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phoenixyfriend · 3 years ago

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Okay so @willowcrowned and I came up with names and places and personalities for the Aniclones in the Skysisters AU. Behold! Some nerds! But first, some worldbuilding background.

Shmi is still alive and Anakin INSISTS she has to meet The Skysisters. Being a very capable and cool headed lady she reacts as well as anyone could. New daughters! Anakin's always been a little strange, she's not THAT surprised. Up until the point they meet Shmi they're hesitant to use the last name Skywalker because it’s not theirs just the person’s they got their DNA from (for all that Anakin already adores them). And then Shmi adopts them! And suddenly there’s almost thirty new Skywalkers running around.

Every Skysister has one mom (Shmi), one dad (Obi-Wan), and then one ADDITIONAL parent that is their Jedi (or Senate) supervisor.

The Aniclones definitely pick up on how much Anakin likes Hugs and so they always perk up and sprint to throw themselves at him when they see each other.

Ahsoka insists on hugging Anakin more because That's HER Master, So There.

Willow: I’m cackling at Palpatine’s plan to make Anakin super angry and distrustful backfire and have him end up getting all the physical affection he needs.

Please imagine Anakin doing his Vader-esque "I'm the baddest bitch here" stalk, and a bunch of the Aniclones trying to copy him in a little horde right behind so they can look cool too.

Robin: assigned to Yoda, named by Willow - Like Robin Hood but more importantly because they caught her robbin the kitchens - My own contribution here was 'also like Dick&Steph DC Robins'

Addie: assigned to Obi-Wan, named by Willow - Initially, we joked that, given just who Anakin and Obi-Wan are, and what ANY person who is around them, let alone someone who wants to impress them, is like… Anakin and Obi-Wan’s Aniclone might be called Risk. - But, here's for the actual name. Obi-Wan calls her "Little One" so often (because she doesn't have a name! And also she's still shorter than anyone else on board) that she almost just goes by that but Cody steers her into one-word territory. - She asks Cody for ideas and he’s like. Idk a lot of us clones named ourselves in Mando’a so she starts asking for Mando’a suggestions - Cody is like.. ad’ika means little one. Ika is a diminutive. And Obi-Wan speaks Mando’a. So she goes by Addie. - Because she does what Cody did and take a Mando’a word and make it more basic-y. - ... Addie and Ani. (Ahsoka continues to be jealous) - SHE CAN'T DO A SHORTER TWO-SYLLABLE NICKNAME STARTING WITH AN A AND ENDING IN AN I SOUND. - Ahsoka just finding any number of reasons to Dislike This Girl (because a Jedi doesn't hate). - God all of the girls have Curls but I think the Disaster lineage is the only Jedi lineage that did padawan cuts and that means Addie is the ONLY sister that hold on Obi-Wan definitely misinterprets the name as being in honor of Adi Gallia. In an "I just think she's neat and I Want To Be Just Like Her When I Grow Up" kind of way - Addie: I am naming myself for the two men who have shown me the most support in my life that I’ve ever gotten from a non-sister. This is obvious to everyone Obi-Wan: oh, she has a crush on Adi :) - Adi Gallia is a very political Jedi! He can totally teach Little Addie how to do politics! Cody just sighing in the background. Addie: oh boy my dad is bonding with me :) - They're getting there! They got a little lost but they're getting there! - Cody is like wow you two are stupid. No I haven’t talked about my feelings with Obi-Wan. What feelings are you talking about. - Fellas, is it gay to coparent a female clone of the man you’re in love with’s son? Every clone but Cody: yes - ANYWAY if Addie gets the padawan cut she looks STARTLINGLY like teenage Anakin in a way the sisters usually don't. Obi-Wan may or may not have a SLIGHT breakdown when he sees. - Obi-Wan keeps doing double-takes like This May Have Been A Mistake. WHAT YEAR IS IT. - He keeps being surprised when he looks in the mirror and doesn’t find a mullet. - Everyone's a little disappointed in the padawan cut because they wanted to braid her hair

Teddie: assigned to Plo, named by me - because they went to a planet that had teddy bears and she loved one so much that the Fett clones were joking about it, and she was like "Actually--" - Willow: I was gonna suggest Kit, like a shortening of kitten or like a fox kit (which I think is a thing) because she’s Plo’s kid but has claws but that is AWESOME I love Teddie.

Mauve: assigned to Mace, named by me - She thinks very hard on her name and decides that, in honor of her new Master's most well-known skills, she names herself Mauve. - Because. Purple saber. - Runner up for this clones was Willow's suggestion of "Maisie" like Mace. But not AS obvious. - Depa doesn't get an aniclone because everyone kind of Feels that she's got a padawan 'waiting in the wings' so to speak.

Belle: assigned to the Coruscant Guard, named by Willow - She spends a lot of time hanging out with Padme (she and the other CG Aniclones asked Anakin and Obi-Wan for advice on which senators would be the best to go to about things), and as a result gets dressed up in handmaiden outfits regularly, and so... she gets Prettied Up, and thus Belle. - Belle imprinted on the Corrie Guard clones early and, as a result, Doesn't Actually Like Palpatine Very Much, which is very inconvenient for Anakin's evil granddad. - She’s a lot subtler than Anakin though, because she spends so much time around Padmé, who may or may not be subtly putting her through some of the same training her handmaidens did. - Sneaky Gorl

Aimée: assigned to Quinlan, named by Willow - Like ‘beloved’ in that she’s a flirt but also in that her family loves her. So it’s kind of a joke but also a ‘we love you’ thing. - My other thought was that quin’s aniclone could be ridiculously good as a sharpshooter/assassin so if she were named Aimée her name could get shortened to ‘ames’ a lot. Like aims. - QUINLAN AND PADME ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE SNEAKIEST SKYSISTERS - She’s a slut. Not for real but in a sneaky way. Just enough to get them in bed, knock them out, and steal their shit. (Well, not immediately. They're initially like mid-teens when the Jedi get them. But a few years in, she flirty.) - Anakin comes back and is like what are you wearing. Aimée: it’s a corset. cute, right? Belle helped me pick it out Quinlan, proudly: She flirts more than Obi-Wan! - She is so excited to go on Cool Undercover Missions with Quinlan

Henrietta "Hen": assigned to Kit Fisto, named by me - She's the one who kidnapped Boba - She got her name because she's a Mother Hen to Boba despite being barely bigger than he is. - The sisters are all shorter than Anakin since he went on T early enough for it to affect his height

Ducky: assigned to Aayla, named by me - She follows Bly around like a duckling

Ginger: assigned to Bant, named by me - Healer Aniclone is with Bant, names herself Ginger because she thought the pink sushi ginger looked a bit like Bant's coloration. She doesn't explain this to anyone, but it's her way of tying herself to New Mom. - The three more-or-less-permanently-on-Coruscant Aniclones are encouraged to have separate rooms to prevent the hivemind situation from reestablishing itself, but they still visit each other whenever they can and Gossip About Crushes. - Belle and Harpy are VERY protective of the CG Fetts. They are small but mighty and they aren't as well-known so most civilians just assume they're just regular Jedi Padawans. Ginger wants all the Senate Gossip whenever they meet up, too. - I want Ginger working on the Advanced Aging thing in her spare time. For her sisters AND the Fett boys.

Talas: assigned to Shaak, named by me - Talas is Serbian for "wave" - And like... Kamino. Ocean planet. - First instinct was to name her "Homebound" or something but I figured I could have some fun - I've decided that Talas is friends with Omega and ends up kinda sciencey and ends up needing glasses.

Stella: assigned to Saesee Tiin, named by Willow - Obviously all the Aniclones can pilot well but there’s gotta be at least one that’s REALLY good with starships.

Fritz: assigned to Feemor, named by Willow - Feemor runs a search-and-rescue legion, he's very overwhelmed by this hypercompetent, hyperactive child - She flies better than him and nobody even teases him about it because Maybe It's Just A Skywalker Thing - She's named Fritz because she’s like. Always on the move and starts getting jumpy and jolty when she has to stay still too long. - Anakin's ADHD just got passed along to all his little sisters. Poor girls.

Be’kebii’tra Kemir "Kebi": assigned (accidentally) to Satine, named by Willow - One of them gets lost on a mission (read: the engine conked out in the middle of hyperspace) and sort of. Ends up. On Mandalore. - Satine has this very battle-capable teenager in her pacifist city, and this girl is claiming her father is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Satine has some calls to make, because sure Obi-Wan wasn't obligated to stay true to her, but she'd have thought he would have at least told her about kids he had! She told him when she took in Korkie from her cousins! He told her about Anakin! Where did this daughter come from?! - Willow worked out that she tries to call herself ‘Skywalker’ in Mando’a, and totally messes it up. She says sky’s walk, which is be’kebii’tra kemir, but everyone just starts calling her be’keb or something. Or Kebi? Kebi is cute. - They call her 'Kebi' from blue sky - kebii'tra. - I went all in on that because Kebi is adorable, but also it sounds like it's short for Kenobi so there's a lot going on with other people arguing that she does not pick up on. - Anakin and Obi-Wan and Satine are all having a hissed argument about whose child this is and whether she knowingly named herself after him, and Kebi is just like. Playing chess with Korkie and Ahsoka and Addie.

Jinn: AWOL, named by me - One of the sisters calling up Anakin like Hey how did you know you weren't a girl. "I'm a sister, but I don't think I'm a girl. I don't think I'm a boy either, though. How..." - Anakin, who between the ages of fourteen and sixteen compiled a list of 160 pronouns and the gender identities they tended to be associated with: well you SEE - Anakin socially transitioned pretty young, and started T a few years later, but he definitely had a few instances of "am I definitely a dude or somewhere else on the transitional rainbow?" - The nb sister gets REALLY into the whole anti-slavery "kill all the Hutts" thing after meeting Shmi. Like. Has to be kept from sneaking off for extrajudicial justice. - They pick the name "Jinn" in honor of The Dude Who Freed Our Older Brother (And Thus Made It Possible For Us To Even Exist) - Obviously we’ve been picking a lot of nongendered names anyways, but Jinn feels extra Gender, you know? - Obi-Wan has a fucking aneurysm when he hears that an aniclone named themself after Qui-Gon. - They run off after a few months with their Jedi supervisor. - They’re gonna explore the galaxy! Fight injustices! There’s a solid month where they’re working at a diner but it’s all part of the struggle! Gotta get money to fight the power somewhere. - They grab Kebi on the way like "You wanna fuck shit up? Let's fuck shit up." - Kebi might grab Korkie in turn. Like. Ahsoka is an honorary sister-of-Anakin (not that she knows the Skysisters consider her such), but Korkie is an honorary child-of-Obi-Wan (and possibly literal; Kebi still hasn't gotten confirmation on that). - Korkie: I have homework. Jinn: NO TIME FOR HOMEWORK WHEN WE’RE FREEING SLAVES. Korkie: But—homework. - "Korkie, help these recently-freed slaves fix up their government!" "But--" "It could be your final project! Think of the extra credit!"

Digit: assigned to Ki-Adi Mundi, named by me - She goes with Ki-Adi Mundi and ends up really computer-savvy and math-y, because the whole binary brains thing means that Master Mundi ended up heavily logistics-oriented and being good at computers was the best way to support that, and she decides her name is Digit.

Haunter and Slinky: assigned to Tiplar and Tiplee, named by me - Aniclones enjoy the vents and so one of them gets called a "haunting little fuck" by the Fett clones and decides her name is Haunter now - Tiplar and Tiplee are two jedi masters so they should have two Aniclones and the second one is named Slinky, because Haunter fucks around in the vents, and Slinky slinks around like a big cat, and they both scare the shit out of people by popping up where they're least expected.

Pixie: assigned to Siri Tachi, named by me - I want one of the Aniclones to get really into like... Monster High/Ever After High type of fashion? And then she names herself Pixie. It's like a fairy, but spikier! - Big Poofy Skirts that are a little too short to be Lolita style - "Pixie you can't fight in five inch heels." "WATCH ME" - She wears the heels for THE AESTHETIC but also because she ended up just a liiiiiittle shorter than the other sisters and insists that she has to make up for it somehow.

Lyra: assigned to Eeth Koth, named by Willow - One of the Aniclones does karaoke one time and gets REALLY into it and singing. - Eventually she wants to get into actual instruments but while there’s a war on she can’t exactly tote a violin around in case it gets destroyed so instead she forms a singing group with some of the Fett clones, and because I think the Fett clones would have their own bastardized versions of drinking songs and such taught to them by their teachers on kamino and then passed down by other brothers, she would start like… idk writing the music down? The lyrics? - I was thinking maybe Aria or Cadence? - Maybe Lyra

Lamb: assigned to Stass Allie, named by me - Stass Allie is a healer, so we have multiple healer clones! - Willow suggested she was the one who became a sheep farmer and I couldn't help myself. - Her name is Lamb. She’s Lamb because she’s young and innocent despite it all and she’s Lamb because she. Likes lambs. - She sees war and blood and battle (unlike Ginger with Bant, who is mostly temple bound) and decides she wants to leave it all behind. - Lamb discovers the chips because she's a baby healer BUT she's also a clone and she Gets how clone stuff works so she spends a lot of time healing clones against Kamino rules about Jedi healing clones for IP reasons because Lamb is also a Kamino IP, and after she's fixed up enough head injuries... - The first time she steps foot on a green planet she sees a lamb and it’s like she’s being born for the first time. - Animal trio: Lamb, Hen, Ducky - There’s Teddie too, though that doesn’t quite fit. - Lamb finds the chips, Ginger solves the aging.

Rocker: assigned to Adi Gallia, designed by Willow, named by me - Willow: I have no idea why but I have this vivid image of her with an Aniclone who’s shaved half her head and has died all her hair violet but like. I don’t know why. - I suggested Rocker based on the above. - She has a rock collection. It started as a joke when Adi’s CC gave her a rock he picked up after a battle and then it snowballed.

Nightshade: assigned to Oppo Rancisis, named by Willow - Oppo gets the Strategy Skysister - She’s devious and smart and maybe a little bit cruel but he helps work that out. - Picks "Nightshade" because she’s subtle and deadly and also has a wicked flair for the dramatic. - Runner-up name: Harriet

B.A.U.L.: Even Piell, named by both - Even passes along his sense of humor to his skysister - Baul, rhymes with Maul. Do not know why but I like the idea of her picking it and then Maul comes BACK. - It's an acronym that was an inside joke that’s a reference to something that happened on Kamino - Though what would be extra funny is if, like, even Baul couldn’t remember what the acronym was for, so now it’s just Her Name and everyone thinks she’s being deliberately vague and cagey about it but the truth is that that’s just Her Name now. - At some point she tells people it's for Bad-Ass Un-Leashed.

Harpy: assigned to the Coruscant Guard, named by me - One of the Aniclones decides her favorite non-family person is Bail Organa and whenever she's on Coruscant she just follows him around. - Bail has no idea what he did to make this girl invested in him (Obi-Wan said he was cool, that's it), but he can. Like. Teach her politics or something. She can be a sounding board for phrasing things. Teenagers-that-are-actually-eight can do that, right? - I think it would be very funny if she wanted to be Subtly Connected to him and went: Organa -> Organ -> Piano ->Harpsichord -> Harpy So her name is Harpy and nobody knows it's about Bail.

Krayt: assigned to A'Sharad Hett, named by me - I want to give one to A'Sharad Hett purely on the basis of "Anakin doesn't have Tusken-hate in this AU, and Tatooine is still Not The Absolute Worst because Mom Lives There, so maybe the other Tatooine Jedi can help." - She names herself Krayt because... A'Sharad Hett.

Pestilence "Pest" "Tilly": assigned to the Coruscant Guard, named by me - Pestilence, alternately goes by Tilly or, if she's being a brat and ruining Anakin's dates with Padme, Pest - I also want at least one Aniclone to catch Ventress's attention in a "I claim you as a little sister" way and they're just like "uhhhhh no I'm a Jedi" but Ventress does not care, she has found herself a little sister and she is KEEPING the little sister, since the little sister bites. - Palpatine was hoping that if he had multiple Aniclones to influence, he'd have more luck, and argued as Chancellor that they needed more Jedi clones on Coruscant than fighting the war. - There’s also the element where the aniclones are extremely dangerous and completely untested, so they should be under a powerful Jedi’s supervision. You only have so many High Council or potential high council members actually fighting. - So you chuck the rest of the Aniclones where there are enough Jedi around you don’t need a powerful one keeping watch all the time.

Fern: assigned to Pong Krell, named by Willow - This one's getting different formatting because it's like... an entire plot. Most of this was written by Willow. Warnings for systematic physical and mental abuse of a minor by her legal guardian.

Okay here’s the thing. If we don’t want everything to work out perfectly we could give an Aniclone to Krell… but not have it be one that gets reassigned. Like, that’s angsty as fuck.

Presumably Krell keeps putting the Aniclone in situations meant to get her killed, just like he tends to do with other clones. And she… doesn’t question it.

WAIT THAT MAKES HER SHMI VISIT SO MUCH BETTERWORSE

Presuming the Shmi visit happens sometime during the war and not right after Geonosis.

Like she’s already drawing away from her sisters—and her sisters are drawing away too! They’re all developing new identities! But it’s different for her.

phoenixyfriend: I was going with "sometime right after Anakin's already on Tatooine with Ahsoka for the Rotta thing."

That works perfectly, too far before the Krell thing comes to head for anything to be obvious to anyone.

And Krell’s Aniclone—who hasn’t named herself by the time she meets Shmi, even though the rest of them have (because, as Krell says, she’s just a clone. She doesn’t need a name)—is just. Incapable of communicating what’s going on.

Because Krell’s stuff lines up exactly with what the Kaminoans taught them, so she just accepts it, and when she’s talking to a sister and it comes up… well, maybe she’s just not gotten over all the Kamino stuff.

She shows up at Shmi’s with the other sisters and takes off her shirt to change and she’s COVERED in scars.

And the sisters are like: you need to be more careful, your Jedi wouldn’t want you getting hurt, and Krell’s Aniclone is just. Sitting there dully nodding along because of course Krell wouldn’t want her getting too hurt to fight. That’s why she’s still alive.

Okay Shmi probably picks up at least a Little on what’s going on, and tells Anakin to keep an eye on her, but Krell’s Aniclone is just. Very cold and polite to him. She doesn’t call him sir because he told her not to, but that’s her general mien when it comes to him... because she thinks he knows.

phoenixyfriend: I want Anakin to piece together what's going on and accidentally showcase his many problems by attempting to murder Krell on sight the next time they see each other, but like without actually explaining anything to anyone.

It happens in a room with other Jedi too, like the Jedi entrance hall.

Krell’s Aniclone is standing by the door and she lifts her hand up enough for him to see lightsaber burns and oh that’s weird he didn’t think she and Krell had faced any Sith recen—

Lightsaber out and at Krell’s throat

Snarling ‘What have you done to her.’

But she DEFENDS Krell.

She fights Anakin off and obviously he would beat her, because he’s Really Good At Laser Swords, but he can’t actually even try to hurt her.

phoenixyfriend: After everything is over I want her crying while Anakin hugs her and has her wrapped up in his cloak. Maybe she joins Lamb after the war.

And she’s like “You’ve crossed a line, General” and it’s so strange for her to call him that because all the other Aniclones call him Ani or Anakin or some insulting but friendly insult

Ooooo, yeah I bet she spends some time with Lamb

phoenixyfriend: ANAKIN COMPARES HER DEFENDING KRELL TO HOW HE TRIED TO FORGIVE WATTO FOR BEING LESS AWFUL THAN HE COULD HAVE BEEN.

Anakin snarls to look at the burns on her arms (because those are some serious scars, not just training saber level but worse, and ones that have been reopened so much that they’re just messy tears in the skin).

Oh but she’s TERRIFIED when all the Jedi close in around her.

Later she tries to defend Krell in front of the council and says something like ‘He didn’t even hurt me as much as he could have’ but she says it the EXACT same way Anakin says that stuff about Watto and something Clicks and suddenly he understands the way Obi-Wan used to look when Anakin would say those things, like he was sick and furious and tired all at once.

While the altercation is happening and the Jedi are turning their attention towards her she’s TERRIFIED she’s going to get in trouble

phoenixyfriend: Ginger hustles her off because she needs a SISTER right now and Ginger's the one in residence and the Jedi need to deal with Krell WITHOUT his Aniclone getting in the way. Ginger uses the Aniclone brain radio to summon all sisters on the planet to come Support The Sad One.

But Krell’s Aniclone shouts while she’s being forced out of the room that it’s not his fault, it’s hers, and Krell just gives her this look like yes, it is all her fault.

phoenixyfriend: Aniclone needs help but also this incident results in Anakin having a breakdown of his own on Obi-Wan in their rooms while Ahsoka and Addie look on in concern? And then Addie runs off to join The Sisters.

I think—and this is just a maybe, but hear me out—that maybe after the war Krell’s gets really into exploring? Like she heads out to the outer rim to land on planets and travel and then later goes into wild space to explore even further and I was thinking that maybe she’s just going by the letter that starts her designation (R, or something) until she lands on a planet and it’s beautiful and there’s a funny little plant under a tree in the tiny spaceport she’s landed in and she asks someone what it is and names herself after that plant

Honestly I didn’t have a specific name in mind, but now I’m thinking Fern.

It was more the idea of the sisters naming themselves because their lives changed and they felt like they’d grown beyond who they were on Kamino and this is the first time Krell’s feels like she’s actually beginning a new life

phoenixyfriend: Ooooh what if after the Krell thing comes to light, Harpy or Belle volunteers to give up her spot with the CG so Fern has somewhere safer to be, except everyone has Bad Vibes About leaving her near Palps. Oh, to avoid the Palpatine situation, Fern gets assigned to Vokara or Jocasta? And that way Ginger gets to keep an eye on her and donate all the cuddles and point her to help out in the creche.

I love the idea of Fern with Jocasta. The archives are quiet and cool and full of light and nothing like the warships. She reads and she organizes and she looks at pictures of other worlds.

#Anakin Skywalker #Shmi Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #clone wars #star wars #the clone wars #cloning #Phoenix Posts #Skysisters AU #I have mental visuals for most of them #you just KNOW that Pixie has a pixie cut

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years ago

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Just Right (1)

Part 2

Pairing: Angel Reyes x black!plussized!reader

Summary: If you’ve seen Just Wright then you know what this story is about if you haven’t then it’s about football Angel falling for his physical therapist.

Chapter Warning: Football AU. You’re gonna hate Angel. And sorry for the Adelita fans (myself included) she’s a bitch in this story.

A/N: I have one more chapter to write and the series will be completed. I don’t know how many chapters though. I gotta figure out the flow.

A/N (2): Shout out to the lovely @starrynite7114 for encouraging me and helping me write this story. It wouldn’t be possible without her. Love you, girlie!

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The past couple of months were surreal. A chance encounter with famed football star, Angel Reyes led to an unlikely friendship. Then, it took an unexpected turn when he began dating and eventually became engaged to your family friend, Adelita. But the most unbelievable was when you became his physical therapist after a nasty knee injury that could potentially end his career.

Adelita asked you to do the job because she didn’t trust the therapist that his team had hired even though she was the best in the business. According to Adelita, the woman was out to steal Angel from her. That’s why when you came to Angel’s mansion for work for the day you were in for the shock of your life.

“What are you doing here?” EZ, Angel’s equally famous and talented baseball player brother asked while running down the stairs.

You looked at EZ warily. He’s been nothing but kind to you this entire time. “To work. Did I do something wrong?”

EZ ticked his head at you in disbelief. “Don’t play the innocent card,” he scoffed staring you down.

“Innocent? What?” Clicking of shoes alerted you of someone’s presence. Looking up you saw Felipe coming downstairs. “Mr. Felipe, what is he talking about?”

Felipe stayed on the staircase as he talked to you. “I wanna believe you, preciosa, but you’re too close to her not to know.”

Adelita. She was the only person who wasn’t there. “Adelita? What did she do?”

“Like you don’t know.” EZ accused with venom you didn’t know he had in him. He shoved the letter in your hand.

Dear Angel,

I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. To see you like this is hurting me. I wish you the best of luck.

-Adelita

Felipe and EZ both read your face as you processed the letter, and it was then they knew you were just as surprised as them.

“My god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Is Angel ok?” You began trekking up the stairs, but EZ stopped you. “EZ, I didn’t know! Now move.” You tried to push him, but it was like pushing a wall.

“I know, I know, I know.” He repeated while blocking you. “But he,” he pointed towards Angel’s room. “Won’t. At least not right now. Give him some time.”

EZ was right. Angel was stubborn and wouldn’t listen to you. Running down the stairs you went for the front door. “Where are you going now?”

“To the one person I’m gonna make talk to me.”

Rarely did you use the key to Adelita’s apartment, respecting her space. But fuck her space now.

“Addie!” You yelled, running to her room. “What the?” She was fixing her makeup like she was going out.

“¿Mande?” She asked putting on her mascara. “That’s it? What? You have nothing to say?”

Adelita didn’t even spare you a glance as she went to get her heels. “Y/N, you’re not making any sense. What are you talking about?”

Oh, this bitch. She knew exactly what you were talking about. Adelita is far from dumb. “How are you gonna leave Angel? And like that? And give me no heads up.”

“Lo siento!”

“You’re sorry? Adelita,” you groaned. “You know better than that!”

She finally slowed down and looked at you. “I’m really am. It’s just,” she sighed and looked out the window to avoid your eyes. Adelita was a guarded person and didn’t let anyone see her vulnerabilities, even you, her childhood friend. “He would’ve tried to talk me out of it if I done it in person.”

“Duh! You two are engaged, Addie! What changed?”

“His career!”

“Wow, Adelita. Just wow. I didn’t take you for a gold-digging bitch.”

“I’m not a gold digger! I just can’t help and bring attention to the cause with a washed up has been. Mi gente deserve better.” Adelita always been about helping the people of Mexico because of her dual citizenship. But her dedication to it made her single-minded and she tended to ice everyone out. Typical Adelita. Screwing everyone over to get what she wants.

“Anything else?” She asked when you didn’t respond to her.

Saying nothing you shook your head and left her be. There was no changing her mind.

Work consisted of avoiding Angel. You stayed in your guest room and only ventured out when you knew that Angel was in his room. But that didn’t matter, because you could always hear Mr. Felipe and EZ beg him to come out of his room.

One day you were brave enough to go into his room, only to get your feelings hurt.

“Angel I know this hard, but you gotta get up man. Adelita was fucked up-”

“Are you my therapist or my physical therapist?” His words were colder than the frigid weather in Alaska.

Lowly you answered him while looking anywhere but directly in his eyes. “Physical therapist.”

Getting up for the first time for the day, Angel crowded your space until your back hit the door. “Then be that and nothing else.” He twisted the doorknob, letting you out and slamming the door closed once you were out.

Mr. Felipe stared at you with the sad puppy dog eyes he passed down to his son. “He didn’t mean it. He’s lashing out at everyone.”

“I know, but it still hurts.” You patted Felipe on his back and went to your room. Even if Angel wouldn’t let you rehabilitate with keeping himself cooped up, you still had work to do. You spent all your work hours studying Angel’s injury and reading up on the latest research to devise a treatment plan. Everything was coming together. All you needed was the actual client to show up and participate.

The day after your little debacle with Angel, he got an unexpected visitor. “Coming,” you yelled down the hall at the whoever was knocking on the door. Swinging open the door, you almost passed out. It was Rio Sanchez, star player of Angel’s rival team.

“Um, um, um, hi!” You finally managed to greet him. You wiped down your sweaty hands on your leggings and shook his hand (which by the way were ginormous). He was even more beautiful in person. His bright smile was blinding and sorta made you weak in the knees.

“Hi, so you Reyes’ new maid or something?” He eyed you up and down, hoping you were the maid and not Angel’s girlfriend. Even all sweaty, you were too beautiful for Angel.

“Nah, I’m the physical therapist. Umm, come on in and I’ll get Angel.” Just as Rio came into the foyer Angel came down the stairs. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Angel tugged on your wrist and moved you behind him. He didn’t appreciate the predatory stare Rio was giving you.

Rio chuckled at Angel’s possessiveness. “Man, I was just checking on you. I had to make sure you’re getting healthy, but you look like shit.”

Angel eyed him suspiciously. “You really want me to believe that you want me to get better?”

“Yeah man.” Rio lightly jabbed him in the shoulder. “Me winning that Superbowl ring ain’t as fun without you on the field. So, mama,” he looked at you over Angel’s shoulder. “Get him better and then,” he pulled out a business card and handed it to you. “Give me call.” Rio gave you a goodbye wink and left.

Angel stood there heated. That little punk really came to his house and challenged him.

“You done moping around and ready to wipe the smirk off that smug bitch’s face or you gonna let him bitch you out in your home?”

He finally turned to you and graced you with a smile you haven’t seen in days. “Let’s get to work.”

“You sure?” You cocked your head to the side. “Because you’re gonna hate me more than these past couple of days.”

Angel knew he deserved that little dig. He’s been a little shit to you. “I’m sorry for being a douchebag, but there’s no possible way I could hate you.”

Laughter bubbled up until you were full on cackling like a Disney villain. “Oh, we’ll see.”

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snusbandxknifewife · 4 years ago

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I was bitching on discord and @booksandlewks gave me her braincells and reminded me that HCs exist so here you go.

•it happened at a revel, about six months after the dust had settled

•(yknow after the whole snake incident? Yeah...)

•Heather and Vivi had been visiting a ton so they’d have an excuse to avoid Madoc

•Since he was endlessly dropping in and bothering them

•the revel was outside, dying down as night bled into morning

•Jude was on Cardan’s lap

•(it was disgustingly domestic)

•Taryn was REALLY pregnant

•(like ready to pop any day)

•Cardan was happy drunk

•(can you blame him?? Jude was in his lap)

•Vivi was chilling, completely unaware of her girlfriends turmoil

•Heather. Was. Losing. It.

•the whole night

•the whole FUCKING night

•she’d been sat within earshot of the most annoying

•over confident

•full of himself

•asshole

•lyre player

•and he’d noticed her. Noticed that she was human. Noticed that she was (at Vivi’s insistence) avoiding dancing

•and he’d been waxing poetic about fae music

•all

•fucking

•night

•shit like “oh you mortals will never understand what it’s like to listen to a song with the delicate ear of a faerie” or “it must be excruciatingly difficult for you to avoid the dance floor, I know our tunes are all but irresistible to you lesser humans”

•it had been like 5 god damn hours

•Heather had long since put down her wine glass to keep from shattering it against his head

•she’d had to stop even glancing to the right, because that’s where the dance floor was

•and he would see it

•and start commenting again

•then, finally, he made his crucial mistake

•”it must be fascinating to you, knowing that we can make songs that can force you to dance, even if you don’t wish to”

•and she snapped

•”SO DOES ABBA, YOU DIPSHIT. YOURE NOT SPECIAL”

•it was deafening

•her scream ripped through the revel

•the (oh so wonderful) music ground to a strange halt

•people turned to where the human was now on her feet, yelling at a (seemingly cowed) faerie

•”I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK MAN. WHY WOULD I BE IMPRESSED BY YOUR FIFTEENTH CENTURY BULLSHIT WHEN DOLLY PARTON EXISTS. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO THINK YOURE BETTER THAN DOLLY PARTON. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE. “

•she decided his name was Flutterballs

•”YOU THINK YOUR SPECIAL, HUH FLUTTERBALLS? CAN YOUR DISCOUNTED GUITAR PLAY JOLENE? NO IT CANT FLUTTERBALLS. YOU AINT GOT SHIT ON DOLLY PARTON”

•Cardan was cackling

•Even Jude was grinning

•Heather started imitating Flutterballs

•”OOOH WOOH LOOK AT ME IM FLUTTERBALLS I HAVE A LYYYYYYRRE I CAN PLUCK STRIIIIIIINGS.”

•”YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO FLUTTERBALLS? I CAN TURN THE HEADS OF EVERY MORTAL IN A GENERATION WITH ONE FUCKING PIANO NOTE”

•”DO YOU KNOW WHAT A PIANO IS FLUTTERBALLS? NO? IS THAT TOO NEW AGE FOR YOU? NOT AS TOE TAPPING AS YOUR FUCKING LYRE?”

•”YOU THINK YOUR MUSIC MAKES ME SHAKE MY ASS THE SAME WAY THAT DANCING QUEEN DOES?”

•”YOU THINK YOUR LYRE CAN HOLD A GOD DAMNED CANDLE TO THE TRANSCENDENT EXPERIENCE THAT IS BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY?”

•Vivi’s jaw was on the fucking ground as Heather kept going

•”I MEAN FUCK THE GALL OF THIS MAN. DO YOU HEAR THIS SHIT VIVIENNE? HOW DARE THEY THINK THAT THEIR MUSIC IS BETTER! WE MOVED PAST THIS SHIT FIVE CENTURIES AGO!”

•the whole revel watched as Heather picked up her wine glass just to smash it on the ground

•she then turned back to Flutterballs

•who looked terrified

•threw him the finger

•and stormed back to the palace

•still loudly grumbling about the audacity of the bullshit

•Jude was doing damage control

•(making sure Heather didn’t get glamoured into fucking oblivion)

•Cardan was STILL cackling

•Vivi (since she moved past the surprise) agreed with every damn thing Heather said

•finally someone said it

•fucking lyres

•fuck

~~~~~~

Can you tell I’m annoyed by how in the books/fics the fae have this obvious “oh we’re better than humans oh our stuff is magical and better ooooh we can make you dance and never stop” bitch so does ABBA this ass don’t stop when Dancing Queen comes on and thats that on that

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strayficks · 4 years ago

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EPHEMERAL 3

1 . 2

smut, fluff, angst.

word count: 11.1k

You yawned as you stretched your arms, easing the tense muscles. The memories came rushing back from last night. Jaehyun’s tight grip on your thighs and butt left soft purple bruises, tender to the touch. The way he pressed your face into his bed made you dizzy.

“Fuck.” You sighed, remembering the panties that you gave him costed a lot. You doubt you have any bravery trying to get it back. You were trying to keep him hooked on you by doing that, a bold move if you will. But damn, you have to get it back no matter what considering the amount of money you spent on it.

To be honest, you don’t know what it is that you want with Jaehyun. You’re not one for relationships, since being in one always left you hurt. You we’re scared of commitment. Scared of uncertainty. You leave before you get left alone, and you hate yourself for it. You flirt for fun, it gives you a surge of excitement. Seeing guys fawn over you makes you feel wanted, and for a while, it was enough for you.

But now, guilt is filling you up to the brim, overflowing. You can’t imagine being hurt like you hurt those guys you toyed with. You want to try to be brave, you do. You thought of giving Jaehyun a shot when your phone lit up with a notification. Text from an unknown number, it must be Jaehyun. Now that you know Jaehyun is friends with Yukhei, you didn’t even think twice that Jaehyun would surely ask him for your number.

UNKNOWN

Hey, it’s Jaehyun. Are you busy right now?

You hestitated on answering, but you quickly tapped on your screen, too quickly.

YOU

Oh jey, I’m not. Whst’s yp?

Jaehyun

Would you like to have lunch with me?

YOU

Sure, i’ll get ready.

Jaehyun

I’ll come pick you up, send me your addy.

You sent him your address and got ready, trying your best to cover the love bites on your neck with foundation. You dressed yourself in a simple shirt and jeans, when you walked over to put on some makeup, a notification startled you. ‘Im here.’ read the text.

“Shit, shit, shit”

You stumbled on your own feet, rushing over to get your sling bag as you completely skipped your makeup. It hasn’t been an hour, and you can already see a sleek black car parked in front of your house.

With rushed steps, you opened the door and greeted him. He was wearing the same thing as you, a simple shirt and jeans. His soft hair tousled by the wind as pink kissed his nose and cheeks. He looked ethereal.

He hugged you gently, in which you were surprised at first, but you hugged him back and he guided you inside his car. He was so gentle with everything. When he scooted over to put on your seatbelt, his scent brought memores of him being close to you and fucking you senseless. Well, you can’t blame yourself. It was the only thing you had done together on the 2 times that you’ve met. He spoke so carefully, trying to not say the wrong thing. As if this is the first time he’s ever spoken to a woman. That is, until he asked,

“Did you cover the hickeys?” He sneaked a glance from the road to your neck.

You instinctively touched the part layered with foundation, “Yes? they were purple you know?”

“Then i did it right.”

You were too distracted seeing his hands on the steering wheel, thick, but gentle fingers turning the steer as your eyes continue to wander downwards to his thighs. You were brought back to reality when Jaehyun cleared his throat, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he spoke.

“We’re here.”

Before Jaehyun could take your seatbelt off, you beat him to it. Breathe.. You’re having lunch, don’t think about sucking his cock.

Jaehyun silently got out and so did you. The restaurant had a nice atmosphere. With booths and sofas, there were a couple of elders and teenagers there. You walked over to one of the sofas and you both sat opposite of eachother. You brushed your hands to stay warm as Jaehyun watched you with a smile etched on his pretty lips, dimples showing and finding their way to your heart.

You swiped a finger to your nose, nudging your piercing gently. “What?’

“You’re beautiful.”

His gaze pierced into you. A blush creeped onto your cheeks as you tried to be composed. The compliment sounded genuine, heartfelt, ardent. You don’t know if it’s the way he’s looking at you, or the gentle voice he spoke with that made your heart ache. It’s like 4th grade again. You were about to respond, however a waiter came over to the table, asking if you’re ready to order.

"And one strawberry smoothie please." You added.

Jaehyun seemed to have taken a liking to staring at you. Too much was rude, but Jaehyun couldn't get enough. Even when the waiter left after taking your orders, Jaehyun still couldn't believe you were sitting in front of him.

The panties that you gave him sat on his bed at home. He would be lying if he didn't jack off to it last night, but you wouldn't know that. The way you speak hypnotized him, the movement of your lips brought filthy imaginations he couldn't believe he'd be thinking in a restaurant.

Jaehyun had asked for your number to Yukhei.

It took a little convincing and a roll of blunt, but he finally ended up giving it to him. Everytime Jaehyun looked at her, it's like the world is going in slow motion. And he'd hoped it would be only the two of you in this world if it meant you would be staying with him. Your voice lulled him to sleep, your fingers caressing his skin made him shiver. The sunlight bouncing off your skin made you glow, your soft features paired with the glint on your nose ring made Jaehyun want to reach out and kiss you. To kiss those perfect lips of yours. Jaehyun couldn't get enough of you.

"You're so obsessed with me, aren't you?" You teased, the corner of your lips perked up.

Hell yes, that's correct. Jaehyun thought.

He contemplated on answering but he diverted his eyes from her lips and looked at her. Nope, i won't admit it just yet.

"Was that your go-to lunch order?" Jaehyun asked, obviously changing the topic.

You beamed, "Burritos are amazing."

You both talked about the food choice and you agreed that Jaehyun undoubtedly was a picky eater. He completely hated olives, cucumber, and cauliflower. He only liked dark chocolate, and cheese pizza. It was until then you talked about your mutual friends that you cackled on his story,

"He was screaming! i told him that it wasn't true, here, i got it on camera."

He leaned on the table, his phone screen in front of you as the video played. Yukhei was on his underwear, muttering something incoherent as he walked around screaming his lungs out, it was until the end that you heard him scream a one direction song to a toilet.

"Wow," You whistled, "Send that to me."

"Done."

The conversation was pleasant. You realized that Jaehyun wasn't as broody and cold as people say. He was cheerful. Everytime he smiled and showed you those pretty dimple of his, your heart skipped a beat. His voice... god his voice. It was deep, smooth, and soft at the same time. He walked in long strides, graceful and composed. When you both were done, he helped you stack the plates and put the smoothie glass on the side. He offered to take you on a drive around town to catch some wind, but you realized you haven't done anything for an upcoming test you had. He teased you for studying, but you reminded him that you can't just nonchalantly flunk a test, Jaehyun was surprised at your determination. He called you pretty once again when he dropped you off, telling you,

"Text me when you're free, we're going out again."

It was monday, You had been busy studying for a test and had been flipping through the flashcards. Jihyo and Ryujin were mad at you for not telling them the lunch you had with Jaehyun the other day. It was apparently a big deal, Jihyo screamed onto the phone and Ryujin listened with peaked interest as you covered your face from the camera on your phone.

This test is gonna be the end of me, you muttered under your breath.

Another big reason to study, it's 40% of your grade and you couldn't afford to mess up. Collecting every last bit of your will to live, you read through your notes for the 89th time.

ring

You groaned as you looked at your phone, an unknown number was calling. You already saved Jaehyun's number, so it couldn't be him. You picked up, in case it was an emergency.

"Hello?"

"I knew you were a slut, but i didn't think you'd stoop as low as to go out with that cunt Jaehyun."

His voice rang in your ears.

The voice that you loathed so much, the voice that made you cry, the voice laced with pure hate, was talking to you. Hwang Hyunjin was everything you hated.

He was sweet, at first. Then everything went sour. You had found out that he had been cheating on you with 3 different girls, and he had the audacity to say that it was your fault. It was your fault that you weren't interesting enough for him. It was your fault that you were making him tired of you. It was your fault that he cheated.

You were stupid enough to give him another chance. After he came to your house at 3 am, on his knees in front of your front door, he cried on your arms saying everything was his fault, you decided to give it another try. You were dead wrong hoping that he would change, Hwang Hyunjin was a cheater. The second time he cheated, he had been high on drugs. He said that he accidentally fucked another girl because she looked like you.

And as the saying goes; once a cheater, always a cheater.

"Did you forget yourself? You're the lowest of the low. Rot in hell, you piece of shit."

Hyunjin scoffed, "I'm going to make your life hell. Jaehyun won't want you. Listen.. baby.. no one wants a slut. You will never find anyone better than me, remember that."

You quickly hung up, your chest heaving as tears started to brim your eyes. You were angry, hands gripping the bed sheets under you as a hot sensation spreads over your chest. Could screaming into a pillow calm me down? Jihyo and Ryunjin would go after him if they ever catch wind of this. Reaching for your phone again, you pressed the group call button.

The first time that Hwang Hyunjin cheated on you, It was a rainy afternoon and you were just finished with classes. You shook the umbrella on the porch of Hyunjin's house as you stepped on the back of each your shoes to kick them off.

"Babe?" You called out.

He should be home by now, after all you were late to come back home because of the rain.

You headed upstairs when he didn't respond after a few shouts. Walking through the hallway, you heard muffled moans. A mischevious smile appeared on your lips as you silently tip-toe to his room. But then you stopped. It wasn't just his moans.

You barged in the room. There were 2 other girls on top of him. One sitting on top of Hyunjin's face, and one riding him.

"What the fuck."

You were ready to grab the nearest object and cut off his cock when a red head pranced out from the bathroom.

"Oh, Jinnie. You didn't tell me another one is joining."

That made him stop thrusting up, seemingly noticing all the girls stopping their movements as well. His head whips to you as you stand rigid on the doorway. He hurriedly pushed the two girls on top of him and frantically walked over to you.

"Stop, don't come fucking near me."

"Babe, i-"

"You're what? a cheater? no shit," You sharpened your gaze to everyone in the room, fuming. "We're over, Hyunjin."

And the second time, you were back together with him. Truth be told, you absolutely had no idea why he’d asked and begged you to come back to him, when he ended up fucking another girl on his bed when you came home to fill his fridge with groceries.

Nothing can justify cheating. No matter how many times he called you, no matter how many times he knocked at your door, the excuses never stopped.

Hyunjin was the guy that took your virginity on the back of his jeep. He was rough, and it was painful. You stuck with him because he made you feel enough, he made you feel wanted. But that changed. He found other girls to occupy himself with. Forgetting the fact that you were always there, waiting for him with the dinner that was getting colder as the clock ticked and he left you questioning the reasons why he did what he did.

Part of you knew that it wasn’t going to get better. You knew that he’d very much prefer to be in a crowd he doesn’t know than to be in a room with you. But why? why did he cheat? why did he break your heart into a million pieces, glued it back together, only to end up breaking it again? He changed you. In a way that you didn’t like.

You became someone you didn’t know. You were scared of being vulnerable because of him, you hated that. The feeling that seeped into your pores every time you broke down your facade. This show that you’re performing. Only to make yourself feel strong. But it’s tiring now. Every second you coated yourself in a different image made you feel sick. But you knew that that uncertainty will welcome you once you remove the made up stuff you made yourself go through. A constant inner conflict.

When you ended things once and for all, he grew more obsessed. He messed with your relationships, he made rumors about you. He did everything he could to make your life hell. You just wanted him out of your life, why was that so hard?

"Permission to kill."

"Shut up, you can't even kill a bug, let alone a coward."

You were huddled up on Ryujin's bed, sandwiched between Jihyo and Ryujin as your ability to breathe decreased by the minute.

When you called, Ryujin told you to go to her house. Something told you to give the studying a rest, and rest you did. When you got there, Jihyo dragged you to Ryujin's room where all the venting and rants happened.

They started lecturing you about how you shouldn't stray away at a party. Jihyo and Ryujin were worried sick when you didn't respond to any of their calls and texts. They had been talking to Yukhei, a tall, goofy guy when you were too preoccupied trying to get Jaehyun out of the party to fuck your brains out. You knew Yukhei from a friend you had in class, Yuta.

You liked Yuta when you first met him. He was friendly, sported a smile that could break hearts, and for once, you didn't want to take things to the next level. You thought you had a crush on him, until you realized that he had a girlfriend. Shame, but you're not a relationship wrecker. You and Yuta remained friends until now, he helped you with with a project once because you had cried, frustrated that it was too hard. You would do anything, even risking your life, if it meant keeping him as a friend for as long as you lived.

"I don't know what that prick wants from me." You sighed, sinking deeper into the bed.

"He just can't accept the fact that you're moving on." Ryujin responded.

The girl with dark black hair had always been the problem solver. She rationalizes everything, even though the truth is hard to accept sometimes. If Ryujin says her take on the matter, everyone listens. You can't blame her from being upfront, that's just how she is. Hearing assurance from her felt like you were on the top of the world.

"Listen, just ignore him. If he ever tries anything again, tell us." Ryujin added.

"I agree, he was so desperate to make you hung up on him when he was the one who cheated. He even threatened you because you went out with jaehyun! The audacity of that cunt is unbelievable!" Jihyo exclaimed, hands releasing you and flailing in the air.

Ryujin made a grunt of agreement.

Jihyo rolled over, moving on from the topic.

"So you slept with Jaehyun, twice, and then went on a date?" Jihyo asked, tone lacing with excitement and curiosity.

"Jihyo, it was lunch." Ryujin lazily responded in your behalf. She had no say in the 'you slept with him, twice' part with no way of confirming it, so she stared at the side of your head, pressing the question even harder than the girl on your left.

You groaned, "Yes, twice. Two times."

Ryujin let out a low whistle and released you from her grasp, walking over to her closet to pick out a shirt. The sound of her opening a box full of accessories filled the room with loud jingles.

And then it dawned on you, your ring.

The ring that made a cut on Jaehyun's face, that is. You had your panties and now a ring in his house. How stupid can you be? (how smart can you be, to be honest.) You tried to ignore the giddy feeling of having to see him again the next time you bring up the stuff you left in his house.

"Do you like him?" Jihyo asked. Her eyes held curiosity and a tiny bit of comfort.

You knew Jihyo since you were in 3rd grade. She accidentally brought home your pencil case and when you noticed the foreign leopard print tube on your desk, you cried. The next day at school, you saw your pencil case on Jihyo's seat. That's how you came to know her. She had been with you through thick and thin. She rubbed circles on your back when you cried over your parents' divorce, she helped you with your shift that one time you had your first job and was overwhelmed by a mass of middle schoolers, she held up your hair when you had one too many drinks. You loved her like a sister you never had.

"I think so." You responded. Truthfully, you were sure you liked him. You keep wanting to see him, your heart starts a race when he comes to your mind. "Yes, i do like him."

Jihyo engulfed you in a hug. She nestled her face on your neck as she whispered. "I want you to be happy. That's all i want."

Your heart filled with warmth as you hugged her back tighter. She was truly such a wonderful person. You felt grateful that you're surrounded with good people.

You felt Ryujin come up and joined the hug.

"What are we hugging for?"

Jihyo's words rang inside your head the whole ride home. Your finger was hovering on the call button, just a mere centimeter away from contact.

"Fuck it, i miss him." You pressed on the call button, bringing the phone up to your ear. It rang two times until he picked up.

"Hey, i'm glad you called. I was just about to myself." Jaehyun said, his voice as pretty as ever.

You bit your lip, snuggling into your pillow as a smile formed on your face. Wow, you thought. You really like him, huh?

"Are you busy next friday?" You asked.

He paused for a couple of seconds, you were ready to propose another day until he responded, "I'm always free for you."

You held back a scoff at his cringy line. "Pick me up at 4, i have this place i know you'll like."

You could even hear the smile on his face when he agreed, adding a little 'It's a date then, i can't wait until friday comes. Good luck on your test.'

Friday rolled around in no time. You got a B on your test and that was enough for you. You got the notification on your phone thursday morning and almost choked on your cereal and did a cross even though you were far from religious. Your mood completely lit up when you were picking out clothes for your date. The skirt was, well, short. You paired it with a simple sleveless shirt and a pair of converse. You sent a message to the group, saying that you'd be on a date with Jaehyun. The text was read by Jihyo and Ryujin immediately. They sent a cluster of 'Yes!' and eye emojis.

A light knock came from the door, the giddy feeling on your stomach appearing once again.

When you opened the door and stepped out of the house, you were greeted by his familiar scent as he hugged you. He's a hugger, not that you're complaining.

"You look really nice, like really nice, in that outfit. Maybe we should just stay in today."

"Definitely not." That's a lie. You want to stay home and let him undress you, however, you wanted him to try this cheese pizza that tasted like heaven on a local diner right around the corner. Maybe next time, or after if you're lucky.

Jaehyun pursed his lips and, took a step back to get another look. "I have those exact same shoes."

You cocked a brow as you closed the door behind you. "Really? we should match next time."

The drive was short. You noticed that he was more smiley today. The dimples making an appearance when he caught you looking at him.

"Hmm? Are you okay? Your face is red." His brows furrowed as his hand went up, pressing the back of his palm onto your cheek.

You squirmed on your seat as your hand clasped together under the table. How come he doesn't realize how undeniably attractive he is? You could spend all day looking at him and not be bored.

"I'm fine, just hungry."

As if on cue, Mrs. Miller came up to the table Her checkered apron made your eyes squint, or maybe it was her smile.

"What do you lads want today?" She gave me a look, silently asking who the man is in front of me.

Mrs. Miller watched you grew up. She ran this family owned diner and took care of it so well, even her sons were jealous. You responded with narrowed eyes and a shake of the head.

"Get him a cheese pizza please, and two portions of blt for me."

She scribbled quickly on her notepad, the fluff ball stuck on the end of the pen wiggling with every stroke. "Right, and the drinks?"

"A strawberry smoothie and a chocolate one as well." Jaehyun finished for you, handing back the menu.

Jaehyun turned to you, "The food's better be good

"Oh trust me, it is."

"I can't believe you remembered and ordered me a cheese pizza." He chuckled in disbelief.

He didn't think that you'd remembered something like that, and when you did, he liked you even more.

"You mentioned that they were your favorite, and i can proudly say, the cheese pizza here will blow your mind."

"I swear to god if you're exaggerating, i'll never forgive you for this."

15 minutes later, you could see that Jaehyun was visibly drooling over the appealing sight of food in front of him.

"Wow this is fucking, " pause, "Amazing. Tell Mrs. Miller this diner's gonna be packed tomorrow."

"Told you it's good. She'd be so happy if more people come here, this place's not easy to find.” You breathed out.

You cupped your face in your hands with your elbows on the table as you chew on a bite of your blt. You proceed to watch him gulf down a slice, a big gap already forming in the, now, ruined circle of the pizza.

He swallowed, "Talking about packed, i have this party at my friend Jaemin's this sunday. I'm hoping you could come?"

"How many times do you party in a week? you're sure the party animal."

Jaehyun didn't look to pleased to hear you respond with another question.

"Would you come? You can bring your friends if you want."

You laughed, he made it clear he wanted you there.

"I will."

Jaehyun told Mrs. Miller that he'd recommend the place to his friends, and she gave him a piece of candy which he handed to you when you were outside. You unconsciously stared at his long, dainty fingers. Specifically the rings that hugged them.

"You have a nice sense of style, i see." You squeezed the tip of his index finger clad with a metallic band when he shoved the candy in your face.

"What? this? this is nothing compared to your ring that gave my face a cut."

"I'm sorry, i wasn't planning on doing anything that night, but you know how that ended."

"I can say for sure you have a nice choice of panties."

You brought your hand up to slap his shoulder but he dodged before you could. "Why would you say that, we're in the middle of the parking lot!"

"I was just reciprocating your compliment. I’m flattered you know."

He stopped in his tracks when he was about to enter the car.

"How about we go to my dorm? you can pick up your stuff that you left."

God was really in your side. What did you do to get this lucky? You reminded yourself not to take it for granted.

"I lied, i'm keeping the panties." Jaehyun said as his chest shook with laughter.

He grabbed your sides to lift you to his bed but you swung your feet, making you drop back to the floor of his single dorm room.

"They're expensive. It's either you buy another one for me or i'm leaving."

He narrowed his eyes as if saying are you serious? With his lips pressed together, he nodded. "Deal."

You were satisfied with the answer. Your hand caressed his cheeks and settled on his broad shoulder. Let's get to work, shall we.

"I only like guys with big dicks, and I always have fun talking filth into their ear about how much I love their cock. "

You paused, smirking with satisfaction from the sight in front of you

"But you….. you’re the biggest guy I’ve had. And there’s no way I’m not going to talk about that while I have the chance. So sit down on the bed, and let me get you going with my voice.. Although we both know it won’t stop there. "

He did as your told, eyes trailing your every movement with a coy smile on his lips. Enjoying every moment.

"That blood is pumping into your cock and fattening you up… the pulses are so intense I can see you flex through two layers of fabric… I know when that happens all you wanna do is pull those annoying clothes down and start beating your cock raw… and I love that."

For a fact, Jaehyun didn't even need to have his cock out to get you wet. The sheer size of that bulge in his pants and the way it looks like it’s trying to burst out is enough to make you tingle and crave it.

You loved knowing that his cock begs to be pleased so badly that you just want to delve into your animal instincts and make it feel good. You loved knowing that your voice alone was the reason for that fat bulge, that blood pumping, that pleasure.

"But we can’t keep it stuck in there forever, can we?"

He shook his head.

Pulling that big cock out is like a drug to you. You couldn't stop your pussy from aching when your fingertips were clenched around the waist of his boxers, slowly dragging them down and anticipating that giant cock’s release… and then it happened. His huge cock bounces out of those tight boxers, flying in the air and bounced on your face. And my god, you loved it on your face.

Seeing that thick, tight undersize of his shaft resting on your face while you salivate for it was almost too much to handle. That’s why you had to get to work quickly… waiting to play with his big dick was like suffocating.

"I know you love my lips. They’re perfect for pleasing big, fat cocks like yours."

"Mhmm, i love those pretty lips you have." He brushed his thumb on your lips as you kissed the pad of his finger.

His cockhead swelled with blood when you wrapped your lips around it, with almost not enough in your body to keep up with the pleasure your giving him.

The deeper your lips go on his cock, the faster his heart rate became, and the fatter his cock got. His stomach began to tighten and flex at the feeling, as your lips and tongue got to the base of his cock. The feeling of his thick cock being jammed all the way down your throat made his legs writhe. You let your throat muscles swallow around his fat cockhead and milked him as fast as you could, pushing him to the brink of explosion.

"It’s too much isn’t it? My throat massaging your head while my tongue licks your balls and my lips push into your crotch like I’m trying to eat your dick."

Jaehyun's face was red as he looked down on you, his ragged breaths signaling that he was enjoying this as much as you did.

You didn’t want him busting yet though… so you unjammed his cock from your throat and slowly pull it out, being sure to form a vacuum with your mouth to roll over his entire length as you exit.

You needed to let that cock calm down for a bit, so it’s a perfect time to talk about those balls.

His cock is amazing, almost too amazing, but a cock isn’t complete without a big set of balls. And his were a true specimen. Even without working up a load, his sacks were massive. Just one of them was enough to fill your entire mouth up if you decide to work them. Honestly, even if he didn’t have a cock down there and only had that pair of balls, he’d still have a beautiful big bulge to flaunt around. And when his balls were full? Well.. let’s find out what that’s like.

His cock seemed to have calmed down now… at least enough to stop him from busting a nut everywhere. It’s not like you wanted him losing that hard on. You thought it’s about time your mouth truly went to work on that cock.. just how he liked it.

You gripped the base of his thick shaft tightly, making him pant and moan. You didn’t carry around a cock ring, so you had to improvise. You wanted to see those veins. God… those veins. Having a huge cock is great and all, but the fact that he had such impressive veins was really the icing on the cake. Grabbing his base so tightly makes all that blood center in his cock, and that blood loves to fill up those veins. They got so thick and fat, inflated with immense amounts of liquid pumping around his dick.

Your lips started working his fat cockhead again, but not with as much mercy as last time.

Your sucking was fast, tight and intense. Your mouth craves that load and the best way to pump it up was to work his cock fast and furiously. His head swelled again, even thicker than last time. Once he had swollen to max size, you moved your lips further down his shaft and began sucking angrily at his entire length.

Each time your lips traveled up and down on his big dick, you felt those fat veins pulsing between your lips and begging to be relieved, crying out in unison at the unbridled pleasure you're giving him. You knew he was close. You knew those balls were filling up with cream, you knew he couldn’t handle it. That’s why you were going to relieve him of all that tension.

Your hand ran up his leg and grabbed those fat nuts, Your nails giving him a lovely tickle as you got them tight in your hand. Your lips still sucking angrily at his fat cock, desperate to work up that thick load that’s built up in his balls.

Jaehyun's breathing became irregular and panicked as he felt himself getting close to bursting.

You pulled his cock out of your mouth and placed your lips on the size of his huge cock. You sucked hard at the huge, fat prominent blue vein that sat there, making him squirm and moan harder than ever before. That vein was so massive and full of blood that it felt like it’s big enough to be a cock on its own.

That’s when you felt it.

Your other hand was still on his balls and you felt that churning. You felt that boiling hot, thick cum sloshing around in his fat sack rapidly as you sucked at his massive vein. But you didn’t want Jaehyun nutting in the air, so you stopped working that vein and put your hand around that base and squeezed tightly, stopping that nut from getting any further up his shaft.

You wanted to swallow that load, and that’s what you're going to do.

You glided your lips back on his huge, fat cock and sucked harder than you had ever sucked a cock before. Your cheeks hollowed as you moved up and down on his dick, those veins still throbbing hard as you pleased them. Your hand went back to gripping those fat ballsacks.

You knew Jaehyun was close, his throbbing and pulsing was too intense for him not to be. You felt those balls churning in your hand again, and obscene amount of cream had accumulated in those fat sacks and he needed to empty them.

As your lips sucked hard and fast on his cock, you felt it coming. His fat balls began pumping that thick, creamy load up the thick shaft of his cock, filling up his massive cockhead with cum. You sucked extra hard at his head, milking it with all the energy you had in you.

Then it burst.

His huge, fat, engorged cock made one big throb and squirted his massive creamy load out of his cock, his balls tightening and flexing as they gave his swollen cockhead more batter to unload. Your cheeks kept filling up with his man-juice, but you swallowed it all down your throat every time. Those veins were extra fat and throb angrily as he busted that thick nut, every nerve in his crotch singing and celebrating the intense release. As the last of his nut emptied out of his balls, you gave his huge cock one last hard suck at the head and he busted the last of his cream in one thick shot.

His fat balls. His thick, huge shaft. His massive, extra creamy spunk. THAT’S why you loved his cock.

"Oh my fucking god.." Jaehyun trailed, his hands covering his face as his whole body trembled.

He shook his head, "I can't let you leave without having my cock in you. Get on the bed."

"Yes, sir."

He hurriedly took off your shirt an panties. Letting out a low whistle as his eyes raked over your body.

"God, I love your body..." Jaehyun's lustful gaze trailed over your body. He was sure you'd be the death of him.

"What do you love about it, Jaehyun? Tell me what you want to do to me." You asked, lacing your tone with innocence.

"Tell you?" He bent down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Jaehyun tasted himself and deepened the kiss by pulling you closer with his hand on the back of your head.

"Baby, you know I love your body. I..." Jaehyun took a deep shaky breath. He didn't know why he's nervous. Maybe it's because both of you were sober, and not in rush, for once. He'd like to savor this moment.

"I love your shoulders and I really love this place, right here, just by the curve of your neck. I love to kiss and suck the skin there."

He sucked the spot softly, light pecks making you shiver.

He then kissed down your chest while his hands run down your back to your ass. His lips trailed down your body with a touch as gentle as it gets.

"I love how sensitive your nipples are. Maybe even more than mine. I love that when I suck on them..." He brought your nipple in his mouth and soft giggles filled the room as he teased your nipple in his mouth, your hand went up to his hair and tugging softly.

"Your breath hisses in like that. And I love your hand in my hair..."

He flicked your nipple with his tounge, making him get a moan from you as a reward.

"You like that? When I flick it like that? the other one needs some attention too." He sucked the other nipple. He playfully bit on it, making you gasp with surprise.

You tugged at your bra, the feeling of being restricted made you uncomfortable. And you squirmed under him when you felt the dampness on your much more cheaper panties.

"Mhmm, I can take these off."

He watched you take off your undergarments, biting those lips of his as he spoke up,

"Bend over."

Your eyes widened at his strict tone, but you obliged.

"Yes, Sir."

You felt the bed dip as his knees balanced themselves on top of the sheets. He gripped your luscious ass and spread them apart, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. You were getting impatient and started grinding on air. Jaehyun chuckled and buried his face in your cunt, mumbling, "I’ll take care of you."

His tounge worked it's way on you. You moaned and your knees buckled when he sucked on your clit.

"Oh god your mouth is so warm...yes, please, run your tongue up and down, just like that...oh fuck...keep sucking like that."

"You like it that much, hm?" He said in your cunt. His hand came in contact with your butt as he spanked you, the stinging sensation spread over your butt slowly disappearing when he caressed the red print with his hand.

"Do you want me to finger you, baby?

"Yes ...please, please can I have it..."

You felt him circling your clit with the pad of his thumb until he inserted two fingers inside you. It was still not enough as you clenched around it.

"More, Jaehyun more."

He slowly moved them in and out as the friction give you more pleasure, his tounge now lapping your juice and teasing your clit at the same time.

"...oh god, fuck, don't stop..."

Just as those words left your mouth, he suddenly stopped and pulled out his fingers from your wet cunt. You whined and trembled

"No! Why did you stop?"

"I'm going to fuck you now."

You got more wet hearing that from him You didn't think that was even possible, but the thought of him fucking you made you grew more desperate.

"Please baby, I need you inside me." You softly breathed out, looking at him behind you. He was jerking himself on the sight of you on all fours on his bed. A sly smile on his lips as he positioned his cock in front of your pussy. Just a thrust away from being inside you.

"Whose pussy is this, hm?" He rubbed his cock on your wet folds, making you back up to him once again craving for any sort of friction.

"It's yours Jaehyun, please fuck me.. please." You begged.

"That's a good girl."

With a sudden thrust, you were overwhelmed by his size. You felt the slightest bit of pain until he drew back and pounded his cock into you. You saw stars as your mouth was left agape.

You felt him pull you up, and nestled his face on your shoulders with his left hand on your neck, and the other on your nipple, gently rolling it on his fingers.

"You're so fucking tight for me. Your pussy's all mine. I'm gonna fuck it however i like, isn't that right, princess?"

You croaked out a moan as your breathing got restricted by the second. "Yes, oh god yes. It's yours, Jaehyun. Fuck it however you like."

He sped up his pace and released you from the grip on your neck. You felt his large hand pressing your lower abdomen and giving you a sensation you've never felt before.

"I'm right here. Can you feel me?"

His voice came out raspy, and you felt his heartbeat speeding up on your back as he pressed himself closer to you. Hips still pounding roughly and the sound of your butt slapping against his hips filled the room.

Your eyes rolled back as you sink yourself deeper into this pit of desire. You could only manage a simple 'mhmm' until you felt it coming.

The knot on your stomach grew larger and more intense as he continued to shove his large cock into your pussy. You craved for your release and clenched him harder.

"Oh, baby. That's right, make it tighter for me."

He coiled his hand in your hair and added, "We're gonna cum together, okay?"

"Y-yes, I'm close Jaehyun."

With a few more thrusts, You felt his hot cum filling your hole as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. The constant friction sent you over the edge in shock waves as your whole body felt like heaven, you felt it even to the tips of your toes. You felt his cock jerk inside you as he pulled out, cum dribbling down your thighs and onto the sheets, Jaehyun witnessing the heavenly sight of his juices mixed with yours just leaking in front of him.

He let out a deep breath as you plopped yourself down on the matress. You felt like your bones just melted. The soft fabric of his comforter covered your butt as Jaehyun laid down by your side.

"It's a little chilly." You muttered, a smile on your lips.

Jaehyun smiled too, but to himself. He was looking at an angel. Your cheeks tinted pink with the gentle rise of your chest letting out soft breaths. You were in that afterglow, Jaehyun liked you even more if that's possible. He might even be in love with you.

"C'mere." You invited him, raising the blanket and patting the spot next to you

He laughed snuggled close to you, the warmth in his heart getting stronger.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Jaehyun asked, his voice lazy, almost sleepy.

"Let's shower." You proposed.

"A shower, huh?" He kissed your nose, "Whatever you want, baby. We've got all night."

"He invited us to a party."

"Don't try to change the topic!"

Ryujin picked you up and witnessed you walk of shame. She didn't say anything and just plainly looked at Jaehyun as he waved at her when he guided you out of the building. Ryujin didn't bring anything up on the whole ride.

It was Jihyo who squeezed every last drop of information you had. You weren't bothered by her nosiness, and answered the questions. You stuffed your mouth with doritos every time she asked too much though.

The three of you were clad in tight dresses and sparkly fabric. Well, except Ryujin who sported baggy jeans and a sweater. You didn't expect what happened in the party. Even though you'd been pushing the thought to the back of your mind, it didn't stop him from coming.

Hwang hyunjin ruined your night.

You were looking for Jaehyun, but his friends said he was on his way. You called him, he didn't pick up. You went out for air, leaving your friends behind to play beer pong. You enjoyed the muted music from outside the house, holding yourself back from taking off your heels to roll on the glass.

And then you heard him.

"Hey."

His voice surprised you, the drink in the little red cup swaying as you turned your head to find where the voice was coming from.

There he stood. Long blonde hair half tied, his lips a pretty shade of pink as he stared at you.

You felt your stomach sank as you took a step back. You knew that he would utter every single thing he could to hurt you once again. You wanted to run away or have the earth swallow you whole when he brought his hand up to hold your cheek. His palm was cold. An unfamiliar sensation to you. You pulled his hand away from you, only to have him grip your wrist.

"Hyunjin."

"Listen to me, please." His eyebrows furrowed, the grip on your wrist tightened when you attempted to break away.

"I have no reason to."

He paused for a while, still not letting you go. It looked as if he was building up the courage for something. And the next second he spoke up, it's as if the wind wanted to save you, it was cold and you were freezing. Almost making you shiver and go back under the blankets.

"I'm sorry." He looked down at his shoes.

Your face grew hot, that familiar feeling started to bubble up in your stomach again. "No matter how many times you say that, i won't forget what you did to me." You spat.

"I'm sorry." He was looking at you now.

"Tears? Fuck off. You've done that already."

You tried to yank your hand away, but to no avail, he kept his grip.

"Let go! You're hurting me!"

"Let's start over, please." A tear fell and rolled down his cheek. The cheek that you caressed and the cheek that you kissed. Now, the thought of touching him is revolting. Even starting over was impossible.

"This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. After all the shit you put me through, and you come to me saying this?" You yelled, exasperated.

He bent his head down. "I'm still in love with you. I was stupid to fuck other girls, when i know you're home waiting for me. I.. i kept contacting you because i didn't want you to forget about me. That's the last thing i want in my life."

He looked at you, his tears falling every time he blinks, dribbling to his chin and onto the cold, hard concrete. "I want to try again. I can't go a day without you anymore. Please."

A million questions ran through your mind, but only a word came out. "Why?"

"I will change. I promise. I will change to whoever you want me to be. I will do it properly. I want you in my arms again." He was gripping your shoulders now, his hair messy and wet.

"I can’t help but think you’re a terrible person. I can go on with my life without you, Hyunjin. Get out of my life and everything will be perfect."

His legs wobbled as his knees hit the ground, his arms wrapped around your knees as he pressed his forehead against the exposed skin of your thighs. His shoulders shook as he sobbed.

"Please. Tell me how you feel and i'll leave, i'll never show my face to you again. I need to be sure." He looked up at you, lips quivering as guilt filled his bloodstream. Oh how much he regretted what he'd done to you.

"You’ll never be the person I love. Not now, not ever." You looked at him with so much hatred, you almost bit your tounge off trying to stop yourself from bashing his head. "I would rather die than be the person who climbs into bed with you at the end of the night."

He grew silent and stood up. Hands by his sides and said, "Okay." He paused and wiped the tears from his cheeks before walking away from you. "I love you, y/n."

You hoped he kept his promise.

How did it come to this, scrolling through his messages and paranoia gripping you by the neck.

How did it come to this? Hyunjin swayed you with his words and it once made your heart race but now you seeing his face had unconventionally made you want to die. You weren’t quite prepared for this feeling.

What happened with his promise of being yours? Was that just a test of courage, to see if you could even form those words in that exact order, to convince him you were his?

You knew all of his secrets and you knew who he really was and you knew what he'd been doing and you knew, you knew every time you came back home to him he smelled like another woman.

They accused you of losing your mind, they warned you about people like him but you thought to yourself, "Maybe he'll be different." Because goddamn baby, he made you feel special, he painted you a blue sky, he was too good with his words. He knew you tried to keep it fun, you tried to keep it good but your efforts were clearly not enough.

You knew you lost him, but it felt more like losing your mind. Was it you, did you say something way too honest that made him run and hide like a scared little boy? Once you thought were so much more than 'enough' to him but it's the same old questions that you asked yourself:

Weren't you enough?

Didn't you try hard enough?

Didn't you pass all his tests?

Maybe you'd known it all this time that he kept what was between you blurry, never really telling you what 'we' were or was it him and his careless vocabulary that effortlessly swept you off your feet?

Spiraling down this endless pit of confusion and secrecy, how did it get to this? Smiling when he came home, greeting him at the door and hugging him, asking him how'd school go and kiss him like you didn't know anything, like he didn't do anything wrong.

You hoped everything would be better as you sank down on your knees and cried harder than you'd ever cried.

at 1 am, Hyunjin's phone rang and he knew it's you. He picked up and ask why you called and you told him to pick you up in an hour and to bring a jacket. He smiled and hung up, wondering what you had in store for him at 1 am in the morning and he knew he would spend the next hour fretting over how he's gonna look because he always wanted to look his best in front of you even if it's just another one of your midnight drives.

2 am and he was driving down the road, with no particular place in mind and he wondered if you knew how perfect this moment was, just him and you and the world that was full of mystery and adventure that you both sought. A joke passed between you, a private one you'd had for months and your friends called you crazy because only the two of you could understand each other. Just two minds in perfect sync.

3 am and everything was shattered because he's in his bed, and all of that was just a memory that somehow crept into his dreams. 3 am, and he realized you're no longer with him and it's not him on the driver's seat of the car anymore.

4 am and Hyunjin was tossing and turning, and he couldn't go back to sleep because all he was thinking about was you again and he thought he was over it and he was not. 4 am, and his heart wrenched when he thought about your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about the things you loved. 4 am, and he's thinking you're with Jaehyun and that should be him, that should be him, that should be him.

5 am and Hyunjin had given up all hopes of going back to sleep because it's one of those nights where he couldn't help but think about what might have been if he had been enough. 5 am and those nights with you were gone, 5 am and those jokes were forgotten, 5 am and you're not here with him for real.

Jaehyun looked for you. He asked your friends, He asked his friends. But they all said the same thing, 'She was looking for you a while ago.'

He pressed the button on his phone, the light illuminated his face under the dark sky. 5 missed calls from you.

He cursed to himself and pressed the call button, chewing his bottom lip as he tapped his feet on the concrete as he leaned back on his car seat. "Please, pick up." He muttered.

You didn't pick up. He was pulling his phone away from his ear to try and call you again but he was surprised from the notification that came from Yukhei.

'Jihyo said she's at home.'

"Fuck." He sighed, running his hands over his face as he peered over the backseat, the lonely basket filled with snacks that he was planning to empty with you as he took you away from the party.

He quickly scrolled down his contacts and pressed the call button again.

"Hey, Jihyo. What happened? Y/n won't pick up my calls."

Jaehyun heard her sigh as a door closed behind her. He heard rustling, sounding like Jihyo just sat down.

"It was Hyunjin."

Jaehyun knew guys like Hwang Hyunjin, and when Jihyo told him what he did to you, he wasn't a bit surprised. Just angry, very angry.

As Jihyo told him what happened, he couldn't help but wanting to hug you and tell you everything would be okay. He fisted his palms until his knuckles turned white when he heard Hyunjin cheated on you. He'd beat him up for you if you told him to. When Jihyo said you needed time to be alone, Jaehyun listened. You didn't let anyone go inside the room with you, you didn't want to talk to anyone. Jihyo said that you were already sleeping after crying so much.

Jaehyun and Jihyo didn't talk about you again and ended the call. He thanked Jihyo for telling him what happened.

It was 2 weeks after Hyunjin said he'd leave your life.

You were seated on the plush of the booth, a warm cup of milk giving you the warmth you needed. You watched as the bell on top of the door jingled. He entered the room and scanned the cafe. His eyes landed on you and he smiled.

"How are you?" He slid into the booth. His dainty hands covered yours, his cold rings giving you a jolt.

"I'm good now." You paused, and looked at him.

"I'm sorry for disappearing for like.. 2 weeks."

He chuckled and shook his head, obviously trying to lighten the mood and wipe the frown on your eyebrows. "Hey.. it's okay. You know i'll always be here."

"I'm sure you heard what happened."

Jaehyun clicked his tounge, playing with your fingers and turning the metallic band on your pinky. "Yes, i have. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

You thought about it, he's got a point. Hyunjin was out of your life for good, and you'd like to keep it that way. "You know what? you're right. Let's talk about something else."

"Did you know that i filled a whole basket with snacks for you and me, only to eat them myself at home?"

"Thanks for the guilt trip. What do you want to order? my treat."

He ordered an espresso. He was beautiful.

It rained and it rained hard. Hard enough to flush away all the bad thoughts and you solely focused on the man sitting in front of you.

You were talking about a new song that you've been listening to. Jaehyun listened with a smile even though you were sure he wasn't listening. He looked at you with such intensity that it made you ask,

"Do you have anything to say? You've literally had that smile for 5 minutes now, what are you-"

"Let's date."

That shut you up. You had definitely been thinking about it. The thought of dating him felt like a new beginning that you'd been waiting for.

"I know you feel the same way, Y/n. Let's date."

"I was about to say yes anyway, but okay."

You both held hands as you sipped the warm liquid that warmed your heart even more. Jaehyun was smiling like an idiot until he kissed you, his smile still plastered the whole time.

You ran your hand over your hair, only to have it swatted away. He played a lock of your hair and twirled it between his finger.

"I don't have anything to do tonight. Do you want to go out or stay in?"

You turned to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Let's go out."

"Where?"

"I don't know?"

He lightly pushed you, "You always say that."

"Let's figure it out on the car."

You left the bedroom, tripping over an unopened box on the floor as Jaehyun snickered behind you. You glared at him and he looked at a nonexistent dust on his shoulder.

You remembered the first time that you slept over. You pulled the simple line of 'your bed is comfier than mine, let me sleep over.' and now your toothbrush and clothes was in his house. You basically lived with him.

Every second you spent with him felt like heaven.

Even the time where he dug the trash to help you look for one of your airpods because you thought you accidentally threw it out while cleaning the house. It was heaven when you went to a concert after getting high with him. You wondered if that even happened or was it just a dream or a thought you had while you were high.

It has been 5 months that you were dating. And you loved every second of it. To even say that you love it was an understatement. It excites you to the point of reaching an unfamiliar degree.

You almost, just almost bought a ring and proposed to him even though you were young and marrying someone that early was too far off from what a 10 year old you would think, when Jaehyun remembered the time that you mentioned you had light sensitivity, and started to wake up early and open all the windows, but he always closes them before you wake up.

You smiled on the seat of his car as he drove by without a particular direction. He lowered the windows down, letting the evening fresh air wash over you. He looked at you with adoration in his eyes. And a coy smile on his lips. Those lips that said the sweetest things.

You looked down at the little white rimmed picture stuck on his dashboard.

It was you and Jaehyun, arms flailing in the air as a pile of thrifted clothes and accessories were piled up beneath, and behind you. You had gone thrift shopping with him, and accidentally made him addicted to it. He always invited you every time he had free time to go pick out some clothes and it was a new thing to talk about. It was nice seeing him excited.

The sun was setting, and you hadn't noticed that Jaehyun had stopped the car.

With a loud click, he opened the door. "Let's sit out here. The sun's setting."

You exited the car and walked up to him, slowing down to sit on a perfect, green patch of grass that tickled your skin.

Jaehyun sat beside you as you engraved the sight to your memory. Him with a sunset.

You suddenly felt a rush in you, every second was difficult as your heart started racing. There couldn't be a better moment than now. You glanced at him, mentally preparing yourself as if you were in a kind of competition. He looked at you and cocked a brow, a silent 'what?'

So he did notice you were acting weird, "Is the sun setting in the wrong direction? What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I love you."

It came out of your mouth quickly as your face becomes red, heartbeat too fast to tame. He was surprised and his mouth was left agape. Until he showed those dimples and said the same thing.

"I love you too."

That was how you said your first i love you's. Now, you were on your knees in front him as he muttered, "So we ended up staying home."

Jaehyun knew he loved it when your lips were on his neck, but on a Saturday evening with both of you loving eachother, everything seemed so much more perfect.

"Fuck," he groaned, "You have no idea what just seeing you on your knees in front of me does to me," he said, running his hand over your cheek before dropping his hands to undo the buckle of the belt and unzip his jeans.

"What are you doing to me?" He murmured, sliding his boxers down, freeing his hardness.

"Give me your hand," he said, holding out his hand. You placed your hand in his and he guided it over to himself, wrapping your hand around his cock with a quiet groan. You looked up at him he groaned again, threading his hands in your hair.

"You're too fucking perfect for me." he said, pain flashing across his face.

"I want you. I want all of you. I don't see anyone else, Jaehyun... Just you." The words came out easily, you were sure of this, loving him and everything about him.

"Fuck," he muttered bending down and placing a kiss on your head before straightening out.

"Open your mouth," he said, grabbing your jaw and rubbing circles into it with his thumb. "Open your mouth and take me in."

You obeyed and opened your mouth, guiding him over to you. You licked your lips before tentatively wrapping them around his tip.

Jaehyun groaned and tightened his hold in your hair. "Bigger, kitten," he said, still rubbing soothing circles into your jaw.

You dropped your jaw and took more of him in. He groaned, holding your head in place as he sunk into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You made a sound of surprise, your eyes watering slightly as he stayed there.

"Look at me," Jaehyun said, sliding both hands behind your head.

You looked up at him and he sunk further, going down your throat and making your eyes close briefly at him filling you up until you almost felt as if you were choking although somehow, not in an unpleasant way.

"Are you mine?" You nodded and Jaehyun took a deep breath, reminding himself to move slow with you. "Fuck yes, you are," he growled, sliding out of your mouth and letting you catch your breath before he slid back in. Your eyes shut and you slid your tongue along him.

"Fuck," Jaehyun groaned. "You're perfect. I'm going to really fuck that pretty mouth," he growled possessively. You opened your mouth and he pushed back in. He groaned and guided you down his whole length before pulling you back, repeating the motion over and over until. He stared down at you and moaned, watching you bob back and forth.

He prided himself on stamina but the sight of you sucking him off, the humility he felt that the woman in front of him wanted him like this, it had him feeling sensitive much faster than he was used to.

"I'm close, princess." Jaehyun warned.

You surprised him by speeding up, moving faster, sucking him in deeper and making him moan. He held your head in place when he finished, sinking himself down into your throat as he came. He stayed in your mouth for a moment, panting. He slowly pulled out and you took in a deep breath, wiping your mouth and looking up at him with your beautiful eyes he adored so much.

"Did I do okay?" You asked, you knew you did. You just wanted to hear him praise you.

"Did you..." Jaehyun trailed off, shaking his head

and not believing what he was hearing. He bent down and picked you up, tossing you on the bed and kissing up your legs, sliding your shirt up.

"Yes, kitten. You did more than okay. That was the best fucking blow job I've ever had and I want to show you just how much I appreciate it," he said, tugging down your leggings and underwear.

"You want me to show you how much I liked it, kitten? You want me to put my mouth on you and make you cum?" He asked, kissing your inner thigh and looking up at you.

You nodded eagerly. "Yes."

Jaehyun didn't move right away, he just stared up at you, wondering how it was possible someone like you could ever want to be with a person like him. He stared at you so long you started feeling self-conscious.

"What?" you asked, a blush forming under his gaze.

For him, you were the embodiment of perfection, and he never wanted to lose you.

"Nothing," Jaehyun said, swallowing hard. "Nothing. You're just so fucking beautiful," he said, dropping his head between your legs.

"My love." he murmured too quiet for you to hear before he moved his tongue over you, reveling in the reward of hearing you moan.

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artsoupsoupart · 4 years ago

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I don’t know if you’re doing prompts, but if you are.. Can you write a hicsqueak fic, please. A spell mishap of meddling young witches resulted in Cackle’s and Pentangle’s castles merging. Hecate and Pippa woke up on their now joint bed. Their wardrobe and chambers are merged too and it took them a whole week (maybe longer) to fix it and find the culprits. Thanks! Love your hicsqueak fics btw

It’s not exactly the prompt but I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it took so long, it’s been like 3 weeks but it kinda got out of hand lol! Also: I’m not not taking prompts, but I write slow so if anyone sends one, sorry if it takes a while to get it filled!

Cacktangle’s Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27270871

“Lights out, girls,” Hecate bellows as she glides down the corridors. Around her, doors shut closed and lights turn off as young witches clad in matching pajamas scurry into their rooms from their friends’. Each one bids her goodnight (some more confidently than others), something that didn’t use to happen, and she can’t quite pinpoint when it had started. Perhaps she had gone soft in the last few years. Not that she necessarily minds. Anymore.

She’s just about finished with her rounds when one Azura Moon slips out of her door and wraps her arms around Hecate’s middle.

“Good night, Miss Hardbroom” the girl says as she smiles, as wide as she ever does. Hecate still freezes at the contact she should be used to after two years (especially because Azura takes every opportunity to hug her and for some reason she just can’t tell the girl to stop) but she does eventually return the embrace, tapping the tips of her fingers against the girl’s shoulder, silently noting not for the first time how much taller she’s gotten.

Then she’s turning the perpetually exuberant witch away from her and to her room. “Good night, Azura. And do tell Miss Jones she has precisely three seconds to return to her own room.”

Hecate doesn’t even get the opportunity to begin her countdown when the other girl pokes her head out of the room with a sigh. Azura simply continues to smile as she hugs her friend and they part ways for the night. When the door shuts behind Azura, Hecate stops and listens. With Isabella securely in her room in the Citrine hall, the castle seems quite enough. Even Mildred is tucked away in her room, though she’s not sleeping by any means. But Hecate won’t disturb the girl tonight. Not when she knows Mildred has been staying up later and later to research witching colleges (a fact that brings the older witch a bit of joy). Instead, Hecate transfers directly to her rooms for the night.

She takes extra care getting ready for bed. Her shower is hotter and filled with lavender essence. The last few showers had been quick spells after long, tiresome days and they definitely weren’t as satisfying. She chooses a softer, silkier nightgown and takes her time moisturizing. By the time she settles at her vanity to call Pippa, Hecate is relaxed and pliable and she begins brushing out her dark locks.

“Good evening, darling,” Pippa grins through the mirror when it connects. She’s already lying in bed, propped against her plethora of pillows. Her hair is slightly wavy from being freshly washed and it fans out against the pink silk, her face free of makeup and her freckles on full display. This is perhaps Hecate's favorite Pippa, relaxed and serene, unencumbered of being headmistress and modern magic activist. She’s delicate in a way that she can’t be during waking hours and Hecate feels a bit of pride at being one of few who has gotten to see her this way.

"Evening, Pippa," Hecate smirks. "You look comfortable."

The blonde snorts and launches into the events of her day. The tale is one filled with students who could stand to be more observant, mischievous fae friends, and strict council members. All things Pippa had had to deal with more or less by herself due to her deputy being otherwise preoccupied in securing more scholarships for next year.

"But that's all in the past, Hiccup. I'm already better," the blonde breathes out. "Tell me about your day, darling."

As Hecate recalls about her day, she notices the glassy, dreamy look that passes over Pippa’s eyes. That look that lets her know that while the blonde is definitely still listening, she’s daydreaming, most likely about her hair. Pippa has always been weird about Hecate’s hair. Smitten. That’s the look. Hecate now knows that she saw this look many, many times when they were teens and she’s been on the receiving end of the look more times that she can count since they’ve started dating, but it still makes her heart flutter.

“I love brushing your hair,” Pippa mumbles. It’s as if she just let out a secret as tanned cheeks blush a brilliant red and the blonde looks away from the mirror.

“Yes, I know you do,” Hecate says, as casually as she can manage.

“I would do it every night if I could,” she says, referring to brushing. It only makes Hecate smile wider and she reminds her that while that would be fantastic, they have other responsibilities that prevent that. The petulant look on Pippa’s face is almost comical as she huffs and pouts. Hecate simply placates her that she’ll be able to do so when she visits, whenever time allows. The two go on to talk in soft hushed tones as Hecate herself settles into bed for the night, falling asleep together without ending their call.

Meanwhile, back in the Ruby corridor, two very awake and very excited witches sit in front of their mirror, whispering away to their friend.

“Come on, Izzy! Think of it! Addy is going to be at Pentangle’s most of the time. And we’re going to be here. Wouldn’t it be great if we could just open our wardrobe and boom? We’re there or she’s here.”

The redhead purses her lips in thought. The Addy in questions has hope in her eyes as she holds up the spell they can do to essentially make a portal connecting the two rooms. It’s restricted use of magic but it would be nice to visit whenever they wanted. “Okay, fine! What do we do?”

So, they set to work. Addy lists off the ingredients and directions while Azura mixes them together. Izzy then takes the combination of ingredients and crawls into the wardrobe.

“We should put in a clause! That no other people here or at Pentangle’s can find the door.”

“Especially, HB.”

“Oh yeah, she’d go bats.”

So, they add a few lines to the spell and with slightly shaky hands, Izzy closes her eyes and begins the spell. Her hands trace the back panel of the closet and then she knocks three times. All three girls wait and wait and wait, confused until the light pulls at the edge and a new door forms.

“It worked! We did it!” Azura whisper-squeals before crawling through the new door.

Hecate wakes slowly as her alarm charm tings to life at 6 AM. With eyes still closed she lifts a hand to silence the charm, breathing deeply and stretching like a cat, back arched and limbs straight. And suddenly there is a set of arms and legs, warm and secure around her own body. Her eyes shoot open. She stiffens. She wants to panic immediately. A voice in her head that sounds suspiciously like a certain blonde tells her to Breathe, Hecate. Assess. Her gaze looks down to the hands now around her middle. Pink nails, tanned arms. Pippa?

“Pippa?” She questions out loud, voice still raspy from sleep. And then she turns as gently as she can. It doesn’t stop her from startling the blonde, whose hazel eyes fly open as she lets out a high-pitched squeak.

“Hiccup?!” The blonde puts a bit of space between them, chest heaving as she stares at her. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“Your bed? Pippa, you are in my bedroom.”

Pippa looks around, gathering her bearings, surprised that she is in fact not in her own bed, or even her own room. So many of her things, however, are perfectly placed. Her soft pink silk pillows differ greatly with Hecate’s deep burgundy duvet. Her creme bedside chair had made it to the room. Her favorite blanket and the plush donut Hecate won at the All Hallows’ Eve festival the year before sits on said chair. Her jewelry box and makeup reside on Hecate’s otherwise bare vanity. It’s as if she’s moved in overnight.

“I don’t understand.”

“Neither. Do. I.” Hecate’s brows are furrowed as she looks around. “But we’re going to find out.”

With that, Hecate throws on her leather robe. She pauses briefly to hand Pippa one of her others, opening the wardrobe to find it clustered with bright sky blues and soft pinks. Light washed jeans that increase to pairs of black leather are neatly hung. There’s pumps and sneakers and flip flops in just about every color. It’s as if her wardrobe has been split right down the middle, the two sides now contrasting so vibrantly. One being a rainbow of color and the other darker and subdued. Hecate’s eyes almost bulge out of her head, but Pippa silently places a hand on her shoulder as she reaches for her own robe in the wardrobe.

As a habit, Pippa slips her fingers between Hecate’s and all but drags her from the bedroom. The living space is even more spliced than the bedroom with the large windows from Pentangles’ front and center letting in the bit of sunlight that has already started to peak through the morning clouds. It stops them both in their tracks, but Hecate quickly recovers. They don’t have time to dwell on just how strange this is. They have to figure out what’s going on and fast.

They twist and turn through the castle until they reach an equally distraught Ada, who is attempting to calm a fuming Miss Tapioca, whose kitchen is now cluttered with items from the other school and arranged differently. Hecate and Pippa cautiously approach when the familiar faced teachers arrive. Dimity rounds the corner with Abigail, Pentangle’s fitness witch. Peter and Christopher, the flying instructor and librarian, arrive with Theodore Daisy and Lavinia Crotchet, Cackle's new chanting instructor. Soon the entirety of both staffs are ushered into the Teacher’s lounge, which unsurprisingly has also been combined with the one at Pentangle’s.

“Did anyone cast any renovation spells recently, any chants?” Ada asks when Hecate finally gets the room to quiet.

All the teachers shake their heads in unison.

"No, a staff member didn't do this.” Hecate says, eyes squinted in thought. “A student did. The magic, while definitely strong is highly simple and misguided." "Well then," Ada starts, "we need to find the stu-"

An eruption of chatter and a knock at the office door stops the headmistress in her tracks. Hecate flicks her wrist to reveal Mildred with the rest of the sixth years behind her. Surely the other young witches are not far away.

"Miss Cackle," Mildred stumbles inside, eyes wide and confused. "I woke up early because I just know we're going to have a pop quiz in advanced myths and legends, and I got out of bed and Melinda Merriweather from Pentangle's was in my room! And her things. Her bed, her posters, her clothing. Everything."

"Mildred Hubble," Hecate begins. The girl starts to say something, but the witch holds up her hand. "All students are to report to the field. Pentangle's and Cackle's, organized by year and name."

Mildred's mouth drops open, but she simply nods instead of rebutting. Perhaps she has learned something in her two years as head girl. Ever the lead, Mildred turns around and addresses her fellow classmates and the girls shuffle outside. It's loud and the lines will definitely not be neat, but Hecate has at least bought the two staffs a bit of time to devise a solution.

"So, the whole school has been, what? Merged?" Pippa asks.

"It would seem so." Hecate flexes her fingers in thought. "We'll have to do a thorough inspection, but with the amount of merging that seems to have happened it might take weeks to undo."

Dimity, who had been watching the girls file out to the field, adds, "It could take months."

The entire room stops. Eyes searching eyes for some type of hope that it doesn't take months to restore order.

"Well," Ada tries to smile, "Let's hope that's not the case. Now, let’s quickly find a solution for today. Those students can’t stand outside forever.”

It takes all of five minutes for the headmistresses and deputies to quickly form a plan. The students will be given a free day of no classes while the staff members catalogue the damage done, that is after they find the perpetrators. Then they’ll decide how to best proceed in educating their students. They are, after all, witching (and wizarding) academies first.

With a plan for the witches and wizards, the teachers file outside after casting freshening spells and changing their clothes. Pippa and her deputy address the Pentangle’s students and let them in on the details of what’s happening. Hecate, though, immediately turns on her strict and scary facade (though she’s quite pleased at how well the girls have followed direction. She wants to praise them, but now is not the time).

"Mildred Hubble?” She stands in front of the girl, brow raised.

“It wasn’t me, Miss Hardbroom. I promise! I haven’t caused any trouble in months. Promise!”

Hecate squints her eyes at the teenager. The deputy head scans the lines of girls, eyes blazing. Some cower, some look utterly bored. She turns to the next trio of suspicion. Beatrice, Sybil, and Clarice all shake their heads when her eyes land on them. No, not them. Hecate lifts her head, sniffing the wind as a lioness to her prey. Her feet lead her to where the third years have lined up. Head tilted; she walks the line. Walks and walks until she stops right in front of the exact girls, bending down slowly to meet them eye to eye.

“Azura Moon and Isabella Jones.”

“We’re sorry, Miss Hardbroom.” The young redhead blurts out immediately. For once, Azura, the perpetually cheerful girl, looks positively stricken with fear. “We didn’t mean to merge the booth schools. Just our doors. Like Narnia.”

“We just wanted to see Addy.” Azura interjects.

The girls talk in tandem, explaining their reasoning. Adelaide cautiously takes her place by the girls, with Pippa in tow. All the while Hecate grows more and more red, her back straightening to her tallest height.

“Silence!” She hisses as her eyes blaze into the three very shocked, very scared third years. Had this been another time, perhaps a few years ago, Hecate thinks she would simply snap. Instead, she lets the steam shoot from her ears and lets out a stiff breath. Pippa’s doing. With clipped words and fire still in her eyes, she continues. “Azura Moon. Isabella Jones. And Adelaide Peppercorn. You three will have detention every day until this is fixed.”

Azura opens her mouth to speak but thinks differently when Miss Hardbroom’s piercing cold eyes snap to her. “Get ready for the day. Breakfast will be served early, and every student must return to their newly merged room until Headmistress Cackle and Headmistress Pentangle formulate a solution. No student will be caught outside of their room without permission lest they want to join these three in detention.”

And with that, the Cackle’s witches were dismissed, shuffling away with the softest whispers. Pippa then dismisses the Pentangle’s students, who follow the others inside.

“Well, I suppose we should join the students for breakfast and then take inventory of the damage.” Ada says.

Breakfast is.... a struggle to say the least, but they manage it well enough. Miss Tapioca and Miss Cassava have their spats resulting in a mix of a meal. There’s a mix of cold oats and bright fruits. None of the dishes match, which Miss Tapioca scowls at in disgust. The now enlarged Great Hall luckily added the necessary tables and even extended the teacher’s table to sit everyone, so they’re not strapped for space. The hall is buzzing with chatter as some of the young teens fawn over being with their friends, others over the wizards they’ll be sharing space with for the foreseeable future with. (A message will have to be sent out to the parents. There will definitely be quite a few upset families). Hecate has half a mind to punish everyone and make the students eat separately and in total silence but her own thoughts of how to separate the two schools overtake disciplining at the moment.

After breakfast, the students are all sent to their rooms and the staff begins their inspection. Most of the classrooms are heavily bound together. The bedrooms too. The only rooms that can realistically be separated sooner rather than later surprisingly seem to be the storage rooms. Everything else will take at least a week, some more. Even some wards from Pentangle’s have replicated themselves at Cackle’s, making some of their own unstable. It’ll take well over a week to reverse those.

The stress of the situation radiates off the blonde, but she gives Hecate no chance to comfort her, choosing instead to fully delve into the title of headmistress. But Hecate knows it’s clawing at her to see her school not be her school. Pippa and her deputy depart soon after a plan is made to begin the separation to check on the Pentangle’s location. In the meantime, Hecate busies herself with potions needed to fix the wards.

Pippa rings about two hours later and to the untrained eye she looks reasonably and understandably stressed. But Hecate notices the red that rims her eyes, the way her mouth is down turned. There’s a brittleness to her voice. She knows Pippa won’t let it show (she never does) but the blonde is positively devastated.

“At least the young wizards’ rooms aren’t combined with the girls. It’ll be easy to get them back to Pentangle’s when the time comes.” Pippa attempts to find some silver lining of this situation before she informs them that they’re headed back. The subtle wobble in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed to Hecate. Had she had the time, she’d call her privately, let her cry and rant and feel. Instead, she has three third years in detention to attend to.

Azura, Isabella, and Adelaide arrive to the potions’ lab five minutes before Hecate. They’re seated at the cauldrons, with guilty faces. The dark witch materializes at her desk in the middle of the room, the palms of her hands planted on the spokes of her chair.

“Open your witches’ code.” She speaks lowly. Knowing this punishment will last at least a week, she’ll start their disciplining simple enough. For every code they broke, the girls will write and rewrite and rewrite line after line until it’s memorized. Then she’ll figure some other punishment, perhaps a particularly challenging potion. Either way, she’s certain they’ll never use magic so recklessly again.

When she returns to her rooms after detention and bedtime rounds, Hecate is both shocked and pleased to see Pippa already there. But her heart immediately breaks when she sees her sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, staring off into space as if she’s lost in thought.

“Pippa?”

The blonde turns to her, tears hanging just off the edge of her eyes. Though the room isn’t very large, Hecate transfers right to Pippa, pulling her against her chest. Pippa’s breath shudders. No tears fall, Pippa’s holding back the urge to fully sob. Hecate holds her tighter when she feels her press her nose to her neck, puffs of air hot against it. Pippa’s body shakes and shudders but she never lets the tears come, something worries Hecate immensely.

“Pippa,” Hecate tries again. She receives a small shake of her head, so they sit there silently until Pippa mumbles that she’s ready to go to bed.

The next morning Pippa is as bright as she can be, refusing to talk about the situation outside of what needs to be done. For the rest of the week, the two schools attempt to find some sort of common ground. For the most part, they can continue as they normally would. Some classes have been combined. Dimity and Abigail have a blast sharing exercises for the students while Lavinia and Pippa mesh together traditional and modern chants. Others are left as they were before, something that relieves a bit of Hecate’s stress as she doesn’t have to share her classroom or curriculum. They continue on and slowly, day by day, something gets undone and returned back to its proper place.

...

Wednesday morning breakfast announcements the next week begin with a chiming of bells. Cackle’s is full of life in a way it has never been before. Students in purple vests file in next to witches in grey dresses, chatting a mile a minute even at the early hour as they pile oats and fruit into their bowls. The setup of the great hall is awkward and a bit too crowded, but surprisingly it’s been an easy adjustment. The easiest parts of Pentangle’s have been returned to their proper place. Spells and potions have been brewed for the corners. The two schools have only been joined for six days, but they’re working like a semi well-oiled machine. Each morning Ada or Pippa announce what part of the school has been returned and an estimate of their time remaining. It’s not much of one as they try to keep hope alive but not too high. Only a few of the students have been caught sneaking out to the wizards’ corridors and vice versa, joining Azura, Isabella and Adelaide in detention.

Pippa is just finishing her announcements when someone from the crowd interjects, “But, Miss Pentangle, what about movie night?”

“It was supposed to be this Friday,” another little wizard steps forward to say.

“Oh,” Pippa starts, stumbling in surprise. “Well, I suppose we will just have to postpone the movie night until we return to Pentangle’s.”

Every single wizard and witch from the modern academy groans in disappointment. It radiates throughout the room as the Cackles’ girls’ mouth “movie night?” at each other.

“I know you all were looking forward to it, but good witches and wizards always look for the bright prospect in gloomy situations. A postponement is not a cancellation.” Pippa reminds them. That gets them nodding and some even try to convince their friends that it’s alright, but the atmosphere in the great hall is discontented and unhappy as students file off to classes for the day.

Hecate transfers directly to the potions’ laboratory when breakfast ends, checking the supplies. Between practically doubling the amount of ingredients used in class for both schools and the amount necessary for the separation, each ingredient must be heavily inspected and accounted for. Her back is turned to the young first year witches who dutifully take their places at their cauldrons when she overhears one mention how unfortunate it is that Pentangle’s can’t have their movie night. Another agrees in a soft whisper. What causes her ears to perk is when one of her students mentions Pippa and how the headmistress seemed just as disappointed as her students. Normally, she wouldn’t give such gossip a second thought, but she can’t help but question how Pippa is feeling after having to console her more than once.

And they’re right. Pippa has been off kilter since announcing the postponing of their school wide movie night. Hecate definitely remembers the blonde gushing about how fantastical it would be a few weeks ago. They had been on a mirror call and the blonde had gone on and on about popped corn and fizzy drinks and a movie or two projected outside, under the stars.

Hecate enters Pippa’s office after detention, tapping on the open door.

“Pippa, you need to rest.”

Unbeknownst to many people, Pippa is a worrier. She’d like to be known as the put together, awe inspiring super witch many have made her out to be, but the truth is she stresses more than she would ever let on. She had worried herself sick when applying for Weirdsister’s. Every competition, every presentation, every speech she’s ever had to give has been rewritten, rehearsed, and regurgitated to perfection. Because she is Perfect Pippa and right now Perfect Pippa’s perfect academy is a jumbled mess.

“My school, Hiccup,” her eyes water just as they did the first night. This time, though, they streak down her face, the dam finally broken.

The brunette kneels at Pippa’s feet, taking her hands in her own. “Your school isn’t a building, Pipsqueak. You know that.”

The blonde nods, “I know.”

“And you know you’re doing the best you can to still adequately provide for every student and faculty member.” She goes on to say. Pippa nods again. “It’s not just you who has to fix this and it’s not your fault.”

Pippa sighs and presses a hand to a pale cheek. “Between waking up here and seeing Pentangle’s empty, like a dismembered puzzle and just having to figure things out I...” she trails off, a lump in her throat and tears welling up once more.

Hecate raises up to grab a few of the light pink tissues in the desk. She brushes away tears that threaten to drip down Pippa’s chin and hands the blonde a couple more. “It’s alright. You can’t let yourself take on all of the responsibility, Pippa.”

Then she smiles. It’s watery and sad, but Pippa smiles and Hecate thinks perhaps it’s the first time she’s seen a true one in days. “When did you become the sensible one?”

Hecate scoffs, “I always have been.” And with that, she presses the smallest and sweetest kiss to the hand that is still clutched in her own. The one against her cheek guides her forward for a real kiss. The dark witch finally convinces Pippa to leave her office, to return to their room and rest just a bit. They sit in silence, curled together on the couch before Hecate must take her leave to ensure every witch and wizard are in bed.

During her nightly rounds, Hecate takes the stairs to the old but still familiar room in the tower. She silently greets the bats that hover outside before transferring into the room unannounced.

“Mildred Hubble,” Hecate begins, startling the girl who had been studying. “I require your assistance. Report to the potions’ lab after classes tomorrow.” She raises her hand to transfer away but she pauses. “And do bring Miss Spellbody, Miss Hallow and Miss Foxglove.” Then she’s gone, leaving a stunned Mildred, mouth in a small “O”.

The next afternoon, after classes have finished for the day, Mildred finds herself leading Maud, Ethel, and Felicity down the corridors of Cacktangle’s. She already feels her head throbbing after trying to convince a still skeptical Ethel that she wasn’t trying to play a prank on her. Though, she should get her back for the soap incident that may or may not have happened in the Pentangle’s pool a few days before. She puts it on her mental to-do list. (Just because they’re older and fight with each other less doesn’t mean they can’t play a few tricks every now and then).

“And Miss Hardbroom didn’t tell you why she needed us,” Ethel asks — well, states — for the tenth time.

“No, she just said to bring you,” she sighs, growing more and more frustrated with the blonde.

“Weird. Miss Hardbroom always has a reason for whatever she wants,” Ethel mutters to herself. “Are you sure?”

“Ethel! Why would I lie about Miss Hardbroom needing us?” Mildred tries her hardest not to shout as she pushes open the door to reveal a potions’ lab littered with small bags for popcorn and candy and sugary drinks. Isabella is cutting red and yellow card stock while Azura twines on little twist-ties around baggies filled with lollipops and bubble gum. In another corner, Adelaide is taking inventory of the beverages. Hecate is in the back of the lab, finger pointed as she checks off item after item on a piece of paper, and she looks up when she hears the girls gasp in shock.

Without wasting a second, Hecate puts Felicity on movie duty, her maglet instantly unlocked as she tracks down the topmost popular movies and activities for the uninterested. Ethel, having just mastered a penmanship spell, is set to work on signs and labels. Maud and Mildred are sent to round up any and every spare blanket, comforter, and pillow for their guests.

Detention (or extra tutoring as most consider it but would never let Hecate know) normally lasts an hour. When Hecate had gone to dismiss the girls, saying they’d rather help, she’s shocked that they refused and continued going on. They continue for another two hours until they’re finished. It’s a gesture she’s not sure she’s really received from anyone outside of Pippa, Ada and the Cackle’s staff, this extra voluntary assistance. Hecate definitely isn’t one to ask for help outright. So, they stay until it’s time to ready for bed. The potions’ teacher shuffles the girls, who are both exhausted and buzzing with excitement, off to their rooms.

Hecate is just about to transfer away when Azura calls her name. The instant she turns, head high and brows raised in question, she’s enveloped in that familiar hug again.

When the girl pulls away, she sports a sleepy smile after she yawns into her elbow. “It’s really cool of you to give the Pentangle's students their movie night.” She giggles at the pinched expression on Hecate’s face before skipping back into her room with a soft but cheery “Good night, Miss Hardbroom.”

Breakfast on Friday morning is quiet, none of the Pentangle’s students are very talkative. They're all still upset of their postponed movie night. There had been talk that there would still be one as most were skeptical of Felicity and her inquiries the day before but since word hadn’t come from any of the teachers, the students shrugged it off as Felicity simply being an aspiring journalist. Had she not been so utterly exhausted the night before; Hecate would have told Pippa and they would have had an announcement at the ready. Instead, she had showered and brushed out her hair before slipping into the warmth of the bed that's only been increased by the presence of an extra body. She still has some last minute preparations to do before the first class begins (and to tell Ada -- something she had neglected to do in her haste) so instead she'll just have to announce the movie night at lunch.

The time rolls around and she stands from the teacher's table and walks to the front, following slightly behind Ada. Pippa had been obviously confused when she had walked away with an almost ominous smile. Everyone grows silent and suddenly Hecate is transported to the countless amounts of times she had been forced to speak in front of her peers. Her palms sweat. The unnoticeable tendrils of hair that have fallen from her bun tickle at her neck. But like then, she looks out to the crowd and finds confused hazel eyes waiting for hers and she breathes easier.

Ada starts with a sweet “Good morning, everyone” and then launches into a reminder that Pentangle’s magical maze is still off limits as it continues to change every hour instead of every Friday, making it very easy for any and everyone to get lost. She then turns to Hecate for their special announcement.

She sniffs, tilting her head upward, “All students will be excused from their final periods in order to prepare for,” Hecate pauses for effect. “Special cinematic viewings of select entertainment beginning at 6 pm.”

There’s chatter instantly which Hecate lets go on as she steps down from the stage and back over to the teachers’ table.

“Hecate, did you?” Pippa starts to say.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“You did!” The blonde’s eyes brighten and glaze over slightly. She drops her voice. “That’s why you were working late last night. Oh, Hecate you didn’t have to.”

With shoulders high and a smile, she tries not to let show, Hecate says “Yes, well...”

There’s absolute hearts in Pippa’s eyes. She leans closer to Hecate who tries her hardest to keep a neutral expression when she says, “Remind me to kiss you silly later.”

The school vibrates with energy after lunch. While most of the Pentangles students are out for the day (Hecate still finds Pippa’s insistence of having four day weeks strange) the halls are cluttered, and excitement is in the air. Cackle’s has never had a movie night. Hecate can recall previous students mention is once or twice, but she’s sure she had always turned down the idea with a stern look and a hissing denial.

Now, however, she’s sitting on a blush pink plush quilt on the grass as the sun sets, behind over one hundred students, waiting for the blonde to return from the makeshift concessions. Pippa had known she’d want a bit of their privacy and picked a near perfect spot. The nearest students happen to be Mildred and company and even they are well out of earshot. Dimity and Abigail are to the other side, though they’re a bit less covered in shadows.

There were supposed to be only two movies shown before curfew began, but Hecate had been convinced by more than one student and staff member for just one more. She folded. It’s not like she’d be watching it anyway. She had already sat through two supposed classics, one being about a group of teen witches dabbling in dark magic with no thought of the repercussions and thus reaping what they sow. When the second movie had ended she turned to a very comfortable Pippa, who had been laying against her side at the back of the audience and asked if she could transfer them. Now they’re taking the final stairs to the top of a quiet tower.

“What will the students think?”

Hecate rolls her eyes at the playful tone, “I am a very powerful witch, Pippa. The students wouldn’t dare say anything to me. They’d have to be worried for an entirely different reason.”

“Oh? You would finally pretend to be the big, bad potions’ mistress you aspire to be?”

They exit the door to the tower, high up with the stars when Hecate pulls Pippa to her, nose to nose. “I do not pretend. I am all that you say and more.” She takes Pippa’s breath away, who melts against her embrace. Pippa wouldn’t have even looked away had it not been for Hecate’s own urging her to look around. Red candles outline the group of fluffy pillows, a darker burgundy blanket and darker plush blankets are scattered around for when the wind gets to be too much. There’s wine and dessert and the twinkling stars in the night sky. Hecate twirls her hand and the soft melody of a timeless chant begins to play around them.

The couple settle against the pillows, making themselves comfortable. Hecate pulls Pippa close, one arm around her middle and the other resting on her thigh. They laugh together in hushed tones as to not give away their location. Pippa keeps her promise to kiss her girlfriend silly and Hecate almost, just almost, concedes to sleeping atop the tower for just one night Hiccup, please? They don’t, though she does let Pippa lean against her as she rests for a few precious minutes before transferring them to their shared room. ... One late afternoon, after almost three weeks of domesticated life, Hecate sits at the desk in her rooms, marking the last few fourth year quizzes feeling... different. She’s not as tired as she normally would be. She hasn’t even taken a wide awake potion in maybe a week even with the amount of magic she has expended in the separation process. Her mouth isn’t down turned in a frown at the missed questions and miscalculated math. She’s lighter, and her heart beats a little stronger, a little faster in time. Hecate realizes perhaps for the first time in a very long time that she’s more than content, she’s tranquil.

Hecate is lost in this thought when Pippa breezes through the door with a smile and small skip, her ponytail swinging happily behind her. As always, Pippa greets a lounging Morgana and a stoic Artemis before she primly sits on Hecate’s lap in an attempt to not wrinkle her dress (though she is done for the day) with a greeting and a kiss, arms sliding around her neck. She nuzzles her nose against Hecate’s temple as the brunette returns her embrace and it’s the most natural thing Hecate thinks she’s ever done before. Because it’s become so normal. It’s second nature, like brewing a levitation potion. Pippa, not surprisingly being headmistress, works longer days than Hecate and while she has always greeted her in this manner, the hugs and kisses seem better, warmer, just right.

She can’t have this forever, she knows. Pentangle’s is almost back to normal and then Pippa will be off again, and they’ll be distance lovers once more, meeting when they can. It tugs at Hecate’s heart that eventually she won’t wake to warm puffs of breath against her neck. That she won’t fall asleep to Pippa’s gentle snores. She won’t have to set out an extra mug for tea. The laundry will decrease, dishes too, and she’ll be left to her own devices.

“Hecate, darling, are you alright?” Pippa voice pulls Hecate out of her thoughts.

The brunette nods her head. “Just thinking.”

Pippa hums softly, “About what?”

Could she be completely and totally honest? Why not? It’s Pippa. She’s Pippa’s girlfriend (though she abhors the word) and who else could she be honest with.

“I’ll miss this.”

Pippa softens, holds her a little closer. She readjusts on Hecate’s lap, soft smile on her lips. “I’ll miss it too, darling. So, we should enjoy it while we can.” … Ada and Hecate had been sitting in the headmistress’s office the next day, chatting numbers over tea when there’s a knock at the door. Hecate stands and flicks the door open to reveal Adelaide, Azura, and Isabella with Mildred behind them. The older girl gently nudges them forward and when they give her an apprehensive look at Mildred, she just gives them a more confident one back. Hecate raises a questioning brow, noticing how the younger girls shift from foot to foot, fingers twirling around their sashes.

Azura steels herself and turns to Ada and Hecate with her head high. “Izzy, Addy and I want to lead a project to properly sendoff everyone from Pentangle’s.” “And to apologize again for the mess we caused.” Isabella adds while Adelaide nods her head in agreement.

Mildred steps in, “They’ve got a plan for music and food and decorations.” She pushes Adelaide forward. The younger girl shuffles to Ada and Hecate, waving her hand to produce a booklet of plans only three fourteen year olds could produce.

She and Ada look over it. It’s not a horrible itinerary, some things will have to be changed and adjusted for practical reasons but for the most part it’s doable. Hecate has to stop herself from giving them too positive a reaction. They can’t know she’s proud. Not yet at least.

“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Miss Cackle sweetly smiles at them. The girls brighten instantly, looking to each other as if they had had their fingers crossed in hope.

And thus, begins the preparation for a farewell dance. Like preparing for the movie night the previous week, Mildred, Maud, Ethel, and Felicity join Hecate and the girls during detention to assist. There’s decorations prepared and stored away, menus to give to Miss Tapioca and Miss Cassava, and posters and fliers to hang up though Felicity’s post on her blog will no doubt spread the news fast enough. (In fact, the girl had known about it before Mildred even asked if she wanted to help. Hecate still doesn’t know how she does it.)

Instead of transferring to her room when she and the girls had finished, she finds herself tapping on Pippa’s still present and ever open office door. For some reason, Pippa’s office has been one of the most difficult places to return to Pentangles, coming second to the ever changing maze. The pink witch looks up above her equally pink reading glasses and instantly smiles.

“I’ve almost finished this last page. I promise, darling.”

Hecate takes her place in the chair across from the desk, a flippant hand waving away the promise. “No need to rush.”

They exchange a brief gaze before Pippa silently returns to whatever paper she was reading. One minute passes. And then another. And then another. Hecate has to stop herself from tapping her foot as the minutes tick by. Her eyes study Pippa. The way her lip is caught between her teeth, her nose scrunched ever so slightly as if something doesn’t make sense. Earlier her hair had been pinned up into a low chignon bun at the nape of her neck. She must have taken it down when classes had ended as it’s now in a slightly higher ponytail. Her matching jacket hangs on the back of her chair.

The brunette is still studying her when Pippa looks up and finally removes her glasses, fingers already pressed to the bridge of her nose.

“There’ll be a farewell dance at the end of the week,” Hecate bluntly states.

“Yes, I heard! It’s supposed to be a fabulous event, you know.” The lift in her voice lets Hecate know the woman’s being playful.

The brunette hums as she leans forward, fingers tapping against the quartz paperweight on the desk. “Indeed, it is. Of course, as headmistress and deputy of our two academies we’ll be expected to attend.”

“Hecate Hardbroom, are you asking me to be your date to the farewell dance?” Pippa bats her lashes and props her head against her hand, a silly but pleased smile playing on her lips.

“I was attempting to be modest, Pippa. Perhaps some sly wizard got to you first” she jokingly says with a roll of her eyes but then looks expectantly at her.

“And I would turn down each one for you.” Finally, the blonde stands from her desk, smile still perfectly in place as she reaches for Hecate with one hand and flicks the door closed and shut with the other. “I’m done here, transfer us, darling?”

“With pleasure.” ... The night of the Farewell celebration, Hecate is a ball of nerves and she can’t really say why. Sure, Pentangle’s and Cackles have been perfectly separated. There’s spare rooms still in place for everyone to sleep in for the night but otherwise they’ll return to normalcy in the morning. She should be happy, and a part of her is. But another dreads the silence that will come when they’re officially two separate schools again. She doesn’t think Cackle’s should be coed but teaching young wizards had been a pleasure she hadn’t expected. The food might lose its flare. The halls will be less congested. There’ll be no Pippa. That really grates at her nerves as they silently ready to the sounds of Pippa’s modern chanting records.

“Zip me?” Pippa asks, already turning her back to Hecate who silently slides the zipper up and up and up.

“You look beautiful, Pippa.”

The blonde smiles brilliantly as she puts the back on her earring, turning to Hecate. “As do you, darling.” At the risk of ruining both of their lipsticks, she presses a light kiss to her lips. “Now, let’s go before we’re late.”

“We could just not go.”

“Hecate,” Pippa almost scolds.

The brunette rolls her eyes as she smirks. “Fine, fine.” And they take their leave, twisting and turning down corridors that no longer have large modern windows to the great hall.

The room sparkles with warm yellow lights. Students are already dancing to whatever pumping beat is playing. Hecate immediately shifts into chaperone mode, finding a place on the wall that she can see the entirety of the room. Ada joins her for a moment while Pippa goes off to mingle with the students and staff, but for the most part she’s alone as she listens and watches, scanning the room for sneaky young witches and wizards. Azura, Adelaide, and Isabella stop to bring her cookies they know she won’t eat but are really hoping she does. She nibbles at one of the plainer ones as she spies Mildred on the dance floor, her movements still as clumsy as they had been years ago.

The night goes on and some begin to take their leave when Hecate finally moves from her spot, transferring across the room.

“Dance with me?” Hecate asks as she appears next to Pippa. The blonde doesn’t flinch like she used to when the brunette would unexpectedly transfer next to her, Hecate notices with a quirk of her lip.

“I’ve been waiting all night for you to ask me that,” the blonde beams, hand reaching for Hecate’s before leading her out to the dance floor.

A Hecate before would have never put herself on such display, a thought that is ridiculous to her now. She loves dancing, has always loved twirling and stepping around a dance floor, her dress flaring at her ankles. But for years she prevented herself from being the center of attention, hating the eyes on her. With Pippa, dancing is even better. She holds and is held closer, tighter. Their steps are synchronized to perfection. They’re cheek to cheek and the students and staff fade to the far distance of her mind leaving just her and her Pippa.

“Marry me?” Hecate asks softly in Pippa’s ear. It’s not exactly how Hecate pictured she’d propose, without the roses and the low light and the ambiance. Perhaps she should have done it the week before when they were alone atop the tower.

Pippa is speechless. Absolutely and fantastically speechless. But also, she isn’t. She has been waiting for this day since who knows when. She has been hoping that would happen sooner rather than later. Perhaps sooner rather than later meant well over thirty years. They’re standing still when she looks into Hecate’s eyes and she pulls them away. Away from young ears and the gazes that don’t even know the question asked. Pippa drags her away until they’re alone and she can breathe and make sure this is real. “You don’t think we’re moving too fast? I mean, we’ve only been together for-“

“One year, six months, two weeks, four days, five hours and,” Hecate takes the moment to open the time piece hanging from her neck. “Twenty six minutes.” Pippa, as stunned as ever, asks through a small chuckle, “Why do you know that?”

The brunette shrugs as if everyone knows exactly when they made things official, fair skin deepening to a full blush. “I’d tell you the seconds but I’m sure I stopped breathing when you said yes the first time.”

Pippa loses her own breath. Curse Hecate and her way with words. She doesn’t think she can breathe without this dark-haired, even darker eyed beauty. So, she kisses her. Pippa kisses Hecate until they are both gasping and out of breath. “Yes, yes I’ll marry you.”

The brunette grins, beams. And they kiss. And something about this feels like a next step. Something about this feels final. Something about this feels right. Like forever.

#hicsqueak #hecate hardbroom #pippa pentangle #the worst witch #fic #Azura moon #chakayla's royal decree

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storytellerssanctum · 5 years ago

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Petals & Thorns - chapter 4/?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x oc

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.7k

SONG OF THE CHAPTER - attention • charlie puth

The grounds were lighted by the illuminating sun rays in the sky. The green grass was turning an earthly brown in patches. The warm September air was about to begin turning brutally cold. Outside within the premises of the front doors, Adalinda sat with her back against the brick of the building. A book laid open on her lap as she rested. She was trying her best to soak up the last bit of Vitamin D she could before the year succumbed to the winter months. She was alone for once. It was nice not to be crowded by the usual group she was caught up in. It had been weeks since they started their new year at Hogwarts. In the time being, Addy's parents were happy to receive notice that her and Adrian were now officially in a relationship.

She shifted in her position, letting her body stretch. She heart cracks of discomfort as she let her legs extend. The Saturday was calming. There wasn't much to do in their free time anymore. With quidditch being cancelled, they had nothing to do but wait for the arrival of the other schools. The pages of her novel tumbled in the wind. She kept a steady hand on the book to ensure she would keep her place. The angry purple fingerprints on her arm turned to a dull yellow, almost gone. The two had no more incidents since the common room. They were getting along fine. In the distance from her, if she looked up, she could spot the Weasley Twins shooting Whiz-Bangs back and fourth to each other. On her right, a couple of Hufflepuff girls were chattering away. Down by the lake, some young Slytherin's were watching the ripples in the water.

It was calming to her, seeing everybody go about their business. She felt a little more grounded when she was outside of the castle. Life wasn't as confusing and she could breathe without a weight on her shoulders. Sitting under the trees and the clouds made her feel small, in time with the earth. It made her realize that not everything was about who was the most powerful. She closed her book and looked off. As a silhouette against the tree line, she could see the almost identical sets of ginger hair. Almost, being the key word. She could tell the difference between the two. They didn't have much physical differences, but mentally they did. She found George Weasley more boyish, and Fred more girl-crazy. Fred was a little bit quieter, but when he spoke he always had something smart to say. His sarcasm was a prominent feature. George, although alike, was a bit louder and faster on the draw of his words. The boys may not have known, but she payed attention to them. She knew of them. She knew things about many students in their school, despite not speaking to them. Adalinda was an observer at heart. She watched everyone but gave away little about herself.

Little did she know, as she watched them, Fred had his eyes on her. As she looked down at her reading, he glanced past his brother to catch sight of her face. This caused him to miss a few of the fireworks his brother threw at him. When George finally got fed up with Fred's inaccuracy, he turned around to see what he was looking at. It took him by no surprise when he saw the Slytherin girl propped against the stone of the castle. He gave a sigh of exasperation at Fred's new found infatuation with the Malfoy girl.

"Fred, I told you! You have to give this up. Whatever these feelings you've gotten, get rid of them! She's a Malfoy, and girls like that don't go for guys like us." George chimed as he turned back to his brother. To add fuel to his fire, he realized Fred wasn't even paying attention to him. He was still drooling over her sitting in front of them. "You git." He shot a firework at his head and it nipped him on the forehead. Fred winced and gave a sound of surprise.

"Oi, you tosser!" Fred shouted back, erupting at his brothers actions. "What the hell's gotten into you!" At the sudden commotion, Fred noticed Addy lifting her eyes to meet them. She had a look of amusement dancing on her lips. Fred wished he was close enough to see the sparkle in her eye. "Hey, keep it up. She's watching us." Fred whispered to his brother. George rolled his eyes.

"You're an attention whore, that's what you are." His brother shot at him. Fred flung another firework his way, catching George off guard. He jumped out of the way just before it hit him off the nose. "Watch what you're doing, mate!" He yelled.

"The whole point was to hit you, you prat." The two shot insults back and fourth at each other. Despite the angry words, they didn't truly have meaning behind them. They were best friends no matter how much they got on each other's nerves. "Now keep it up, she's laughing now."

"D'you ever think she's laughing at you because you look like a bloody idiot?" George flicked another spark that caught Fred in the chest. "Cause you usually do." Fred caught George in his ear, cackling at him.

"If I look like an idiot, then you do, too!" Fred chimed. George laughed at the comment before they shared a look between themselves. It was if something clicked in their minds.

"Because we're identical!" The boys yelled in unison. Few feet away, Addy found herself in fits of laughter at the boys antics. Their last comment only worsened it, making her double over and set her book on the ground. She watched as they zapped each other with Whiz-Bangs. She could overhear snippets of their conversation. It didn't take long to piece together the fact Fred was trying to impress her. Fortunately for him, it was working. Though she'd never admit it, they were making her laugh harder than she had in months. She couldn't help but follow them with her eyes, as the two were so captivating. She understood his craving for attention. She too, felt it. Maybe not from boys or girls, but from any other perspective.

Fred Weasley wanted the attention of a girl who wasn't supposed to give it to him. He held her with his antics, his jokes, and even his looks. He held the attention of the most popular, and most beautiful girl at Hogwarts. He felt proud in saying that. He bragged about it to his twin brother. George did not love this so much, as he had a fear of her. He feared her name and her family. He knew his brother would get hurt by her, and in a chance of protecting him, he tried to talk Fred down from pursuing her. As a natural troublemaker who laughed at risk, he didn't care. All Fred cared about was the laughs he was making her expel.

He noticed her freeze. Her whole carefree attitude was blown away as she caught sight of green ties coming out the door. She opened her book and looked down at it, pretending to read. She did it so fast they didn't even notice her previous persona. Fred observed Pucey taking a seat in the ground beside her. His eyes held infatuation as he pulled her into his arm. Hers held fear. Fred stopped with the fireworks. He held a hand out to his brother, signalling him to play no more. The two came together.

"Look," he nodded his head towards the girl they were trying to impress. "Does she look scared of him to you?" George halted. His joking manor completely gone now. He looked at the group of them sitting together. The ghost of a laugh held her lips. The eyes that had been watching them no longer held carelessness. Now, they were hard. She resumed her post as the Slytherin Queen. George had to admit, if he looked deep enough into her face, he could see some kind of fear. Maybe fear wasn't a good word. Resentment? No. He couldn't quite place it. Unhappiness may have been a better word.

"She definitely doesn't look happy with that bloke." George commented. The boy with his arm slung around her shoulder turned to look at them. A scowl caught his lips. It wasn't directed at the both of them; just at Fred. The sixth year looked past George and straight to his brother. "And it looks like he doesn't like you." George pointed out, looking over to his twin. "Maybe she does fancy you, would explain why he's looking at you like that." A smile caught Fred's face. "Or, they're just pricks. The whole lot of them." He finished the conversation.

George set off, walking back to the castle. To get to the doors, he had to pass the group of his classmates. Fred caught up to him after he realized his brother left. The two travelled side by side, their steps in time with one another. As they grew nearer to the crowd, they heard the chatter between them. It was mostly snide and rude, holding topics of other students. George couldn't help but notice she wasn't talking, though. She usually didn't. She gave a comment every now and again, usually a mean one. Other than that, she listened. She kept her nose buried in the novel in front of her.

"What are you looking at, Weasley?" Marcus Flint chirped at Fred as he caught him glancing at them. Fred didn't answer.

"Keep walking," Adrian chimed in. His expression had disgust. "Theres nothing here for a couple of poor kids." He finished. Addy looked up at his words, between him and the set of gingers. Fred swore he saw a glint of apology in her eyes. For once, George couldn't argue against her. For he saw it, too.

"Shove a sock in it, guys. If you can't come up with good insults don't bother giving one. It's embarrassing." She ordered. The boys obeyed her words and spoke no more. Instead, they stared until the Gryffindor's passed. As they approached the doors, they heard the voices once more.

"Were you defending them?" The voice of Marcus Flint asked.

"No," the girl scoffed. "I meant that the two of you sounded like first years in a fight with their parents. When you insult someone, you don't just spit out the first thing that comes to your head. That makes you sound stupid." Fred bit back a grin as they disappeared back into the castle.

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deputyrhiannonhale · 5 years ago

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Nodus Tollens Chapter 4

Back, back, back again with a new chapter! Same TW apply; language, game canon violence, fear

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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A notebook crashed against the door after William left the room, 15 year old Rhi was baring her teeth, something she would never do in front of her Step-Father, even though she desperately wanted to. Yet, after seeing what he could do to Deeter, she chickened out, not that she wanted to admit that out loud. She just let everyone think she was just mousy and quiet. She fell onto her bed and tried to fight back tears, she was so tired of that man telling her she is worthless and will never amount to anything in life.

After a few moments of silence, she heard her bedroom door open slightly, she turned her head quickly, assuming it was going to be William, but instead it was Deeter. He was leaning against her door frame, his lanky arms crossed over his chest and he was giving her his trademark lopsided grin.

“Seems you’ve had a visit from the asshole, huh?” He asked, before pushing himself off the frame and walking over to her bed as she sat up, sitting Indian style and hugging a pillow to her chest, and he flopped down on the bed next to her, propped up on his elbows.

“Unfortunately. How do you deal with him?” Rhi looked over her shoulder at him, and he shrugged, sitting up and bumping her shoulder with his own.

“After 16 years...you just get used to it.” Rhi gave him a pitiful look, here she was feeling sorry for herself, only having to deal with William for a couple of years, and poor Deeter has had to deal with this everyday for 16 years.

“I’m sorry, Deets.” He shrugged again, smiling, taking the pillow from her and playfully hitting her over the head with it before tossing it behind them.

“What’s say we go get some ice cream at the Creamery?” Deeter suggested after they both stopped laughing, and she gave him a confused look.

“We don’t have money though.” Rhi pointed out and Deeter chuckled, pulling out a handful of bills from his front pocket, spreading the bills out and fanning himself with them.

“We do if you steal it from the asshat.” Rhi got a mischievous grin on her face and they both launched off the bed and ran down the stairs and out of the house.

At the ice cream shop, Rhi skipped up to the counter, it was rare for them to get any kind of sweets anymore, so to say was excited wasn’t a strong enough word. The girl behind the counter didn’t look enthused to be at work, popping her gum annoyingly just waiting for the duo to order.

“I think I want four scoops, two chocolate and two peanut butter.” Rhi ordered, pointing at the flavors she wanted through the glass, causing Deeter to laugh loudly.

“You know what, make that two!” There was no way they were going to be able to eat all of that, and really they should have just shared the four scoops, but Deeter had stolen enough cash to pay for that and then some.

“Fuck…” Rhi groaned out, her stomach already beginning to hurt as she looked down at her unfinished frozen dessert that had long begun to melt in the cup. She slumped back against her chair, turning the ice cream into a soupy mush with the plastic spoon. “Yo, I think I’m gonna be sick, Deets.” She admitted, a low belch coming from her, and she quickly covered her mouth, and Deeter laughed at her, scooping up some of his own mush. He wiggled his black eyebrows at her, turning the spoon to face her and Rhi had only enough time to squeak before the cool mess slopped her on the cheek.

Rhi’s face was shocked, but she quickly fell into fits of laughter, lobbing her own ice cream at Deeter, which caught him on his slender neck. Bombs of ice cream flew back and forth before the girl behind the counter exploded, her shouting caused Rhi and Deeter to stop what they were doing, and with comedic timing, a glob of ice cream fell from Deeter’s hair onto the floor. They both grabbed their things and ran cackling from the store.

Rhi’s eyes cracked open slowly, the warmth from having Deeter with her again still radiating within her, until cold reality sunk in and she had to remember where she even was. Sharky’s snoring coming from the cot beside her own grounded her to the moment. She rolled onto her back and looked at the cot next to her to see Sharky sleeping away without a care in the world. Rhi rubbed her eyes before staring at the ceiling as the last few days replayed in her brain.

The Peggies had Addie and Xander locked inside one of the side buildings a few nights before, several of them patrolling the vicinity. Rhi and Sharky had descended on them like a bat out of hell, it was lots of confusion and screaming, gunshots and blood. They had saved several people and even ran off the cult from several hot spots in the Henbane area. So the fact her brain gave her a happy dream to save her for even a few moments from the craziness that has become her life wasn’t surprising to her.

Rhi touched her cheek and winced, she had gotten punched pretty good by one of the Peggies who had come into the Marina from a boat, the bruise itself was healing, turning that ugly yellow-green color but it was still tender to the touch. He had caught her off guard, but she quickly put him in his place with a roundhouse kick and then snapping his neck.

“You ok, Shorty?” Sharky asked, his voice still husky with sleep and Rhi jumped slightly, she had been so lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t even noticed he had stopped snoring. She cut her eyes over to him as he sat up, groaning slightly, the sheet falling off of his upper body to reveal he was just sleeping in his underwear, which caused Rhi to quickly look back towards the ceiling.

“Yeah, the cheek is just a little tender I guess.” Rhi admitted, with a small shrug of her shoulder, and Sharky stood from the makeshift bed to come stand next to her, bending at his waist to check out the bruising on her face. Rhi felt panic rise in her slightly from the fact that Sharky apparently has no shame and was just letting his dick be that close to her person. Of course, she was still a female and let her eyes wander to check everything out in what she hoped was a discrete look. She took note of several different small burn scars that marred parts of his chest.

“My eyes are up here, Dep.” Sharky quipped playfully and Rhi felt mortified that she had let herself get caught, and she proceeded to cover her face with both her hands while making a groaning noise. “I’m just fuckin’ with ya, ya can look all ya want to.” Rhi peeked at Sharky from behind her fingers, before he straightened and allowed her to sit up in the cot. The side of her hair she slept on was a tangled mess, and she tried brushing her fingers through it, as Sharky walked away, coming back with a cold can of root beer for Rhi.

“Hey thanks. That’s one of my favorite drinks.” She said, smiling as she cracked the top, and he nodded, sitting back on his own cot with, opening his own can of soda.

“I know, I noticed that the last few nights when we was havin’ dinner with aunt Addie.” Sharky confessed, before taking a long drink from the can. Rhi lowered her own and looked over at Sharky in almost a new light, also thankful to see that he had at least slipped his jeans back on. “Dep...who is Deets? I heard ya mumbling that name before I fell asleep last night.” Sharky sounded so innocent when he asked his question, keeping his eyes on his can and Rhi gave a quick, sad smile.

“He is...was my step-brother.” She corrected herself, sitting the can on the box close by the cot, before picking up her most prized possession, Deeter’s lighter, and she hesitantly reached across the space between them so Sharky could see the Zippo. She had it specially made for him, with his favorite band’s logo on the front. “He used this for everything.” She told Sharky as he looked at the Sex Pistols logo, rubbng his thumb over it. Rhi knew he was going to ask what happened, and she just wasn’t ready to tell him, Deeter was still hers, she wasn’t ready to share his story with anyone else. Sharky looked at her, his mouth open, but Addie burst into the small room, saving Rhi just in time.

“Hope y’all are decent!” Addie shouted, laughing, but quickly stopped and frowned when she noticed how serious the room felt, her eye catching the lighter in Sharky’s possession, and she nodded quickly. “Aw, here I was thinkin’ y’all might blow off some steam with each other.” She teased, walking over to the cots, pulling Rhi to her feet, and Sharky returned the lighter to her.

“Addie…” Rhi began, softly, slightly embarrassed that Addie would think she would just jump right into bed with Sharky, shooting him a sheepish look, to find he was chuckling.

“I haven’t put those sweet moves on her yet, auntie.” Sharky pointed out, pulling first his shirt then his hoodie over his head, and Addie snorted.

“What sweet moves is that?” Addie shot back and Rhi just looked between the two, confused how the conversation had been steered to Sharky trying to seduce her.

“Ok...well...I’m gonna get dressed, if you two don’t mind.” Rhi motioned at the fact she was still in some of Addie’s old sleepwear that was really too long for her short stature, and Addie chuckled.

“Ya mean ya aren’t gonna go busting ass in that?” She teased and Rhi blushed heavily, imagining herself running around in this night shirt that hung off one shoulder and she shook her head fervently.

“It’d be a good distraction, Dep.” Sharky joined in and Rhi growled slightly, marching towards them both, shoving them out the door.

“I can’t have you being distracted Charlemagne, I need you to have my back.” She retorted, before shutting the door forcefully, hating the fact that she got embarrassed so easily. She slammed her back against the door, covering her eyes with her hand again. She is usually so in control of her emotions, well, except her anger, and yet since she’s woken up this morning she has been a bumbling mess. Is it because she had such a pleasant dream, getting to see Deeter again, and it’s made her less guarded, or is she actually starting to feel comfortable in Sharky’s presence?

Rhi was asking herself these questions as she got dressed, finally deciding that maybe it was a little bit of both. Sharky had plenty of opportunities to abandon her on their journey here and he never did, so maybe she could trust him. She supposed that she shouldn’t hold something against him that happened so many years ago, considering it seems he has definitely let it go by how he was getting to know her, and trying his best to help her in any way he could. She sighed heavily, tossing her hair up in a messy ponytail and rolling her shoulder, loosening herself up as she walked out of the room.

“Hey, Addie,” Rhi began as she walked around the island, grabbing a banana off the banana hanger she was sure Xander had something to do with. “Have you heard any chatter about where my uncle may be? Dutch told me he was in this region, but didn’t give me much after that.” She explained as she plopped into a chair, peeling and eating the banana. Addie shrugged, appearing pensive for a moment.

“Sorry, honey, I’m afraid I haven’t. ‘Course, I have been watching Xander doin’ yoga this mornin’, so I may have been a little distracted.” Addie confided, leaning closer to Rhi, as if it were a secret, and Rhi tossed her head back in laughter.

“I mean, I suppose I can’t blame ya for that.” She whispered back as they both watched Xander drinking water at the sink, and Sharky made a ‘harrumph’ sound, adjusting his ball cap before folding his arms over his chest, causing Rhi and Addie to look at him, laughing again. “Aw, Sharky, don’t be jealous.” Rhi teased, pushing on his shoulder playfully, and he batted her hand away humorously.

“If I had my guesses,” Sharky finally interjected, once the batting each other's hands was finished. “I’d guess the jail. Although, I don’t really wanna go there.”

“Obviously.” Rhi stated in a deadpan voice, as she continued to tease him, and he shot her a sarcastic look, which caused both her and Addie to laugh. “OK, Sharkster, lead me to the jail then.” Rhi stated, winking at him, and standing to throw away the banana peel. “We’ll be back later I’m sure. I’ve just really gotta find Earl. Make sure he’s ok.” Addie nodded, standing and giving Rhi a big hug.

“You’re like a daughter to me, ya know that right, girl? So be safe.” Rhi felt a pressure in her chest, having not gotten much love from her mother after her father's death all those years ago, she really began to look up to Addie as a mother figure. She had helped Rhi more with growing as a person than Julia ever had.

“I will, I love ya, Addie.” Rhi choked out and Addie rubbed her back, before slightly pushing her towards the door.

“Go save the day, Kiddo. If ya need me and Tulip, don’t be afraid to give me a holler.”

“FUCK!” Rhi shouted, kicking the flat tire of the ATV, screaming more obscenities as Sharky just watched her. “That fucking Peggie shot out the tire!” She growled, her tiny frame visibly shaking with rage fueled tremors, and Sharky tentatively placed a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s ok, Dep, we can get it fixed.” He pointed out and Rhi looked at him, feeling some of her anger leaving her body at his voice of reason. Which in and of itself was terrifying that Sharky was being the voice of reason between the two of them, but she finally nodded.

“I know but fuck if this wasn’t bad timing.” She hissed out bitterly, allowing Sharky’s hand to stay rested on her shoulder. “Rhi...you can just call me Rhi. You don’t have to call me Dep all the time. We are friends now after all.” Rhi informed him, patting his hand on her shoulder, before she began walking in the direction they had been driving.

Rhi looked up at the sky, it was already muggy this early in the morning and she sighed loudly, hating feeling overheated, sure she would get burned in the unrelenting sun. Suddenly a field of whiteflowers caught her attention.

“Hey, what are those, they’re really pretty.” Rhi asked, steering off her trajectory to investigate.

“Rhi, don’t go in there!” Sharky yelled, breaking into running to try to intercept her, but he was too late. Rhi walked into the middle of the bliss flowers, and everything began to become distorted, her vision and even her hearing was playing tricks on her. The woman she now knows is Faith appeared before her, giving her a soft smile, and Rhi felt herself falling and could do nothing to stop it.

Rhi opened her eyes to find herself in an open field, it wasn’t where she had gone down, and her brain definitely felt foggy, she looked around, rubbing her eyes trying to clear them, but it did nothing. Finally Faith appeared before her again.

“Faith…?” Rhi asked almost hesitantly as Faith took her hand in both of her own. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I know all about you, Rhi Hale. You are so much like me...your family not loving you…leaving you to die. We will love you here, unconditionally. John will love you here unconditionally. You know you want to be with him...and us. You can be free...and you can be happy. Don’t you want to be happy for once?” The girl before her pulled Rhi along through the field, letting her go long enough to twirl around in the weeds and wildflowers, the animals even looking peaceful in this clouded dream.

“I...don’t know...I’m so...confused.” Rhi touched her head, as it was swimming under the influence of the Bliss, shaking her over and over, trying to make sense of everything.

“Here you do not have to prove your worth like you do with the others. Your worth will be given to you here, because all we want from you is to exist and be happy. The Father will protect us from all harm.” Faith took Rhi’s hand again, and they both took flight, Rhi feeling her stomach fall to her feet, her fear of heights causing her breathing to accelerate as she watched the ground getting farther and farther away until Faith dropped her on Joseph’s statue, on his Bible. She looked at the words, before looking back up to Faith, surprised to see Burke there with her. “Just take the leap of Faith. The path to Eden is clear to those who have faith.” The blonde girl promised flying back away from the statue, and Rhi could swear she could see angel wings on her.

“Burke...you don’t believe this shit, do ya?” Rhi asked the Marshal, as butterflies began to land on him. He turned to look at her, holding his hand out to Rhi, and she pulled back reflexively.

“Walk the path.” He said, turning to the edge of the book, holding his arms out to the sides, letting himself fall forward. Rhi rushed towards him, trying to stop him, but she stopped, looking over the edge at how high up she was, and she crouched, placing her hands on the cool concrete.

“This is just a dream...it’s gotta be. This is too fuckin’ trippy to not be a dream. Which means if I do fall, I’ll be ok. I’m sure this is just stress induced, or heat exhaustion.” Rhi was muttering to herself, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, getting on her knees and crawling closer to the edge until her hand met air, and she opened her eyes again and screamed, falling back onto her butt. “Get it together bitch, you can do this. It’s all just in my head anyway.” Rhi got shakily to her feet, inching towards the edge, looking at Faith one more time, before the blonde girl disappeared into a misty cloud of green. Rhi took in several deep breaths before she walked off the edge of the book, screaming as she watched the ground come closer and she flailed her arms for purchase that she would never find.

Rhi groaned, her head was throbbing slightly, and she felt cool rock beneath her. Her eyes opened slowly, and she rolled over onto her back. She sat up, her eyes scanning the area, there were bodies all around her and she startled, scrambling backwards like a fleeing bug, her chest rising and falling rapidly in her panic, her back being met with the rock face behind her. Once she regained control of herself, she looked up to see she was in fact below Joseph’s giant eyesore of a statue. Had she really fallen, or was it all a dream? How else would she have gotten here otherwise? Rhi and Sharky had been miles away from this spot last she could remember. Then it was like a lightbulb flashed in her mind. Sharky! Where was Sharky?

“Sharky!” She called out on her radio in a desperate attempt to reach him, hoping someone would answer her at the very least, if not him.

“Dep! Where are ya? We been lookin’ everywhere for ya!” Rhi felt relief wash over her, and she stood at her full height, dusting off her backside and easily maneuvering around the bodies and the blood. “It’s like ya just fuckin’ disappeared in those flowers!”

“I’m at the bottom of Joseph's statue.” She informed him, looking at the giant painted starburst cross that was the Project’s logo, for lack of better terms.

“Ok, Shorty, just stay there, I’m comin’ to get ya.” Sharky promised, and Rhi nodded to herself, attaching the radio back to her belt, walking out of the shadows and into the sunlight. Based on it’s position, Rhi guessed it was about one in the afternoon, had she really been out of commission for that many hours? It had only felt like minutes to her.

She leaned against a tall rock, rubbing her temples before digging out her container of water, taking a long drink, and splashing some of it on her face. She was enjoying the feeling so much, she didn’t hear the Peggies sneaking up on her until it was too late.

One grabbed Rhi, pulling her away from the rock, wrapping her arms around Rhi from behind, and in a semi-automatic response, she hopped up slightly, and used the forward momentum to send the woman flying over her and onto the ground flat on her back. It knocked the wind out of her, but it didn’t stop the second cult member from grabbing Rhi and tying her up. Rhi was cursing and wriggling around trying to get herself free, when the Peggie stood over her and smiled, and not in a friendly way.

“John is going to be happy to see you.” With that, the butt of the rifle came down against the side of Rhi’s head and everything went black.

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Chapter Seven

“X Marks the Spot”

“When someone finds something they have been looking for”

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“Escapes me why you wouldn’t just get ‘Air Edwards’ printed on it, its your’s for god’s sake” Amelia joked at me as the car stopped on the runaway.

I threw her an annoyed look, having heard the joke before “Shut up or I won’t let you on it”.

She pushed me as we got out of the car, her huffing behind me. My security detail including Kyle and Gary had already started getting both our stuff out of the cars and into the jet.

“Answer me sister, why buy it when you don’t even want to claim it?” Amelia winked at me as she stepped towards the jet and I rummaged through my purse for my phone.

Karol and Lima had gone their merry way already, knowing having a complete week off while working for me is both a blessing and a rarity, they decided to leave before me to start their fun; whatever it was. As much as I know and remember, Lima had gone back home to her mother’s for the week.

“Because we share the surname and there’d be no telling exactly whose it is” I sent a cheeky smile her way as we both laughed getting up the small stairs and into the private jet.

We’d decided to travel apart from the rest of the bridal party and a few hours before both the parties to get the house in order. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned before, but my vacation homes are much more used by my friends and family than me. It was almost an occupational hazard of sorts.

It wasn’t long before the plane had taken off and my sister and I settled low on our seats as we were served dinner. The flight was long; 12 hours and a few minutes to be exact but Amelia and I were no strangers to long flights and sleepy nights; particularly in that order.

She turned to look at me when she heard me sighing, “Hey Addy, thanks for coming out for me today. I don’t know how you do it, but you really don’t let me down”.

“I should be the one saying that, idiot. You’re the one who is always there for me before I even ask you. And what kind of a sister would it make me if I couldn’t even make it to your show while I’m on a break?”

“Yeah, a break that began not even 4 days ago. You’re not really taking a break, to be honest Adds”, she gave me a concerned look.

I frowned at her, “I am taking time off and going to Greece for 5 days. How is that not taking a break?” I asked her, confused.

“Mary Olivia’s wedding is very last minute, I know you didn’t know about it 2 days ago because I didn’t either. Don’t use this as an excuse because we both know you would be here even if you weren’t on a break” she said.

I sighed and turned away from her, knowing I couldn’t win with her.

I heard her open her laptop, starting to type. “Well if you’re not going to talk to me, I won’t make you”

I rolled my eyes, “Keith told me to take a break, you know” I confessed.

If Amelia was shocked she hid it well, “You mean to say Keith told you to take a break too” she said.

I chucked, “Yeah. Said my songs are starting to sound the same; repetitive”

She was quiet for sometime. “He’s not wrong, you know. Addy, I love you but your personal life has been a flat road for years now. I honestly am shocked sometimes by the media attention on you because to be honest, you aren’t the most interesting person out there for them”.

I cackled at that, having missed her blunt tongue.

“I know right? I wonder about that too sometimes. How are they not bored of me yet?”

She smiled softly, “You’re going to have to let someone in, you know. Sooner or later” she whispered.

I nodded, feeling drained of having the same talk with everyone. Could I get a break from this?

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“Kyle, what did Victoria tell you about the house situation again?” Amelia asked as we both scrolled through her Instagram, me laying my head on her shoulder as we were on our way to the villa in the outskirts of Santorini.

The weather was better, trees were greener, vibes were warmer in Greece. It was one of my most favourite places in the world; and that’s saying something because I’ve been to a lot of places.

The sea is the best in Greece, hands down. It is the absolute best here.

Kyle didn’t turn behind, instead met her eyes through the rear view mirror as he replied, “Vic just said the caretaker had gotten it cleaned. The security has been posted around the perimeter and at the gate and the pool’s been cleaned too”

I hummed. “What about the cook?”, I asked.

Kyle cleated his throat, “Victoria said she was told not to get a cook”.

My eyes widened as I started panicking. No cook? Who the hell was going to attend to the 14 guests that were on their way to the villa?

“Wha-

Amelia shushed me, “Hey, don’t worry. I was the one that told Vic to do so. I said I’d cook”

I turned to look at her, incredulously, “What? Why would you cook?”

“Why can’t I cook, Adelaide?”

“It’s not that. Why would you cook for 18 people? Have you gone mad? We don’t have Nana’s help here, if you’ve forgotten” I ranted, now anxious.

My sister sent me an exasperated look as if I was worrying for no reason. “You react so violently sometimes, I almost want to slap you”.

“You always want to slap me”.

“Not always”, she winked.

It wasn’t long before we were reaching the familiar neighbourhood and I started getting my purse in order, sighing in relief as we entered the gated area, stopping for security reasons. I made sure Victoria called ahead for extra security, specially at the entrance for everyone that is entering the villa because all in all, I took security as a responsibility if the entire bridal and groom party of my old friends were to be held at one place.

Being too careful never hurt no one.

“You carry so much security. Sometimes I think you’re a country’s president”, of course my kind sister had to have a comment about everything. But she wouldn’t be Amelia if she didn’t make fun of me for everything.

“Shut the fuck up, Em”

She threw me a peace sign just as the car stopped at the entrance of my beautiful white villa, very aged in reality but it had been with me for just a little under 3 years.

Some of the workers were cleaning the gardens and the pools, I noticed at once. There was a man using the land mower, making a lot of noise but I was fine with it until and unless they were done with the cleaning before the guests started arriving.

“I thought the house was polished already?” Amelia asked Kyle, stepping inside the main foyer area, the white walls standing tall beside her petite figure. Kyle shrugged, indicating he was going to place a call regarding the same.

It wasn’t soon before we were both bounded inside, our luggage being dragged in after us that we were sat at the familiar couch in the living area, a coffee already on the stove courtesy of my sister.

“We have so many memories here, no?” I sighed, as I looked around.

Amelia chuckled, “Every summer for the last 4 years now? I love this place Addy, don't know what I’ll do if you decide to ever sell it” she said.

I frowned at her, “We both know you’d never let me sell this house; and even if I do, you’ll probably buy it from me just so you can stake a claim in your name. You’re forgetting I know you too well” I rolled my eyes, laughing.

“Probably”

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There was a knock on my door. “You’re done changing or what? Security is sending them in as we speak” Amelia said, hanging halfway inside my room, then almost slipping on her feet.

I rolled my eyes at her, “You aren’t even wearing heels, Em” I say and I follow her out of the room, turning the lights off as I exit.

She looked down at my feet, seeing my 6 inch stilettos and face palmed, “I feel under-dressed now so let me just go and change. You know, I really hate being your sister”.

“Yeah right”

It wasn’t long before people were bounding inside, Charlotte Wellesley being the first one to step inside, her Hermeś bag on her right arm. Sophia, Willa and Mary Olivia were the next ones followed by a lot of men, most of whom were from Robbie’s side. However, I could hear a commotion outside.

“Look at this place! I always underestimate you, Addy” Charlotte exclaimed, in a tone I knew I didn’t like. So it wasn’t a surprise that my fake smile didn’t bother her in the least. Sometimes you have to deal with aristocrats like her too.

“What’s going on outside?” I asked Robbie, as I pulled out of our hug. Amelia had just arrived on the scene too, now in her beige 5.5inch heels.

Robert, Robbie’s brother, laughed at that, “Harry’s security isn’t being allowed to come inside. Your security is giving them hell because of some issue” he said.

After kissing everyone’s cheeks, I was outside like a breeze, worried about the issue. I took hosting at my place way too seriously even if the event had nothing to do with me. I hated tarnishing a good hosting.

Apart from the 7 more cars in my driveway, and more people stepping out of the cars or others getting help from my service for getting their luggage out, there were about 6 people right outside the main gate, clearly in a heated argument.

“Kyle? What seems to be the issue here?” I said, not even noticing that my voice had taken an authoritative tone.

Kyle and Gary both turned towards my voice, along with the rest of the men. All of them were dressed in black suits, and badges indicating how 2 of them were someone’s security detail.

“Look, miss, His Royal Highness will not be stepping inside if his security detail isn’t allowed to. However, he is here off-schedule so we request you do not waste his time on such a trivial matter” a buff man said, very formally.

I squinted at him in anger, how dare he speak to me in such a manner! I ignored as Gary said something to him as a rebuttal.

“No, you look here, mister. No one steps foot on my property until and unless their background checks were sent to my security prior to their arrival. This includes other personnel of security as well. This is my property and an event I’ve taken under my supervision. So I apologise if I’m wasting someone’s time, but this isn’t a trivial matter for me. This matter is solved, Kyle. Gary, show them the way out where they can wait while I speak to Robbie and Mary in private” I said, anger in my tone and fire in my eyes because if there’s one thing I don’t react well to; it’s authority from someone who clearly has no authority over me.

“Yes ma’am” both Kyle and Gary said in unison, before the rest of my security started showing them the way out and I turned.

“Well, that was quite a speech. I must say I’m impressed” came a voice, I detected the posh British accent in it in a second.

I turned around to face the man, already done with this shit. I hate dealing with stuff like this.

It wasn’t long before I stopped in my tracks, and I noticed the man did too. For a few seconds, we just stared at each other and I wondered why I had to be in this situation with this man, and this man alone. Couldn’t it be anyone else in the whole wide world?

It was Prince Harry.

Ofcourse. Robert mentioned the name Harry and his security dropped the HRH. It was right in front of my face.

He recovered first, smiling beautifully. “Adelaide, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you yet” he said, putting his hand forward.

I caught his hand, still not breaking the eye contact. I don’t know why I wasn’t able to look away from those baby blues in this instant, but I hoped I didn’t look like a creep.

“Your Royal Highness, likewise”.

He chuckled, something dimming in his eyes as I called out his title and I noted that he probably didn’t like being called that.

“Uh I’m sorry for the mishap, Ms. Edwards. I fully recognise that it was a mistake at our end-“

“So then you also understand how my security can’t do their work if they let inside someone they had received no prior information about” I cut him off, crossing my arms, almost forgetting who I was talking to but I was in my element in that moment.

He paused for a while there, probably not expecting me to act the way I did. He looked at his 2 bodyguards and shook his head at them.

“What is the solution to this then?” He asked, turning to look at Kyle and Gary.

I frowned at him as my security detail looks at me as he questions them. I cleared my throat, now fully realising that everyone was outside at the garden patio and involved in our drama.

“The solution to this is them stepping out of my property for the next 24 hours which gives my security proper time to do background checks” I said, exaggerating a little but I was triggered.

Harry visibly sighed, “Is there no other way? They are royal security, if they’re with me that means they already have gone through an extensive background check.”

I took a beat, “Look sir, I have a policy about this that I plan to uphold; it’s the same as if you were here without any security and someone else brought in two highly trained personnel with guns on my property”, I gave him a look because I knew I had hit a correct point with this one.

“Ma’am, you have more than a dozen security officers here right now, it is not possible for His Royal Highness to step in without any prior knowledge to this either”, one of his protection officers said.

I frowned, not acknowledging that he was right to a certain degree too.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair and turning to look at Kyle and Gary, “Alright, here’s how this is going to work; these two security officers will be allowed to enter the grounds, however they will not be entering the building or be allowed in the backyard and the private beach”,

I then turned towards the Prince and his officers, “As is the rule for all of my security detail except for Kyle and Gary, here. This is the best I can offer you” I gave them a look, ready to step out of the conversation because I was suddenly reminded of the fact that we still have no cook and almost 2 dozen people to feed.

As I walked away from the scene, I heard Harry berating his officers but by then, I was over this issue. I walked inside the place, noticing numerous luggage bags all over the place and 2 people in the pool already before I entered the kitchen, squinting at Amelia who stood there, hands on her hip and barefoot.

“Is this the time when I get to say I told you so?” I chuckled, laughing harder when Amelia turned around with an extremely offended look on her face.

“I really didn’t realise just how hectic it’d be considering we just travelled overnight too”, she pouted and I decided to just be the bigger person at the moment because we quite literally have a lot of people to feed.

“Dial Kyle’s number and ask him to come inside, lets just get him to get the cleaning people to distribute cookies and juices in everyone’s rooms” I instructed her, and within a minute Kyle was stood in the doorway to the huge white kitchen, trying not to laugh as well.

“Shut up, get me a cook or two from the city as fast as you can, and get me two of the cleaning staff that can give around juices and biscuits, atleast till we figure this stuff out”

“On it, Addy”, and he was gone.

“I have an idea” Amelia said, and I rolled my eyes. “Spare me another one of your ideas, please”.

“Can you just listen? So let’s just start with salad and cocktails because we are going to be able to get done with them in the next half hour while the cook situation gets fixed” she said and I thought that might have just been the only good thing she’s said all day but I didn’t voice that particular opinion.

“Alright, you can get started on the salad, I’ll take the cocktails-”

“What’s this about cocktails, I hear?”, came a voice from the doorway and I turned so fast at that familiar voice, Amelia almost gave me a weird look.

There stood Prince Harry of Wales in all his glory, visibly relaxed than I’d seen him earlier in my front porch, and I pretended the blinding smile of his didn’t bother me. Because, it didn’t.

“Uh Your Royal Highness, I had no idea you’d be joining us”, my poor sister sounded so confused as she threw me a similar expression, but obviously held her own because we at the end of the day, we were British.

Harry laughed politely at that, “Yeah, a lot people wished they received the guest list earlier”, he said smiling at me, to which I squinted my eyes at.

Amelia gave me another look and by this time, I was so done with her obvious looks; I wanted to get out of the kitchen. Cutting my train my of thought, 2 of the cleaning staff we’d hired entered the kitchen, throwing uneasy looks at the occupants in the kitchen and not having a clue as to why they were sent here.

“Hello, I’ve called for you here; just do me a favour and hand out some cookies and juices to the guests in all the bedrooms and by the pool, yes?” I said as my sister started getting the said stuff out of the cabinets and onto separate trays. All this while, I noticed how calmly Prince Harry stood leaning against the plush doorway seeing the scene in front of him and didn’t utter a word until the staff was out.

“You were serious when you said this was your property” he stated.

My sister laughed at that, already getting started with her famous Mediterranean Salad as I noticed her fetch the soya sauce out of the fridge, “How come you two have never met before?” She mused, pretending as if she was asking the question to herself.

I sighed, not wanting this to turn awkward, “I don’t to know to your question and yes I was serious to yours; now Amelia, can we please figure out the starters at least until Kyle gets the word out?”

“You take this hostess thing pretty seriously, don’t know?” Harry asked and I could almost sense a teasing tone underneath his words as my sister and I ran about the kitchen, setting stuff up for the preparation of the salad and cocktails.

Amelia glanced at me as she noticed I was in no mood to reply to that comment, mostly because it was true, “You have no idea, it gets taken for granted most of the times too” she said, smiling at him.

“Hi, I’m Harry; it’s a pleasure to meet you” he said after a heartfelt laugh as Amelia introduced herself and they shook hands on it. He looked at me for a moment, probably deciding whether or not he should do the same with me but my teasing smile must’ve made the decision for him.

“Hello there, they call me Harry; what do they call you?”

“They have too many names for me, kind sir”

“Well, what name do you like to be called by, fair maiden?”, he asked, eyes twinkling.

I pretended to think it over, getting ice from the ice-cooler, “Ms. Edwards, if you will”.

He squinted his eyes at me, the teasing smile still on his face and I could just feel Amelia’s eyes on us throughout the conversation; it wasn’t until we heard a crash that we broke eye contact, just to see that my sister had dropped the knife.

The vibe in the kitchen was too chill for me to even think twice about a Royal’s presence in the kitchen of my home with my sister in attendance. He laughed at my sister’s antics and picked up the knife before she could, turning to look around the kitchen as if he was seeing it for the very first time.

“It’s a nice place you got here, Santorini has the most beautiful water”, he said casually and I smirked as I remembered how I said exactly that to my sister earlier in the day.

“Thank you, I got it on sale actually”

“Oh, did you now?”

It was quiet after that comment as I shook my head, “you can go right ahead to the pool if you’ve freshened up already; we’re sorting the food situation out”.

Harry leaned against the customised white marble counter, “I heard something about making cocktails and decided it would be highly impolite if you weren’t made to taste some of mine specialities”.

“We aren’t having you work while we host, Harry”, Amelia said, shaking her head at him.

“I’m offering it to you”

“Well, we didn’t ask for it. Our nana would turn in her grave if she were here” I said, setting up all the beverages in front of me to get started on the drinks.

He sighed, looking at the two of us as if he couldn’t believe we weren’t accepting his help. “Is it because I’m too handsome?”

A burst of laughter sprung out of me before I could even think about it, “That definitely isn’t the reason why”.

It wasn’t long before he had convinced us that no one in the world could make a better Black and Tan than him, after he saw the bottles of pale and dark beer on the counter.

“You will love it, just trust me”, he said and I rolled my eyes as I got started on my cosmopolitan.

A few minutes later, Kyle walked in with three people; two men and a woman. He stopped short when he noticed Harry standing beside me, trying to snatch the single vodka bottle we had left. He didn’t comment on it because he knew better and just introduced us to the three cooks he managed to get to us in the short amount of time. Amelia thanked him before asking him to get more beverages, to which he quietly responded and promptly left the kitchen.

We decided to set up the late lunch in the beautiful wooden Gazebo outside, that I had had visions about for the longest of time before it got installed in this villa. It could seat well over 25 people. Amelia and I argued about that too but we reached a decision pretty quick when we saw the weather outside.

The smell of the Greek Sea reached my senses, as the temperature already started to get a little chilly since it was early February. Harry was helping us throughout, bringing his special cocktails out in the sun, walking alongside me, as he placed the tray on the large bamboo table (that I got custom made specially in Brazil).

“This might just be one of the most beautiful views I’ve ever seen”, he said, eyes trained on the vast sea in front of us, which was just a few steps down from the rock the villa was built upon.

I hummed in response and noticed how quickly he got involved in conversation with the rest Robbie’s groomsmen, hearing the word Hazza over and over again. I went inside the kitchen again, checking up on the food when Amelia entered after me and just stood there, staring at me.

“Yes?”

“Don’t yes me; what the hell is going on between you two?”

“Between who two?”, I knew who she was talking about because how could I not with all of her obvious stares.

“Don’t think you can play me, Adelaide. I thought you’d never met Prince Harry before?”, she asked, confused.

I looked around, satisfied that none of the three cooks looked even mildly interested in our conversation. “That’s because I haven’t; well, not before today”, I replied.

“It certainly did not look that way. Why is he being so chill with you?”

“Hell if I knew. Maybe he’s a fan” I threw her a cheeky smile at that, walking out of the kitchen as she followed me.

“Yeah sure, that’s definitely it”, she said and I didn’t reply to her because for one, I didn’t have an answer to her and second, we were amongst 20 other people as we stepped out once again.

Everyone had started mingling, as I found myself in conversation with Louis Spencer, someone I’d met numerous times before because of his on-again, off-again relationship with my cousin, MacKinley Edwards. He even had been to our family estate over Christmas Holidays two years back.

MacKinley is my first cousin on my paternal side; being the only daughter of my Uncle, Matthew Edwards who is the younger brother to my father. To be honest, I had zero idea about Mac’s and Louis’ current relationship status and I was too afraid to ask.

I caught Harry’s eyes as I was laughing at something Louis had said and his eyes flitted over to him, frowning as he stepped out of his circle, clearly intending to join Louis and I.

I raised my eyebrows at him, as he handed me another Martini, side hugging Louis as he did some weird fist bump thing.

“You two know each other?” Harry asked, pointing at Louis and I, and we turned towards each other, smiling.

“A little too well, no, Addy?” Louis smiled a Cheshire grin, nudging me with his shoulder.

Harry was clearly very confused at our relaxed attitude. He asked Louis to explain; and I was suddenly hit by the realisation that the two of them looked a little too similar. The resemblance was definitely there.

“You remember MacKinley, don’t you? Adelaide Edwards here is cousins with her”, he replied, sipping his drink.

“MacKinley Edwards? You’ve been going out with her forever”

“The very same one. Afraid the surname is the same one” I sarcastically said, biting my tongue afterwards as Louis shook his head at my response.

“I’ve known Addy and Amelia just as long as I’ve known Mac; we even spent a Christmas at her estate two- three years back?”

“Two”

“Two years back”

Harry nodded, clearly a little thrown off by that information as I took that opportunity to ask about their relation, slapping my forehead as Louis relayed the information about them being first cousins as well, on Harry’s mother’s side and Louis’ father’s. I obviously was privy to this piece of knowledge beforehand, however it hadn’t hit me until just that very moment.

“That was wee bit weird, no?” Harry laughed as Louis walked away from us.

“It just keeps hitting me how we’ve never met before today” I replied, taking a sip of my Martini.

He took a deep breath, “That ought to be the truest thing I’ve heard today”.

It wasn’t long until food was being served and everyone was seated around the bamboo table, people pulling their white chairs back to sit. Pizza was being cooked in the natural oven we got installed outside, the smell of chicken overtaking my senses and I realised I didn’t have my phone on me to click the picture of the delicious scene on the table.

I started asking everyone to help themselves as Amelia sat on my right and Louis on my left. Robbie poured everyone Champagne as he remained the only one standing. Once he was done, he told us that he’d like to make a toast and then turned to look directly at me.

“To Adelaide and Amelia ofcourse, for so graciously accepting to host us here and always being the friends that Mary’s frustrated at awful hours of the morning. We love the both of you” He raised his glass as did his fiancé; my sister and I raising it back to them as everyone yelled.

“This is such a beautiful property, Adelaide. I’m in love” Sophie commented and I smiled at her.

Robbie continued his toast only to be cut off by Mary-Olivia as she started hers. We all laughed at their antics. Late lunch which had already turned into an early supper, finally started as everyone helped themselves to it.

I caught Harry’s eyes somewhere in the midst of it, throwing him a smile as he replied with a similar one. I asked Amelia to turn on some music as I didn’t have my phone on me at the very moment as she teased me with ‘Should I play one of yours, hm?’, and I slapped her shoulder at that.

It got worse when someone asked Amelia what had happened as she let out a loud laugh at my reaction; and then she continues to tell them exactly what happened. I rolled my eyes as everyone chuckled at the taunt, Louis being the loudest of them and I mimicked shooting him in the head before he came to an abrupt stop.

An hour later, the guests were sprawled all around the area, some in the pool; others in the hot tub and a few just lounging on the beach chairs. Mary-Olivia and Robbie were dancing quietly and I was conversing with Charlotte because we both happened to be at the outside bar at the same time. I was getting myself a whiskey and I didn’t bother to know what she was getting herself; ducking out of the conversation as soon as I had my drink in one hand and my phone in the other.

I headed down the rocky steps to the beach, initially standing and then just sitting down as I took a deep breath, the wind running through my hair and I felt alive for the first time in a long while. I continued sipping my drink, glad to be away from all the noise when I heard a voice behind me.

Turning to look back at whoever had followed me, I saw Harry; clearly on a with someone. I didn’t think he me until he cut the call, swiping at his phone and turned to look ahead, finding my eyes. I could sense he thought twice about coming over, as he reached me and plopped down beside me on the chilly sand.

“This shouldn’t be considered safe, you know. High tide’s on” he said, eyes locked on the ocean ahead.

“Pretty sure it isn’t”

We sat in silence for the next few minutes, laughter from the house above reaching our ears; clearly someone was thrown into the pool as a shrieking followed. Probably Mary-Olivia.

“I feel like I should apologise, for this morning” he said, turning to look at me.

I shook my head, sipping my drink as his eyes followed my movement; “I wouldn’t worry about it a lot, I do apologise if I let myself get too heated. I just take this stuff seriously because that’s exactly what I’d expect from someone else, you know?”, to which he hummed.

“Also for not letting them inside the property”, he chuckled as he continued.

I joined in the chuckling fest, “You’re very welcome”.

Another silence crawled its way in but it was nice. It was a different kind of silence that wasn’t awkward but serene. Sitting out here with him didn’t feel like an intrusion from either of our sides, and I found myself breathing a little easier.

Not much had to be said, we were two strangers after all; but at the same time, it felt comfortable. It wasn’t like me to feel so relaxed with someone so soon. There were so many things two complete strangers could talk about, but we chose to be silent.

I caught him looking at me a few times, the blue in his eyes so mellow because of the dark. I thought about what he saw when he looked me.

It felt nice. Normal, even.

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Addy’s Vacation Home in Greece

Addy at the Airport

Addy in Greece

#madly in love #phff #prince harry fanfiction #Prince Harry #britishroyalfamily #british royal family #fanfiction #fanfic #Adelaide edwards

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wintrcaptn · 6 years ago

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What Are The Chances | Chris Evans

Summary : While at Disneyland with your closest friends, you bump into Chris Evans. (I suck at summaries lmao)

A/N: This is from my old acct. I am going to repost this series but after chapter two, everything will be different!!! Hope you all enjoy!!

Adjusting the Minnie Mouse ears, you felt your stomach begin to flutter as you and your four best friends made your way into the front of the park.

The sun was out, high in the sky with little to no clouds. Every flower blossomed, the colors vibrantly popping. Everything was breathtakingly beautiful.

Disneyland was your home. It somehow always made you feel at peace. And also, brought the inner child out.

The moment you step in, you are immediately filled with such joy, and excitement, you can’t help but smile from ear to ear.

“Let’s take a picture by the Mickey flowers!” Rashelle exclaimed.

You all followed behind her, pulling your phones out.

“Whose going to take our pictures?” Penny asked, lifting her glasses up with her nose.

You scanned around until your eyes landed on one of the workers with a camera hanging around his neck. Quickly, you strode over to him and tapped his shoulder.

“Hey, can you take a picture of us?” You asked, motioning over to your girls.

He glanced at you, and smiled. Nodding his head, “yea. Of course.”

“Sweet!” You gave him your phone and ran back to your friends, who were getting into their positions.

“Just stand anywhere.” Addie grunted. “It doesn’t matter.”

Charm and Penny switched spots to get their ‘good’ side. Something they always did every time you went out with them. You just laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, ready?” The guy asked.

“Yep!”

He snapped a few pictures from your phone, and one with his camera.

“Here you go.” He smirked.

You took the phone and glanced at the picture that lit up your screen. It was a little too bright, which made it look like you and Rashelle both had your eyes closed. But with only being there for two days, you shrugged it off and slipped the phone into your pocket.

“Alright, what do you bitches want to do first?” Charm asked, fluffing her hair with her hand.

“Let’s go on space mountain!” Penny muttered.

“No, let’s ride Indiana jones.” Said Addie, as she fixed the straps to her bag.

You were walking behind them, shaking your head, a smile forming on your lips. They could never agree on anything.

“How about Rashelle and I get fast passes for space mountain, while you girls go wait in line for Indiana jones?” You exhaled, looping your arm with your best friend.

They all nodded, getting their tickets out to hand them to you.

“Okay. Just call me when you are walking back. I’ll keep any eye out for you.“ Addie stated.

The three girls went towards adventure land as you and Rashelle started toward tomorrow land. One of your favorites there.

"It’s so hot!” She spewed, fanning herself. “How am I suppose to find a boyfriend when I’m sweating?!”

You let out a giggle, rolling your eyes. “It’s Disneyland! There are people from all over the world.”

“So? More to choose from.” She smirked. “Who knows, you might just find your Prince Charming.”

“Yea, when Captain Hook flies.” You snorted. “Besides, I’m not looking for anything. I just want to have a good time with my best friends and that’s it.”

“Whatever you say.” She chuckled.

“No one can handle all of this!” You cackled, as you playfully strut across Main Street.

“YAS girl! Work it!”

You glanced back at her, belting out into laughter until you crashed into broad shoulders, that almost knocked you off your feet.

Immediately, you pulled yourself together, feeling panicked. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t-”

The moment you balanced yourself and looked up, your breath hitched to the back of your throat.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, his hand gently on the small of your back, scanning you over. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, still gazing into the depths of his alluring blue eyes. Here you were standing right in front none other than Chris Evans. The guy you drooled over for years since you first saw him on Not Another Teen Movie.

Rashelle watched the entire thing with her eyes wide. She couldn’t believe how close you two were and how worried he was over you. It was like part of a movie playing before her.

You were finding yourself leaning more into him, feeling the warmth of his body against you. You were so close to him, all you could inhale was his scent, which caused your heart to race.

His lips curved more the longer he stared, his hand never leaving you until he realized how long he had held you to him.

He cleared his throat which brought you back to reality.

“Well I’m glad you’re okay.” He chuckled.

You took in a deep breath and shrugged. “I’m glad YOU’RE okay, since I’m the one who ran into you.”

“Trust me, I’m fine.” He looked down at you, not able to tear his gaze away. There was just something about you that drew him to you. Like a chemical reaction. Chris couldn’t shake the feeling.

“A beautiful girl like you can run into me, anytime.” He smirked.

And just like that, your stomach dropped.

“Uncle Chris!” A little boy called from behind, running over.

He turned around, and flashed a cheeky grin, extending his arms out until the little boy ran straight into him. “Hey buddy.”

“Mommy said we can go on Astro blasters!” He cheered. He looked at you and Rashelle, and for a moment, felt shy.

“Sorry, this is my nephew, Miles. It’s his birthday today. Right kiddo?” Chris muttered.

Miles nodded, leaning his head against Chris’ shoulder as one hand clutched on to his shirt.

You smiled up at him, and scrunched your nose. “Happy birthday!” You exclaimed. You could just tell how shy he was. “How old are you? Twenty-five?”

His lips twitched, as he shook his head.

“Mm. Oh I know, you’re forty-eight, huh?”

Miles chuckled to himself, still shaking his head. The wall he had up, was slowly coming down. “I-I’m this many.” He exhaled, putting all fingers up into the air.

Your eyes grew wide as you dropped your jaw, pretending to be so surprised. “Wow! Five? That’s so cool!” You muttered. “I hear that’s the best age.”

Chris watched the way you interacted with his nephew. Which only drew him in more.

“So Miles, what’s your favorite ride in Disneyland?”

“I like the pirate ride! Where we go on the boat and see the Pirates! And then we go down super fast!” He exclaimed. “And there’s guns and treasures!”

You flashed a soft smile, hearing the little boy go on about why he loved it so much. There was something about a little kid talking about something he enjoys that makes it so interesting.

“Yea! That’s my favorite too. And the Peter Pan ride.”

Ethan glanced up to his uncle then back to you. “That’s my mommy’s favorite ride too!”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head.

“What’s your favorite Disney movie?” He asked.

You pondered your thoughts for a moment, and sighed. “Oh that’s a tough one!” You stated. “I love them all! I’m a HUGE Disney fan.” You leaned a little closer to him. “I’m probably the biggest Disney fan in the world.”

Chris huffed, stopping you right at that moment, his finger in the air as he pursed his lips. “I don’t think so.” He muttered.

You furrowed your brows, looking at him. “What?” You chuckled.

“You’re not the biggest Disney fan.”

“Oh really? Then who is?”

He flashed a smile, and pointed his thumbs to himself. “Me.”

A chuckle fell from your lips, as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Laugh all you want, but it’s true. I know everything there is about Disney. I know all of the songs, the movies, even the years they came out–I come out here all the time.”

“Thats funny. Me too. You can ask anyone. Disney is life.” You giggled.

Rashelle, belted out into laughter, “it’s true! This girl would rather watch a Disney movie than go out and party. I mean, she’s watched tangled at least a hundred times, maybe more.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “see. I told you.”

Chris locked his gaze with yours, his smile growing by the second. “Fine, then let’s see who the biggest fan is.” He muttered.

For a moment you scanned his face for bluff, until you noticed he was serious. “What do you have in mind?”

He pondered his thoughts for a moment, until he turned on his heels and looked back. “Scott! Hey–Scott, come here bro.” He called out.

Rashelle leaned into your ear slightly squeezing your arm. “Dude, Chris is definitely flirting with you.” She whispered.

You hushed her, shaking your head. “What? No, he’s not.” You chuckled.

The guy that Chris had called for, strode over to Chris’ side.

“This is my brother, Scott.” Chris said, still holding his nephew in his arms. “Scott, this is–” he paused, looking to you.

“Y/N, and this is Rashelle.” You exhaled.

Chris smirked from the sound of your name rolling off your tongue. Finally, a name to the face. One he would never forget.

Scott flashed a smile, quickly shaking both of yours and your best friends hand. “Nice to meet you, ladies.”

“Alright, so Y/N here ‘claims’ to be the biggest Disney fan–which is bullshit.” Chris quickly winced, covering Miles’ ear. “Crap, sorry buddy.” He put his nephew down, and patted his back.

“Anyways, I need you to ask us a few tough Disney questions. Whoever gets the first few right, wins.”

Scott belted out into laughter, clutching his stomach. “Oh god!” He cackled. “Okay–okay fine. Anything specific or can I just make them up?”

“I-I don’t know, just something not so obvious.” Chris exclaimed.

His brother thought for a moment until something came to mind. “Okay, Who teaches Mowgli the bare necessities of life?”

“Baloo!!” You both yelled, feeling the competitive side of you coming out.

Chris glanced at you, a smile plastered onto his face as you chuckled.

“What?” You giggled.

He shrugged his shoulders, “N-Nothing! I’m just–” he snapped his gaze to his brother. “Alright, next question.”

Scott smiled, “sheesh, you two must really want to beat each other.”

“Just ask the question already! We don’t have all day!” Chris cackled.

“Fine!” Scott threw his hands up, “which hand is replaced by a hook on Captain Hook?”

Your eyes grew, “ahh I know this! Peter Pan is my favorite movie!” You exclaimed. But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember which one it was and it was driving you crazy. “Crap!” You groaned.

Chris furrowed his brows, squinting his eyes as he winced. “Um, left?” He drawled out, not certain of the answer.

“Correct!” Scott cackled.

“Dammit! I knew that one too!” You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling disappointed in yourself.

“It’s okay Y/N, you’re just not that big of a Disney nerd as I am.” He winked.

You pointed your finger into his chest, and pursed your lips. “The game isn’t over yet, buddy.”

He let out a chuckle, “you’re right, it isn’t. But it will be soon. When I win.”

Rashelle raised a hand, grabbing your guys attention. “I have one.” She stated. “Who was the first Disney princess?”

Chris took in a sharp breath, “shit, wasn’t it–”

“Oh Snow White!” You cut him off.

“Hey! I was about to say that.”

“Well, you took too long.”

Rashelle’s phone went off before he could say another word, which made your body jolt.

It was Penny.

“Hello?” She breathed.

“Where are you guys?!” She asked. “We are about to get on the ride!”

“Okay, we are coming.” She muttered. “We will be there soon.”

The call ended, and she quickly placed it into her pocket.

“We have to go.” She stated, pulling on your arm. Looking at the boys, she sighed. “It was nice meeting you guys!”

You looked up at Chris. Your eyes locking as he flashed a soft smile. You honestly didn’t want to leave, especially since talking to him and being around him somehow made you feel whole. But everything has to come to an end, right?

“Come on! The girls are waiting.” She exclaimed, pulling you along with her.

“B-Bye!” You yelped. Just one last glance, until you spin around and followed her to adventure land. Leaving Chris with his brother and nephew.

He watched you until you faded into the sea of the crowd. Wishing you didn’t have to go. He dug his hands into his pocket, feeling a bit bummed.

“They were beautiful.” Scott muttered.

Chris snapped out of his trance, and turned his attention to his younger brother. “Yea they are.”

“Who knows, maybe we will run into them again.”

He slowly nodded, the thought giving him a small piece of hope. “Yea, maybe.”

Miles tugged at Chris’ shirt. “Uncle Chris, that girl forgot her Minnie ears.”

Chris looked at his nephew and furrowed his brows. “Oh yea, Looks like she did!”

In that moment, he felt lucky. Lucky that his nephew noticed the ears, lucky that now he has a reason to go after you and return your item.

“Hey, Scott. Watch Miles okay?” He said.

Scott took the little boys hand, his brows scrunched together. “Where are you going?”

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addie-bear · 6 years ago

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[ @addie-bear @chances-r-high @high-chancellor-raask and also staring a ton of people I’m too lazy to make blogs for ]

(( The following contains spoilers for Game of Thrones. Because I have exactly zero self control. ))

“This emergency meeting of the Senate of the Galactic Alliance is now in session,” Senator Destiel announced from her place at the front of the large room. Addie observed that this was perhaps the largest meeting room she'd ever seen, minus anything she'd seen on the Glitter Massive. The Senators were seated along a large wooden table that curved around the room, vaguely resembling a horseshoe. Addie was placed in the middle at a small desk. She couldn't help but drum her fingers nervously. If she didn't know any better she would have thought that she was on trial.

“Today we are here to discuss possible candidates to replace High Chancellor Ra'ask, or Dwight Dwicky as we've come to truly know him,” Destiel continued. “We have compiled some options. And Miss Denivar the reason you are here, is to give a different perspective. Seeing as in the past we have failed quite spectacularly to listening to outside voices.” She seemed to eye a few people in the room in particular. Addie had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

“So, have you had a chance to look over the candidate files I sent you?”

Addie nearly snorted at the way the question was phrased. As soon as she'd found out what this meeting was to be about she'd thought long and hard about what she was going to say. She took a deep breath and stood up.

“I have, Senator. But...I don't think any of these people you've shown me are what the Galactic Alliance needs.”

“I beg your pardon,” Senator Wark snapped, turning to Destiel. “Destiel I told you this was a bad idea! She's still just some dumb kid.”

“She is a highly intelligent young woman who did what no one else in this room managed to accomplish,” Destiel said. “And the only reason you are angry is because you submitted your own name into that pile. Now sit down.”

Wark grumbled something under his breath in a language Addie didn't recognize, but she could tell just by the look he was giving her that he could be a problem. That was okay. Maybe if she could convince everyone else…

“As you were saying, Miss Denivar?” Destiel encouraged.

Addie cleared her throat. “What the Galactic Alliance needs is someone who truly knows the ins and outs of its government. I'm talking the good, the bad and the ugly. Dwicky had his hands deep in a lot of underground stuff and black market trading. Dirty deals left and right. But if you have someone who understands that world, that lived through it, then they will know how to best get the Galactic Alliance out of it and rebuild the integrity of the union.

“And it...probably wouldn't hurt if he had been originally trained for the job since birth. And actually cared about people.”

Destiel raised a brow. “I'm sorry but...are you talking about Chance Dwicky? Isn't he Dwight’ clone?”

“He is nothing like him, assure you. Starting with how he uses my last name these days.”

“...Didn't he kidnap you?”

“Yes, but kidnapping is just basic courtship tactics in my family,” she said, waving her hand in dismissal. When the room stared at her in a bit of horror, she coughed. “Sorry that was a...bad joke. Look, I'm not wrong. He knows the Galactic Alliance like the back of his hand. He probably knows its problems better than anyone alive. And how to fix them. Yeah, he's done some terrible things. I won't deny that. But it was under manipulation and abuse. He's...so much different than before. He's one of the most compassionate people I know. And well...everyone loves a good redemption story.”

The Senators exchanged looks amongst themselves. Well, all except for Wark, who was pouting like a petulant child. After several moments Destiel turned back to Addie.

“We will...consider it. Thank you, Miss Denivar.”

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“You did what?!”

“Look, I literally only thought about when they showed me the candidates,” Addie explained. “And let it be known I'm not exaggerating when I say they suck, Chance.”

“Addie. I literally can't do this,” Chance argued. “Like... literally cannot.”

“Yes. You can. I know you can. Chance I've seen you take charge of an operating room like you owned the place. I've seen how far you will go for people, and not just people you care about. People who are complete strangers to you.” She reached up and held his face in her hands. “The Galactic Alliance is torn to shreds. Who better to heal it than a doctor? And not just any doctor, someone who knows it better than anyone else every could, someone who's the protégé of Team Nebula's Chief Medical Officer and the Queen of Lazuroth? And you've already built relationships with some of the representatives! so there’s that!

Chance hesitated in his response. He shouldn't be so...floored that Addie had so much faith in him. But...he was. He felt his face heat up and his heart pick up speed. He reached up and took her hands in his. “It's not...that I don't want it. I just...never thought it was a possibility anymore. Like...there have been times where...a part of me wishes I'd went back just so I can over throw him myself but…” He looked into Addie's eyes. But you. But Iris. But everything and everyone I have now.

Addie smiled a little. “You can have it now, though. If you still want it. And you could actually do things the way you want them done.”

Chance took a shaky breath, but he nodded. His name wasn't Chance for nothing.

“They want to meet you tomorrow. Interview you, I guess.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “You're gonna be brilliant.”

Chance smiled, leaning in kissing her forehead. “Speaking of...healing things,” he awkwardly segued. He pulled out a vial from his pocket. It looked eerily similar to the vial Harmonia had sent her, except the liquid looked more holographic. “I...took the liberty of developing this. The vial they gave you wasn't... immediately harmful, but after analyzing what was left in there, I realized it would...well once it wears off it's going to ruin all of your recovery. You'll be back in a wheelchair.”

Addie frowned a little. “Can't say I'm surprised. I figured there had to be a catch somewhere.”

Chance nodded. “This one though...it'll stop that from happening. You'll be fully recovered. Besides, you know, having to monitor you for seizures and such.”

“Fun,” Addie drawled, before her smile returned tenfold. “Thank you, love.” She took the vial from Chance, grinning broadly. “Almost symbolic, don't you think? Take something your asshole dad helped make and then make it better.”

Chance snorted. “Calm down, there, Songbird. I have to win first.” He took her hand as the kept walking along the path of the large solarium. “And I'm pretty sure the odds of that aren't in my favor.”

Chance won the election by a two-thirds vote.

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Dwicky grumbled when he heard movement outside. Usually that signaled yet another person coming to see him, and so far they'd all not been great visits. The last one had been his court assigned lawyer. Apparently even his own personal attorney had turned against him.

At least he was kept up to date on what was going on out there.

His cell door opened and he sat up from his spot on the floor. He couldn't help but cackle. “Well, well. Fancy seeing you here, Commander.”

Addie grinned a little. “It's Admiral now.”

Dwicky's brow furrowed. “Admiral?”

“Yep. Admiral and Master of Arms to the new High Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance.” She smirked. “You should probably be careful of the people you call failure.”

Dwicky just cackled. “What a pretty little ending for you. To the victor goes the spoils, am I right?” She scoffed. “I suppose you do win this round.”

“This round?” Addie asked. She probably shouldn't be rubbing things in his face. That wasn't why she was here. But...it really was far too tempting. “This is curtains for you, I'm afraid. They even gave me permission to use Cynder to execute you.” She folded her arms. “You're done.”

“Do you really think I'll be the last one?” Dwicky asked. “The late monster you'll ever have to take on. The final boss if you will?” He cackled. “Must be nice, believing you're the hero in this story.”

Addie narrowed her eyes. “You certainly aren't.”

“No, you see, you're not understanding, Admiral,” said Dwicky. “How many titles do you have now? Princess of Lazuroth? Admiral and Master of Arms? Phoenix of Justice is the newest one I've heard. Should we slap on Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons on there, as well?”

“I mean, if you must,” Addie told him. “Do you have a point?”

“My point, little bird, is precisely what I tried to tell you before. You think you're so good. Justice incarnate. The savior of the multiverse. But let's take a moment, here. Your mother is the Queen of Lazuroth. Your father the head of the most well known neutral negotiations group in the universe. Your uncle is the Tallest the largest and most stable Irken Empire there is. And now you have one mate the head of the Galactic Alliance and, knowing you, you won't rest until the other is seated on his rightful throne.” He gave her a sickening smirk. “And then there was your display. How you showed the entire multiverse how you'll answer injustice with justice and take down the tyrants with Fire and Blood. Forgive me for continuing the Targaryen theme, here.”

Addie simply stared at him. He was really going hard with the Game of Thrones references, wasn't he? “Are you saying I'm going to meet with a dreadful fate?”

Dwicky's smirk became much more disturbing, a madness in his eyes. “What I'm saying, little bird, is some people are going to watch that broadcast, and maybe they'll see a beacon of light that will come swooping in and free them from the monsters that have them in chains. But others?” He snickered. “They'll take one look at that footage and see nothing more than a threat to everything they hold dear.”

Addie couldn't help it. She snorted before laughing softly. “Oh, Dwight you ignorant slut,” she told him. Her gaze was fierce as she stepped toward him, leaning down to get right in his face. “You say that like that's not exactly what I'm counting on. Because if they're afraid of me, then everything they hold dear is everything I hate. I was born to topple corrupt empires and take down evil megalomaniacs. And you're right about one thing. You won't be the last.”

There was moment of silence as Addie's words hung in the air. She kept her gaze intense, a ferocious glare full of disdain.

Dwicky glared right back, gritting his teeth. They'd taken his metal arm while he was unconscious. Though there was plenty of temptation of strike her, he knew that he stood no chance against her right now. Which was fine. Let her believe she won. He would find a way out of this if it killed him.

Addie finally backed away, standing up straight. There was nothing more to say. This was over.

Except…

“Good luck at your trial tomorrow, Dwight,” Addie told him as she turned around the exit the cell. “Not that it will save you. I'm sure you and my uncle's father will be great friends in hell.”

And with that, she left.

#|birds of prey: the aftermath|#got spoilers #tw execution mention

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mr-dwight-dwicky · 6 years ago

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Multiverse Broadcast from the Galactic Alliance

[ @high-chancellor-raask @dib-adrift @addie-bear @perfect-harmonia ]

This was it. The moment he’d been waiting for. The moment he rallied the troops to begin his movement. To finally take down everyone who was ever in his way. Dwicky cackled a bit under his breath. He knew with Dib and Adalet at his side that he would be unstoppable. Irk, every Irk, would fall, and every other planet, every other universe, with it.

And then, once they perfected the collider, a new world would be built. One without the monsters that stole his everything. One where everything was set to rights. A world he could be proud of.

Check and mate.

“We’re on in five, High Chancellor.”

Dwicky nodded, looking at every camera, ensuring every screen was in place. He turned to Dib. “You ready for your big moment, Commander Membrane?”

“Honestly? I’m pretty excited,” Dib replied, giving Dwicky a wry smile. His heart was racing. This was possibly going to be the coolest thing he’d ever done.

Dwicky smirked, looking over at Addie. “And how about you, little bird.”

Addie looked up at him, smiling genuinely for the first time in a while. “Never happier.”

Dwicky chuckled a bit, looking at the camera once given the signal. “Citizens of the Galactic Alliance, and across the multiverse! I’m sure you’re quite surprised to see me back on the air so soon. But I believe things are going too well not strike while the iron’s hot!” He paused for the soldiers below to cheer. “In just a few short moments, our fleet will be heading out with the hopes to take back what is ours. A life without fear! Without false information! A world without our enemies breathing down our necks!

“Together, we will build an entirely new and beautiful universe!” He pumped his fist into the air, urging the cheering on.

But...no cheering came this time.

Dwicky rose a brow. “What’s with the quiet all of sudden? Don’t tell me my two comrades here and I are the only one’s excited?”

“Um…” Leera said from the background. “High Chancellor…”

Harmonia stayed in the background, swearing in Lazurothian. You have got to be kidding me.

Dwicky’s brow furrowed, trying to see what his secretary and everyone else was referring. His eyes widened in horror.

The Galactic Alliance had only been shown doctored videos of what went down on his former ship. However, showing on the screens, all the fucking screens, was every angle of what happened. Keef and Tallest Red, Tallest Red being tortured nearly to death. The little Ada being locked in a room filled with poisoned gas. Dwicky fighting Agent, and then Chance. Him ranting and cackling the whole time.

“What is this?”

“Oh, don’t you remember me telling you?” Dwicky turned, finding Addie looking at him with the most dangerous smirk on her face. “About how if you wanted a nightingale I’d give you phoenix?” She turned to him fully. “Well here the fuck I am, High Chancellor.”

“You!” Dwicky roar stepping toward Addie. “What have you done?!”

“Nah ah ah,” Dib said, pointing his gun at Dwicky’s head. “I think this is more about what you’ve done. Mr. Dwicky.”

“Dib?! What are you doing?!” Dwicky nearly screeched. “Have you forgotten I’m your only shot at getting your universe back?! Your Zim?!”

“Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t,” Dib told him. “But...I can’t seem to find it in me to argue with justice.” He gave Addie a friendly wink. “Also the evidence here speaks for itself. Not to mention the things Addie showed me from her original timeline, you sick son of a bitch.”

Harmonia ran forward, ice shooting from her hands. “Dwight!”

“Not today, Grandma,” Addie said, twirling The Gavel and causing it to make a huge wall of flames. Addie than looked back at Dwicky. “By the way? That piece of trash you gave me?” She twirled The Gavel and slowly it began to morph. Except it wasn’t The Gavel…

Addie swung The Song of Liberty from side to side. “Get better weapons dealers...sir.”

Dib snorted. He had to admit, he really hadn’t done a good job at reading Addie at all at first. He’d never been so happy to be so, so wrong.

Addie began to look around for high place to speak, finding a bit scaffolding to the side. She climbed up on one of scaffoldings, standing high above the crowd, but still in frame of the cameras.

“This is who you voted for!” She told them. “He manipulated all of you through fear and misinformation!” She pointed to the screens. “Is this what the Galactic Alliance is about? Is this the kind of people you want to be?! People who try to kill little girls out of fear?! People who hold grudges against those who actually try to better themselves?!

“My father once told me even if our leaders won’t do the right thing, we always can. And the right thing right now, is for everyone out there to open their eyes and see this fucker for who he really is! All his talk about taking down tyrants and terrorists? He is a tyrant! He is a terrorist! Take a good look at him, folks! Take a good look at those screens! Is this the kind of person you want in charge?!

“And I’m not just talking to the Galactic Alliance,” She looked right the camera, “Everyone out there take a look at yourselves. At your leaders. Do they really have your best interests at heart? Do they ensure your voice is heard? That you have everything you need? Or are you just means to an end? A cog in a machine? Are you tool used for their own gain, only to be silenced any time you try to speak for yourself? If that’s so, then I’m here to tell you, YOU HAVE THE POWER! YOU HAVE A VOICE! Rise up! And take back the freedoms that have be stolen from you!

“And to all the other leaders of the multiverse, take a moment and reflect. Is this who you want to be? Is your goal to lead through fear and hate and lies? Because If that’s the case,” she twirled the bat in her hand before slamming it on the ground. A ring of fire appeared around her. She tried not to show how startled she was, “then I want you to know that justice always prevails.” She twirled the bat again, putting the flames out. “And having me expose you to the masses of the multiverse? That will be the least of your worries!”.

I know you’re watching. And I want you to see.

“You think you’ve won?!” Dwicky shouted. “You really are a stupid little girl.” He rolled up his sleeve, turning a dial on his wristwatch. “Looks like someone didn’t get all my toys, did they.”

Suddenly a giant mob began jumping up onto the stage, crawling for Dib and Addie. Addie gripped the Adalbat, twisting the handle. It burst into bright purple flames. “Dib, let’s-”

She was cut of as a large, roaring purple and pink dragon landed behind Addie, shaking the scaffolding so much she nearly fell off. The dragon caught her by the back of her shirt and sat her back onto the top. Addie looked up. “Cynder?!”

The dragon roared proudly, nudging her affectionately with her snout. Addie grinned, looking at the army surrounding them. “Wanna kick some ass with me.”

Cynder gave an almost ear piercing roar.

Addie smirked. “Hell yeah.”

The cameras cut off, leaving any screen watching in static.

#|birds of prey|#tw fire #tw violence language #tw attempted murder #tw torture mention #((basically this references the fall of the nightingale arc so))#((also I don't think you're ready for this))

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imaginetonyandbucky · 8 years ago

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The Long Way Round - Part IV of IV

[Part I] | [Part II] | [Part III]

TJ chatters happily during the cab ride to Gabe’s place, wiggling excitedly in his booster seat, his face pressed against the window to watch the unfamiliar neighbourhoods zip by. Bucky’s glad for it; he’s tense and quietly furious, and focusing on TJ’s myriad of curious questions is the perfect distraction.

That only works until he’s standing on Gabe’s front steps, though, TJ now quietly settled on his hip. He’s oddly nervous, reluctant to go in and confront his friends, to get the confirmation of their meddling he’s fairly sure is waiting for him. To buy himself a few more seconds, Bucky fumbles his phone out of his pocket—successfully, without dropping it or TJ in the process—and texts Tony where they are, in case Tony gets back before Bucky’s done here, and doesn’t see the post-it Bucky left on the fridge.

He still hesitates after putting his phone away, shifting his weight from foot to foot, and chewing his bottom lip. It’s stupid, because he knows he will go in eventually, but he can’t help it.

“Bucky,” TJ says, watching Bucky intently when Bucky glances down at him. He studies Bucky for a moment, then pats his cheek, and leans his head against Bucky’s shoulder with a quiet, content sigh.

And that—TJ’s trust in him, the warm weight of TJ, his kid, in his arms—is what snaps Bucky out of his reluctance. He lingeringly kisses the top of TJ’s head, breathing him in, and then he knocks and pushes open the door.

(Watch out for the break, mobile readers!)

Alma is the first one to spot them, coming out of the kitchen just as Bucky pulls the door shut again. “Oh, Bucky!” she exclaims, smiling brightly. “We thought you weren’t coming tonight?” She turns her smile on TJ, and seems completely unbothered when he hides his face away in Bucky’s neck. “And who’s this handsome little man?”

Bucky’s saved from answering by Peggy poking her head out of the dining room. She looks from Bucky to TJ, then settles her gaze firmly on Bucky, and raises her eyebrows, clearly having put it together. Bucky gives a quick nod anyway, and shrugs as best as he can with TJ in his arm, making a sheepish face at her.

Peggy huffs, but steps out into the hall, turning to Alma. “Your husband said something about tiramisu and got everyone all excited. Do you want me to—”

“Oh, nonsense,” Alma tisks, already turning back towards the kitchen. “I’ll get it, you’re a guest. And some plates for Bucky and his little man.”

“Thank you,” Bucky breathes, once Alma is out of earshot.

“What’s wrong?” Peggy asks, warm but straight to the point. She looks at TJ again, then shakes her head, laughing softly under her breath. “This is not what I expected when you told me something came up with Tony.”

“Yeah, well.” Bucky shifts TJ a little, watches him watch Peggy with his fingers jammed into his mouth. “Hey, buddy,” he says softly, waiting until TJ looks up at him before he goes on. “Do you think you can go hang out with Peggy for a little while? I told you about her, remember?”

TJ nods slowly. “Like daddy?”

“That’s right, baby. She’s an omega like your daddy.”

TJ twists to grin at Peggy. “You punch mean people.”

“Oh, for the love of,” Peggy sighs, levelling Bucky with an extremely judgmental look. “That’s the story you told him about me?”

“Not me,” Bucky shakes his head, chuckling, “Tony did. ‘Cause every little boy needs a badass omega who takes no crap to look up to, right?”

“Right!” TJ echoes, and goes easily when Bucky transfers him over to Peggy.

Peggy shoots Bucky one last searching look, but, like the saint she is, doesn’t press. Instead, she bounces TJ to make him giggle, and takes him into the kitchen. “How about we find you some biscuits, ducky?”

Okay, well. Bucky probably deserves having to deal with an overtired kid on a sugar high later for springing all this on her. Fair enough.

After one last, deep breath to steel himself, Bucky walks into the dining room. He’s greeted by a chorus of happily surprised heys and wide smiles, but Bucky holds up a hand, and sharply shakes his head. And now everyone is looking worried or concerned, and that just makes Bucky angrier.

Before anyone can start asking questions or say anything else, Bucky grits out, “What’d you say to Tony?”

“Buck?” Steve is frowning, confused. “What’s going on, what are you talking about? We haven’t seen Tony—”

“Not you,” Bucky interrupts. He waves a hand at the rest of the Howlies clustered around the table. “You, what’d you say to him? The night before we shipped out? What the fuck did you say to him? No,” he adds when the doorbell rings, and Gabe goes to get up, “sit down, someone else will get it. We’re not done here.”

And there is the evidence Bucky was looking for; everyone is beginning to look uncomfortable, and exchange awkward glances. It’s Dum Dum who speaks up eventually, cautiously, “You met him so soon after Brock—”

“That’s not what I’m askin’,” Bucky snaps, and moves over to the table so he can set the ring down on it. “I’m askin’ what kinda bullshit you said to Tony that made him change his mind about proposin’ to me.”

“Shit,” Monty breathes out. Jacques mutters something in French, Gabe drops his face into his hands, and Morita is grimacing down into his wine.

“We didn’t know he was going to—” Dum Dum starts, but quickly holds up his hands and changes course when Bucky glares at him. “We made some assumptions that were, in hindsight, probably not entirely accurate.”

Monty continues, “It looked suspicious, to us, the two of you meeting through his father. And when you started dating so quickly, well. It didn’t seem right, and we might’ve implied that he wasn’t what you wanted, or needed.”

“We were all worried,” Steve says. “They meant well, Bucky.”

“Oh, well, that makes it completely okay, then,” Bucky growls, glowering at them all. “Should I say thank you? Thank you for screwin’ up the happiest relationship I ever had. Thank you for treatin’ me like a fuckin’ child and goin’ behind my back instead of just fuckin’ talking to me. Thank you—”

“Bucky,” Steve tries, but Bucky’s gaining momentum now.

“We were happy. I was so, so fuckin’ happy with him. I loved him,” he says, voice breaking. Then he laughs harshly, clenching his trembling hand into a fist. “I still love him so fuckin’ much. He’s the best fuckin’ thing that’s ever happened to me, and you decided to mess that up for me before you’d even talked to him once. How fuckin’ dare you—”

He cuts himself off when the connecting door to the kitchen opens, and TJ toddles out, one ladyfinger biscuit in each hand, and thankfully looking entirely oblivious to what’s going on. Bucky catches Peggy’s eyes over the top of his head, and she looks mad enough that he knows she heard at least some of Bucky’s yelling. Good. She’ll set their asshole friends straight much more efficiently than Bucky ever could.

“Papa, long cookies, look,” TJ enthuses once he reaches Bucky, holding up his arms to be picked up. He holds one slightly soggy biscuit against Bucky’s lips, and nods in satisfaction when Bucky takes a bite. “Tasty.”

It takes Bucky a moment to get himself under control enough to answer, “Yeah, baby. Very tasty.” He clears his throat, kisses TJ’s forehead, and murmurs, “I love you, sweetheart.”

Everyone in the room—Bucky included, although for a very different reason—seems to be in varying states of shock and disbelief. Steve’s especially pale, though, looking at something over Bucky’s shoulder, so Bucky turns to see what—

“Tony,” Bucky says, then stops talking, having absolutely no idea what else to say.

Tony’s expression as he watches the Howlies and Steve is unreadable. When he walks into the room and picks the ring up from the table, Bucky’s heart sinks, but then Tony turns to him, and smiles, watery but huge. He licks his lips, and ducks his head, blushing a little, but his voice is clear when he holds the ring out, and says, “I haven’t changed my mind.”

“Tony,” Bucky says, again, and this time he doesn’t have to say anything else because Tony gets up on his toes, and kisses him.

TJ gives a squawk of protest at being squished between them, though it turns into giggles when Bucky peppers one of his cheeks with kisses, and Tony blows a raspberry on the other. Then Bucky catches Tony’s mouth again, talking right against his lips. “Let’s get outta here.”

Tony nods, and sets TJ on his own hip, then holds his free hand out to Bucky. “Let’s go home.”

“Bucky,” Dum Dum calls, hurrying after them, the rest of the Howlies and Steve hot on his heels. “I’m sorry.” He looks at Tony, as serious as Bucky’s ever seen him. “We’re all sorry.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Bucky says, tugging Tony along to the door. “Not right now.”

“Bad word,” TJ crows gleefully.

Tony laughs, happy and so, so beautiful. And Bucky, well. He just has to kiss him again.

2020

TJ is darting from Howlie to Howlie with his water gun, cackling like mad as he shoots water at them. He squeals in delight when Steve upends a bowl of water over his head, shaking himself like a dog, and proceeds to rub his wet head against Steve’s face when Steve picks him up.

In Bucky’s arms, Gus makes a small noise, looking grumpy and smacking his lips. Bucky brushes a kiss over the top of his head, and starts swaying gently. “You hungry, buddy? Do we need to go find your daddy?”

After a quick glance to make sure Addie’s still sleeping peacefully in her stroller in the shade, Bucky starts making his way across the yard. TJ’s managed to talk Steve into wrestling with him, and the Howlies are cheering and egging them on, making Bucky kind of glad that TJ is staying over with Peggy and Steve tonight, and he won’t have to put him to sleep.

He gives them a wide berth, rounds the corner of the house, and stops in his tracks when he finally spots Tony, a small, undoubtedly sappy smile spreading over his face. Tony’s lying in one of the lawn chairs, face slack in sleep, and one hand absently cradling the barely there bump of his stomach. Bucky takes a moment to just watch, to drink him in, before perching on the edge of the chair, and stroking a hand through Tony’s hair.

“Bucky,” Tony mumbles, still more asleep than awake, leaning into the touch. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Bucky whispers back, and moves his hand to rub at Tony’s stomach, cupping the bump. “Love you all so much.”

A/N: And that’s a wrap, folks! Thanks for liking, reblogging, and commenting on this story, you’re all awesome!

(And for those of you who are curious: the twins are called Augustus Grant and Maria Adelaide.)

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha bucky #omega tony #kid fic #misunderstandings #hurt/comfort #parenthood #howling commandos #peggy is a howlie #and also a saint #fight me on this #thelongwayround #prompts #potrix

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kidolegend · 8 years ago

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Renewals - A Prompto Argentum Fic (Part 12)

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This chapter was cute~ That is all.

Any reblogs, comments, moral support, constructive criticism, or just some hellos are always appreciated~

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Calls and Kwehs

It hadn’t taken much to convince Gladio and Ignis to help Aranea with her job in Galdin Quay--after all, they had received aid from her at Fort Vaullerey and were perfectly fine with returning the favor.

The next day, Aranea had the airship prepped and ready to go early in the morning. According to the call she received, there wasn't any immediate danger that needed to be dealt with--the daemons, while increasing in number and ferocity, were still pretty far from civilization.

“Are you sure you will be all right?” Ignis hadn’t seem convinced the Aylin was well enough to go.

“I’m good. I won’t get myself into trouble, I swear.” She reassured him.

“That may be true, however trouble often finds its way around quite easily as of late,” The strategist reasoned, a deep frown on his face. Aylin couldn’t be sure, but she had the nagging feeling the advisor was somehow scrutinizing her reaction behind his darkened spectacles. “Perhaps it would be wiser for you to proceed to Lestallum and aid us when we arrive there.”

“I dunno if I'd be much safer in a car or truck on these roads,” Aylin folded her arms, a little peeved. “Y’know, I can handle myself but if you really don't want me around, you can just say so.”

Prompto, Gladio, and even Aranea turned to the strategist, silently awaiting his response to such a candid remark.

Ignis had raised his eyebrows in surprise, his mouth open slightly. Apparently he was unnerved as they were. “That… was not at all my intention and I believe there was a misunderstanding. I was merely concerned for your safety and I apologize if my words were offensive.”

Aylin glanced around at the others and noticed the odd mix of amusement and shock on their expressions. She frowned, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the floor, almost as if she were replaying the last few moments in her mind.

Ignis--aware of the suddenly awkward atmosphere despite not having vision of the hilarious mix of emotions displayed around him--continued after clearing his throat. “If you truly feel you are well enough to join us then I have no qualms about the matter. However, should you have any doubt, please consider bowing out… at least until you are well again.”

“O-oh,” Aylin's face reddened as she realized how snippy her words had sounded in the face of his earnest formality. “Er, thanks. I appreciate your concern. Sorry, I sounded… Uh, I just… yeah.”

Ignis’ lapse of stoicism had ended and the corners of his lips turned up slightly. “Quite all right.”

Aranea shook her head at the group before turning on her heel. “Well, I’m heading to get food before we leave. Ship takes off in two hours so be there or it’ll leave without you.”

“Okay.”

“Gotcha.”

“Yup.”

Ignis dipped his head and followed after the dragoon, signaling to the others to come with if they wanted to eat as well.

Once Ignis had left earshot, Aylin approached Prompto and Gladio with a deadpan look on her face. “Uh, is he always so… worried? Like… All the time?”

“Yeah, worrying is his thing.” Gladio chuckled. “You guys coming or what?”

“Hm, in a bit. Gotta send off Treble and Bass.”

“Yeah, same.” Prompto waved, following Aylin to the makeshift pens they had created for the birds.

“...I hope Ignis isn’t mad at me.” Aylin muttered, a sheepish look on her face.

“Nah. Iggy worries like a mama chocobo, but you get used to it after a while. One of the perks of having a royal advisor around, I guess.” Prompto stretched his arms over his head, yelping as his bird took advantage of his vulnerability by pecking at his jacket. “Aww, c’mon, buddy. Don’t pull anymore studs out, I don’t have glue to put them back on.”

Aylin snorted, busy with her own two birds. “Don’t give Wiz a hard time, all right?” Treble and Bass regarded her with blinking eyes, much quieter than their pale blue counterpart. “And keep watch over Lucky, too--don’t exclude him.”

Prompto’s bird perked up at the sound of its name, giving a squawk and finally letting the blonde readjust his vest. “Ah, I just hope he doesn’t cause too much trouble for them...”

“Nah, they’ll be fine.” Aylin refocused her attention on the chocobos. Bass had stepped forward and dipped his head towards her and after stroking his feathers soothingly she leaned in, pressing her forehead against the bird’s beak. Both had their eyes closed and looked almost as if they were praying.

Prompto watched with fascination as Aylin turned to Treble and repeated the ritual, the white bird pressing her forehead against Aylin’s gently. The bird whistled, sounding a little sad to be leaving the young woman. Prompto’s fingers twitched--he felt the urge to capture the endearing moment on camera, but he also didn’t want to disturb the two. His moment of hesitation cost him the shot--by the time he had reached for his pocket they had both stepped back.

She scratched the back of her head, spotting Prompto staring at her with wide eyes. “Sorry about that. Uh, is Lucky ready to go?”

“O-oh,” The gunner jolted and whipped around back towards his own steed, his ears burning. Lucky had also watched the interaction and cocked his head cutely to one side. As Prompto reached out to readjust the saddle on his back, Lucky misinterpreted the motion and shoved its face forward in an attempt to mimic the other two birds.

The chocobo only succeeded in ramming its head into Prompto’s, sending the blonde sprawling backwards into the dirt with a shout. Lucky straightened back up immediately, flapping its short wings and squawking loudly in confusion.

“L-Lucky!!” Prompto scrambled back to his feet, a whine in his voice.

Aylin burst out laughing, covering her mouth and trying to disguise the fact that she had just snorted at the gunner. “Holy shit, are you okay?!”

Prompto’s lips were pressed together and his face was bright red. “Y-yeah, I just…”

Aylin was holding her side as she continued cackling at him, beyond amused. The blonde couldn’t help but smile at the mirth. “Gods, was it really that funny?”

“I-I’m sorry, but the look on your face, ahaha!” Aylin tried collecting herself, taking a deep breath and holding it.

Prompto found himself laughing too as the young woman tried and failed to contain her giggles. “Man, kinda wish I could have recorded that.”

“Ah, my stomach hurts from all the laughing, wow.” After a few more moments, Aylin was finally able to settle down, a cheerful grin still on her face. “Well, we should send the birds off and get something to eat. I’m hungry.”

“M’kay, sounds good.” Prompto approached Lucky a bit more cautiously, checking that the reins were secure one last time before giving the blue bird a hug. “Later, buddy.”

It didn’t take long for the three birds to trot off into the distance, but Prompto and Aylin waited until they had disappeared into the darkness before heading towards the diner.

“So, how’d you get your birds so well trained, Aylin?”

She shrugged. “I’ve known them since they were chicks. Since Lucky hasn’t spent as much time with you there’s still a bit of disconnect, but that’ll go away with time.”

Prompto tipped his head to one side. “Since they were chicks?”

“Yeah, Levant and I visited Wiz’s Chocobo Post for the first time during the spring, when the babies were hatching.”

“Aww, so Wiz let you pick out baby birds?” The blonde couldn’t help but be a little envious--the chicks were just so cute and fluffy!

“Actually no,” Aylin scratched the back of her head, a little embarrassed. “Wiz normally keeps the chicks in with their mothers after they hatch. Levant and I… We broke the rules.”

Prompto’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh?”

“Yeah, we snuck into the stable area where all the mothers and eggs were.” She laughed at the memory. “Gods, we caused so much trouble… Anyways, we walked in right when these two were hatching and after they had imprinted on their mother they turned and spotted us. The rest is history.”

“Wow.”

“Wiz was so mad,” Aylin shook her head. “He knew we had gotten in when Treble and Bass decided to follow us out of their pen and all around the Post. But those kinds of bonds can’t really be broken so his hand was forced… We did favors like cleaning up the stables to make up for it, but the birds were ours.”

Prompto laughed. “I can’t believe it. I didn’t think you were such a troublemaker, Aylin.”

She shrugged again. “I mean, we were still young. Levant and I didn’t really get many opportunities to mess around when we were kids, so we got a little crazy once we got some freedom.”

“Oooh.” Prompto wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to her sad words “So...you and your brother didn’t really get to go out much?”

Aylin nodded, shuffling her feet. “Yup. We had… a strict household. My dad… he left for good when we were old enough to take care of ourselves.” There was something familiar behind her eyes, something Prompto recognized in his own expression.

She wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“I’m sorry,” He pursed his lips in sympathy. He couldn’t bring himself to feel any animosity over the realization--it would be hypocritical of him after he had done the same his entire life. Despite whatever secrets she might have been harboring, he trusted her.

Aylin hadn’t noticed his brief internal debate, continuing with her story. “Levant started working part-time once he got into high school to help with bills and stuff… He didn’t have much time to hang out with friends or be a normal teen, but he tried making sure I could have some of that freedom.”

“Sounds pretty rough…”

“It probably was. Lev never really talked about it, though. And I… I did what I could to support him, even when he insisted that I should ‘go on and enjoy being a kid.’” Aylin’s steps faltered and the two of them came to a halt outside the diner.

“You two were so close.”

“Mhm. I was sick a lot when we were little and Levant was the one who took care of me.” She cracked another grin. “He was almost like Ignis, with the way he’d nag and fuss. What about you?”

Prompto blinked. “M-me?”

“Yeah, I feel like I’ve blabbed on about my brother so much, but what about your family?”

“Ah, well…” The gunner looked down at the ground. He shuffled his feet, his throat suddenly dry and his hands sweaty as he tried to speak.

Aylin noticed how the conversation had taken a sudden turn and backpedaled, unsure of how to deal with the situation. “Er, actually, why don’t we go eat first? I mean, if you don’t wanna talk about it that’s totally fine.”

“I…” He took a moment to deliberate before nodded, a little defeated. In the back of his mind he could feel the self-doubt creeping up on him again. ‘I guess I’m still too scared.’

“C’mon, let’s go get some food.”

“...Yeah. Sorry, I… I don’t really feel like talking about it right now.” Prompto offered an apologetic smile, but it looked more like a grimace.

“Eh, don’t worry about it.” She waved a dismissive hand, an uneasy look on her face. Prompto couldn’t be certain, but it looked like Aylin was uncomfortable in difficult social situations.

It was a problem he knew all too well, having grown up with the same issues. Thankfully he was able to handle it better and changed the subject relatively smoothly as he ushered her into the diner. “So... what do you normally eat at Takka’s? I’m a huge fan of the spicy beans.”

The look of relief on her face was apparent and Prompto couldn’t help but be a little proud of himself. “Spicy beans? N-nah, I can’t handle too much spice.”

“Oooh, weak with spicy foods?”

Aylin flushed, but returned the jibe playfully. “Weak?! Says the person who got bowled over by their chocobo!”

“T-that was an accident and you know it!” He folded his arms, pouting.

“Suuure, wait until I tell Aranea and the others and we’ll see what they think.” She tipped her head towards the bar, where the others had turned to watch their bickering with varying degrees of amusements.

“What?! No way!” He gave a dramatic gasp. “You wouldn’t dare…”

“Hey guys, guess what just happened to Prompto outside?”

“Aylinnnnnnn!!”

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Petals & Thorns - chapter 2/?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x oc

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.5k

SONG OF THE CHAPTER - this city • sam fischer

The entrance hall was littered with excited children. She upturned her nose at the sight. Even the first years seemed to already hold a fear for her. They saw how the older students watched her and cowered away. They didn't want to get involved. She laughed to herself as she watched Peeve's begin his yearly mischief. That didn't hold her attention long, though. She felt a group following her as she presented herself into the great hall. Behind her followers, Draco carried himself with his own band of baboons. She hadn't given him a second look as they returned to the school. She let her feet take her to her seat. She always resumed the spot at the table closest to the professors. As she floated down the walkway, she caught eyes with Snape. He gave her a smile as he saw her face. She had always been his favourite student. She was quiet, intelligent, and in his house. She wasn't a show-off. Her brains were only revealed when she was called upon, and when she demonstrated it in her work. She didn't jump to answer questions, or shout out answers.

She sat on the bench. Pucey resumed his spot beside her. The rest of the boys filed down a line. She usually had them organized in the most important order to her. It went Adrian, then Marcus, and then Lucian. She didn't care where the other two situated themselves. Her brother sat across from her. It wasn't unusual that the Malfoy children held the head of the table. Although she didn't associate much with him, she expected him to follow her lead. Often times, she found Draco watching her. He wanted to be like her, but was too tempered to hold the same attitude. He followed her much like the rest of the boys, hoping to learn something from his sister. His feeling of inferiority was not hidden. He wanted his parents to look at him the way they did with her. Although she believed Draco was Lucius's favourite child, the youngest child did not believe this was true. He could never make his father as proud as he was of her.

The students crowded inside, taking their chairs at their respective tables. Addy watched as the Gryffindor table became populated. She scowled at the red and gold. She didn't have a particular distaste for a specific person. Just the thought of the big-headed occupants made her uneasy. She knew she was no better, holding herself like a god of Slytherin. At least she had purpose. Her last name gave her a reason to be conceited. The Gryffindor's thought they were superior merely for the fact they had Harry Potter in their house. He wasn't special. He survived the night of The Dark Lord purely by protection of his parents. She was well aware of the charm his mother casted on him with her love. He wasn't powerful, her sacrifice saved him. With a look to Dumbledore, McGonagall started the first years into their sorting. Although she was head of a house Addy hated, Adalinda held respect for her. She was a powerful wizard and a great teacher.

As each new Slytherin was sorted, their table erupted into chaotic cheers. She gave three claps for each, no more, no less. She didn't let a word escape her mouth as they walked over. They were only true Slytherin's in her eyes if they could prove themselves. The hat shouting a name didn't give them status, it gave them a challenge. They had to make her believe they were worthy of the title. Many upper-years still hadn't proven their place to her yet. Blaise Zabini was the only underclassman she accepted as a true Slytherin. He was calculated, smart, and showed many traits she admired. She thought of her brother and his other friends as unworthy. Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle were a disgrace in her eyes. They were stupid, angry, and everything else she disliked. They blindly followed her brother.

As the sorting finished, Dumbledore stood and bid them the right to begin their feast. The boys around her slobbered over their plates, causing her to glare at them. They picked up on her look, and calmed themselves down. If they wanted to be associated with her, they wouldn't present themselves as fools. She carefully arranged her plate with food. She ate slowly, avoiding any messiness. She didn't bother going back for seconds. Her parents had taught her it wasn't lady-like to do so. Her brother, on the other hand, gorged himself until he could barely breathe. She gave a snide expression at him. He looked down, nervously.

"Way to outdo yourself." She muttered. He didn't respond. She didn't have a chance to say anything else as Dumbledore presented himself at his podium.

"So, now that we're all fed and watered!" He started. The group of Slytherin's looked between themselves with a smile. "I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices." Everyone's eyes held him now. "Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-Yo's, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list compromises some four hundred and thirty seven items, I believe, can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anyone would like to view it." She gave a small laugh as the words came from his mouth. She hated Filch, and nobody abided by his rules or lists.

"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forests on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is Hogsmeade to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not be taking place this year." Sounds of astonishment surrounded her. All of her friends were a part of the team. They were angry at the fact it would be taken away from them. Especially Marcus and Lucian, who were in their final year. She figured Marcus might still be able to play, as he still had a chance at failing.

"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy — but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-" he was cut off as the doors of the hall swung open once again. They all turned to look, and observed Allistor 'Mad-Eye' Moody making his entrance. Dumbledore announced him as this years Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. Her group shared a look with each other as hushed chatter fell over the room.

"Mad-Eye," she scoffed. "This is bound to be interesting." She cackled quietly. Adrian laughed too, signalling for the rest of them to begin. She felt his hand snake onto her thigh under the table. Her breath stuck in her throat. She bit her tongue and let his fingers rest there.

"As I was saying," Dumbledore began again. "We are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year!" He hollered. Students erupted into cheering and excitement. She felt a smirk playing on her lips.

"Told you guys it'd be a good year." She reminded the boys around her.

"You're joking!" A voice hollered from the Gryffindor table. The whole hall broke out into a laughter. She craned her neck to see who it came from. She bit back a small smile when she saw the excited face of Fred Weasley. He was a boy she didn't cross paths with often, but he always made her laugh when she did. She hated to admit it, but she found his jokes and pranks quite amusing. Him and his brother brightened some of her worst days at Hogwarts. She had never shared an actual conversation with him, but he presented himself in many of her classes. His charming smile and bright personality was hard to be ignored. He had to be her favourite out of the lot of them. He was smart and ambitious enough to be a Slytherin. Adrian caught sight of her smile, thinking it was out of distaste.

"He's a bloody idiot, isn't he?" He asked, but her attention wasn't on him. She held it on the ginger boy across the dining hall. "Addy?" He asked again, gripping her thigh harder. She jumped out of surprise, receiving looks from her housemates. She knocked his hand out of the way, rubbing the tender skin he had caused a discomfort to. He had gripped it so hard it caused a stinging feeling. She let the thought drift from her mind.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. He's definitely the biggest prat of them all." Her brother looked over at her after the encounter. His eyes held suspicion. He gave up when she shot him a glare.

"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he laughed as well before continuing. "Though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar-" he was cut off again my McGonagall clearing her throat. "Er — but maybe this is not the time, no. Where was I? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament. Well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely." Dumbledore derived into a speech about the history of the tournament. Draco caught her eyes from across the table once again. She hardened her jaw and kicked him forcibly in the shin. He let out a grunt of pain as Marcus and Adrian laughed.

"I never said you could look at me." She challenged. She knew why he was, though. He found himself aware of her staring at the Weasley boy. If word got back to her father about it, she would be in for a punishment. Her tactic of avoidance was to scare her brother into forgetting about it. To her relief, it worked. He never caught her glance again. Dumbledore finished his explanation in this time, and the Slytherin's returned their attention to the headmaster. He announced the impending arrival of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. "Looks like you can be reunited with your Durmstrang friends." She shot at her sibling. He gave her a snide snarl. After this, Dumbledore announced the restrictions of the contest, including the age limit.

When they were dismissed from the hall, Adalinda found herself the first out. She walked slowly, waiting for her acquaintances to show themselves. She found herself in the way of everyone, and stepped backwards out of the way of a seventh year Ravenclaw. In doing so, she collided with another body. They both tumbled to the floor, and she found herself gasping in shock. As her arse hit the floor, her skirt rolled up enough to show the red finger-marks littering her leg. She scrambled to cover them. Whoever she had run into had gotten himself back up, and reached out a hand to help her. She grabbed it, gratefully. She was angry, first. She expected to yell at whoever had run into her. When she stood, her blue eyes fell deeply into a set of warm, brown ones. Goosebumps prickled her skin, and she found herself devoid of words. That was something she was not often. For the hand attached to hers belonged to nobody else but Fred Weasley, the previous holder of her attention. She swallowed hard as his gaze bored into her.

"Sorry about that, I'll be more careful next time." A ghost of a grin danced on his mouth, afraid to be on the end of a wrath. She didn't have a great reputation of kindness. His ginger hair fell into his eyes, framing his face.

"No! No, it was my fault. Don't worry about it." Her pink lips upturned into a genuine smile. His matched her actions.

"Adalinda, right? You're Draco's older sister." Of course he knew who she was. He was one of the hundreds who admired her. Even he wasn't spared to her beauty.

"Addy, just call me Addy." She rushed out. He gave a nod. She didn't love her full name. She much preferred her nickname from people she liked. She froze at her thought. Liked? No. She hated him, he was a blood traitor. She had to.

"I like it." He complimented. She moved to speak again, but was cut off by an angry voice beside them.

"Adalinda!" Adrian shouted. Fury was stripped into his tone. She looked down at their still intertwined palms. At her name being called, she drew her hand from his as if she had been burned. Fear collided in her features. Fred gave her a sad look, not wanting to get her in trouble.

"Next time, watch where you're going, Weasley!" She shouted, her usual personality making an appearance. Adrian seemed to relax at her harsh command. He was less angry with her. Fred's kind eyes held confusion at her sudden outburst, but he covered it easily. By now, her entire group had their eyes on her. "Don't ever speak to me again!" Her face held guilt as she shouted at him. Her heart broke as she yelled. She didn't want to be mean to him. He was kind to her, and he didn't deserve the treatment. He understood why she was doing it, and played along.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault." He backed away sheepishly. She upturned her nose at him, giving him an apologetic glance as she did so. The others didn't notice this. The only one who could see it was Fred.

"Don't let it happen again." She spat, returning to her flock of Slytherins. Her brothers eyes watched her suspiciously. The group of them set off to the dungeons, ready to retire for the night. As they passed, George joined his twins side.

"What was that about?" He asked, angrily. He didn't see the encounter before she had to yell at him. Fred wasn't upset at her words. Her actions when nobody was around proved her true personality. The stalked off to the Gryffindor common room. Fred stayed silent for a moment as they walked. He thought about her eyes, her apology as they stood. She told him to call her by her nickname. Fred had barely ever spoken a word to her in his life, but the glint in her eye and that straight toothed smile sent him into overdrive. He never got to see her beauty that close before.

"George, I think I just met the love of my life."

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