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mariesdeluluworld · 4 years ago

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Nameless Fear (Jon Snow x Reader) Part 1

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚: 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙩��𝙮

𝙔/𝙣 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧

"Father, what does this mean?" asked young Y/n Lannister. Her eyes were wide and full of curiosity. Lord Tywin Lannister looked over at his youngest, his calculating green eyes met her (e/c) eyes she got from her mother. Rumors were spread far and wide that Lord Lannister loved and favored his youngest out of all of his children.

"Father, what does this name mean?" Y/n asked once more, pointing her small index finger to the ink scribbled into her forearm. Tywin's eyes traveled to where his child was pointing at and his eyes widened at the name scribbled in her smooth skin. Memories of Joanna flooded his mind as he stared at the familiarity of this situation.

"Father?"

"Come here, Y/n," he commanded. Little Y/n walked across the stone floor to her father, her hair bouncing as she walked. Silence overlapped the two Lannisters, only the faint sound of crickets could be heard.

"Lend me your arm,"

Y/n did as she was told and let her father look at her arm. The pads of his fingers traced her skin, sending shivers up her spine.

"What is it?" she asked in a shy voice. Tywin met her eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "It's a soul mark." she furrowed her brows in confusion. "You don't know what a soul mark is?" questioned Tywin. Y/n nodded. "We haven't covered it yet in my lessons," she said sheepishly.

Of course! Thought Tywin. She's only 6 name-days after all.

"A soul mark is a gift that the gods give very special children, the name of your soulmate. I have one, and so does your brother Tyrion. As well as your Uncle Kevan." Y/n's little hands overlapped one another, her brows were pulled tightly together.

"But what if I don't want a soulmate father?" Tywin sighs and closes his eyes before answering his daughter. "Well, I guess if you don't want one then . . . then you'll never meet them." Y/n opened her mouth but Tywin raised a finger. "But, make no mistake Y/n, when finding your soulmate you will feel like your soul is finally complete. That empty space will be filled, and you'll do everything in your power to keep them safe."

Y/n just stared at her father, her eyes widening at his words. Her small child mind's wheels turning and thinking. "What if . . . what if my soulmate is an enemy? What if he's a . . . a highborn." Tywin's eyes danced with mirth at his child's remark. Even though she was only a child, she still thought about her family more than her own desires. A true Lady of the Rock. Unlike her sister or brothers.

"When the time comes, we'll figure it out. But until then," Tywin cupped her face with his calloused hands. "You will learn, fight, and be a Lannister. A lion. My heir." he kissed her forehead and Y/n closed her eyes, bathing in the pride she was overcome with. She was a Lannister, and Lannister's don't act like fools. They were lions. They were powerful. And she would be the lioness of Casterly Rock.

Years passed since the day Y/n discovered her soul mark, and ever since - she's covered it up. She vowed to never give her enemies a weakness. And the name on her arm was a weakness. She trained day and night, in the training yard, and in her fathers' study. Since the day she was born, she was taught how to be a Lady. The Lady of Casterly Rock, and every day she trained and did her very best. Proving to her father that she was capable of handling the Lannister Ancestral home. On her 10 and 6 name day, she received a letter from her elder brother Jamie Lannister, asking her to come to King's Landing.

"Father," said Y/n as she strutted into her fathers' study in Casterly Rock. Lord Tywin looked up at his daughter, placing his quill down. His green eyes studied her as she walked into the threshold, her head held high, her shoulder back. She walked with grace and confidence.

"Y/n," he said and gestured for her to take a seat. "Father I've received a letter from King’s Landing," she takes the rolled-up parchment out from her dress pocket and hands it to him. "It's from Jamie," Tywin takes the parchment and reads it quickly.

"He wants you to come to King's Landing," he mused. Y/n nodded her head. "Yes, he thinks it would be good for me to come to that rat's nest." Tywin laughed dryly. "Ha!"

He rolls the letter back up and places it on his desk. "Tell me Y/n," he laced his hands together. "what do you think of this?" Y/n sighs before answering. "I think it would be good for me to go. It would help me make friends and allies at court. Also, I may even help Tyrion and Tysha with their children and teach Tysha more about being a proper lady of the court." Tywin hummed. "And, this visit can help me oversee how bad of a King Robert is."

"You don't need to be there to see how bad of a King Robert is, Y/n, everyone in the seven bloody kingdoms knows. The only reason why they aren't starving is because of us, House Lannister." Tywin stood up from his desk, the chair scraping against the stone floor. He walked over to the portrait of Lady Joanna, Y/n's late mother, with his arms behind his back.

"Father?"

Tywin didn't answer, he just stared into the painted face of Joanna. After the birth of Tyrion, the Maester warned Joanna and Tywin that no more children should be born, for it might kill her. But one night, Tywin and Joanna were caught up in the passion of love that they didn't realize Tywin spent himself inside her. Because of that night, Joanna fell pregnant. For nine-months, Tywin was a wreck. He worried and tried everything in his power to help with the birth of his fourth child. But he did not have the power of the gods. Y/n was born during a blood-red dawn. Even on the cusp of death Lady Joanna held her baby girl in her arms while crying. Tywin was there with his wife and daughter, holding Joanna as she became weaker with every passing minute. For the last hour of her life, Joanna held her daughter and spoke to Tywin, telling him that she loved him, and their children.

After her death, Tywin gave his daughter a name; Y/n of House Lannister. The name came from a great Lannister warrior, Y/n "Red Lion" Lannister. Unlike all the other Lannister, Y/n "Red Lion" Lannister was not just a Lady of the Rock, she was one of the greatest female warriors of Westeros. Her deeds and bravery rivaled Visenya Targaryen. Though she did not ride a dragon, like Visenya, she did ride a Lion. The Lannister Warrior named her lion Leo. And Leo was the warrior's most trusted companion, she raised the lion since he was a cub, and she became like Leo's mother.

Y/n loved her namesake's story, and she too hoped to become like her. When she first heard the story of her namesake from her father, Y/n begged Tywin to get her a lion. It took time but on her 5th name day, she woke up to her father presenting her with an iron key. The key belonged to a cage where a small lion cub sat. Y/n squealed and thanked her father, jumping around and laughing at the sight of the lion.

Everyday Y/n would take her lion cub and train him, fed him, and walked him like a dog. She named her lion Ty, after her father. Ty grew up very fast and soon became Y/n's protector. He never did leave her side, only when he was commanded to by his mother. Ty was tame, but if anyone threatened his mother, the last thing they would see would be a lion roaring and bashing his teeth before going in for the kill.

"You will go to King's Landing Y/n," Tywin turns his head. "and you will observe Robert," Y/n furrowed her brows. "If I may ask father, why?" He smirked. "Because it's been too long for that fat excuse of King has been unsupervised."

Y/n chuckled. "You speak of him as if he's a child,"

"Which he is,"

She smirked at her father. "I have no doubt Father, but why me?"

"Because you and Kevan are the only ones I trust, at the moment." He walks over to Y/n and stops in front of her. "Your siblings have failed me - have failed our House. You, my daughter, are the savior of our House. You shall restore our family name. You will be the Heir to the Rock."

"But I thought Jamie -"

"Jamie will never give up that gold cloak. He would rather serve than become Warden of the West. And Tyrion, he's a dwarf, a drunk, and I'm not even sure if he's my son." Y/n nodded her head. She knew, of course, her fathers' doubts of Tyrion being his son.

"And I shall never give the seat of Warden to your sister's children, Tommen is too young, and Joffrey . . ." he trailed off. Joffrey was sadistic. He loved seeing people in pain, bleeding, and loved to hear their screams. He wasn't fit to be King of the Seven Kingdoms. But he was Heir. And Tommen was a spare.

"The Rock falls to you, Y/n, and I have trained you for this spot, for you to be Wardrenss since you were pushed out from your mother's womb," Tywin said. He placed his hands on Y/n's face, looking into her eyes, Joanna's eyes.

"Make me proud, Y/n. Make our House proud."

Y/n looked up at her father. She was only 16, but she was ready. Ready to prove herself. She was ready to be a Lannister.

"I will Father. I promise. I will make our family, my mother, proud."

And for the first time in a very long time, Lord Tywin Lannister smiled.

"Into the rat's nest we go," muttered Y/n as she got off her white mare. Her red cloak flowed behind her as she walked, her feet moved with purpose and didn't falter. Her shoulders were back and her head held high as she walked over to her family. Cersei, Jamie, Tyrion, and her niece and nephews.

Jamie embraced her first, hugging her tight. "Welcome, sister," he said in her ear. Y/n hugged him back before letting go and greeting her other older brother; Tyrion.

"Hello, Tyrion,"

"Ahh, hello little sister, I hope the ride to Kings Landing wasn't troubled."

Y/n smiled at her brother before leaning down to hug him and kiss him on the cheek. Tyrion and Jamie loved her more than Cersei, the brothers protected Y/n from a very young age. When Y/n was just a girl of seven, Jamie chased away a boy who tried to kiss her - even though Y/n had already slapped the boy and kicked him in his groin - while Tyrion comforted her and lectured the boy before their father could attack him with an open sword.

"Y/n, how do you fair?" questioned Queen Cersei after Y/n released Tyrion and stood up. Y/n met her sister's narrowed green eyes. The Queen was beautiful but old. With Y/n standing in front of her, any onlooker could see how much fairer the young Lannister was.

"I am fine, sweet sister." Y/n turned her gaze towards her eldest nephew Joffrey. His arms were crossed and there was a bored expression on his pouty face. His blonde curls framed his face and created a golden curtain around his Lannister features.

"Hello, Joffrey,"

"Aunt Y/n," A cruel smile appeared on Joffery's face that made Y/n shiver. "I'm so glad that you've come all this way to King's Landing,"

Y/n was about to reply when seven-year-old Tommen squealed in delight at the sight of a large caravan flying House Lannister flags. Y/n's guard's surrounded the caravan, protecting her sweet lion.

"Ahh, Ty's here." Joffery watched as his Aunt's guards stopped and started shouting orders. A man with short copper hair and silver armor with a flaming tree etched on his breast-plate was the one shouting commands to the other guards. This man had bronze color eyes and stood proud as if he was born to lead. This was Ser Addam Marbrands little brother, Eric Marbrand, commander of Y/n Lannsister's guards.

Joffery could hear scratching and something growling from inside the caravan, while Tommen watched in awe. Myrcella clutched onto her mother's arm, fearing the creature that made such noise.

Eric walked over to his Lady and bowed curtly at the royal family before addressing Y/n. "My Lady," Y/n smiled at Eric. "Thank you, Eric, for seeing to my beloved lion's safety," She gave him a small peck on his cheek before walking over to the now open caravan. A blush coated Eric's face before he composed himself and followed after his lady, a hand on the hilt of his sword. He would be damned if anything happened to Y/n, he would die for her, but until then, he shall follow her and protect her.

A large yellow paw was the first thing Tommen saw before he squealed louder, making Joffery scoff and complain about how un-princely his little brother sounded. Although Joffery was too impressed and excited to see his rumored Aunt's "baby".

"Ty!" Y/n said and the blonde lion walked out of the comfy caravan towards his mother. Ty rubbed his face on Y/n's dress while she laughed and smiled at her lion. The big lion purred as Y/n rubbed behind his ear, turning the big furious lion into a house cat.

Tommen tried to walk up to his Aunt but his mother grabbed his arm and stopped him. The seven-year-old prince glared at his mother but Cersei didn't even pay attention, she was too busy glaring at her younger sister.

"Why did you bring this beast?! This thing could kill one of my children!" she scowled. Y/n just sighed and looked up from her lion to her big sister. "Ty would never hurt a child, Cersei, he's trained. And he only attacks unless I command him to."

"Mama, I want to go pet him!" said Tommen. Y/n smiled indulgently at her youngest nephew. "Tommen," started Cersei before Tyrion interrupted her and walked over to his young sister. He waddled over to the lion and he put out his hand for Ty to sniff. "Well, I must say, sister, this is a surprise," he said. "Father let you take this . . ." he trailed off as Ty licked his hand.

"Yes Tyrion, father knows that wherever I go, Ty comes along. Besides, father likes knowing that I have a fierce lion protecting me when he cannot." Y/n giggled as Ty started licking Tyrion's face making the dwarf laugh nervously.

"Tyrion, where's Tysha?" Y/n asks, her eyes looking around the courtyard. "Ah, I see you haven't heard, Tysha is resting. She's just given birth to a girl. Thomas and Janus are with their baby sister as we speak," The young lion smiled at her brother. "Congratulations, brother dear." Tysha and Tyrion have been trying to have a baby girl for a while now and it seems like the gods have blessed them.

When Tyrion was 16 and Y/n 8, he met Tysha near Casterly Rock. She was being chased and almost raped by bandit's and Jamie chased them away while Tyrion comforted the girl with black hair and blue eyes. She was lowborn but Tyrion didn't care about that. Tyrion was born with the name "Tysha" on his wrist, and when they first touched they felt a spark. Tyrion fed her, drank with her, and talked. They fell in love and made love that night. Afterward, she sang him a song and kissed, they were so in love that Tyrion married her without their father's permission. They found a drunken Septon and got married with only pigs to witness their union. They lived in a cottage by the sunset sea where they made love, kissed, and sang. But when Septon sobered up, he told Tywin of his dwarfs' son's marriage. Tywin was enraged that day and only young 8-year-old Y/n could stop her father from doing what he intended to do. She convinced him that if he went through with his plan she would kill herself. She wouldn't stand by and live knowing that her father split up two soulmates. Tywin cried that night and hugged his last living memory of Joanna and promised to never split Tyrion and Tysha up.

The next day he and Y/n went down to Tyrion's and Tysha's cottage and took them to the Rock where Septa's and Y/n taught Tysha how to be a proper lady. That was Tywin's condition, if Tyrion wanted to live in the Rock with his wife, she would become a proper lady. Turns out that Tywin greatly enjoyed Tysha's presence and she soon became part of the Lannister Family, though she and Tyrion would never inherit the Rock. Cersei hated Tysha but then again, she hated almost everyone that wasn't her or was a threat.

"I'm glad, brother, you and Tysha deserve all the happiness in the world." Y/n said before looking at her sister. "If you don't mind sister, brothers, I'm very tired. Would you please show me to my room?" Cersei nodded. "Jamie, show our little sister where she'll be sleeping." Cersei turned and headed back inside the Red Keep with her children trailing behind her with a few Lannister guards shadowing her movements.

"Come, sister," said Jamie sweetly before leading her through the Red Keep.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 5 years ago

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Life After Snowpiercer: Still Alive

Summery- Curtis (hints of You) makes his way through the cars, and reaches the end to find a surprise waiting for him. Violence.

If you want to read the story Curtis told Nam, read it here- Past Horrors

Word Count- 2967

Chapter 3 / Masterlist

“OPEN IT, OPEN THE FUCKING GATE!”

Curtis stood at the final gate, the final mother fucking gate, his palms slapping at it, his boots ramming into it, and his rage, all that rage from the past 17 years, and more recently the two days it took him to fight his way here, so many lives, gone. His revolution had become a blood bath, Gilliam executed, Grey stabbed, Tonya shot, You… well he couldnt even let himself go there, not yet. Edgar, well fuck Edgar he betrayed, having left him laying among the rest, setting out right after the battle of the tunnel, leaving the majority of people behind to care for the dead and wounded. There was no time to stall.

Hours before in horror he watched the front enders slaughter his people in the television screen,among a car full of children singing praises to the almighty Wilford, the saviour. The armed men entered the gate and were lost from sight. Curtis just felt that all of you were gunned down without a care. No…. He almost broke right then and there, he could see them entering the last car, the one where he supposedly had you kept safe. His breathing picked up, his chest tightened and black stars swarmed in his vision. Then the tv crackled the noises of gunshots and flares of white could be seen coming out of the darkest gateway, all of it so grainy on the screen, but it was picture clear for him. No bodies could be seen, but the way his whole being just shattered into a million biting glass edges, slicing unseen wounds through his mind, he lost you, he couldnt keep you safe after all. Tonya smacked his face. “Curtis snap out of it, you have to lead us”

How can I? Shes gone, they shot her. His mind pieced together an image of your body crumbled in the middle of the aisle, bright red blossoming around you like a opening flower across your back, your hand outreaching for the darkness that might have hid you. Your eyes, the ones hes seen laughing, crying and loving, glassed over sightless, that part that was a persons soul, the spark that brought them life in there eyes, gone. Gone, could it really be? Curtis, she was doomed the day she chose you, and you kept her anyways. Monster. You killed her.

Suddenly Tonya came into his vision again, and beyond her, Minister Mason crumbled on her knees, her rat like face, with those beady eyes and oversized false teeth saying his name “Curtis, I can help you!” The heavy weight of the gun in his palm had a purpose, and it felt FUCKING GOOD just then. Without even a moment in between her words and him registering what the fuck she was pleading for, he marched over and right to her forehead the muzzle settled, her eyes rolling up to look at it in fear, the yellowish whites of her eyes brimming with tears, pupils focused on the muzzle indenting against her forehead. “Curtis pleeease, I beg you!”

His expression, was that of a man who no longer gave a shit what happened to him, his finger squeezed and that bullet, with a little satisfaction for him, drilled through her brain, a splatter of red grazing the entire area. A wipe of his hand across his face, he turned back towards the gate, Nam already working on it. Switching to a new cartridge, he told those still remaining. “We go forward” And just as he came to the gate, Nam got it to swing open, and now this man became the darkest part of himself he could possibly be, the compassion he would show his fellow kind was simply gone. There was no hestitation in his actions. If anyone crossed his path, they were met with cold killing rage.

Now at the final gate, that god damn signature W holding him back from Wilford. Nam tried to stall Curtis, refusing to open that final one for reasons Curtis couldnt understand. His daughter Yona, moaned on a pile of coats, drugged and drunk beyond rational thought, the child was a pitiful sight indeed. “Open the gate Nam, now. Is this what you want?” Curtis emptied his pockets of the kronoles, flinging them at the ex security intel “Take it! Open the fucking gate now!”

In a moment of weariness, Curtis stumbled to the floor, leaning back against the frame work staring at the door. Nam took some pity on the man and tossed him a smoke “Fucker better enjoy it, its the last one.” What the hell, Curtis thought, and he lit it, taking a stale drag of nicotine he hadnt experienced since he was 16 at a party. Finally he started talking, telling Nam all about how the beginning of his life on the train went. Inside his mind though, was a totally different conversation, his way of saying goodbye he supposed although numb at this point to everything, he could still sense the pain it was causing, vibrating in waves from him.

“Hey handsome” Your hands would slide up his chest and circle around his neck. “Almost at the end of the line”

“Appears so Baby” Another drag of smoke escaping from him.

“I guess were lucky we got this far right? I knew you would Curtis” Plucking his smoke from his lips and taking an inhale, washing the two of you in a billowing nicotine haze.

“Leave it to you babygirl to find the bright side here.” He chuckled, seeing you now rise to the balls of your feet to kiss him, hell even imaginary your kisses could score a fire to settle in him. How he wished it was real. That you were here, fuck he missed you it was an ache in his chest.”I dont think Im going to be returning… “ His voice drifted off softly.

“Oh handsome, you know I will find you again, another lifetime. You dont think this is truly the end of us?”

“No? it seems like it”

“Handsome, this is just one of many. I love you and we will see each other again. Now go do what you came to do.” you winked and returned the camel between his lips. Stepping away and leaving him alone once more.

Curtis lifted his gaze, asking one last final time. “Open the gate, please” Nam again shook his head, going off in how they MIGHT survive outside of the train, that the snow was melting, there was no need to stay.

“What are you fucking nuts? go out there and freeze. Leave all these people here, no. Open the GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING DOOR”

Then like the gate just knew, it clicked open and a flash of yellow stepped out, Nam shot backwards and in Claudes hand was a pistol. Composed as ever, she looked at Curtis. “Wilford will see you now.”

He simply spared a glance at Nam, whom Yona was wailing and shaking to bring back to her, and he pushed up, and into the room, all cold steel metal and blue glows, along one wall was a kitchen gallery, all dark masculine looking wood work and at the table in the car, sat an older man with intense blue eyes, staring at Curtis while frying his steak, smirking. “Curtis! Lets take a look at you.” Wilford almost sounded joyful, impressed? “You did a mans work coming all the way up here, did you know its been years since anyones walked the entire length of this train. How about you sit down, lets chat.” Claude nudged him towards the seat. With contempt he obliged, sitting down. “Would you believe Ive never been to the tail section?”

Curtis spat out “why the hell not, we to dirty for you in the tail section?”

“You think the engine isnt without its own complications Curtis?” Wilford turned from frying his steak for half a second, fixing Curtis with a look of disappointment. “It gets awful noisy up here, and not many to talk to.”

Who the fuck does he think he is? Noisy? Trying living with a thousand people in a iron box. “Right, you got steaks, room, and that whore will bring you whatever you want.”

“Curtis, everyone has there preordained position. And everyone is in there place…” Pointing at him with the greasy spatula, the steak starting to smoke and sizzle on the stove top. “Except you.” Turning back he flipped the steaks on a plate.

“Yea, thats what people with the best place say to those in the worst place. There is not one soul who wouldnt willingly trade places with you.” Damn straight Baby, your voice encouraged him.

“Would you?” Wilford questioned, seasoning his steak, how in the hell do seasons still exist? Perhaps you werent always the best voice of reasoning.

“Fuck you” Curtis spat at him with hatred and disgust.

Wilford sighed, as if exasperated with him. “Curtis, were all stuck on this train, and its a enclosed ecosystem with a fragile balance. Med rare?” Breaking his line of thought, Curtis ignored the question entirely, which Wilford paid no heed to. “population must be kept in balance, everything rigidly maintained. Now there are times… we have to take more drastic measures.” Wilford brought the steaks over, setting one perfectly cooked one in front of Curtis. “we simply dont have time to let natural selection take over, we all would be overcrowded on this train, starving. Remember starving Curtis? It took us a while to get the protein blocks going. I am truly sorry about that.” Wilford cut a bite of his steak and chewed between the rest of his words. “So we occasionally stir the pot to speak. Get things moving… The cast out of the seven, The McGregor Riots, and this one… My new favorite. The Great Curtis Revolution. Nice ring to it, right? The kids will love it” He winked one icy blue eye at Curtis as if it was a big joke between them. “I mean who was to expect you to come through with torches through the Yekaterina tunnel? Pure genius, nothing like Gilliam or I expected”

Curtis snapped his head a bit and confusion clouded his face He didnt just say that. “What?”

“Now come on, dont tell me you didnt know, Gilliam and I?” Giving an amused chuckle at Curtis confusion. “Front end and Tail end, we work together Curtis, he was more then a partner, he was my friend.”

“Bullshit, I dont believe you” Curtis stated, there was no way Gilliam was friends with Wilford, the hours the two of them had spent together discussing how to get here.

A grin crossed Wilfords face “well our plan was that the rebellion was to end at the tunnel. Kill off most of you, send the rest back. Curtis, why do you think Gilliam conditioned you to be the leader after McGregor? Sadly, it was supposed to be your hurrah. Your going out like in that old movie…. Braveheart? Going out in a fight. Your name was to give the remaining tail enders hope. So Gilliam gave you everything you could want back there. No one messed with you, got to keep the pretty girl, no one shamed you for keeping both your hands. Wasnt it nice, be able to hold her with both.” Dont you dare listen to him baby, we chose each other, Your voice echoed and stressed. A sickness washed over Curtis as these words, Wilford seemed none the wiser over what his words were doing, or he simply didnt care. “Gilliam said you were smart, but he could control you. Sadly he didnt.” Wilford wiped his mouth and tossed the napkin down, not even eating half the steak. “And why he had to pay the price. Im going to miss my friend, our long nightly chats.”

Still in disbelief over the news, Gilliam had been a mentor to him, a father when he needed advice. All those years, and he just fueled Curtis rage for this moment. No one knew that the traitorous snake was the man they all pledged there allegiance to.

“But your little stunt, well it took out more of the front end then I had hoped, but what fun, right? Its okay, you tail enders throw off brats pretty quickly, we will recover. Theres really just one last thing to do.” Picking up a phone, he pressed a button and waited for an answer. “How many you got left back there?” He listened and looked at Claude “We still at 75 percent?” she gave a nod and he returned to whomever was on the phone “Kill off 75 percent…. actually you know what? In celebration of our 18th year, keep 18 extra alive. Thank you”

Before he hung up, the barely there sound of gunfire blasted from the phone, and Curtis sprang to his feet. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Claude gave off one warning shot, which ricochet the bullet around the room, causing them all to duck momentarily. “God damn it Claude! Mind the engine.” Turning to Curtis who was straightening himself out and at this point ready to get this fucken over with. “God damn high strung woman, cant do nothing with them when they get to that point.” Wilford muttered to himself, going up the steps to check on the cylinders circling. Curtis followed him up, preparing to end this now. Wilford pulling out his own pistol from his robes, he cocked it at Curtis.”Mind your next move son. I got a proposition for ya, you might want to consider.”

Curtis merely paused cause of the gun pointing at his chest, basic human instinct still riding out his anger. Clenching his jaw, the twitch ticking in tandem, Wilford motioned him forward. “Listen, I like you, you got spunk, You get the job done. I already have a predecessor, but I need someone who can take over Minister Masons place since you disposed of her. About time someone did, I couldnt stand that woman. At the time, she was my finest choice though. You carry out what I need done, I know you have it in you.” Sliding the gun back into his robe when it seemed Curtis was no longer about to attack him. “Once in a while you dispose of some unnecessary lives we no longer have use for, do some intimidation to out of control groups. I will let you stay up front, even bring your girl up here.”

“Shes still alive?” Curtis croaked, the haze of your name clouding his senses, could it be true, was there actually hope?

“What? Of course shes still alive Curtis. First shes a woman, I wouldnt have my men kill off any women her age unless she was unfit to bear children. Even if you werent in the picture I would have her brought up here, resupply the front end. Shes a pretty thing, make someone a good wife. We need to continue the supply after all. Second, shes yours and Gilliam made it clear she was necessary to keep you compliant. Why do you think we allowed you two to play house with those orphans? Her little pet project. Why we never collected those kids, yes I knew all about them all along.” Wilford spoke as if he was doing You and Curtis a major favor. The fucken ass. Curtis could just see you now, the roll of your eyes and arms folding over your chest, Child Bearing Wife? Go Fuck Yourself Wilford.

All this information sunk in, Still alive, You were still alive. He could have you back, it was as simple as saying yes at this point. Sinking to his knees, his hands came to his face, relief watering his eyes and a soft sob broke. Wilford circled the man, whispering to him “Imagine it Curtis, life of luxury up here, have your girl back. You wouldnt ever have to live in a cage per say again. Just follow my orders like a good little soldier. Its really that easy. Minister Everett, sounds fitting right? The tail ender who actually made something of himself. Gilliam would want that for you.” Then he walked away, leaving Curtis all alone, choking on another sob, his hand came to his head and brushed his signature beanie off, rubbing his head. No Curtis, you are here for a reason, echoes of your voice shouted at him. “And if I say no?” Wilford snorted with disdain at Curtis, rolling his eyes with exasperation.

“Im giving you the deal of a life time and you dont want to take it? Fine, I guess I will have her killed Curtis, marched right up here and you can watch her die, or bring her up here and give her away to someone else? You can watch another man have her. Is that a better option. Its either you do this or you die and shes mine.” He gave a shrug. “The choice of your fates is in your hands.” Wilford was no fool, he knew how to work Curtis, already he could see the mans shoulders sink in a sign of defeat. Claude was perched near the gate entrance when it opened, a glance over her shoulder widened her smile, and she stepped aside. “Ahhh, I was wondering where my predecessor had gone off to, its about time you arrived. I was just telling Curtis all about what we set up for him.”

Curtis looked over his shoulder and the familiarity of the man struck him hard, it was like looking at you, your features in this young man was so prominent, he croaked out in disbelief.

“Matt?!”

Yes, your brother was still alive, healthy and alive. Dressed in a fine suit, well groomed, the young man smirked at Curtis. “Long time Curtis, good to see you again.”

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imagineredwood · 5 years ago

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26

Pairing: EZ Reyes x Camila (OC)

Warnings: Cursing, Cam is pissed, EZ is scared

Word count: 5.5k

Gif Credit: @angels-reyes

***Wheew bitch, this is the longest chapter yet. Twelve whole pages. My fingers couldn’t stop 😂 Y’all wanted a Cam that wasn’t too soft and you got her ***

Translations:

“En serio?” – Seriously?

“Perdoname, mija. Lo siento.” – Forgive me, mija. I’m sorry.

“Trouble in paradise?”

EZ looked up from his cup of black coffee to find Coco to his left, taking a seat beside him at the bar. EZ looked back down and nodded gently.

“Yeah. You could say that.”

Coco nodded himself, offering a piece of advice.

“I know this shit with Adelita and the Galindos is fuckin’ with you. I get that, but don’t let it fuck up your future.”

EZ looked back over as he heard his words. It sounded like something Felipe would say. He probably had said it already. EZ chuckled sadly.

“I think it’s a little too late for that.”

Coco’s brows knitted in both confusion and concern.

“What, she broke it off last night?”

The prospect shook his head quickly, not even wanting the possibility to be acknowledged and god forbid spoken out into existence.

“No, no. She’s just hurt. She doesn’t believe that there’s nothing going on with Emily.”

“And she’s right.”

At that, EZ looked over at the Mayan who simply shrugged, his eyes locked on EZ’s.

“She’s not wrong. She doesn’t believe that you’re telling the truth because you’re not. She doesn’t believe that there’s nothing going on because there is. You threw yourself first in line to hold that kid, rockin’ him and shit. Telling Adelita that she needed to make it right. That ain’t your kid, EZ. That ain’t your kid, and Emily ain’t your girl. You have a new girl. Focus on that one. Take care of that one, before she ain’t yours anymore either.”

Coco said nothing else and gave a lingering look before he stood up from his chair and walked away. EZ looked back down at his mug and heaved a heavy sigh. He lifted the mug, gulping down what was left of the already cold coffee and stood himself, walking out of the clubhouse and going outside. He found Angel there on the phone, quickly typing into the device. Seeing him coming, Angel quickly finished up the text and tucked his phone away. Due to the current situation, EZ couldn’t help but wince as he thought about how many times Cam must’ve seen him do that. As he got closer, EZ pointed at where Angel had put his phone.

“Who you talking to?”

He rolled his shoulders and gave a playful half-smile, trying to test the waters and see if Angel was still disappointed in him. Angel’s refusal to return the smile helped EZ figure out the answer to that one. Instead of smiling, Angel leaned back against the table, eying his baby brother.

“Cam.”

EZ’s smile fell quickly.

“Does she need anything?”

“Nope.”

Angel popped the ‘p’ and pulled out his carton of cigarettes, taking one out. EZ simply stared at him and realized that he wasn’t going to offer anything else.

“Is she ok?”

Lighting the tip of the cigarette, Angel took a drag and pulled it away from his lips, blowing out the smoke into the sky as he answered.

“Yep.”

EZ rolled his eyes and pushed at Angel’s shoulder.

“Cut it out. What’s going on?”

At that, Angel’s eyes turned angry and he quickly stood from the table, glaring down at EZ.

“Are you fuckin’ serious? What’s going on? You’re the one fucking up the best thing that’s happened to you in the last decade and you’re asking me what’s going on?”

EZ stayed quiet and took the scolding, which was easy, considering Angel kept going.

“You talk all this shit about how you’re so happy and she’s perfect and you’re glad you found someone to love you the way that she does and then you turn around and shit on it because you can’t stop kissing Emily’s ass? You’re really prepared to let that bitch fuck up what you have with Cam?”

EZ’s shoulder’s squared as Angel called Emily out of her name.

“Don’t talk about her like that.”

There was a moment of complete silence as Angel looked down at his brother. He wasn’t sure what emotion he was feeling more of. There was anger, there was disbelief, there was disappointment, but most of all there was resignation. Here Cam was, texting Angel to see if he wanted to come by and help her garden to get her mind off of the distress EZ was causing, while EZ was getting defensive and protective over the women who had taken away his chance fatherhood. Angel’s mouth opened and closed, so many things wanting to pour from his lips. So many ways he wanted to beat his brother, so many insults he wanted to deliver, but his disbelief had him speechless. Closing his mouth, he simply shook his head with a humorless laugh.

“Our whole lives, everyone always liked you better because you were the smart one. You were the one with the brains, that thought everything out, that had the intelligence to take him anywhere. Mom and dad thought you were their smartest creation and yet look at you,”

Angel motioned to EZ with a scoff and a disappointed shake of his head, looking his up and down as he finished his thought.

“Dumb as fuck with no clue how to appreciate those that love you.”

Angel left it at that and placed his cigarette in his mouth once again, walking away from his brother. EZ stood in place, eyes angry and mouth tight, but he couldn’t say anything. He had caught it from both Angel and Coco within minutes of each other and he knew that they had spoken amongst themselves about what had happened at the meet. About EZ taking Cristobal and holding him, about his anger at Adelita. He knew his actions were a topic of discussion and even if Camila didn’t know, they as a couple were now in drama. Even if Camila didn’t know, Angel, Gilly, and Coco had sympathy for her and her situation. The thought twisted his stomach and he caught up with Angel who was almost back into the clubhouse. He placed his hand on Angel’s shoulder, who promptly shook it off.

“What?”

“Adelita needs to give Cristobal back.”

Angel simply chuckled and faced forward again but EZ grabbed his shoulder once more, much more forcefully this time and spun him around to face him.

“I mean it, Angel. I didn’t ask to get brought into this shit. You dragged me into your little rat side project and that’s what started this whole mess. Emily wants my help because your rebel queen stole her child. She’s a mom that wants to protect her baby and she wanted my help because she had nowhere else to turn. I can’t just stand around while an innocent child is used as a fucking pawn in a game of power and greed. Trust me, Camila would understand if I told her that I was helping a worried mother find her abducted son. Camila wouldn’t be feeling the way that she is. She would understand, but she doesn’t because I can’t tell her the fucking truth. You forced me into this shit, and you need to help me make it right. I’m not going to lose Camila because of this. I won’t.”

EZ’s chest was heaving by the time he finished, his nostrils flared in anger as he stared down his brother. Angel looked him over, his shoulders slowly dropping. EZ may not have said it, but Angel knew what he was implying.

Fix it, before I fix it myself.

Angel knew that EZ was at his wit's end and he wouldn’t put it past him to accidentally sabotage this whole thing in a last-ditch effort to save his relationship. Angel could see that EZ was giving him time to fix things before he simply came clean to Camila, club business secrets be damned. With a deep sigh, Angel nodded.

“I can’t make any promises, but I’ll talk to her. See if she can hurry up and get the ball rolling with whatever plan this is that she has going on. I’ll push it.”

EZ relaxed his shoulders some and tried to relax his face. He removed his hand from Angel and sighed.

“I’m not trying to be difficult, but it isn’t supposed to be going down like this.”

With a nod, Angel gave a sigh of his own.

“I know. She doesn’t run this shit by me before she does it. We just go along with it because, in the end, it will be good for the club.”

EZ nodded, staying quiet about his doubts.

“I hope so.”

At that, Angel flicked the butt of his cigarette and spoke out loud.

“We’ll get this fixed. We will.”

Looking back over at EZ, he instructed him.

“I can’t believe I’m even telling you to do this but call Emily and tell her that you need to meet her tonight. When you do, tell her that she needs to stop calling and asking you for shit. You check her on your side, I’ll handle Adelita on my side. That way we can get this shit settled. But make sure that she understands EZ. You made her feel like she can count on you. That was your fuck up, not mine. I can’t save you again.”

The younger brother nodded quickly, understanding. They had both been foolish in their complacency and now someone that they both cared for was caught in the middle. EZ owed it to Cam to get this fixed and even if Angel didn’t say it out loud, EZ knew he felt like he owed it to her too. They both nodded in a final agreement and Angel entered the clubhouse while EZ stayed outside and pulled out his phone, hoping that this was the last time he would have to call Emily.

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“Look how big it’s gotten.”

Angel followed Camila’s finger to the plot he had planted those months ago, now bright and flourishing. The leaves were supple and healthy, and he looked back at Cam who still sat on the bench with a smile.

“It’s big because you’ve been taking care of it.”

With a shrug, Camila argued.

“Maybe, but Abuela always said that the love you first use to plant it is what will keep it healthy, and that was you.”

At that, Angel smiled softly. Looking over at Camila, his voice was quiet.

“I would’ve loved to meet her.”

Camila’s smile stayed in place, but she looked down at her lap while she nodded. She gave a light laugh and her eyes were shining with tears as she looked back up.

“She would’ve loved to meet you too, Angel.”

Angel hesitated for a moment but spit it out anyway.

“Tell me about her.”

Camila’s smile grew even more, and she turned to face Angel just a little.

“She was amazing. I know there’s no such thing as perfect, but she was as close I’ve ever found. She was loving and warm and kind. She took care of everyone. She always made sure everyone had food, that they had a home. She was my Abuela, but she was like the neighborhood Abuela too. Everyone loved her.”

Camila paused for a moment and Angel couldn’t help but smile himself.

“She loved me. Like, really loved me. I always felt most loved when I was with her. Being with her was always my safe place. My parents were…difficult. Not very affectionate or loving period, really. They argued all the time, over petty shit. They always looked for a reason to be mad at each other, so they didn’t have to talk. I can’t really remember a time where they ever really seemed in love. Any love and affection that I got as a kid was from Abuela. I would try but they always said I was too clingy. That it was annoying how I always wanted to hug or hold hands or cuddle. Abuela would hold me forever though.”

Camila laughed again, more to herself, as she remembered being 18 and still being held the same way from when she was 5. Shaking off the nostalgia, Camila looked back at Angel who had a look of both sympathy and pride in his eyes. Leaning over, he rested his shoulder against hers.

“And I’m sure that if she was still here, she’d be holding you now too. She turned you into one hell of a woman.”

Camila’s smile was ear to ear, and she leaned herself into Angel’s shoulder as well.

“Thanks, Angel.”

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head like he always did before pulling back. There was silence for a while then, both of them just listening to the birds, feeling the breeze on their skin. They enjoyed the company and Camila felt bad ruining it, but she felt she had to ask.

“Hey, Angel?”

The Mayan looked back over at her, tilting his head and giving her his attention.

“Yeah?”

She hesitated, Angel could see it, but he didn’t want to push her. He figured it was something else she wanted to tell him about her parents or Abuela. Her question caught him completely off guard.

“Is EZ cheating with Emily?”

Angel’s eyes went wide, and he just looked at her, her eyes searching his deeply.

“I know he’s your brother and you want to protect him, but I trust you and I just want to know- “

“He’s not. I swear.”

Camila stayed looked at him as he further assured her.

“He’s faithful, Cam. This club shit just has everyone scattered and getting pushed into corners they don’t want to be in but we’re working on it. He’s going about it the wrong way, I know, but I promise. He isn’t having an affair.”

Angel’s eyes were true, no shifting or darting and Camila nodded slowly. Angel didn’t have any reason to lie. What would he get out of covering for EZ? Taking his word for it, she relented and sighed.

“I just don’t like how he’s always talking to her. And how he hides it. Why does he have to hide everything? I’m not stupid. I know there’s shit with the club that I shouldn’t know and isn’t my business but keeping up with an ex is just…”

Camila trailed off and Angel stayed quiet. To be honest there really wasn’t much for him to say. Both he and Camila were on the same page there. EZ had made it his business. He didn’t have to answer Emily’s calls or agree to meet up. That was a choice that he made on his own and he couldn’t blame the club or Angel for that. Looking back at Angel, Camila’s curiosity got the best of her.

“Do you think he’ll tell the truth? Not even only about what’s up with her but like what you do?”

Angel hesitated then. He wasn’t sure what to say. It really wasn’t his place to answer. He wasn’t sure where EZ’s head was at and he wasn’t sure how EZ was going to handle everything. He felt that EZ would keep as much secret as possible to shield her from it, but it was becoming more and more obvious that the lies had an expiration date, and it was coming up fast. She knew EZ was keeping secrets about what was happening, and she knew he was keeping secrets about what they did as an MC. Choosing his words, Angel just gave her honesty.

“I don’t know. I think he’ll tell you when he’s ready.”

Camila stayed looking at him and Angel did the same. Camila knew that EZ could keep a secret for as long as he wanted. She knew that for a fact because she had been let in on the KJ one, one that Angel was still oblivious to. Finally looking away, Camila stood as did Angel and the two said goodbye, a weird vibe coming over as Angel left her home. Camila knew that he was keeping things from her as well, but she couldn’t blame him because he was tied to the same code of club secrecy that EZ was. She understood, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to get dragged into the life of crime, money, and secrets. Not again.

Feeling as though maybe she had overreacted, she grabbed for her phone and started calling EZ, not even the first sequence of the ringing being completed before he was answering her.

“Hi, Camila.”

She smiled and laughed softly, able to picture him fumbling as he tried to answer the call as quickly as possible.

“Hey, corazón.”

Hearing her voice alone was enough to make him feel better but being able to receive her affection and terms of endearment when he knew he probably didn’t deserve it.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over. Nothing special. Maybe just some pizza and wings, watch a movie.”

It had been three days now since the confrontation and three days since she had really spent time with him. She missed him, even if her heart was still feeling a little bruised. She wanted to trust him and Angel though, trust that whatever was happening with Emily was just a random wrinkle that needed to be smoothed out before it went away. EZ winced on his end though. He wanted nothing more than to be able to spend time with her, to chill and eat and cuddle and love her like he had been used to doing, but he had made plans to meet Emily at the shop. Angel had spoken to Adelita and Los Olvidados had worked out some type of trade where the Galindos would be getting their son back in the days to come. Now he could finally meet with Emily for the last time and once she told him they were getting Cristóbal back, he could tell her that there wasn’t any reason for their paths to cross again. He could close that chapter once and for all and move on with Camila. He couldn’t tell Cam that though since he had already sworn that he wouldn’t speak to Emily anymore. It was just this one last time, but he didn’t want Camila to have to keep worrying about it. It would all get swept under the rug then and they could start back up where they had left off.

“I can’t come for lunchtime, but I can come around later. Coco and I have to go with Angel to meet with a club friend but once I’m done there, I can meet you at home, ok?”

Camila smiled and agreed, changing the dinner choice.

“Ok, that’s fine. I might cook instead of ordering out since I’ll have time then. Just come home when you can.”

“I’ll see you then. I love you.”

EZ smiled and the boys all mocked him, making kissing noises and poking at him, EZ simply slapping their hands away with a laugh.

Camila’s voice was light, and she said her goodbyes, EZ hanging up only to be swarmed by Angel and Coco once again.

“You owe us, boy scout.”

It was true. Both really had pushed and convinced and negotiated until Adelita had agreed to return Cristobal. What happened after that, EZ didn’t really care. He just wanted things to back to normal and after tonight, they would be.

Standing from the bench and walking away just a bit, EZ called Felipe to verify that it was still ok for them to meet tonight. The old man had been hesitant, feeling as though he was betraying Camila. He loved her, everyone knew that, and he felt bad allowing EZ to use his shop, a place where Camila had always felt safe and comfortable even if it was to settle things once and for all. Felipe had agreed reluctantly, only under the condition that EZ never allow her to jeopardize his life with Camila again. EZ agreed and now that was the final piece to the puzzle.

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Camila grabbed the sopes that she had leftover from lunch and packaged them up, placing them gently into her bag along with some tomatoes. Tying a knot at the top, she grabbed the bag and as well as her keys from the counter. She still had about an hour and a half before EZ would get home from being with the boys and she figured she would stop by Felipe’s shop and give him some leftovers before she started dinner. It was cloudy and gloomy as she stepped out, a strong wind blowing the tendrils of hair that hung from her bun around. She squinted against the wind and looked up, the clear beginnings of a storm brewing. Not wanting to get caught in it, she quickly placed the bag into her trunk and got in the car, starting to make the drive to the carniceria.

The streets were empty, no one really wanting to be out in the weather that was coming. She frowned slightly, feeling bad that Angel, Coco, and EZ were going to have to ride in the storm when they were finished. She had the thought to invite them all over later but EZ had said he wanted to spend time alone with her and she wasn’t going to ruin those plans. She cruised along, five below the speed limit, simply enjoying the deserted streets. Before long, she was coming up to the carniceria and saw an escalade parked out in front of the shop. Happy that Felipe was still there, Camila pulled over and parked on the opposite side of the street, hoping it didn’t start raining before she could get back to her car to leave. She hopped out quickly, and went back to her trunk, grabbing the bag and closing the door. She checked both ways across the deserted street out of habit and then crossed, a smile on her face as she saw Felipe through the glass. He was behind the counter and looked to be cleaning up. Likely to close up early and get home before the storm. A flash lit up the sky then, thunder following and shaking the ground. The sudden noise startled her, jostling her focus enough to where she didn’t notice the Harley parked over in front of the escalade. Felipe looked up and saw her coming, his eyes widening. She hadn’t seen him in a couple of days, and she grinned even wider at what she perceived as excitement. She got closer to the door and could see him standing still but her attention was drawn by someone grabbing her elbow firmly.

“I’m sorry ma’am, they’re closed. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

Looking over, she saw an unfamiliar man in a suit standing there, an emotionless look on his face as he looked at her. She politely shook off his grip and pointed with her free hand to the door.

“Oh, no. I’m going to see Felipe, here at the carniceria.”

She took a step forward and the man reached for her again, this time Camila avoiding the grab before he could touch her. She pulled open the door and walked in looking backward, speaking out loud to Felipe.

“Hola, Felipe. Perdón, I was just coming to drop off some,”

Camila looked forward then, the sound of something loudly clattering to the floor drawing her attention. Her smile slowly fell from her face as she took in the three sets of wide eyes staring at her. Felipe was in fact cleaning, his wrinkled hands holding the stick of the mop in a vice as he stared at her. Over at the table, stood EZ, his eyes wide as saucers as he stood motionless. The chair he had been sitting was laying on the floor behind him, having fallen over when he had stood so quickly seeing Camila. His shoulders were high and squared, a tension in his body she hadn’t ever witnessed before while his face held a truly terrified look. Last, Camila looked at the other chair at the table, Emily’s eyes just as wide though holding confusion as well.

She stood slowly, her posture straightening from the relaxed slouch it had been in before. Emily visibly swallowed and then shifted her eyes to EZ. Camila did the same thing, her eyes leaving the blonde and settling on the man who had told her that he couldn’t have lunch with her so that he could be with his ex. It felt like a slap in the face as if time had stood still. Everyone looked like statues, starting at Camila silently, not knowing what to say. Camila could feel herself start to tremble, her heartbeat clear in her ears as her pressure rose. Her grip released and the bag dropped down to the floor, falling on its side, the lunch she had put together for Felipe scattering on the tile. Vaguely she could register the sound of the door opening once again, the man from outside coming in as well but it wasn’t of any concern of Camila’s. EZ’s eyes held alarming guilt and his hand slowly raised, his right foot taking a step toward her.

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

EZ stopped immediately, Camila never having spoken to him in that way, sheer venom being spat at him. He swallowed dryly, his eyes glancing down at the food on the floor. Her voice called him back.

“So, this is what you’re doing? All that shit about being done talking to her, that it was over, that I didn’t have anything to worry about. You told me that you couldn’t have lunch with me so you can come and eat lunch with her here? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Camila motioned to the table, two bags of Mc Donald’s and assorted half-eaten foods on the table where they had been sitting. Emily looked from Camila to EZ, back and forth before looking over at Felipe. Camila looked over at Felipe as well then and he winced under her gaze. Her voice was softer when she spoke to him, not ever wanting to disrespect him even in her state of shock and hurt. The hurt was clear both in her eyes and her voice though.

“En serio? You let him do this here?”

The father gulped and shook his head, looking for words but coming up blank.

“Perdoname, mija. Lo siento.”

Camila opened her mouth again then closed it, heavy searing tears welling up in her eyes. She had trusted him, trusted them all, and never in her life had she felt more stupid. She didn’t speak another word and turned around, pushing past the man in the suit and walking out of the shop. EZ quickly followed her, calling out to her. She ignored him and kept walking. She crossed the street, not even bothering to look both ways this time in her anger. EZ called out to her and she ignored him, large drops of rain starting to drop. He caught up to her by her car and grabbed her arm, not expecting her to push him away from her so roughly.

“How fucking dare you? I look after you, I love you, I take care of you, I take care of your brother, of your dad, and this is how you treat me? This is the shit you try to pull on me?”

EZ shook his head furiously, his hands grabbing her wrists and not allowing her to pull away from him.

“It’s not what it looks like, Cam! It’s not.”

She laughed humorlessly, a tear slipping down her cheek as the others gathered in her lashes.

“Yeah, first time I’ve heard that shit.”

“I mean it. I’m not cheating on you.”

“Then why are you here with her? Why did you say you couldn’t spend time with me? Why did you lie about going with Angel?”

Her eyes narrowed then, and her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke again.

“You were with her. The other day, when you came over so late, left me to eat dinner all by myself. You were with her.”

She was speaking more to herself than she was to him, simply verbalizing the realization. It brought a fresh wave of tears then and she began yanking her arms, furiously trying to get out of his grasp. EZ’s brows were knitted together in anguish, his heart thumping in his chest. He looked over at the shop, Emily walking out and getting into the car with her driver, Felipe standing solemnly in the same place. EZ couldn’t let it keep going. He couldn’t let Camila think he would be unfaithful, he couldn’t let her think that his father or Angel had something to do with it, and he couldn’t let her think that she was stupid for letting them love her. Looking back down at her, he released her arms only to take her face in his hands firmly.

“They took her baby.”

Camila’s struggling dwindled until it ceased altogether. She looked up at him, confusion clear in her gaze.

“What?”

“Emily. They kidnapped her son.”

Camila’s shoulders settled then, ever the empath as she felt a pang of pain for any mother having their child taken.

“Who did?”

EZ hesitated, taking a deep breath and then heaving it out, realizing that it was all or nothing.

“A group of rebels based out of Mexico. They did it as retaliation.”

Camila shook her head, not understanding.

“Retaliation for what? What did she do?”

Huffing, EZ corrected her.

“Not her. Her husband.”

“Miguel.”

“Right.”

“Well, what did he do?”

At that EZ hesitated. He wasn’t sure how much truth he wanted to lay on her in one night, but he needed her to understand why he had done things the way that he had.

“He’s done a lot of shit. Bad shit. He’s…his father was the head of the Galindo cartel.”

He paused and took in Camila’s face, the shock, the confusion, the veil of slight understanding, then the confusion came back.

“What does that have to do with you?”

“The MC has a deal with him. We’re partnered.”

“Partnered. With a cartel.”

EZ rubbed the back of his neck and nodded gently.

“We do the footwork, the muscle. The rebels wanted to get back at him so they kidnapped her and the baby. They let her go but kept the kid and she asked me to help find him.”

Camila nodded, the pieces starting to fall into place, the picture becoming a little clearer.

“So you helped her get her son back?”

EZ nodded, not feeling like bringing up the whole Los Olvidados thing at the same time.

“She’ll have him back by tomorrow morning.”

Camila nodded, sighing and shaking her head. Motioning around her, she questioned EZ.

“Why all this? Why the running around and lying? Why couldn’t you just be honest with me?”

Now it was EZ’s turn to be confused.

“How could I just tell you that? That’s heavy shit. I didn’t want to lay it on you.”

“So you rather have me believe that the man that I love is having an affair?”

When she put it that way, he realized that him doing what he thought was best had actually nearly ruined everything. He hung his head, then picked it back up, letting his hands drop from her face. She stayed standing in place.

“I would never cheat on you. I love you way too fucking much. I would never do that to you. You’re everything to me. I want to marry you and have kids with you and start a family and see them running around your garden and the kitchen cooking and reading books and smiling like you. I want you forever. No one is ever going to matter more to me than you. I just…I fucked up. I didn’t show you that. I didn’t make you feel that, and it won’t happen again. I swear to you.”

EZ’s voice was pleading by the time he finished and Camila wouldn’t have put it passed him to drop to his knees there in the soft rain if that was what it took to get her to see that he meant it. Closing her eyes, she let out a long breath and relaxed her shoulders, sudden exhaustion coming over her. The last 10 minutes of her life had been a true roller coaster and she had had many questions cleared up, while many new ones arose. The one that she cared most about though, was if EZ was being unfaithful, and now that she had the truth, it felt like she could take a nap. She felt emotionally drained and EZ pouted as he looked at her, the exhaustion clear on her features as well. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers, speaking to her quietly.

“Let’s go home.”

Shaking her head, Camila pulled away and looked back at the carniceria.

“I can’t. I spilled the food all over Felipe’s floor. I have to go help clean up.”

EZ couldn’t help but laugh softly and smoothed his hands over her dampened hair before kissing her nose.

“Ok. We’ll go clean up and then can we go home?”

Camila nodded, looking up at him with what looked like the beginning of her twinkle coming back. The one EZ hadn’t seen in weeks, extinguished all because of him. He was beyond thankful to see it coming back and he rubbed his thumb along her cheek as she answered.

“Then we can go home.”

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#ez reyes #angel reyes #coco cruz #Felipe Reyes #Mayans MC #EZ x Camila #el destino #mayans imagine #imagines

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generalskales · 4 years ago

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I'm feeling better so I'll continue a little with info on unwritten au and the ninja

Cole

The oldest of the gang at 24 years old

Ran away from home when he was 14 to forge his own path, met with a weird old guy who taught him how to defend himself in exchange for tea

Had a near death experience that left weird green scars on his body and face

Rare to see him without some sort of sunglasses

Has a pair of scythes that he uses to scare would be muggers (and also helps him get things off shelves he cant reach)

Lloyd

As established he's babey, but the truth is that he's like 16 and just really short

Doesn't talk much and as a result his voice sounds like he's been punched in the throat

Has yet to figure out how to speak the same language as everyone else and it drives him insane, but he does understand what they are saying through context and body language

Second most likely to kill a man

Kei

Master of Good Luck and knows it

Looked like Kai to a ridiculous degree for a long time before she decided enough was enough and changed her look enough to distinguish herself (it still happens occasionally)

Has a twin sister named Aria who masters bad luck, they cancel out when their next to each other

Loves to play with kids and made quick friends with Lloyd

Second oldest at 23

Actually has trained to be a ninja before going with her sister to find Malice, and knows how to get information the "hard" way

Generally a nice person but has limits that only a few people have reached

Like her sister she has a degree of control of both kinds of luck, but mainly doesnt use the bad luck side of her powers

Has a pair of dice and a pair of swords, hopefully you have better luck with the dice or get diced

Ice Angel

A mysterious hero that no one is really close to figuring out

The only known fact is the ice powers, that they're on the side of the people, and they're not human

Goes by they/he/she

Their voice is a mixture of both masculine and feminine

Wears a lot of white and teal

Arch Enemy of the Morro Dragon, Anacondrai Cultists, and Sons of Garmadon

Refuses to have their picture taken and is one of the few things they will call people out on (other than bad behavior)

Kai

Orphaned at the ripe old age of 9

Wears dresses and other female oriented clothes and refuses to stop (the exception being when it's impractical to do so)

A good big brother and substitute parent to his baby sister

Dropped out of school at 13 so he could care for his sister 24/7 and not deal with the bitch of a baby sitter

Is being educated by Zane on what he missed in school for 7 years and is learning quickly

Has a game with Nya on who can make the disaster bi known as Jay blush first, so far he's winning

Finds the resemblance to Kei hilarious and has even convinced her to go as him for Halloween while he went as her

Still sour that his little sister is taller than him

Is aware of his fire powers but still prefers the good old hairspray and lighter combo due to the sheer chaotic energy

Nya

Was 7 when she was orphaned

When she found out Kai ditched school for her she scolded him for a solid 3 hours

Somehow befriended the Gordon kid while she was out playing and they've been friends ever since

Might end you if prompted

Obsessed with Ice Angel and gets with Jay everyday after classes to figure them out

Doesn't like her hair long due to having it pulled a lot when she was younger, very occasionally she'll grow it out

Despite not looking like she can she could twist you into a pretzal

Indulges Lloyd's desire to be thrown at soft surfaces

Speaking of which, she became his teacher in how to speak the language in Ninjago City while he taught her some dragon

Speaks with her hands a lot

Dyed a purple streak into her hair and it drives her brother crazy

Jay

Had celebrity parents and won't let anyone forget it

Tried to be an actor like his birth dad but couldnt deal with all the lights and sounds

Got adopted by a nice couple at a scrapyard and is embarrassed by it (not to the point of ungratefullness)

Kept the surname Gordon instead of Walker because he wants to remember his birth parents

Has adhd but is unmedicated for personal reasons (that being he has had bad history with medication)

Needs to go to therapy

Puts up a bratty, self-centered, "alpha bitch" persona to hide himself

After the event that left his parents dead he found out he's losing sight in his left eye

Is actually very insecure and uses other guys and gals fawning over him to avoid the problem (this causes more problems)

Found a friend in Nya, Kai, and Zane due to similar backgrounds and experiences. Has yet to befriend Cole due to personality clash

Has a bad case of Baby Face, looks much younger but is actually 24 like Cole (This causes much more problems)

Is openly Bi and Trans and refuses to let anyone step on him for it and unintentionally caused the younger lgbtqia+ students to flock to him. He doesn't mind this and will defend them to the death

A hardcore Ice Angel fanboy, would probably die on the spot if he met them

Has made friends with Kei's twin sister Aria and somehow manages to avoid the bad luck from it despite her admitting that she isn't reflecting it or surpressing it at all

Has a pocket knife for emergencies (thankfully unused)

Zane

An android with self esteem issues

Tutors Kai (and occasionally Cole) in school subjects and plans to get a job in education

Playfully debates Ice Angel with Jay and Nya

Wears a black scarf that has seen better days. He got it from his dad before he passed

The tallest member and the only one who can legally drive

The only one who can cook but can't bake for shit

When it came out that he was an android he was initally terrified of possible mistreatment but the worst he's dealt with is people claiming he's cheating during gym or tests (which has been dealt with)

Claims to have a girlfriend on the opposite side of the continent, and he does but obviously no one is going to believe it without proof

Usually seen with a small crowd of overheated classmates during hot days (the only issue being the amount of them)

Despite being metal, he's surprisingly squishy and besides obvious signs of robotics, looks very human

Will call you a two timing back stabbing bitch in the nicest way possible

Morro

A dragon hybrid gone haywire

Will call you a two timing back stabbing bitch in the most blunt way possible

After everything he's been through its a miracle he's not dead

Dramatic and focuses just as much on presentation as he does on anything else

Would sell you to the Preeminent for half a hot dog

Rancid Little Rat Man

Secretly crushing on Ice Angel and commits petty crimes to get their attention

Somehow one of the few people trusted with their true identity

Behavior suggests that he's looking for something

The mere presence of Kei or Aria sets him off

Lives with Ronin bc the alternative is the sewers

#unwritten au #ninjago original character #ninjago morro #ninjago au #ninjago oc #ninjago #ninjago ronin #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #nya smith #jay gordon #jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 5 years ago

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Roguish Women Part 15

Summary: Kate Rosseau is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 16: Kate rages with the green fairy.

Kate would continue to work for Tommy but she took any opportunity to work in London. That way, she could have some distance without him getting all up and arms. Eventually, Tommy offered to let her stay in London to do some work for the company. Whether or not he had larger plans, he didn’t really let her know. But she was there in that field with him. She couldn’t ignore the talk about Winston Churchill. She just hoped he knew what he was doing.

“Have you ever been in love, Alfie?”

“That is quite the question, my dear.” The man looked up over his half-moon glasses at the young woman who was sat on the floor of his office.

Kate was kneeling by Cyril’s bed giving him a nice belly rub. She’d grown fond of the dog even though she’d never had one herself. He was a gentle giant and very sweet to her. It was the little thing like Alfie’s dog that kept her in a somewhat good mood. Despite the fact that she felt empty.

“I know it’s personal but I felt like we’ve talked about everything else.”

“Why d’you wanna talk ‘bout love, aye?” Alfie shuffled a few papers around his desk, still planning on working even if he was lead into some conversation about something silly like love.

“Because I didn’t know if you’d ever been in love or not.” Kate stood up, giving Cyril one final pat and going to sit back down across from Alfie.

“Pretty sure you didn’t come in here thinking ‘bout me love life. Think you’re probably thinking ‘bout something else. Your love life, perhaps?”

“Intuitive.” She mumbled and rested her elbows on his desk. “What I say cannot leave this office.”

“Love, if you think I’m gonna go rat on you to Tommy, then you wound me.” He replied. “Thought I made it clear enough that he don’t need to know anything that we talk ‘bout in private.”

She frowned and glared at him. “Who said this has anything to do with Tommy?” She demanded.

Still busy with papers, Alfie rolled his eyes. “When you told me he was expecting a baby and planning a wedding, it sounded like you were telling me someone fucking died. If you didn’t have feelings for him, then you wouldn’t’ve acted so gloomy.”

Sinking lower in her chair, Kate buried her head in her arms. “I’m miserable, Alfie. Absolutely, miserable. Why on Earth did I have to-to fall in love with someone like that?” She protested.

“You’re asking the wrong person. I figured a long time ago that I ain’t gonna be the dutiful Jewish husband that a dutiful Jewish wife welcomes home every night.” Alfie reached for a paper that had been pinned under Kate’s arm. He tapped her elbow, making her move with a frustrated groan. “Now, I can’t see what you see in Tommy Shelby. But I also can’t tell you to just move along. If ya wanted to move along, you would’ve done it by now.”

Kate lifted her head, propping her chin on her arm. “So, what do you suppose I do?”

Alfie paused and finally looked up from his work. He removed his glasses. “Do you want me to fucking lie to you and tell you that Tommy’ll ditch her and come running to you? Or do you want me honesty?”

“Honesty.” She replied meekly.

“We’re creatures of the underworld, yeah, we can’t afford to love.”

It pained Kate to know exactly what Alfie meant. All those years she spent either thriving or surviving. She did it alone because she had to. She couldn’t chance it on a love that could ruin her. Her trust was limited. She ruminated on his words for a moment. “Then why does it hurt so much when I see him with her?”

“Because life is a fucking bitch, Kate. And you need to be tougher than it is. Life ain’t ever done me any fucking favors.”

Kate nodded. “Yeah, it hasn’t done me any favors either.”

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While Kate was bouncing back and forth between Small Heath and London, Tommy was bouncing back and forth between Birmingham and Warwickshire. The site of his newly bought estate. There he planned on raising a family with Grace.

But plans were changing and that’s why he called Kate one evening when he was in Warwickshire and she was in Small Heath.

“Rosseau residence.”

“Kate, it’s Tommy.”

It had been a few weeks since either of them had a long conversation that wasn’t about work. So, Kate half expected him to be calling about something along those lines.

“I’ve sent the invitation in the mail but I wanted to call you before you got it.” He continued.

“Invitation to what?” Maybe a certain social event that they needed to attend to either meet with someone or make a deal. That wasn’t too strange.

“Grace and I are getting married next month.”

Even though he had told her that before, it still hurt to hear the words out loud. A confirmation of her worst fears. And it rattled her so much that she needed to take a deep breath, holding the receiver away from her so he wouldn’t hear. “Well, I’ll look out for the invitation.” She replied. “Thank you for letting me know.”

“I hope you can make it.”

“I doubt I’ll be doing any business that day if the whole company is attending a wedding.” She tried to joke but it fell flat.

They were both silent over the phone for a good while. Both of them lost in their own thoughts about their own things.

Then Kate asked something without really thinking. “I thought she was going to have the baby before the wedding. That’s what you said the plan was, right?”

If she could see him, she would’ve instantly noticed him tense up defensively. “Plans change.” He replied in a clipped tone. Frankly, Tommy was sick of everyone questioning him. He thought what he was doing was right. An old flame of his came back to say she was pregnant, the timing worked out so why should he wait around twiddling his thumbs for a baby to appear? He didn’t care what Polly had to say, that Grace wasn’t showing as much as she ought to be. He didn’t care if Arthur and John questioned the timeline of it all. Tommy was in love and he was going to have something he never thought he’d have. A family and a wife. No one was going to take that away from him.

“Alright.” Kate was taken aback by his tone. “I was just asking.”

“Send in the RSVP whenever you get it.” Tommy hopped off the topic before they both got heated and ended up arguing. “I’ll see you soon.”

She couldn’t get another word in before he hung up the phone. Truth be told, Kate wasn’t questioning Grace and whether or not something was off. She was angry with Tommy. How cavalier he was about breaking her heart. Even if he didn’t know how she truly felt, she felt that she was justified enough to be upset. Pushing up the date of the wedding was like another jab to her heart.

But maybe Alfie was right, she just wasn’t meant to have anything of the sort. Never before had she seen herself betrothed to a man, marrying him, settling down, and having children. Before, she blamed it on her line of work and the things she got herself into. But perhaps it was because she never found someone who she could picture herself with. Then Tommy came along. And when he offered her protection, the first time any man had done so, she felt at ease. She liked how he treated her. Not as a dainty little maiden but almost as someone who could stand right beside him should she prove herself. Someone he trusted with things like being his alibi or dealing with Alfie. Oddly enough, she felt at home with Tommy. Relaxed enough to let down some of her barriers and show her true self to him. But he didn’t care to see her.

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When the invitation arrived to Kate’s flat a couple of days later, she got a sickening feeling in her stomach.

You are cordially invited to the wedding of Mr. Thomas Michael Shelby to Miss Grace Burgess.

None of the words sounded right, as if they were written in an unfamiliar language. The fancy lettering swirled around the cream-colored making her dizzy.

It was a vice, but Kate knew that the only cure to her sudden case of emotional vertigo was a couple of drinks. Or a few. Or more. So, she got dressed and headed to the Garrison.

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Though it was early in the evening, John and Arthur were already there with a couple of regulars at the bar.

“Katie-Girl, there ya are!” John crowed happily. “Haven’t seen you.”

“Yeah, she’s been spending all her time with Solomons in London.” Arthur rolled his eyes.

Kate smiled. “Now, now, Arthur, you know I love you both equally. I’m not one to play favorites.” She scolded and found a seat at the bar.

“What’ll it be?” Arthur smiled and grabbed an empty glass for her.

“Whatever is strongest.” She placed her purse on the bar. “I’ve had a shit week and I’d like to forget it.”

“I’ll get ya a whiskey.”

John got a wild grin on his face as an idea crossed his mind. “Nah, mate, get her the absinthe. She wants to forget a week not a day.”

Arthur shot his younger brother a dirty look. “You know we ain’t supposed to advertise that shit.” He retorted. “Coppers will come in and take it from us if people go ‘round saying that we’ve got it.”

John just scoffed. “They can’t take anything from us, we’re the Peaky fucking Blinders.” He stood up suddenly and hopped over the bar, much to Arthur’s dismay.

“Gonna scuff up the woodwork you fucking little shit!” Arthur smacked him in the back of the head.

Still, John tucked under the bar and produced a bottle of a green-colored spirit.

“John, I’ve become well acquainted with the green fairy,” Kate informed him. “I lived with Bohemians in France and they drank that shit like it was stout.”

“Then have at it.” John uncorked the bottle and placed it next to the empty glass in front of her.

Kate thought about the thin black lines spelling out Tommy and Grace’s names. The date and time of the wedding. Cordially invited. “Fuck it.” She whispered and poured herself a shot of the bitter-tasting drink.

As the anise-flavored spirit traveled down her throat, she remembered the words of a man she lived with for a part of her time in Paris. An artist who was as eccentric as he was kind-hearted. And although Kate was never the artistic type, she often drank with him just to keep company.

One night she asked why he always drank absinthe. There wasn’t anything appealing to Kate, it didn’t smell very nice and the green hue was off-putting.

“The green fairy makes everyone a visionary.” He replied.

“I don’t want to be a visionary.” She responded. “I’ve nothing to offer the world. I just want to survive.”

He peered at her from behind his small spectacles that always rested precariously on the bridge of his nose. “Then drink, and rage, and forget.”

Kate didn’t have much of a memory of the night after that. But she swore she danced over the rooftops of Paris until the stars took a hold of her and cradled her. Instead of waking up in the sky, however, she woke up on the floor of her bedroom, not able to make it to her bed before she passed out. But her roommates said she had sung well into the night. She had danced. And at one point she had thrown open the windows and shouted into the night. Something about life or something about death, no one remembered precisely.

In Birmingham, she raged. Though, she was good-natured at the Garrison. For the length of time that John and Arthur allowed her to stay. Eventually, Arthur demanded John bring her to Tommy’s or Polly’s. That way someone could look after her so she didn’t accidentally fall or hurt herself.

Since the betting shop was closer, that’s where John took Kate. Not that he was being lazy, it was just Kate was so drunk she could barely walk without stumbling every step.

She rambled on and on to him the walk over there. Not making much sense, either because her words were so slurred or she was speaking in a multitude of different languages. Stitching them together to try and make sense of her own drunken state.

Practically dragging her along, John managed to get her to Tommy’s doorstep and he knocked.

Since Kate started drinking early and it didn’t take long before she got drunk on absinthe, it was still a reasonable hour to be knocking.

Still, Tommy was annoyed when he saw his younger brother was toting along a very inebriated Kate. “What the hell happened?”

“Absinthe,” John explained. “I’m sorry, Tom, I didn’t think she’d take more than a shot but she was hell-bent on tryna drink the whole bottle ‘fore we got it away from her.”

“For fuck’s sake, John.” Tommy ran a hand over his face. “Fine, I’ll look after her.”

“Where are we?” Kate slurred.

“Tommy’s, you’re gonna stay here for the night so he can look after ya,” John explained and helped her inside.

Kate’s reached out to grab something to support herself. But her vision was so muddled that she got a handful of Tommy’s shoulder instead of the banister or the door.

“Go on home, John.” Tommy sighed and shut the door.

“Tom, Tommy.” Her knees buckled for a moment and she decided to slump onto the stairs.

“Yes, Kate?” He watched as she reclined back on the stairs, staring up at the ceiling with a bemused look.

“I could swing from the chandelier.” She murmured like an awe-struck child.

Tommy glanced up and saw nothing but a water-damaged ceiling. “We don’t have a chandelier here.”

“Pft, I know. I could go to your big, fancy-schmancy house.” She giggled and rolled her head to the side to look at him.

“I don’t think Grace would appreciate you hanging off the chandelier.”

A sour look damaged her blissful expression. “Yeah, well I don’t give a flying fuck what Grace thinks.” She muttered and attempted to sit herself up. Instead, she slipped down to the bottom step, her legs sprawled out, outfit disheveled. If she wasn’t drunk, she would’ve been aghast at her appearance in front of Tommy.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Where’s this talk coming from?” He inquired.

“Fuck off.” She grumbled and sloppily adjusted the hem of her skirt.

“You’ve been acting strange ever since the Derby. If you’ve got something to say, you ought to say it.” Tommy insisted firmly. He wasn’t fond of the distancing that Kate had enacted between him and her. Especially not after what they had gone through together in that field.

“M’not saying anything.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Not saying a fucking word. Nothing!”

“Fine.” Tommy knew there was no reasoning with someone so intoxicated. “Then let’s get you to bed.” He went to pick her up.

“Hey!” She smacked his hands away or at least tried because she missed. “Don’t touch me.”

“You can’t possibly think you’re going to make it up those stairs on your own. You’ll fall and crack your head open and I don’t want that in me house.” He retorted.

“I’ll crack my head open if I damn well want to.” She replied like an insolent child. “I don’t care.”

Tommy took a deep breath and let it out before he got really upset. To remedy the situation and get her in bed, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

Kate protested as much as she could without becoming motion sick. “Let me go!” She whined.

“I will once you’re upstairs.”

“I’m gonna fucking bite you if you don’t let me go.” It was the only thing she could think of as the rest of her body felt like lead.

He shook his head. “I have three younger siblings; you don’t think I’ve been bitten in a fight before?” He challenged and continued on his way upstairs with her.

“Fuck you.”

Tommy went into his bedroom and plopped her down on the bed. “There, lie on your side.” He directed.

“Can’t fucking stand you.” She snipped but obliged and curled up on her side, facing away from him.

“We can talk once you’ve sobered up tomorrow.” He turned off the lamp in the corner and pulled the quilt up over her. “Maybe you’ll make more sense in the morning.”

“There’s nothing to make sense of.” Kate felt like the bed was swaying beneath her. Almost like a cradle rocking back and forth. She grabbed at Tommy’s pillow, clutching it close to her like a teddy bear. “I’m in love with you and you’re marrying her.”

Tommy froze in place. He waited for her to say something else. To say she was kidding, or say something else funny to confirm that she was just out of her mind drunk. But she didn’t do either. “You love me? Kate?”

The only reply he got was her soft snores as she settled into a dreamless, painless sleep.

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twisted-leader-of-something · 4 years ago

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Quentin's NRC friends - Other OCs

Hey, I got more OCs to share. These are Quentin's friends at NRC, and I'm posting this before the backstory because I post my babies now, or I'll keep delaying it until that post is done, and it's taking longer to write than I expect.

Stupid Writer's lack of motivation and Tumblr deciding to keep reloading the page and making me start over.

Found Picrew link for Credit where it is due!: https://picrew.me/image_maker/43383

So, here's some more OCs I have. Sorry if it doesn't work on mobile!

Edit: Parts of Adahy and Dorji's profile will be changed to make it better because of some parts of Adahy's profile that I think are stereotyping and I judged Vil Schoenheit's competely wrong before the Pomefiore chapter came out.

Adahy Haida

Full Name: Adahy Inuit-Haida

Nickname(s): Ada (by his friends at NRC), Adie (by Bucky)

Twisted from: Kenai (Mostly Early Movie) [From Brother Bear]

Gender: Male

Species: Beastman (Part Bear)

Age: 17

Birthday: November 29th

Star Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 6'0"4 or 184 cm

Eye Color: Black

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Homeland: Northern Land of the Great Spirits

Family: Mother, Father, Two Older Brothers (Status Unknown), Adoptive Father [Anuka Haida], Adoptive younger brother [Bucky Haida]

Dorm: Savanaclaw

School Year: Second Year

Class: 2-B, Student no. 23

Occupation: Student/Part Time Worker

Club: Volleyball Club

Best Subject: Spiritual Forces/Spirit Studies

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Most Seafoods, especially Salmon and Trout.

Least Favorite Food: Certain Fruits and Meats

Likes: Doing whatever he wants

Dislikes: Other people in his way of doing things

Hobby: Exploring Areas

Sexuality: Straight

Unique Magic: 'Brother of the Spirits' - Adahy can temporarily communicate with the Great Spirits, or any Spirit in his area and receive guidance, intervention or even a change (physical or mental) for about as long as the Spirit in question wishes, if any Spirit wish to speak with him at all. He can also communicate with any and all animals during this time, and also takes the form of a bear during this time, whether or not he is using it for the animals or Spirits, and loses the ability to communicate to human-like creatures. This typically lasts half a hour to a full day, but it depends on the Spirit he is dealing with.

Talent: Ridiculously Accuracte Sense of Smell

Personality: Adahy generally is a prankster, and beats to the sound of his own drum, despite really caring about others and their view of him. He is known for his pranks in Savanaclaw and other dorms and generally getting into trouble with people, which he often gets into major trouble with with fellow dorm members, as Leona and Ruggie seem amused by his antics. Adahy is genuinely is a good guy if you get past his prankster and childish nature, he's a really good guy to talk to and be around because of his understanding with people and the world in general. He also is pretty laid-back and knows lots of secret places around campus to relax, but you have to get past his stubborn nature and sometimes crudes comments.

Background: Born and raised in the Northern Land of the Great Spirits, he grew up in a small tribal area inside of a Native American reservation in the land of Pyroxene. He learned the ways of his ancestors and was firmly taught about the Great Spirits as a child, making him semi-religious even to the current times. He lived a mostly good life, nothing to big happening until his coming of age ceremony, when he received his totem- the Eagle of Knowledge. And, figuring he knew basically everything in the reservation inside and out, decided to leave it without the permission of his leaders due to Adahy's stubborness. Which later ended up backfiring after he finally found a place to settle down with a new family, the broken Haidas which he managed to fix while he was staying there. The two families did manage to come to an agreement about letting Adahy stay outside the reservation, and keep in touch with his tribe. A while later, the father of family, Anuka insisted that Adahy go to Night Raven College to become learn about spirits and his spiritual powers because Adahy had such great talent in that department, despite not having much money to do so. The Haidas somehow managed to get him in to NRC, which Adahy feels bad for. But Adahy somehow managed to land a job at Sam's shop as a part timer and taking jobs around campus because he feels he needs to work hard at NRC as payment for his family's sacrifice despite all the homework he gets. He eventually met Ruggie, another person was in his class he often had jobs with and decided to form an agreement to work together because they often worked in similar spots. So, he can often be found around Sam or Ruggie. He also met Quentin while working around campus, and after a few interesting conversations with her started to hang out with her and her friend group, which at the time was just her, Agat and Dorji.

Das Mana-Alvah

Full Name: Das Mana-Alvah

Nickname(s): the Creep/Traitor/Cult Member assigned to me (by Quentin), Lamprey (by Floyd)

Twisted from: The Rat (very loosely) [From Lady and the Tramp]

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 16

Birthday: July 15th

Star Sign: Cancer

Height: 5'7 or 152.4 cm

Eye Color: Dark Green

Hair Color: Light Brown with Dyed Black Tips

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene

Family: Mother, Father, Older Sister and Brother, Younger Brother

Dorm: Octavinelle

School Year: First Year

Class: 1-E, Student no. 19

Occupation: Student

Club: N/A

Best Subject: Magical Analysis

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Food Sent by His Family

Least Favorite Food: Rare Meats

Likes: His Phone and the Things He Can Do On It

Dislikes: Mostro Lounge, Working as Azul's lackey

Hobby: Spying on People

Sexuality: Straight

Unique Magic: 'I Ail You' - Das can give a person a disease only he can cure and can fully control every part of. Which has been used for interrogation purposes, or for simply getting his friends to stop doing something. It's simple but very deadly since Das knows how to use it.

Talent: Looking Better than He Actually Is

Personality: Das is childish compared to almost every else in the school, so people often associate him with Kalim due to his trustinh, stupid and naive behavior that feels almost disgenious at Night Raven College. But no. He's just naive due to not being in the outside world until now. He's also really not that smart, and it's not that hard to tell just by his grades. But, he seems to be a good person despite not seeming like it and for what he does.

Background: Born and raised in a small faculty in the Cult of Mana, Das grew up learning very little and being taught to take what you have and don't ask for more. He grew up in an extremely religious household with family and friends he loved dearly and, thus grew up to be extremely passionate about his cult. But, he was not that important or even stood out from the crowd. Well, until he was assigned to track Quentin at Night Raven College for the sake of the cult. Which somehow worked despite Das having little magical talent. And for a while, he spied on Quentin by stalking her and stealing her things until he was almost caught by the teachers. To which he decided to make a deal with Azul, giving away his free time (because Azul thought his Unique Magic was worthless) in exchange for a book that would track Quentin's every move. Which, was later destroyed when Leona turned Azul's contracts to sand and forced him to make another contract with Azul. But this time, with Azul being warned by Quentin that Das cannot be left unsupervised with risking a chance of being found out had Overblotted by a dangerous cult, put Das under an even worse contract in exchange for an app on his phone that generally told him what Quentin was doing. Which, he genuinely hates Azul for now. But, he finds some solstice in Quentin's friend group that he kinda forces his way into when the group hangs out together.

Agat Circe

Full Name: Agat Circe

Nickname(s): Agie (by his friends at NRC) Circe/Medea (by his village and family)

Twisted from: the Enchantress [From Beauty and the Beast]

Gender: Male

Species: Demi-human (Part Fae)

Age: 18

Birthday: September 29th

Star Sign: Libra

Height: 5'3 or 162 cm

Eye Color: Light Green

Hair Color: Golden Blonde

Homeland: Mystic Village

Family: Grandmother, Grandfather.

Dorm: Diasomnia

School Year: Third Year

Class: 3-C, Student no. 10

Occupation: Student/Enchanter

Club: Science Club

Best Subject: Magical Combat

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Fruits

Least Favorite Food: Soup

Likes: Being alone, studying magical books

Dislikes: Crowded places, tests

Hobby: Wandering around old places

Sexuality: Bisexual

Unique Magic: 'Fairy Tale Magic' - Agat can make a spell or curse tailored to a specific person no matter the rules of magic. But, it has to be symbolic in some shape or form to work and he is the only one that can cast and dispel it.

Talent: Spell Casting and Lifting

Personality: Agat is not a social person. He tends to be found by himself in unpopular places, but he is a smart and good person despite the air he gives off. Agat is also a person who doesn't care for things all that much, but he actually is really good at understanding people and things. He acts more anti-social than he actually is, as he can sometimes be found spoiling his friends, as he considers his friends very precious to him. People are genuinely surprised to see a powerful enchanter acting like a regular teenager in front of his friends since he often doesn't do much in class, much to the teacher's dismay. Agat is very wise for someone his age, and often has good wisdom if you ask him.

Background: Agat was born of a fae and a human, who he doesn't know. He grew up in the Mystic Village, with his grandparents who were the town's wise sorcerers, so he grew up with lots of knowledge of magic and a good amount of resources to help him grow. Only, he wasn't a very well-liked child in the village because of his gifts, as most thought of him as scary or not someone they should interact with. So, he learned that magic isn't really all that great because people tend to be afraid of it. So, he learned to hide his powers from the village to to gain favor with them, which worked after a few months. Agat's grandparents sent him to Night Raven College, despite Agat wanting to stay in his hometown and he was sorted into Diasomnia, which further reinforced the lessons he learned about magic while in his hometown. Until he met Quentin, and later became friends with her who also started to teach him about Magic and people. And, because of the lessons she teaches, weither Quentin knows it or not, Agat decided to stick with her and her group of friends because he genuinely finds them to be interesting and great people to be around.

Masawa Naran

Full Name: Masawa Naran

Nickname(s): Mas (by his friends at NRC), Master Masawa (by his servants at home)

Twisted from: Kuzco (Mostly Early Film) [From the Emperor's New Groove]

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 17

Birthday: December 21st

Star Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5'9"7 or 164 cm

Eye Color: Light Blue

Hair Color: Natural Black

Homeland: The Kingdom of Sun

Family: Mother, Father, (Deceased) Older Brother, Younger Sister

Dorm: Scarabia

School Year: Second Year

Class: 2-D, Student no. 5

Occupation: Student/Grand Prince

Club: Comedy Club

Best Subject: Transformation Potions

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Flavorful Foods

Least Favorite Food: Foods with Little to No Flavor

Likes: Money, Dancing

Dislikes: Most People Besides His Friends

Hobby: Dancing

Sexuality: Demisexual

Unique Magic: 'Which One, Which One?' - Masawa can temporarily change into an random animal that can speak human language for about ten minutes to a hour with no powers or anything special besides being able to speak a human language. He mostly transforms into a Llama.

Talent: Animal Transformation adaptation

Personality: Masawa is a dick. He is not a great person to be around for a long period of time. He's selfish and often it's his way or the highway. He also has a problem with money, in that he kinda likes money a little too much. Not obsession levels, not definitely enough to make Jamil wary of leaving the treasure stash open for too long. He also doesn't seem to care about other's opinions that much, which is why he often is yelled at by the teachers and students for many things, and why Jamil gets a lot of complaints about him. But, deep down he's insecure as hell. So he puts up a facade of being a huge dick to hide his insecurities, well, until he met Quentin who, because of her experience, saw right through him and told him what he needed to hear. So, because of the mutual understanding the two have, he became a part of the group as he felt they had accepted him for who he was.

Background: Masawa came from the royal household of the Kingdom of Sun, and was raised by his older brother to be a member of royality, which little Masawa thought was actually to be the prince. Which, he originally was excited for because he thought that's what he was born for. So, when his brother became king and he was demoted to Grand Prince, his dreams were dashed. And that's when his insecurities and doubts about who he was and what his purpose in life was popped up and started to eat at him. And so, he became a bitter and selfish person, which his family did try to help change but was unsuccessful until he was enrolled in Night Raven College, and met Quentin.

Dorij Medusa

Full Name: Dorji Medusa

Nickname(s): Mister Medusa (by his clients), Monsieur Prêteur sur gages (by Rook)

Twisted from: Madame Medusa [From the Rescuers]

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 18

Birthday: June 22nd

Star Sign: Cancer

Height: 5'9 or 180 cm

Eye Color: Dark Green

Hair Color: Auburn Red

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene

Family: Mother, Father, Older Sister (Status Unknown)

Dorm: Pomefiore

School Year: Third Year

Class: 3-D, Student no. 16

Occupation: Student/Pawnbroker/Informat/Prostitute

Club: Magical Arts Club

Best Subject: Art

Dominant Hand: Left

Favorite Food: Sweet Foods, Coffee

Least Favorite Food: Sour Foods

Likes: Getting Money and Information

Dislikes: Nosey and Toxic people

Hobby: Collecting Items

Sexuality: Pansexual

Unique Magic: 'Duke of Treasure' - Dorji can identify any item, weither it is a treasure or not, and see its properties but most importantly how much money it's worth.

Talent: Working Well with Dogs and Crocodiles

Personality: Dorji was not a nice person. He made others at Night Raven College seem nice in comparison to him. He was the bar of how much of a dick a person can be according to everyone at NRC, even the teachers, and that says something coming from Vargas and Crewel. He was incredibly rude, stubborn, selfish, temperamental, and manipulative that was toxic to be around for long periods of time, which he still has habits of to this day and what most know him for in general. But after meeting Quentin after long nights with clients and fully understanding Quentin's reasons for helping him out, he soften up enough for everyone to notice something was up with him. So, he keeps up an act of being not a great person and a drama queen at times, but he's much better than he used be according to most people you ask. They say he actually shows how smart he is and will play nice when he has to. But, in truth Dorij actually is a huge mess of problems rolled up into a human being. It is suprising how many issues he has with others and himself that you would wonder if how he's alive sometimes.

Background: Dorji was born into a family of pretty selfish and ridiculously wealthy family, most of which had an unhealthy obsession with money and didn't really care for basic human interaction. So, Dorji grew up thinking money was the only way to live at all, and if you had no money, you were basically worthless. Which later became a problem when he was abandoned by his family at a young age and was forced to live on the streets, which taught him lots of lessons a child really shouldn't learn about life until they are at least a teen. And, because of living on the street, Dorji is great at information gathering and survival. He also managed to get a basic education despite being on the streets and survived long enough to get a job ( which in and of itself was kinda a miracle) and make his way up in life until he got his own shop and became a information broker, which he has a decent amount of money from. Dorji much later decided to go to Night Raven College despite not having much qualifications, and somehow managed to get in and realized on the first day he basically was in trouble because he wasn't as qualified as other students there. So, for a while, Dorji studied his butt off trying to catch up with his classmates and ended up surpassing them because of how determined he was to catch up, which caught the attention of the teachers and most honor students because he had something most honor students didn't- a ridiculous amount of willpower. Which often got him into trouble with other honor students because of their competitive spirit and namely one in particular, Vil Schoenheit. Since Dorji was a great student but also didn't respect much of Pomefiore's traditions, the two often headbutted over the dumbest of things because of the two's stubbornness. It honestly was a minefield for Pomefiore whenever the two end up in the same room, because of how much drama the two would cause. It took a while, and after a lot of teacher intervention, but the two did came to an agreement to not fight too much in front of the dorm. They still hate each other's guts, and are vocal about it, they just don't fight too much anymore. Dorji met Quentin by accident during their first years, trying to find a quiet place to stay for the night and ended up in Ramshackle dorm where Quentin took him in and did so without questioning it the more times he came to her dorm. He did eventually demand why she would he so nice to him, and she said that she was taught not to judge others by what they do, and for her experience with having sex, it wasn't her problem. And, since then, Dorji has developed something of a crush for her, despite him knowing Quentin is married.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #[ character content ]

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Always family; John Deacon x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hello all, I just wanted to share with you all ANOTHER Queen fic. Now this one here is pretty long so I’m sorry not sorry for the longness of this fic but it had to be done. Thought I’d dip my toe into the platonic Queen fics (besides my Rock Angel series) since requests will open up soon. I just want to catch up on all the requests that came to me over Winter break that the anons have been waiting so patiently on before I accept any new ones. So in this fic you the lovely reader are the cousin to this Disco man, but you both act more like brother-sister as you will soon see. Hope you all enjoy this little fic :)

Warnings: Family abandonment (IF THIS TRIGGERS ANYONE PLEASE DON’T STRAIN YOURSELF TO READ IT), angst, swearing, fluff, Paul prenter (Ugh) and the loveable and NASTY QUEENIES :) Enjoy my lovely darlings ;)

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*Nov. 1974, Live at the Rainbow*

It was another successful concert at the Rainbow theater. Queen had once again performed a killer performance, and Brian now finally feeling better after his hepatitis scare knew he was ready to get back on stage and he performed his heart out to make up for what he had to miss while in the hospital.

The three main lead vocalists Freddie, Brian and Roger were heading towards their dressing room when they noticed someone sitting outside the door of their dressing room. She appeared to be about 15 possibly 16, had long (h/c) with platinum blonde highlights. She wore a white crop top shirt, black leather jacket, denim blue jeans and high-heeled boots similar to what their bass player always wore.

They also took notice around her neck was a camera and she was also fiddling around with it, instantly knowing exactly how to operate it. Freddie turned to Roger and teased out.

“Look Roger darling, the girl you ordered finally came.” Roger hit Freddie’s shoulder and told him to fuck off while Brian walked up to the girl and asked.

“Excuse me?” She looked up from her camera and they also saw that she was blowing up a bubble from the gum that she had been chewing. She deflated the bubble as Brian said, “Can we help you?”

“Oh sorry I was just waiting for Deacy.” She responded before going back to her camera.

“You know John?” asked Roger.

“Do I know him? Of course I know him he—oh I get it. Typical Deacy, never likes to talk about me to his friends, thinks I’ll embarrass him or something.” She started off before trailing off into a teasing tone. The three Queen members were still confused to just who exactly this young girl was. She then gestured to herself as she continued, “I’m (Y/n) Deacon, Deacy’s cousin.” She then dug into her jean pocket and innocently held out a packet of gum as she said, “Gum?”

*My POV*

Hello people and beyond! The name’s (y/n) Deacon. I was born March 7th, 1959. And before you ask, yes I am related to John Richard Deacon bass player of Queen. He’s my older cousin but if you ask me he’s been more like a brother to me than my cousin.

In fact it was Deacy who got me interested in electrics, so much so that I’ve taken photography classes in school and then once I get into University I hope to major in photography. In fact the camera I always carry with me around my neck, Deacy actually got it for me three years ago on my 13th birthday.

I had heard about his little band from aunt Lillian and of course from my friends. Now that Queen is starting to gain that spotlight of fame, I took the first bus I could in order to check and see if my dear Deacy hadn’t forgotten about me.

I was now sitting on the couch in the guys’ dressing room, Freddie was sitting close to me and I spoke up.

“Okay see that’s where I draw the line with cats, I mean c’mon who would want a hairless cat? It’s like you just turned a cat inside out and said, ‘here’s your new baby’. Plus if you leave it in the winter it’ll turn into a cat-cicle. But if you leave it out in the summer heat then it’ll be a sunburnt naked mole rat.”

“Brian, Roger make note of this that we are keeping this girl because she gets cat logic.” Freddie claimed as he wrapped an arm around me bringing me close in a one armed hug. I smiled and blushed slightly hiding my head bashfully. We soon heard the door open and finally entering inside the dressing room was the Disco man himself.

“Deacy darling you’ve got some serious explaining to do.” Freddie proclaimed as if he were giving a proclamation. Wide-eyed and startled like a deer in headlights he looked between his bandmates and that’s when Brian spoke up.

“Like why you didn’t tell us about your cousin?” I then made myself known by waving to John and telling him hi. Finally taking notice of me, Deacy smiled and came over to me while I met him half way and the two of us hugged each other after not seeing him for a good couple of years now.

“What are you doing here?”

“What you didn’t think I’d miss the opportunity to miss my cousin performing on stage and finally get to see what all the fuss was about, now did yah?” I teased as I playfully shoved him.

“Did my mum drop you off?”

“Well actually I sorta begged her to get me a bus pass here to London.”

“You mean to tell me you came here all by yourself?” he demanded.

“Deaks I’m not a little girl anymore, I can take care of myself.” He sighed and said as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

“I know you can, you know I just worry about you. Old habits die hard you know?”

“Gosh Deacy, who would’ve thought you were so overprotective? And here I thought you were the docile one.” teased Roger.

“Piss off Roger.” Defended Deacy.

“So (y/n), I’m just looking at these photographs of the concert and they are really good. Did you always want to be a photographer?” Brian said trying to change the conversation.

“Thanks Brian. And to answer your question not always. But I got interested in it at around 10 maybe 11 years old. It just started off taking pictures of the family dog Buddy and some birds, a few family outings but then when I turned 13 that’s when my interest in photography began to rise. In fact Deacy gave me this exact camera and showed me how to work out all the technical stuff with it for my 13th birthday.”

“I must say these are impressive. I would’ve thought a professional would’ve taken these.” Stated Roger as he picked up a photo.

“Aww come on you guys…..”

“No we’re serious (y/n) dear, you’ve got a gift.” Freddie said.

“That’s what I’ve always been telling her.” Said Deacy with a warm smile as he playfully ruffled my hair. I smiled at them and thanked them.

For the rest of the night I got to know the rest of the members of Queen, not just as rock stars, but as my cousin’s best friends. Most people know them as these four handsome young men trying to become famous rockstars, but I got to know their true selves. Brian the smart astrophysicist interested in all things regarding the universe who made his dissertation about stardust.

Roger who is known to most as the ‘heartthrob, womanizing, air-headed and stubborn drummer’ when actually he’s an intelligent person who first started off with dentistry (to which both Deacy and Brian teased him about) but then changed his profession to biology. The first drummer to ever truly tune his drums before playing them.

And of course the front man Freddie Mercury. Most people think he’s always the extravagant person both on and off stage, when in reality he’s just a humble, loving human being who studied design, loves cats and has his insecurities just like everyone else.

I knew from that night that I was going to see these boys not just as my cousin’s friends, but also an extended family.

3 years passed and any chance I got I would visit the boys during holiday breaks or stay with Deacy during the summers. I even got the chance to go with them to Rockfield farm when they recorded “A Night at the Opera” because I was assigned a summer project for my photography class. And when EMI saw my pictures, they actually hired me an internship with them to be the band’s official photographer.

Now that I am done with high school, I’m just waiting for the autumn to start so that I can officially start my University career in photography. The boys have definitely given me good practice for my camera work, doing pictures both on stage and for behind the scenes whether through the tours or them in the studio recording.

They’re rowdy and silly but it’s awesome to see them work and I actually get to see the genius machine that is Queen on how they create their music.

We were currently in the studio and the boys were recording their newest song “We are the Champions”. I was getting the best pictures that I could that the record company was asking for me. Some of the pictures included them in the booth rehearsing, or Freddie along with the sound technician at the sound table messing with the buttons and track, getting it to fit his vision.

Since they were on a strict deadline to get the song recorded, it meant more hours in the studio, hours that not even I could last very long with. I yawned softly when I felt a tap at my shoulder. I looked up to see Deacy standing beside me.

“You ready to head home?” I yawned again and nodded tiredly. “Alright missy, let’s get you home and into bed.” I moaned tiredly and raised my arms out and said.

“Carry me.”

“Are both your legs broken?” he teased. I let out a tired whine.

“You’re mean Deacy.”

“C’mon you get up. I know you can do it.”

“Too tired to get up.” I groaned.

“Then allow me your royal majesty.” I heard Freddie say as I was then picked up princess style and I wrapped my arms around Freddie’s neck. “That better darling?”

“I love you Fred.” I stated bluntly.

“You’re going to spoil her too much Fred.” Deacy said.

“Oh come off it Deacy, she’s a darling and she’s been working so hard she deserves this.”

“Yeah Deacy, I deserve this. Why can’t you be more like Freddie?”

“Because I know when to set limits for you.” I stuck my tongue out at him and then I was carried out of the studio and placed into Deacy’s Volvo. Deacy followed suit and we all bid each other a goodnight and soon Deacy pulled out of the parking lot and drove us back home.

We both entered quietly so that we didn’t wake up either Veronica or baby Bobby. Deacy and I kissed each other goodnight and I went to my guest room and got out of my jeans, didn’t even bother to get out of my shirt and just plopped on my bed and went to sleep.

The next day was like any other day, the guys had just gotten done finishing the final touches to “We are the Champions” and we were all celebrating. Roger uncorked the bottle of wine and poured the guys a drink while I got some non-alcoholic cider, but I knew that Roger would let me sneak in a sip of wine when Deacy wasn’t looking. As we were all gathered around just sharing stories and what not, it was then Paul came in and said.

“Freddie, boys there’s someone here to see you.” Roger and I looked at each other and he muttered.

“Hopefully the police to take him away for being an utter annoyance.” I snickered softly which made Paul glare at me and that’s when he said.

“Come on in Mrs.” And soon walking into the studio was someone I thought I’d never see again. My body tensed up and my heart sunk, it felt like I had gotten punched in the gut and had all the air knocked out of me as a blast from the past came back and stood before this very room.

Her familiar (h/c) now shorter than I remembered but she still kept it the same style, her (e/c) looking right at me. She looked a bit more run down than from what I remembered, probably got involved in drugs since that’s the big thing nowadays.

“Hello (y/n).” She started off. I stood up and just glared at her. “God you’ve—you’ve grown up so fast.” She tried to lighten up the mood. Really? How dare she come back after all these years. In fact how did she find out where I was? I walked out of the room avoiding another glance at her and slammed the door loud behind me.

*John’s POV*

“So…..where are the groceries?” I demanded.

“John please—”

“No, no I really want to know. Because you’re finally here, but I see no groceries.” I stood up and continued as I walked up towards her, “I mean that’s what you said when you dropped her off with mum, your sister. But news flash Katherine. You’re 15 years too late!” I now stood face to face with her, hell I almost lost my composure and wanted to hit her so hard.

“Whoa, whoa Deacy take it easy! Take it easy!” Brian said pulling me away from her.

“Deacy darling you’ve never acted this way before, just who is this woman?”

“Unfortunately she’s my mum’s younger sister. My aunt……”

“(Y/n)’s mother.” She finished.

“No, no, no! You lost that right when you abandoned her that day!” I snapped.

“Deacy calm down, calm down.” Brian said as he placed his hand to my chest trying to get me to calm down, but at this point I knew nothing would.

“Why are you here? How did you even know she’d be here?” I demanded.

“I’ve known how close you both were when you were kids, so I figured that she’d be with you. And when I heard about where Queen does their rehearsals I thought I’d get clearance, thanks to Mr. Prenter, he allowed me to come and see her.”

Bloody hell of course Paul would play a part in this. He’s always hated (y/n) hanging around, talking about her like she was a distraction from the band. Of course (y/n) never took anything lying down.

Much like Roger, hell in fact all her life when she needed and wanted to, she could be a right up trickster. Her pranks were always over the top but brilliantly planned and well executed.

I would know because I was unfortunately a victim to some of those pranks, but then again I also helped form some of those pranks on say like heart-breaking, back-stabbing boyfriends, stab in the back best friends, you know those types of people.

I then left the booth and tried to find (y/n). I searched and searched but I couldn’t find her anywhere, that was until I heard sniffling from the janitor’s closet.

I pressed my ear against the door and I knew without a doubt that (y/n) was behind the door. I lightly knocked on it and she stopped crying and choked out.

“Please go away.” I knew words wouldn’t convince her to come out, so I did the next best thing that always seemed to at least put a smile on her face, even when I couldn’t see it.

I went into the next room and managed to find some paper and a pen and I raced back towards the janitor’s closet and wrote something down on the paper before sliding it under the door.

*My POV*

How could she? How could she suddenly decide to show up after all these years? How the hell did she even find me? I kept crying all alone in the janitor’s closet, having the broom against the handle so that no one could come in. I heard a knock so I just told whoever it was to go away.

I heard footsteps walking away so I figured they got the message, but then I heard footsteps again and then something was tossed underneath the crack of the door. It was a piece of paper. I slowly crawled up halfway out of my spot to grab the sheet of paper and unfolded it to see a very familiar little rhyme.

Oh won’t you come out little Dale.

Don’t you weep and tell me your tale.

Deacy. Whenever I was so upset that I would hide away in either a closet or under the sink, he’d always write me a silly but comforting note that always first opened with those two lines.

Sometimes that was all it took for me to open the door and talk to him, other times we’d just pass notes back and forth between the door until I was ready to come out. Since there wasn’t a writing utensil at all in here, I was forced to remove the broom and slowly open the door.

The first thing I saw his hand being held out for me to take. I slowly reached my hand out from the door and took his hand. He always knew that whenever I got this upset to never push me. I felt his thumb rub and stroke over the top of my hand, his other fingers gently intertwining with my own in various different ways trying to give me the best comfort he could till I finally had the courage to come out.

Finally I opened up the closet.

I immediately hugged Deacy and he hugged me back and I whimpered out.

“I’m sorry I pulled a Roger move.”

“Shhhh. It’s alright my little nightingale. Unlike Roger’s temper tantrum over a strange car song, you have a better excuse. I’m so sorry love I had no idea it would be her.”

“I know you didn’t have anything to do with this. It’s just—”

“No I know. I know. Believe me love, I gave her a piece of my mind after all these years. All for you.”

“Why couldn’t you have been my real brother Deacy?” he softly laughed and said as he stroked through my hair.

“I may be your cousin by blood (n/n). But to me you’ve always been the sister I’ve always wanted. And that’ll never change, you hear me?” he cupped my face into his hands. He wiped my tears as I nodded and hugged him, burying my face into his shoulder. “We’ll get through this together dove, just like we’ve always done.”

Days passed and Deacy made sure that if my mum came anywhere near me trying to start a conversation, either he or the lads would come in and save me with a ‘task’ to do, just to spare me more agony and pain, especially since she kept coming over to the studio every day and was always in the same room as I was in.

However one day when guys all had to record their parts for a new song, I was looking at all my photos when I heard her voice say.

“(Y/n)?” I froze and turned around to see my mum standing there, blocking my only exit. I stood up and said.

“Stay away from me!”

“Please just hear me out, please! Give me 2 minutes.” I looked down at my watch and said.

“1.58” telling her that her time was ticking.

“I know that—I haven’t been the best mother. After your father left us I thought I could do well by you but I guess I was wrong. I never left you because I didn’t love you, I left you because I loved you too much to put you in what I was living under. I could barely keep the mortgage on the house, we would’ve been homeless. I couldn’t do that to you. I thought that by leaving you with my sister, you’d get a better chance. Much more than you could have with me.”

“Then why didn’t you visit me? Why didn’t you call?” I asked as tears filled my eyes.

“I was a mess I—I got into some serious trouble and had to try and work them out. If they found out I had a child, then they’d use you against me. I couldn’t let them do that. But I do have something to show you,” she dug into her purse and pulled out a photograph. She walked up to me and held it out for me. “Look at this picture, just look at it.”

I looked between her and the picture until I finally took it and turned it over and was shocked to see what the picture was.

It was a picture of me at my secondary school decathlon. It was the championship competition and I had gotten the last question correct which made our school the first time in decades win a decathlon.

“You—you were there?”

“Yes, you were always such a clever girl, I knew if anyone could get your school the win it’d be you.” I just stared at her in shock, even though I hadn’t seen her since I was a child, she still was there watching over me. “I—I got more pictures like that in the apartment that I’m stay at, if you’d like you could come over and see them.”

“Really?” she nodded with a soft smile. “And I was also wondering that after you’re done with work, do you—wanna get a drink or something? Coffee? Do you like coffee?”

“I love coffee.” I said.

“Great, I know this one coffee shop in downtown.”

And for the first time, I was starting to slowly reforge a bond with my mother.

As the weeks passed and the two of us got to know each other a little more, hanging out after work, going to the clubs, and going to the mall shopping for clothes. Of course I had to buy them but hell we were using Deacy’s card and he didn’t seem to mind at all. So long as we didn’t go crazy and spend all his hard-earned money at once.

And true to her word, my mum did in fact have pictures of almost all my main important events that have happened in my life. My first swim team competition, my school play freshman year, even my high school graduation.

Every important even, she was there.

One day she had came over to Deacy and Veronica’s place and we were both sitting on the couch. The two of us laughing and looking at all of the photos I’ve taken since I’ve been with the guys, explaining each and every picture.

“There us at Rockfield farm studios, Roger was messing around with the chickens, which I told him not to, then next thing he knew the rooster was chasing after him for over 15 minutes.”

“Wow, I must say these are probably the best taken pictures I’ve seen, you’ve really got a gift.”

“Yeah, Deacy says that all the time.” She sat there silent and she said.

“Hey how do you feel about road trips?” I looked at her and said.

“You’re looking at someone whose toured with the biggest band all over the world. A simple road trip wouldn’t hurt me. You—really mean it? You and me?”

“If you’re interested. Just you and me poppet.”

“I am…..mum.” She smiled and for the first time in a very long time, my mum embraced me. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back.

“We’ll go first thing in the morning.” She told me and I nodded.

*John’s POV*

Seeing (y/n) hugging Kathrine like that made me feel so on edge. In fact this entire time she’s been here I’ve felt this sickening feeling that history was going to repeat itself.

“Deacy?” I turned to see Brian standing behind me. I had invited the lads over for supper and just so that way Katherine would be outnumbered should she try anything.

“If you’re going to tell me to stop spying on them, you might as well leave now.”

“You know—maybe she’s really trying to change. Maybe she did try to come back and patch things up with (y/n).” I turned to him and snarled out.

“She had 15 years to do that, don’t you think if she really cared about her own daughter she’d have come sooner?”

“I know Deacy and I’m not jumping to any conclusions yet but, from what I’ve seen so far. (Y/n) seems to really want to be with her mother. Maybe you could try to let go of the past and see that Katherine is seemingly wanting to change. At least do it for (y/n).”

“Everything I do is for her. I just—I just don’t want to see her get hurt again. For three years when she was first dropped off at my home, she always asked me ‘when’s mummy coming back?’ At the end of the three years by the time I was a teenager I just snapped and told her that she abandoned her. I felt awful in the way I had to explain it, took me over a week to finally get her to talk back to me. And I don’t know what’ll happen if she tries to leave her again.”

“I know mate, I know.” Brian wrapped an arm around me trying to get me to cheer up as I watched with a heavy heart as Katherine and (y/n) were planning out their summer road trip.

It was early the next morning, I woke up to the sounds of Robert getting fussy and felt Veronica stir beside me.

“I’ve got him love.”

“But you took care of him last time.”

“For you my darling, I would always take care of our children if it meant you could still sleep.” I kissed her temple down to her neck before getting up and heading over to Robert’s room. “Alright my boy, what’s going on with you hmm?” I picked him up and he babbled.

“Hungwy dada.” Since Robert couldn’t quite get his R’s right they always sounded like w’s. I smiled and said as I picked him up and held him in my arms.

“Okay buddy, what shall it be today hmm? Cheese on toast?”

“No yucky dada.”

“How dare you! Cheese on toast is a wonderful dish, you take that back mister man.” I teased as I began to tickle his sides making him laugh. He squirmed in my hold and that’s when I saw the silhouette of aunt Katherine walking down the stairs.

I narrowed my eyes and peeked out of Robert’s bedroom door and swore I saw a suitcase in her hand. I told Robert to go over to our room and stay with his mum while I went down to see just exactly she thought she was doing.

I silently walked down the stairs and saw her with the suitcase and she was about to grab her purse when I stopped her and said.

“Going out shopping again, Katherine?” she froze in her spot and turned around towards me and said.

“John I—I didn’t expect to see you up so early; I would’ve thought the tour exhausted you out.”

“Oh it did, but then again when my child needs me I’m always there for them. So where is it to this time?”

“Actually it’s not what you think. Work called in and I’ve got to check in on some things.”

“And what about the big road trip you and (y/n) had planned? Hmm? Were you going to let her in on your business?” I snapped.

“I was actually going to have you tell her for me.” She said. I rolled my eyes and turned away from her shaking my head.

“I knew it.” I muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“You almost had me convinced. Almost I mean you finally convinced (y/n) but not anymore! I knew you could never change. You abandoned her once before and I knew that if you ever came back into her life again, you’d do it all over again!” My voice raising up louder and angrier than I ever thought I could go.

“John?” Veronica soon came down with Robert in her arms and the lads were right behind her as well, probably hearing my yelling.

“Jeez Deaks its barely 7 o’clock, what the hell is with all the yelling?” Questioned Roger.

“Katherine’s leaving (y/n) again.” I stated. They all turned to her and Veronica said.

“Is this true Katherine?”

“And it gets better, she’s wanting me to tell (y/n) the road trip they both planned out together is cancelled instead of telling her herself.” I made sure to point out.

“It’s just business Veronica dear, if you were in my shoes you’d do the same. I promise I’ll keep better in touch this time.”

“Took you 15 years just to get back in touch.” I said. Seeing the look on my wife’s and my friends’ faces they finally got to see what I had seen all those years ago. From what I had told them, now they finally got to see it. Veronica holding our son walked up to her and said.

“Katherine, if you walk out of (y/n)’s life now…..don’t you ever come back.” With that she walked back up the stairs passing the guys. All was silent before I spoke up.

“May I have a moment alone with her?” I could already feel the tension from them. I knew the guys were just as angry as I was because they cared for (y/n) as much as I did, even after knowing her after just 3 years. I heard them walk away until finally it was just Katherine and I in my front hallway. “Sit down.”

“I don’t have time for this John—”

“I said sit down Katherine!” I snapped as I finally turned back towards her and just saw her back as her hand was on the doorknob ready to walk out. She sighed heavily and walked right past me and sat down on the living room couch.

I walked over toward her and sighed heavily and finally spoke my mind.

“You know; (y/n) was doing just fine until you showed up. But now that you’re back, you have responsibility for her.”

“Look I came back for her—”

“Oh bull. BULLSHIT!!” I yelled at her. “(Y/n) is not some purse that you hang up on a rack and then pick her up whenever you’re ready to use it. Her life goes on! She’s not supposed to be there for you, you’re supposed to be there for her!”

“You get off my back! YOU THINK I WANTED THIS?! IT JUST HAPPENED!!!” She yelled at me as she stood up. Her breathing was sharp and heavy as she tried to explain her reasoning, “After Derek left, I tried my best but it was just too much and I—”

“CUT THE RUBBISH! ALRIGHT! CUT IT!! Cause I’ve been there! But I didn’t run out on Veronica. I was there for her every day because that’s what a real parent does.”

“A real parent!? Fine. Then you’re a better father than my good-for-nothing man was. Hell John you must be better than any man in the world must be! The one in a million golden boy!” She cheered sarcastically. I shook my head at her and turned away from her. “Now are you going to tell (y/n) or not?”

“I’m not gonna do your dirty work for you.”

“Fine. I’ll—I’ll call her from the road then.”

“Yeah you do that.”

“I will.” She then walked out and that’s when we both heard (y/n)’s voice call out.

“Mummsy.” Katherine stopped in her tracks as (y/n) stood in front of me setting her bags down as she said, “You ready to head out?” Katherine turned towards (y/n) and put on that fake persona act and said as she walked up towards her.

“(Y/n) love glad I caught you. Umm…..some business came up that I gotta handle, so we’re gonna have to put our—trip on hold. You understand right?” (Y/n) was silent for a moment before she finally said.

“Yeah, yeah I understand.”

“Oh that’s great, I promise you I had no intention of having this come up.”

“No yeah I understand.”

“And it’ll only just be for a couple of weeks….well maybe even longer.”

“I get it, it’s fine. It’s fine.”

“Look I’ll call you next week and we’ll iron out the details then, okay?” (Y/n) nodded.

I could tell from the second she got the news that (y/n) was heartbroken and I feared that she knew Katherine’s real reason for leaving. She tried to pull off an understanding smile and voice but I could hear the cracks in her voice.

“It was great seeing you again poppet.” Katherine said as she reached out to her but (y/n) shrugged her off as she said.

“You too—Katherine.” She spat out her own mother’s name icily as she stared right at her. Katherine knowing that she had lost her only child once more, sighed solemnly and left without another word, turning her back on (y/n) once more.

“I’m sorry love.” I heard a choked out laugh and that’s when (y/n) said.

“No this actually works out perfectly I mean with the tour about to resume I can get back to practicing before University starts and—”

“(N/n), you don’t have to pretend around me. It’s okay to be angry.” I assured her.

“Mad? Why should I be mad Deacy? I mean at least she said goodbye this time, right? Hell at least this time you won’t have to hear me complain ‘when’s mummy coming home?’ I’m not 4 years old anymore, I can handle it. I—just wish I didn’t waste my damn time building this fucking scrapbook!” She then pulled out from her bag a photo album and glued onto the cover was a recent picture of her and Katherine together.

With all the pictures she’s taken over the years, (y/n)’s other hobby included scrapbooking. I saw that it had been completed decorated and detailed, almost like a professional had made it. She set it down on the table and just glared down at it.

I slowly walked up to her but kept to her space because I knew it was only a matter of time before she would break down and I didn’t want to overwhelm her.

“Darling, you know that if there was anything I could do to make this better—”

“No, no, no, no this works out for the best,” she said as she came up to me looking me right in the eye. “I mean it’s her loss anyway I mean I learned how to ride a bike by myself. Yeah sure the boys laughed at me but I got back up and showed them a thing or two about riding didn’t I?”

“Yes you did love bug.” I said with a fond smile remembering that day.

“And there was a hell of a lot of stuff I did without her. I learned how to shave, how to drive, I got over my first crush and date without her, I did prom without her, I had fifteen great birthdays without her! That bitch never even sent me a damn card. TO HELL WITH HER!!!” She turned and screamed at the door.

God she’s always tried to remain so optimistic about life and everything around her. Always tried to remain strong after being abandoned by both parents, she always tried to go on every day with a smile and a laugh but now she was finally letting all that pain out like a dam bursting.

Hearing her sharp breaths and the tremble in her voice just broke my heart.

“I never needed her then, and I’ll never need her now.” She snapped as she walked away. I softly spoke her name as I reached out and touched her arm. That’s when she turned around and said.

“Nah you know what Deacy? I’m gonna get through college without her. I’ll get my dream job without her. I’ll find me a good guy to be with, and then I’m going to have a whole bunch of kids. I’m gonna be a better mother than she ever was because there’s not a fucking thing she can teach me ABOUT HOW TO LOVE A CHILD!!!”

Her eyes were red from the tears pooling in her eyes and her face morphed from pure rage to brokenhearted with a snap of a finger. It was almost like she had de-aged right before my eyes and was back to being that three year old girl that I once held in my arms whenever she cried about her parents.

“Why didn’t they want me?” At this point I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her and held her as close and as tightly as I could as I felt her wet my shoulder with her tears. Her sobs pierced the room as I felt her go limp against me. The two of us slowly collapsed to our knees but not once did I let my grip on her go loose. I kept hold of her as I rubbed her back and whispered words of love and comfort in her ear.

*3rd Person POV*

Unaware that in behind the door that led to the dining room, Freddie, Roger and Brian stayed and overheard the entire conversation. And overhearing their favorite girl break down like this, broke all their hearts. Freddie wiped away his tears that were flooding down his face, almost ready to break down the door and just hug his little camera girl.

Brian who standing behind Freddie had a hand on his shoulder but he too had tears streaming down his face. While Roger who was had pulled up one of the dining room chairs just a couple inches away from Fred, his back turned towards the door.

He was a mix between pure anger and heartbreak. He wa tempted to knock over the china cabinet but also just break down into tears at hearing his partner in crime cry this much. Never had he heard her make those sounds before and it just hurt him to the core.

Back with John and (y/n), she had finally managed to cry herself to sleep. Deacy slowly picked her up bridal style when the guys decided to come into the living room and the second John saw their red, teary eyes, he knew that they had stayed and overheard everything.

“You heard it all I assume?” John asked more as a statement than a question.

“We didn’t mean to impose John.” Said Brian.

“It’s fine, beats having to tell you guys and having her relive that pain and exhausting myself to repeat the same story.” He said as he looked down at his little cousin. Roger came up towards Deacy and stroked (y/n)’s head.

“The poor dear” Freddie said solemnly.

“Guess you were right about her Deacy.” Brian said.

“There will be plenty of time for ‘I told you so’s’ later, right now I should get (y/n) back into her room so she can get the proper rest she needs.” Deacy then took his cousin upstairs and placed her back in her bed.

He tucked her in and brushed away the hair from her face and lightly kissed her forehead before leaving her room to head back downstairs.

As time went on and it was around late afternoon the guys were still hanging around John’s place, agreeing to stay until (y/n) woke up so that the five of them could have a talk. Veronica who was currently walking up the stairs to check up (y/n) muttered to herself.

“Oh I hope she’s okay.” She got to the door and lightly knocked on it and said, “(Y/n), (y/n) love it’s Veronica, may I come in?” She heard nothing. She knocked again and said, “(Y/n)?” when she didn’t get a response, she opened the door to see a shocking sight.

The bedsheets had been turned over and the bedroom window was open, the curtains blowing with the wind.

“Oh no, John!” she cried out as she raced back down the stairs. The boys heard footsteps running down the stairs and when they saw Veronica, the first thing they saw was her frantic state. John immediately went up to his wife holding her arms and said.

“Love calm down, what’s going on?”

“(Y/n)’s is missing.”

“What? What do you mean missing?!” demanded Roger.

“I went to check on her but when I opened the door she wasn’t in her room. The window was open and—” without getting another word, the four bandmates raced up the stairs to see that Veronica was telling the truth. She came up behind them as Deacy and Brian raced towards the window and looked down.

“She must’ve scaled down using the pipes along the house.” Suggested Brian.

“My darlings, her bag is gone.” Freddie stated as he stood by the closet and sure enough the bags that she had used for the upcoming road trip were gone.

“She could be anywhere by now.” Brian said but then I snapped.

“She could be out of the country for all we know because we don’t know how long she’s been gone for!”

“Deacy calm down.” Roger said.

“I swear if anything happens to that girl, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Don’t worry darling we’ll find her.” Fred assured me as he placed a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll turn London upside down if we have too to find her.”

We then split up into teams. I called my mum first to take care of Robert and watch over him then once she took care of him Veronica and I checked in the square, Fred took the studio, and Brian and Roger took the park.

It was an endless search trying to find her, and I pray to God we find her alive. It would be dark soon and all the freaks and psychopaths love to come out at night.

*3rd Person POV*

It was hours into the search and sunset would soon be near and still no one had found any signs of (y/n). After search the studio, Fred decided to help Brian and Roger in the park while Deacy and Veronica tried the mall, hoping that maybe (y/n) had gone inside since it was getting dark soon.

Fred and Brian teamed up together to search one side of the park while Roger was near by the lake searching on his own. It was then he took notice of something underneath the bridge nearby. He quickly ran towards the bridge and low and behold he had found (y/n).

She was huddled under the bridge, her knees tucked in close to her body sniffling softly. Roger took notice of the tearstains on her face and he felt his heart break once more. He cautiously approached her and knelt down beside her and softly said her name.

*My POV*

I sniffled and felt more tears run down my face. I thought that I had finally found a place to cry in peace without risking anyone coming near me and asking questions when I heard the familiar soft, spoken voice of Roger Taylor say my name. I jumped up but then groaned and turned my back on him.

“Oh god…..”

“You know you really gotta pick your hiding spots. I mean seriously you have no idea how many people could see you—”

“Why are you here Roger?!” I snapped.

“We’ve been scouring the entire town looking for you (n/n). You gave us all quite a scare.” He said. I didn’t respond to him, just scooted as far away from him as I could and put my bag between us giving me that extra space I needed. “You wanna talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. My dad never wanted me, my mum never wanted me, nobody ever wants me.”

“That’s not true—”

“Open your eyes Roger!” I snapped at him as I felt a new wave of tears hit me. “All my life I’ve had to hear all my friends telling me what great parents they have. You know my dad fought in Vietnam, my mom’s a real estate’s agent. My parents help support me. Well—both my parents never wanted me! Yeah I had Deacy and aunt Lillian but they are just my cousin and aunt. It’s not the same! My whole life I had to be loved by someone whose not my parent and I hate it! I hate it soo much!” I lowered my head choking on my sobs.

It was then I felt Roger’s arms wrap around me and I felt him place my head over his heart, each beat of his heart trying to soothe my tormented mind. He stroked down my hair and he said.

“Do you remember back on Ridge farm when Brian took us all out to that one area of woods to see the stars? Paul forced himself into the getaway, so to mess with him you filled his bag with rocks and used that lizard you came across to put on his bottle as well as on his head.”

“And then it crawled into his mouth.” I finished.

“Yeah pure stroke of genius.” He chuckled. “(N/n), you may think you’re unloved, but that is absolute bollocks. You are loved. By Deacy, Brian, Fred, me, Veronica, hell even Miami. We all love you, and if anything had happened to you, we wouldn’t know what to do.” He wiped the tearstains away from my cheek with his thumb before lifting my chin up to face him, forcing me to stare into his baby blue eyes. “The only one who doesn’t deserve to be loved and wanted is your mother. Anyone who could play you like that, has no right to be called a parent. You are way out of her league.”

“Then why would she come back pretending to care?” Roger just looked at me sadly and he said.

“I wish I had the right answer. But I can tell you this; you’re sweet, you’re kind, smart, beautiful. You’ve got more sass in one finger than Deacy will ever have in his entire body. And it’s like you said one day in the way off deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep.” I laughed softly as he kept repeating the word deep at least four more times before continuing, “distant future, you’ll become a mother yourself and I know that you’ll be twice the mother than your own was.” He tucked some of my hair behind my ears, revealing them before gently cupping my chin between his thumb and index fingers.

“How is it that a dentist ends up being wiser than both the astrophysicist and electrical engineer?”

“I was never a dentist and you know it.” He said as he playfully squeezed the tip of my nose shaking my head which made me laugh again as I pushed his hand away making him laugh softly. He then leaned forward and placed his forehead against mine.

This was a special little thing that Roger loved to do with me. It was our own secret little comforting mechanism. I was actually the first one to do it to him when he once had a breakdown after a show. He just seemed so peeved about something that the lads almost feared that he’d throw out another telly set. So I took the risk and took his hands in mine and just placed my forehead against his and just held that position till he calmed down.

From then on, whenever one of us was mad or upset, the forehead touch helped bring the other back to Earth. He then wrapped his arms around me giving me his famous bear hugs. His hand stroked down my hair as his head now moved next to mine while my head rested against his shoulder and the two of us sat there for a while in silence.

“C’mon kid, let’s get you home.”

“I don’t think I can.” I muttered sadly.

“Why’s that?”

“Deacy.” I simply answered. Roger separated from me and he said.

“He’s not mad (y/n)…..”

“You don’t get it, you may have seen John Deacon the man who can crumble you down with just two sentences, but you’ve yet to see what happens when he redirects that anger and mixes it with overprotective behavior.”

“Love, he’s been worried sick about you. He needs to know that his little sis is safe. I know I would.” I sighed heavily and said.

“But what if he does get mad?”

“I’ll talk to him. If anyone knows a thing about overreacting it’s me.” I smiled softly and that’s when Rog stood up and held his hand out for me to take.

“You promise to have my back?”

“Partners in crime till the very end. Just like those two cats in that poem you like so much.” I smiled up at him and took his hand and he helped me up as he took my bag over his shoulder and had his free arm wrapped around my shoulder as he guided me back to his car and he drove me back to Deacy and Veronica’s.

*3rd Person POV*

The sun had set about 5 minutes ago and with almost everyone back at John’s place, no one had found her. John who was running his hands through his hair frantic with worry as his wife tried to calm him down.

“Maybe we should call the police.” Suggested Brian.

“No need Brian.” Roger’s voice soon spoke up as he opened the door. Everyone turned to see that the drummer had finally came back.

“And just where were you all this time Roger dear?”

“Bringing back a lost lamb.” He then gestured with his arm and soon walking in cautiously was (y/n). Immediately everyone began crowding around her asking her questions about where she was and why she ran away like that.

Sensing his partner in crime’s nervousness and anxiety he told everyone.

“Guys, guys back it up. Don’t crowd her all at once.” John who merely stood there by the couch in shock to see his cousin alive and well. Roger looked to Deacy and pressed his hand to (y/n)’s back. She looked up at him and he nodded to her and she cautiously walked towards her cousin, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.

“Where did you find her?” asked Freddie.

“At the park underneath the Churchill bridge. Poor girl was crying her eyes out.” Roger whispered. Veronica ten decided to allow her husband and (y/n) to have some alone time so she guided the boys into the kitchen for a proper meal after their long search while she called Lilian to tell her that they found (y/n) and that she would pick Robert up in the morning.

(Y/n) stood in front of her cousin. John looked down at her before finally raising his hands to cup both sides of her face to lift her face up so that he could get a good look at her.

“You’re not hurt are you?” he asked. With a shake of her head, Deacy sighed with relief and immediately embraced her before openly weeping into her shoulder. She hugged her cousin back whimpering.

“I’m sorry I ran away. I’m sorry Deacy, I’m sorry.”

“Shhhh, you’re home now. Safe and unharmed and that’s all I care about now. It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay dove.” The two cousins kept hold of each other trying to draw strength from each other knowing that they were going to get by and be okay.

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Chuckster Cheese

Warnings: Minor cussing I think? Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Charlie Bradbury, Kevin Tran Summary: Chuckster Cheese is a pizza chain for kids that might be reusing their pizza, so you decide to investigate Reader’s Age: 16+ Word Count: 1445

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: So I decided to make up a pizza chain just for fun. I kinda lost inspiration towards the end and didn’t really now how to end it so sorry if it just kinda s t o p s. Enjoy!

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You laid on your stomach in your bed, your laptop open as Shane Dawson's voice filled the room. Shoving some popcorn in your mouth with one hand, you fixed the blanket that wrapped around your body and head.

You glanced over at the digital clock that sat on your dresser; it read three in the morning. With a yawn, your attention was turned to your door as a knock sounded. Sam peeked his head through the small opening. "Why are you still awake?" He asked. Dean and Sam had been out on a hunt.

"I could ask you the same thing," you retorted.

"We just got back; I'm heading to bed now. I wanted to check on you," Sam paused, "You should get some sleep,"

"Fine." You closed your laptop. Sam began to close the door before you called out to him. Sam turned and gave you his attention. "Can I have the car tomorrow?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, "You're asking the wrong person," Sam sighed and shut your door, clearly exhausted.

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The night went and the morning came. You got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to find your brothers sitting at the table. You walked over to Dean and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Oh, Dean, have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"W-what are you doing?" Dean tensed, expecting something to jump out at him.

You released him and sat down, draping an arm around his shoulders. "What? Can't I show some affection to my awesome brother?"

"Not unless you want something... or broke something. Did you break something? I told you to stay out of my room!" Dean turned towards you. You glanced at Sam, who had an entertained smile on his face.

"I didn't break anything, mom-I mean my wonderful brother," it took all of your might not to insult him, Dean could be such a mother hen some times.

"What do you want?" Dean deadpanned.

"Could I have the car today?" you asked, slightly preparing for rejection.

"I guess," Dean sighed.

"Wait, really?" even Sam was surprised.

"No. D'you really think I'd let you drive, Baby? Do you even know how much driving experience you have? Not a lot," your shoulders slumped as your arm fell from his shoulders.

"Well, maybe if someone would take me driving more often then I'd have some experience, but noooo, Dean has to be obsessed with a car," you grumbled.

"You know what? Keep this up, and you'll find a bug on your pillow," Dean warned.

"Keep this up, and I'll just steal the damn car,"

Sam chuckled, "By all means antagonize the beast, see where it gets you," Dean shot him a bitch-face, making Sam laugh more.

"Come on, Dean, it won't be for very long, I'll have it back by midnight tonight. You guys just got back from a hunt! It's not like you're going anywhere,"

"Hey, I got places to go!" Dean defended.

You deadpanned, "Where could you possibly need to go? The retirement home?" Sam choked on his water, causing him to have a coughing fit.

"You're not helping your case," Dean glared at you. "Girls can't drive, plain and simple,"

Ignoring his insult, you continued your argument, "Dean! I've never asked for anything in my whole life! Just let me drive the damn car!" you begged.

"You asked for ice cream last week, you liar," Dean shot back.

You paused, "I've never asked for anything that means this much to me in my whole life," you re-phrased.

Dean sighed, taking a deep breath and thinking for a moment. "Fine," he begrudgingly agreed, "But if you so much as get a tiny scratch on that car, you're never driving again."

"THANK YOU!" you squeezed Dean, earning a groan from him.

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"You're probably wondering why I called you here," you sat an apartment with two people across from you.

"Technically you just let yourself into my apartment, but go on," Charlie commented.

"And I needed a break from tablet stuff," Kevin huffed.

"Either way, we're here for a very top-secret case," Charlie and Kevin looked at each other then back at you. "Chuckster Cheese, the innocent pizza chain that brings happiness and fun to all children," you paused for suspense, "Reuses their pizza."

"I'm sorry; what?" Charlie questioned.

"Okay, hear me out, you know how at Chuckster Cheese their pizza looks like a hot mess? Like the slices never line up with each other. Sam and Dean would occasionally drop me off at pizza chains for kids, and I always noticed that Chuck's pizzas were weird looking," you pulled out your laptop and started showing them pictures of pizzas, "See, look! Why is this slice so much smaller than this one? Why doesn't this cut line up with the other side? Where did that olive come from?" you stared at them, your eyes getting bigger by the second.

"You're crazy," Charlie commented.

"I thought I was the one losing my mind, but you take the cake, Y/N," Kevin responded.

"I'm not crazy, okay! Chuckster Cheese employees take all the leftover pizza and make a new pizza out of it! Let's just go to Chuckster Cheese and see for ourselves,"

"Sure, let's go to a kid's pizza chain--for kids--and hang out. A bunch of adults hanging out in a kid's pizza chain. Nothing suspicious about that." Charlie retorted.

You three sat in the car in front of Chuckster Cheese.

"So, are we gonna go in?" Charlie asked, staring at the big rat face plastered on the building.

"Uh... I'm not sure we thought this through," you admitted.

"No, no, no, you dragged us into this, we're gonna see it through," Kevin spoke from the backseat.

"Fine, let's go,"

~~~~~~~~~~

The three of you walked into the building. Bright colors and children filled your sights as the smell of pizza with a hint of vomit filled your noses.

"Delightful," Charlie commented as she watched a child cough onto the water fountain.

You all sat down at a booth and ordered two pizzas.

"So, if this pizza is all messed up, what are we gonna do?" Kevin asked.

"Throw it away?" You suggested.

"You're gonna waste the pizza?" Charlie chimed in.

You stared at her, "It's better than letting some other shmucks eat it,"

"I didn't expect this to be your favorite hangout place," Dean appeared by your table, Sam right next to him.

"What the hell are you two doing here?"

"We should ask you the same thing," Sam replied, sitting next to you as Dean sat on the other side, practically squishing Charlie and Kevin. "Why are you at a Chuckster Cheese?"

"You're gonna think I'm crazy-" Dean cut you off.

"Oh, trust me, we already do,"

You stared at him for a moment, "Fair enough, but we're here to prove that Chuckster Cheese reuses their pizza,"

"What?" Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"Okay, so when someone orders a pizza, but they don't eat it all, a worker will take the leftover pieces, and instead of throwing them away, they take it to the back and combine it with other leftover pieces to make a full pizza for another person!" you rushed your words.

"I was only slightly joking about thinking you're crazy," Dean responded as Sam laughed.

"Okay-" you stopped when a worker brought over two pizzas, setting them down in front of you all.

You all went quiet as you stared at the hodge-podge of pizza.

"I... uh... I didn't really expect to be right if I'm being honest,"

"Why would they-" Sam stopped when he saw Dean reach for the pizza and take a piece. "Dean,"

"What? It's still pizza," Dean took a bite.

"Yeah, pizza that some grubby little demon licked!" you huffed, cringing at the fact that Dean is still eating it.

"Not saying that you aren't right, because you are, but," Sam tore his eyes away from this brother to look at you and continue, "you drove all this way, dragged Kevin and Charlie here, to see if Chuckster Cheese's pizza was fresh?"

"Sam, there's a difference between serving something fresh, and serving a random person's leftovers to other people," you argued.

"I guess..." he mumbled, returning his gaze to Dean.

"Okay, I can't watch that anymore, let's leave," Charlie said, ushering everyone out of the booth.

"Did you at least find what you were looking for, Y/N?" Sam asked as you all walked outside.

"I guess,"

"Looks like the Scooby-Doo gang solved another mystery!" Dean joked.

"We didn't solve anything, Dean," you rolled your eyes.

"Well, sure, you did! You figured out that Chuckster Cheese is a cheapskate and doesn't want to waste money by throwing out old pizza,"

"Old pizza that you ate may I add," you chuckled.

"Hey, pizza's pizza,"

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Requested by Anonymous: “ooooooo i have a good Chuck E. Cheese fic idea!! Could it be like maybe sister!winchester watches Shane Dawson’s vid on Chuck E. Cheese or smthng and she goes and investigates it and then S&D figure out and just some fluff and crack?”

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rocket-roach · 6 years ago

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SuperWonderBat Mini Exchange

written for the ever so talented, effervescent, and amazingly talented @androbeaurepaire - the trinity gets de-aged, because Bruce just had to track down a witch. Now he’s a baby, and Clark’s at a loss.

It happened to Bruce first. They’d all fallen asleep, arms and legs tangled together underneath fine Egyptian cotton sheets. Clark always woke up first. He’d rub at his eyes, walk to the window, and take in the first bright rays of the day. Diana would wake when Bruce grumbled at the loss of Clark’s warmth at his side.

Usually with a curse.

But that morning, there was no grumpy cussing. There was, in fact, the sound of a baby gearing up for a truly colossal wail. He was at the bed in a flash, catching Diana’s hand that had flown up, ready to strike at the new arrival.

“Where’s Bruce?” She asked, making a face at his hand holding her back. “Seriously? I would’ve stopped before I hit. Is that a baby?”

Clark finally released her hand, and together they pulled the bedsheets back.

A chubby, black haired, blue eyed baby was nearly swallowed by Bruce’s boxers. His tiny fists were clenched so hard his knuckles were red. The Kryptonian sat down, gently picking the baby up. He couldn’t hear the reverberating bass beat of Bruce’s heart. But this baby’s heart beat in a quicker, but similar cadence.

“There’s magic at work here,” Diana murmured as she sat up. She offered her finger to the still wailing baby, who loosened his fist long enough to take it. “He kind of looks like Bruce, doesn’t he?”

“Di,” Clark murmured. “I think this is Bruce.”

The baby stopped wailing.

“Oh, Hera help us.”

His children found it hilarious. There were more Wayne children in the manor now than there had been in a long time. Dick and Jason took turns carrying Bruce around. Tim had brought diapers and pacifiers when he arrived, Cass and Damian had helped teach Duke how to hold the head. Alfred had been lurking in the shadows with a camera, snapping photo after photo. They had a family dinner together, and Clark held Bruce, letting him sleep on his shoulder. Then the time for patrol came, and they all filed out for the evening. Diana held Bruce on her hip as they climbed to the master suite.

“Have you ever thought about it?” She asked as Clark shut the door behind them.

“Thought about what?”

“The three of us, having a baby,” The amazon murmured as she laid on her back, with Bruce resting on her chest. “I know we have Bruce’s kids and your kids and my girls. But, I do want a baby. With the both of you.”

“I would love that, would you, Bruce?” He asked, his index finger lifting Bruce’s little chin up.

Bruce's snot bubble popped.

“I think he loves it, too,” Clark laughed.

Bruce scrunched his face up, his tiny fist swatting Clark’s finger from his chin. Diana sniffed.

“It’s your turn to change his diaper,” She said after a beat. She held Bruce to Clark like an offering, a smirk on her face.

He took Bruce, holding him at arm’s length. Damned with his heightened senses, he made quick work of the ruined diaper and Bruce.

“You’re awfully stinky, you know that?” He cooed as they left the bathroom. “I thought that was something that just happened when you started being a vigilante. Poor Alfred, wh- Hey! Don’t spit up on me!”

Bruce laughed, vomit still on his lips.

“Di, can you take him back? I have to change shirts. He thinks he’s a comedian now, I guess.”

“Whatever,” came from the closet.

“Whatever? Di, are you- Oh, jeez, not you, too.”

A sixteen-year-old Diana Prince stepped out of the closet, a look of pure and utter boredom on her face. She looked at Bruce, then at Clark’s shirt, then rolled her eyes.

“Fine, give the only girl in the relationship the baby. That’s not sexist or anything.”

“I could just put him on the bed?”

“Smart move, breeder. Put the baby who can’t lift his head on a bed with thick sheets. There’s no way he’d suffocate to death.”

Clark blinked, holding the baby sized version of his boyfriend, talking to the 16-year-old teenage angst version of his girlfriend. Who apparently thought of Clark as a ‘breeder.’

“I really have no idea what to do or say here.”

“Of course you don’t,” she scoffed. “This never would have happened if I just stayed on Themyscira.”

Diana walked over to Clark and took Bruce out of his arms. She lifted him by his armpits, glaring at the baby as if he were the worst looking sewer rat in the world. Bruce started crying. Diana started crying louder. Clark went to change his shirt and hopefully find a keg of Budweiser in the closet.

They were still having their crying contest when he came back out. Diana sighed loudly, holding the still crying Bruce in the air.

“He’s annoying me.”

“Did you try calming him down?” Clark could feel a headache forming between his eyes.

She turned Bruce around to face her. “Hello, former billionaire grown adult man who somehow turned into a baby and now won’t stop going to the bathroom in his pants, can you please, with your large vocabulary, tell me what’s wrong?”

Clark placed a hand over his mouth, dragging it down his jaw in frustration at the sarcastic bite of her words.

Bruce kept wailing.

He closed the distance between them, taking Bruce from her. Once Clark was holding him, he settled, blinking away the tears in his eyes.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight. Alone.”

“Did you have this much angst the first time you were a teenager?” Clark asked as he finally reached the doorway.

“Yeah, I did. Then Antiope beat it out of me. Go away.”

Clark shut the door. He walked down towards the guest bedroom he used to sleep in before Bruce declared his love for Clark and Diana. The door opened quietly, and he crossed the carpeted floor to the full-sized bed. He sat on the bed, his back resting against the headboard and Bruce resting against his stomach.

“She’s sixteen now, and you’re still, what, a not even a year old? I haven’t dealt with any magic users lately. I know she hasn’t. So, what did you do?”

“Zah!” Bruce shouted.

Clark jumped.

“Did you just talk?”

“Zah, ah na.”

He turned Bruce around, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“What is that? A name?”

“Zah,” he mumbled around the fist half shoved into his mouth. “Mm-Zah.”

“Zah,” Clark said. Then, “Do you think Zatanna could help?”

Bruce’s chubby baby cheeks dimpled with the strength of his smile.

“Do you think we could get Miss Teen Angst to join us?”

The baby gurgled.

“Yeah, didn’t think so. Maybe reverse psychology would work on her? It has to, right? I mean, I can’t just go to Themyscira on my own and get Antiope to train the attitude of her again. You’re in no state to go anywhere either. I guess you’re right about Zatanna. She’d handle this the best. John Constantine would probably just try to get baby you to smoke some of his terrible cigarettes,” he paused. “Okay. That was unfair. I’m overreacting. I’m just worried that the longer we wait… I’m worried that the two of you will be stuck like this. Don’t get me wrong; this baby you is adorable. But I miss being in your arms. I miss being sandwiched in between the both of you. I miss our battles together. I miss you, and I think I’m scared.”

The room was quiet after that, only broken by the snores that came from Bruce and Clark minutes later.

The sun rose, and for the first time in a very long time, Clark did not rise with it. In fact, Bruce felt heavier on his chest. He cracked an eye open.

He was eight years old again.

“Aw, come on,” his childlike voice burst out. “Seriously?”

Breakfast was chilly. Alfred had gone to fetch Diana, and she sassed him. Alfred had barged into the room, telling her very loudly that she may have recalled that he was the man who raised Bruce Wayne, and he had no time for entitled demigoddess princesses.

“Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes,” Alfred said through the door.

“Whatever,” Diana said from the other side.

“Do be kind enough to leave that attitude in there,” He called as he went to the guest suite. “Good morning, Mister Kent.”

“Morning, Alfred. Can you help me carry Bruce down? He’s kind of hard for me to hold now.”

“It would be my pleasure,” the butler smiled as he picked up Bruce. “When did your change occur?”

“Last night,” Clark stretched as he got off the bed. “Went to sleep and woke up 24 years younger. What’s for breakfast?”

“Eggs benedict with breakfast sausage, yogurt and strawberries. It would seem that I overestimated the amount of coffee needed this morning.”

They sat in the dining room a few minutes later, Clark digging into his breakfast with a ferocity that would have impressed Dick when he was eight years old. Upstairs, the door to Bruce’s bedroom banged open, and Diana stomped down every step. She sat at the far end of the table, dragging the chair out with a very loud, very long, and very anguished sigh, as if pulling the chair out was the hardest thing she’d ever done. She threw herself into her chair and began eating breakfast with her hands, no utensils.

Alfred’s eyelid started twitching.

“Hi, Diana!” Clark waved down the table.

She paused her disemboweling on the egg long enough to stare at Clark.

“Oh! I forgot to tell y'all,” Clark began around a mouthful of food. “I think Bruce was trying to tell me last night that he thinks Zatanna could help. You wouldn’t happen to know if she was in town, would’ja, Alfred?”

“She is,” Diana muttered. “She’s in town. I called her last night.”

“That’s great!”

“She said she wasn’t aware of any de-aging spells, so I guess I’m stuck at sixteen and Bruce is stuck as a baby until further notice.”

Alfred left the dining room as she broke a sausage link in half.

“Why’re you so mean?”

“I’m not mean, I’m angry.”

“What are you angry about?” Clark asked.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Grow up!” The eight-year-old shouted from his end of the table.

“I’m older than you!” The sixteen-year-old shouted from her end.

“Ah!” The 10-month-old added from his highchair.

“Hello!” Zatanna greeted the magic portal she arrived through. “I figured out a way to turn you all back. I just have to send pictures of you all to Justice League Dark, and then I’ll get the spell. Diana, hanging up on me last night was very rude.”

One picture later, the trinity were adults again. Zatanna patted Bruce on the back, told him he made an adorable baby, and then she was gone.

“I want to apologize,” Diana said, her eyes looking at the floor. “I didn’t… my behavior was horrible.”

“I puked on Clark,” Bruce shrugged. “I think we can all just… forgive whatever just occurred. I was the one who was tracking a witch, so really it’s all my fault.”

Diana and Clark nodded, smiles on their beautiful faces.

“That wasn’t the response I was looking for,” Bruce grumbled as his cheeks heated up.

“You thought it was a good idea to hunt down a witch while you’re dating a guy who has a weakness to magic and a girl who is also susceptible to magic?”

“Shut up, Kent.”

“I think I liked you better as a baby,” Diana said as she slung her arms around her boys waists.

“I think I liked him better as a baby, too,” Clark agreed.

#trinity #Clark Kent #Diana Prince #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Zatanna Zatara #age regression #de-aging #babies!#Teenage angst!#Baby puke #and Alfred with a camera for the scrapbooks!!#this fic has got it all

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stories-by-rie · 6 years ago

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16 The White Merman’s Crew

'You can't be serious, all this trouble for this?', Francis exclaimed and hit a rusty bucket that was lying around in the cave.

The sound echoed loudly from the rocky and wet walls.

'Calm down, Francis. This could also be a good opportunity', Sarah replied and looked at the creature.

The baby slept in the ribs of a human body, directly at the beach of the cave. Its tiny tail was already in the water whereas the body laid on the sandy ground, covered in seaweeds.

'This is disgusting, just let us leave already!', another man of the crew yelled from behind.

'But if we raise it, we can use it for our purposes', Sarah explained. Her long blonde hair was put up in a knot and the life as a pirate made it all fizzy and dirty. She was the only woman in the crew. Undoubtedly it was hard for her to make her opinion count.

'Raise her? Sarah, think for a minute. How are we supposed to do that? We don't even know what she eats! Maybe she has to be dipped in mermaid salvia every two hours. We don't know anything about those animals!', Francis contradicted angrily.

'It's just a child! I'm sure it won't be too hard. And even if we fail, there is nothing to lose, right?'

'It could eat us in our sleep!'

'How? That's just ridiculous!'

'I WON'T TAKE CARE OF A BABY MONSTER!'

'I WOULDN'T EVEN LET YOU TAKE CARE OF A BABY RAT!'

'SILENCE!' a voice roared loudly and both Francis and Sarah shut up instantly.

An old man came forward and looked at the child.

'You have woken it up.' The captain, a fearsome man got down on his one healthy knee and stared at the mermaid's treasure.

The baby had indeed opened its eyes. Eyes that shimmered green and blue like the sea and were way bigger than any human ones.

'Captain, you can't be possibly serious', Francis wondered whispering.

But the Captain didn't even try to hide his admiration of the strange thing.

'I think Sarah has got a good point', he said.

'Do you really think you could put her through?', he asked her and she pulled up her shoulders.

'I don't know but it will most certainly won't hurt to find out.'

The Captain nodded. For a while, he stared at the baby till he turned towards the lake in the cave again.

'Will it already be able to hold the air for so long?', he asked Sarah.

'It already got its gills, so... I guess it can breathe underwater', she answered after examining the mermaid's child.

'Then let us not waste more time any longer. Who knows if some already grown siblings are on their ways', the Captain gnarled and walked towards the water.

The crew's clothes were still dripping from their arrival so they all sighed at the thought of swimming through the lake and tunnels again, till they would reach the end and resurface at the open sea.

Sarah picked up the small thing, to her surprise the child just accepted its fate and kept quiet.

'The tail isn't coloured yet, look, it's close to transparent', she whispered as the seaweed fell off.

'It can't be in the sun', she continued.

'And?', Francis asked.

'If I take it out there, the sun will burn its tail. That's why it's in a cave. I'm sure.'

'Well, Sarah, then just hide it under your clothes. Will find something on the ship to cover it', the Captain decided.

They walked into the lake of the cave and went under the water.

As soon as the mermaid's child dived under, however, it started to swim with energy as one just might find it with little dogs on their first day out.

The crew panicked and swam back to the surface.

'Just grab it! Just grab it or let's leave!', someone yelled from afar.

'I can't find it anymore!', Sarah cursed and dived under again. But the movements if the crew had whirled the water up and it was impossible to see anything with all the bubbles under water and the darkness.

'Something bit me!', a man screamed.

'Just get out of here!', another said.

Suddenly something sharp penetrated Sarah's flesh on her arm and without hesitation, she grabbed into the black water.

'I've got it!', she yelled triumphantly and held it tight at its arms.

'Then let's go now!', the Captain decided and they all took a deep breath again.

The tunnel that leads back to the ocean was very narrow and holding the little mermaid's child while swimming through it seemed close to impossible.

At some point, the noise of moving water disappeared and Sarah started to hear a beeping sound on one ear. She could feel how the lung longed for air, how desperately her body wanted to open the mouth and take a deep breath.

But the tunnel just wouldn't end. It was like eternal darkness they swam into.

For a moment she thought about turning around or signing to the one behind her that she couldn't hold her breath any longer. She felt the panic rising up in her body, the heat of fear and tickling in her fingertips.

All that, while the little creature in her hand struggled and fought to swim back into its shelter, the harbour where it thought its mother would return to.

But she wouldn't. They had killed her.

Sarah couldn't remember how she reached the ship or how the child made it there. But when she woke up it was a dark night and she felt the sea hitting against the ships wood.

She heard a cooing in the distance and got up. Her right arm was covered in bandages.

A man sat next to a crib and fed the child.

'Noah? Is that you?', Sarah asked, her throat still being sore. She tasted the salt and bitterness of the sea in her mouth.

The man just nodded. Noah never talked much. In fact, he didn't talk at all. Just sometimes he whispered one or two sentences when no-one else was around. He didn't accompany them to the mermaid's cave, he was one of the men the crew had left behind to guard the ship.

'Is it okay?', Sarah asked and looked at it. Someone had put seaweed on it like a blanket, just as it was in the cave.

Noah nodded again. 'What's its name?', he whispered so silently that it was hard to understand.

'I don't know. I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl, honestly.'

'Why?', he asked, even though it was his expression that spoke this time, not actual words.

'Didn't they tell you?'

Noah shook his head.

'Of course not. They tend to forget that just because you don't talk, you're not deaf. It was the mermaid's treasure. Her child. Who would've thought, right?'

Noah smiled at her. He did that once in a while, even if he usually didn't smile that much.

'What? Why are you looking at me like that?', she wondered and he blushed so much, that she could see it even in the dense light of the candle. He looked away, embarrassed and pulled something out of his pocket. Slowly he turned to her again and put it into her hand.

'A knife?', she asked surprised.

Again, Noah nodded.

'A gift.'

She examined it, looking at the flowers and seashells that were engraved into it.

'It, it is so beautiful. Thank you, Noah. This is. It means so much to me.' Sarah was honestly touched. She looked at him now. She knew why he blushed. And she felt the same.

Noah put his hand on hers and they moved closer. Right in this moment the door to the cubby room, they were in, opened up and Francis came in.

Unfortunately, he was completely oblivious to the sensitive situation he just walked in.

'Sarah, good. You are awake. I already started to worry that we would have to raise that bastard. Oh, hi, Noah.'

He proceeded to talk to Sarah.

'We gave him some fish yesterday. Seemed to have tasted.'

'Yesterday? Have I been out for so long?'

'You took quite a bath. Flipper was behind you, he pulled you to the surface.'

'That was very kind of him, and who got the child here under the clothes?'

Sarah looked at Francis expecting but he kept quiet. He cleared his throat.

'That uhm... That was me maybe uuuhm.. That was... Me.'

'Well, thank you then.'

Francis smiled and stared.

'Is there anything else?', she asked.

Obviously, Francis became just now present of the silence and his staring so he stammered and finally asked: 'So, uhm, what are you going to call him?'

'Him?'

'Well, I think it looks like a boy.'

Noah suddenly got nervous, but Sarah picked it up.

'I'll think of something.' At least Francis realised the wink now, so he finally left.

The only sound now was the water under them and the baby that started cooing.

'Do you think it's a boy too?', Sarah asked slowly and looked at the baby's big blue and green eyes.

'We could call it Phillis when it's a boy, we can call him Phil.'

It was merely a whisper. But still, it was the longest sentence Sarah had ever heard out of his mouth.

'It also was my mother's name', he added and looked to the ground. Sarah knew nearly nothing about him. Mostly because he didn't talk, but also because no-one ever asked him.

'Then it is settled', she decided and looked at the baby. Phillis. She discovered the fish next to the crib which was, she realised that now, filled with water.

'Wow, Francis really put effort into this, huh?', she said sarcastically, even though it was true. Noah snorted for a second and Sarah believed to see hurt in his face.

'Hahaha, don't worry, you are the only one I love', she joked for a moment, getting all serious in the next one. She hadn't realised what she just said. But she didn't want to take it back either, because it was the truth. She loved him.

She didn't know what to do so she just didn't say anything. Sarah figured that if he managed to communicate with her without words so perfectly, she could do so too.

For way too long he just looked at her, silently. She feared that she might have misinterpreted him all this time when he took a deep breath.

'I love you too', he said and when they got closer this time, they weren't interrupted and kissed.

Phillis had white hair. And white scales. But when the sun shone on his tail, they shimmered in all the colours of the rainbow. By the time of his twelfth birthday, it was clear that Phillis was actually a merman but no-one really talked about it or cared.

It was just fifteen years ago that the crew killed now and Sarah looked down from the ship into the water, where he swam next to them.

Someone walked up to her and silently stood next there too.

'We promised to tell him about his mother as soon as he was fifteen. But we haven't yet. Still, it is just a matter of time until he finds out. Till he meets other merpeople who tell him of the mermaid that was slaughtered for a treasure that turned out to be a child and since then was raised by pirates. Or we meet other pirates who tell him the story. It is a tale widespread, isn't it?'

Noah just nodded. There were too many crewmembers around them for him to talk.

Sarah looked at Phillis' white long hair under the water.

'Everyone knows the white merman's crew. That's what they call us. They think Phillis is a merman who captured a pirate ship and has them under his control so that they will always plunder other ships and bring the treasures in his cave. And in a way, that's true I guess. All our wealth we thank him. He is just a boy but still, he sank more ships for us than we would have ever been able to.'

'Why is it that you are starting to worry now?', Noah's eyes asked her. But she just pulled up her shoulders.

'I can't put my finger on it. Noah, we raised Phillis together, just as our own. I couldn't survive it if something happened to him. But I woke up with a strange feeling today. Like something big will happen. For a week now I can't shake the feeling that somebody is watching us. Noah, I feel like this is the right time to tell him.'

'Then let's do that', he whispered so only she could hear. They got into the tender and got down to the water. It wasn't just a normal tender anymore. It was more like Phillis' room of some sorts, where he slept during the night or where got rest when he got tired of swimming.

'Phillis!', Sarah called him. Instantly his white hair broke through the surface and he leaned on the wood, with a wide grin that revealed his sharp teeth.

'Mother! See what I can do now!', he smiled and dived deep under the water. For a moment they couldn't see him anymore, it was as if he disappeared completely. Then he shot out of it, like an arrow, turned twice in the air and jumped back into the water.

'Bravo!', Sarah gratulated proudly. But she had a tough time showing how proud she truly was.

'What is it? Is something bothering you?', Phillis asked as he picked up the mood instantly.

But Sarah had trouble speaking. She looked at his green and blue eyes that were so much bigger than anyone else's.

'Phillis, we wanted to tell you something', Noah whispered so quietly that it was hard to hear next to the sound of the waves.

'What is it?', Phillis wondered.

'Phillis, we'd like to tell you about your mother. Your real mother', Sarah continued.

'You don't need to. I love you two as my parents. I don't need to know about my other mom.'

'We love you too, Phillis. Very much. But you are old enough to know the truth. We know that it is impossible to forgive us for what we've done. But you at least deserve to hear it from us and not somebody else.'

'Why are you crying?', he asked Noah who was indeed crying. He took Sarah's hand and told her silent as always to go on.

'When we said that we saved you and took you in, we weren't lying. But it is not the complete truth, Phillis. Because we are also the reason, why you had to be saved.'

'What do you mean?', he asked.

'We were also the ones who killed your mother.'

They could easily find the terror in Philis' eyes. When he cried, it wasn't normal salty water that ran down his cheeks. It was shimmering white like mother-pearl and when it hit the sea, it became little pearls that sank to the ground.

Slowly Phillis let himself sink under the water, just enough that his head was covered enough. He did that once before. He was heartbroken and didn't want them to see his tears. He stayed this way for half an hour. Then he reached out with his hand and searched for theirs. Sarah instantly took his hand that reminded more of a claw and Noah followed.

'CAPTAIN!', someone yelled at the deck.

'CAPTAIN WE NEED YOU ON BOARD THIS INSTANT!'

'It's okay, mother. It's alright', Phillis said as he came to the surface again.

'I understand. Just go.' He reached out the water and hugged her for what seemed way too short when the men on the deck pulled the tender up again.

She looked at Noah and he understood. He went down to Phillis again, while Sarah went to the man who called for her.

'Captain, there is something coming', he explained and gave her the telescope.

There was something coming closer and it was something she had never seen.

'All hands on deck. I don't know what this is. They may be superior, so we play nice as long as it seems reasonable', she ordered.

'Yes, Captain!'

The ship got hectic and the crew yelled orders.

'I know this look. You already have a feeling about this, haven't you?', Francis asked.

'I think it is about Phillis.'

'Merpeople?'

'Probably.'

In the exact same second, she said that five creatures shot out of the water and landed on deck. Instantly Sarah's crew pulled out their sabres. Sarah held up her hand and stopped them from attacking. Yet.

To their surprise, five people were standing in front of them, their legs covered in scales and gills at their throats.

One of them, a man in green scales and with green hair stepped out of them and bowed quickly.

'I ask to speak the captain of this ship.' He spoke with a heavy accent that was evidence of his origin.

'You're talking to her', Sarah answered.

'Over fifteen years ago, a child was stolen of the royal sea's family. We've come to take the child and bring it home, where it belongs.'

Sarah felt close to fainting. This day couldn't get any worse. She couldn't hand Phillis over. He was her boy. And Noah's. He could never get over it.

'I don't know what you are talking about.'

'You do. Your crew is well known for the treasures they got in their hands thanks to the white merman among you. Don't try to deny it. We will find him. As the heir of the throne, he has to return with us.'

'I am sorry. My hands are tied in this matter.'

'I thought you are the captain?'

Sarah didn't know what to do. Unfortunately, the decision was taken out of her hands.

'We found him', someone said and shot out of the water behind him with Phillis on him.

In contrast to the other mermaids and mermen, Phillis' tail stayed and he sat helplessly on the wooden deck.

'Phillis!', Sarah screamed and wanted to get to him. Never had she ever felt so vulnerable.

'And this one', a seventh merman added and jumped to them with Noah.

'NO! Return them both to me. This instantly!', Sarah demanded. They had crossed a line and woken up her warrior's instincts.

'You can have the deaf one back, but the boy comes with us.'

'He isn't deaf', Sarah gnarled and pulled her sabre.

'Mother, don't let this happen!', Phillis pleaded, but the mermaids started to laugh.

'Mother? Mother? One might think her human legs were sign enough that this can't be your mother. They have slaughtered your mother. They stole you from your father. They denied you the throne!'

'But I want to stay with them', Phillis whispered.

For a moment there was just the sound of the water breaking on the ship.

Then, Sarah took her hand down.

'How many did we lose?', Phillis asked.

'Five', Sarah answered.

'I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I should've just went with them.'

'No, Phillis. It was the right thing to do.'

'Did you know?', he asked after a while.

'Know what?'

'That I was a prince?'

'No. We knew that the mermaid horted a treasure of unimaginable worth. We thought that was answered already when we discovered the treasure was a child. I am so sorry Phillis. Not even the Captain would have killed the mermaid, had we known that she was a mother.'

'I know.'

'Phillis, I love you very much and so does your father. But should you ever want to be with your own kind, we won't stop you.'

Tear pearls ran down his face as he looked at his mother.

'Thank you.'

They sat on the tender looking at the sundown before them.

Someone came and sat silently next to them.

'They're not going to stop from looking for me though, are they?', Phillis spoke out what they all had on their minds.

'No', whispered Noah after a while.

'But we won't stop fighting for you either.'

~01.05.2018~

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ioftenthinkoftragedies · 6 years ago

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I got tagged by my beloved @kingink2 (thank you so much dear! sorry for the delay)

1: A song you like with a color in the title

Lavender Fields by Lebanon Hanover.

Great band, I really like them. This song is so great in so many ways.

2: A song you like with a number in the title

Sweet Sixteen by Billy Idol

It’s always been a favourite song of mine, it brings back good memories of my teenage years. Quite dear to me as a matter of fact.

3: A song that reminds you of summertime

Nancy From Now On by Father John Misty.

I love this one, it has such a sweet melodie. Somehow it has always given me summer vibes, I don’t know if I’m correct but at least that’s what I feel.

4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

There are quite a few but I got over him. Forgave him. He was a music lover like myself, so you can figure there are a few songs but even though they still remind me of him, I think of him now with fondness and tranquility.

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD

Beyondless by Iceage. One of my favourite songs by my favourite band, I get endless goosebumps with this song. I love it so so much.

6: A song that makes you want to dance

Better Looking Brother by Lust For Youth

I loooove dancing so I could probably list a lot of songs here, however, this is one of my favourite songs to dance to lately. It’s amazing.

7: A song that makes you happy

Let The Night Come Seeping In by Josiah Konder

If you haven’t listened to this band, I highly reccomend it to you, it’s one of the finest new stuff, their debut album Songs For The Stunned is so good and beautiful. This song always makes me feel happy no matter how bad my day gets to be sometimes. It just makes my heart warm up, so-to-speak.

8: A song that you never get tired of

Talk To Me by Stevie Nicks

It never gets old

9: A song that you would 😍 played at your wedding

I don’t know if I’ll get married, but if I ever do, I would like to slow dance to If You Were The Woman And I Was The Man By Cowboy Junkies. When I fall in love, I act a lot like the lyrics in this one, like, being quite romantic and just wearing my heart in my sleeve I suppose.

10: A song that is a cover by another artist

Chelse Hotel No. 2 by Lana Del Rey

I know this is from the great and all around amazing Leonard Cohen, and I also know a lot of people don’t like Lana, but as many of you know, I’m a huge fan of hers, and I love both versions, but I think Lana did a great job when she covered this.

11: A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

Interlude by Morrissey and Siouxsie Sioux.

I love this song, as I likely remember it is also a cover. It has a very special place in my heart, sometimes I listen to it when I’m about to sleep.

12: A song that makes you think about life

Autobahn 66 by Primal Scream

I always feel like life is such a mysterious thing whenever I listen to this. Plus, I’m such a daydreamer it’s hard not to relate. Sometimes I listen to a song and I’ll think to myself “this is life”. I don’t know if that makes sense, but it happens to me a lot. Another example is when I listen to a song and I’ll go “this sound like (insert here name of a person), it just sounds like their essence”. Anyway, got to deep in this answer hahaha.

13: A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Believe Me Natalie by The Killers.

I think this is an underrated song, when Hot Fuss came out, everyone just stuck with Mr. Brightside and trust me, The Killers are waaay more than just Mr Brightside. The last 44 seconds of the song are everything.

14: A song that you think everybody should listen to

Lion’s Den by Marching Church

I know I am saying this a lot, but fuck man I love this song sooo much. So fucking much. It just puts me in a trance I swear.

15: A song by a band you wish were still together

Oh Baby by Siouxsie & The Banshees

16: A song by an artist no longer living

Waiting For That Day by George Michael.

17: A song that makes you want to fall 😍

I am terribly in love at the moment, and the song that has seen me lose my shit to this current boy is Some Days by Mrch.

18: A song that breaks your ❤️

Another No One by Suede. I have a playlist I made full of songs that make me cry, you know, for the sad days. This one gets me everytime.

19: A song that you remember from your childhood

Fly, Robin, Fly by Silver Convention

My parents used to play this a lot when I was like 4 or 5, I remember running around our apartment, playing with my toys, as my mum was doing household chores.

20: A song that reminds you of yourself

Duchess by Suede

Not to sound cocky at all, if you listen to the lyrics you’ll see why. I’ve always thought I sort of come from the same world Brett Anderson has written about, I relate to his words so much. So, ever since I became a Suedehead xD I noticed I was like this character Brett describes a lot, the lonely, sensitive girl who dreams a lot.

I now tag @blue-disorder @iariotact @new-brat-in-town @psycho-rats if you want to do it, if not it’s totally ok. Love you all, thank you for reading

#future reference

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runephoenix6769 · 6 years ago

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Winter Solstice.

Happy NaNo WriMo.. Lil Teenage Winter Schnee fic..

(Part 1 of 3)

The 36th Remnant fencing championship was in full swing as Winter prepared in a private dressing room her father had commandeered, much to the teenager’s protests. For the last few months, she had worked her way through the table of 64 competitors and up into the top ranking 16.

Now it boiled down to this bout between her and another competitor to see who would be crowned Remnant’s 15 year and under World Champion. Her coach, Violet fussed over her, checking her body wire under her chest protector as Winter prepared a fresh bib to the lower part of her mask.

“Now remember,” Violet began, as she popped her fingers under the rim of the wire making sure that it didn’t dig into Winters lower stomach due to a sudden unfortunate growth spurt, “ – Keep your blade up, his bind is weak. “

Winter mutely nodded.

Her coach continued,

“Be mindful of his Balestra. Break ground if you have to. Or change the beat.” Her coach held up a water bottle with a bendy straw, “Drink!”

A commotion could be heard at the door, the voice of a steward attempting to protest. At the sound of her father’s voice, Winter’s heart began pounding in her chest as she tried to keep her face neutral and breathing in check. Violet gave her shoulder a soft motherly squeeze,

“Try to stay focused, Leibling.” Handing Winter her gloves, she asked “- Do you want him to come in?”

Slipping her hands into her gloves, she shook her head,

“No, I do not want him here. I need to stay focused and I can not if he is breathing down my neck.”

She sat on a nearby bench, the button on her blade, as Violet exited the dressing room. Taking a breath to steady her nerves as she had been taught to do, she cast her eyes around the room. Posters adorned the walls, faces of previous Huntsmen and Huntresses champions smiled down at her, finally coming to focus on an advertisement for Atlas Academy.

Typical military jargon and propaganda her father would call it, as it depicted a rather handsome and stern General standing broad-shouldered and at military ease asking what you could do to help the world. Become an Atleasian Specialist! Airships flew out in the background and uniformed youngsters, stood at prideful attention to the side.

Stepping up close, she examined the dates and details. Application would be by transcripts from a pre-attended combat school, or proof of experience in the field via open bouts.

She wondered what it would be like, to go to a school like that, surrounded by people her own age from different walks of life. To have a group of friends she could share her day with. To attend classes about Grimm and learn new things, rather than the academic and social etiquette education she received at home from her numerous private tutors. After her Opa had passed, she had broached the subject once, about attending a boarding school. Her mother had done her best to bat for her, understanding the girl’s loneliness behind those huge walls of the estate with only a young baby sister to keep her company. Her father had scoffed at the idea, why waste money on sup par accommodation, service and education, when the best was available at his fingertips?

She would remain at home where she would learn what it was to be a Schnee and the Heir to the one of the biggest conglomerates in the world.

“Are you thinking about going?”

Winter whirled round, embarrassed at being caught and unaware of her coach’s return. She gave Violet a wane smile,

“No. I do not have the necessary experience required,” Her brows knitted together, “Besides, Father says that as the Heir to the Schnee Dust Company, I am to attend business school.”

The older woman gave her a soft smile and pitiful eyes. It was a look Winter had begun noticing much more of late. Not just from her coach but other people. It was a disturbing change from the over eager wannabe hangers on, or the hateful glares that had recently turned venomous.

The tannoy crackled to life causing Winter to flinch.

“Competitor’s 13 and 43 to the arena. 5 minute notice.”

Numbers rather than their names, yet another concession that had been made due to her attendance, security for the event had been beefed up, much to the annoyance of the other competitors.

Yet another demand by her father due to the rise in violence threatened in their direction.

It had been all over the news, collapsed dust mines, a valiant effort made to save them, undercut by an expose by Lisa Lavender on the SDC’s business practices. It had poured dust on an already volatile open flame. Mass protests had sprung up outside any SDC office. Miners were striking all over the world. A call to boycott using any products of the SDC or any of its subsidiaries had sprung up all over the CCT. She had been forced to close down her own Grimmstagram account due to the sheer number of death threats.

Recently the White Fang had infiltrated one of their offices in Mistral, whilst a car bomb had killed one the board members and his family. On the news, she had watched as the Faunus had cheered, waving effigies of her father hanging from a rope, as behind them one of the warehouses burned, gleefully clapping the explosions as the dust crystals had over heated. Workers, human and faunus alike had perished.

Luckily in Atlas things seemed a little calmer, yet it paid to be cautious.

Tucking her mask under her arm, she waited patiently by the entrance to the tunnel that would lead down to the out of the arena, as Violet quickly collected her gym bag. Satisfied she stepped out to be met with huge private body guards. They flanked her as she made her way down on to the arena floor.

Stepping out into the light, she blinked as Violet guided her to their allocated bench. Dutifully, she handed over her sword as an official began making checks that no tampering had occurred. Unseeing, she lifted up her arms and stood tall as another checked her body wire and chest protector for any sort of loose wiring or attempt at cheating.

In her mind’s eye she played over the bouts she had watched over and over in hours of study, Footage from other matches, she went over her opponent’s weaknesses, and counters she had practiced. Satisfied, the official gave her the all clear and she was handed back her sword.

Another official guided her towards her waiting pen, with her private body guards hot on her heels, as Violet stayed behind to check the paperwork. The arena was huge, a heavy crowd had turned out, much larger than was usually normal. The clacks of metal upon metal echoed as the bout for bronze played out. Her mouth ran dry as the teenager began to check her gloves fit snugly, pushing in between each fingers with the opposite hand.

Rummaging in her gym bag, she fingers closed round the water bottle. At the far side of the room a commotion broke out. Leaning forward so she could see, she was surprised to find Violet and the opposition’s coach going through the motions of a hushed but heated argument.

The cameras set round at numerous vantage points turned to take it in, Winter immediately ducked her head, pretending to be searching for something as she became acutely aware of a camera pointed in her direction.

Taking a quick breath she set her features, forcing herself to look passive and unfazed as she fingered the coquille of her blade. Violet banged through the door. Using her hand to hide her mouth from the camera’s glare, the young teenager asked in apprehension,

“What is wrong?”

Violet held up a piece of paper to hide her face,

“Its nothing.”

There came a loud beep indicating a successful hit and a deafening cheer went up from the crowd. Violet crouched down, keeping the paper in place,

“Remember what I said.”

Winter nodded,

“My strength lies in my circular parry, his bind his weak, he favours a compound attack.”

They said in unison,

“Whatever you do don’t let him get a cadence!”

The tannoy called out,

“Bout 16, 15 years and under World Championship title. Number 43 Khenet Chausie of Vacuo and Number 13, Winter Schnee of Atlas.”

A loud murmur went up from the crowd sounding like the sudden flight of a flock of starlings. Violet gave Winter one last sip of the water bottle before slinging the gym bag over her shoulder. Slipping on her mask, she waited as her bib was attached and placed correctly, feeling a reassuring pat that all was secure. Tucking her sword under her arm, she stepped out into the arena, approaching the officials table at the base of the dais.

Ignoring the knot of apprehension in her stomach , she instead concentrated on the boy opposite her. He had an inch or two on her, but she noticed it was all chest, in his breeches his legs seemed short but looked powerful, no doubt helping the balestra he was famed for, however, shorter legs meant shorter strides, making breaking ground more difficult.

“Miss Schnee.” An official barked, struggling to be heard over the rising noise of the crowd.

“Sorry?”

“I asked, Semblance?”

Straight to attention, she made her voice clear. No doubt her father would be watching somewhere in a private box with potential business associates.

“Glyphs.”

“Ah,“ The official gave her a knowing smile, “The famous hereditary semblance. And your summoning?”

Inside her mask, Winter’s nose twitched. Her summoning was a shambles, having only defeated a small rat and quite by accident. The thing had given her a fright in the barn and she had skewered it on the spot, but she would be damned if she was going to let him know.

“Adequate.”

She watched as the official made note of it.

“And you?”

The Vacoan boy seemed to leer at her,

“Light clones.” The Vacouan boy seemed to leer down at her through his mask, “Nearly mastered it too.”

“Right,“ The official continued, “No use of semblance of any kind? Understood? The use of Aura for deflection will be classed as an annulment of hit. Each play will be analysed by the officials over there,” He gestured to the far side of the arena. “- And here. The floor judges on the dias will make final call on each bout. First to five wins the match. Is that understood?”

The two teenagers nodded.

“Now get up there and most importantly, have fun.”

As she stepped out on to the dias a quite hush began to descend upon the crowd. A middle lines man beckoned them to approach. Meeting in the middle, the linesman put his arms round both their shoulders drawing them close,

“I want a good clean match, ok.” Again the teenagers nodded. “Shake.”

The linesman stepped back. Winter offered out her hand only for the Vacoan boy to take it giving it a hard squeeze. He pulled her a little closer, and she heard him mutter in his thick accent,

“Murderer.”

She looked up and from inside his mask she could make out burning golden eyes. Before she could react, he gave her hand a hefty shake before letting go and turning back towards his starting point.

For a brief few seconds, the floor tipped. In her gloves her hands began to shake and she struggled to keep hold of her crosse grip. She tried to calm herself as she could hear her heartbeat in her ears and her mouth suddenly became dry.

Holding up her finger to indicate she wished to approach her coach, she waited until she was given the all clear. With all eyes of the arena and the CCT on her, she tried to remain as calm as possible as she steadily walked to her coach.

He’s a faunus. How had that not come to light? She tried to think of all the footage she had watched over the last few months. There had been no indication in his movements other than his cadence. Maybe that’s why his compound riposte was so deadly?

Violet stepped up, making a show of removing her bib as Winter rambled,

“Violet, I think he’s a faunus.”

The older woman lifted the bottom of her mask,

“So….”

“What if...”

The twisted metal of the car and surrounding debris came to the fore. What if someone was here?

“Look at me.” Coach demanded. “He is doing it to psyche you out.”

“But what do I do?” Winter began to babble, “- I cant ..”

Violet shoved the straw under the mask and into Winter’s mouth, giving the bottle a squeeze.

“Yes you can!... This is exactly what he wants, you on the back foot. He wouldn’t be saying it if he wasn’t scared or didn’t think you were a threat. “ Winter gulped, as Violet gave another swift squeeze. “ You go out there and you thrash him like you would anyone else.” Using her sleeve, Violet wiped her chin, before fixing the mask and reattaching the bib. “-You ready?”

Winter looked out at her from her mask, for the first time feeling naked and vulnerable under the camera’s intense glare.

Violet’s tone became forceful,

“Forget everything else…. Go out there and kick his arse… You’ve got this.”

Taking a deep breath, Winter nodded in quick succession. Turning back, she kept up her mantra.

Winter, you’ve got this.

She stepped up to the line, dropping her hand to indicate she was ready. Not a few feet from her Khenet looked relaxed. Setting her stance she kept in mind her fencing line.

“On guard.” The floor judge called out. They both stepped up to the line, “Allee”

They both advanced, with a swift appel and an angulation, he rushed with a balestra as Winter attempted to circular parry his blade in defence only for him to sneak past her with a beat and hit her in the chest.

The beep of her defeat rang out and the crowd clapped. In annoyance Winter shook her head, checking her foil as she returned to her position.

“On guard” the floor judge called out again. “Allee”

Winter approached, in a flurry, pressing the attack, suddenly he feinted, leaving Winter wide open as she tried to use her longer legs to the advantage but she was too far open and in deep to retreat.

The buzzer rang out indicating yet another hit. The crowd applauded loudly. Someone even hooted.

Trying to ignore it, she began berating herself.

Get yourself together Winter.

What would her father think? She could imagine what would happen if she lost. The belittiling, the loss of his favour, the constant barrage of nit picking. The hour long, standing ram rod straight as he gave her a dressing down about their place in the world as Schnee’s and how she was single handed destroying their reputation.

They came at each other again, Blades clashed, as he tried to goad her into another mistake, yet she pressed him on the back foot, she lunged forward hitting him square in the chest.

The anger bubbled in her stomach.

How dare this upstart call her a murderer? She would be a fool to let him in her head. She was Winter Schnee, from a line of fencing and swordmasters.

She came at him a second time, taking advantage of his lunge as she feinted, hitting him in the shoulder.

There came a round of applause, marginally quieter than her opponents.

“Final bout.” The floor judge announced.

A tense hush came over the crowd and Winter could feel the electricity in the air.

Her grandfather’s voice echoed in her head, as she approached.

“Remember your training Winter. Head up, shoulders back, right foot forward, - slow your breathing, wait for the right time to strike.” His movements seemed to happen in slow motion, “….And … Now!”

Winter lunged, her arm extended, until she felt the tip of her sword make contact. The buzzer rang out, and the floor judge called it, indicating a honest hit.

The crowd let out applause, as Winter turned her name lit up the screen. Ripping off her mask, she spun round, unable to quell the ear to ear` grin on her face. She was Remnant’s 36th Junior Fencing Champion.

The arena suddenly went from rapturous applause giving way to a cascading, disturbing quiet. Standing on the dias, Khenet had removed his mask, to reveal a pair of twitching tawny brown ears, stuffed with ear plugs.

She paused for a brief moment, remembering that all eyes of the world were watching. Elegantly, she peeled off her glove, before sticking out her hand. Khenet stared at it for a heavy few moments. His coach in his heavy lilting accent gave him an encouraging push.

“In the spirit of sportsmanship, you will shake her hand.”

Khenet grasped it, pulling her towards him and wrapping an arm round her shoulders. As he waved at the applauding crowd, he growled in her ear,

“Next time, Schnee, you might not be so lucky.”

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