#hearing him talk about how sacred it is to be the father of girls im just like MY FATHER WOULD NEVER

[thelastharbinger]

Tenoch Huerta on the Dad Life:

(also please enjoy listening to Nochie cuss. a lot. one of my favorite things about him.)

[marauders-simppp]

A/N this is a poly!marauders fix but it starts off as just James! I don’t know how many chapters there will be but i don’t imagine this being short. IM SO SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR ERRORS!!!

Josephine Donn-Byrne was not raised in a good household. Her father, Daniel, was a dick. He was an abusive alcoholic and when he wasn’t abusing his kids or his wife, he was abusing drugs. Her mother, Beth, was a bipolar cunt. When she was happy, she would spend all of the money the family had spent saving up and when she was depressed, she was just like Daniel.

When Joey was 9, Daniel overdosed and she found him dead in her closet while she and her 7-year-old brother Aidan were playing hide and seek. Her mother had gone into rehab after that. Then, the government decided to put Joey and Aidan in a group home for the rest of their lives.

Now, when Dumbledore broke down the door and told Joey she was a witch she wasn’t fucking surprised because she already fucking knew. What she didn’t know, was that her father and mother had been a part of this fucking cult thing called the sacred 28.

That meant, that Joey and Aidan werea partt of some of the last families in the wizarding world that was still “pureblood” or whatever the fuck that meant.

On September 1st, 1971, Joey and Aidan pushed through the crowds at Kings Cross station in an attempt at getting to the platform on time.

They were almost late but ended up having just enough time to get Joey on the train with her luggage and barely enough time to say goodbye.

On the train, while Joey was looking for somewhere to sit, she saw a girl a little bit taller than herself with dark skin and long legs.

They introduced themselves and Joey learned that her name was Dorcas Meadowes. A beautiful name if you asked her.

She and Dorcas went to look for an empty compartment but the only place they found was a room with 2 boys by the names of Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch.

Barty and Joey clicked immediately. They both liked the same things, Quidditch, David Bowie, QUEEN, reading, poetry, etc. The four 1st years talked the entire train ride to Hogwarts. They all got along quite well for students who had just met.

At the sorting, Joey felt surprisingly relaxed. On the train, Barty and her newfound friends had told her about the houses and how the best one was Slytherin.

When Joey was called to get sorted the hat had announced that she had been placed in Slytherin. But, Joey couldn’t help but notice a pair of eyes on her coming from the Gryffindor table. When she looked over she was met with the vivid grey eyes belonging to a boy who Joey could identify as Sirius Black.

He kept eye contact with her until she felt as though he was staring straight into her soul and she looked away. That was the first time Joey had ever seen Sirius and it was as if the air had been knocked straight out of her.

He was sitting with three other boys, one had sandy brown hair and scars on his face and the parts of his arms that were exposed. Another boy had blonde hair and he looked very scrawny. The 3rd and last boy had darker skin and hair that looked almost black, he was talking animatedly with a boy that looked a couple of years older than him who had pearly white teeth and slicked hair.

He looked to be in his 3rd year and he kept getting distracted by a girl at a different table who had long mousy brown hair with bangs and pigtails.

When Joey looked away she immediately saw Barty and Evan sitting next to each other while they waved her over to them. She went to sit by them and when she did, Barty started talking to her in a calm voice so they could still hear the other students getting sorted.

Dorcas got sorted into their house which made Joey insanely happy that she wouldn’t have to hang out with only Evan and Barty all year.

When their classes started they had most periods with Gryffindor which got very chaotic very fast. During potions, Lily Evans and Remus Lupin kept trying to get the best score possible which seemed ridiculous to Barty and Joey who couldn’t care less about their grades, as long as they passed the class they’d be fine.

During the fourth week of school, Evan was in the library studying for a quiz he had to take again because he failed it the first time he took it when he met a girl named Pandora Lestrange. She had breathtakingly platinum blonde hair and beautiful baby-blue eyes.

Evan and Pandora got along right away so, the next day at breakfast, he decided to introduce her to Joey, Barty, and Dorcas. They all loved Pandora immediately which Evan was grateful for because he enjoyed her company and he wanted to be able to hang out with her more.

Throughout their first year, Joey had a crush on Sirius Black. Ever since she made eye contact with him on the first day she could feel something shift inside her. She wasn’t necessarily attracted to his looks and appearance but more to his loud personality.

During their second year at Hogwarts, Regulus Black got sorted into Slytherin where he, Joey, Evan, Barty, and Pandora all became insanely good friends. Joey’s crush on Sirius drifted away slightly when Regulus told her about how shitty of a brother he could be.

In potions that year they had to have partners for a couple of assignments, Joey got paired with Remus Lupin for most of them which she wished she could say she hated. But, truthfully, she developed a bit of a crush on him instead.

She loved how his laugh was almost infectious, she loved his sandy brown hair, she loved his sense of style, she loved how he always had chocolate, but most of all, she loved how quiet he was. He wasn’t quiet in a normal way, no, he was quiet in his way.

He was loud once you got to know him but he was quiet in every other way. Hell, even his clothes seemed quiet. The way he wrote seemed quiet.

During their 3rd year, Joey was still crushing on Remus Lupin but not as much. She, Barty, Evan, and Regulus decided to join the Slytherin Quidditch team which worked out for them because they all got positions on the team.

Joey and Evan were Beaters, Barty was a Chaser, and Regulus got Seeker which he was uncharacteristically happy about. James Potter and Sirius Black were also on the Griffindor Quidditch team which proved to be a lot of fun for Joey and Evan because they got to taunt Sirius even though Joey still had a tiny crush on him.

What Joey didn’t know was that every time she would walk out onto the Quidditch pitch Remus Lupin would silently pray that she wouldn’t get hurt. What Joey also didn’t know was that Remus shared her crush. He felt the same way about her but he knew that Sirius would be pissed at him for having a crush on his little brother’s friend.

That year, Joey’s younger brother Aidan came to Hogwarts and got sorted into Slytherin with her. He was constantly getting into trouble for fighting other kids and causing unnecessary problems.

Now, during their 4th year is when things started getting interesting, Joey had gotten “hot” over the summer according to half of their year. Multiple people had tried asking her out, boys and girls, but Joey had her mind set on one, sometimes two, people. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.

When Joey ran into Remus on the train and saw him wearing Doc Martens, a sweater vest over a collared shirt, jeans with pins on them, and a messenger bag covered in pins, she was convinced that he was gay.

So, naturally, she tried to get over him. She tried messing around in a broom closet with a girl that had asked her out, she tried making out with some guy at a party, and she even tried getting a new crush. But nothing seemed to work.

Now, the thing about Remus Lupin is yes, yes he is gay. But not fully. He’s Bisexual. So, he still likes Joey, but he’s just a more feminine boy when it comes down to it. Sirius Black was the same way. He would wear mesh shirts and low-waisted jeans with designs and patches on them.

When Sirius introduced James Potter to waist chains, James thought he would die. He immediately loved them and he wore them every Hogsmeade weekend when they would go out.

Joey Donn-Byrne never thought that she could be attracted to not one but 3 guys that she was pretty sure were gay.

That’s another thing. Joey had begun to have a crush on James after she tried getting over Remus. She knew that James was too busy simping over Lily to notice her but still. Joey loved playing Quidditch against the Griffindor team even more now because she adored the power she felt when they would win and James looked about ready to cry standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch with his broom in his hand.

Aidan was still constantly getting into fights with other 2nd years for the dumbest reasons. He was given detention for most of the year, and he didn’t have detention the other times because he hadn’t gotten caught.

That year, Professor Slughorn decided it would be a good idea to have there be more projects where you needed an assigned partner. During these projects, Joey got paired with all 4 Marauders at least twice.

She and Sirius got along great except he still pretended to hold a small grudge against her simply for being friends with his younger brother. Remus and her had always gotten along well and they were both hoping that that would never change.

With James, he always had so much energy that usually, Joey could match, but sometimes he was just too much and she had to tell him to be quiet and calm down which he immediately obliged every time.

James had started to reciprocate the feelings that Joey had for him. He wasn’t mad about it either. He loved the thought of her and him together. Even though she was friends with Regulus and she was in Slytherin, he still really really liked her and the power she had over him.

Remus and Sirius also began having crushes. Both on Joey and each other. Though, neither of them knew that.

It was now 5th year and Joey was walking Aidan through the crowded area that was Kings Cross station. She was sporting a black eye that a girl named Angela Spring decided to give her when she accidentally used her eyeliner instead of her own.

The siblings were getting weird looks left and right. Aidan was wearing baggy clothes, a red crew neck hoodie with jeans held up by a shoelace he took off of one of his old pairs of hoes while Joey was wearing a pair of baggy overalls and a mesh “bra” with rainbow triangles covering her nipples and she was wearing her favorite converse that had many things embroidered and drawn onto them.

As they got closer to the gate between platforms 9 and 10, Aidan pushed her ahead so that she could go first. Joey obliged and ran through the gate while pushing her trolly. When she got through she was met by the beautiful sight that was platform 9 ¾.

There were 1st years and their parents hugging and crying, 7th years meeting up with their friends for the last time, 4th years that were excited for finally being considered “little kids” anymore, and 5th years that were happy to see their friends but on the inside they were dreading O.W.Ls at the end of the year.

Joey turned around when she heard Aidan grunting as he tripped over his cart while running through the platform.

“Fucking twat.” Joey snorted as she reached a hand out to help Aidan up.

“Shut the fuck up, fucking cunt.” Aidan snapped back jokingly.

“Yeah, yeah. Go find another whore to fuck around with.” Joey said as she pushed Aidan away.

Shoving through the crowd was proving to be a challenge for Joey and her luggage. Nobody was letting her past them and all the first years were blocking the way by taking so long to say goodbye to their parents.

Joey got onto the train after almost getting trampled twice. She searched the compartments until she found one that held Barty, Evan, and Regulus. Some of her best friends.

The second she opened the door, Barty was already shooting up out of his seat to hug her. When he did, he ended up pushing her out into the hallway again so that her back was against the wall on the other side of the hallway.

“I missed you so fucking much,” Barty grumbled into Joey’s hair, hugging her tighter.

“I can tell.” Joey chuckled as she hugged him with just as much enthusiasm.

Usually, during summer, they could all hang out together but this summer, Barty’s parents took him to Italy, Dorcas’s parents took her to France, Regulus’s parents never let him out of the house, Pandora’s parents took her to the US, and Evan’s parents took him to Asia. Joey had stayed at the group home doing absolutely nothing besides getting high off of shitty weed she had gotten off this guy on the corner.

They went back into the compartment and talked while they waited for Dorcas and Pandora to get there. When Dorcas finally showed up she pulled Joey into a hug faster than light.

“That’s a bit of a risky outfit, don't you think?” Dorcas joked as she pulled away from the hug to take in Joey’s appearance. Her hair was slightly shorter because over the summer she and Aidan cut each other’s hair, she was still the same height, and she had more mature features. But, not only that, it seemed that she had grown into her body better. Her arms seemed less lanky, along with her legs, and from what Dorcas could tell, her boobs and ass had gotten bigger.

“Oh shut up,” Joey laughed, sitting back down in her seat next to Regulus. Dorcas sat next to her, close to the door while Regulus sat leaning against the window with a book in hand. Dorcas spread out across Joey, laying her head in her lap.

Evan was across from Regulus and Barty was across from Joey with a smile on his face. They talked until Pandora got to the compartment and sat next to Barty while she told them how America was.

About 2 hours into the ride, Dorcas had fallen asleep on Joey Evan was asleep leaning against the window, Pandora was talking with Barty and Joey about music, and Regulus was silently reading his book.

“Whose your favorite artist or artists?” Barty asked Joey and Pandora.

“David Bowie, QUEEN, ABBA, and Mott The Hoople,” Joey replied with zero hesitation.

“Umm, I would say, The Beatles,” Pandora replied in her dreamy voice.

“Ok, well, Joey, what does David Bowie mean to you?” Barty asked the curly-haired girl.

“What does David Bowie mean to me?! What does air mean to my lungs?!?!” Joey asked louder than was necessary.

What she didn't know was that the Marauders had been walking past their compartment with snacks and candy in their hands from the trolly lady right when she said that, making them stop momentarily. Remus, James, and Sirius could’ve sworn that they all felt themselves falling for her even harder.

They paused when they heard her angelic voice yelling about David Bowie. Remus looked towards Sirius who only shrugged before leaning closer to the door with a closed curtain.

“Wait, wait. Imagine how weird it would be to have a piss kink.” Joey laughed causing Barty and Pandora to laugh too, “No, no, I’m serious. Like, this boy last year, we were dead ass fucking, and then he looked me dead in the eyes and just went “Piss on me”. And I-I was like “What the fuck bro?!” It was so fucked up I’m not even joking.” Joey said between laughs. At this point, all three teens inside the compartment were laughing hysterically.

Sirius chuckled lightly along with James and Remus. They loved hearing Joey laugh. To them, it was a noise they couldn’t live without.

The rest of the train ride was spent laughing, smoking, and playing card games. When they got to Hogwarts, they all got off the train quickly to get a carriage together.

All the carriages were full except for a couple, but the one that the group could have fit in already had a Ravenclaw couple in it so Joey and Barty volunteered to get a different one together so they didn’t have to be alone.

They looked down the line of carriages to see one with the silhouettes of only four people which was perfect considering the carriages carried six people at a time.

While they walked down the line of carriages Joey lit a cigarette she found in her pocket. She had no idea where it came from but she didn’t care.

They opened the door to the carriage only to be met by the Marauders lounging comfortably around the seats.

“Alright scooch over,” Joey told James as she climbed in and sat in the open seat next to him close to the door. He was sitting next to Sirius who was closest to the “window”.

Barty sat across from Joey next to Remus while Peter sat across from Sirius.

“What are you doing in here?” Peter asked curiously. He didn’t even mean for it to come out rude he just genuinely wanted to know what two Slytherins were doing in the same carriage as 4 Griffindors.

“All the others were full,” Barty replied shortly before glaring at Joey for choosing to sit with the Marauders instead of just finding a different compartment.

James would never admit it but truthfully he was sweating and fidgeting nervously because of his proximity to Joey. He, Remus, and Sirius were using all of their might not to look at Joey’s chest which was mostly exposed due to her mesh shirt.

“Aren’t you supposed to have changed into your uniforms by now?” Sirius voiced the question that had been through all four Griffindor’s heads.

“Well we didn’t on the train and I’m sure you wouldn’t want us changing in here now would you?” Barty snapped at him.

“Now don’t make assumptions Barty. You never know what’s going on in a teenage boy's mind.” Joey taunted with a sly smirk on her face.

“I’m a teenage boy.” Barty was quick to defend himself.

“Yes but then again, let's not make assumptions.” She mocked. Barty glared at her and the Griffindors had to hold back their laughter.

“What book are you reading?” Joey asked Remus who was holding a book that looked like it had been used for years on end.

“Oh, um, it’s a Muggle book called “The Outsiders”,” Remus informed her. She nodded having never read the book before because as Remus had said it was a Muggle book.

“Is it any good?” She asked the boy. James was almost jealous at the amount of attention Joey was giving to Remus and not him so he decided to butt into the conversation.

“He’s constantly talking about it and carrying it around so yeah I’d assume it was good.” He snapped. Joey shot him a menacing glance.

“It’s rude to interrupt you know?” She ask him although it was more of a statement against him. It was almost as if James was trying to curl in on himself after Joey’s excursion of dominance.

“Calm the fuck down, nobody cares.” Barty joked causing Joey to kick his shin lightly. But, Barty, in all of his theatrical dramatics, had to make a big deal out of it by grabbing his shin and wailing loudly.

Joey wanted to die at that moment. She didn’t think that she had ever been that embarrassed. She rarely got embarrassed. She was usually the one embarrassing her friends. Not the other way around. But in front of all of her crushes, it was a new feeling. One that she couldn’t tell if she liked or not.

“Anyways, to answer your question, Joey, yes. It is a good book. One of my favorites.” Remus replied.

“What’s it about?” Joey asked him curiously.

Remus and Joey then spent the entire carriage ride talking about “The Outsiders” and other books they had both read while Sirius and James spent most of it trying not to look at Joey’s tits and Barty and Peter spent it playing rock paper scissors silently.

At some point during the ride, Joey threw her cigarette out the window and lit a new one causing Sirius to swoon even more.

James had fallen asleep towards the end of the ride leaning against Joey’s shoulder which she truly didn’t mind whatsoever but the boy wasn’t small and he was slightly crushing her. When the carriage stopped, Remus reached over to shake James awake but Joey stopped him saying that she could do it.

They all got out of the carriage except James and Joey the latter of which was still trying to ease James awake.

“Hey, love? You need to wake up now.” Joey cooed into James’ ear. James began to stir but as he did so he moved his face farther into Joey’s neck almost hitting her sweet spot which would have been embarrassing because she probably would have moaned.

After James woke up, the two of them walked up to the castle together seeing as all of their friends had already left.

“Don’t you still need to change?” James asked the girl nervously.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I do. Wanna come?” Joey asked, hiding the teasing tone in her voice.

“Er, where exactly?” James asked as he ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit he had picked up somehow.

“To help me find somewhere to change?” Joey smirked at the now-blushing boy.

“Er, I mean-I, um, a-are you s-serious?” James stuttered making Joey laugh lightly.

“Yes, I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.” Joey smiled up at the boy. He was tall, around 6’0-6’1. Sirius was shorter than him, around 5’11, but Remus was the tallest out of all of them being 6’4. Joey had to crane her neck to look at any of them considering she was only 5’4 and a whole foot shorter than Remus.

“O-ok,” James replied hesitantly while fidgeting with his fingers. Joey reached over and took one of his hands in hers, intertwining them as they walked. James was a furious shade of red and he knew it, and so did Joey.

“W-why did you d-do that?” James asked referring to their hands.

“Because you were fidgeting,” Joey stated as if it was obvious. But by the look on James’ face, he had no idea what she meant, “I don’t like it when you fidget, as cute as it is. I watch you do it in class a lot after you get a question wrong and I don’t like it.” She concluded.

“Oh. Ok. Where are you taking me?” James asked, trying to change the subject from one that made him blush even more than he thought was possible, to where Joey planned on taking him so she could change.

“Probably an empty classroom, I don’t know. Most people are gonna be at the feast anyways so it doesn’t really matter where.” Joey replied.

The two of them looked for an unlocked, empty classroom for about 5 minutes but to James and his impatient mind, he would have said an hour at the least.

“Here!” James exclaimed as he finally found a door to a dark classroom that opened.

“Great, thanks love,” Joey said walking into the classroom and taking James’ hand to pull him in with her.

“D-do you want me to close my eyes or something?” James asked nervously. The atmosphere had changed from a silly one where they were joking as they ran around finding a classroom to more of a serious one.

“If that’s what you’re comfortable with, then yes,” Joey replied softly. She could tell that James was very inexperienced with intimate things such as this, so she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable or scare him away.

“O-ok. D-do I…do I have to l-look away?” James stuttered pathetically. He was almost shitting himself with fear of rejection or her thinking he was weird and making him leave and then never talking to him again.

“No, you don’t have to. I’m ok with that.” Joey replied with a soft smile on her face, she was happy that James was ok with asking her for “embarrassing” things. But, she was also in love with the amount of power she had over him from just the simplest things.

“You ready?” She asked with the same smile still etched on her face.

“Yeah,” James said, this time, without hesitance.

Joey then set her bag which held her robes and other things she needed on the train, on a desk, and began to undo the straps of her overalls. She watched James as his mouth fell open when he saw her standing in only her mesh top and dark blue thong.

Joey then reached around her back to unhook the small clasp at the back of her top. She undid it and slowly, very slowly, let the straps fall over her shoulders then slide down her arm and onto the floor.

James could feel his mouth watering at just the sight of her tits. He had never seen any in person, just in the magazines Sirius had under his bed in their dorm room, so you can imagine his surprise when he saw Joey’s.

He thought they were perfect. He thought she was perfect. No. He knew she was perfect. The only time he had been this intimate with a girl was when Holly Springfield who was in 6th year last year, tried to make out with James in the library, who, at the time, was in 4th year.

“C-can I t-touch them?” James asked just above a whisper. If Joey hadn’t been listening to every sound he had been making she would have missed it. Joey smirked as she watched his feet shuffle on the floor. He didn’t fidget his fingers though because he knew she didn’t like that.

“Yes, love. Come here.” Joey said as she beckoned him over to her. James walked the short distance they had between them over to the half-naked woman. She took his hands in hers, giving them a small, reassuring squeeze, before bringing them up to her tits.

James cupped them lightly before giving them a gentle squeeze. He watched as her nipples perked up even though his hands were warm, and squeezed a little harder. Joey moaned softly causing James to whimper.

“I need to put my clothes on love,” Joey whispered to James. He looked up at her with a sort of desperation in his eyes.

“C’mon. We’re already late to the feast just let me put my clothes on,” Joey coaxed. Eventually, James let go of her tits and let her slip her skirt up her legs and hang around her waist while she put her button-up shirt on. She tucked in her shirt and looked towards James expectantly.

“Can you come to zip this up?” She asked with a small gesture as she motioned to the zipper on the back of her skirt, truthfully, she didn’t need him to zip it, she could reach it perfectly fine, but, she loved seeing the blush on his cheeks as he got even remotely close to her.

After James zipped her skirt with shaky hands, Joey put her tie around her neck but left it loose and rolled her black stockings up to her thick thighs.

“Cool, let’s go,” Joey said taking James’ hand and leading him to the great hall where the sorting would begin soon.

Joey kissed James’ cheek before opening the doors and walking to her seat at Slytherin's table next to Barty and the rest of her friends who all gave her incredulous looks.

“Did you just shag my brother’s douchey best friend?” That was the first thing Regulus said when Joey sat down.

“No, I did not shag him. If you must know he was just helping me with something.” Joey dismissed, it wasn’t completely a lie, he had helped her zip her skirt.

“Yeah, sure.” Regulus scoffed. Just then, the doors to the great hall boomed open, and in came Professor McGonagall with an army of first years nervously walking behind her.

After the sorting, a multitude of foods appeared on the table which the entire school ate with zero hesitance.

Joey was now walking to her house's common room with Barty and Regulus seeing as the rest of their friends had decided to eat some more before walking back.

“Oi! Joey!” Someone called from down the busy corridor. Joey turned around and stood on her tiptoes to try and get a glimpse of who had called her name. She then saw a flash of golden hair and immediately knew who it was.

“Hey, Amos.” Joey cringed at her voice. She could hear Barty and Regulus snickering behind her causing her to reach back just to slap their biceps.

“Um, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me on the first Hogsmeade weekend?” The 6th year Hufflepuff asked her, trying to hide his excitement, “I know it’s only the first night and all but I didn’t want you to get snatched up.” He chuckled nervously.

“Erm, I don’t know Amos, I kind of want to keep my options open right now. But I’ll think about it!” Joey called to him as her friends whisked her away.

“I want to keep my options open?!” Barty laughed loudly as they turned a corner.

“I don’t know! What did you want me to say?!” Joey laughed along.

“You should’ve said, “Oh, hey Amos, listen, buddy, I’d rather fuck a turtle than let you anywhere near me thank you very much”!” Regulus laughed which only fueled Joey and Barty. Pretty soon, all three Slytherins were bent over while they hysterically laughed.

“Ok, c’mon. We don’t want Filch to come over and yell at us.” Barty said as they began walking to the dungeons. They walked down the narrow staircase while chatting, careful to avoid the disappearing step.

They walked through the wall at the end of the corridor in the dungeons to see the same tapestry of Salzar Slytherin standing on some random hill while muggles died around him, rolling on the floor while blood spilled out of them or they lay cold on the floor, hit by and unforgivable.

“Pureblood,” Regulus said to Salazar who gave them an approving smile and let them through.

They walked into the dinghy common room where most of the rest of the people in their house were talking, playing games, or reading. Most people would expect the Slytherins to be boring but they were anything but.

The common room had a very green theme, with green curtains and couches and black and silver accents on everything. Joey was lucky that her favorite color was green otherwise she would have hated the common room.

The fire was burning with a bright flame that warmed up all the students sitting on the couches around it. Avery Mulciber happened to be one of those people. He was sitting with Lucious Malfoy and some of his other foul friends, a lot of them were on the Quidditch team which Joey, Berty, Evan, and Regulus hated.

“Ah, well if it isn’t the mudblood lover!” Avery exclaimed when he made eye contact with Joey, “You know, I would consider fucking you if you hadn’t already gotten that filthy mudblood cum in you.” He taunted. Joey honestly gave zero fucks about what Avery was saying. She had only ever messed around with some people last year and that was mostly making out. She had one boy that she fucked about 4 times all last semester and a girl that she had fucked about 9 times all of last year.

“Shut the fuck up Mulciber.” Barty snarled. Avery and his friends laughed loudly before approaching the 3 younger students.

Joey walked up the stairs before they could get close to her. She despised Avrey’s friend group. They were all either Death Eaters or lined up to be.

Joey walked into her room only to be met by 3 of her 4 roommates sitting around the room talking. Courtney Casbin, Reese Frenky, and Yasmine Garcia were the girls that shared the dorm with Joey, Dorcas was the other person.

Joey went to her bed in the corner of the room. Ysmine’s bed was closest to the door, then it was Reese, then Courtney, then Dorcas’s bed which was right next to Joey’s. There was a desk for each student in between the beds. Except, Joey’s was against a wall opposite of her bed because her bed was directly against the wall.

The girls ignored Joey as she went to her trunk at the foot of her bed to pull out the new posters and pictures she had gotten over the summer to hang above her bed.

She had a multitude of kinds of posters. From David Bowie to ABBA, to her favorite Quidditch team, to muggle movies, she had it all. She had them up not only because she liked them but because it pissed off all of her roommates except Dorcas because her bed looked the same.

She hung up some Polaroids she had of her and Aidan messing around with random shit they found around the group home, then she hung up a small-ish pride flag. Courtney saw her do this making her scoff. Joey knew she was homophobic. She was very vocal about it and her thoughts on Joey’s “lifestyle”.

Joey ignored her and got up to shower in the built-in bathroom she and her roommates shared. She got out after washing her hair and her body then put on a big QUEEN shirt and a pair of comfy underwear then fell asleep.

When Joey woke up she wasn’t surprised to see that everybody was already out of the dorm except Dorcas who was still snoring quietly. She looked at the clock on the desk in between her and Dorcas’ beds to see that it was already 8:15. That meant that the girls would have 15 minutes to get dressed, eat breakfast, and get to class by 9:00.

Joey quickly got up and started shaking Dorcas awake.

“Fuck off,” Dorcas grumbled as she turned away from Joey still half asleep.

“Get the fuck up! We have 15 fucking minutes!” Joey yelled at her. Dorcas was up in a second, they both got dressed with their shirts halfway tucked and the stockings only partially rolled up their legs.

Joey’s eyeliner from yesterday had stained her under eyes because she hadn’t washed her face at all but she didn’t mind it because, in her opinion, eyeliner and mascara looked better the day after.

They both threw on their shoes and grabbed their bags before running downstairs and into the empty common room. They ran to the kitchens to get a snack which took longer than usual because Joey kept tripping on her untied shoelaces and Dorcas was having a hard time running while putting blush on her face.

When they got to the kitchen they realized that they never actually got their schedules. Neither of them was freaking out, they just knew that if they didn’t get to class on time they would get a detention which would suck, especially on their first day.

They both grabbed a leftover muffin from breakfast and ran to Slughorn's classroom. When they pushed open the door Joey’s shoelace had unfortunately gotten caught under her foot causing her to topple over. Dorcas hadn’t stopped in time and ended up tripping over her, landing on her face.

“Oh! Girls! What are you doing on the floor?!” Slughorn asked cluelessly. He hadn’t seen them fall over he only saw the aftermath.

In a flash, James Potter and Marlene McKinnon had gotten out of their seats to help the girls. James reached out for Joey's hand which she gratefully accepted while Marlene helped Dorcas up.

When the girls stood up they realized that the entire classroom was looking at them with quizzical looks on their faces. Remus and Sirius looked at Joey with concerned faces and when Joey looked around more she realized that this was probably her and Dorcas’ classroom because Barty and Evan were laughing quietly in the back of the classroom.

“Well, girls, why don’t you go to your seats,” Slughorn announced. Joey smiled at James gratefully to which James only blushed and sheepishly walked back over to his seat by two of the other Marauders. Peter had been put in a lower level class due to his not-so-fortunate luck making potions.

“Professor?” Dorcas asked politely, Slughorn turned to her showing that he was listening, “Um, are there assigned seats? Also, me and Joey need our schedules.”

“Ah, yes! Of course. Here are your schedules!” Slughorn said as he pulled 2 pieces of paper out of a drawer in his desk and handed them over to the 2 Slytherins, “As for the seats, yes, yes there are assigned seats. Ms. Meadowes, you’re over there by Ms. McKinnon and Ms. Evans. Ms. Donn-Byrne, you are right beside Mr.Potter.” Slughorn informed them.

Joey went to sit by James, Remus, and Sirius with a small smile on her face. Dorcas would never admit it but she was blushing as she and Marlene walked back to their seats.

Joey looked down at her schedule to see that she got most of the classes that she had wanted.

MS. DONN-BYRNE’S SCHEDULE

Monday

BREAKFAST 6:30 am-8:30 am

PERIOD ONE: Potions With Slughorn 9:00 am-10:30 am

PERIOD TWO: Charms With Flitwick 10:40 am-12:00 am

LUNCH 12:00 pm-1:00 pm

PERIOD FOUR: Transfiguration With McGonagall 1:10 pm-2:30 pm

PERIOD FIVE: Muggle Art With Heekins 2:40 pm-4:00 pm

DINNER 6:00 pm-8:00 pm

CURFEW FROM 9:00 pm-6:00 am (For 1st-3rd Years Only) 10:00 pm-6:00 am (For 4th-7th Years Only)

Tuesday

BREAKFAST 6:30 am-8:30 am

PERIOD ONE: Herbology With Sprout 9:00 am-10:30 am

PERIOD TWO: Muggle Studies With Cobain 10:40 am-12:00 pm

LUNCH 12:00 pm-1:00 pm

PERIOD FOUR: Divination With Trewlany1:10 pm-2:30 pm

PERIOD FIVE: History Of Magic With Binns 2:40 pm-4:00 pm

DINNER 6:00 pm-8:00 pm

CURFEW FROM 9:00 pm-6:00 am (For 1st-3rd Years Only) 10:00 pm-6:00 am (For 4th-7th Years Only)

Wednesday

WEDNESDAYS YOU DON’T HAVE TO WEAR YOUR UNIFORM

BREAKFAST 6:30 am-8:30 am

PERIOD ONE: Double Potions With Slughorn 9:00 am-12:00 pm

LUNCH 12:00 pm-1:00 pm

PERIOD THREE: DADA With 1:10 pm-2:30 pm

PERIOD FOUR: Muggle Music With Spicer

DINNER 6:00 pm-8:00 pm

CURFEW FROM 9:00 pm-6:00 am (For 1st-3rd Years Only) 10:00 pm-6:00 am (For 4th-7th Years Only)

Thursday

BREAKFAST 6:30 am-8:30 am

PERIOD ONE: DADA With 9:00 am-10:30 am

PERIOD TWO: Charms With Flitwick 10:40 am-12:00 am

LUNCH 12:00 pm-1:00 pm

PERIOD FOUR: Transfiguration With McGonagall 1:10 pm-2:30 pm

PERIOD FIVE: Muggle Art With Heekins 2:40 pm-4:00 pm

DINNER 6:00 pm-8:00 pm

CURFEW FROM 9:00 pm-6:00 am (For 1st-3rd Years Only) 10:00 pm-6:00 am (For 4th-7th Years Only)

Friday

BREAKFAST 6:30 am-8:30 am

PERIOD ONE: Herbology With Sprout9:00 am-10:30 am

PERIOD TWO: History Of Magic With Binns 10:40 am-12:00 am

LUNCH 12:00 pm-1:00 pm

PERIOD FOUR: Muggle Music With Spicer 1:10 pm-2:30 pm

PERIOD FIVE: Muggle Studies With Cobain2:40 pm-4:00 pm

DINNER 6:00 pm-8:00 pm

CURFEW FROM 9:00 pm-6:00 am (For 1st-3rd Years Only) 10:00 pm-6:00 am (For 4th-7th Years Only)

“Oh, hey, we have most of the same classes.” SIrius said from his spot across the table. Joey looked up to see that he was leaned across the table studying her schedule.

“Oh, cool.” Joey replied with a smile.

“Yeah me and you have the most similar schedule but you have a good few classes with Remus and James. Like, you have Muggle Music with Remus and you have Muggle Art with all three of us. But I think you have a couple more with them too.” Sirius informed the girl happily.

“Mr. Black will you please sit down and stop talking?” Slughorn asked Sirius in a tone that Joey didn’t necessarily like. Slughorn never like Sirius as much as he liked James, Remus, or Joey because all three of them had been invited to the Slugclub and Sirius had not.

Sirius sat down with a frown on his face. For the duration of class, they learned about different potions and how to make them. Joey was bored out of her mind. Sirius had fallen asleep on Remus’ shoulder causing the latter to turn a bright shade of red, James and Joey were flicking a rubber band at ech other, and Remus was trying to do his best to listen to Slughorn when Sirius was basically on top of him.

At the end of class Remus gently woke Sirius which was absoloutley adorable to Joey. SHe loved watching Remus, this big, tall, intimidating man be so gentle just to wake up a boy that had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

“Come on, Joey! We have Charms next!” Sirius cheered happily after he had woken up from his small nap on Remus. He took her hand and dragged her down the hallway without giving her time to say goodbye to James or Remus.

The rest of the day was pretty boring. Joey had her first two periods with Sirius but her fourth period was with the Ravenclaws which she was happy about because, as much as she adoreded Sirius’ energy, she was happy to chill out with Barty, Evan, and the rest of her friends.

Muggle art had to be her favorite part of the day. It was a mixed class so it didn’t matter what house you were in which Joey appreciated. Sirius and James walked out wit Oaint voering most of their bodies and clothes whil Joey’s hand had been covered in oil pastel, but, to nobody’s surprise, Remus came outt perfectly clean.

Remus went to the library to get some new books he had been wanting to read and Sirius had tagged along with him like a lost puppy. James and Joey were left alone which they truely didn’t mind whatsoever.

“Oi! Joey!” Joey heard Barty shout from the opposite of the courtyard were her and James had been practicing their sketching skills. Joey was significantly better than he was though.

“Hello.” Joey muttered quietly when her friends had gotten close enough to hear her. Joey and James weren’t fazed by the other Slytherins appearance in the slightest they continued to sketch with looking up at each other ocationally to see if the face they were drawing looked acurate.

“What’re you doing?” Dorcas asked the two teens who were still focused on their artwork.

“We’re practicing.” James answered finally looking up at the 5 people standing in front of him, one of them being Sirius’ little brother.

“F’what?” Barty asked with a mocking grin on his face as he looked at Joey who simply glared back, immediatley catching onto the fact that he was going to tease her relentlesly for this later.

“We’re in the same art class. Now, can you please piss off? We’re tryna’ fuckin’ focus here.” Joey snapped. The Slytherins backed off, they knew that if Joey actually got anrgy at them for bothering her they would regret it.

Joey and James went back to drawing each other happily.

[chocominnie]

One Last Time 02  —  Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00   01

⇢ Word Count : 

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving heavily as you let out a blood curdling scream. Not this again. The same dream over and over again each night. It leaves you sleepless. The time on the clock on your nightstand reads 3:04 am. Just only four hours ago is when you fell asleep. But a full night’s sleep hasn’t happened for a year so why would it matter anyways.

Once you catch your breath you unplug your phone from the charger and read some of the notifications. From your window, the night-time critters sing their songs along with the persistant owl that’s somewhere around the apartment complex. You’d only noticed him, the owl, just a few months ago when your cat started meowing with his hoots. 

A missed call from your uncle. 

Immediately you unlock your phone and dial the number. Bringing your index finger to your mouth you gently nip on it waiting for it to answer, The rings are agonizing to you. If something has happened you only wish and pray it wasn’t as bad as you think. He’s the only parental figure left in your life.

‘‘ Princess! Hello I was just calling to speak to you earlier. But I realized you are five hours ahead of me and you had probably went to sleep.’‘

His soothing voice calms your emotions making you let out a tiny breath of air. Thank god.

‘’Hey Charlie.” You sigh. Looking towards your left, you spot Clara purring quietly next to you. You can’t help but to smile while bringing a hand over to rub her head with your thumb.  She’s so small under the shining moonlight from your window.

Her white coat shines brightly amongst her, making you remember the first night you had brought her home. All she did was sleep, and it worried you because you had no prior expierence caring for anything, let alone a small animal. Clara only drank kitten milk and slept back then. Occasionally being awake enough to nip at your fingers whenever you pet or touched her.

Now she’s a bit bigger and walks around the apartment like she owns the place. Quite the little attitude she has, but its too damn cute for you to scold her whenever she does something wrong. 

“ Yes I did fall asleep from after a gathering at someone’s house.’’ You continue on, bringing your knees to your chest after opening the curtain of your window fully.

The moons brightness illuminates the entire room, but not so bright for you to complain though. ‘’ Oh- was it Jimin’s? Tell him I said hell-’’

You bite your lip hard at his name. He doesn’t know and you wont even dare to let him know. Knowing him, your uncle would have a fit and oppose to come back to Seoul to ‘set the record straight.’ to Jimin. That’s the last thing you want to do, cause trouble.

‘‘ It was his brother’s house warming party.” You say, lowering your tone in your voice. You look at the nightstand for a couple of seconds just before opening the top drawer of the wooden, polished piece. Your hands shakily pull out a picture of you two together.

It was taken at  Marne-la-Vallée, France right infront of Cinderella’s castle. That was the day that you and Jimin had to went to Disneyland in Paris, France. You cant help but to think, with the picture in hand, that it was one of the best nights ever. It was also the same night your virginity was taken.

‘‘ Oh.. I know that tone. Are you two arguing at the moment.”

You shrug, “ I mean you could say that.’’

No you cant.

‘‘ Alright alright I won’t talk more of him. Let’s change the subject.” He chuckles deeply into the phone.

‘‘ How’s Europe? Anything new happening on base?”

‘‘ Same old Same old. It’s been what? 2 years since I’ve left Seoul? The food is different over here. They don’t have kimchi pancakes sadly.”

You can only imagine the frowny face he makes at you whenever he doesn’t approve or like something. It always turns out to be funny.

You giggle into the phone shaking your head slightly, “ Of course. You are in Europe Charlie. Where are you getting food from anyway if you are on base?’’

‘‘ I can go off base to a certain mileage when I am off duty. I just have to report back in time. But you do know that you can always come live on base with me...’ He trails off.

Oh boy. Here he goes. He’s always talking about moving you on base with him. Hell, he’s been talking about it since before he had to go to be based in Europe. By then you were twenty years old and old enough to live by yourself. Growing up in Daegu, Korea since you were six, you felt as if Korea was home to you and you definately weren’t ready to leave yet.

Especially, after losing your parents here. Around eight years old, your aunt and mother were on the way to pick up your father from the airport. With your mom and dad also being military and based in Korea with your dad’s bestfriend, your uncle Charlie, your father had been called to take military leave to go and be based in Korea for the National Guard.

On the way back from the airport, a drunk driver had struck the car knocking them off the road and colliding head first into the railing of the bridge. All bodies were reported dead upon collision, including your aunt. Charlie didn’t take the news well at all, and so did you. Only eight years old and still a bit new to a foreign country. It was devistating for you and Charlie. Charlie did what was right and stepped up to be your legal guardian while taking some time off from the military. Till this day, he treats you like his sacred little daughter and you can’t ask for anyone better than him.

 “You are old enough to live on your own and housing is avail-”

You jump at his voice on the line again, being too spaced out from the tragic memory. Before he can go on any longer you cut him off. ‘‘ Im fine with the apartment you left me. Im paying the bills on time and taking good care of it.”

‘‘ Alright fine. But that option is always available you hear me? I will always be ready for you to come with me.’’

‘‘ Okay Charlie” You groan.

‘‘ Alright.. sweetie it’s getting late on this side and it’s already 3 am on your side. Get some sleep okay? Don’t you have a model shoot thingy or something? You have those a lot.’‘

‘‘ Yes i actually do in a couple of hours. It’s been a while since I’ve did a shoot. Please eat and sleep well. Don’t injure yourself.’‘

‘‘ I promise. You promise to do the same right?’‘ He says, rustling movements are in the background.

‘‘ Yes I promise. Good night sleep tight..’‘ You smile as you wait for him to finish the rest.

He chuckles one last time on the other end, ‘‘I’ll always love you, goodnight‘’

Beep Beep Beep

You in a racy light pink lingerie with white duvets and sheets is the concept of your comeback. It’s supposed to symbolize the “Night After’’. Camera’s click and directors yell and praise you in your subtle yet damaging moves and facial expressions. You want.. no need for this comeback to be successful. Not only did your manager schedule this, but she is making sure that they release this same very day.

Nobody in this company’s industry has ever did this before. But you, you are sort of the special one. The special foreigner as they say. It’s not like you don’t like it but you don’t like that they label you as that. Stylists, employee’s hell even anybody who works there treat you as a princess. It’s not bad, but it’s just weird.

‘‘ One last one. Give me a sexy yet innocent look mama.’‘ Elliot, the director says, smiling wide at you.

You slip a finger into your mouth and do a little pout with your lips.

Elliot busts out into a roar of happiness with his hands clapping furiously. ‘‘That’s it mama yes! That’s just what we needed!’‘

Adjusting his microphone earpiece, he turns around to greet and thank everyone, ‘‘ Alright everybody this concludes our shooting! You all worked so hard today. Make it home safe, eat well.’‘

Finally. You sigh out in relief and close your eyes. It’s been a long day. Almost 6 hours of shooting. Three Videos, and five swap outfits for each session of shooting for the ‘’ Night After’’.  As everyone heads out and starts cleaning up you bow your head slightly and thank them.

A stylist brings you a satin robe to cover yourself in. You thank her and put it on just before getting up from the bed and walking towards wardrobe. Once you are done putting on your clothes, your manager leads you straight out the exit. Outside awaits the car that drives you everywhere. Literally everywhere.

‘‘ Tomorrow somebody has put in a special request for you to appear as the main lead girl in their music video. It’s short notice and I told them I would have to bump some things around and notify you. But they are paying us and you good money to be in it.’‘

Money? Sounds like a plan.

‘‘ It’s fine. Who am I shooting for?’‘ You say, fluffing your hair just a little while inspecting yourself in the rear view mirror.

Your makeup is still intact with no ruins and the contacts they had given you suited you very well. A hazel with a slight bit of teal. Suddenly the car moves off into the busy streets of Seoul. You can’t help but to notice every couple that walks along the sidewalks. They seem so happy, glad to be around each other.

On the floor of the car lies your little mini backpack filled with all of your items and belongings. Picking it up, you begin to dig through it looking for some hand lotion to soothe your semi-dry hands. Once you find it you gently start to squeeze the tube.

‘‘ Kim Namjoon.’‘

You freeze. Namjoon? The same Namjoon from the group? Joonie? It’s been well… a year since you’ve seen him in person. Hell since you’ve seen all of Bangtan Sonyeondan together. Except for lastnight when Hoseok and.. that guy showed up.

You sigh already knowing the answer from the question you are about to ask.

‘‘ From…?’‘ You ask then put the lotion back in your bag. Slowly you rub your hands together to moisturize.

Your manager quickly flips through the daily planner, ‘‘ Bangtan Sonyeodan but this is for one of his mixtape songs.’‘

Thank goodness.

‘‘ That’s fine. What time will the car be arriving tomorrow?’‘

‘‘ 8 am on the dot. You need to be there by 8:30. I’ll be tending to one of my other models tomorrow so you will be alone. I can send som-’‘

‘‘ No no it’s truly okay. I know how to manage things myself. Besides, I learn from you.’‘ You reassure her with one of your winning smiles, laying your head on her shoulder.

‘‘ Aigoo what am I going to do with you?’‘

The day ends very well. The movies you’ve been watching have kept you occupied. But not occupied enough for you to keep crying at all the sad parts in the chick flicks. Breakups, someone had died, someone had even just spilled something onto the floor and that was enough to send you into tears.Only because when the main lead boy rushed to help clean it up, it reminded you of Jimin last-night helping Isabel.

‘’What is going on with myself.’’ You blow your nose into a tissue for what seemed like the thousandth time today. Clara lets out one of her meows beside you then goes back to grooming herself.

You place her onto your lap and begin to run your fingers through her fur over and over again. Such a soothing effect to you as you stare into space sulking in your thoughts.

Why is it that you weren’t enough for him? Why is it that every single little thing reminds you of him? You gave him your all and he gave you his but what happened? Where did you go wrong? Cooked, cleaned, satisfied his needs. You guys had even started to plan out what you wanted out of a family. When you wanted a baby and what you would name it. It was fun. The whole relationship was fun. Right until that scandal.

Ding.. Ding.. Ding.. DI-

You unlock your phone immediately to stop that annoying dinging noise. Not surprisingly it’s a text from Jeon Jungkook.

Kookie : Im coming over I’ll be there in exactly 3 minutes.

Kookie: Don’t think about leaving either.

Kookie: Im bringing someone with me.

Kookie: We need to have a serious talk babycheeks.

You roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you. No matter how many times you tell him you want him to change it, he declines. There’s no point in asking anymore.

Why would he want to talk anyways and who is the person he’s bringing. Eh.. it might just be Ryan they seem to do everything together as a team.

As soon as you step foot out of your bed the sound the door clicking makes your head shoot up. How in the living hell does he know the password to your house? Rage takes over you. That’s something that you hate. When people invade your personal space. In this case, personal home.

‘‘ Jeon fucking Jungkook!’‘ You scream, abruptly stomping your feet all the way to and out your bedroom door. Suddenly you stop at the sight of the two faces staring back at you.

Jungkook’s expression holds a concerned yet upset face while the other just stands there calm and cool. But you on the other hand are way besides that level.

Your eyes must be filled with rage and the expression on your face is no good. How dare he disrespect you like that? Bringing him into your home, knowing the bad blood between you two. Oh, they both have something coming towards them. You begin to walk to them again making each step make the floor shake.

‘‘ Get out. Both of you. One you invade my personal private home..’‘

You grab both boys by their collars, making sure to grip the one on the right’s harder than usual. ‘‘ Two, you fucking invite him over here.’‘ You drag each of them towards the exit. Which is going good until Jungkook rips your hands away from his shirt and takes you over his shoulder.

You’ve had enough of him and his invasive ways. Pounding on his back with your fists, you make sure to scream into his ear. “ Put me the fuck down Jeon Jungko-”

You hiss at the stinging sensation on your ass. Did he just? Jimin stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You make sure to make eye contact with him and roll your eyes. Something that always had and will piss him off.

‘‘ Hush. I told you all of us needed to have a deep talk about you.’‘

Jungkook plops your frail body onto one side of the couch in which he sits next to you. He motions for Jimin to come sit across from the both of you but you aren’t having it.

‘‘ Don’t you do it.” You glare at him. Jungkook sighs harshly only to pluck your forehead two times. You whine and rub it with your index and middle finger.

Jungkook shakes his head in disapproval, ‘‘ When are you ever going to learn? Jimin sit down now.”

‘‘ Truthfully.. I feel as though I shouldn’t be here so-”

“ Good. Get out you are unwanted.” You snap back causing him to give you one of his long stares with no facial expression at all.

Jungkook glares at you just before getting up to throw his hands in the air full of disappointment. “ Enough! “

Yelling. Something else you don’t like to hear being done at yourself. You finally sit still and quite avoiding any eye contact with the both of them.

He sits back down and clears his throat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look before continuing on.

‘‘ I gathered us here to talk about you..”

‘‘ Why. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it. Im fine im fine im fine im fucking fine!’‘ You exclaim, getting more mad by the second. When will people accept this?

‘‘ Baby.. ’‘

Your eyes shoot up to him and his soft voice. You didn’t want to but you did because his voice to you is like candy that melts into your mouth.

‘‘ Don’t call me that. You have a girlfriend at-least be loyal to her rather than what you did to me.’‘

‘‘ Fuck is anybody going to just sit here and listen? Can we at-least get to the source of the problem? Huh?’‘ Jungkook leans back into the couch clearly pissed by your attitude.

Jimin’s the first to speak and holds a firm eye contact with you, almost daring you to break away from it.

‘‘ Fine. Im just going to cut straight to it then. Why are you so jealous? You aren’t okay at all. I seen the way you looked at us yesterday. You wanted to break down so bad but you didn’t. It looks like you’ve been dropping weight day by day why aren’t you eating well?’’

You’re taken a-back by his jealous comment. Although you are you just cannot admit it. You are jealous. You do want him back. You cant bear to see him with another girl but you. But the fact that Jimin is concerned makes you really hope. Just hope that there is something left of you still in his heart.

‘‘ Jealous? Jealous tuh.” You scoff, leaning into Jungkook’s arms where you rest his head on your chest. You only do this just to see Jimin’s reaction and by the look on his face he doesn’t enjoy that move one bit.

‘‘ Yes jealous. I mean why else would you put almond extra-

‘‘ Woah. No need to go there. We established that it was a so called accident lastnight.” Jungkook does finger quotes into the air and looks down at you.

You lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, “ So called? So you really believe that I did it on purpose. Wow Jungkook. Escort yourself out.’’

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you securly in hopes of you settling down a  little, “ Honestly it’s not like that. I wasn’t there to see you bake them nor was I watching her eat it. Im just saying that you knew Jimin was coming and obviously his girlfriend was going to come too. It’s a little sketchy is all.”

There’s no fixing what he said. Him adding onto his explanation just made things sound worse than what he’s trying to say. You don’t have time to be ganged up on, nor like it at all. It’s best if they both just leave, to not turn nothing into something.

‘‘ Get out. Now. Before I call and tell Ryan what you said and then she’ll definitely deal with you.’‘ You say, removing yourself from off of him and onto the other side of the couch with your legs crossed.

Mad isn’t even the word to describe yourself right now. You’re just a mixture of all emotions.

Jungkook now looks of sorriness written all over his face. You bite your lip and shake your head while pointing towards the door. He sighs heavily and takes one last look at you while removing himself from the couch. You watch him slip on his coat and shoes.

Jimin gets up from his spot on the couch, ‘‘ I’ll be leav-”

‘‘ Sit down we aren’t done talking.” 

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back down slowly.

Jungkook keeps his head down as he wraps his blue scarf around his neck. Poor baby, but he shouldn’t of said it. “Please better yourself and talk it out with each-other. Im leaving.”

‘‘ Make it home safely.. Kookie.” You sigh once the door closes behind him. Now you’re here. Face to face with Park Jimin.

The same Jimin who cheated on you. The same Jimin you haven’t seen in a while. You take a few moments to take in his appearance. He seems to have re-gained his muscles that are peaking through his black, longsleeve shirt. His thighs are still thick, just like his luscious lips. Of course he changed his hair color to black. But who knows, he might change it again.

‘‘ You’ve been doing well?’‘ You say, voice low but enough for him to hear. You drop your eyes to your lap instead of keeping intact with his.

‘‘ Yes. But you have not. Im disappointed in you. Why are you doing this to yourself? Don’t do this because of me.”

‘‘ Jimin you don’t know the feeling. You don’t know how it feels to be left wondering why you weren’t good enough for someone. Why they had cheated on you. You don’t understand at all and wont ever.’‘ Your voice cracks on the last sentence and you an feel the lump in your throat become sore.

He bites his lip unsure of what to say next. Those words had hit him good inside. ‘‘ Im sorry. I truly am. But you know the reason why we had to end it. I fucked up bad and the media was making the scandal bigger and messier day by day. It was better to just call it off.’‘

One by one your tears start to drop. You nose begins it’s running trip but you sniffle it back up.

‘‘ You could of denied it. You know you could of made a statement and denied it. But you felt something for her didn’t you? Didn’t you?’‘ You semi-yell, sobs already starting to take it’s way over.

He bites his lip once again and ruffles his fingers through his hair, “ Baby..’’

You wipe your tears with your hands making your face even more puffy from the crying. “ I am jealous. I am I admit it Jimin. But do you know i have been suffering for one year and two months? I can’t sleep at night because im so used to your touch at night. I look at every couple in Seoul and think to myself, Dang they seem so happy. What’s their secret?’’

Jimin sits up, making eye contact with you with tears welling up into his eyes. It hurt’s you more than yourself to see him crying. It always has.

‘‘ Please don’t do that. Don’t do this to yourself. Please get help from someone to try and move on. Please. I don’t like to see or hear you make yourself suffer.’ He begs, getting up from his seat and coming towards you.

Jimin sits next to you, hesitantly opening his arms up to you. Would it be wrong to embrace him? He’s being too sincere, but thats what you want right? You decide to just do it, and lean into him only for him to pull you in closer into his chest.You just lay there crying and sobbing while he runs his fingers through your hair. You shouldn’t be doing this. He has a girlfriend. But it feels so right.

‘‘ What does she have that I don’t? Why couldn’t you love me the same way you love her “  You cry into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. 

You’d been waiting for this moment to just let it out. Let everything out.

‘’ Please don’t make this harder than what it is right now. Just try and forget me and move on. Please.” Hypocritcal. How does he expect you to get over him when he’s the one whos holding you so tight right now. Soon enough his sniffles join yours in harmony.

You raise your head up and look him deep into the eyes while you wipe away his tears, “ Don’t cry Jimin. I’m the one supposed to be crying over you. Don’t cry.’’

He takes your hand away from his face and wraps his fist ontop of yours, “Please promise me you will move on okay?’’

You shake your head no, “ I can’t make that promise.”

He doesn’t say anything. He gently cradles you in his arms and lifts you up. You don’t think to where he is going. You just close your eyes and grab onto his shirt firmly not wanting to let go.

Soon enough you feel the cold sheets over your bed. He covers you in the duvet and leans down to your forehead.  A kiss. Your fist is still locked onto his shirt in which he tries to pry it away but you don’t want to let him go. He sighs and raises his arms up as he takes off the shirt revealing an extra plain white wife beater under it. Taking your other hand, he wraps your hand into another fist onto the shirt to where both of your hands are holding onto it.

‘‘ Please better yourself for me baby. Sleep and eat well. “

Is all he says before turning off the lights and walking out your bedroom door.  You can hear him putting on and zipping up his heavy coat but you just don’t make a sound.

The apartment door clicks and beeps letting you know he’s already gone.

[malfoymanortings]

runaway //part two

SUMMARY: Draco Malfoy and Evanora Yaxley are inducted into the Death Eater ranks on the same night. They are both given the same task; find a way to bring Death Eaters into Hogwarts, and kill Albus Dumbledore. If they fail, they die.

PAIRINGS: Draco x OC

hello all! im not sure i really like how this turned out, and to be honest im finding it a bit difficult to write draco! i dunno, the twins seem to com easier to me. anyways, hopefully this is still alright at the least!

“.. I don’t think Slughorn’s interested in Death Eaters.”

Evanora snapped to attention, her heart pounding in her chest. Theo gave her an odd look, as she had been resting against him, but didn’t say anything. Blaise sat next to her, looking bored. He had been the one to say the words, and Evanora suddenly wished she had been paying attention.

“Well, who cares what he’s interested in? What is he, when you come down to it? Just some stupid teacher.” Malfoy yawned, drawing Evanora’s attention. “I mean, I might not even be at Hogwarts next year, what’s it matter to me if some fat old has-been likes me or not?”

“What do you mean, you might not be at Hogwarts next year?” said Pansy indignantly, ceasing the grooming of Draco’s hair at once. 

“Well, you never know,” said Draco with the ghost of a smirk. “I might have -er- moved onto bigger and better things.”

“No one likes a braggart, Malfoy,” Evanora said sharply, raising an eyebrow. “I’d keep my mouth shut, and my voice down, if I were you.”

“It isn’t like anyone is around,” Theo shrugged, tightening his arm around her. “It’s just us.”

Evanora wasn’t so sure of that. She had heard something shifting above them, but yet, when she looked up, nothing appeared to be there. However, with the task she and Draco were given, they couldn’t be too careful. She had no idea why he wasn’t taking this more seriously. They had to kill Dumbledore.

Draco met her eyes, silencing her. His eyes glanced upwards, and she wondered if he had noticed the same thing she had. He continued speaking with the others, ignoring her words of warning. It was like he was unphased by the thought of sneaking Death Eaters into the school. Of killing Dumbledore.

Her hands shook. She wasn’t ready for this, she wasn’t prepared. Yet, the mark that would forever reside on her arm said differently.

“You alright?” Theo asked quietly, pressing his lips to her temple. 

Evanora nodded, not trusting her voice. What could she say? There was nothing she could do about it. There was no failure, that only meant death for her and Draco, and their families. She stared down at her pale hands, clasped together with Theo’s.

Theodore Nott was her best friend, and had been since they were three. She grew up with him, both of them belonging to the Sacred Twenty Eight. There were never any secrets between the two, until now. Not that Theo was aware. She didn’t plan on telling him, either.

Hopefully Draco would be able to keep his mouth shut. He had a lot more confidence around them now, than he had on the night of their initiation.

As Draco went on, insinuating the Dark Lord had given him a prestigious job, Evanora felt anger creeping up on her. Did he honestly think this was good? That the Dark Lord expected them to succeed? Couldn’t he see that this was punishment towards their families? Her father, because he had denied the Dark Lord to escape Azkaban the first time he left. Lucius, because he had failed at the ministry. Was Draco so blind he couldn’t see that?

“I can see Hogwarts,” said Draco, clearly relishing in the effect he had laid on them. “We’d better get our robes on.”

Evanora stood with Theo, shrugging on her robe and slipping a scarf around her neck. Theo stood behind Goyle, speaking to Blaise, as he waited for his turn to grab their luggage.

Goyle reached up for his trunk, hoisting it down with a grunt, and Evanora could have sworn she heard a gasp of pain as he did so. It didn’t seem to come from the three waiting their turn, and she narrowed her eyes, glancing once more at the seemingly empty space.

The train slowed to a jerky crawl, and with a final lurch, the train came to a complete stop. Goyle threw the door of their compartment open, and muscled his way out into a crowd of second-years, punching them aside. Crabbe and Zabini followed, and Theo held Evanora’s hand as he began to walk out with them.

“Go on without me,” Evanora told him quietly, glancing over at Draco. “I need a moment.”

“With Malfoy?” Theo asked, shrugging when she nodded yes. “Alright. I’ll take your trunk for you. See you inside.”

Pansy left next, at Draco’s orders. That left Draco and Evanora alone, and Draco seemed less than happy about it.

“Draco, you have to be careful,” Evanora began, watching as Draco walked over to the compartment door, shutting the blinds so no one would be able to see inside. “You don’t know-”

“I didn’t say anything I didn’t care for others to hear,” Draco cut her off, ignoring her gaze and digging in his trunk. “Now go. You’ll worry Theo. You and I can talk later.”

Evanora paused, glancing up again towards the luggage rack. She could have sworn someone was hiding there. “Alright.”

She left then, disappearing into the throng of students. The air was different this year, not full of uncontained excitement and joy like years prior. Instead, a gloom hung over everyone’s heads. Whispers were more muted, everyone seemed to be appraising the other. Perhaps she was overthinking things, spurred on by the black ink forever embedded in her arm.

Someone bumped into her then, stepping on her foot, and she looked up to glare at a familiar boy with red hair and brown eyes. Ron Weasley. He eyed her tensely, without saying a word. The girl next to him, Hermione Granger, an effortlessly beautiful muggle-born, swatted his arm.

“Sorry,” Ron muttered, eyeing her distastefully.

Evanora opened her mouth, ready to snap back with a, ‘watch where you’re going, Weasley”, but it died in her throat as she remembered who his friend was. Harry Potter, the boy who was the Dark Lord’s nemesis. She shut her mouth, swallowed hard, and rushed past them with her heart pounding. Thinking of Harry, made her think of Dumbledore, and thinking of Dumbledore made her want to throw up.

Thankfully, she spotted Theo’s mop of brown hair disappearing into a carriage. Hurrying towards it, she flung the door open with more force than necessary, startling her friends.

“Merlin, it’s a bloody door,” Pansy muttered, her hand fluttering to her chest. 

“Don’t be so dramatic, Parkinson,” Blaise smirked. “You’re just upset it isn’t Draco.”

Pansy flipped him off, crossing her legs and fluffing her hair. She did look disappointed to see it was Evanora, rather than Draco, who entered the carriage. 

Evanora had just sat next to Theo when the door opened again, and Draco re-entered, adjusting the sleeves of his black suit. He sat next to Pansy, who immediately draped an arm around him and began petting his hair.

“Why’d you take so long,” Pansy whined, gazing up at Draco.

“Had some business to take care of,” Draco said, his tone making it clear that that was all he would say on the matter. “I can’t believe we’ve got another year of this rubbish to sit through.”

“It’s not so bad, Malfoy,” Blaise remarked, glancing over at Pansy with a grimace as she kept petting his hair. “You’ve got your own personal puppy dog.”

“Shut it, Zabini,” Pansy snapped sharply, glaring at him. “You’re just upset no one wants to touch you.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, Parkinson,” Blaise narrowed his eyes, a vein in his jaw clenching. “I’m just more selective with you partake in activities with.”

“Guess it’s too much to hope we’d get by without their usual nonsense,” Theo muttered to Evanora, his lips brushing her ear. “Next time, we’ll have to get a separate carriage.”

Evanora nodded, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Theo placed his hand on hers, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. He could tell she was upset, but he didn’t question her. Theo was good like that.

Too soon, they were at the castle, and Evanora felt her stomach lurch as the carriage rolled to a stop. The Slytherins all exited, joining the crowd of students walking into the Great Hall. Evanora glanced over at Draco, wondering if he was as upset as she was.

He looked as he did every year. Confident, pompous, swaggering into the Great Hall with a smirk on his face. The only thing that gave away his possible nerves, were the dark circles under his eyes.

Too soon, they were seated at the table in their usual fashion; Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle on the left side, with Blaise, Theo, and Evanora on the right. Evanora was sat across from Draco, who was still acting like nothing was wrong, whereas she had now reached a point where her chest was heaving just like it had the night she had gotten her freedom taken from her.

“Evanora, are you alright?” Theo was concerned now, but he asked the question quietly so as to not draw attention to her. 

She focused on her breathing, nodding her head. She had to be alright. She had to get through this fucking dinner, and then she would be in the silence of her room. She could fall apart there, when she was alone. 

Except, if you fall apart, you and your family die, that nasty voice in her head reminded her.

“Get a grip on yourself, Yaxley.” Draco muttered towards her, his eyes flashing with annoyance.

“Shut the fuck up, Malfoy.” Evanora snapped back, her thoughts reverting to the smug pompous ass who sat across the table.

Draco sneered at her, and turned his attention back to Pansy. The sorting hat gave a song, Dumbledore spoke about nothing of importance, and the feast commenced. Their usual conversation happened over the feast, talking about how each other's summers had gone, what the latest gossip Pansy had picked up was, and, eventually, unfortunately, the conversation was steered towards Harry Potter.

“I got him back, for what he did to my father,” Draco disclosed, a smug smile on his face. “That was the business I needed to take care of. Stunned the scarhead, and broke his damn nose. He ought to be halfway back to Kings Cross by now.”

While the others congratulated Draco, laughing, Evanora felt sick once more. How could Draco carry so much hatred in his heart? When had the schoolboy taunting turned into assault?

As though summoned by his name, Harry Potter walked into the Great Hall then, his face covered with dried blood to back up his story. The boy walked swiftly to the Gryffindor table, most likely aware that everyone had turned to stare at him from his entrance. He sat next to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger; and as he looked over at the Slytherin table, Evanora turned back around just to see Draco miming the shattering of a nose. Their other housemates laughed, but Evanora once again felt sick. The little food she had eaten during the feast was threatening to make a reappearance, and she focused on staying calm.

Dumbledore began his final speech of the night, announcing their new Potions professor, Slughorn, and stating that Snape would take over Defense Against the Dark Arts. This was not new to Evanora, as Snape had mentioned that during one of their meetings. Did Dumbledore know that Snape was still an active Death Eater? The hook nosed man that he trusted, was helping in the downfall of the wizarding world.

Once again, Evanora felt sick.

“Now, as everyone in this hall knows, Lord Voldemort and his followers are once more at large and gaining strength.”

The silence in the room seemed to tauten and strain as Dumbledore spoke. Draco had began hovering his fork in midair with his wand, acting unbothered by the words the Headmaster spoke. 

Evanora tuned out the rest of Dumbledore’s speech, a sudden headache overtaking her. It had to be the stress, she knew, and that frustrated her. How was she to get through an entire school year when she was barely able to make it through one simple dinner?

Finally, at long last, they were all excused from the tables to head to their rooms. Evanora was the first to stand, and she hurried out of the room without caring to wait for anyone else. She didn’t care if that made her stand out, she needed to be alone. 

By the sound of the footsteps behind her, she wasn’t the only one.

“Go to the astronomy tower.” Draco Malfoy muttered to her as he brushed past her, his shiny black shoes squeaking against the floor.

Evanora paused for a moment. Should she go? After a moment's debate, she decided she may as well. They needed to speak anyways, to try and figure out a clear plan for the task laid out before them.

The astronomy tower was empty, aside from the silver haired boy standing near the ledge. Evanora walked in hesitantly, her dark hair lifting and twirling in the wind that came from the open tower. 

“Were you followed?” Draco asked, looking back towards her.

Evanora shook her head, walking towards where he stood with his ring clad fingers gripping the railing. He stared out at the night sky, and Evanora did the same. Maybe if she looked hard enough, she could find an answer.

“You have to get a better control over yourself,” he advised, his tone cold. “You were shaking like a leaf and breathing like a cow. You’ll draw too much attention to yourself.”

“What am I supposed to act like,” Evanora scoffed, looking at the silver haired boy. “We’ve been assigned an impossible task. Two impossible tasks. Sorry that I keep having bloody panic attacks over the thought!”

“The reward will be worth it,” Draco replied, looking at her with disgust. “We have to do this. There is no impossible. It has to be possible, or we die along with our families.”

“I wouldn’t really care if my father died,” Evanora blurted out, turning back to look at the sky. “And at this point, I dunno if I would mind much if I did either.”

“Stop talking out of your arse,” snapped Draco. “I don’t want my family or I to die. If you want to die, then jump off this tower now. I’ll make sure I get this task done. I knew you wouldn’t be up to it.”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” she demanded, turning to the boy and crossing her arms. “You think I’m incapable of getting it done?”

“Obviously,” Draco sneered, glaring at her. “You could hardly get through dinner without nearly dying. As if you’ll be able to get anywhere with either of the tasks. It’s all up to me.”

“You know what, Malfoy,” Evanora narrowed her eyes, a plan forming in her head. “Let’s bet on it. Whoever completes the first task of getting them here, is the one who gets the glory of the second task.”

She found, if she could separate Voldemort from the tasks, it was easier to think about. She had always been competitive, cunning. As a Slytherin, she had to be. So if she could make her brain pretend that this was a harmless bet between her and Malfoy, perhaps it wouldn’t be so awful to think about.

Draco narrowed his eyes, his lip curled. “You’re on, Yaxley. We meet here, every Thursday evening around nine, to go over our progress.”

“Why Thursday?” Evanora questioned, appeased that he agreed to the bet. 

Draco shrugged. “Would you rather a different day? Does it really matter much?”

Evanora shook her head no, looking back out at the stars. She felt a little better, pretending that this was all a harmless bet between the two of them. Perhaps Draco did too, as he seemed to be less tense.

“We just need to get it done,” Draco swallowed hard, his jaw clenched. “Once it’s over, it won’t be so bad.”

Evanora nodded. They stood there for a few more minutes, looking at the stars, before she excused herself. She needed to sleep, and pretend her life was normal. Draco bid her goodnight, and she left alone to the Slytherin common rooms. 

Everyone else in her dorm was already asleep. The soft sounds of her roommates snoring slowly pulled her to a restless slumber.

one

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[romanovanoff]

bio says black widow stories but i do like to dabble with other characters too. ill have a full list on another post.

YOU & I

A Bellatrix & Tom Riddle story

part one

characters:

bellatrix black

tom riddle

narcissa black

andromeda black

druella black

rodolphus lestrange

rabastan lestrange

(tba)

relationships:

bella/tom

narcissa/lucius

andromeda/ted

(tba)

summary: tom is the new kid in school and is already popular amongst his peers. his goal is to have bellatrix black by his side when he conquers the wizarding world, and his only problem? bella is already in an arranged marriage and also wants nothing to do with him.

disclaimer: i have never read the books, and ive seen all the movies only like twice. im not a crazy fanatic potterhead, i just have an unhealthy obsession for bellatrix/helena bonham carter 😌. so apologies in advance if i make any mistakes, regarding whats canon in the harry potter universe and so on. the little things, the big things, my bad. i hope the fact that its mostly au makes up for what it lacks in accuracy.

word count: 3497

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"I overheard earlier today that Hogwarts received a new student," Druella spoke as she took a sip of tea, delicately patting a napkin across her lips before gazing over at her three daughters. Bellatrix, who didn't seem interested at all in the conversation, Andromeda, who was busy scribbling something in her diary, and little Narcissa who was following along to her mother's words.

"Yes, it's true," The blonde girl, thirteen years old, responded. "I thought it strange at first but apparently he and his family were living somewhere in Europe. Tom Riddle, I think his name is. He'd been taught at home and his father had gotten a job at the ministry so they transferred him to Hogwarts."

Ever the gossip, it didn't surprise Bellatrix in the slightest that Cissy knew so much about the new student. She rolled her eyes, wondering why the hell they were even discussing this in the first place. It was just a new student, who cares? She voiced this several times out loud but had received the usual disapproving glances from the two blondes. It creeped the raven-haired witch sometimes at how much Cissy resembled their mother.

Letting out a sigh Bella swirled her spoon around in her teacup, not finding the appetite to drink nor eat the sweets that accompanied her tea. The three of them were currently in Rosa Lee's teashop, a place they often went to every other week, with permission to leave the school of course- though she didn’t ask for it most times. Usually Bellatrix would devour the treats but today she was feeling too anxious to do anything but. At seventeen years old she had stretched out her days of freedom and was now forced into a marriage that should have taken place two years ago.

The thought of marriage wasn't all that bad, if she was being honest. Sometimes when her thoughts and actions weren't clouded with hate and rage she'd daydream a not so near future of a perfect wedding. A wedding where she would be marrying someone she truly loved and could cherish, to honor their vows to the fullest extent. So the wedding itself wasn't the problem, it was who she was supposed to be wed to that was. Her long time childhood friend, Rodolphus Lestrange. And one of the very few in the sacred 28 that wasn't related to the Blacks by blood. At least that she was aware of… The thought still made her cringe, even after checking every family tapestry available and an exhausting amount of research.

Everyone wanted her to be happy about the fact she'd get to marry someone she's known for years, something most pure-bloods didn't have the honor of having, but it was the fact she knew him so well that she hated. He was like a brother to her, albeit at times an annoying and even sexist brother. He wasn't husband material and she was most certainly not wife material for him. And add to the fact that they'd be pressured to have children immediately after becoming man and wife, the thought of having sex with him made her want to gag. You'd think they'd notice that such a practice was incredibly outdated. She hated to wonder if the marriage had taken place two years ago, would they really pressure two 15 year olds to consumate? Fuck this life.

She felt like the world and everyone in it was against her. All her complaints had been shot down, leaving her inwardly seething with rage before being left totally subdued. Oh, how she hated being so… powerless, left without a voice, without a right to do what she wanted and to do so as she pleased, the ever present shadow looming over her shoulder that was the society and family she was born into.

Letting out a sigh she looked over at Andromeda who was still scribbling in that damn book. Probably instant messaging her friends, something Bellatrix didn't have the luxury of having. At least genuine ones anyway. The ones she had in school were merely vultures following around, waiting for the opportunity to eat away at the scraps she bared. They didn't hesitate to use her to their advantage, trying to play her like a fool. Idiots, they should've known she was the brightest witch of her age for a reason. And no one took advantage of Bellatrix Black.

Despite still being superior she continued feeling a bitter pang in her heart, knowing no one truly cared for her there. Well, maybe except for her sisters, Rodolphus and his brother that is.

Catching her eyes on what she was doing Andromeda quickly closed her book and narrowed her eyes at her eldest sister. But then a familiar smirk curled the girls lips and Bellatrix knew what was going to happen before her sister could even utter a word. She knew that smirk anywhere. Bella herself wore that smirk on several occasions, actually even taught it to her dear sister! If only mother knew how truly naughty Andy was, maybe then the heat wouldn't fall upon Bella so heavily when she did something that displeased her.

"Mother," Andromeda chimed in, interrupting Cissy's conversation with the older woman. "Bellatrix is right. Why not talk about something else."

"Andy…" The dark haired witch warned, fingers clenched around her spoon.

"Like… Bella's wedding perhaps? Surely there are plenty of plans to discuss. Some of which I'm sure my dear sister here is needed for?" The brunette suggested 'innocently', smiling back at Bellatrix before looking at her mother.

Druella blinked once, then twice before she brightened up. Damnit, Andy, Bella thought to herself angrily, glaring daggers at her younger sister. "You're right! We only have a short few weeks before the big day and still so much to do. How about we end this little meal early and say we go to one of the boutiques nearby, check up on your wedding dress," Druella said as she rose from her seat.

And so that's what they did. They went to the boutique, checked the incredibly old fashioned dress, with what looked like the most painfully looking corset yet stitched into the fabric. After, they stopped by a few other shops to double check things were in order for the wedding before finally apparating home. The entire time Bellatrix had trudged along reluctantly behind her sisters and mother, offering a few weak comments and opinions for this thing and that when asked of her.

She was glad to finally be back home, finding relief in the knowledge that tomorrow morning she'd be returning back to Hogwarts, having spent the weekend with her family. On one hand she was glad she managed to extend the wedding date, convincing her parents that it might be wise that she finish her last year and take her N.E.W.T.s before focusing on 'wifely duties'. Yes, that was how she phrased it. And yes, they'd taken the bait, obviously wanting their daughter to focus on her marriage once out of school, and not caring about the intelligence hidden behind her usual mask of indifference.

She made short work separating from her family's side to make her way upstairs to her room. And then made even shorter work getting ready for bed. No one ever bothered her when she was up the stairs and hidden away. It was known to all that Bellatrix Black inherited the 'mad' gene in the family, more prone to violent outbursts and destructive tantrums. Because of this her room wasn't the prettiest, constantly being repaired and sparse so there were less objects to break. The room was also constantly being placed under a silencing charm, quieting her screams so the rest of the household could sleep peacefully. How thoughtful of them, she thought to herself bitterly.

The sun was already down by the time she emerged from the bathroom, all scrubbed up and her hair wet, the many strands in ringlets falling down her back. With her wand, she casted a quick-drying spell to both her body and hair, not bothering with any sleeping robes as she climbed into bed. Once in she blew out the candles before getting comfortable under the covers. Usually, it would be too early to go to sleep, and she'd have at least a glass or two of firewhiskey to help her doze off but she felt the whole unexpected wedding planning this afternoon was enough to do her in. Not only that but she did need to wake up early to catch the train back to Hogwarts tomorrow. So without much further thought she closed her heavy eyes and fell asleep, hoping things could be much easier in the future.

THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS

"Tom Riddle is in our class."

"I heard Tom's family is incredibly wealthy and direct descendants to Salazar Slytherin."

"It's true! I overheard him talking to snakes! Snakes!"

The whispers and excited talk continued on and on the moment Bellatrix stepped onto the Hogwarts express. If she thought Cissy talking to mother about this ‘nobody’ annoyed her, she was absolutely wrong. Hearing everyone around her discuss this Riddle boy absolutely drenched her high spirits and put her in one of her dark moods.

No one needed to look twice to know to stay away from the young witch. If dark glaring eyes didn't strike fear into her peers, then the dark energy and aura surrounding her would.

Not wanting to hear the gossip anymore Bella separated from her 'friends' and found a seating compartment for herself, only able to hold two people, but thankfully no one dared claim the other spot. She sat close to the window, forehead touching the glass, and seeming to cool her ever bubbling irritation. Trees and rolling hills passed by in a blur but she wasn't particularly watching, eyes slightly glazed over as she got lost in thought.

So lost in thought she almost didn't notice the sounds of her compartment door being slid open and a person taking a seat across from her. Blinking slowly she looked over to the 'intruder' as the door slid closed once more, leaving the two individuals with some privacy she didn't necessarily want.

The person in front of her was a young man. Probably around her age with dark brown hair, curling neatly at the front. He had bright emerald eyes, warm but she got the hint of something darker underneath, something dangerous hidden beneath the surface and ready to strike unsuspecting prey. Despite that though everything else about him seemed pretty bland. Pale skin- but not as pale as hers-, average build, and put together uniform.

"Who're you?" She found herself asking, swallowing the automatic 'get out' she was originally planning on saying. Given the fact she hasn't seen him before in this school year or any year before that, she was already dreading the answer. She wasn't even sure why she disliked him so much already. Maybe it was the fact he's barely even started school here and yet everyone was already drooling over him. Maybe it was the fact he was well known for things the student body hasn't even had proof of, things he was already praised for. And on her side of things she was well known for her infamous anger and her upcoming marriage to Rodolphus. That or her status of being the firstborn Black daughter. Otherwise known as the current heir of the Black family. Well. That was until her idiot cousin, Sirius was old enough to steal the mantle from her.

So when he said, "Tom. Tom Riddle," She really couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. Cause of course the person she had no care for was sat in, of all seats, the one in front of her. "Does that name offend you?" He then asked, wearing the same damn smirk he wore the moment she took in his appearance just seconds earlier.

"No," She said in a bored drawl, eyes once again gazing out the window as her head rested against the glass. "Unlike every other idiot out there, I care not for who you are. You're just another ordinary student attending Hogwarts. Nothing special about that," She told him, her tone consistent in telling him of how much she didn't care.

He was quiet for some time. Not too long, but enough to give her pause and wonder if she'd wandered too deep in thought and he'd slipped away. Only a glance his way revealed that, no, he was still here. "I agree," He finally spoke again. "There's nothing special about me at all. And I'm starting to despise the fact people are so interested in me. Took a look at the school Friday and suddenly everyone thinks so highly of me just because it was a private tour by the headmaster himself," He huffed.

It was clear to Bellatrix by the way he spoke, by the way he talked that he was excellent at charming people, manipulating them even if you would use the darker term. Again, she was many things but an idiot was not one of them and she wasn't falling for his 'charms' or tactics any time soon.

"Oh, poor you," She said in a mocking voice, jutting out her bottom lip as she faced him fully. "New kid in school has everyone fawning over him. Such a terrible life you must live, knowing you have everyone in the palm of your hands with just a smile." She finished the sentence off with said smile before turning it into a sneer.

"I won't repeat myself again. I care not for who you are, and I don't wish to know you or anything about you. So if you're going to sit here, then it better be in silence, or so help me merlin I will curse you. Laws be damned," She hissed. Hopefully for the last time she turned away again, feeling her mood lighten just slightly at her first threat of the day.

Usually, other students would run away by now, flee the vicinity in which she occupied, but Tom just sat there, in shock, or because he actually listened to her words. Finding herself curious about which option she chanced another glance but was surprised to see him wearing that annoying little smirk instead. "Cute," He told her, enjoying the way her eyes widened just slightly before darkening with anger. "That threat might work on others but it won't with me."

Her magic was absolutely crackling around her, like static in the air just before an oncoming storm. She was soon to make good on her threat. "Based on your looks, in how you speak, and the way I saw you walk earlier, looking down at everyone as if they were beneath you. I would safely assume you are a… Black. Bellatrix Black? Considering you look to be in the same year as me," He continued, assuming everything correctly. She didn't need to know though that he'd actually done his research prior to moving here, and that he had asked around earlier. "I don't expect you to get along with me from the start, but you will see me around often. I'll personally make sure of that. Cause I like you," He said with a shrug, smirk still in place.

Bold. Oh, so very bold and before Bellatrix could even utter a single word or even grab and raise her wand for that matter, he was already out the door. The space in front of her was once again vacant and she stared at the now unoccupied seat as the door slid closed.

LATER THAT DAY

It was almost impossible for the raven haired witch to avoid hearing or seeing Tom. It was as if everywhere she turned, someone was talking about him or he himself was staring at her from a distance. Usually she would never admit such a thing, her pride too strong, but it greatly unnerved her. Who the hell did he think he was? Claiming he would see her more often because he liked her? “Doesn’t even know me,” She scoffed to herself, annoyed as she continued on the familiar path to her dormitory.

Bellatrix was a slytherin through and through, like every other Black family member before her. There had been no question about it. Well, maybe after. She questioned it alot. The houses, the characteristics and traits. All of it. And once she's put herself in a more outside perspective about it she really couldn't help but laugh at the whole student body, almost all of them adapting and practically absorbing their houses certain traits into their own personality.

Anyway, she was a slytherin, but she couldn't help but wonder if she'd changed her mindset that first day, if her family hadn't been so adamant on which house she went to, would she have been chosen for hufflepuff, perhaps? Maybe gryffindor? Ew, no. Possibly ravenclaw. These thoughts raced past in her mind as she made her way down into the dungeons. There was a little of her in each, she supposed.

"Drommie, Cissy," Bellatrix greeted once she made it into the girls dorm, having already said the password and walked through the shared sitting room. All three Black sisters shared the same room, something Bellatrix and her mother both insisted and agreed upon to the headmaster when first starting school here. It was a protective thing. Bella knew that her sisters weren't like her, lacking in gut and courage. She was sure Andromeda could take care of herself, at times, but if worse came to worse she was more likely to break under pressure and need rescuing from her bigger sister. And little Narcissa, the spoiled brat she was, didn't have a single backbone in her body, choosing instead to flee or hide behind one's robes. Despite those certain qualities though Bellatrix still loved her sisters dearly and simply made it a priority to keep them safe, consequences to herself be damned.

Sure… maybe it was Bella's fault for them needing protection, having spent most of her years reigning terror down upon those who even glance at her, therefore her peers not liking her and taking it out on her sisters instead. But… hey! They looked at her funny, they deserved it!

"Bella why didn't you sit with us on the train," Narcissa asked, looking at her older sister as she sat on her bed.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and walked past, towards her own bed furthest in the room and by the window. "As if I'd sit and listen to you two and your friends gossiping about the 'new boy'," She said back.

Andromeda turned to her with a quirked brow. "I don't know, by the looks of it you sat just fine with the 'new boy' before you ran him away."

Bellatrix was only able to scoff as a response before Narcissa quickly interrupted, hopping over towards Bellatrix. "You got to talk to Tom Riddle?" She asked excitedly. "How was he like? Was he charming? Did he show you parseltongue?"

"Cissy, please, calm down. He was none of those things. He was very bland… and cocky, and arrogant," Bella responded, the end getting heated with annoyance. Not towards her sister of course.

"Sounds like someone I know," Andromeda spoke up with a pointed look Bella's way.

"Shut up," The dark haired witch shot back. Because of course she couldn't deny it. She was those things sometimes… all the time. "Whatever. Let’s go. It's time for lunch anyway."

(A/N: lets be honest idk how classes work at hogwarts so lets say bellatrix and sis’s meet up w mother on the reggy, with permission or without, and this particular weekend was a break for all students to either visit their fam or relax in their dorms/explore school grounds. today (mon) is a day for them to get readjusted and classes start up again the following day. anyway continue)

All the way to the great hall Bellatrix's sisters continued teasing her about Tom. Thankfully she took the teasing easily, shoving her sisters good naturedly and joking along. That was until they reached the great hall. She didn't think her sisters noticed but as they walked past others to get to their table Bellatrix could feel a strong force on her, like something digging into the back of her head. She scanned her eyes around the room once, trying to catch the culprit of whatever was happening but all she could see were other students eating merrily, not a clue to her predicament. Thankfully by the time she'd sat down the force had vanished and she could focus back on her sisters.

Tom stood just outside the doors of the great hall, panting and trying to catch his breath. Never had he been rejected so quickly from someone's mind, not even close to breaching it in fact. Her magic was strong, untampered and just waiting to be fully unleashed just beneath the surface. A magic enough to rival his own. She may think she was strong now but oh just wait until he had her with him, by his side. Just wait until he showed her what she's truly capable of.

With these thoughts in mind he swiftly walked away from the great hall entrance, on his way back to his dorm.

[ryu-rose]

OKAY THIS IS AN IDEA THAT POPED INTO MY HEAD AND I CANT GET IT OUT!

It’s a Bakugou x oc but with SPICE an enemy’s to lovers SPICE!! so this is my first fic like this so let’s get to it I swear it’s good just read it please

Ryu’s pov:

I’m a transfer student. Things were pretty testy at my old school so my parents decided to stick me in another one. But they left out the one small detail that I was transferring to Ua. I guess the school thought I was good enough.

Today was my first day. I put on my unifor the skirt ending right by the top of my thighs. The shirt tight against my skin. The knee socks whitch were my favorite that ended at my knees of corse.

The uniform accented my curves. I guess it wasn’t made for a body type like mine. That’s fine it will be eaiser with my quirk anyways. I pulled my long pink curly hair into a high ponytail with bangs. My brown skin made my hair pop even more. I looked in the mirro. I looked presentable. Maybe a little slutty but it’s not my fault this unifor isn’t suited for a biracial girls curves. I grabbed my backpack. My parents already helped me move all my stuff to the dorms while the rest of the students were in school. I waved goodbye to my room kissed my parents and set off to the school.

I was nervous who won’t be but it was gonna be fine class 1a can’t be that bad right.

It was. It was that bad.

I entered the classroom after getting lost and a teacher directing me there. I opened the door and I saw the teacher I walked in and bowed. “Hello Aizawa sensi I’m the transfer student” “ah class I forgot to mention we have a transfer student” the calss immediately started talking. “How did you forget?” “Wow a new student” “who is she?” Are some of the things I could hear that were said. I stand in front of the class.

“Hello I’m Ryu Yu I’m transferring here I’m I have no idea what else to say. Oh also my pronouns are they/them if you have any questions I’ll answer them”

“Look at how short her skirt is she’s probably easy” I hear someone say “Mineta!” A girl that’s pink slaps the boy on his head. My eye color changes form it’s normal pink to red. I look at the boy that they call Mineta. “Excuse me” I walk up his desk “First of all my pronouns are They/Them and if you ever say something like that to me again” I squat down to his eye level and mutters so only he can hear me “I’ll crush you like the fucking grape you are” I stand back up and turn away from him smirking at the look of terror on his face.

A girl name Tsu raises her hand and asks “what is they/ them?” I smile “They/ them basically mean you know how you call someone she her that’s exactly how you use they them” “oh! Thank you” she reply’s. Then a rough looking boy in the back with ash blond hair says “tch just another weakling” I glare at him “who the hell you calling weak?” He narrows his eyes at me and stands up “you look like a weakling like I could crush you like a bug” “you think you scare me pretty boy? It’s your type that have the most insecurities I wonder which ones you have~” the class goes wide eyed my guess is that no one speak is to this idiot like I am. He gets in my face “say that again” he makes sparks in his hands. His quirk I’m guessing. “Your just a loud mouth privileged asshole!” He lunges at me and I smirk one of his friend a tall red head grabs him and pulls him back. He’s shouting insults and I just stand there as if I couldn’t have a care in the world. I look at the teacher even he looks surprised. “Where is my seat?” He points at a desk next to a green haired boy who looks very sacred.

I take my seat down next to him and say “I swear I’m not mean to people who don’t deserve it what’s your name?” “Oh um I’m Izuku Midoryia but people call me Deku” “Deku?” “Yeah it’s along story” “well you’ll have to tell me it sometime” he smiles

As class starts and through out the day I learn everyone’s name. Now it come for quirk training class and they split us up into partners. And lucky me Bakugous my partner.

“I’m going enjoy blowing you to bits” he says I smirk “kinky” his eye widen “I didn’t mean it like that shitty girl your gonna get it” he makes mini explosions with his hands and I roll my eyes. See I’m the product of quirk mulitpling. My parents and my parents parents were all forced to marry to make powerful children. My mother has 3 quirks and my father has 6. I have 5 that all merge into eachother some way. Most of them are cause of a chemical imbalance in me. I usually don’t use one of them cause it’s deadly and I would rather not kill anyone. But I was breed to be a killing machine so let’s say my child hood wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. My parents are villains so is the rest of my family. But my mom didn’t want me to be some an assassin she wanted me to chose my path. Which is why she picked this school.

The teacher says to start and Bakugo lunges at me and just as it looks like he’s about to hit me I disappear into thin air then I end up behind him and I hit him with my vines. They wrap around his body and throw him to the ground it all happens in a flash. And the pure confusion on his face is priceless. I reappear and he looks pissed then he burns off my vines and stands up I yawn. “You think this is funny!?” He yells “no I think it’s boring” I smirk as he growls and goes to attack me again. “Fine I’ll play fair this time I won’t disappear” he sends an explosion my way and I fly into the air and create thorns and sent them flying into his skin. He cry’s out in pain as they cut him. “How the fuck are you doing this what is your quirk?!” He aks me. I drop to the ground.

I’m better at long distance fighting it’s what my quirks are suited for. But I’m supposed to be training and if I want to get better I have to work on my close combat. The huge draw back to my quirks is that if I use them to much tattoos that look like vines will appear on my arms and they inject deadly posing into my blood stream. Now my body is use to the poison but if to much of it is released into my body I could die. And the posin makes me loopy and nauseous almost drunk like. It isn’t idea for battle at all. Also I have many weak points in my body where if you hit them I won’t be able to use one of my quirks. Hit all of them and I’m done for.

“Now why would I tell you that?” I walk towards him. I don’t how a power quirk but I can use my fly quirk to make my punches even more powerful then they should be. He sends an explosion at my face and I use a wall of vines to sheild myself they disinagrate but protect me. He keeps on trying to use his explosions and I keep defecting. I sigh “this is getting boring use a different tactic!” I disappear again and strik him in his back he falls to the ground and gets back up theres blood dripping from his mouth

“Shit did I hit him to hard?” I say to myself he sends an explosion my way and I don’t have time to deflect “oH SHIT” I brace myself as I feel the heat around me causing a few burns. We keep going and by now the whole class is staring at us out of worry and awe. But both of us are beating up eachother really bad. It seems as if we are trying to kill eachother. The insults that we keep throwing at eachother seem to fuel our adrenaline.

Then the teachers steps in and pulls us away from eachother. We fight against there grips still yelling curses at eachother. I give up and push against the teacher grip. “Let go of me I’m fine!” “No your bleeding from several spots go to the recovery girl ” “I’m fine” “weak” Bakugou sneers “prick!” I shoot back “bitch” “asshole” “slut” my eyes turn red and I lunge at him this time it’s one of the student who stops me. It’s Deku. “ let go of me” Kirishima walks up to Bakugou and slaps him in the back of the head. “Don’t disrespect women it’s not manly” bakugo still being help back by one of the teachers,yells at Kirishima.

“Cmon Yu you do look very injured poets get you to recovery girl” I sigh I don’t like being mean to people who don’t deserve and Deku is really sweet I can’t say no to him “fine but I’m not gonna like it” he chuckles “that’s fine with me”

((SO IM SORRY IF THAT WAS BAD THAT IS JUST A TEARSEE FOR IT I JUST REALLY LOVED THIS IDEA))

[interludcs]

          BENEDETTA   PORCAROLI   ,   CIS   FEMALE   ,   SHE   /   HER   →   according   to   the   school   records   ,   GIOVANNA   ELOISA   ARGENTI   has   been   attending   sacred   heart   for   the   past   two   years   .   i   last   saw   them   hanging   around   stan's   place   ;   i   think   they   were   tying   cherry   stems   into   knots   .   at   twenty   -   one   ,   gio   has   been   studying   classics   and   get   this   ,   i   heard   that   her   bloodline   has   long   been   cursed   to   succumb   to   inevitable   madness   and   it’s   been   the   cause   of   many   mysterious   deaths   in   the   family   already   —   figure   it’s   true   ?   everyone   around   here   always   associates   them   with   biting   into   an   apple   only   to   realize   it’s   rotten   ,   a   bloody   nose   dripping   onto   silk   stockings   ,   and   the   distorted   screech   of   a   violin   coming   from   another   room   .   in   the   time   since   these   strange   happenings   ,   they   have   encountered   unexplained   occurrences   .  

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     QUICK  STATS  !

full  name  :   giovanna   eloisa   argenti

nickname(s)  :   gio   ,   gigi   (   although   she   likes   to   think   she   outgrew   it  )

zodiac  :   scorpio   sun   ,   gemini   moon   (  click   !  )

sexuality  :   bisexual   .

occupation  :   student   &   heiress   .

birthplace  :   rome   ,   italy   .

current residence  :   sacred   heart   academy   . 

pinterest   :   (   click   !   )  

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     BACKSTORY  !  (   tw   :   depression   ,   murder   ,   suicide   &   drug   abuse   )

born   in   1953   to   one   of   the  wealthiest   families   in   italy   !   the   argenti's   posses   a   ridiculous  and   tbh   kinda   disgusting   fortune   because   of   their   distant   ties   to   the   old   italian   monarchy   ...   and   are   also   long   rumored   to   have   been   cursed   hundreds   of   years   ago   as   divine   punishment    for   the   sins   of   a   past    family   member   . 

the   family    has    a    long   and   gruesome   history   —   good   husbands   turning   into   killers   ,   more   than   one   argenti   woman    flinging   herself   off   one   of    the   many   balconies   in   the   family   estate   ,   children   who   hear   voices   in   the   night   .   more   often    than    people   care   to   count   ,   these   fits   of   madness   are   seemingly   inexplicable   .        

giovanna   was   born   on   chilly   autumn   night   .   she   would   be   her   mother’s   first   and   last   child   ,   but   lucianna   argenti   saw   her   baby   girl   as   anything   but   a   miracle   .   when   she   was   only   five   months   old   ,   a   nanny   discovered   the   woman   trying   to   drown   giovanna   in   the   bathtub   ,   stuck   in   a   trance   she’d   later   have   no   recollection   of   being   in   .   long   in   denial   of   the   family   curse   ,    marco   argenti   hired   nearly   every   notable   doctor   in   italy   ,   but   none   of   them   could   find   a   sound   explanation   for   the   violent   and   nonsensical   trances   his   wife   would   experience   for   the   next   three   years   before   ultimately   taking   her   own   life   .        

leaving   giovanna   to   grow   up   all   alone   in   the   too   big   family   estate   at   the   hands   of   nannies   ,   marco   argenti   would  spend   the   better   years   of   his   only   daughter’s   life   traveling   all   around   europe   ,   desperate   to   shake   the   ghost   of   his   wife   ,   but   never    succeeding   . 

despite   all   the   tragedy   early   on   in   gio’s   life   ,   she   had   an   almost   typical   upbringing   for   someone  in   her   socioeconomic   circle   .   a   childhood   devoid   of   the   love   her   parents   were   supposed   to   give   ,   nannies   who   gave   in   to   the   rotten   demands   only   a    wealthy   child   and   sole   heir   could   conjure   up   ,    a    house   that   never   felt   like   a   home   .

by   the   time   she   was   a   teenager   ,   gio   had   grown   up   to   be   a   different   kind   of   monster   —   not   the   madwomen   her   classmates   would   snicker   about   when   speaking   ill   of   the   blood   that   flowed   through   her   veins   ,    but   something   perhaps   more   dangerous   ,   a   selfish   girl   too   clever   and   too   beautiful   for   her   own   good   . 

on   the   eve   of   her   18th   birthday   her   father   makes   his   grand   return   home  ,   gone   so   long   he   mistakes   his   daughter   for   a   maid   before   a   groundskeeper   politely   informs   him   of   his   mistake   .   causing   more  tension   still   was   the   brand   new   gold   band   on   his   ring   finger   ,   as   well   as   the   announcement   that   he’s   selling   the   estate  ,   and   that   gio’s   to   come   live   with   his   new   wife   and   three   small   children   in   france   .

the   day   giovanna   argenti   turns   18   is   a   day   she   can   no   longer   remember  save  for   waking   up   in   the   remnants   of   a   burnt   down   home   ,   ash   caked   underneath   her   fingernails   ,   smoke   burning   her   lungs   .   servants   who   have   been   loyal   to   the   argenti   family   for   decades   will   later   testify   that  there   had   been   a   terrible   accident   lighting   the   birthday   cake   that   night   ,   that   marco  argenti   had   never   returned   home   the   night   before   ,    and   that   the   family   of   four   in   paris   crying   murder   were   nothing    but   scammers   after   the   family   fortune   .

gio   spends   the   next   year   scrambling   to   piece   together   the   mysterious   events   ,   a   tiny   voice   inside   her   head   insisting   something   wasn’t   right   with   the   story   she’d   been   fed   by   the   people   who  raised   her   ,   albeit   confused   as   to   why   they’d   hide   the   truth   if   something   sinister   had   indeed   happened  that   night  .  she   could   have   sworn   the   memory   of   her   father   coming   home   was   a   real   one   —   until   she   gets   a   letter   in   the   mail  ,   signed   marco   argenti   ,   polaroid  attached  ,   a   blurry   shot   of   a   man   who   bears   the   family   resemblance  standing   in   front   of   the   statue   of   liberty   .

cue   the   drug   abuse   (   coke   being   her   poison  of   choice   )   ,   the   reckless   and   dangerous   stunts   all   in   the   name   of   having   a   good   time   ,   the   mind   numbing   sex   with   strangers   .   heart   heavy   with   the   idea   that   she   was   indeed   going   insane   ,   following   in   the   footsteps   of   all   the   argenti’s   that   had   come   before   her   ,   giovanna   was   left   with   the   haunting   sensation   that   her   life   was   already   doomed   ,   and   so   she   might   as   well   make   the   most   of   it   .  on   the   flip   side   of   this   she   also   came   to   the   realization   that   she   could   pretty   much   ....   do   whatever   she   wanted   and   get   away   with   it   ?   people   already   thought   she   was   cursed   and   crazy   ...   might   as    well   act   the   part   ...   a    little    self   fulfilling   prophecy  ...   as   a   treat   <3      

in   a   feeble   attempt   to   save   her   from  an   untimely   and   rather   stupid   demise   ,   she   is   shipped   off   to   sacred   heart   academy   ,   a   place   a   distant   cousin   once   attended   .   mind   clouded   by   addiction   and   unresolved   trauma   alike   ,   giovanna   can’t   be   sure   the   strange   happenings   at   sacred   heart   are   real   at   all   or   just   a   product   of   a   dark   and   overactive   imagination   .   

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     PERSONALITY  +  TIDBITS  !

first   &   foremost   ...   gio   was   inspired   loosely   by   some   sexy   women   including   miss   effy   stonem   from   skins   ,   choi   sooji   from   tempted   ,   ludo   from   baby   ,   villanelle   from   killing   eve   &   lady   macbeth   minus   the   murder   (   ...   unless   ?   😏   )   ,   as   well   as   more   lana   del   rey   songs   than   i   care   to   admit   so   we   won’t   be   talking   about   it   aha   x

yes   what   i’m   trying   to   say   is   she’s   a   little   unhinged   ...   but   in   that   fun   sexy   way   like   when   amy   dunne   gives   the   cool   girl   speech   in   gone   girl   .

speaking   of    cool   girls   ...   gio   is   one   😌   you   would   think   growing   up   with   a   last   name   that’s   literally   famous   for   being   cursed    would   have   put   a   bigger    damper   on   her    popularity   among   people   but   there’s   a   certain   fascination   gio   holds   and   she   knows   it   .   this   isn’t   to   say   she’s   got   a   lot   of   friends   because   she   definitely   doesn’t   ,   she   just   knows   how   to   get   people’s   attention   .

at   her    core   she   is   clever   ,    charming   ,    everything   someone   who   grew   up   with   money   is   bound   to   be   .   but   unlike   the   selfishness   of    other   trust   fund   babies   ,   gio’s    operates   on   a   different   scale   .   she’s   self   obsessed   ,    not   because   she   views   herself   as   better   than   anyone   else   ,   but  because   she’s    so   haunted    by   the   idea   that   something   terrible   and   wicked   exists   inside   of   her   and   it’s   only   a   matter   of   time   before   darkness   takes   over   .

in   an   effort   to   counter   that   weight   ,    she   breezes   through   life   without   taking   much   seriously   .    toying   with   people   ,   the   mind   games   she   plays   ,    it’s   all   an   effort   to   distract   herself   ,   to   entertain   her   brain   with   thoughts   that   somehow   seem   lighter   in   comparison   to   her   own   inevitable   self   destruction   although   the   people   she   plays   with   might   say   otherwise   . 

consequences   should   scare   her   more   than   they   do   ,   but   honestly   she’s   got   a   penchant   for   doing   the   things   deemed   bad   for   her   .   on   one   hand   she   figures   little   matters   if   she’s   truly   cursed   ,    on   the   other   hand   she   figures   if    she   is   cursed   than   whatever   consequence   comes   her   way   is   deserved   .

flirty   ,    but   most   of   the   time   it   never   means   anything   .   she   is   prone   to   intense   infatuations   ,   however   ,   all   of   which   have   ended   tragically   so   far   so   proceed   with   caution   .

she’s   definitely   someone   most   people   would   know   of   ,    as    she’s   got   an   almost   bad   habit   of   striking   up   conversations   with   whoever   ,   but   ask   someone   to   name   her   favorite   color   or   any   profound   fact   about   her   and   they   probably   wouldn’t   be   able   to   .

very  nosy   due   to   her   childhood   of   people   watching  and   intensely   studying   the   adults   who   raised   her   ,   and   so   the   habit   has   carried   on   into   her   adult   life   .   she   won’t   outwardly   pry   ,   but   if   you   catch   her   interest   she’ll   unabashedly   observe   you   like   she’s   an   actor   trying   to   better   understand   their   part   .

tons   of   fun   at   parties   ,   but   also   in   class   ,   considering   she’s   snorting   enough   coke   on   the   daily   to   treat   school   like   it’s   one   big   social   gathering   .   life’s   a   beach   baby   <3

studying   classics   because   she   likes   how   intense   the   stories   and   history   are  ,   but   she’s   surprised   herself   by   being   rather   good   at   the   language   aspect   of   the   major   .

deep   deep   down   ...  there   is   the   desire   to  be   understood   and   loved   despite   whatever   uninhibited   thing   she’s   convinced   lurks   around   inside   her  but   that   is   constantly   in   conflict   with   the   idea   that   she’s   fundamentally   undeserving   of   real   affection   ...   just  girly   things  you   know    🥺

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     WANTED  CONNECTIONS  !  (  all  open  to  all  genders  )

 my   brain   is   quite   literally   all   rot   rn   im   just   gonna   list   stuff   with  minimal   elaboration  please   vibe   with   me   ...

people   she   gets   high   with  <3   

ex   infatuations   that   ended   tragically   lets   get   that   angst

spare   parental   figures   ...   any   professors   out   there   want   a   demon   child   who   will   idolize   u   but   not   know   how   to   deal   with   that   so   they   just   act   up   all   the   while   hoping   for   forgiveness   and   the   attention   they   never   got   from   their   own   parents   </3      

speaking   of   professors   i   will   play   into   the   problematic  trope   of   a   student   being   obsessed   with   a   professor   -___-   solely   because  i   would   lov   to   have   gio   go   full   throttle   crazy   ...   as   a   treat   ...   this   has   nothing   to   do   with   that   one   line   in   lorde’s   writer   in   the   dark   u   know   the   one   truly   this   does   not   have   to   be   reciprocated   at   ALL            

a   confidant   /    someone   she   probably   considers   her   closest  friend   who   she   is   constantly  disgusted   with   herself   for   opening   up   to   but   also   truly   not   able   to   live   without   so   it’s   a   fun  cycle   of   push   and   pull   but  truly  she’d   probably  die  for   them  just   don’t  ask   her   that   she’ll   say   no   

i   think   it   would   be   fun   to    have   someone   who   knows   about   the   supposed   argenti   curse   maybe   their  family   had   some   associations   to   gio’s   or   maybe   they   spent   some  time  in  italy   at   some   point   growing   up   and   met   her   there   idk   im   cute   not   smart   ...

we’ve  all   been   begging  and  begging   i   will   jump   on   the   bandwagon   and   ask   for   a   sexy   rival   doesnt   mean   anything   if   u   say   i   hate  u   after   hooking  up     

someone   she   keeps   bumping   into  when   she’s   sneaking   out   past   curfew   or   cutting   class   and   at   first   it   was   like   dude   seriously   do   we   have   to   start   alternating   but   now   it   turned  into   like   wow   i   really   hope   we   bump   into   each   other   again   would   u   like   a  cigarette   wanna   listen   to   some   music   together   

 someone   she   sees   a   lot   at   stan’s   place   .   perhaps   on   campus   they   have   a   very   different  relationship   but   off   campus   they  feel   free   to  have   another

current   hookups   we   love   to   see   it   there’s   so   many   directions   to   go   in    maybe   its   purely   a   casual   thing   ,    maybe   it’s   casual   for   gio   but   not   for   them   ,   or    maybe   gio’s   the   one   like   worm   maybe   i  would   like   more   than   sex   ,    maybe   it’s   like   a   we   only   hookup   when   we’re   high   at   parties   thing  ,   perhaps   it’s   a   secret   hookup   thing   so   it   gets   angsty      

maybe   a   rival   or   someone   she   swears   she   hates   and   they   swear   the   same   but   they   accidentally   bond   along   the   way   and   it’s   like   well   i   thought   i   hated   u   but   perhaps  we   are   more   similar   than   we   thought   but   also   we   only   know   how   to   be  enemies  so   how   do   we   even   move   past   this   ...

perhaps   someone   gio   goes   to   when   she’s   especially   fucked   up   and   they   take   care   of   her   /   start   to   resent   her   for   seemingly   caring   so   little   abt   her   own   well   being   and   she   resents   them   for   caring   too  much   bc   it’s   not   liked   she   asked   but   she   keeps   showing   up   at   their   door   and   they   keep   letting   her   in   

someone   she   can   be   in   cahoots   with   ...   go   absolutely   bonkers   with   knowing   they   won’t   judge   her   and   she   won’t   judge   them

perhaps   someone   she   can   be   a   bad   influence   on

also   someone   who   makes   her   want   to   be   a   better   person   bc   we   need   balance

a   group   of   girls   gio   can   be   like   men   r   disgusting   with   but   then   they  catch   her   hooking   up   with   said   stinky   man   and   it’s   just   a   cycle   like   please   get   some  help  luv   

a   dealer   mayhaps   ?   

someone   whose   favorite   pen   she   stole   but   blatantly   lied   and   said   she   didn’t   steal   it   but   she   uses   it   everyday  in   class   so   u   know   she   did   in  fact   steal   ur   pen

ok   she’s   out   of   juice   i’m   she      

i   wont   lie   to   u   ive   been   writing   this   all  damn   day   …   but   we   finally   made   it   baby   😭😭😭   im   sosososo  sorry   for   the   length   &  the   wait   …   also   i   feel   like   my   charas   always   change   a  lil   once   i   actually   start   plotting   &   writing   so   sorry   again   if   u   see   me   finally   writing   as   giovanna   on   the   dash   and   ur   like   lit   rally   who   is   that   …  JSDBWJBDWBDJ   also   side   note   i   promise   u   im   almost  done   word   vomiting   all   over   the   place   but   it   must   b   said   ...   u   know   how   there’s   that   trope   that   supposed   insanity   is   like   not   always  real    like   how   female   hysteria   was   a   whole   as   thing   or   like   how   in   haunting   of   hill   house   where   the   charas   weren’t   really   haunted   by   ghosts   at   all   more   so   by   their   trauma   ...   that   was   my   whole   inspo   with   the   argenti’s   like   are   they   even  cursed   at   all   ?   who   is   to   say   ...   PLEASE  come  message  me  on  discord  to  plot   !   @ you are my soulmate ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ#8172   maybe  …   give   this   a   like   if   u   wanna   …   do   that   hehehe   thank   u   for   reading   all   this   ur   so   brave   for   that   stay   sexy   stan   loona  x  

[silver-greedling]

Time

Jumin Han x Reader (based on a visual novel in day 8, and, like always, i diverge from the script....if you want the actual storyline, im not ya girl lmao, also im using the real brands instead of the fake ones)

“Oh my,” Sarah gasped, staring at me where I was sitting on the edge of Jumin’s bed, legs dangling off of the side, “look at that girl, lying through her teeth. What the Hell are you doing in my fiance’s house in the middle of the day?”

Jumin spoke up, “...Who’s whose fiance?”

Sarah faltered for a moment, and I bit back a laugh a her expression. “Jumin, no need to be shy. I know everything.” She shot a dirty glance my way, and I turned my eyes away from her for a moment. “I’m sure she’s just a hook up.” Her gaze returned to Jumin, and I felt sick at how her eyes looked over him. “I’m not a woman who makes fusses about these things.“

She took a step closer to Jumin, who folded his arms and said nothing. “You work in the big league,” Sarah went on. “I’m sure this is nothing. It’s fine. Marriage is a much more sacred bond than meaningless desire. I’m old enough to know everything.” Jumin’s back was to me, but I felt something change in his intensity, as well as in my mind.

What if...I was just a meaningless fling? Was that what I meant to him? Between myself and the beautiful women who surrounded him daily, why would her pick me?

“Alright, alright,” Sarah sighed. “Don’t look at me like that.”

I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and the sound caused Jumin to glance over. We locked eyes for a moment, but I couldn’t hold his stare. Instead, I focused on fiddling with my hands, not wanting to look at either of them.

“You’ll feel much better if I show you the photo,” Sarah said. “Now, here! It’s her, right?”

Jumin didn’t say anything, but Sarah kept on. “It’s Elizabeth.”

“Unfortunately,” Jumin spoke up, “it’s not.”

“What?” Sarah’s voice cracked. “Look closer! All cats kind of look alike. White fur and blue eyes! It’s her. What do you mean it’s not her?” She sighed. “Maybe...the photo didn’t come out as well? It might be Elizabeth if you actually see her.” I heard her step closer to Jumin. “Do you want to go see her with me?”

“I must refuse,” Jumin replied.

Sarah huffed, clearly annoyed. “You have no idea how hard it was for me to find a similar looking cat in such a short time! Jumin, are you really going to be this rude?”

Jumin sighed, and I brought my eyes over to them again. He had his arms crossed at Sarah, who clutched the picture tightly. Again, his eyes met mine, but he looked back to Sarah quickly. “I’m afraid I cannot see you off...I will call someone to escort you.”

“You should at least offer you fiance a cup of tea,” Sarah whined.

“That will not happen,” said Jumin. “And I hope we do not have to see each other ever again. I will tell father about what happened today.”

“E-Ever again?” Sarah stuttered. “What?! Are you breaking up with me?”

“Break up?” I heard an amused lilt in Jumin’s tone. “How strange of you to say that when we have never been together. If you thought that exchanging a few words was being together, then you are delusional. In addition, that photo of the cat can easily be found online. You must be very confident of my father’s support to shamelessly walk into my house with such a photo.”

“I...” Sarah glanced at the photo, and I could tell that she was getting very nervous. “I must have been tricked...!”

“Will you please leave?” With a sigh, Jumin shook his head. “I do not wish to further waste my time, as I must find my cat.” He sighed once more. “I will tell father that you brought a fake photo of my cat to win over my affections. If my father has any sense left in him, at all, he will stop talking about the marriage.”

“Wait,” Sarah chimed, “Jumin, don’t try to call off the marriage on your own! Is it because of that woman?” She gave me the dirtiest look yet. “I’m going to tell Mr. Han first! That you have another woman!”

Jumin said nothing in response. His gaze settled on me, and he sent a warm smile, as if to reassure me, or tell me he had it under control.

“What,” the woman spoke, “are you two in love, or something?” My cheeks felt hot, and, once more, I dropped my gaze. “That assistant didn’t mention anything like this!”

“Hey!” I could tell this was directed at me, and I looked up to see she had taken a step in my direction and was now yelling at me. “If you think that you’re going to get a Prada bag by being with him, make sure I don’t catch you! I don’t know where you came from, but rich families have a reputation to keep up! So don’t even think about doing something funny!”

I felt my mouth move without me asking it to. “Sarah, I’m Jumin’s friend. Please, watch what you say.” Jumin smiled at me, and I could have sworn it seemed like he was applauding my bravery at talking to Sarah.

Speaking of Sarah, she now had her arms crossed, still glaring at me, “Friend...? Friend, when you are alone at his house?! And it looks like you spent the night here. And what are those, pancakes?! It’s so obvious!”

“Oh, I forgot to clean the plates, this morning,” Jumin sighed. “I should have called a maid...”

“Are you pretending you can’t see me, now?”

Jumin didn’t respond, so Sarah turned to him fully and stepped in his direction. “Jumin! How could you do this to me?! Mr. Han loves you so much...how could you be so rude to me when he picked me! I can’t just leave like this!”

“...You’re hurting my ears,” Jumin spoke again, and I looked up. “Seriously, where did my father bring in this woman?”

“I’m hurting your ears?” Sarah laughed, but it was forced and full of anger. “Then listen to me!”

“I wanted to end this quickly, since she is watching...” Jumin shook his head. “But this reminds me of an episode from a soap opera.”

“W-What?” Sarah faltered, again. “What are you saying?”

“This has just become unnecessarily troublesome, but I’ll do it for my father. Your fake tears...your timid threats...it’s all so cliche that I can’t help but laugh.”

“I mean it! I’m really going to tell Mr. Han. No use stopping me, now.”

Crossing his arms, Jumin met her stare. “I can guarantee you that your threats are pointless, to me. I’ve gone through this multiple times in the past. You should use your energy on something else in life...giving you advice will only be a waste of time, so let’s stop it at that...”

“W-What are you talking about?” Sarah feigned a pained look, like a kicked puppy or a cat left outside in the rain...

Bad analogy, given the circumstances.

“Anyways, you’re mad at me right now, right? Just be honest!”

“Not yet,” Jumin spoke coolly. “I do not get angry very often. But, you’ve annoyed me enough to make me talk. I know very well from experience that people like you will do whatever it takes to get what you want.” He looked at Sarah, looking like he was reaching his wit’s end. “You will have the right skills and even the spontaneity to do it...but people like you easily fall into nihilism once you’ve acquired that wealth you’ve so coveted. I...felt pity. A life filled with pointlessness, but I suppose that’s the life you want?”

“W-What?!” Sarah reeled at Jumin’s words.

He looked at his hands. “I had all the wealth, ever since I was born. Do you want some?” He turned back to Sarah. “A couple million, is that what you want?”

She gave Jumin a confused look, so he went on. “Tell me. If you ask me for it, I might give it to you. You need money, right? It’s nothing to me.”

“Jumin...” I spoke up, and we locked eyes. His gaze softened when we did. “I think you’re too emotional, right now. Are you okay...?”

“I’m fine,” he assured me with a sweet smile.

“You...You’re being too harsh! Can you write me a check, right now?”

“I do not like talking about impossible things,” Jumin mused.

“So, you mean it?” Jumin nodded, and she stood straighter. “T-Then...about three million. Then, I’ll say no to the marriage. With the condition that I’ll put it nicely to Mr. Han.” She sighed. “This will be better, I suppose. It’s a win-win.”

Jumin laughed. “...Got you.”

Sarah glanced at him nervously. “Why are you smiling?”

He settled himself and faced Sarah fully. “I just repeated some lines from a soap opera I watched. It’s funny that you’re almost replaying that scene for me. Apparently, it’s a very popular TV show, these days.”

“What?! You were messing with me?!”

“Yes.”

Sarah sputtered, “God...! Who the Hell do you think you are?”

“Unfortunately,” Jumin went on, “I will be charged with embezzlement if I use company assets for personal means. I’m not keen on being behind iron bars.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Sarah asked, seemingly bewildered.

“Yes,” Jumin said again. “You’ve managed to come here with a fake photo of my cat and insult my dear friend. My joke is only fair, don’t you think?”

“I’ve never insulted her!” Sarah said defensively. “And the cat photo...! I...I was tricked, too! And isn’t it rude that you let another woman in your house when you’re engaged?!” Her cold eyes turned to me. “And, at that, such an average looking girl...!”

Jumin moved to stand between her and me. “She is not an average girl. What you see isn’t everything. You won’t understand, even if I explain it to you.” He sighed. “It seems we have no more to talk about. Why don’t you leave?”

“No!” I couldn’t see Sarah, but I could hear in her voice that she was reaching her limit, if she wasn’t already at it. “I can’t leave like this! This isn’t fair...! No!”

“I don’t know what is not fair,” Jumin said, taking a step to the side and, very briefly, looking over to me, before his gaze fell on Sarah again, “but, if you do not wish to leave, I will use you to do what I want.”

“What are you talking about?!”

Jumin sighed, stepping closer to me. “There was something I wanted to do...but I just couldn’t come up with a proper excuse, but this seemed to happen a lot in soap operas.”

“What’s with the whole soap opera thing?!” Sarah whined, and I stood up when Jumin motioned for me to do so. “God, so childish!”

“I’m sorry,” Jumin told me once he got close. “It seems you’ll have to excuse me. I had no other choice to let her out...yes, let’s put it at that.” He glanced to the side, and, for a moment, I could have sworn he was...embarrassed. The Jumin Han, face red in embarrassment. “And...I was going to do it soon, anyways.”

Before I could ask, he put his hand under my chin and pressed his lips against my own. Sarah yelled when he did.

“What...What are you...!”

“J-Jumin?!” I squeaked, as he pulled back, only a little bit.

He shushed me, smiling. “You’re blushing. You’d better close your eyes. Focus on your senses.”

I did so, closing my eyes and putting my hands on his chest. He kissed me again, his other arm grabbing my waist.

“Ugh...I’m going to tell Ms. Choi!” Sarah whined.

“Yes,” Jumin mused as he released the kiss. “Having an audience for our first kiss takes off the tension. Your lips are so warm and soft. And...I think I smell a bit of the pancake?” He chuckled, and my cheeks got very hot. “You’re cute.”

“How...! I’ve never been so insulted!” I heard footsteps stomping out of the place.

“God...” Jumin sighed. “Finally, she’s leaving.”

The sound of the door slamming startled me, even though I was kind of expecting it. When Jumin didn’t move away, I spoke up.

“Jumin...” I trailed off, searching for the words. “Can we really do this?“

“To be honest...” He met my gaze. “I wanted to kiss you from the first moment I saw you. I’m sorry if that was so sudden. I wanted you to be comfortable here...perhaps I’ve bothered you.” His eyes grew warmer, and he smiled. “But I don’t regret what I did.”

My lips trembled, and I looked for anything to say. “Is this appropriate...” My brain wracked itself for any semblance of a thought. “...when Elizabeth is missing?”

“This has nothing to do with that,” Jumin told me. “It’s my emotions. And Elizabeth isn’t here, but you are. Oh...I just realized something after the kiss. That you are indeed different from Elizabeth III. The special person who can truly understand me...who I can touch and kiss and understands what I’m saying. I’ve known this for a while, now. That I need someone like you, not a cat.”

His hand went to my cheek, and I leaned into the warm touch despite myself. He seemed to be happy with that, because he smiled at me. “And, seeing you in front of my eyes...I feel like I’ve finally gotten what I wanted. I don’t want to be a fool who loses what he needs. Elizabeth III...even if I find her again, she is just a cat. But you’re different. You can soak in all of my emotions.” He breathed in sharply, voice going softer. “You can be mine.” His face broke into a sweet smile. “That makes me so happy.”

He pressed kisses on the side of my face, and I laughed a little bit. When his lips met mine again, I could have melted.

“Jumin...first, calm down,” I said, even though I wanted more. “You were worried about Elizabeth a minute ago!”

Jumin’s forehead rested on mine. “I’ve never been so sure of my feelings,” he said. “Now that Elizabeth III isn’t here...it must be ironic that I’m so happy. But, I’ve realized what I truly wanted, thanks to my cat going missing.” He stopped for a moment, letting his thoughts collect, before he went on. “I want you...and I want you to want me, too. I mean this.”

I went to speak, but my words got caught. What would I say? What I felt? Or what was the right thing to do?

Damn my better judgement.

“I think any relationship needs time,” I said. “Let’s think about it. First, let’s find Elizabeth.”

He nodded. “I can understand if you need time,” he returned. “Just don’t leave my side, right now. I’ll try to be the man who can do anything for you. That’s...That’s what everyone expected from me, ever since I was little.” His eyes met mine. “I won’t say much. Even if it takes time, I want to have everything you are. So just stay here, with me.”

When I nodded as a response, he went to pull away, but I grabbed his hand.

“Jumin,” I said, and he took both of my hands in his own. “I...I want you,too. Really.”

He reeled at that for a moment, but a smile crossed his lips. Before he could say anything, I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to me again. Without a second to waste, his arms were around me, and my hands were on the back of his head, pulling him down to me. His arms secured me against him as he sighed, breathlessly. I put my head against his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart.

He wanted me, and I wanted him. That was all we wanted.

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Sad Song (Taehyung x You ONESHOT)

A/N: I am sorry this took long and I hope by the time I wrote and post this you are no longer sad anon. Inspired fully by Sad Song by We The Kings and also because I'm feeling sad and emotional tonight. And its a bit short, sorry. Just about 5k+ long. Sorry if its a bit ridiculous since Im a bit rusty now. ahaha

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"I love Taehyung..," her teary brown eyes blinked once. "I... I sincerely love him and I cant live without him,"

Y/N look at the beautiful idol standing in front of her whose eyes is filled with tears, trying hard not to blink her tears. She dont know why the girl is crying when she should be the one bawling her eyes out. Y/N keeps looking. Looking at the girl who is telling her, no, confessing to her that she is in love with Kim Taehyung.

Her boyfriend of 8 years, Kim Taehyung.

"W-why are you telling me all this?"

"Y/N... I know," she released a heavy breath. "I know you know about us. About me and Taehyung. And trust me Y/N, its never my intention to hurt you,"

Y/N almost scoffed at her statement. Not her intention? And so what? She should received a medal for that?

"Y/N... I love him. And I am not going to ask you to leave him. Or to give him to me. Nor do I want to steal Taehyung from you. I just really love him. I fell in love and I cant live without him,"

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Y/N... I know its not possible to leave Taehyung. Someone like him.. how can anyone lose him? Especially you, who have been together with him for so long," she took a step forward and Y/N immediately took a step back.

The girl sigh.

"I dont want to fight with you. Or be on a bad term with you Y/N. I love Taehyung and you know he loves me too. But there is no doubt he also loves you. So I guess... what I'm trying to say is... can... can you share a piece of his love with me?"

"What?"

"I want to share his love with you Y/N. I want to share Kim Taehyung,"

/////

"Does she make you happy? As happy as I used to?" Y/N's voice quiver as the question leave her mouth, afraid of the answer. Her back might be turned fron looking at Taehyung, but she can feel his sharp gaze bore through her back.

"Y/N... can you please atleast look at my face?" His deep voice soften as she heard him walked forward, his warmth closing in. "Please?"

Y/N didnt budge. How could she face him when her heart is breaking.

"Y/N..." Taehyung reached out and turn her around, lifting her chin to look at him.

"J-just tell me Tae..," her voice barely above a whisper.

"I dont want to lose you Y/N. I love you. You know that," Taehyung sigh as he carressed her face softly.

"How about her?"

"You know I love her too..," Taehyung admit softly, not wanting to hurt her more. "But I dont want to lose you Y/N..." he repeated again, making his point clear.

Y/N doesnt understand. How can anyone says he love someone and another at the same time? How can that sacred feeling be torn and shared into two? Is it possible? Is she the one who is the selfish one, the stupid one, to reserve all her love for just one special person?

For Taehyung?

"I..." Y/N looks down. She wanted to say no. She is going to tell him that its over. That he cheated. That he betrayed her love, their love of 8 years and fell in love with someone else. That he hurt her. That his request for her to accept all this is selfish and just plain ridiculous. She wanted to scream, hit him, curse him and just cry until she cant anymore. But  as her mouth is about to open, her eyes lifted and it fall straight into Taehyung's brown ones. His familiar brown eyes. His eyes that is filled with memories and love. His eyes that make her fall in love in the first place.

"Good morning princess," his beautiful smile greeted her as she opened her eyes. "I cant believe I am going to wake up to this face from now on until forever," Taehyung whisper and kisses her, making Y/N giggle with surprise.

The first day they moved in together.

Their first day to forever.

"I love you Y/N,"

"Why?" She turns and faced him. She will never be tired of looking at his handsome face.

"No specific reason princess. You are just my everything. With you I feel alive. Without you I feel empty, lonely. Without you I am not a whole. You are the melody in my life. The rhythm, the emotions, the lyrics, everything," Taehyung tuck a strand of her loose hair behind her ear. "You Y/N. You are the song to my life... and without you.. well, without you I am just a sad, lonely song,"

Y/N smile as her heart fluttered wildly. Taehyung is her life, her love, her everything. And the way he looks at her right now, she will give up everything to see it forever.

"And you, you are the song to my life too Kim Taehyung, and I promise, I will make it a happy song forever,"

"Y/N?"

Y/N was brought back to reality at the sound of his voice. Her cheeks already dampen with the tears she didnt even realized has rolled down her cheeks.

All the things she had rehearsed in her head earlier, all the things she wanted to say to him disappeared. It hurts, but she cant do it.

Taehyung is her song.

And what is her life without a song?

"I... Tae," Y/N looks at him. "I love you so much Tae. I'll do it. I rather share you than lose you. I'll do it,"

/////

Y/N doesnt know how this works. How it should work. Are they both his girlfriend now? Can Taehyung really love them both? Can Taehyung be fair? Is she allowed to be hurt? Is she allowed to cry? Is she supposed to ignore all the marks on his body or the many nights he didnt come back?

How does this work?

Y/N will never understand.

Its even worse when the two of them are an idol and she is just an ordinary girl living a normal life. In the public eyes, Taehyung and Maysaa are the number one couple eventhough Taehyung belong to Y/N first. She wanted to tell everyone that Taehyung is hers. That he belong to her first. But she cant. Their relationship ear never made public and it seems it will never be now.

No girl should ever see her own boyfriend kisses another girl so openly.

No girl should ever see her own boyfriend goes on a date with another girl so openly.

No girl should ever have to come back home to sit in the living room crying while her ears are filled with the sound of her own boyfriend making love to another girl so openly.

And no girl should ever hear her own boyfriend say I love you to another girl, and mean it.

Pain and hurt is an understatement with what Y/N is feeling everyday. Maysaa is a friendly girl and she never deny Y/N's right towards Taehyung. But how friendly can a feeling be towards a girl who begged you to share your boyfriend with her. Towards the girl you have to see kissing and hugging your boyfriend in public everyday? Towards the girl who you knew you boyfriend love, care and adore?

Y/N cant deny that Taehyung tried his best to be fair. To make her happy, to make her feel love. He takes her out on dates, secret dates, on days that he is off schedule. They still spend their time cuddling at home while having a domestic movie night, or soend the night cooking and just talking to each other, just like they used to.

And their nights together...

Their nights together is still as passionate as before, although Y/N had to pushed every single thoughts about Maysaa and what Taehyung most probably did with her too.

Does Taehyung look at her with love as he lay her down too?

Does Taehyung kiss her softly as his hands strip her off her clothing?

Does Taehyung whisper those soft I love yous as he thrust into her?

The pain is there, oh, how itd always there, but Y/N like to believe that their love is stronger. Afterall, Taehyung is her song, and she is Taehyung's. They have something special and it will stay that way.

Their endless night together whenever Taehyung is off schedule proof that their love is still just as strong as before when weeks later Y/N start to feel nausea, fatigue and suffered endless vomitting. The two blue line on the tenth test she took that day finally confirmed what she has been suspecting.

But will Taehyung be happy? Or angry? What about Maysaa? How does this whole thing works now that shes pregnant with Taehyung's child?

She should be happy, ecstatic even. She is having a baby with the love of her life. That someone that she always wanted a family, a future with. That someone that she love with all her life.

That someone who is another person's boyfriend to the public.

After contemplating for a week, Y/N decide to finally tell Taehyung. Whatever his reaction is, Y/N swear she will do whatever it takes to protect her baby. The little human in her tummy is her priority now.

Never would she have thought that Taehyung's face would break into a grin and scooped her up in a huge hug, swinging her around.

"Y-you are not angry Tae?" Y/N asked after her initial shock.

"Angry? Princess why would I be angry?" Taehyung laugh. A loud, joyful  laugh. "I'm so so so happy princess! I'm going to be a father, and the baby is going to be perfecr because princess, you are the mother! I love you so much princess," Taehyung's grin grows wider, if that is even possible, and kisses her softly. "I promise princess. I will take care of you and our baby. Theres nothing to be worried about Princess. I love you,"

/////

"Arghhhhhhh!"

"Whats the problem now?" Hyera looks up from her phone as Maysaa enters their dressing room and throw around everything everywhere. The other group members are already used to the spoiled maknae's behaviour.

"That bitch is pregnant!"

"Which bitch? Theres so many bitches in our life. All of you included," Mia,  another band member laughs as she point to the others. Maysaa roll her eyes. She has no time for jokes! This is serious. How can Taehyung make that girl pregnant?! She dont even think that they sleep together. Yeah sure, Taehyung slept with her, of course he should be sleeping with that girl too, since they are supposed to be "fair" and what not. But she didnt think to the point of making her pregnant! Is Taehyung going to love her less when she has the baby?

"Taehyung's whore! Who else!"

"Okay... and the problem is?" The other girl sound confused. "She is his girlfriend isnt it. I mean.. you came out with this weird ass arrangement to share the dude, which I found to be ridiculous and stupid. And I know you skipped sex ed and all, but having sex and being in a relationship does make one pregnant,"

"And look at Taehyung. Hr is a hottie!Who doesnt want him as a baby daddy?" Hyera add on and giggle, making Maysaa more fired up that her sisters are not seeing the seriousness of the problem.

"Urghhh guys! This is serious! She cant be pregnant! I never even thought she would agree to this arrangement in the first place! But with this happening... What if Taehyung love me less once the baby is born? I cant let that happen! I cant lose Taehyung. I cant!" Maysaa is getting hysteric. She is scared. Losing Taehyung is something she cant ever imagined!

"Okay. Okay. Jeez, calm down," Mia roll her eyes. "So what are you planning to do?"

"I need to get pregnant too,"

"What?!" All eyes turn to her. They are a group of uprising idol right now, and having one member pregnant, especially the maknae, will definitely slow down their rising success.

"Relax, not real pregnant. Fake pregnant!" Maysaa happily cheered, as the others gave her confused looks.

"Eloborate please,"

"Well, I just need to tell Tae that I'm pregnant too, but I still want to keep it from the media. Then he will give his attention to me, because you know, hes so sweet and all," Maysaa giggles and the others scoff. "Then, right before the baby is supposed to be born, when Taehyung is already so in love with the baby, I will do something that will look like the bitch did something to me that cause me to misscarriage. Tae will hate her for killing his baby, and he will love me forever because I am just a sad girl who lost a baby! Great idea isnt it?" Maysaa squeal.

"Uh... thats just evil. But, how do you fake a pregnancy? How about your checkup and all? If Taehyung is as sweet as you say he is, he will want to follow you to those doctors appointments," Hyera questioned.

"Well... do you remember my doctor? Doctor Hua? The doctor who did all my three abortions in secret? Ill ask him to help. Its all set!"

"I dont know Maysaa... dont you think thats not fair to both Tae and Y/N?" Mia sounded worried. Maysaa glares at her sister. They are supposed to be on her side!

"I dont care Mia. Taehyung is mine and he will be mine and only mine forever!"

/////

"B-but Tae.. cant you stay with me for a while longer? I dont feel so good. I think theres something wrong," Y/N rubs her stomach, feeling uncomfortable. Taehyung leans down and kisses the huge bump. She is 7 months in now. Taehyung cant believe that he has two beautiful girlfriends, and both of them pregnant at the same time?

Taehyung cant help but grinned. He loves kids and now hes going to get two at the same time.

He admits its hard being a busy idol with two pregnant lovers, especially with Maysaa who is always needing his attention all the time. Because of that, he is grateful for Y/N. Y/N always gives in to Maysaa. Going to her checkup alone and handling most of her pregnancy alone since she knows Maysaa needed him more.

Y/N is great and Taehyung told hinself over and over again that he will be needing to make it up to her soon.

"I'm sure its nothing princess. Maysaa just called, shes craving some strawberries. I just need to get those and give it to her. Ill be back okay? You understand right princess?" Taehyung stroke her hair softly. Y/N is beautiful, inside out. Everytime Taehyung looks at her, he falls in love with her all over again. He sometimes regret his desicion with Maysaa, for hurting Y/N along the way, but what can he do? Maysaa is pregnant with his baby now, there is no way he can ever leave her. And Y/N is so understanding, he sometines forget that she gets hurt too.

Y/N sighed. Of course its Maysaa again. She rubbed her bump. Something is wrong, she can feel it. But she cant tell Taehyung that. Because he doesnt know. He only goes to Maysaa's appointments, and never hers. He didnt know the problems and the pain shes having. He didnt know how she cried alone at nights, which is almost every night, sleeping alone in pain because Taehyung needs to attend to Maysaa.

Pregnancy is supposed to be the happiest month for a couple. Sharing moments and experience with their partner. And she guess Taehyung is experiencing it, only not with her. All her joys, the baby first kick, the baby first move, and all her pain, she jottee down in the scrapbook.

Maybe one day she can share it with someone who wanted to know.

Y/N sighed again.

"Of course Tae. Go attend to Maysaa. I'll be okay," Y/N gave a small smile. Taehyung kisses her forehead and went off to find the strawberries.

A few minutes after Taehyung left, a knock was heard on her hotel door. They are both following Taehyung on tour now, since he thinks its a good idea to bring them both togethet.  Thinking it was Jungkook, she ask the person to come in. Y/N and Jungkook has become closer now since Taehyung spend most of her time attending to Maysaa's pregnancy needs.

Y/N's smile drop the moment Maysaa appeared in front of her door, making her way to her bedside.

"Hi Y/N, wheres Tae?" She asked, smiling.

"He went out to get your strawberries Maysaa. Anything I can help you with?" Y/N asked with a straight face. She usually will control her expression and put on atleast a small smile, but not today. Today shes in pain and Taehyung is not here to help het because of this girl stupid strawberries.

"Wow, whats with the hostility? Cant a baby mama come and visit another baby mama?"

"Im sorry. I didnt mean to be rude. Its just that Im in a bit of pain right now," Y/N rubbed her bump. Maysaa srunched her face on annoyance. She hates it when Y/N say anything about her pregnancy, well because it only remind her that hers is not real.

"Oh really?" Maysaa asked, not at all showing interest.

"Yeah. Its a bit painful. Uh.. do you think Tae can stay with me tonight? I think.. I think I might need him tonight," Y/N looks at Maysaa, hoping she would be considerate enough.

"Uh no? You know how I need shoulder rubs at night and how I throw up every night Y/N. You know I need Tae!"

"But Maysaa. I really dont feel-"

"You are not the only one pregnant Y/N!" Maysaa have had enough. Taehyung is hers, cant she see that?

"But Maysaa, please. I-" Y/N placed her hands on Maysaa, trying to asked for her sympathy when Taehyung ealks in and saw her hand on her.

"Hey baby? What are you doing here? I looked for you in your room. I got you your strawberries," he smile, eyes wondering between Maysaa and Y/N, trying to figure out what is happening. They are just talking right?

"I was looking for you baby!" Maysaa giggles and hug Taehyung's arm. "Didnt know you went out,"

Y/N averted her eyes as her heart begin to hurt at their interaction. Calm down Y/N, Taehyung doesnt belong to you alone anymore. Taehyung notice Y/N's change of expression and move Maysaa's hand slowly off him, making the girl furious.

"T-tae? Do you think you can stay with me tonight? I dont feel good. I really dont," Y/N decides to ask. Maysaa cant believe what shes hearing. Did this bitch just ask Taehyung when she already said no?

"Uh..." Taehyung look at Maysaa who's already pouting. "I think you will be okay Y/N, right?"

Y/N sighed. The one time she really needs him and he cant even give her that.

"Yeah okay. Of course. I'm always okay," she tried to slowly get up from the bed. She was never this petty but shes really in pain right now. Whats the point of having a boyfriend if he never cares? Y/N is starting to regret her decision.

"Y/N, dont be like that princess please?" Taehyung look at her softly, trying to help her up but she flinched away.

"Be like what Tae? I only ever needed you once in seven months and you cant even give me that? I'm done. After this baby is born, I'm done Taehyung!"

"Y/N, what are you talking about? Princess, you know we will never be done. I'll never let you go!" Taehyung is freaking out. Why is Y/N saying all this. She wont leave him will he?

Too caught up with being worried, Taehyung didnt notice that Maysaa's expression has turned sour at his words.

How in love is Taehyung with Y/N?!

Noticing that Taehyung is about to reached out for Y/N's hand, Maysaa quickly thinks of something and as Y/N turns to shake Taehyung off, she immediately screamed in pain, clutching her fake baby bump, immediately catching Taehyung's attention.

"Baby?! Are you okay?"

"Y/N nudged me. Aww baby, it hurts!" She cried out, constantly rubbing her bump.

"What? I did not! Tae I didnt even touched her!" Y/N tried to defend herself but Taehyung is already glaring at her as he hugs Maysaa protectively.

"She did baby! She nudge me. She must be angry at me because you didnt want to stay with her tonight! Aww babyyyy it hurts," fake tears starts to roll doen her cheeks.

"Baby! Oh my god. Let me take you to the hospital okay?" Taehyung glares at Y/N again. "You better pray that nothing happened to her or the baby Y/N!"

"Tae, I didnt do anything! Cant you atleast listen to me?!" Y/N tried to suck in her pain and wiggle her way to reached out to Taehyung but he pushed her away, making her fall sitting down on the bed. Surprise and in pain that Taehyung would actually pushed her  Y/N feel her tears rolling down.

He never cared when she told him shes in pain but when Maysaa said it he panic to this extend? What are you even to hjm Y/N?

Nothing. A song? Bullshit. Not even a sad song. Just... nothing. She is nothing to Kim Taehyung.

"Im taking Maysaa to the hospital," Taehyung hugs the girl, not even looking at Y/N who he just pushed. Right before they went out the door, Maysaa look behind her shoulder and smirk.

Y/N knew right then that nothing could ever fix her relationship with Taehyung again. No matter how much she sacrifice, Maysaa wins.

"You win Maysaa. You can have Taehyung, fully," was the last word Taehyung heard between sobs before he slam the door shut.

/////

"Theres a complication. You cant be stressed or do anything aggressive. At all. Remember that miss. At all! Any of that, and you might have to go into an early labour. And Miss Y/N... with your health condition, we strongly would advise to avoid early labour as it might cause yours or the baby's life,"

The doctors words repeat itself in Y/N's head as the pain in her stomach becomes unbearable the second Taehyung slammed the door shut.

"T-tae..." she tried to call out but the pain stopped her as she clutched her stomach. "N-no.. my baby!" Y/N starts to sob when her hand touched a wet and thick red liquid from her legs and stomach.

Bleeding. I'm bleeding.

Was the last word she remembered saying to herself before hearing Jungkook's voice calling out to her and passed out.

/////

"Its okay baby, I'm here. I'm here" Taehyung panics as he held Maysaa's hand tightly, who is screaming in pain. "I'll take you to the nearest hospital okay baby, dont worry,"

"N-nearest hospital? But baby I need to see Doctor Hua!" Maysaa panics the moment Taehyung help her into the car. All her cover will be blown if she is taken to another doctor!

Doctor Hua has make everything perfect. They did all the fake belly, the fake heartbeat reading and even a fake sonogram. Everything is going well. Shes supposed to be having a misscarriage soon and Taehyung will never know.

"Theres no time baby. Doctor Hua's hospital is far from here. The hospital Y/N went to is just here. Her doctor can help us,"

"Tae, no. I-"

"No buts baby, I'm sorry but our baby's life is in danger," Taehyung sped off and Maysaa kept quiet the whole drive there, brows sweating trying to think of a way out.

And it seems thats theres none.

/////

"You..." Taehyung growls, he cant even look at Maysaa's pretty face right now. "You.. fake this fucking pregnancy?! You fucking fake it?!" Taehyung screamed out as he threw the crying girl on the floor of the parking lot.

"T-tae let me explain!"

"Explain what?! That you lied to me for thr whole seven months? About pregnancy?! Fuck, I'm a fool!" Taehyung runs his hands through his hair. How did he ever get fooled for the whole seven months? How can he be so oblivious? No wonder Maysaa didnt want to get intimate at all ever since her bump shows. He thought it was hormones or something.

"Tae, baby please..." her sobbing never stopped.

"Why? Why would you even do this?!"

"I dont want to lose you Tae," she tries to explain between sobs. "When Y/N got pregnant I got insecure. Shes so perfect and nice and Im scared you will leave me when the baby is born!"

"You know what, she is perfect. She is! Shit, I ignored her pregnancy for the whole 7 months for you fake pregnancy?!"  Taehyung start to realized. "All the pain she had to endure alone. The checkups and appointments, for you?! Fuck, I'm suing you. You and your fake doctor, I'll sue them all!"

"You can do anything Tae. But baby  please dont leave me. I-I love you," Maysaa is desperate. How is she supposed to leave without Taehyung? She just cant.

Taehyung scoff.

"You think I'll still be with you? You selfish, lying, manipulative bi-" Taehyung raised a hand to give her a tight slap but it was halted when his phone rang.

"Tae? Where the fuck are you? Wheres Y/N? Is everything okay?" Namjoon calls him in panic, making Taehyung confused.

"Y/N? Shes at the hotel. I left her there when I took Maysaa to the hospital hyung. You will not believe what this b-"

"Tae, Y/N is not in the hotel and the floor is covered with blood. You are saying shes not with you?" Namjoon cut him off. And the mention of not in the hotel and blood, Taehyung panics. Did something happened to his princess? To their baby?

"W-what do you mean?" Taehyung raised his voice. "Hyung, tell me. What happened? Wheres Y/N? Go and look around for her hyung! And what blood? How much blood?!"

"A-a lot Tae. Like a lot, a lot," Namjoon's voice laced with worry. "Wait, Kookie just called Jimin. Maybe he knows where Y/N is," a mix of voice filled the receiver, making Taehyung more worried as he presses the phone to try to hear what they are saying.

"Hello, guys!"

"Tae! Kookie took Y/N to her hospital.  Shes bleeding Tae. Sh-" Taehyung didnt wait any longer and ran across the parking lot to the hospital building, but Maysaa catch hold of his hand. God, he forgot shes even here.

"Tae, baby. Where ate you going?! We are not done yet!" She cried out, tears ran down her face without stopping. Taehyung growls and shake his hand loose from her grip.

"Dont fucking call me baby. Dont fucking even call me anything! I should have known you are no good! I shouldnt even start with you! I have to go,"

"Tae, no!" Maysaa kneels down and hugs his leg. "Please Tae, dont leave me. I need you!" She is sobbing hysterically now but it doesnt spark even a bit of sympathy in Taehyung. All he can think about is all the tears he had cause Y/N from the very first day he brought Maysaa into her life. Y/N is the one who need him. She has been needing him for months but he wasnt there. He chose not to be there.

Princess, I am so sorry. I'm coming princess. Im coming. Wait for me. I promised you. I promised that I'll take care of you and our baby. I failed.

"Let go!" He shake his leg loose. "We are fucking over Maysaa. I'll deal with you later. And if, if anything happen to Y/N, I swear I'll make you pay!" With that Taehyung rans off, leaving Maysaa crying on her knees in the parking lot.

/////

"A-at least," she pants. "I- I'm h-appy K-kookie," Y/N gave a small smile between her pain as Jungkook followed her as she was rushed by the doctors to the emergency operation room. A few minutes after Jungkook burst into the hospital, Y/N's doctor immediately take over and set her up for an emergency operation.

The baby has to come out now.

"Happy? How can you be happy with Tae-hyung being such an asshole Y/N? Stop this Y/N! He dont deserve your smile!" Jungkook yell through his tears.

"B-because I-I will make sure I'll deliver his d-daughter safe a-and sound Kookie," she smile with enough pain to break Jungkook's heart. Blood is still all over her clothes and the stretcher bed. "T-tell him... tell hi-"

"You will tell him yourself! You will be okay. You and your daughter will be okay!" Jungkook cried out. He dont know what is going on. All he knows is that Y/N is in pain and theres a lot of blood. Everywhere.

But the panic her doctor showed once he was informed told Jungkook that this is not just a normal pregnancy bleeding or anything like it.

What is going on? And why is Y/N acting like shes saying goodbye?

"I-I'm s-sorry b-but I-I wont Kookie," Y/N's hands reached out and grasp Jungkook's shirt tight one last time. "T-tell Tae t-that I w-wasnt a-able to keep his s-song happy forever, but she will. H-his d-daughter will,"

With that, Y/N hands grazed his shirt and hands one last time as she was rolled away into the operation theatre with one last tired smile towards Jungkook, leaving him standing alone, crying in front of the door.

/////

"Y/N?! Y/N!" Taehyung is breathless as he ran to the hospital room, slamming opened the door, followed by his five hyungs who is trying to catch up, after getting to know Y/N's whereabouts after a series of forcing and threatening to sue and hit every nurse downstairs, only to find Jungkook with a tear stricken face holding a crying baby girl in his arms.

"Y..Y/N?" Taehyung cant no longer think straight as he look around. "Where the fuck is Y/N Jungkook?!" He yelled when the maknae didnt answer.

"Y/N!" Taehyung yelled, frantically looking around, they said shes here, then where is she?! Jungkook ignored him, eyes fixed in the baby girl, a sad smile grazed his wet face.

"This is your daughter hyung. She looks just like Y/N," Jungkook's voice is so soft everyone almost missed it, snapping Taehyung out from his hysteric state.

His daughter?

His daughter with Y/N? The daughter that the two of them has been waiting for all this while? Shes finally here! But Y/N isnt here with them. She isnt here celebtating this moment with him.

Shes not here. And she will never ever be.

Taehyung took the baby from Jungkook's arms with shaky hands and carressed the beautiful, tiny face.

"Y/N asked me to tell you..." Jungkook sobbed. "S-she asked me to tell you, that she hope that y-your daughter will be able to keep your song happy, because she is unable to do it any longer," Jungkook wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt and start to walked out, stopping with his back facing Taehyung once he is at the door. "But honestly hyung, I dont think you deserve a happy song,"

Taehyung didnt say anything. He couldnt say anything. All he could do is hug the little girl tight in his arms as tears pours down, not showing any sign of stopping.

The little girl who is the only piece of Y/N left for him.

The only piece left of his song.

"You Y/N. You are the song to my life... and without you.. well, without you I am just a sad, lonely song,"

"And you, you are the song to my life too Kim Taehyung, and I promise, I will make it a happy song forever,"

[mswisegal]

Not At All

Warning: vague mention of child abuse, injuries, blood, a little swearing, a bit sexual.

A/N: it’s finally done hooray! i feel so accomplished since it took me so long in editing and writing this, it felt like i had a baby and now it’s all grown up ready to go to college. anyways, enough about me, let’s talk about this piece of work i got right here. it’s not finished yet, it has a second part so don’t worry. i thought it's best to split them cause it's way WAY too long already as i've mentioned a couple times before and thank you so much for being patient and sweet and for encouraging me to write, it helps and it brightens me up for days. i hope you have a fun time reading, muwah!

Tags: @sungoddessra, @@aria-is-trash , @mcrosiers , @aceslytherin, @kaymordeline, @im-on-blue 

Pairings: Felix/MC, Chester/MC

Felix loosened his tie and adjusted his collar, perspiration starting to build on his forehead as he ungracefully sat on his expensive dark green sofa near the fireplace. With a tired wave of his hand, a house elf appeared with firewhiskey on top of a silver tray, head low and arms stretched towards him. He took the drink and with another silent wave, the house elf bowed then disappeared.

He looked like shit, he’s aware. If anyone who knows him sees him now, hair unkempt, dress shirt crumpled in small folded creases, and sweat running down the side just near his temple, they would have gaped in disbelief.

Felix never felt so disorganized.

He knows why he just didn’t want to face it just yet. The sound of ice hitting the glass as he examined the beverage in his hand absentmindedly brought him back to the time when he first met one of his unlikely friends many years ago. The sound of the fire crackling faded and the sound of scraping silverware along with a familiar booming voice took its place.

                                                    Year One

“HUFFLEPUFF!” Yelled the Sorting Hat as it was placed on top of none other than Jane Court. Felix remembers her, he saw her coming in and out of the compartment next to his and buying sweets from the trolley lady. Nose high when asked which house she’ll be getting into.

I’ll be in Ravenclaw no doubt. Have you read Hogwarts: A Histo-

Professor McGonagall took the hat on top of the blonde girls head to reveal half of her hidden face. She was shocked, to say the least, eyes blown wide but silently got off of the chair to approach the Hufflepuff table. She was greeted with an assortment of applause and a few welcoming handshakes.

Shame. Felix thought, his hands behind his back, she has the wits for Ravenclaw but it wasn’t enough for the sorting hat it seems. He wished he knew how the hat sorts them by so he wouldn’t be so-

Despite the confidence that was placed on his shoulders when he left for the train to Hogwarts he can't help but feel nervous.

What if the hat places him somewhere other than Slytherin? Is he even Slytherin enough? His father would hex him if he wasn't. Merlin forbid that he'll be placed in Gryffindor of all houses.

Felix suppressed a shiver when phantom green lights directed at him flashed behind his eyelids.

“Next we have-“

He felt a light tap on his shoulder. Felix stopped midway from listening and looked behind him to come face to face with a boy with coffee brown eyes and neatly gelled hair, shining under the floating candles above. "What house do you think you'll be in?" He whispered as he looked over to the next student getting sorted.

Felix didn't feel the need to answer because the boy opened his mouth before he could even reply. "I think I might be placed in Gryffindor, my little brother occasionally tells me I'm brave. I mean, if that's how the hat sorts us by. Though I doubt it, bit too easy if that's the case."

Felix didn't say a word, he didn’t have to, he kept his mouth shut despite the rising disdain he has for the gelled haired boy already. No one was placed in Gryffindor that didn't cause any trouble. They are loud, messy, and all over the place. His father said.

There was a moment of silence before the boy jumped, a look of realization on his face. "Oh sorry mate, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Chester Davies." Chester held out his hand for him to shake and he politely took it in his hand and shook it briefly before letting go.

"Rosier," He paused letting his family name sink in, voice low and devoid of any interest, "Felix Rosier."

"Saw you sitting in the compartment alone earlier in the train. I wanted to say hi but didn't want to disturb you, you seemed pretty preoccupied." Chester chuckled before continuing, "I do that too whenever the situation presents itself."

Felix was yet to respond and Chester raised a curious brow, "You sure aren't talkative, that makes you a good study partner. Say, do you find Divination weird or interesting?"

"Felix Rosier." Called Professor McGonagall looking around among the first years. Felix straightened his back, his name echoing among the Slytherin table. He could feel them staring at him, waiting.

He stepped out of the crowd to sit on the chair the professors provided without a second glance at Chester. After this, they wouldn't be able to talk to each other anymore and he found himself relieved, he didn't want to associate with anyone like him.

The ugly hat was placed on top of his head, almost too slow for his liking. “Ah, I see. You're one of them aren't you?" The Sorting Hat's voice is deep especially up close, Felix could feel it trying to understand him inside his head.

Legilimens. Hissed his father when he thinks he’s being untruthful. "Hmmm.... yes that is quite tragic." Drawled the hat thoughtfully. Felix began to feel uncomfortable on how transparent he is to the hat now and wished nothing more than to get this over with.

"Dangerous, very dangerous." It muttered. "You're a Slytherin no doubt, your ambition outmatches your father and your grandfather's. You have a right to be proud.” The heavy load seemed to have lifted from his chest making him sigh in relief.

"But too much ambition can lead you to a lot of trouble boy, best to stay out of it."

Felix was confused despite the swelling pride blossoming in his chest. "What do you mea-"

"SLYTHERIN!" Yelled out the Sorting Hat and it was taken off of him. Felix stood up, brows knitted together trying hard to decipher what it said.

Now walking towards the Slytherin table, he saw a few familiar faces with others he didn't recognize. They whispered to each other and looked over at him, whether it's mild interest, admiration, or calm indifference he didn't entertain them.

They know who he is and it gave him great comfort and a gut-wrenching distress that he hides perfectly behind a stoic expression.

"Welcome to Slytherin Rosier, the house will expect great things from you." The current Prefect told him before telling a few of his fellow Slytherins to move aside and give space for him to sit.

"Chester Davies!"

The familiar name rang and Felix turned around from his seat to see Chester walking stiffly towards the front, clearly nervous. When the hat was placed on top of his head he was sweating and pulling at his collar.

"YOU WANT TO BE IN GRYFFINDOR EY?!" Yelled the Sorting Hat and the Great Hall erupted in laughter. Chester shrank and a pang of remorse made it's way to the surface. Felix internally sighed, Shame.

The hat was talking to him and it seemed that Chester was the only one who can hear it and the student's laughter died down. The Gryffindors were eager to add another poor soul to their bunch and some were leaning over to try and catch what the hat was saying.

A momentary pause, the hat looks like it was in thought before yelling.

"RAVENCLAW!"

The Ravenclaw table erupted in noise, clapping and standing up with big smiles on their faces as Chester hopped off from the chair to walk over to his table. On edge, the boy almost tripped over the stairs before composing himself and walking much faster than necessary.

Felix wasn't expecting that, maybe there's a small chance they'll be able to talk to each other that now he isn't sorted in that house. 

One thing crossed his mind when he thought of Chester. The boy who was hunched over, overwhelmed by the attention he was receiving.

Felix doesn't envy him, no, not at all.

                                                 End Year One

He let out a dry laugh as the memory, still fresh from his mind like it happened yesterday, came back almost choking him. One glass wasn't enough, not even a bottle. With a silent call, the glass was refilled by a house elf before leaving him again to his own devices.

Felix learned earlier in life that not everything happens the way you expect it to be, that you don't get your way unless you do something about it. It was basic knowledge, everyone knows that.

How did his father reach being a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight? How could they have obtained a large sum of gold? Surely not standing around and doing nothing, his family line would have ended before it even began.

Evan Rosier didn’t stop getting what he wanted, there was no hesitation written in his actions if Felix ever felt like remembering him despite the bitter and burning taste in his mouth that the firewhiskey can never outmatch.

But where is he now?

Dead.

Evan Rosier died in the war. He didn’t make it because he was a fool for following a supposed 'Dark Lord' who got defeated by a damn infant. 

Felix was twelve when he received the news.

                                                     Year Two

It was October and Hogwarts is in lockdown. Students aren't permitted to leave their common room after six and Felix was in his dormitory anxiously reading Guide to Advanced Transfiguration using the light from his wand to be able to see the text. It was better to occupy himself than think about the ongoing war in the wizarding world.

It's been weeks since he received a letter from his mother and thought that the ministry might have interfered with parents communicating with their children who are currently in school. It wasn't the most practical but it's reasonable, especially when you're a son of a Death Eater.

Felix spent his time alone and some classes were canceled so they had more free time than usual. The muggle-born and half-bloods are all shaking along with other lesser purebloods who, at least, had a higher chance of survival than the rest.

He couldn't sleep.

Thank Merlin the professors weren't paying much attention to the student's school work or else he would be failing class after class. Felix wouldn't stop worrying about his parents or the outcome of this war would be.

He had met the Dark Lord, saw him only once when his father decided to invite him over. The dark wizard's presence was suffocating, he couldn't even begin to describe how his magic surrounded him like fog, ready to take the air out of Felix's lungs to the point he was suffocating during dinner and the only thing that kept him on his toes is his mother's reassuring squeeze on his leg.

Felix has bags under his eyes but kept his posture straight, hair combed neatly, and is as cold and forward as always. Some students were avoiding him, he can tell, they stepped out of his way whenever he walks by.

There's little to no students left appearing in classes, some preferred to stay in their common room until they are called out for food. The professors understood or simply had their own worries to even consider it a problem.

Gryffindors were as ballsy as ever and are mostly the ones who cut through the tension in the air to help forget momentarily about the war along with encouraging Hufflepuffs and reasonable Ravenclaws.

Chester was one of the few who was still buried deep in the books. Felix never thought much about it because he is a pureblood and he doesn't even need to worry about being hexed from this life to the next.

Somehow he was the only one Felix can really talk to during this time. Well, if talking also means reading quietly in the library together until the sun sets then they are quite acquainted.

They would occasionally talk, they don't just sit there in awkward silence. Chester is mostly the one who fills the air with nonsense and Felix would only reply if needed. Neither ever talked about the war.

Chester fits into all the categories his parents would allow him to have in a friend. He's a pureblood, not a Gryffindor, quite book smart, and isn't one to look for trouble.

This continued until November hits. He heard some students whispering, asking each other if Halloween will be celebrated inside of Hogwarts this year. Idiots. Felix hissed at them in his mind. You think of parties when people are out there dying? He didn’t know anymore, he was unsure. There was something wrong but he just couldn’t find it. Felix was so confused.

He questioned his father’s decision for a second and he immediately banished it from his mind. To question his father is to question himself and he wasn’t ready for that. Not now, maybe not ever. Felix feared the day everything he grew up to be was just something that could easily be proven as a lie. 

He breathed, In and out, he told himself as he kept walking. A Slytherin walked past him, head low, their hair framing their tired face.

A letter arrived before the day ends.

He was on his way to the library, a new book in hand when an owl hooted at him from the distance. It wasn’t familiar but he took the letter that was dropped on top of his head. Felix thought that the sender might not need him to reply.

The owl wasn’t familiar but the seal with his family crest was, he picked it up instantly, looking around for any signs of life. When he found none, he opened the envelope.

‘Felix, this is your mother. Forgive me but I have to make this letter brief, I have unpleasant news.

Strange. He thought. Felix began to feel uneasy, he could feel his mother's stress through the parchment.

Your father fought for the Dark Lord bravely my son, he did the best he could to rid the world of impurity. Our Lord has fallen by the hands of none other than Harry Potter and now we are facing a conundrum. With your father gone and our family name tarnished because of Igor Karkaroff, I will be sent in for questioning.

No news as of yet of this matter, only that the Ministry wants to talk to me. For now, you will focus on your studies and will continue to remain oblivious of your father's connection to the Dark Lord and anything relating to his death.

I will be planning a late funeral in December. Until then you won't be receiving letters from me. Destroy this message after you finish it.’

Felix’s hand was sweaty and it dampened the thin expensive paper, he gripped it so tightly in his hand that it crumpled. The boy’s face was blank, hickory eyes darker than usual despite the soft glow of the sunset on his face.

Evan Rosier, a man Felix looked up to most of his life, is now dead. His mother didn’t let him know how he died but knowing him, he wouldn’t have gone down being pliant and begging for mercy.

A hole in his chest opened like a black pit, an endless void. Felix couldn’t feel anything, doesn’t feel anything other than this cold sinking feeling. They lost the war, his father is dead, Voldemort got defeated, and his father is dead.

“Incendio.” He whispered and the letter bursts into flames, leaving no trace of anything other than the smell of burnt paper mixed with thick ink in the air. The thought of visiting the library didn’t sound appealing anymore, he turned and headed back to the Slytherin common room.

“Felix, wait up!” Called Chester in the other end of the hallway, he jogs towards him, robes flying behind him slightly. He grasped Felix’s shoulder to stop him and a pang of something made it’s way up starting in his stomach, to his chest, then to his throat. He wanted to lash out, to yell but his father’s words crept into his subconscious.

You are a Rosier.

A Pureblood

Know your place.

And he swallowed, letting the words die just right at the tip of his tongue. “I didn’t see you today so I thought I’d check up on you.” Chester, the boy with neatly gelled hair, stood in front him. “Are you alright?” He asked, tone careful with barely hidden worry in his features.

Felix brushed it away with a nod. “Fine, I just noticed the time.” With how the sun is nearly disappearing he knows that they’ll be ushered back into their respective rooms soon. “I have to go.” He side-stepped Chester and went back to walking ahead.

“Wait!”

“What?” Felix hissed low, irritation leaking out from his steady facade. “If... if you want someone to talk to. You can- I mean, my door’s always open.”

He stiffened, thoughts racing. Did he saw?

“See you around.” Without waiting for a reply, Chester walked back from where he came, hands in his pockets. The quick clicking of his shoes began to sound faint until Felix couldn’t hear it anymore. His knuckles turned white as he clutched The Monster Book of Monsters.

                                                 End Year Two

The glass in Felix's hand crinkled as he gripped it tightly, eyes distant. Evan Rosier died in the hands of Mad-Eye Moody, rumor has it he took a portion of his nose before leaving this earth. 

He took another sip of his drink.

Felix was right, his father is too proud and stubborn to back down even if it was a dozen Aurors taking him all at once. He was given two options, to rot in Azkaban or to die. Both weren't ideal but dying was the easiest way out and what better way to describe a Slytherin?

Felix could feel it again, the empty dark hole that seemed to have made a home in his chest. He would never say it out loud but he was glad that his father died. The old man was better off dead anyway, with him gone Felix can do whatever he pleases.

He can ignore his mother, especially her suggestions of potential wives. She had been showing him photo after photo of women whenever he comes over, it was almost rehearsed. A different month a different girl and she grew frustrated that he wouldn't pick one. She insisted on knowing about his preferences but unfortunately for her, Felix doesn't have any.

Unless if it's-

Felix stopped right there. No. He reminded himself, Stop.

But his mind wouldn't let him. The walls he put up is starting to crack and he couldn't halt the tiny bits and pieces of memory that slips through the gaps. Felix licked his lips, throat beginning to dry instantly.

A girl was running, skirt flying as she ran around the familiar grassy field filled with wildflowers, chasing the pages from her notes that got caught by the wind-

the color of her cheeks, the flutter of her eyelashes, the small bounce in her step-

her bright eyes, her soft lips-

her hair, her voice, her smile, her-

everything.

The walls collapsed and thoughts of her hit him like a tidal wave, it was drowning him, Felix could hardly breathe. The hole in his chest is suddenly being filled with something he didn't dare name. It kept pouring in but it didn't make him feel full. It didn't help soothe the ache.

He was still hungry, wanting more of whatever she has to offer. He laps up the attention she gives him, savor the small touches that ghosted over his skin for days, he eats up the words that went past her lips when she's talking to him.

Felix was the dog next to its master's table wishing for a few lucky bites of whatever it is on the plate.

The glass in his hand shattered, unaware of the grip he had around the fragile thing. The sharp pain made him refocus on his dark and gloomy surroundings, reminding himself to breathe. In and out.

The glass dug in his palm and the color of his blood shined almost black in the barely lit room. The light in the fireplace flickered and he felt uncomfortably warm. Felix's palm opened letting the blood drip down to stain the carpet.

“Have you seen her?”

                                                     Year Five

“Yes, I have.” Replied Felix who was facing Chester, “It’s impossible not to.” With a butterbeer in hand, he took a drink to hide his amusement. The edges of his mouth curling upwards as his lips touched the glass. The boy, who no longer gell his hair but let his locks loose, glared at him from across the table.

“Then you know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t you feel a little bit sorry for me, for what I have to deal with for two more years?” Chester has his arms in front of him, palms open as if asking for Felix something. Unable to stop, he covered his mouth to silence his hysterics.

Chester scowled. “Some friend you are.” Felix coughed before waving his hand. “My apologies but it’s not my fault you have little to no luck in life at all.” He said with simple directness.

“Great. I’m so glad you find my pain entertaining.” He sighed, “First it’s Jacob and now her. I don’t think I’ll survive until the end of the year, let Ravenclaw win the house cup for seven years straight in memory of me.”

Felix rolled his eyes, “Don’t be dramatic, you’ll do fine. She couldn’t be worse than her brother.”

“You don’t know that!” Chester exclaimed, hands on his head, messing his neatly combed chestnut hair. "Have you ever met him? Talked to him? He's absolutely mad, bonkers, at his wits end! He kept talking about these cursed vaults like a lunatic! He wouldn't drop the subject that's why he got expelled!"

Felix was taken aback by Chester's sudden outburst. So it's that bad huh? How can someone be able to cause this much trouble? He thought and immediately try to calm his friend down.

"Listen, she's an eleven-year-old girl. What could she possibly do? Lumos her way in?” Smirking, he could see Chester’s tense shoulders relax little by little. “Besides I’m sure she learned a lot from her brother getting expelled. Do you think she’ll throw away her own opportunities to find, possibly non-existent, cursed vaults?”

“I can see where you’re getting at, I really do Felix.” He sighed again, “But you see, she thinks that her brother isn’t dead. Just, you know, missing.” Chester gestured in front of him, his own butterbeer forgotten. "I ask her why she thought that but she only gave me a short reply.”

There isn't a body so he isn't dead.

“She wouldn't believe it if there isn't any evidence that he is."

"I would say that's quite a solid argument," Felix mused, rubbing his chin. "I wouldn't put it past her if she thought that her brother isn't gone yet. Though I believe that she wouldn't be stupid enough to retrace his footsteps."

"I doubt it.” Chester groaned out pinching the bridge of his nose before taking his butterbeer and drinking it. It already dropped to room temperature but it seems like he didn’t care. “One of the reasons why I asked you to Hogsmeade, besides letting off some steam, is that I wanted to ask you about a first-year named Merula Snide."

The familiar name got him straightening his back. What did she do this time? He hissed in his head, irritation seeping through his being. "And what's so interesting about her that you feel the need to ask?"

"She's taking every opportunity to get Jacob's sibling in trouble. She reported to me that Ms. Snide put Bulbadox powder in her cauldron causing it to explode and after being tricked she got trapped with Rowan Khanna, her friend, inside a closet with a Devil Snare."

“Does she have any evidence that Merula Snide did all these?” Felix guessed that she doesn’t have any but he believes her, Snide caused a lot of problems already at the start of the year by mentioning You-Know-Who carelessly and the urge to set her straight right now increases. Another one to taint the Slytherin name? Not on his watch.

Chester pursed his lips. “No.”

“Then that’s quite a bold accusation.” He stated calmly but Chester only shook his head. "She insisted that it was her, I'm not saying she isn't lying either because I was not there to see it for myself. I just ask of you to look out for any suspicious behavior regarding Ms. Snide. I already had enough headaches to last a lifetime." With a last deep sigh, Chester took his butterbeer and downed the whole thing.

Felix felt pity for him as he watches Chester empty the glass. His hair was messy, his eyes tired, and his mouth was shaped into a temporary frown. Merlin, he hoped one day to never end up looking like that.

                                                 End Year Five

Felix laughed at the irony of it all. He laughed through the pain. How dumb can you be? He asked himself, his own cruel tongue lashing at him, creating wounds that Episky can never heal.

There was a small figure standing not far from where he's sitting, it was a house elf holding a wet towel, looking at him with big eyes filled with worry. The creature didn't dare speak now, afraid of the consequences if he did.

Felix's laughter died down, slumping back against the sofa with a loud thump. Who knew that he would feel for her this way in the future? He was never really good at Divination even if he had good grades in the subject, he always thought that it was a load of bull anyway.

And what good would it do to see yourself years from now pining over a girl that would never want him the way he wanted her? Fuck that, he'll eat his own heart out first then hers. The thought made the corner of his mouth twitch.

Running his tongue over his lips, Felix asked himself what flavor does he think she would taste like. She would be sweet, no doubt.

When have you become so morbid?

"Master, Rico wishes to s-serve.” Stuttered the house elf, approaching the sofa with shaking legs. "M-Master is hurt."

Felix was unresponsive but moved his injured hand to the side. His arm plopped lazily on the armrest, palms open in invitation and Rico rushed to heal him and clean up the mess he made. 

The pain on his hand disappeared when the elf put his own palm over it and with a snap of his finger, the blood stain in the carpet disappeared, along with the broken glass.

"Rico brought Master a towel." Rico offered the wet towel but Felix decline by turning his head away to stare straight into the fire. "Leave me." He said voice hoarse and the elf, with sad eyes, quickly obliged.

                                                       Year Six

Fast heavy footsteps were echoing around the empty library and Felix felt the need to look up, so he did. It was Chester, with fire in his eyes and books tucked under his arm. Felix knew what this was all about and he mentally prepared himself.

The Ravenclaw prefect slammed his books down in front of him and thank Merlin the uptight librarian wasn't there to hear it or else she would have thrown a fit.

"Now, Chester, calm down-"

"No Felix, I'm done." Chester fumed, "I've had enough complaint from my house, from Jane, and from Angelica. You said you'll do something about it but I don't see any progress, it’s almost as if you’re letting them.”

Offended, Felix stood, his chair scraping the floor making a screeching sound. "I'm not responsible for the actions of others nor do I control it." He seethed, "But rest assured that I'm doing my best in order not to let them offend your sensitive ego."

Perhaps it wasn't the right words to say by the way Chester's face gradually becomes red. Felix took great pleasure knowing that he had hit a spot, though it was short-lived. Guilt made its way down the pit of his stomach and he wants to vomit an apology out but his pride wouldn’t let him so he swallowed.

Jaw tightening, Chester narrowed his eyes. "This isn’t about the damn house points, let Jane do the job of throwing heads. You're aware of what this is about, don't act coy.” He retorted, his hands balled into fists. “It’s about the bullying, quite obvious really since your house is fucking full of them!”

Felix gritted his teeth, "And what about Gryffindor? I don't see you both complaining to Angelica."

“It’s more likely that your house is the one who initiated it and this is different.”

“What makes you believe that?”

“Because a snake would do anything to save its own skin and you know damn well Slytherin contains a lot of fucking dickheads." It was quiet, both of them staring each other down. Felix can’t confirm or deny it. Though he expected much more from him than this. It was unfair, he didn’t want it to happen. It wasn’t his fucking fault.

The Slytherin prefect scowled at Chester, closing his book with a loud bang. "You have a thick skull Davies, and here I thought Ravenclaws are supposed to be wise." He picked his book up before walking away.

“This isn’t over Rosier, Slytherin will answer for Eliza Mckinnon’s broken leg!” Yelled Chester from behind him and a familiar "SHHHHHHHHHH-" from Madam Pince was heard throughout the library. 

                                                  End Year Six

Who knew Quidditch could ruin friendships? Felix stood up, taking off his black tuxedo jacket and throwing it on the sofa, then he ripped his grey tie off of his neck before throwing it into the fireplace. He hated that one anyway.

Felix wondered if Chester ever thought of him from time to time while unbuttoning his white dress shirt. He remembered his plan for revenge, how pathetic it was. It was filled with restraint and doubt that it was almost laughable. Felix had a feeling that there was more to it than that but the boy was too cowardly to proceed.

Chester never really was the type.

Sebastian Jaeger, the third year Slytherin beater, knocked Elizabeth Mckinnon, the Ravenclaw seeker, off her broom resulting on breaking her leg. Felix saw it all, he was in the front of one of the stands and could see Elizabeth’s leg bent in an odd angle, lying on her back with a pained expression. The blue of her uniform was a contrast to the color green of the Quidditch Pitch.

Up high he caught Sebastian laughing with his teammates, speaking enthusiastically as if he did the best thing ever known to man. A voice echoed in his head.

You taught them that.

YOU. TAUGHT. THEM. THAT.

Felix vowed to never share or teach if he knows the other would use it for nefarious purposes, especially for something like this. It was supposed to be all in good fun, a bit of a twist to the game. 

How wrong he was to believe that those boys would ever think differently and to even assume that they see eye to eye with him-

It made Felix's blood boil.

Mckinnon came out in the infirmary good as new with a nicely healed leg, another miracle made by Madam Pomfrey, and the next Slytherin vs Ravenclaw game was canceled due to the incident. No evidence or punishment was brought down on Jaeger.

Though one afternoon he was seen in the Courtyard, drenched head to toe from being pushed by an unknown force into the fountain. He was humiliated but other than that he came out fine.

Nobody knew who did it but they all guessed it was a Ravenclaw since he was tormenting a Ravenclaw student before getting pushed, and the fact that he almost did kill a student from said house made it even more apparent.

A pair of coffee colored eyes burned straight through the back of his head, sending silent curses his way before disappearing. Leaving him dread a pair of hands would wrap around his neck and choke him.

It never came but something else grasped Felix and he was familiar with it. Regret. Which is by far more worse than any physical blow in his book.

Chester was only one of the few people he knew he could easily call a friend. He was different from the rest, he was open, enthusiastic, and he never minded if Felix just distances himself at odd times. He understood.

That’s why he felt a little guilty when he imagined her there in the room with him, admiring his physique on the sofa where he previously sat. Eyes shining under the soft glow of the fireplace when he discarded his trousers.

He felt something stirring in his lower abdomen and he groaned. Dreams and fantasies are all he has, Felix doesn't want him to take that away from him too.

Pathetic.

Her smile was wide, inviting, almost innocent. Felix thought how cruel life is as he kicked the last remaining piece of clothing off of his body before making his way up to ready himself a bath.

For a thousand time, he replayed a recent memory. Something he just saw only days prior to his sorry state today.

Felix was walking, his cane hitting the ground on one cold cloudy afternoon, he just visited his mother who is still insisting that he marries before he reaches thirty. The woman looked as if he grew a second head when he brushed off the subject and told her that he might never do so.

He only wants one girl and he doesn't want any unwanted distractions from his work.

This doesn't mean that his mother would stop all of this nonsense, she can be very persistent. It's good that he grew up to tolerate it or he would have succumbed for her to leave him alone.

He apparated just outside the building of the Ministry of Magic. Jane, who would be up there somewhere, checking the clock and guessing if he would come or not. 

The Rosier family became a large benefactor to the Ministry since the tarnishing of their family name. It was to 'compensate' for his father's actions and the Ministry was more than happy to accept.

It's important to build a good reputation. His mother coldly stated after the funeral. So that we could have people on our side when the need arises. Granted, most of them are previous Death Eaters, but they're making their way up again and that's all that matters.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

He went up the stairs, taking his sweet time knowing that Court is getting anxious by the minute. Felix likes making her wait, maybe then she would begin to realize that she isn't the big fish in the pond.

The Ministry of Magic is a wide circle of powerful people who cruelly stomp on those that don't benefit them.

Ah, politics.

Felix looked around, head held high when one or two people glance at him one too many times. He was admiring the stunning pillars when he spotted the familiar shade of chestnut colored hair among the crowd.

It was Chester leaning down to give a girl a kiss, he almost didn't recognize him with that hideous full beard he has on. It didn't suit him at all.

He was wearing an ugly brown three-piece suit with a blue trench coat and Felix grimaced at his choices of clothes. He heard that he had become an Auror, specifically a private investigator, after Hogwarts and it was the most unsuitable job he could think of for him.

He had always imagined him to be the kind of man that will be filing papers behind the desk for the rest of his life. Like Jane. He thought, scrutinizing Chester's appearance once more.

He has his silver cane in one gloved hand. His black robes, despite being simple, stood out because of the patterns of snake scales that he couldn't help but admire. It was basic yet elegant and Felix didn't know why he felt the need to compare.

Felix was ready to leave, not wanting to watch anymore, he still has many things to discuss with Jane. Then as he about to do just that, he caught a glimpse of who Chester was with. 

His eyes gradually widened and the grip on his cane tightened, a sharp pain went straight to his chest and he just couldn't believe it.

It was the girl who had forgotten him. The girl he met years ago at his doorstep asking for a look at his family’s vast book collection for 'research'.

Sorry, I didn't mean to be a bother. Angelica told me you have all sorts of books. May I- may I come in and have a look?

She was wearing black trousers with a light blue fitted dress shirt. Her hair was shorter than he remembered, and her eyes were fixed on Chester's bearded face.

And she was blushing.

Chester took off his ugly trenchcoat to wrap it around her and they started walking away from where Felix stood, his hand never leaving her shoulder. They disappeared- no, apparated away so fast that Felix thought that it might have been just his imagination.

But when will he ever imagine Chester being with her so intimately like that?

Felix couldn't remember what Jane told him but he agreed to it, which is bad since he doesn't know what she asked of him and the woman can be devious when she wants to be.

Then he remembered Cole, if it wasn't for her he would not be in this predicament. He wouldn't have met her and that would have saved him a lot of trouble. Is it that horrible? To have the chance to know her? 

Thoughts of them together went back to the forefronts of his mind and it made his chest ache once again. When he reaches his luxurious bathroom, he closed the door behind him with a click.

One thing crossed his mind when he thought of Chester. The man who was leaning down to kiss the only person he seemed to endlessly want.

Felix doesn't envy him.

No.

Not at all.

[kovacissues]

There’s No Way I’m Falling (Dejan fic) Chapter 22

A/N: Guess who finally found some time in her life to write a new chapter! also there are links to the dresses in the story!

HERE you can find a link to the rest of my writing!

Chapter 22:  You mean queen

*Mimi’s POV*

“I swear to God, if this dress don’t fit I will scream” Mimi stated as she tried to get into her first dress. She didn’t have a good way to explain why she was scared of it not fitting, she was just frightened by the idea of none of the dresses fitting her.

“Shut up Mimi, the dress is already on and it looks amazing on you” Nadia told her, admiring her friend in the poofy dress.

Mimi turned around and looked at herself in the mirror, feeling tears flood her eyes at the sight of herself in the white dress. Today was the day, she would finally be Noémie Lovren, she would finally get the ring that showed her love for Dejan to the world.

“Oh my gosh! You look like a princess!” Elena screamed, looking at her stepmother absolutely beaming in her wedding dress, causing Mimi to turn to her and smile widely.

“I think you mean queen” Josip stated matter of factly, making Mimi laugh and kiss both of the kids on their head.

As she turned back to the mirror, the hair stylist put her veil and tiara onto her head and for once she actually felt like a bride. She couldn’t believe that Dejan actually would be her husband, that everything she had ever dreamed of was going to happen that day. Well, almost everything… her mom wouldn’t be there, and as much as she wanted to seem tough about it, it hurt like a bitch.

From she was a little girl she had dreamt of her wedding day. How her husband would be the most handsome guy on planet earth, check. How they would have adorable children in their wedding party, check. How her vows were specifically made for her relationship, check. How her dad would walk her down the aisle, check. And last but not least, how her mom would be there to dance with her after the dinner, not check.

She knew she had to shake off the horrible feeling in her chest, she knew her mom loved her. At least she hoped she did. This day wasn’t going to be tainted by her not showing up to show her support. Today was all about Mimi and Dejan, and Mimi had no plan in letting the detail of her mom not showing up spoil her fun.

The drive to the church was awful, she had never been more nervous in her entire life. She knew she was doing the right thing, but what if he said no!? what if someone protested the marriage? There was way too much going on in her head for her to feel calm about the car ride.

It didn’t exactly help that the kids were in the same car as her, and the twins had to be fed. It broke her heart so badly that she wasn’t the one who helped her two treasures out. Her dress was far too expensive and important to have baby food spilled on it. She could already imagine the media if she had entered her own wedding in a dress filled with whatever the children could spit on her, there would be an outcry.

Luckily, her father was in the car with her and fed both the babies the best he could. She had to pretend not to listen as they cried for mama, but God knew it took every fibre in her body to stop her from risking her wedding dress to help her two angels.

Josip and Elena, on the other hand, were extremely calm discussing their duties. By the time the car arrived at the church, they had agreed upon a good amount of petals to be thrown out with every throw, and the best angle for Josip to hold the pillow with the rings. All to make it seem like a fairytale wedding.

When the car finally stopped and they eventually got in to the hall of the church, they could hear the cue for them to enter. Mimi felt the nerves shifting like crazy when everything started, from being scared Dejan would stand her up she was now scared that one of the kids would fall and get hurt or something. One could say that mommy mood was definitely on, and it helped pretty little that as the door closed behind everyone awaiting her arrival, she could no longer supervise the kids and make sure they were safe.

Suddenly, she heard her own cue and felt her father locking his arm with hers. Now was the time, and if that guy doesn’t cry I will turn around and reenter, she thought to herself before taking a deep breath and starting to walk as the door opened.

It was so surreal; the church was packed with people but she somehow knew who every single one of them were. She scanned the crowd for the kids and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw them playing on the front bench, nothing too bad could have happened to them. After her mommy duties were done, her eyes met Dejan’s and they both started crying. He looked so beautiful that her heart melted.

The walk up to the altar felt like it took several hours, it was a painful process as she mostly just wanted to run up to him and scream I do. And judging on his look, he felt that way. She just couldn’t wait for this day to unfold.

When she finally reached him and her father symbolically gave her over to Dejan she felt her heart beat loudly in her chest. As their hands met she once again looked up at him, and saw his huge dorky smile as he looked down at her. “You look gorgeous, like a princess” he told her before they found their seats and waited for the priest to speak.

“Actually, Josip said I look like a queen” she replied, winking slightly at him, earning a grin from him.

They were both extremely giddy as the priest was talking about the sacred rite of marriage and all that. Almost so much so that they didn’t hear the priest’s cue for them to stand up and face him, reciting their vows to each other.

“Dejan, I promise to love you forever and ever no matter how annoying you might be. I will come to all your matches, including the ones that I don’t work at even if I am an Arsenal fan. If you want to spend your entire vacation in Croatia I will gladly comply. You are my everything, and I have no idea what I would do without you, because you changed my life for the better. The me without you just doesn’t make sense. Lastly I vow to always be a good mother to ALL your children, because I love them as my own. Ps. Don’t get injured, my lifestyle can’t handle you losing your job”

Mimi’s vows were well received from the guests, they even laughed at the places she had intended them to. But what’s better was that Dejan most definitely cried because of them, and that was a huge win for her because he had promised her some really interesting stuff that night if he cried.

“Noémie, first of I have to say DAMN all that money of mine that you spent in the US fits you very well! Jokes aside, you do look amazing, always. And I promise to love and honor you today and for the rest of my life. You gave me two beautiful children, and you support the other two as if they were your own that means the world to me. You have changed me for the better, and I could not thank yoi enough for giving me chance after chance. There could be no better fit for me than you, I love you to the moon and back, even more than I love Sime and Mo. Im forever yours”

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“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your wife” the priest said and they saved no time locking their lips. The second they parted, she could see the people cheering and Dejan doing his triumphant smile at them while showing her off like a new car. However, she couldn’t hear anything over the buzzing in her body. She was finally married to the love of her life, her entire life was perfect right there and then.

Now they only had to take more or less one million pictures, eat dinner, dance and party. She couldn’t wait for the surprises she had planned for Dejan, however she had a strong feeling he had planned some surprises on his own. Whatever happened, they at least would have a wonderful night that night, just the two of them and some kinky ideas.

[buckisthatyou]

A Little Too Late

Pairing : Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Word Count: 1736

Summary: you think by giving him his personal space might make you the best girlfriend but he might take it for granted

Warnings: angst, cheating

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Author notes : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THE FIRST FIC IM SO GLAD YOU GUYS ARE WILLINGLY SPENT YOUR PRECIOUS TIME FOR A SIMPLE FIC OF MINE!! THAT MEANS ALOT TO ME THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU 🙌🙌❤️❤️❤️ so here is a new fic from me. sorry for bad grammatical error :') hope you guys enjoy it and please dont mind to give me feedback :)

You and Bucky have been together for so long. The relationship is great until he started to befriend with another girl. He always comes back home late night saying that he got work to do. While the truth is he spends time with the girl.You think it is the right thing to let him does what he wants. Besides, as a girlfriend you want to give him his own personal space. 

But things get worse. You guys spend less and less time together. Him skipping dinner due to how late he comes back home. The lack of intimacy as he is rarely at home with you. Until one day you can’t take it anymore.

You are going to tell him about what you feel today or better you are going to show him what he missed for these past few weeks. As usual, Bucky get ready after shower to go out to God knows where with God knows who. 

“Buck baby” you call to him.Your legs slowly approaching him, the love of your life. He hums acknowledging your call.

 “Do you really have to go again tonight?” your hands snake around his broad chest from behind. Your head lays on his shoulder, taking a deep breathe of his aftershave smell. 

“I have to. You know that, y/n” he moves both of your hands away from his body. 

“You’re going to meet her, aren’t you?” you snap at him. “Buck, I am your girlfriend. Do you realize how you treat me these past few weeks? You neglect me. You are away to spend time with some other girl that is not me, your girlfriend. I don’t mind you to socialize. Hell, you can be friend with anyone on this earth but I want your attention. I want to spend time together as a couple and be happy like we used to.”

Hearing those words coming from your mouth cause anger to take over Bucky’s body. He yells at you. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Trying to control my life  and everything. Just because you are my girlfriend that doesn’t give you any rights to fucking control me. You are not that special” 

He pushes past you and stomps to the door. He slams the door before he is out. He leaves you and gets out from the house and all you can do is staring at the door. His words. Those things he says hurt you. "Am I really not that special to you Bucky?" you keep on saying that to yourself with tears streaming down your face.  

After hours of crying, you start to calm down. You want to fix this. You have to fix this. Bucky means the world to you.There is no way your relationship will be over because of stupid fight over stupid girls. So,you wait for him that night but he doesn't come home nor he does for the few days. You try to call him but it goes straight to his voicemail. Hey you’ve reached Bucky Barnes. I’m sorry but i’m busy. Call me later. You miss his voice and God knows how worried you are about him. You two have fights before but he always comes back to you. No matter how many days it takes for him to have some space he will always comes back home.

You know there’s only one place he will go to when he is not in the mood, it is his office. So, you go to the place. Hoping he’s there and doing fine but to your surprise he is super fine, spending time -laughing with the girl who is comfortably sitting on his lap. The moment his lips meet her you feel like the part of you are dying. The way their lips moving together in such a perfect way makes you want to puke. You just can’t believe it. After all these years he just decided to just let it go away. You never know he could do this to you. With every strength left in your body you walk to him 

“I figured we are over Buck.” You take out the ring he gave to you as a symbolic of being his world. 

The look on his face is shocked but it changes to serious face and he just nods. Part of you want him to get up and chase you, crying and begging you to forgive him. Part of you want him to say sorry and this is just a mistake. Part of you just want him to say that he will work this out. But you know it is over because he does not even flinched or sorry when you caught him. There is no look of guilt on his face when you return the ring back to him. It is over. You know it is over. There’s no need to fight and save this relationship. It is hard but you will do it anyway. You need to let him go.

After a few weeks of the break up you realize that you’re pregnant with his baby. You know it is impossible to tell him that you’re carrying his baby but then all your friends ask you to tell him “At least he knows about the baby” they say. You meet him up and you are feeling scared and anxious. You miss him.

 As soon as he arrives at the café, he still looks like the man you loved. The man who would hold your hand. The man who would hug you and protect you. He sits in front of you. 

“What do you want now? I thought we are over?” 

You could sense the annoyance in his voice.You heart breaks. He doesn’t sound like the man you knew for 5 years.

“I.. I’m pregnant Buck. It’s yours.” 

“This is bullshit. Are you just making this shit up so we could still be together? Are you crazy? Me and my girlfriend are happy and we are expecting our first baby too. So please fuck off. Stop making shit up.” He gets up and leaves. 

Furious written on his face. You see him leaving you. Again. He doesn’t even give you a chance to explain. You do not want to get back (actually you want too. you miss him and still love him). You just want to let him know that this baby is his and you want to keep it. You don’t expect him to say that you’re lying. You don’t understand why he acts like that ? what’s your fault ? Why he hates you ?

After a few years, you are coming back to pay some old friends a visit. They never mention his name though you know Bucky is still living in the city. The same city where you and him first met each other. The same city where you and him fell in love. Oh and the same city where you and him fall out of love too. There are too many memories and secrets of you that this city knows. Perhaps this sacred city knows the deepest secret of yours that you still couldn’t forget him. But then again how is that your fault? He is the father of your 5 year old son. On top of that, your son looks a lot like him. The smirk, the eyes, the lips, the brunette hair and the endless love for pancakes. Basically everything about your son reminds you of him. So someone please tell you again how could you forget a man named, James Buchanan Barnes.

That evening after you spend your day with your old friends you let your son play at the park. Somehow in the windy day the park is empty. But you don’t mind as it is pretty relaxing for you. You’re too busy reading to notice that there’s a man with your son. You run to them while hoping your son is fine and the man is not a creep. Though from afar it does look like everything is all  right as your child is happily patting what you assume the stranger’s dog. 

“James” you call your son.

Both of them turn to you and you swear to God that your heart stops when you realize who is the man the minute he lifts his head up. 

“Mommy!” your son, James runs to you. “This puppy is so cute! You gotta see it” your son tells you enthusiastically. 

You just nod and grab his small hand, “Yeah I bet it is but I think we should go home now. Playtime is over, baby. Come.” 

Just before you could go, Bucky stops you. “y/n.. I need to talk to you for a few minutes." 

You almost say no and walk away but his eyes are pleading and you give in. “Sure.” you say.

“He is a great kid though. You take a good care of him. I know you will be a great mother.“ Bucky starts the conversation while looking at your son who is too busy colouring the book you give him earlier while the dog is casually laying next to him. 

Bucky’s eyes focus back to you. “y/n, I know I was wrong. I hurted you. I am sorry for that. I am sorry for being the man I promised to you that I will never be. I am sorry for leaving you, raising the great sweet James alone. I am sorry y/n” 

He keeps telling you how sorry he is for leaving you but you just stay silent. You don’t know what to say. He also says that the girl is just using him for money. The baby isn’t his. Its belongs to other man. 

“Me and her broke up a month after you left.” He takes your hands. ” (y/n), if you could…., if we could…“ Before Bucky could even finish his sentence somebody walks to you while holding your son and kiss you on the cheek, 

“Missing me babe? I know I will find you here” The man smiles to you and Bucky before he casually introduces himself to Bucky, 

“I’m Alex, the fiance of this beautiful woman” 

You could see that Bucky’s face, it changes to disappointment, broken, sad? But nothing you could do about that. You have decided to start a new life the moment you know he is no longer yours to love.

[nate-the-ok]

Arm of Marco

A little fantasy setup. 10 pages. 

Chapter 1: The Sacred Stew

The bitter taste of one`s own mouth, early in the morning. This was what troubled Foro as he slowly opened his eyes, and brushed autumn leaves from his beard. His bones creaked, his muscles groaned, and his body slowly came to motion, like the first few drops of rain brushing over pine boughs.

           With his great hands, he grasped the two pine trees that stood next to the dried creek bed that he had fallen asleep in. He lifted himself up, and took stock of the land as birds and squirrels began to rustle around him, and climbing onto his kilt.

“Little ones…you seem fat and healthy…but my little brushswallows! What are you doing this far north? And at this time of year?” Foro jokingly scolded.

           For a giant, food was the first priority after having slept off a night of Oakwater Brew. Foro plodded down the old dried river as one would down a cobblestone street, his calloused feet crushing smaller stones under his stature. All down his path to the river, the squirrels, brushswallows, and even a few rabbits gave chase, seeking refuge under his benevolent might, and this giant`s natural inclination to protect the smallest of the worlds` creatures.

           “A fistful of leeks. Two dozen trout. A rather sizeable catfish. A fitting breakfast” he muttered to himself, bringing the horde back to his camp in his great sack, which hung from his back in a sling.

           All it took was one great, soft, blow from the giant`s lungs to rekindle the fire and begin the process of boiling the stew. For the most part, with the addition of a few cattails and a splash of Oakwater, the stew would cook itself in but an hour.

           Leaning back into another old oak, readying his pipe for a good toke of Softleaf, Foro stared back into the small cooking fire, and became half entranced by the flames, and half deep in thought. This was a common state of mind for the Lone Gifter, or such was the title the villagers in Glendale gave him. It was just, for he had much to think on.

             Foro was the name his mother had given him, back in the time when he had dwelled in Karthsa, the homeland of his kind. Karthsa was a small province of the Kingdom of Olsyr now, and the giant clans that stood against the King`s armies scattered to the wind, or forced into submission. That kingdom, if you could still call it that, is the largest in the world of Myrros(Such was the name men gave it). It is ruled by an old, bitter man, named Oslo, and his numerous debtors. The only way he paid those debts, was to raid, plunder, and tax the lands around him, which spawned many wars and many enemies. Those enemies included all remaining kingdoms of Myr.

           Yeunlun, or the men of wheat, were the most pious and generous people in the world Foro knew, which is why he chose to wander there. That kingdom bears the refugees of many a conflict, with vast lands both wild and tamed for all to live in relative complacency. The original inhabitants of Yeunlun are tall, blond folk, with soft voices tempered by the gentle sway of their language. Their craftsmanship is limited in the way of weapons and armor, but expansive in the realm of silken cloth and riverboats. They are ruled by a small cabal of sorceresses, who rarely ever openly emerge from their guarded palace, but are known to stealthily walk amoung the townsfolk and villagers, righting wrongs and healing the sick, gaining the respect of all who rest in the grassy hills and mossy forests of their lands. They are only diplomatic enemies of the kingdom of Olsyr, being too far away and divided by mountain fortresses of Dwarves to ever come into combat with their armies. The sorceresses despise King Oslo`s cruelty, and watch with great vigilance for his influence, throwing his emissaries back across the border with great bolts of fire and lightning.

           Drifting into slumber, the sweet smell of his pipe quieting his busy mind, Foro was suddenly awoken by the rapid steps of leather boots on the ground.

“Hmm…it is a Wednesday…Marco?” he asked aloud, setting his pipe upright on a rock next to the fire, and lifting himself to attention.

“None other!” yelled the young huntsman, leaping into the lap of Foro before he could rise, startling the poor giant, and causing him to laugh in surprise. Foro grabbed him, the six foot tall lad`s torso filling his rough hand, and setting him beside the fire on a log.

“Oh you know I hate it when you do that!” marco giggled with a hearty laugh, gathering himself with a sigh

“Good. ‘teach a young buck like you to sneak up on an old thing like me” Foro scoffed, getting up to stir the stew and put on the leggings that had dried from his fishing that morning.

           Foro had met Marco when he had just came from the war in Kartha, trying to settle into a patch of woodland behind Marco`s home. Marco was just a child then, and the villagers, despite being accepting of almost every foreigner, were suspicious of the giant, their kind not known to leave their craggy hills. It wasn`t until a warparty of centaurs, (a people long since befriended and allied to by Yeunlun since then) had raided the town that Foro earned his place. Marco`s parents were killed, along with a dozen or so others as the centaurs tried to take captives, but Foro came barreling in from the woods, brandishing a makeshift mace fashioned from a pine tree, hammering and slaying his way through the raiders, saving both young Marco and the town. Foro helped rebuild the town in the aftermath, even hunting and harvesting for the townsfolk, as most had been too badly injured or crippled to complete the work in time for winter. As the story of this noble giant spread across the wilder parts of the land, even reaching the ears of the sorceresses, Foro began to mentor Marco, and became like an uncle to him, as he became older. Nowadays, Marco hunts and traps for a living, and once a week, they meet to swap goods and stories. Foro was never fond of cities or larger towns (too many accidents could happen), but liked the cloths and metal wares Marco would bring him on occasion. Now though, urgent business, not just basic pleasantries, brought the young man to his good friend.

           “So, whatchya got in that old rock of yours?” Marco blurted out, whipping out his own pipe and bag.

“leeks. Fish. A bit of the strong drink. And in your bag? Whatchya got in that bag?” Foro replied, sarcastically enunciating what he observed to be a failure of his teaching Marco how to talk to his elders all those years ago

“well…I have some brass bits, coin, a big old knife you could probably use and um…a birdcage”

“for a hot meal and a bear hide ill take the knife. A bird cage?” Foro asked

“Im not one for words so ill just show you” Marco said, untying the bag, and pulling out the gold cage.

           Marco rose and placed the cage on the rock, unlatching the cage and bowing as he retreated, the little blackbird on the swing slowly hopping out. Foro was thoroughly confused, and he was about to ask Marco what all this was about, when, in a flurry of feathers and wind, the small bird exploded into a woman, enveloped in a dark red cloak, with long black hair flowing out of her hood. This was Verona. At one time, Foro too would have had cause to bow. But servitude is no longer his need.

           Back when he first arrived in the wilder woods, he was immediately confronted by a small lady dressed in yellow, an even smaller girl dressed in the red standing behind her. This was especially strange, as Foro had taken extra care not to take any roads, and did not even know he had crossed into their lands, for there were no such markings in the deep woods. He was simply asked about who he was, and what his business in the land would be, and sent on his way with a gentle reminder not to eat any townsfolk.

           Years later, the girl in red returned, slightly larger, just having attained much of her magical prowess. You see most people don`t know exactly how a sorceress comes to be, or where they even came from. They are simply benevolent rulers, who aide them in their times of need. The only reason they aren`t worshipped, is upon their explicit instruction not to. Foro however, was nine hundred years old, and while that`s only middle aged for a giant, that was long enough to hear rumors and witness happenings to piece together what he knew about the sorceresses of Nilasros. As far as he knew, or so the legend goes, when a beautiful young mother and father have a daughter, a sorceress visits them, stating her name and purpose. A poorer family might relinquish their daughter easily, as such a life would be a great honor to them, and a better existence for their daughter. A rich family, however, if beyond convincing, will have their child kidnapped, no matter how well they guard their daughter, a feather made of silver left in the crib in the morning. If the child is surrendered willingly, she is allowed to visit the parents from time to time. If the child must be kidnapped, the parents memories are destroyed, and they will forget, and deny, that they ever had a child to begin with.

           The thirteen year old Verona paid the giant a visit into the woods, after she had experienced what mages called, “evalatio”. You see, an individuals magical ability is almost always acquired through decades of training, but for the particularly talented, and always the sorceresses, upon turning thirteen, a young girl can become incredibly powerful, gaining all of her ability and talent at once. This is risky, however, as these children, magical or not, are known to throw tantrums at that age. As such, they are locked up in the palace and mentored until they acquire the pure as snow and hard as rock temperament of her peers. Verona was clever, not cruel, and such trappings were a trifle to her. So it was that they shared a bowl of a similar stew, and the giant told her stories of bears and boars. She would laugh, and tell the giant about spinning metal stairways, great monsters hidden in kitchen drawers, and other fantastic stories of palace life. While their meeting was brief, they formed a small bond based on mutual curiosity into each other`s lives, and before she was returned to the palace, the two agreed to keep a correspondence, as best they could. Foro could not write on such small pieces of paper, but he agreed to leave messages on boulders for spying birds to read. Those birds, in turn, would deliver messages to Verona.

           This correspondence remained comical for years. Foro took great delight in telling little jokes about drunken cows and confused porcupines, and she enjoyed telling stories about mischievous pairs of socks and pea sized dragons. As the years progressed, and her heart hardened, she began to ask Foro about the outside world. When tragedy struck in the wider world, he gave her all the information he could. Then, she demanded that he right some wrongs, and serve the people and the land that bore him. Foro obliged, unaware of her marbled heart, but soon, she became bitter, and Foro tried to joke with her, for old time`s sake. She rejected him, and he explained that he was sad for her, and that he wished her the best of luck in her studies. When she gained her independence, the first thing she did was visit him, and they had a serious quarrel.

           The old giant had grown an attachment to her as he did to every other small creature in the world, and was sad and angry with her for throwing away her heart and soul, what made her special and innocent in her youth. Verona couldn`t understand, and couldn`t care about the giant`s thoughts, and claimed that if Foro helped her, the two of them could protect the world and change the way Yeunlun was ruled.

           After the argument, they both sat quietly for a time, staring at their feet, when suddenly, Foro placed a few small rocks on a fallen log across from the two of them, and started to throw other stones, as a form of target practice. Verona zapped the first rock off the log, glancing over to Foro with a wink and a smile. Until the sunset, they threw rocks and casted spells, coming up with more creative ways to shoot rocks as time went on. Since then, they were casual friends, Foro finding a purpose in helping her with the occasional errand, and Verona realizing that she should never abandon happiness for work.

           This was the first time Foro had actually seen her since that evening, and he couldn’t help but let our a gleeful guffaw after the two shared a hard stare.

“You know eventually red is going to go out of style” Foro joked

“I`m pretty sure animal skins are a bit last millennium” Verona smirked, Marco was alarmed that the two knew each other

           Before she began, Foro raised his hand, and stopped her

“Now I know, little lady, that you must have pressing business…but surely it can wait, because the stew is almost done, and we have much to catch up on”

Verona was about to speak, but stopped, and considered, her urgent expression turning into a soft smile as she looked towards the campfire.

“oh fine you big oaf. I brought my own bowl this time” she giggled, pulling a small silver bowl from her cloak.

For a half hour or so, the three ladled stew into their bowls (Foro`s being a hollowed Maple trunk), munching and slurping with glee, as Marco and Verona became acquainted, and Foro learned of what had transpired since he had last been to a town.

           “Milady do forgive me…I have never even seen one of your kind. I feel unworthy just to sit across from you” Marco explained.

“Oh cut it out with the formalities. You and I are going to be spending plenty of time together, and I could do without the whole “shock and awe” attitude most people have towards me. Just call me Verona”

“Oh… very well then” Marco blinked in astonishment, smirking. This sorceress seemed most unlike the others, and he was quite fond of the thought of having her as a travelling companion

“And why should he get so acquainted” Foro asked, plunking his bowl to his side, tossing a handful of logs in the fire

“The same reason you should stop adding to the flame. We are all about to embark on a mission of utmost importance in service to the land you draw such bounty from” Verona retorted, standing, ready to articulate the task she involuntarily recruited them into. Foro leaned back, along with Marco, ready to attentively listen, as they prepared a fresh load of softleaf into their pipes.

Huffing in frustration with what she viewed as a backwards habit, she began her oration.

“ A few moons ago, the king and queen of Sirina were murdered, by a sorceress dressed in black.”

           The dark tidings alarmed Foro and Marco, the sunny and bright woodland almost turning dark at such news.

“a few days later, the kingdom of Olsyr invaded, and conquered the land without much resistance…and the new king of Olsyr, Ulther, raised his red banner above the palace.”

“A new king of Olsyr? Who is this man?” Foro asked, taking a troubled toke from his pipe. That even a giant could be so fearful, gave Marco no comfort.

While normally being annoyed at being interrupted, Verona gave her account of Ulther

“He is a young man, with a blond beard and long braids. He took the throne by challenge of combat from the old kings` son, slaying him with little mercy or dignity. His young blood craves destruction, and he has both the might of the worlds` greatest army, and…the power of the black sorceress at his side.”

“A black clad sorceress? Surely she cannot be from this kingdom” Marco piped up in disbelief

“Alas…she is a good friend of mine…who is deeply misguided by becoming “involved” with this man. Her name is Katia, and she was favored greately by my peers and teachers. Affection however, is the disease that has turned her mind, as it does us all”. Verona explained, nervously plodding the ground with her booted heel, clearly upset by recounting this tale.

“This is surely disastrous news, but little miss, how do the two of us figure into this?” Foro asked, not out of apathy, but out of befuddlement.

“well…I was going to lie to you and say that my associates ordered me to recruit you, and retrieve Katia. But the two of you deserve such honesty. The consensus among my peers was to stay, to fortify, to confront…and destroy Katia if she ever appeared in this land. I am the only one that believes she is still able to be redeemed, and I want the two of you to accompany me on this dangerous journey. I believe that if we can convince her to come back to the fold and abandon this madman, then we might still have a chance to survive his onslaught”

           Foro and Marco were slow to consider.

Marco was the first to speak

“So, as I understand it, you want us to walk across half the world, just so we can find your friend, and possibly convince her to come back, which only MIGHT prevent the destruction of  the kingdom?”

Verona became frustrated, and was about to retort when Foro smiled, and shrugged

“sounds like a pleasant adventure indeed”

Marco and Verona looked at him, puzzled

“I haven`t left this glade in over a decade. I haven’t even left these woods in two. I feel a strong need to go for a bit of a hike, to get a bit uncomfortable. I`m running out of stories to tell the badgers up the stream anyways” he joked, smirking and bringing his pipe up to his mouth

 Chapter 2- Stones and Boulders

           The three of them walked in a line abreast the road that led out of Yeunlun, and towards the mountains of the Dinmar, and the carved homes of the dwarves. Verona was clad in her cloak and boots, with only a small satchel of scrolls and food at her side (at the very least she had her hood down, confident that no one would notice her this far into the wild). Marco`s linen shirt and britches, covered by his own grey cloak and the straps of his bow quiver, were the hallmarks of his gear. He was never a wealthy person, and the hatchet he had strapped to his thigh was his only prized possession.

Foro, being a giant, carried most of the provisions they would need in a great pack he quickly fashioned out of elk hide and spruce saplings. He was quite the sight to see on the road, as not many giants could be seen, even in this land of refugees. At his side, each in their own individual leather wrappings, hung Foro`s secret. In the times before the coming of Olsyr, he was an apprentice to the shaman of his clan. Shamans were both feared and respected, even among the giants themselves, and are often the antagonists of many a children`s story in the lands around Karthsa. Giants were fearful enough on their own, but giants who could wield magic? Truly terrifying. Foro however, never was able to complete the training that took almost one hundred and fifty years to complete. He did however, gain many different skills that would prove useful on this journey. One of these little tricks were the clan stones that now hung on his side. Shamans would comb the hills around giant encampments for years, just to find a handful of rocks that would have the connection with the land adequate enough to become such powerful artifacts. Once they were imbued with the runes necessary, the use of these stones was simple. Simply smack them against a rock, or into each other, to produce a desired effect. Some spouted a bolt of fire. Others caused trees and grass to grow around them. Foro`s first and second stones had such effects, his last being that of wind, blowing a great gust in any direction he pleased. Powerful artifacts these were indeed, and many a foe the giant had slain with them. For this reason, they weighed heavily on the creature`s side.

“may I inquire as to our heading, little miss?” Foro asked, smiling as he did, quite pleased with the feeling of beginning a great walk.

“We make for the mountain hold of Din-Cher, where thane Holdir rules. His clan is strong and wealthy, and will provide for us the additional aide we might need…wouldn`t hurt to get some news on Ulther`s movements either” Verona explained

“The bearded little men were always a squirrely folk…never was able to get past the gates…pay good coin for fresh meat. Know a fair few hunters who make a good living selling to them” Marco piped up, shouldering his pack and cresting the hill.

“have you ever travelled past these mountains?” Verona asked

“Nope, can`t say I have. Always looked foreboding past those mountain passes”

“It is” Foro soberly said.

“Cold, rocky…sheep being the only thing to eat for miles. That is, until you get into Marxa.”

“The dead land!?” Marco exclaimed, alarmed that they were even going there

“It`s hardly dead…just quite unruly. Mostly bandits and ner do wells. People who would shed the comforts of home to not be found” Verona added, sarcastically mocking the boy`s ignorance, as if he weren`t her peer.

“But…the plague! The Plague that killed the fair king and queen, and killed and killed till not a fair face was left to be seen!” Marco repeated the nursery rhyme, and wholly objected to their travelling there.

“Aye, the plague is still there. But after forty years, it barely exists. Only deep in the darkest corners of its` old city could you catch it. Worry not little marco. We shall be safe, should we go there”. Foro had traveled there before, and actually found the little valley of a land to be quite pleasant.

“Set your eyes to the mountain ahead boys. Naught but a day and a half`s walk to the mountain. We will discuss what to do next there, and we may not even have to go through Marxa” Verona said, pointing to the off-colored peak in the range of mountains.

           Marco became noticeably nervous. He was eager to explore the world, but not a place like Marxa.

           As the trio approached the foot of the great mountain range, it did indeed grow colder. The became more bitter and crisp with every step towards the carven mountain. To Foro, it was most exhilarating. As they made camp in the last patch of trees before the mountain, Verona required some clarity.

“very well…we made good progress today. God I need to get these boots off”

“Likewise…hey giant! Do your feet EVER hurt?” Marco said, sitting beside Verona and unbuckling his straps, planting his hatchet in a patch of moss

Foro was shattering a dead spruce into firewood, and replied

“To be entirely honest…I don`t think Ive even felt my feet in a century. Ive done…a fair bit of walking in my time” He laughed, crouching down, sparking up a small cooking fire(small relative to him, that is)

“you know, I`m not even sure how many miles we walked” Marco wondered aloud,

“23 to be exact” Verona answered, confident as always

“Well, whatever distance it was, it seemed but a trifle with such pleasant company” Foro cajoled, setting a brace of potatoes and leeks into the stone bowl in the center of the fire.

Marco and Verona agreed, and began to lay out their own bedrolls, eager to have some of the giant`s famous stew.

As the stew boiled, and the night in the foothills set in, Verona and Marco were settling in, Verona telling Marco all about the wider world they would be travelling through

…”and the dragons, now those things are fascinating. They can be mischievous, sarcastic, and incredibly fierce. They keep to themselves though, nobody`s even seen one outside of their valley for almost a thousand years”

Marco listened with awe, for what he heard, and what he saw

Foro, pleased to add in a few comments here and there, was always short spoken. He was gleeful to have such companionship, and such a quest. No greater gift than a purpose could have been given to him.

Despite this, Foro began to notice another glow in the darkness besides the hot coals in the fire. He grew unsteady, and when he spotted a glint of an eye in the dark rocks just beyond the fire`s light, he hoisted a rock in his hand, and called out to Verona and Marco, who were deep in conversation.

“Something lurks in the darkness! Ready your weapons!” He bellowed

As foro ripped a log from the fire, throwing it in the direction of the eyes, Marco raised his bow, knocking an arrow

When the log landed, the beast was revealed. A great serpent, as long as Foro was tall, with grey scales and a huge, grinning mouth.

The sight startled Marco, his eyes widening with fear and his grip on his bow shaking. Verona raised her hands, a watery flow of light emanating from her wrists and ending past her fingertips.

For a tense moment, the serpent`s tounge flicked and slurped, calculating its next move as the travelers gawked in fear.

Foro could wait no longer, and he heaved the rock in his hands as hard as he could at the beast. This attack was dodged with ease, the creature slithering straight for the giant. It lunged, and bit down hard on the giant`s right leg, beginning to writhe and twist around him. Marco fired arrows as fast as he could, and despite the fact that he could pierce it`s hide, it did not seem to mind the pain at all.

“Hold it firm!” Verona shouted

Foro grabbed the snake with both hands , holding it taught as the teeth sank deeper into his leg.

Verona lifted her hands, the light in her hands waving rapidly, and surrounding Marco`s arrows that had planted in the creature. All of the sudden, the arrows were pushed through the creatures body, flying out the other side. The snake released its grip with a horrid cry, and slithered back into the darkness.

“Marco, another arrow!” she shouted again

Marco loosed another arrow, right between the beast`s glowing eyes. Verona`s magic forced the arrow through the air, and the creatures eyes glowed no more.

The morning came, quiet and soft, the bitter cold made moreso by the sight Marco awoke to. The beast`s rotting corpse lay astrune across a rock, which Foro sat against, nursing his wounded leg. Verona was hopping across the field of boulders, searching for something.

Marco set to boil water in the kettle, and was about to call out to Verona when Foro tossed a pile of meat his way.

“Snake strips. Sear`em. Season`em with salt. They`ll last us a bit” Foro grunted

“Ill get right on it…are you going to be alright?” He finally asked

Foro paused, lifting up the leather wrap and wincing when he looked at his leg.

“The thing was a Rockstrider. Aren`t supposed to even be here…the poison isn`t that bad to a giant. The two of you are lucky I was here, otherwise you would have surely been dead…all I can say is that my wound is infected, and I have…you know what you should probably look too. I need a moss that grows with blue flowers. As much as you can carry. It should be around where she`s looking. Go help her. Ill tend to the fire”

Marco rose to go rock hopping with Verona, who had already a fistful of the flowers in her left hand, and was bent over between two rocks foraging for more when Marco had made it over.

“How much of this stuff do you suppose a giant would need”? he joked, picking up a stray flower she had dropped

Humorless and groggy, she shoved what she had found in her belt and got up to

[corruptionofteller]

26. Secrets Unlocked

Jax fished in his front jeans pocket for his burner as he jogged down the concrete steps leading out of the San Joaquin Sheriff Department. Flipping it open his thumb swiftly punched in the numbers needed to get him one of the Prospects. Someone had to pick his ass up since his Harley was still sitting back at the lot. It was probably a good thing; he was in no mood to be driving. He’d have his Dyna punched down at a hundred miles an hour headed back to TM. The thoughts raced through his mind, recalling everything Jarry had just enlightened him with. He knew Scarlet had a dark past, they had touched briefly on it nights they spent lying in bed, just talking usually after a long, hard fuck. She wasn’t the kind of girl to just spill her entire life to someone, that was perfectly clear to him. But bits at a time he was pulling the real Scarlet to the surface, at least the one she had to been in the past.

“Itchy, bring the van and come pick my ass up. Pronto. I need to get back and now.” Jax relayed his demands only to get an ‘Okay boss’ on the other end of the line. He was silently thankful Itchy had answered back at the clubhouse, at least he was a potential for a full patch. The nickname was a bit off; Jax couldn’t help think the kid had fuckin’ crabs or some kinda STD shit the way the motherfucker always was scratching his junk. Really wasn’t his problem though as long as the fucker did what Jax needed.

Slapping the phone closed Jax slipped it back to the pocket it came from before reaching to his inner pocket for his smokes. It would be a wait before the Prospect arrived. Finding a vacant park bench just outside the station Jax took a seat and waited while he enjoyed his Marlboro. With each inhale the biker thought about the images he saw. The names Chris and Andy Avery now etched in his mind for future reference.

Kicking his feet out in front of himself Jax crossed his ankles and leaned back on the wooden bench, his arms resting on either side of the back of it. His cigarette pinched between his fingers, taking one drag at a time as he considered the discussion him and Scarlet were now going to have. He was sure the conversation was not going to be an easy one, especially when he had to tell her they now knew who had been the mastermind behind Otto’s murder. She would, without a doubt, go off the rails and Jax wasn’t taking that chance. Not with her carrying his baby.

Pulling back on the final drag of his smoke just as the vibration began in his denim pocket, he retrieved  it quickly. He was sure the boys had made their way to meet the Irish and with Chibs heading the meet he knew things should go over smooth. Once again flipping open his burner he placed it to his ear.

“Yeah?” Jax replied, not expecting to hear Chibs on the other end. The urgency in his voice made Jax sit up straighter, dropping his finished cigarette to the ground beneath his feet.

“Jackie..I.. ahh...we need ta meet at TM.” The Scot had a tone that wasn’t sitting well with the biker prez.

“What the hell? Shit go down with the Irish? Where the hell are you?” Pushing off the seat where he had been perched, Jax rose to his feet and began to pace.

“I’m wit’ Scarlet brotha. She’s okay jus’....she needs ta talk to ya.”

“What the fuck? What happened? Is she alright?” The pounding of Jax’s heart against his chest was now throbbing in his ears.

“She’s a’right, but she needs ya. That fuckin’ DA called ‘er in. Gave ‘er Otto’s remains fer her time. It was a setup Jackie…”

“WHAT?” The growl that followed he was sure rumbled in Chibs’ ear. Fuckin’ bitch calling Scarlet in while distracting him with the bullshit he had just been pulled in for. He turned his head, eyes narrowed on the window that lead straight to Althea Jarry’s office. A bullet right through, he thought, just one. “Get her to the fuckin’ clubhouse. NOW.”

“Jackie…” Chibs paused, almost as if he didn’t know how to relay the next part of his sentence. “Scarlet….committed murder, brotha. A guy..Chris Avery. Ye know dat name, Jackie?”

Suddenly Jax couldn’t breathe. The dismembered body he had earlier seen pictures of flashed in his mind. And the name. The name was on a constant loop in his brain and now he felt like he was fighting for air. How? He knew Scarlet was a wild one, knew she could handle her own shit but that? The way that fucker was mutilated it was hard for Jax to believe she was able to pull that kind of shit off. That was something he would do if needed but not his Scarlet. Grabbing the neck of his flannel shirt he tugged it forward, trying to somehow get some air into his lungs before answering his VP.

“Yeah, I know that name. Get her home. Now please.” His voice was diminished to a softened tone. All kinds of different scenarios now danced around in his fucked up mind. Why did Scarlet kill this fucker? Did she do it because of Otto? Had she known information about Otto’s killer that she kept to herself and didn’t tell him or the club? And most of all, did she perform this act when she was pregnant? The mere thought of her putting herself and the life she carried inside her in that kind of danger ground his gears. He was sure the more he thought about it the vein near his temple was pulsing in anger. Mixed emotions. That’s what he was experiencing in that moment. He wanted and needed to keep her and his baby safe but at the same time he wanted to yell and scream at her for being so stupid and not trusting him to help her.

As Jax closed his cell, the black van pulled up alongside of him with Itchy in the driver’s seat. Hopping in, he took a sideways glance at the Prospect.

“Get me back to TM. And fuckin’ fast.”

Scarlet

Scarlet was escorted inside with Chibs close to her side. There was a thickness to the air as he walked her to the sacred room. She felt the eyes of the club follow her as they normally did upon her entrance. It was clear something with the MC was going on and like numerous times before it had to do with Scarlet. The thoughts of all the reality shows that made their way on TV somehow now made sense to her, everyone wanted to know her every move. It became somewhat of an annoyance for her. To be so closely watched; had the feds watched her like the club did she would have been put to death long ago.

“Jackie is on ‘is way. Ya need ta tell ‘im ev’rything.” Chibs said as the tall black padded doors shut behind him. He pulled out a seat next to the head of the table for her to sit down. A soft sigh fell as she sat back in the seat looking down at her bump. “I don’t want to fight with him, he is going to come in here guns blazing and I am not ready.”

“Aye, ye let me deal wit’ ‘im. We will git this sorted an’ fixed” Chibs sat next to her, putting a strong arm around her shoulder, tugging her into his embrace.

They sat in silence in the room while one by one the other members filed in. Otto’s remains had been placed on the center of the table. Not a word was said as they took their seats, eyes on the box and not a clue of what kind of bombshell Scarlet was about to drop on the club.

Her hands stayed folded over her stomach while she waited to hear the church doors fly open. Normally she would be ready for a fight, normally she would be wanting it. Not today. Today she wanted no raised voices, no rude heartbreaking comments. All she wanted was to make it all go away and have some time alone with Otto but that wasn’t going to happen.

The room was deafening quiet as she watched as each member of SAMCRO eyes would find Otto and become emotionally filled. Sitting there was torture to her, the tears that fell were not for the lost of her father but the lost of the brother of the men before her. How would she sit there and tell them that a man they knew by far better than her was now a pile of ash due to her behavior?

She began to wonder what his last few moments had been like; was he told he was dying because his only daughter couldn’t walk away from the abuse without getting even? Could it have been a surprise to him? Did Otto die not knowing why it was happening to him? And finally how did Andy know she was related to him? Searching her brain she tried to figure out if maybe she had seen him but not register it was in fact Andy. His mugshot seemed like he had changed and she never spent a whole lot of time with her ex’s brother.

Clearly there were more questions then answers. Scarlet had always thought putting a name to the act would somehow heal her but all it had done was tear her open, filling her heart with more sadness.

She was brought back to reality when she felt more then one hand on her shoulders. She hadn’t realized the tears turned into boulders rolling freely down her cheeks. The club had gathered around her for support, the very same support she knew she didn’t deserve. She was about to tell them she was okay when the doors opened and Jax walked in clearly looking for her. His anger was evident until he took in the scene of his brothers gathered around Scarlet with Otto’s remains before them on the table.  

Jax

By the time Jax had arrived back at TM his blood was boiling. He found it hard to keep that shit contained, especially as of late. Slamming the van door after jumping out, he strode towards the clubhouse doors, his stride definitely relaying he was pissed.

“Jackson?” The sound of his mother’s voice combined with the heels of her boots on the pavement made his molars grind in the back. He had enough shit on his plate at the moment, he didn’t need her need to feel worshiped and loved today. Without even turning back he continued on his trek to the door.

“Jax!” Gemma once again called out from behind him.

“Jesus Christ. What?!” Jax snapped, his body turning to take in his mother now right behind him.

“What’s happened? Why was Chibs with Scarlet? Where were you? What the hell is going on?” Gemma’s questions were coming at him faster than bullets leaving one of the AK’s they purchased from the Irish.

“Mom, I ain’t got time to deal with your worry, right now I got more important shit goin’ on. Just stay out of it.” Turning back to the door, he knew anything he just said would go in one ear and out through the other.

Stomping through the hall leading to the room behind the closed padded doors, Jax clenched his teeth more as his arms swung, making his way to where he could only assume Scarlet was waiting. The problem was he was now at his boiling point after letting the information simmer all the way back to TM.

Pounding the door open Jax forced his way into church where he found his brothers gathered around Scarlet. He hadn’t even noticed the small, unmarked box placed in the middle of the reaper table. He had one thing on his mind. How she could do such a thing when she could have gotten herself and their unborn child killed? And now, if shit went sour, he could be planning on meeting his child for the first time with his ol’ lady behind fuckin’ bars.

“Get out!” The MC president snapped, meaning all the leather clad men. Everyone except Scarlet.

“Jackie…”

“GET OUT!” His temper now flared even more, his eyes narrowing in on Chibs as he stepped up in front of him to contain him if needed. Jax’s fists clenched turning his knuckles white.

Before Jax knew it, Chibs had grabbed his kutte by the opening and pushed his back against the wall, the rest of the members rushing to the scene unfolding. His blond hair fell into his face as he stared down his VP and his nostrils flared as he narrowed his now dark blue eyes across from him, his mouth curling in a snarl. Grabbing his left bicep, the Scot gave Jax no choice and pushed him back outside of the room. The last thing Jax heard was Scarlet’s soft whimpers of a cry.  

“Wha’ the feck is yer prob’em Jackie?! Tha’ woman in d’ere is cryin’ ‘er eyes out cause ‘er father is layin’ in a feckin’ cardboard box. An’ ya come in here like a raggin’ bull seein’ red ye feckin’ gobshite!” Chibs then clasped Jax’s face laced with coarse whiskers between his thumb and fingers, giving him no choice but to breathe and calm down before once again approaching the woman he apparently loved.

Jax pushed his brother’s hand from his face, exhaling a heavy breath as he pushed his straggly hair back from his face. Shrugging his shoulders to adjust his kutte he nodded his head towards Chibs, his expression now more calm and at ease. Patting his VP’s shoulder he brushed past him and re-entered the room where his ol’ lady sat waiting.

Scarlet

The moment Jax burst through the door Scarlet stood up with actual fear in her eyes. Chibs had caught the look she flashed over towards Jax and took charge of the situation. The room was echoed with Jax’s back slamming into the wall, making Scarlet step towards him, only to be pushed back and behind Tig who shook his head telling her to stay out of it. She watched in panic as the two vanished from the room. It wasn’t her intentions to create even deeper drama for anyone in the club. She only wanted Jax to hear her out and understand how much this is taking over her soul. The guilt from the information that was shot at her today was eating her alive.

“He is only mad because, like us, he doesn’t know what is going on. So sweetheart what /is/ going on?” Tig had turned to face Scarlet when the two left the room. Her eyes were fixed on the door, Chibs anger cracked through the opening of the door making her worried for the safety of both men.

“Scar...” Happy spoke up grabbing her hand to gain her attention. “How did you get Otto’s remains?”

“I.. the... I... I did this. Otto is in a cheap box because of me. I didn’t know you guys. I didn’t know that Andy would somehow find Otto.” She paused taking a deep breath. All the men seemed to step back horrified by her confession.

“Before I came here I was involved with a man named Chris. We dated for about 2 years. The first 3 months I thought we were falling in love. I thought I found..My prince. Then one night he got drunk and slapped me for dropping his glass and breaking it. After that for a year and nine months it was a nightmare. He was so much stronger than me, I didn’t have have anyone but him. Aedan had left for Ireland, I know you don’t know about him but he is a good friend of mine and David was in New York and dealing with a lot of shit for his club.”

The doors opened as a much calmer Jax walked in with Chibs falling behind. She continued even though she was afraid she would be seen in a light that would change her image to the club but most of all the feelings for Jax.

“I became more of a slave to him, cooking, cleaning, doing whatever he said to avoid a trip to the hospital. Then there was a night that Chris.. he brought some friends over. I knew from the start of the night it felt weird. There were no other females. It was a bit quiet to start. I knew it was different but I never thought....” She again paused, fighting back an endless supply of tears she seemed to be having today.

Her eyes dropped away from all the men staring at her. She had the room’s full, undivided attention. What she was about to say was something she had buried deep down inside. Her secret was locked away never to be visited again until today. “Chris called me into the livingroom. Had me sit on his lap and began saying how beautiful I was, the other agreeing. He started to kiss my neck and I went to stand, becoming uncomfortable. It pissed him off. I was thrown to the floor stripped, he um….he raped me in front of them and when he was done he spit at me and told them to have fun. They all took turns. I couldn’t look myself in the mirror for months. He wouldn’t look at me. He started to bring other girls home. One day I woke up and thought, this is not who I am. This is not the life I wanted. I was raped at 16 and I killed that man. Well, Aedan did most the work, I took my anger out then Aedan did the rest. Something snapped, I didn’t plan. I had gotten so mad. I went to his job and I was just going to break up with him. We argued and he dragged me home and I lost it. So yes it true, I murdered him. They found his body and somehow his brother must know because he had Otto killed. Imagine that? My whole life Otto was afraid he would bring me pain or this life would get me hurt and I was the one to hurt him.”

She covered her face, turning away from everyone. The guilt she held onto was evident everyone in the room felt her pain and not a single one could do anything to take it from her. No one even moved, no one even let out of breath as they stood there taking it all in.  

Jax

As Jax stepped back inside the room where Scarlet and the rest of the MC were gathered he heard her voice shaky and low and his eyes fixated on the woman he was falling madly in love with even if some of the shit she did pissed him off to no end. But as he stood there and listened to the words that spilled out of her, his heart was now falling to the pit of his own dark soul. His eyes scanned her flushed cheeks, watching as one by one the tears rolled down and fell from her chin and landed in her lap. Each word driving a knife deeper and deeper into Jax Teller’s heart and in that moment he knew just what a pompous asshole he truly was.

His steps carried him to Scarlet as she sat shaking in the leather chair that was usually filled by Chibs, the one man that had thankfully brought her back where she was safe and where she belonged. Her hands clasped together laid precisely in her lap as she replayed her story to the brothers. How could he have been such a jerk, barging in like a fuckin’ animal when all he had was assumptions? He sucked his lower lip into his mouth when the mention of what her ex did to her, allowing other men to do the unthinkable to the woman he now loved.

The palm of his hand smashed down on the carved mahogany table to release some of the anger he was feeling, causing Scarlet to jump as he dropped to one knee in front of her. His head bowed as she continued, not willing to let her see the emotion that was now consuming his expression. The tears welled behind his lids as he took her smaller, dainty hands in his and pressed the back of them to his face, just needing to in some way relay to her that she would never endure that again. Not ever. He’d spend his last breath making sure of that fact. He pressed multiple kisses to the back of her soft hands, the ones that were tainted with blood just as his were. He didn’t want that kind of life for her. Not anymore. That was his job, not hers. To protect her and never let her feel hurt again. Placing her hands back in her lap he reached out, resting each of her palms on her belly where their unborn child was growing. Finally he allowed himself to look up into her swollen, tear filled eyes.

As their eyes met, the rest of the MC began to exit the room, each one showing Scarlet a small, yet significant sign of affection, whether a squeeze to her shoulder or a kiss to the top of her dark hair. She was quickly making her mark in the life they knew as the queen to their king. As the double doors fell closed Jax reached up and brushed the back of his knuckles against her warm cheek. In a low, husky voice the silence was finally broke as Jax told Scarlet something very important.

“Baby, we will figure it out. Your old man loved you and this isn’t your fault. It’s not. And I’ll be damned if you are going to let yourself think otherwise. Your old man is damn proud of you, how could he not be? He’d never blame you for this shit ever.” Raising to his feet, her hands back in his he guided her to her own feet. He allowed his body to wrap her up in a tight hug, flattening his palm to the middle of her back as she molded against his chest, and what he could only assume to be soft sobs against his flannel.

“I love you Scarlet.’ Jax held her tighter, whispering softly and tenderly in her ear. His eyes finally averted to the center of the carved table, taking in his first glance of the box resting in the center. Silently in his head he made a vow to Scarlet’s old man and his former MC brother.

‘We’ll get them, brotha. We’ll make them pay.’