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The Guarantor-Chapter 37
Summary: Frankie went to work every day knowing that there would be an end. A deadline. Reconnecting with her adoptive father, Godric, throws that deadline into question. Teaming up with Godricâs child, Eric, obliterates it entirely. With an uncertain future ahead, Frankie has to learn if she can trust the people around her, let alone herself. Eric Northman/Bisexual!Fem!OC
Word Count: ~1,900
Warnings: None
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A/N: This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence, and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. Anyone under the age of 18 should not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr. Â
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Frankie stood before a door, trying to make herself knock. The door was unassumingâwhite, with a golden knocker and black scuffs near the bottom that suggested it had been kicked open a time or two. There was nothing scary about this door. Nothing at all. And yet, her hand hovered a few inches from the paneling.
âYou donât have to do this,â Eric prompted from his place near the stairwell.
This was the first thing theyâd ever argued about, really argued about. Eric didnât see the point in bringing up the past and Frankie couldnât live with herself if she didnât confront it. It took a lot of compromise, but Eric eventually agreed to let her go in aloneâonly if he was near enough that he could get to her if things went wrong.
Frankieâs mouth screwed up in determination, âI got it.â
She knocked a bit too hard and a bit too loudly, but she knocked. Frankie shifted on her feet as she waited for someone to answer, not sure if she was ready to face the person on the other side.
The door opened, revealing a man in his sixties with a receding hairline and a face that looked dour even when he was smiling politely.
âCan I help you?â
âAre you Romero Vitaly?â she asked, hoping that she looked as non-threatening as possible.
She didnât know why she asked him that question. Frankie already knew who he was, had already done the legwork of confirming he lived in this exact apartment.
He hesitated, âHow do you know that name?â
Romero had taken on a pseudonym after heâd faked his death. He had a fake social security number, birth certificate, even a fake high school diploma. What he couldnât fake were his fingerprints, which was how Masha was able to find him in the first place. The single arrest for disorderly conduct inadvertently set the course for his daughterâs life.
Feeling both relieved and annoyed that he thought she was a stranger, Frankie asked, âCan I come in? Iâd like to speak with you about something.â
Romeroâs eyes widened as he leaned away, âI donât think thatâs a good idea. We can talk here, if you donât mind.â
To Frankieâs right, Eric straightened. Heâd walked her through this exact scenario a few hours before, told her exactly what to do to get inside the apartment. Lock eyes with him, think the thought she wanted him to think, push that thought into his mind.
In other words: Glamour the motherfucker.
Moving closer, Frankie looked Romero in the eye, focusing her gaze on the honey brown of his irises. Let her in, she thought at him, sheâs harmless.
Sheâs harmless.
Sheâs harmless.
Frankie thought those words at him, used her mind to push them at Romero. She could tell when it started to take effect. Romeroâs face relaxed, his mouth open and his eyes far away. The pressure between them that kept their minds separate faded to nothing more than a light mist. Frankie waded through it with a singular purpose.
Sheâs harmless. Let her in.
âPlease, come in,â Romero said in monotone.
Frankie smiled as she felt the barrier between herself and the door fall away, âThank you.â
The apartment smelled of alcohol and decades old smoke. Frankie was met first with a living room that was separated from the kitchen by a bar top. The furniture was evidently second-handâworn and scuffed with time. Romero led her to an armchair where she sat, crossing her legs.
Taking his own seat on the sofa, Romero appeared to come out of the fog sheâd created, âWhy are you here?â
She smiled softly, âYou donât recognize me?â
Romero shook his head, âIâm sorry. Should I?â
Frankie licked her lips, saying, âMy name is Francesca Meek. I am your daughter.â
He blinked at her, saying nothing for a long time. Frankie could hear his heart beating fast in his chest, could sense the rise of his anxiety. She let him think about it, watching him as he grappled with this new information.
âYouâre lying.â
Frankie dipped her head, knowing that he might not believe her, âI know this is hard to understand, but I survived the fall from the bridge. I was taken in by someone who loved me very much. I had a good life with them.â
Romero shook his head, âThis canât be true.â
âIt is,â she replied, âIâd refer you to Anton, but heâs dead. Â You know that, already donât you?â
He was still shaking his head, muttering to himself that he didnât believe it. His hands rubbed against each other, calloused knuckles providing dry friction.
Frankie leaned forward, catching his eye, âWhen you faked your death, Anton came looking for me. I worked your contract for five years, until I found a way out.â
Romeroâs mouth hung open in shock, âI didnât know...I thought you were dead.â
âI know,â Frankie said in a rough voice, âI know you didnât mean for me to take on your burden.â
He sputtered, visibly looking for something to say, âIâI heardâheard Anton died.â
âYes, thatâs true,â her tone was uncharacteristically patient.
âA man,â Romero continued, âA man called Andrei came to see me. He said there was new head of the family, but I didnât have to worry about it. My contract was taken care of.â
Frankie nodded, âYes, Iâm sure Andrei was speaking on behalf of Masha.â
âWho?â
âAntonâs daughter,â she clarified, âShe made a point of keeping the fact that you were still alive a secret.â
His hands turned over, palms facing up in supplication, âI had no idea.â
She wanted to reach out to him, to lay a hand on his arm. She didnât, âI know.â Then, âI came here to tell you that Masha is also dead. So is Yuri, Antonâs son. Thereâs no one to call in the debt you owe.â
The relief Romero felt was palpable. His shoulders and head dropped a few inches along with an audible exhale. Frankie watched him with interest, wondering if she looked the exact same way when she walked up the stairs to the house with Godric that first night in Louisiana.
âI didnât just come here, tonight, to tell you that,â Frankie said, âI want to know why you did it?â
Romero looked up, âWhy I did what?â
âWhy you faked your death,â Frankie clarified.
It was a question sheâd had for many years, a question she never thought sheâd ever get answered. Now, sitting in this little apartment filled with stale air, Frankie was determined to find out.
His spine straightened, âI couldnât do it, anymore.â
âCouldnât do what?â
âCouldnât work for him,â Romeroâs voice was small as worked through is explanation, âI couldnât go day in and day out, doing the same thing over and over, with no end in sight.â
She cocked her head to the side, âThere was an end date on the contract.â
He cast her a sardonic look, âYou know thatâs not how it works.â
Frankie agreed with him silently.
Eyes in the middle distance, Romero continued, âI knew it⌠I knew I would never get out. I knew that my life would be lived as a Morozoc lackey until the day I died.â He paused, drawing in a shuddering breath, âand, I couldnât do it.â
Frankie understoodâGod help her, but she understood. Steadying herself, she dug deep and went for the only other unanswered question between them.
âI guess that leaves just one final question,â she said, âWhy did you throw me from the bridge?â
It was the central question of her life, the pin on which her entire existence spun. Romero seemed to struggle with it, his hands shaking where they were folded in his lap.
âThere was something...wrong with you.â
She frowned, âWrong?â
âYes,â he said, his words coming quickly, âit was the way you looked at me, as if you could read my every thought. You stopped crying after Susan leftâyour mom, I mean. You stopped crying and you would just look at me.â He sniffed, âI couldnât get away from your eyes.â
He stood and made his way over to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of dark liquor and bringing it back to the sofa. Sitting, he pulled the top free and took a huge gulp. The smell of alcohol wafted towards her.
Hissing, Romero croaked, âYour mother used to talk about the Fae, about how they sometimes switched human children for one of their own. I thought it was just stories, but when she left and it was just you and me...I couldnât get away from you.â He drew in a breath that caught in his throat, âI was consumed by the knowledge that you werenât mine, that youâd been switched at birth.â
She didnât believe in faerie tales, but she definitely believed in the desperation in Romeroâs tone. He reeked with distress and fear.
Frankie struggled to understand what he was saying, âSo, your solution was to throw me from a bridge.â
Romero looked up, seeming to have forgotten she was there, âBridges are the way between one place and another, right?â
âI guess,â Frankie said, caught off guard by the way the conversation was going.
He was looking at her with ferocity in his eyes, âI thought that I could give you back, and they would send my daughter to me in return. Because you werenât mine.â
She drew back, anger rising unexpectedly, âYouâre right. Iâm not your daughter. Maybe I never was. My father, the man who raised me, is dead. And, as much as I want my vengeance for what you did to me, I can only thank you.â Frankie paused, letting what sheâd said wash over him, âThank you for throwing me off that bridge. Thank you for abandoning me. My life has sometimes been hard, but I was lovedâI am loved.â
Romero was quiet, his face closed off.
Frankie continued, âI donât know what I expected, coming here, but I wanted you to know that I lived. I survived the fall, I survived paying your debt, I survived all the consequences of your bad decisions. I survived then, and I will survive for a long time, far longer than you will.â
She flexed the soft palate of her mouth, letting her fangs drop down. Flashing them at Romero, Frankie felt no small amount of satisfaction for the way he jerked into the back of the couch, eyes wide. She could smell the way his fear reached new heights and it was tantalizing.
âIâm not going to kill you,â Frankie said, drawing her fangs back behind her teeth, âBut, I wanted you to know what became of me after all these years.â
Tears dripped down Romeroâs face as he sobbed, âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.â
Frankie peered at him quizzically, then nodded, âApology accepted. Iâll let you get back to your evening.â
He flinched as she stood, which was satisfying. Frankie moved at a human pace, waving a farewell as she left the apartment. She could hear him locking the deadbolt behind her, the silence cut through with intermittent sobs.
Eric was waiting for her, phone in hand. He pocketed it and held out his hand to her expectantly. Frankie took it, walking with him down the stairwell and out into the night air. As she stepped onto the sidewalk, Frankie looked up to the sky. The stars were shining beatifically, dotting an arm of the galaxy and they moved through space. These were the same stars that Godric beheld before he died, possibly the same stars she would look up to as she met a similar fate.
Stalling at the corner, Frankie breathed deeply, catching a faint scent of roses, âWhat do I do now?â
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if ur asking ur tenants to make 3x rent each ur out of ur fucking MINDDD who the fuck is making 3x rent alone and fucking renting an apartment!!!!
#kitty purrs#im gonna have to figure out how to ask my mom to be a guarantor but shes still in the hospital :(
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i voted
took me forty minutes to put the x in the box of the party i am literally a member of
successfully rationalised that weâre a new and probably swing constituency so weâve got to
feel a truly unmatched sense of depoliticised disenfranchised hopelessness
#uk politics#the thing is#most people donât even know#theyâve effectively been removed from the political system#they think that if they were to put in the effort#they could join and change a partyâs policy#they could become a councillor#an mp#they just donât want to#but actually they canât#they literally can not#i made that trans rights guarantor policy#and got it passed bindingly at conference unanimously#and theyâre just ignoring it#iâve watched good people#be pulled from selections#for councillors and mpâs#cus the party can just choose not to have you#have watched them run no-one#cus the alternative was the most barely socialist individual#not even radicals turned down but child psychologists#and you canât even not vote for the party wholesale#because we are in an abusive relationship#as they take society by the neck towards the edge of the drop#walking rightwards to the wind blowing through the overton window#saying âif you donât vote for us then the guys a step ahead winâ#âthen weâll all fall off and dieâ#and theyâre correct#if you ever shook your head at depoliticised apathetic russians#you have been cursed to understand them
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Has anyone thought about how maybe after Serizawa leaves Claw to join S&S he doesn't want to live alone (a combination of his years of isolation and living with everyone at Claw) and how maybe Reigen wouldn't mind having a roommate (it would cut his rent and keep him company), so perhaps instead of Serizawa getting his own place they decide moving in together would be more beneficial.
#If this is not an original thought please send me links because I want to see this idea#Or if you decide to make something send it to me as well#This just popped into my head since idk what housing is like over there but here it is a pain to even get an apartment#Like yeah I understand a background check and seeing that you make 2x rent as a household but still#How the heck would an ex terrorist who just got a probably minimum wage job be able to get an apartment himself#Unless Reigen signed on as a guarantor#But at that point it would still make more sense to share a place#Don't mind the fact that it's a single bedroom you see how college dorms work#And then you get your roommates to lovers troupe alongside every other troupe they fall under#Why wait to have them move in together!#Show them slowly getting comfortable together until one day they're sleeping in the same bed#and Reigen wakes up thinking âwait how did this happenâ#Or if you're boring just have them be normal roommates. You do you ig#ACTUALLY on this thought what is the Claw housing arrangements#Because we see the facilities and clearly the division leaders and everyone under them lives there#But what about the Super 5?? Do they live alone and get together for meetings like normal people or is it more frat style#Anyways this rambling is longer than my post. But still if you do this let me see it#serizawa katsuya#reigen arataka#serirei#mob psycho 100#mp100
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my best friend in the whole wide world (mel, scrump) is on a flight to Japan rn
i am. somewhat rotting in jealousy but also not bc i could have gone but bc of reasons* I couldn't, so im resigned to not getting to be a cringe white woman sniffing out iruka acrylic standees this summer. or kakairu djs. rentan djs. a tanjiro fuwa.
#*reasons being i don't have a birth certificate or ss number bc i lost them in a move... six yrs ago and couldn't get a passport in time#i need to contact another provincial govt with a guarantor but im a hermit so I don't know anyone who fits the bill#just do it!!! listen the adhd is making this whole thing worse than it is bc i literally forget ab it once im no longer aware of it#so toronto trip will include finding a govt building to get these things again#aaaaaaaaaaa adhd sucks ass when it's just barely medicated by caffeine#bogs' muttering
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Why is moving out so complicated omg
#trying to leave the parents' house but I need to make a fucking file and buy furnitures and find an appartment to rent#and calculate housing allowances and decide on the moving out date and cross fingers for the appartment I saw to#still be available the time I make a renting file (is it the right word in english?) and find a guarantor and get their papers quick and-#ugh#rant#rant post#moving out
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getting increasingly frustrated trying to find somewhere to rent, because every property seems to have a rule that you have to be earning 2.5x the rent to even be considered, which i partly understand but like. if i want my rent to be 60% of my income then surely that's my business
#not to mention that i have a guarantor#like if i didnt pay they could go after him#i am no risk#ughhhhh its getting v annoying#mainly bc i dont earn much#and i dont want to have to change jobs just so i can afford to move out#me
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Letâs talk fic
The last chapter of The Guarantor will be up tomorrow. As usual, Iâll take about a month off to polish A Need Unleashed before posting. Between now and then, Iâll post a few previews and the story summary.
Hope you guys like Carrillo, because youâre getting a lot of him over the next year.
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potential new landlord emailing me at 10pm??? like PLEASE SIR I'M TRYING TO GO TO BED DO NOT GIVE ME A PANIC ATTACK BY SAYING THAT SOMEONE ELSE WITH HIGHER INCOME ALSO WANTS THE ROOM
#it's going to be fine#he also said he genuinely preferred me lol#it's just that my job hasn't actually started yet so i need to set up a guarantor to prove that i can pay rent#which i will be able to do just fine on my own#pheeeeew time for anti anxiety juice and then sleep#nettle's thoughts
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setting up electricity and absolutely dying over this
"based on your good credit history, you won't need a deposit"
I DONT HAVE ANY CREDIT LMAO
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Itâs gone past that. All I know is that Robert and me have to be together. (Part 1)
Itâs awkward at the breakfast table but Jack still gives Robert his birthday present, a day in a racing car. Shall we put everything behind us now? At the garage, Len just babbles on but Robertâs totally distracted. Andyâs confused about why Victoriaâs talking again. Jack continues to keep a tight rein on Robert and Katie while offering to speak to Zoe and be a guarantor for a loan if Andy wants to still buy the farm. Katie talks to Chas about the debacle with Robert and Andy (âI wasnât destined to be a farmerâs wife, shouldnât even be married at my ageâ). Katie shows up at Jackâs⌠she has something to say to him and Robert.
23-Apr-2004
#classic ED#classic ED Robertâs story#20040423#part one of the episode#episode 3721#classic ED 2004#200404#a belated birthday present#letâs move on shall we?#katie has her own present for robert apparently#let me talk to zoe and guarantor for you andy#katie and chas chat#katie has something to say to jack and robert#sullen robert#go back to your husband#jack sugden#diane blackstock#robert sugden#karl davies#victoria sugden#andy sugden#katie sugden#len reynolds#chas dingle
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was filling out forms at an urgent care this week and there was a section to include the *sex at birth* of my *INSURANCE GUARANTOR* ??? like ?????????????
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đ you wanna be my guarantor, you wanna be my guarantor sooo bad
#Iâve heard of people using strangers as guarantors and it was fine#the least I can do for myself is change my name#but everyone I asked to be my guarantor said no#I need help
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It's the fourth year in a row of me applying for uni maintenance loan and my parents arguing with me about how it works. But this year my brother is also applying to uni so the loan forms got filled out without me knowing but neither him nor my dad fucking read anything or understand uni so they did it fucking wrong
#Uni shenanigans#+Extra#they constantly arguing with me about every aspect of uni and then even proven wrong they still wont listen to me!#they argue about price of student accommodation how it works guarantors tuition maintenance literally every aspect#but every fcking year they ignore me when i tell them i need my parentS financial information for maintenance loan and my refuses to use#her email so i have to print it out for her anyway so i usually just fill both of theirs out in paper but my dad always argues about doing#it that way and then hell get an email from slc and hell be all what the hell is this? btch i told you they need mums info too you cant#fill it out for both of you on your private email he gets confused every year no matter how many times or ways i explain everything and my#brother is determined to wing everything so hes making it worse for me the fcker as if it isnt stressful enough without him being an idiot
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God, I regret this already.
#I tried everything#I couldnât find a house or apartment to approve me#my friend had one for $2300 which I canât afford on my own anyway but even if I could#her dad wanted first last secured it which is 7k and I have not even half that#I was going to try to stay with my mom for a few months to save but still iffy#I was going to stay with my mom for good but#she said she has to move in two months too because sheâs been late on rent every time#and I legitimately donât know if theyâll find a place because theyâre broke and in a worse credit spot than I am#Inow someone with one room to rent that me and Kai could try to squeeze into with random roommate#but itâs only available Aug - Dec#my friend in Tampa offered me a room but then Iâd have zero babysitter at all for Kai#and I found a random apartment complex in Orlando thatâs brand new and more affordable and also takes this guarantor thing#where basically instead of a refundable security deposit to the complex you pay a non refundable one to them to guarantee your lease#but I still couldnât get approved with chases income#but the apartment could get me in this week and I could have a year leae#versus me staying with someone for a month or two and being homeless#but what the actual fuck Iâm so fucking scared right now#this town holds nothing for me personally#but my son has his school and friends and beater and dance and weâre close to everything and I do have family and a stable job#and I tried to get an RV but got denied the loan this is so fucking hard man#Iâm about to give up every ounce of stability I have and move to a new city because I stumbled across a place that would take me right away#and Iâm scared AF to be homeless#and Iâm scared#I know I csn find a new job and Iâll have a place to live and I can work out childcare if chase and I work opposite schedules and my son is#5 and so adaptable#and we can always come back in a year and get back everything we gave up#itâs only a year#but I promised myself I was finally going to be free of him and on my own and I wanted to be proud of myself and the fact that my mom and#the RV and this house and all of this fell through crushed me#and Iâm so disappointed and so afraid
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