His mother always went all out, pulling out the boxes of decorations the second the last plate from thanksgiving was clean and put away. She would spend the next week decorating the house from head to toe. Garland, pine cones, lights, candy canes, and Christmas trees covered the house. Each room had its own sort of decorative vibe to it, and had its own box that went with it. Jake’s four older sisters could care less about decorating, but Jake was a momma’s boy and would spend hours helping his mom hang ornaments on trees.

That same love for Christmas followed Jake throughout his teenage years and even to adulthood. His first deployment was over Christmas and he somehow managed to get a small Christmas tree on board and set it up in his room. He could remember his first Christmas with Y/N, and fell even more in love with realizing that she too, had the same love for Christmas. They went all out buying their own Christmas tree, and setting up their own Christmas traditions. Their Christmases seemed to get even better when they had kids.

This year though, instead of going to Texas like they usually did, Y/N had invited Jake’s parents and sisters to San Diego for Christmas Eve. However, Jake didn’t know that was Y/N’s plan and had already invited the Dagger Squad over for Christmas Eve as well. It sent Y/N into a bit of a panic as she looked down at her eight month swollen belly, but she put on a bright smile and said:

“The more the merrier!”

But now, she was slowly regretting saying that, as she looked at the house full of guests. Jolene and George had arrived on December 22nd, because Jolene wanted to help get groceries and wrap gifts for her grandkids. George would have cared less about being there so early. The next to arrive was Jake’s sister Andrea, and her husband Kyle and their kids, and Jessica and her partner Emily showed up on the 23rd, staying in an AirBnB near Jake and Y/N’s house.

“I thought it wasn’t supposed to be this hot,” Y/N groaned as she sat down on the back patio watching the kids play with their cousins.

“It’s not even that hot,” Jake’s twin sister, Hillary said. Hillary and Y/N hardly got along, but Y/N tried to remain civil towards her.

“Do you need anything, sweetheart?” Jolene asked, walking out to the backyard. Part of the reason why Hillary didn’t like Y/N was because she got along somewhat well with Jolene. Jolene was almost exactly how the song described; red hair teased to the high heavens, pale skin, and electric green eyes just like Jake’s. Y/N was surprised that at least one of her kids didn’t have red hair.

“I’m good, thank you, Mrs. Seresin,” Y/N smiled.

“Oh baby, you have carried five of my grandbabies now,” Jolene smiled, “You can call me Jolene.”

Y/N blushed and nodded as Eli ran up to her and climbed on the couch. He cuddled into her, pressing his face into her bump. She smiled and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair.

“What have you been doing, baby?” Y/N asked her youngest, as of right now, son.

“I gotta take a break,” He sighed and flopped his arms out dramatically, “Can’t keep up with Alex and Tyler and Ella and Derek and Joanie and-”

“Hard being the youngest, isn’t it,” Andrea, Jake’s eldest sister said, “Tyler and Joanie aren’t being mean are they?”

“No Auntie Drea,” Eli shook his head, “My legs just little.” Y/N giggled and Eli climbed back off the couch and ran towards his cousins.

“Gosh he reminds me of Jake,” Jessica said and sat down next to Y/N, “What about these two? Who do you think they’ll be like?” Jessica placed her hand gently on Y/N’s bump.

“Maybe if she found out the gender,” Hillary mumbled and sipped her wine.

Y/N brushed off her comment, “I think they’ll be like Jake. I think they all take after Jake in some way.”

“Especially Ella!” Andrea shook her head with a laugh, “That girl reminds me so much of him. She even has his little half smile. And those dimples! Gosh, they are twins.”

“Gossiping about me?” It was as if Jake had heard them say his name and he leaned over the couch. He placed a kiss on the top of his wife’s head, “How are things?”

“She’s been complaining about the heat,” Hillary rolled her eyes.

“You would be too if you were carrying twins and ready to pop,” Jessica said defending Y/N, “Besides, momma deserves to be comfortable. Can’t imagine what it feels like having your house bombarded like this during the final weeks.”

“It’s because she’s a trooper,” Jake came around the couch and sat down next to his wife. He put one arm around her and his hand went to her bump. He rubbed it gently and bent down to place a kiss on it.

“How is fixing up the nursery with dad?” Andrea asked and Jake sighed.

Over the years, Jake had slowly started to patch up the rocky relationship he had with his father. After the birth of Eli, Jake had realized that George had hardly ever wanted to see his grandkids or talk to them, and it hurt Jake. His sisters told him that it wasn’t just Jake’s kids that George didn’t gel well with, it was all his grandkids, but Jake didn’t see it that way. George was always so kind and caring when it came to his sister’s kids, but was kind of cold when it came to Jake’s brood. So, Jake sat down with him and talked to him about how it hurt him and George had apologized.

“Trying to tell me how to put a crib together, like I haven’t put together three in the past ten years,” Jake rolled his eyes, “It’s fine. He’s inside, probably complaining about me to mom. Which, I don’t care about anymore.”

“Well that certainly changed,” Hillary mumbled. And Jake glared at her, “What? You used to care so much about Dad’s opinion and approval of you. Everything changed when you met. . .”

Y/N shifted in her spot and looked down at the tea mug in her hands. Jake clenched his jaw and pulled Y/N in closer to him. He knew of Hilliary’s dislike for Y/N and couldn’t figure out why. All Hilliary ever said was Y/N was just too different than Jake, and it would never work. Jake thought it was maybe because she wasn’t at his wedding. But then again, no one was really at the wedding since they just did it on a whim. His mother and other sisters were a bit upset about it, but they forgave him for it seeing how in love Y/N and Jake were.

“This has nothing to do with Y/N,” Jake said, “I’m too old to be begging Dad for his approval. It’s his loss for being a jerk and not wanting to get to know his grandkids.”

“It is, Jake, and I’m sorry that he’s being like that,” Andrea said sincerely, “He’ll come around someday. Maybe once he has another heart attack.”

“That’ll be the damn day,” Jessica laughed, “I’ve been with Emily for over fifteen years and he still asks about how we’ve had kids.”

“Science has not caught up to the old man,” Jake shook his head.

“He’s still ordering things from infomercials. . . you think he’s understanding how in vitro fertilization works,” Andrea added and all four Seresin kids broke out in laughter.

— — —

“I don’t want to wear tights!” Ella pouted and Y/N sighed.

It was Christmas Eve and the house was already filled with members from the Dagger squad. Bob was the first to arrive like always, this time dragging along his girlfriend Maggie. He was bringing her over for the first time, and thought a perfect time to meet the whole Dagger Squad would be at Christmas. Christmas with nine aviators and their families was an interesting event. Every year they got too drunk off of Fireball and spiked Eggnog. Everyone knew that Christmas was a make or break, those who could hang with the squad got to stay.

Jake was already down stairs with the boys, being the best host like his mother taught him to be. He was mixing drinks and creating laughs at the built in bar that he so badly had to have in the house. Jolene was getting along great with Penny, Y/N’s mom Clara and Sarah Kazansky (who Jake and Y/N always invited her and her kids to Christmas).

“Ella, you have to wear tights with your Christmas dress,” Y/N tried again to get her six year old to put her white tights on. She wanted to try and cover the large scrapes on her knees from falling off her skateboard last week, but Rooster told her she looked cool and now she was against covering them up.

“No!” Ella crossed her arms over her chest.

“Fine then, I’ll tell Santa no gifts.”

“Santa’s not real. Uncle Fanboy told me last week.”

“Dammit,” Y/N mumbled under her breath and made a mental note to talk to Fanboy about ruining kids' dreams, “Please. Put your tights on.”

Ella shook her head again and Y/N gave up on trying to put tights on her, knowing that this battle was one she was not going to win. Y/N waddled down the stairs slowly as Ella ran up to her dad, Uncle Rooster and Fanboy. Jake picked up the girl and spun her around in a circle. Rooster couldn’t help but chuckle at the exposed scrapes on her knees.

“Wasn’t winning the tight argument?” Jake asked as Y/N made her way to the kitchen.

“No, and I’m not fighting with her anymore. Even pulled the Santa card, but someone,” Y/N looked at Fanboy, ''said he’s not R-E-A-L.”

Fanboy whistled as he picked up his drink and got off his barstool, going to both Payback and Stella. Jake chuckled and set Ella down to go run off with her cousins and friends. He moved to stand behind Y/N, running his hands over her very tight bump and frowned.

“Are you having contractions?”

“No,” Y/N said, “It’s been like this all day. And my back is killing me. I put the band on to try and help but it’s not.”

“Maybe it’s back labor,” Rooster said, casually sipping his drink. Y/N glared at him, “Hey! Remember the last time you said you weren’t in labor?? Yeah, Floyd ended up catching that crotch goblin.” As if he knew he was being talked about, Eli ran by with a can of whipped cream in his hand.

“Who the hell gave him that,” Jake said, and went to chase after the three year old. Y/N looked up to see Javy and Payback with smirks on their faces.

“I’m not in labor. I still have three weeks to go,” Y/N said and grabbed a glass of lemonade, “This isn’t like last time and I am not about to ruin Jesus’s birthday by having twins.”

“Would beat the bible story,” Rooster smiled and Y/N rolled her eyes. She walked towards the living room where some of the other women were. She sat down next to her mom, who was deep in conversation with Penny and Jolene about something. Dragon was sitting on the other side of her and tapped her arm.

“What’s with Ella’s knees?” The Trace girl asked.

“Her and Alex were seeing who could go down the hill at the park the fastest. Ella took a tumble and now refuses to wear tights,” Y/N said and Dragon stifled a laugh.

“God she’s like Bagman.”

“You didn’t tell them it was dangerous?” Hilliary asked and Jolene scolded her, “What? Ella could’ve gotten seriously hurt. I mean, Eli just had a cast on his arm like two weeks ago.”

“They’re kids,” Jolene said, “Kids get hurt. They break bones in the morning and are running in the afternoon.”

“Oh boy do they. One time Y/N was. . .” Clara fell into a story about how Y/N and her brother Thomas got into a scooter race around their cul-de-sac and crashed into each other, resulting in both breaking their wrists.

The rest of the night went along without a hitch. Jake and George had spent all day cooking up two turkeys and a ham for dinner. Jolene, Andrea, and Jessica cooked most of the sides. Y/N tried to help, but Jolene had told her to sit and watch, not wanting her to do anything too strenuous. Even though they had cooked tons of food, people still brought dishes to share. Y/N was slightly overwhelmed by the amounts of food on her kitchen counters. But she knew how the Dagger Squad was, and knew that almost every single thing would be gone and they would happily take leftovers home.

Jake had gotten the kids plates and set them at their own table off to the side of the main dining room. That was one thing that Jake had added when he built the house. He had put in a big main dining room that would then open up to a smaller dining room so for dinners like this, the kids weren’t completely shunned to another room and out of sight. He hated that growing up, how the kids were always in another part of the house, out of sight out of mind. Javy, Payback and their wives also liked the idea so they could see their children as well.

Y/N let out a slow breath as she pushed the green beans around her plate and rolled her shoulders back. The pain in her lower back was gradually getting worse, and she tried to push through it with no complaint. Jake had been watching her the whole night, seeing as she asked her mother several times to rub her back for her. He knew that this was probably the early stages of labor, but Y/N was stubborn. Hell, everyone knew how stubborn she was, the birth of Eli Seresin proved that.

“Babe,” Jake whispered over to her, putting his hand on her thigh, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Y/N said, her voice shaky.

“Are you sure? Are you having contractions?”

“No,” Y/N said, and squeezed his hand, “I promise, I’m not having any contractions.” Jake nodded and leaned over to kiss his wife. She giggled into the kiss, and pulled him in close.

“Really?” They broke apart, both looking like two teens that had just gotten caught by their parents, but in reality it was just Hilliary giving Y/N a glare, “Is that how you got into that situation?”

Y/N looked down at her swollen belly, and ran her hand over it. Jake had had enough of his sister’s sly comments towards Y/N for the past few days. He knew how much the things Hilliary said bothered Y/N. He had spent one too many nights comforting her while she cried and asked why his twin sister hated her. He respected Y/N’s wishes on not confronting his sister, but between his dad being on him for different things and seeing his wife cower under his sister’s glare, Jake had enough.

“What is your problem?” Jake asked and Y/N felt her heartbeat start to rise. She felt all eyes snap to both of them as Hilliary looked like a deer in the headlights, “You’ve been a bitch this whole time.”

“Jacob!” Jolene scolded.

“He’s not wrong,” Andrea mumbled, taking a sip of her wine.

“I haven’t done anything to her,” Hillary pointed out, “Just pointing out that not everyone wants to see you two making out at the dinner table.”

“That was hardly making out,” Jake scoffed, and rolled his eyes, “God, Hillary! You’ve not had a single nice thing to say about Y/N since you met her! She’s been nothing but nice to you!” Jake yelled.

“I don’t have to be nice to her!” Hillary yelled, “She hasn’t done anything but stay at home, shoot out kids, and munch off of our-”

“Oh,” Y/N gasped as she felt a sudden rush of warmth between her legs. She looked down at her chair and then back up at Jake who’s jaw dropped. Clara was thankfully sitting next to Y/N, and grabbed a napkin off the table to try and cover up the wet spot on her dress. Rooster and Bob stood up from their spots and ran over to the other side of the table.

“Fucking great,” Hillary grumbled, “And now she’s turned Christmas all about-”

“Would you shut up for a damn second!” Dragon yelled at the Seresin girl, “Are you okay?”

“Sweets,” Jake said, and grabbed his wife’s hand.

“It’s early,” She looked at him frightened, “Oh god.”

“I’ll get the car!” George spoke up, and Jake and Jolene both looked at him in shock. George Seresin never had anything to do with his childrens’ birth. In fact, Jolene didn’t have him in the room during a single one of her four kids’ births. He sat in the waiting room until it was over.

“Her bag is upstairs by the-”

“I got it!” Jessica said, and ran towards the Seresin bedroom.

“Val, Maggie, help me take the kids down stairs,” Stella said, standing up from her chair and over to where the kids had noticed the commotion at. There were little sounds of protest as the women corralled the kids down to the basement, but the second that Fanboy stood up and said that Santa was on his way, they all cheered and followed him to the basement.

“What do you need?” Jake asked his wife, as Rooster rubbed her shoulders as she started to feel contractions.

“I’d like to change my clothes,” Y/N let out a breath, “But I want to get to the hospital first.”

“Are you gonna shoot out these two on the floor like Eli?” Rooster asked and Y/N glared at him, “Hey, I just want to be prepared in case I gotta catch a kid again.”

“You didn’t even catch the last one,” Bob said and Y/N let out a groan.

“Dad’s out front with the car,” Jessica said, walking back into the dining room, handing Jake the go-bag, “We’ll stay here and put the kids to bed and everything.”

“Thank you,” Jake said, and helped Y/N to her feet.

“Oh, they're gonna hate us,” Y/N groaned, “We won’t be here to open gifts.”

“I will record it,” Andrea said, “And Kyle promised to dress up as S-A-N-T-A. They will be distracted. Now, go have these babies.” Andrea kissed Y/N’s cheek and then hugged her brother.

Hillary was standing in the corner of the room as she walked Jake carefully guiding his laboring wife to the car. She never thought that the argument was going to lead to her water breaking and that fact that her nieces or nephews were going to be born early. Hillary let out a gasp as she covered her mouth with her hand. She knew the dangers of having babies early, she was a nurse for christ sake, and she knew the dangers of having twins early. Hillary somehow found it in her to run after Jake and Y/N, catching a glimpse as Rooster shut the car door and George pulled out of the driveway.

— — —

Y/N let out a small scream as she braced her hands on the bed, swaying back and forth gently as she worked through a contraction. Clara was rubbing her back, and Jake was holding her hair back in case she were to get sick again. Y/N was used to contractions and going through labor without pain meds. She had Eli on her bedroom floor, totally unmedicated. But these contractions were the worst she had ever felt and she was waiting until she could get her epidural.

They had been in the hospital for a little over four hours, and it was officially Christmas Morning. Andrea had sent Jake a picture showing the three older Seresin kids were asleep in Jake and Y/N’s bed. Jake had also sent an apology to the Dagger Squad group chat, but they were all more excited to find out if they were welcoming two boys, two girls or one of each into the family. Jolene and George were sitting in the waiting room, both of them not wanting to leave their son and his wife, both too excited to meet their grandchildren.

“God it hurts so much,” Y/N cried and Jake looked over at the contraction monitor, “Momma.”

“It’s almost over,” Clara said, rubbing her daughter’s back. She had been there twice before to see her give birth and it never got easier to see her daughter in pain.

“Jake, can you find the doctor?” Y/N asked and Jake nodded, running to the nurses station, “Where’s dad?”

“Getting more ice chips,” Clara answered, and Y/N started to move to sit back down on the medicine ball. Clara grabbed a hair tie off her wrist and tied Y/N’s hair up in a bun, “Do you need water?”

“I need a fucking epidural,” Y/N groaned as Jake walked back in, the anesthesiologist and their main nurse, Vera, behind him, “Thank god!” Jake laughed as the nurse handed Y/N the paperwork and the anesthesiologist walked her through the steps of the epidural. Even though Y/N was having twins, she still wanted to do a vaginal birth, and both her midwife and OB agreed to make that happen the best that they could.

“We’re going to get you positioned on the bed,” The anesthesiologist said. Jake, and Clara helped Y/N sit on the side of the bed, Jake standing between her legs like he had done for the first two kids. He ran his dull fingers over her hair, scratching at her scalp lightly. Clara stepped out in the hallway, giving them some privacy as James rounded the corner.

“Babies time?” James asked and Clara shook her head.

“Getting drugs,” Clara said, “You know. . . these are our last grandchildren.”

“I have faith in Carson to stop being an idiot,” James said, putting his arm around his wife, “Until then, yes, these are our last grandbabies.” Clara laughed and James kissed her forehead.

“Deep breath, Y/N,” The doctor said and Y/N sucked in a breath and squeezed Jake’s hands as the needle went into her back. She felt that same warm sensation she had felt before and let out the breath she was holding. Jake kissed her forehead, and whispered words of encouragement as they got ready to place the epidural needle in.

Y/N closed her eyes as she felt the needle prick her skin. Jake held her hands tightly as Y/N let out a slow breath through pursed lips, and counted down the seconds until it was over. She felt her body relax a bit as the needle was removed from her skin.

“All done, you should feel it start to set in soon,” The doctor said, and Jake helped Y/N lay down on her side in bed.

“Need anything else, Y/N?” Nurse Vera asked and Y/N shook her head, “You’re dilating at a good rate. Going to have some Christmas Babies.”

“Yay,” Y/N said, giving her a smile. Jake squeezed her ankle, and rubbed her calf.

— — —

It was about fifteen minutes later that Y/N started to feel weird. Jake had gone to the bathroom, leaving Y/N alone momentarily. She blinked her eyes a couple times, feeling her head start to swim and her hands tingle. Something was wrong, something was very, very wrong.

“Jake?” Y/N called out to him, and tried to pull herself out of bed, but was too weak to even raise her arm up. Jake had just walked out of the bathroom, and his eyes went wide. Her color was gone, and he could see a thin layer of sweat all over her body.

“Sweets, talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“I-I-” Y/N felt out of breath as she tried to reach for Jake but couldn’t even move an inch. Jake reached for the call button, pressing it rapidly. He cursed, and ran for the door, going to the nurses station.

“Something is wrong with my wife,” Jake rushed out in a panic. The nurses at the desk quickly got up and followed him into Y/N’s room, as alarms started going off.

“Baby B is in distress,” Nurse Vera said.

“Her heart rate has dropped,” Beverly, Y/N’s midwife said, “We need to move. Call up to an OR.” Beverly hit a button above Y/N’s bed, and a swarm of nurses and doctors came in, pushing Jake out of the way to get to Y/N.

“Jake!” Y/N called out to him. Nurse Vera grabbed the oxygen mask from the wall, and put it on Y/N’s face. Other nurses and techs got Y/N’s hospital bed ready to move towards the operating room. Jake tried to get close to her, but another nurse pushed him towards the back of the room.

“Ready to move,” A tech said and Beverly nodded. Y/N looked around the room, her vision becoming blurry both from tears and from the blood rushing out of her head. She tried to reach her hand out towards Jake.

“Jake!” She yelled a little bit loud.

“You’re okay! Just breathe! I’ll be right there!” Jake called out to his wife. Y/N kept her hands on her belly protectively as they took her right down to the operating room. He tried to follow them out into the hallway but he was stopped, “Get your damn hands off of me, and let me go with.”

“You can’t go with her, I’m sorry,” A nurse said, “You need to go wait in the waiting room.”

“The fuck I am!” Jake yelled as Clara and James ran around the corner.

“What’s going on?!” Clara asked, “Where did they take her?!” If there was one person no one wanted to piss off it would be Clara Y/L/N.

“Your daughter’s heart rate dropped and the twins went into distress,” The nurse explained, “She’s being taken back into an emergency c-section. We will update you when we can. But I’m sorry, you can’t go back with her.” The nurse turned on their heel and went towards the direction they took Y/N without any further explanation. Jake ran his hands through his hair and pulled at the ends of his blonde locks. Clara let out a soft sob as James pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead.

“Let’s go wait,” James said, and put a hand on Jake’s shoulder.

James had slowly become more of a father figure in his life than his own father ever had. He always knew what to say, and gave Jake comfort in moments like this. Jake nodded and wiped a tear from his cheek, as he followed his in-laws out into the lobby. Jake’s own parents had left to go and help Andrea prepare things for Christmas morning. He sat down in an uncomfortable leather chair with a sigh.

Jake looked around the waiting room and saw that it was pretty much empty except for a few people. Most people were probably asleep in their beds, holding onto their loved ones as they prepared for an exciting Christmas Morning of opening gifts and spending it with their families. Jake’s lip quivered as he thought about his family. How his wife was all alone and vulnerable, being cut open and having their last babies delivered. He wanted nothing more than to be laying in bed, surrounded by his five kids and his wife in matching Christmas pajamas that were way too hot for anyone to stay in for too long.

Jake put his arm on the armrest of the chair, and leaned his head on his fist. He knew this was going to take awhile, so he thought he might as well get comfortable and wait. He slowly fell asleep, and dreams of future Christmases with his family filled his mind.

— — —

Y/N sucked in a deep breath, well as deep as she could take, as she started to wake up. She wasn’t sure what had happened and everything was a blur. The lights were bright and she kept her eyes closed, as she tried to sit up, but let out a loud groan. It felt like she had done about a million crunches, and her hands went to her belly, finding that where her bump once was, was now a large scar. Tears started to fill her eyes as she tried to fill in the blanks on what had happened.

“Sweets?” Jake called out softly, his hand going into hers. Her eyes opened and she looked at Jake, “What’s wrong?”

“Where are my babies?” Y/N whimpered out.

“They’re okay,” Jake said, running a hand over her hair. She looked better than she did when they whisked her away. Her color was somewhat back, and her eyes looked more alive. She tried to push herself up again, but Jake gently pushed her back down on the bed. He took the remote for the bed, and sat her up a bit. She whispered out a thanks, and then pointed towards the water cup on the table in front of her. Jake grabbed it and helped her sip from the straw.

She gently pushed the cup away from her, “What happened?”

“Your heart rate dropped,” Jake said, “And it caused the boys to go into distress. They took you for an emergency c-section. Everything went okay, they are resting down in the NICU.”

“Boys?” Y/N quipped, “I have two boys? We have two boys?”

“We had two boys,” Jake smiled and Y/N returned it with one of her own. He leaned forward and kissed his wife, “I’ll go get Nurse Vera so you can go see them.” Y/N nodded and Jake went to go find the nurse.

It was the most painful experience ever, getting from the bed to a wheelchair so she could go see her newborn twins. Jake pushed her down the hallway, going ever so slowly to not hit anything that would jostle Y/N’s body. Clara and James were currently in the NICU nursery, making sure that somewhere was there for each of the twins. They had let Jolene and George know that they had two more grandsons to add to their family.

“Alright, you ready?” Nurse Vera asked as Jake wheeled Y/N up to the door of the nursery, “We’re going to have you guys do skin to skin, each of you will take a twin, and then switch. We want you to try and see if they will latch.”

Y/N nodded and Jake pushed the chair into the room. She gasped seeing the two incubators in the otherwise bare room. There was a rocking chair in the middle of them.

“Do you want to sit in the rocking chair?” Vera asked and Y/N shook her head, “That’s alright. We will start with baby A.” Vera put on a gown, gloves and a mask. Jake stood behind Y/N’s chair and watched as Vera carefully took the newborn out of the incubator, “He is four pounds seven ounces, and eighteen point four inches. He’s your little one. Jake, I'm going to have you untie the back of Y/N’s gown and pull it down slightly, exposing her chest.”

Jake nodded and did what Vera instructed. Y/N felt a bit vulnerable, but then Vera placed the baby against her chest, and Y/N felt tears in her eyes. Vera draped a blanket over Y/N and the baby, to keep them both warm. Jake gently caressed her shoulder and looked down at his son. He could tell that he had her nose but his green eyes, and Jake could see the faintest color of red in his hair.

“Maxwell,” Y/N said and looked up at Jake, “Maxwell Glen Seresin.”

“I love it,” Jake said, and kissed the top of her head.

“Alright Jake, take a seat in the rocker please, and strip the shirt off,” Vera said and Jake sat down in the rocker and took his shirt off, “This is Baby B. He is five pounds ten ounces, and nineteen point two inches long.” Vera placed the baby against Jake’s chest. Jake immediately tilted his head down to sniff the top of the newborn's head. His heart clenched a bit, realizing that this was the last time he’d ever get that newborn baby smell.

“Jasper Thomas,” Jake said looking at his wife, “What do you think?”

“I like it,” Y/N said, rubbing her son’s back, “Jasper and Maxwell,” She sighed and looked at Jake, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas to you too,” Jake smiled, and then looked down at his son asleep on his chest, “This is the best Christmas ever.”

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parkitaco · 1 year

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"Mike," Holly huffs, standing over him with her arms crossed, "You're doing it bad."

Mike glances up from where he's sitting on the sidewalk in front of their house, covered in chalk and sweating. "Thanks," he says sarcastically, as Holly kicks her shoe at the drawing he's been half-heartedly creating on the ground. "You're the one who wanted to do this, remember?"

"You're hogging all the chalk," Holly whines, collapsing onto the ground and tossing an arm over her eyes in despair. Mike scowls; anyone who thinks he's dramatic has got him confused with the wrong Wheeler. "And you're not even doing it good."

Mike sighs, glancing down at his half-completed chalk drawing of a bunny, per Holly's request that there be more fun animals, Mike, it's too boring otherwise. She has a point - all his drawings have turned out sort of blob-shaped and ugly. "You do it, then," he says sourly, shoving the box of slightly broken chalk in her direction, and she grins all teeth at him.

Mike pulls his phone out of his pocket, grimacing when he sees the time. With Nancy off at college, he's been getting stuck on Holly-duty more and more often, and he's still got a solid three hours this morning before his mother gets home. Not that Holly's bad company, necessarily, though her incessant criticism certainly isn't helping her case. But it's summer, and Mike had had some vague plans of maybe going to the lake today, and hopefully dragging Will along with him. And besides, Holly's almost nine years old. She shouldn't need full-time looking after. Probably.

As if he's somehow read his mind from afar, Mike's phone buzzes with a text from Will:

hey :)

how's holly duty

Mike smiles, glancing up at his sister, who is currently scribbling out his misshapen rabbit drawing with a stick of red chalk, tongue poking out between her teeth as she concentrates on utterly destroying his attempt at art. It's hard to have authority over someone who knows you're a loser, he texts back, as Holly finishes scribbling out the bunny drawing and moves on to one of his earlier drawings.

don't call my boyfriend a loser :(, Will replies, and Mike's grin widens.

To be fair holly said it first, he types, and a piece of chalk hits him square on the forehead. He yelps and glances up from his phone, scowling at his sister. "Ow!"

"Stop texting Will," Holly says sourly, "and draw with me."

"Who says I'm texting Will?" Mike demands, snatching up the piece of chalk Holly had thrown at him. "And you said I was bad at drawing."

Holly stays silent, staring him down until he reluctantly leans over and starts drawing again. "I know you're texting Will because you have the dumb look on your face," she says, "And it's not fun if you're not drawing with me!"

"My face isn't dumb," Mike mumbles, but he goes back to drawing anyway. Maybe- fish are probably pretty easy to draw, right? He draws a circle with a triangle on the end that looks vaguely fish-like, and then sets about filing in multicolored scales.

Holly starts talking again, babbling on about whatever little world she's drawing at the other end of the pavement, and Mike nods along absently, doodling little circles around the slightly wonky-looking fish and praying that the sunscreen he'd hurriedly sprayed on before going outside is enough to protect his frighteningly pale skin from the blazing sun overhead. It's barely noon, but it's already getting hot, and the sidewalk is in direct sunlight with no trees around to shield him. Holly seems unbothered, though Mike can already see the bridge of her nose pinkening, and he'll undoubtedly get a lecture from his mother lately about taking proper care of his baby sister and whatnot. Even though Holly is literally not a baby, and Mike is pretty sure that when he was nine he was perfectly capable of putting on sunscreen.

It's a welcome relief, then, if a little surprising, when a shadow falls over him, and Mike jumps, dropping his chalk and raising a hand to shield his eyes as he glances up at the person standing over him. When he sees who it is, his entire body relaxes, a slow smile stretching across his face.

Will matches it, offering a little wave as he surveys the situation; Mike, covered in chalk and doodling multicolored circles all over the sidewalk, with his sister five feet away frantically scribbling out his earlier drawings. "Hi," Will says, amused, and Mike waves back, grinning a little sheepishly. "Are we having fun?"

"Hi, Will!" Holly chirps before Mike can answer, popping her head up and smiling brightly. "Mike is being a bummer," she informs him seriously, and Will laughs.

"Is that so," he replies, eyes flicking to Mike, and he nudges Mike's knee with the toe of his shoe.

"No," Mike replies sourly, giving Holly a scathing glare, "I'm being super nice, actually."

Holly is unperturbed, sticking her tongue out at him and going back to drawing, and Will laughs again as he sinks to the ground in front of Mike, crossing his legs beneath him and leaning back on his palms. He looks good like this, warm and tan in the summer sun with a teasing twinkle in his eye and his white t-shirt tucked neatly into his jeans.

"Hi," Will says again, low and soft, reaching forward and tugging at the collar of Mike's t-shirt until he leans forward for a quick kiss. In his peripheral, Mike watches Holly pull a face of disgust, and actively decides to pretend he doesn't notice. "I like your drawing," Will says, glancing down at the fish Mike has been slaving away at, and Mike flushes, whining in embarrassment and scooting away.

"Shut up," he grumbles, reaching for a fresh piece of chalk and halfheartedly filling in one of his circles with purple. "You're the artist, not me."

"Hey, I was being serious!" Will says, laughing lightly, "It's cute."

Mike presses his lips together, giving Will a scrutinizing look. "You're cute," he mumbles, which isn't quite the comeback he'd been looking for but is still, unfortunately, very true, and Will brightens, shooting him a brilliant smile.

"Hey, thanks," he replies, and leans over to steal the chalk out of his hand. "Can I draw too?" he asks Holly, who glances up from where she's drawing a mustache and goatee onto Mike's poor attempt at drawing a cat.

She looks Will up and down, weighing her options, and then nods once, shoving the box of chalk in his direction. "Don't break any," she chides.

"I won't," Will says seriously, placing a hand over his heart like he's swearing it.

Mike rolls his eyes. "You've already broken like half of it, Holly," he says, reaching for a blue piece and doodling another circle near his fish.

"That's why we can't break any more!" she says shrilly, which is a fair enough point. Mike lets it go.

Will smirks, leaning over and sketching out a few gentle lines on a blank stretch of sidewalk. "When does your mom get back?" he asks, as the lines he's sketching gradually take the shape of a much more realistic-looking fish than the one Mike had drawn.

"Like, three maybe?" Mike says with a grimace, pulling out his phone to check the time again. Tragically, it has been less than fifteen minutes since the last time he checked. "She has to do grocery shopping and then yoga, I think. I don't know, I wasn't totally listening."

Will snorts, picking up a piece of blue chalk and drawing gentle, wave-like lines around the two fishes they've drawn. "Okay," he says, chalk-dusted fingers brushing over the back of Mike's hand gently, "But you're free tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah," Mike confirms, "Why, did you want to do something?"

Will nods, filling in little white crests on each of the waves he's drawn. "Yeah. The lake, maybe? I don't know, I just want to hang out with you."

It's impressive, how easily Will is able to make Mike's entire chest fill with butterflies with a single phrase, especially such a mundane one considering how long they've been dating. He bites down a shy smile and nods as normally as he can manage, though he's pretty sure Will can sense the giddiness radiating from him anyway. "That sounds nice," he says, and then, because he can't help himself, "We are hanging out right now, though. In case you hadn't noticed."

Will rolls his eyes, lifting a chalk-covered finger and booping Mike's nose lightly, undoubtedly covering his face in green chalk dust. "I did notice," he says, jabbing his finger at him again, "But- alone, I meant. Sorry, Holly," he adds, glancing over at her apologetically, and she sticks her tongue out at him.

"Mean," she whines, and Mike rolls his eyes.

"Don't dish it out if you can't take it," he tells her, and she scowls, maintaining eye contact with him while she draws a giant red X directly over one of his earlier drawings.

Will's eyes widen. "Cold," he mutters, and holds his fist out. Holly bumps it dutifully and goes back to drawing.

His eyes flick back to Mike, and the corner of his mouth ticks up as his gaze darts over Mike's face. "You have chalk on your face," he informs him, looking like he's trying very hard not to laugh, and Mike scowls, lifting a hand and scrubbing at his face with the back of it.

"That's your fault," he grumbles, and Will makes a fake-sympathetic face as he scoots closer and bats Mike's hand away, raising a still green-tinged hand to wipe at his face. Mike lets him, leaning into his warmth, even as he says, nose wrinkled, "Listen, I can't see my face right now, but I feel like you're making it worse."

Will grimaces, and his hands tragically pull away from Mike's face as he surveys his work. "A bit, yeah," he acknowledges. "I kinda just spread it around."

"Idiot," Mike accuses, and Will grins all teeth, tilting forward slowly like he's falling into Mike's gravity before closing the rest of the distance in one swift motion and stealing another quick kiss. "Idiot," Mike says again, and leans in for another.

"Love you too," Will replies cheerily when they part again, and Mike shoots him the finger before remembering that there's a child present and quickly hiding it behind his back.

"I saw that," Holly says anyway, as she finishes whatever she's drawing and glances up at him.

"No you didn't," Mike says matter-of-factly, and Will elbows him.

"Don't gaslight her," he reprimands, and Holly points at him and nods.

"Come here," she demands, despite the fact that Mike and Will are sitting less than ten feet away from here. "I wanna show you what I made."

Mike wants to tell her to say please, or something, or at least take a slightly less bossy tone with the person who is literally in charge of her for the day, but Will is already scooting over to her, peering down at her drawing with genuine curiosity, and Mike has no choice but to follow. It's a little infuriating and all too endearing, how nice Will is to Holly, and most people in general. He makes people feel important. Mike in particular.

Holly's drawn a rainbow, Mike sees as he clambers over to sit beside Will, hooking an arm around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. There are little multicolored hearts all around it, complete with white clouds at either end, and Holly looks way too pleased with herself for someone who's basically just drawn a bunch of lines, but whatever. It's probably better than Mike could do.

"It's for you!" she chirps, grinning wide, and Will huffs a surprised laugh, hand absently coming to rest on Mike's knee. "Because rainbows."

"Aw, Mike," Will laughs, tilting his head back to look Mike in the eye, "Did you teach her that?"

"No," Mike says, squirming closer to him and grinning, "Nancy, probably. She keeps sending me all these lists of queer resources and shit."

Will hums a laugh, thumb tracing gentle circles into Mike's knee as he reaches for his phone. "This is very sweet, Holly," he says sincerely, and she blushes as he snaps a picture. "Thank you."

"You should take a picture of Mike's fish, too," she says seriously.

Mike frowns. "I thought you hated my drawings."

"Not the fish!" she says, and does not elaborate, which- yeah, sure. Mike will take what he can get.

"Here, you take it," Will says, passing Holly his phone, and she hops excitedly to her feet and shuffles over to the other end of the sidewalk to snap the photo.

Mike settles more comfortably onto Will's shoulder, enjoying the solid warmth of him even under the burning summer sun. "You know there's a twenty percent chance she's going to break your phone," he murmurs into Will's ear, still half-hugging him from behind, and Will lifts a hand to rest over Mike's where it's pressed against his side, threading their fingers together.

"She's like four feet tall," Will points out, "she can't break it any worse than I already have."

"You'd be surprised," Mike mutters darkly, and Will laughs, tilting his head to the side and pressing a soft kiss to the side of Mike's face. Mike leans into it, a smile creeping onto his face despite himself.

Holly flounces back over, dropping Will's phone unceremoniously into his lap and resuming her previous position amidst the chalk drawings. "You guys are gross," she announces, as Will presses another kiss to Mike's temple.

"You made a drawing for us, though," Mike points out.

"Doesn't mean you aren't gross," she says matter-of-factly, and Mike supposes it's kind of hard to argue with that. "You have chalk on your face, by the way."

Mike splutters something incomprehensible, and Will laughs quietly, slinging an arm around his shoulders and grinning up at him. "It's okay," he says seriously, "I like your face."

"I like your face too," Mike replies teasingly, leaning in to rest his forehead against Will's.

"Gross," Holly says again, and the sun keeps shining.

#happy pride <33 #consider this a mini reparation for the soul crushing angst of my last fic . at least until i finish the next chapter #byler ficlet #mike wheeler #will byers #holly wheeler #st

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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I’ll Do Better: Dad!Jake Sully

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Request: Hi! I saw you had requests open, if you didn't mind I wanted to request a dad! Jake x daughter? Something really angsty, maybe she sees neteyam started having to take on more than he can handle so she starts taking it all so he can be happier and relax more until the pressure is too much and something bad happens? A kind of 'oh shit..' trope moment for dad!jake?? ❣️

You watched helplessly as your brother took on every little task that your dad seemed to throw his way without a second thought or care about how your brother was doing which upset you. For the past two weeks you had noticed stressed and upset your brother seemed about having to do everything no matter how big or small it was just to appease your dad, so finally you had enough of seeing him so overworked that you ran after him.

"Nete! Let me do this....go relax." You said to him.

"What are you talking about y/n? Dad told me to do this stuff." He said to you.

"I know but when is the last time you got a proper rest? Or actually, enjoyed yourself? Nete let me take over these duties for a bit and you go enjoy yourself." You said to him.

"Are you sure?" He asked you hesitantly.

"I'm sure. Dad may forget that he has two older kids, but that doesn't mean I do...I know what needs to be done. Go enjoy yourself, bro." You said squeezing his shoulder.

"Thanks, sis." He said hugging you as you smiled at him.

That's how it went for a whole month, you would take over the task list that your dad gave your brother without lip or complaint while your brother got to enjoy himself and be a kid. But when you dad found out, he nearly blew a gasket.

"Why is your sister doing the tasks I specifically gave you??" Your dad asked Neyetam angrily.

"Sir I..."Your brother tried to say but you stopped him.

"Because I did them before he even got a chance to...Dad, you have two older kids....all the responsibility shouldn't be falling on Neyetam...I can be helping out as well so that's what I did...I gave him a break for once in his life....and as you can clearly see I can do it just as well as him." You said to him.

"Alright." He said not really knowing what to say.

From that day forward most of the tasks that neyetam had fell on you to and by god you didn't want to complain but it was a lot. It become so much that you started sleeping less, eating less but putting on a show to your family that you were okay even if you weren't. You never knew how your brother did this.

After breakfast you made your way to your ikran to complete your tasks for the day. As you were flying you felt yourself get weak. Your head started spinning and next thing you know you felt yourself falling down as the bond between you and your ikran break as she screamed out to you.

Your dad had became worried when you didn't return when you should've, all his worst fears came alive when your ikran came back to camp screaming meaning you were in danger. He climbed upon his, and followed yours where you were.

"Baby girl!" He called out climbing off of his ikran.

"Daddy?" You called out weakly from where you were slumped against the tree.

He turned towards you and saw you covered in blood and looking so pale. Had you been neglecting yourself because of him?

"Oh baby? What happened?" He asked you.

"I started to feel dizzy and lightheaded and then the bond broke and I fell almost three feet. I'm pretty sure my leg is broken. I'm sorry." You said.

"What are you apologizing for?" He asked you.

"For failing you. I didn't complete your tasks, I just wanted you to ease up on neteyam before something happened to him." You said as the tears slide down his face.

"You or Neyetam didn't fail me. We're gonna get you all better, and I promise I'll do better. I love you baby girl." He said placing a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you daddy." You said sleepy.

Jake gently picked you up and carried you in his arms before climbing on to ikran. As he flew back to camp, he only prayed to Eywa that you would survive and he would have a chance to make things right with you and your brother.

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star-girl69 · 2 years

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My Heart Never Knows

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: took major inspo from “yes to heaven” by lana del rey bc it’s so good and i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of injury, swearing, mentions of alcohol, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Six - Dance Anyways

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Your mother was a mediator.

She always tried to see both sides to a problem, listen to each side, carefully weigh the positives and negatives before coming to a conclusion.

The people loved her as tsahìk, her kind demeanor, sharp mind, and everyone always told you that you had inherited that.

You would always smile politely and thank them, but you never quite knew if it was true.

You never spent much time closely analyzing yourself like that- life always moved too fast. Day in and day out, you loved without really knowing who you are. You just did what felt right, what your heart guided you to do.

So when you walk away from Jake Sully, thinking about the fact you grabbed his hand, the way he looked at you like he thought about you the way you thought about him.

Why can you not go with your heart? He looks at you like you are the sun, like you are not just a figure in your sister’s shadow. He looks at you like he Sees you. Neytiri looks at you like she Sees you.

Under your pale blue skin, swirls a rolling storm. Waves as high as the trees, strong enough to sweep away anything in it’s path. It is hard, you think, to feel so violent on the inside yet never let it out. It stays, it grows, it burns.

You can feel the water rising in you, licking at you from the inside, demanding something, singing a song you cannot hear.

That is what you tell yourself. That you cannot hear it. That you are young and have all the time in the world, and you cannot hear it.

(You are not ignoring it.)

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That night, you sleep early, pushing Jake far away from your mind, not thinking about his hands or his eyes, his scars and his height.

You think he could wrap himself around you, fit around you, and you think Neytiri would fill the spots he could not.

You sleep with a storm inside you, with an ache in your ribs, a song in your stomach.

You cannot ignore it, but you pretend you do not understand it.

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“Why…” you mutter, staring down at the food in your hands. “Why would he do that? Lo’ak almost died, I-“

“He is foolish,” Ronal hisses, and it looks like she is resisting the urge to throttle her son. “Stupid.”

But you remember Ao’nung, wrapping his small hand around your finger when he was a baby, learning to walk while you clapped and cheered.

“Ao’nung is young, Ronal. Do not forget that. He is allowed to make mistakes and learn from them.” She settles her glare onto you, before she huffs and turns back to the fruit in her hands.

You sit in silence as the two of you eat, until Tsireya wakes and joins you, until Ao’nung does as well and comes, bruises on his light blue skin.

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“Hello,” you say, standing awkwardly at the edge of the mauri. Neytiri looks up and her face lights up, and you have to look away.

You see the children all look up, all gathered around the floor, breakfast in their hands.

You stand at the threshold, a basket in your hands, ready to drop it and run.

“Y/N,” Jake says, and you catch the surprise on his face before he tames it again. He stands, hands out as he walks over to you. “Let me help you,” he says, taking the basket from your hands.

“Ronal and Tonowari… they wanted to send this basket as another apology.” Jake looks through it, eyes raking through the items, and you wish he would look at you like that. “It is nothing much. Some seaweed to help with Lo’ak’s wounds, some herbs…”

Neytiri stands as well, hips swaying as she looks past Jake and into the woven basket. “Give them our thanks,” she says, but you can tell tensions are still tight between the two couples.

They are standing so close to you, and you see each breathe they take, each movement they make, and it goes straight to your ribs and stays there. Aching and aching, needing and needing, but you pretend you don’t know for what.

“I should be going,” you try, hands empty and ready to run. You feet are light as you slowly back up, and you don’t bother to see the look on their faces. (You already know what it will be.)

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When you have been living on your own for so long, running for so long, it is hard to find someone who will match you pace. Who will be able to hold your hand in theirs and still get through the obstacles that lie in the path in front of you.

Sometimes, the people whisper that you never have need to worry about being alone. That there is someone meant for you, someone out there, who will not fit into you like a puzzle piece. Who, instead, will fill your world.

Crawl into your lungs and your heart, into your ears and nose, yet pull back enough so they fill your field of vision. So they are everything, everything, and you will never want for more because you will already know more.

Sisters fill it, slightly, nieces do too. Brother’s do, nephews do, but only slightly. Not in the same way a mate does. That is what your people chase- to be encompassed like that, whole like that, bonded to someone else like Eywa meant. Who you mate with becomes your everything, and it is not taken lightly.

You have never felt that, never knew that. Mothers fill it, but then they are gone. And you are left with your sister and her mate, their children and a world to explore. But the only thing you want to explore is the body of your mate.

It is a festival tonight. The food is piled high onto the beach, the weapons stored away, and everyone is wearing their nicest outfits. Ronal had handed you the skirt you wear now, told you it would impress whoever you had met. You had taken it to appease her, with a roll of your eyes, and she only looked at you fondly before making sure Tsireya was ready to go.

You walk onto the beach behind your family, no fires needed to light the night.

Instead, the sand dances with bioluminescence, green and blue, just like you.

If you were mated, you would walk in with them, smiling fondly, at the feel of skin on yours, the sand beneath your toes.

Instead, you walk in with Tsireya, arms twisted together, skin on hers, sand beneath your toes.

Wind rustles your hair, your skirts, golden and woven in an intricate design. Dried plants stitched into it, and Ronal says that you look like Eywa has blessed you herself. Your top matches, wrapping around your bust, crawling up to your neck like a hand. But it is a comforting feeling, you decide.

You greet people, friends you are barely friends with, until they walk in. Their children immediately run off, and Jake and Neytiri find a group of people, and your heart burns at how happy they seem to be.

It is a festival for Eywa- the Metkayina will push away their reservations about the forest people in favor of this holy day.

“Y/N!” Kisre calls, and you look up from you place, pillow on the sand, food in your lap. She is your oldest friend, perhaps the only person you know who you could truly call a friend. “Will you come dance with us?”

She bends in front of you, taking one of your hands in your own, wild smile on her face. Her black hair spills down her back like waterfall, curls twisting about like waves and currents.

You glance around. There is a large open space for it, and a the ground is green and blue beneath you, but you see the hints of red and orange.

“Go, Y/N!” Ronal encourages, and you look to her wearily. “Dance. The skirt I gave you- it will look beautiful.”

Gems are woven into it, and you suppose they will catch the light of the one fire while you dance, and suddenly Kisre is tugging you up and you are laughing with her, giggling on the sand, and she is yelling at you that your arms are in the wrong position with a smile ok her face.

And then you are dancing, twirling around each other, arms weaving through the air in a practiced motion, feet swinging out and kicking up sand, skirt swinging and your eyes are closed, but an explosion of color rests behind your eyelids. The brightest ones are the red and orange.

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“Kisre, please! I am dizzy- Kisre-” you laugh, hands wrapped around her forearms and hers around yours. She laughs at your statement, and you laugh too, but she lets you go and you veer towards the edge of the dance floor.

Your mind is blurry from the drinks Kisre gave you, bitter like something dark, but the burn as it sild down your throat reminded you of them.

(Would they burn like that, too? If they crawled into you, filled your senses, filled you, would they burn? Would it matter, as long as you burned together?)

But she does not follow you, and you hear the low rumble of a man’s voice from behind you, and you smile to yourself.

The world spins around you, and just as you think you are about to fall, warm hands wrap around your shoulders, big enough to encompass the entirety of them.

“You alright there, sweetheart?” you look up at Jake, his hands warm on yours and, and your ribs sing for him and your blood does too.

“Dizzy!” you shout, placing your hands on his biceps. He smiles at you, and you are free and careless, unaware and in need of a shining knight.

“You should sit down,” Neytiri smiles, and you suddenly feel her soft touch trailing along your cheekbone. But just as your vision returns to you, your feet feel steady on the ground, the feeling is gone and you must have imagined it.

“You should,” Jake affirms, but neither of them are really serious.

Besides, you are drunk on the movement, on the feel of your arms cutting through the air, chemicals flowing through you unbounded and you are happy and free.

Besides, you have your eyes on them, have your mind on them, and they are everything in this moment.

You trail your hands down his arms, backing up, but he doesn’t stop touching you, so he has no choice but to glide his big, warm hands down the slope of your arms too. Your bottom lip finds it’s way in between your teeth, and you move your hips to the sound of the music.

Even if they won’t dance, you’ll dance anyways, make their eyes turn to you. Something fills your veins, lowers your inhibitions, and your mind is not in control. Your heart is, your ribs are.

Your hand leaves Jake, finding Neytiri’s hand, and when you look at her she is staring at you like you are the sun. When you find the strength to look back at Jake, he looks as you as if your clothes aren’t on your body, eyes half-lidded and lips wet, like he had licked them while you looked at Neytiri.

“Dance with me,” you say.

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Save me

Hello there friends, I hope everyone is doing well, I know it has been a really long time since I post, I have the terrible habit of stop writing when everything gets too much for me. This pass year my life has been like a roller coaster; I know probably all of you or the majority don't care to much about it but I have to express it somewhere and somehow, but anyway I leave you with this ending of the non-series that I made. Divider by @firefly-graphics

Broken Rule

Regrets

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester sister

Warnings: Mention of killing, blood, and curses.

Words: 827

Notes: Listen Save me from BTS

Tag’s: @valsworldofcreativity @helenasingers @r13mar @elijahs-wife

You crumble next to a tree, your right-hand applying pressure on your bloody open wound. “Damned” you curse watching the blood staring to spread on your t-shirt.

Leaning your head on the tree for support, you could see the clear sky adorned by stars, what a beautiful night to end up dying, you thought, well at least the constant sadness and emptiness settle on your heart would disappear and you would finally rest, although it will be forever.

You could hear the footsteps on the dry leaves from both sides getting closer and closer “shit” you cursed, getting up, the tree as your support, taking a deep breath and trying to concentrate to find where the attack would be first “right” you mentioned, raising your gun and pointing that direction.

“It’s impressive how far you could go with that wound” the ghoul in human form announces appearing on the other side, making you turn abruptly, whining at the sudden movement, pointing the gun at him. “I'm a Winchester after all” you replied proudly trying to ignore the buzz in your ears and blurred look.

“Oh, I'm aware of it” starting to walk in your direction, a macabre smile on his lips “soon you will stop being one”

Aiming your gun at him, but failing due your blurred gaze, you knew even you end up killing him, the other ghoul, that isn't too far away would reach you and kill you, lowering your gun and glancing to the sky, forgetting the ghoul in front of you “how I like to see you just one more time”

Splashes reached your face, getting it wet, making you look in front of you, just in time to see the ghoul’s head drop along his body, reveling a human form “what the hell?” you whisper before fainting.

Stopping the engine of your car, you release a sigh resting your head on the seat. “Let’s get this over with” you voice worn out.

“Oh, you’re back” Sam exclaims, excited while watching you descend the stairs of the bunker.

“Don’t get too excited Sammy” you warm him “just staying until Bobby calls back with a new assignment” you mention once you were close by.

“Oh” he let out sad “how was your last hunting?” he inquiry, concern.

“Same as always” passing him by in direction to your room, not giving him much attention or time to chat. “Search, hunt and kill, just to do it all over again”

“Sis, I’m worry about you” he declared in a tone that make you stop suddenly.

A sigh left your mouth, turning around to see him, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes, trying to calm him, after all he was your baby brother “I’m fine Sammy, don’t worry” you state before continuing your way.

“She just needs a shower, food and a good night of sleep” Dean bring up, while patting his shoulder.

“I hope you’re right Dean” his gaze fix where you disappear “or she could end hurting herself badly”

Dropping your duffel bag at the edge of the bed, while at the same time falling face down on it “shit” cursing almost immediately once laying down.

Standing up, in direction of your bathroom, the reflection on the mirror stopped you from examining your abdomen wound, dark circles under your eyes, pale skin, cuts and bruises where your clothes allowed to see.

Lowering your head with eyes closed, good reason for Sam concerns, how could you be so reckless? Your mind drifting to New Orleans and to him.

The ring of your phone distracts you, answering as a reflect, “Hi Bobby, what do you have for me?”

Giving one last glance to your bedroom, you could notice all the difference between here and your bedroom back in New Orleans, all kind of books scattered around on both rooms, messy bed instead a neat one, closed and dusty smell instead of his, like sandalwood and rum spice. A scent you swear you could smell.

Denying with your head before passing your duffel bag over your shoulder, starting your way to the garage, trying at all cost to avoid any of your brothers.

“Y/N” Sam call your name, your hand on the garage knob.

“Almost” you whisper before turning around, forcing a smile for your own good “Bobby call, a possible Wendigo in Oklahoma” you state.

“Castiel is on his way, you could rest while he arrives to cure you” he suggests “if we explain Bobby, he will understand, he can assign another hunter” he offers coming closer to you.

“I can't Sam” making him stop confuse, looking at you waiting for an explanation. You sigh defeated “hunting it's the only thing that keeps me sane” you reveal to him.

“If this is about New Orleans, you know you can talk to me” he affirms and offer.

“Yeah” you respond in a low voice, turning around “there’s nothing to talk about” you declared before leaving.

A familiar scent reaches your nostrils, blinking several times to adjust your eyes to the bright light, some pieces of memory returning, causing you to a seated position abruptly.

“You’re finally awake” the soft but firm voice express, setting your glance on him.

“Elijah” you pronounce “what are you doing here?” question him but didn't allow him to finish “Don't get me wrong without you I would be probably dead,” you stop and start looking around “shit! I need to call my brothers; Dean will kill me” you express trying to stand up from bed.

His hand on your shoulder, stopping you from standing “Calm down” giving you a glass of water “I came for you” turning away from you “they’re here”

“Y/N!” Sam shout as soon he enters, reaching your side while Dean stand behind watching Elijah.

“I would leave you alone” he said, with his glance fix in you.

“Elijah!” you exclaim trying to stand reach him.

He was next to you in an instant, thanks to his vamp speed, his right hand on your back and his left one on yours “I won't go anywhere” he assures you “I would get another room” caressing your hand before leaving you, Dean glance follow him.

“So, that was Elijah” Sam state more than question, watching you nod.

“What the hell is he doing here? With you on a hotel room?” Dean inquired, crossing his arms over his chest waiting for you to answer.

“He’s the reason why I’m alive, Dean” taking a deep breath, remembering the events “I keep screwing up things,” Sam squeezing your hand, encourage you to continue “there where 2 ghouls instead one, I was able to kill one but I end up several injured, I was chase thought the forest, was about to kill me when Elijah appear”

“Killing the ghoul and saving you” Sam finish for you “where were you hurt?” lifting your right side of your blouse “there’s nothing here”

“How?” Dean exclaimed, inspecting where the wound used to be.

“Vampire blood” you spilled out of your mouth without thinking, to then look to their confused faces “has healing qualities” you stop, taking a sip of the water glass to then continue “but if you die with it in your system, you begin the transition to vampire”

Before Dean could start a fight, a knock on the door was listen, before Elijah enter the room “my apologies for the interruption, the vampire blood is almost out of her system and there’s nothing to worry about it” he explains approaching Sam, providing a key “you should settle down while your sister rest” he announces.

“Oh sure, thanks” Sam answer before giving you one last squeeze in your hand “try to rest” glancing at Dean.

Dean’s gaze changed between you and Elijah, a resigned sigh “Get some sleep kiddo” he orders before leaving the room.

Elijah starts to walk to the room door, “stay” you shout while his hand settles on the knob. He didn't say anything, just took off his suit jacket and vest, leaving it on a chair to then walk to your side and lay down, he passes his hand under your head, making you use it as pillow, your head set on the crook of his arm.

“How are you feeling?” he questions you, starting to caress your head.

“A little tired and sore” answering in automatic, your mind in other things.

“What is in your mind, darling?” moving to his side to see you.

You lift your head to see him, your gazes crossing “Too many questions and no answers at all”

He smiles “I would answer 3 of those questions” kissing your forehead “think wisely darling” he advice you.

You nod, thinking your questions, after a few minutes “How did you find me?” you finally question him.

“My sisters, Freya along Rebekah did a locator spell to find you” he expresses “they miss you”

You open your mouth “they miss me?” you state without thinking.

“Are you sure you want to use your question?” he questions you, looking you denied of his question and stay quiet for a few minutes.

“Why are you here?” you whisper, not sure enough to listen the answer.

“For you,” he declares “it seems you have you have caused a quit impression in all of my siblings, even Klaus express he don't have anyone to fight” he then presses his forehead in yours, a few inches away your face “to be true I’m smitten with you” he finally admits.

Placing you hand over his cheek “what this means to us?” closing your eyes, knowing the answer of this question could change everything.

He puts his hand over yours, caressing it, making you open your eyes “Darling, I love you. And I would fight for you, against anyone or anything” he announces watching you directly.” he places a kiss on your lips before standing from bed “we’ll talk about this later” he let you know before the door open reveling your brother with a tray of foods.

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