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snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales · 4 years ago

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Blue Moon - Part 2

A/N: See masterlist for prompts used. (And the list of amazing people who have helped me with this.) I apologize for how angsty this one got. I tried to mix in sass and fluff to lighten the load, but by nature, it’s just kinda heavy/heavier than the other parts. I promise the next parts have fluff abounding, mixed in with angst, of course. If you need to refresh yourself on the warnings for this story, this would be a good chapter to do so. It gets a bit graphic and dramatic, just like the show, haha! But just to be on the safe side, if you want to make sure, head to the masterlist to refresh your memory.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Warnings: See Masterlist

Word count: 2,105

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When you walked into the loft a few short minutes later, Derek’s alarm that someone was trespassing was blaring. He walked over to it and slammed his fist against it, stopping the blaring alarm and blinking light. His eyes searched the loft in the eerie silence that followed, only for the pack members to emerge from behind various walls with hands over their ears, or from out on the balcony.

You couldn’t contain your giggle at Stiles’ especially pained expression of both annoyance and also fear that Derek would finally follow through on many years of threats.

“What’s going on?” Derek boomed, and you snickered as more eye rolls were given than jumps at his loud tone and glowing red eyes.

He turned his gaze on you briefly, but you kept your spine straight. After having to sit through a nauseating phone call between him and Jennifer in the car the whole way over here, he deserved it.

Taking a few steps further into the loft, you tossed down your duffel bag of clothes, inspecting the alarm box. “Damn, Derek. You almost dented the thing. What did it ever do to you?”

“Is this a bad time?”

Turning at the voice that had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, you saw none other than Jennifer. You felt a growl brewing in your gut and you took a threatening step forward, fighting any physical evidence of being a werewolf for the sake of the pack.

Derek was quick to blink away his red glow, but you noticed he didn’t really care if she saw it, and that pissed you off even more.

Stiles came up and gently grabbed your elbow, tugging you back with the rest of them, not even flinching when you turned yellow eyes on him. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

Looking back, you met Derek’s gaze, once again red. He spoke slowly, but you lived with him and knew him well enough to hear the menace in his tone. “Back off.”

Taking her into the hallway and closing the front door behind him, Derek tried to talk her into leaving, promising to see her soon, and to add to your nauseating annoyance, they shared a brief kiss.

Turning to Stiles, you hissed through your teeth. “She’s brainwashed him. I swear. No human sees that for as short a time as she has and doesn’t even flinch when an Alpha glows his eyes at her.”

“Why would she do that?” Stiles scoffed.

“I don’t know. But she is an English teacher. If anyone can do it, it’s her.”

Stiles snorted a laugh. “Good grammar? That’s your argument? Oh come on, Y/N. Next thing you’ll be accusing her of being in cahoots with the Alpha Pack, or, or! Maybe, she’s the one ritualistically sacrificing people!” He was laughing loudly, bending over at the waist with the effort now.

“Oh, she’s something.” You huffed, looking at the still closed door. “For now, she’s just my least favorite bit-”

The door slid open to an angry looking Derek. He leveled his gaze on you, which you met with your own stare.

“Is it gone?” you asked quietly, smirking almost imperceptibly.

The rest of the pack meeting went by in a blur, the only things you gleaned from it was something about a club downtown to try and trap some Omega or something, and that Derek was an ass to you.

Your friends filed out of the loft as you went to get changed for training, which you weren’t looking forward to. You knew Derek was going to kick your ass on purpose.

As you made your way over to the mats to stretch briefly, eyeing Derek angrily the whole time, he ignored you.

Rising to your feet, you shook your limbs to release any final tension you could and asked as calmly as you could, “What should we do as a warm up today?”

Before Derek could answer the alarm was blaring again, and your friends’ faces painted in fear was the next thing you noticed before a long clawed hand smashed the alarm box off the wall.

Kali.

Pointing a menacing claw to the balcony and looking at your friends, they all filed silently outside. “I can’t hurt any of you, Deucalion’s orders, so don’t test me.” Looking to Ethan and Aiden, she spoke gruffly. “Make sure they stay out there.” Looking to you with an evil smile, she took a step closer. “I want them to have a good view of what happens in here.”

Starting to circle you, she chuckled a little. “You want a warm up? How about me?” Her eyes glowed red before she launched at you with a snarl.

You wrapped in her swiping arms, twisting with her until you could spin away and put distance between you again. “Fine by me,” you huffed, taking a deep breath and smirking.

Circling one another, she sneered. “Little Beta, Derek’s precious little new one, you’re no match for me.”

“We’ll see,” you grinned, running at her and sliding between her legs set in a wide spread stance, kicking behind you to knock her knees out from under her, causing her to drop to them on the hard cement floor.

Snarling, she pivoted back to you as you still smirked, rolling out of the way when she launched at you again, this time with a growl.

You let yourself chuckle. “This is fun!” You glanced to Derek, ignoring his obvious want to jump into the fight. Looking back to Kali, you grinned brightly. “What else you got?”

She went to sweep your legs out from under you suddenly, but you easily jumped out of the way, jumping on top of her as her whole body was low to the ground in the attempt.

Your hips straddled her waist, your knees pushing into her rib cage making it hard for her to breathe, and held her hands beside her head. “I win.” Your grin brightened. “Tag. You’re it.”

You could hear Stiles laugh in triumph outside the window, and you glanced at him. Kali took advantage of your momentary distraction and smashed her head into yours, loosening your grip on her, and getting to her feet as you staggered back, hand cradling your forehead. You felt the blood temporarily running down your face until your nose healed.

Pulling your hand down to where the blood was and pulling it away to briefly glance at it, you twisted up your features and hissed at a smug Kali, “Bitch!”

Jumping and launching at her, you swiped to fake her out, grabbing her wrist when she blocked you and twisting it behind her as you also went over and behind her, landing with a thud on your feet firmly, and leveraging her with the arm firmly in your grasp over you to the floor behind you. Her hand still in your grip, as she tried to catch her breath, the wind knocked out of her, you grabbed her other hand and rolled her under your grasp just enough to pin her hands under her back, placing your whole weight on top of her now, straddling her thighs, knees digging into her sides and your hands holding her shoulders down, and thus also her arms.

“Would you look at that?” you said in fake awe. “I did all of that without any claws or fangs.” You leaned in close to her face, letting your yellow eyes glow brightly. “But you didn’t really think I wouldn’t flash these beauties after taking down an Alpha, now, did you?”

The tapping of Deucalion’s cane came to the front door, followed by a droll, “Are you done, Kali?”

The rest went by in a blur. Somehow you ended up under Kali with your head being pinned down to the floor, along with your stomach being pressed to the floor by a heavy foot you soon realized was Ennis once she passed you off to go and do what she came to do to Derek.

You were forced to watch in horror, the cries of your pack on the balcony drowned out after the first few, nothing but your heartbeat and Derek’s meeting your ears. You tried to calm yours down to help him also remain calm, trying to reduce the pool of blood spreading from the pole Kali had rammed through his chest.

Your head pinned to the floor, you could only watch or shut your eyes, any struggle proving futile against the large Alpha. You didn’t dare close your eyes, you kept trying to meet Derek’s, but he kept them averted out of what almost looked more like shame than pain. The one time they did fleetingly meet, you forced a smile on your face, trying to coax one out of him, and you could have sworn the slightest twitch of his lips up was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in that moment.

He closed his eyes briefly at that point, and you kept the smile firmly on your face, though your voice was obviously broken, fighting back tears.

“Hey, Derek,” you said quietly, not wanting to anger the room full of Alphas. It was already almost overbearing being the only Beta in the room. “Derek?” He opened his eyes and looked at you with a gentle smile and you decided that was even more beautiful than before. “Hey. I’m okay, Derek. I’m fine. So is everybody else.” You glanced at the balcony to show him what you meant before meeting his gaze again, smile still firmly on your face. It was purely to help put him at ease, because all you wanted to do was scream and cry and kick and beat an Alpha’s butt for doing anything to him.

“I’m okay. You’re okay. Well, you will be,” you chuckled, and he also let a small laugh pass his lips before he started coughing up blood, which made your worry rise. You didn’t think it could go any higher.

“Derek! Hey! Derek, it’s okay. We’re all okay. Just listen to him and we’ll figure it out.” He was having trouble breathing. “We always do.”

Tears started streaming down your face despite all your efforts, and you held back the ugly sob you felt brewing in your throat.

His eyes snapping open after he took a labored breath through his nose, he glanced at you wide eyed, and you realized the pheromones had probably tipped him off. Damn senses.

They finished their evil speech, pulled the bar from his chest, and released you, leaving you to scramble over to him at neck breaking speeds.

They took the rod once in his chest and used it to lock the balcony door, keeping the rest of your pack out there, but they were all safe, and they just looked on through the window in silence.

Cradling Derek’s head in your lap, you ran your fingers through his hair. “Hey, hey, stay with me. You don’t get out of this that easy. Stay awake. You need to stay awake, Derek. Stay with me.”

He reached up, placing a hand on your wrist limply, and you had flashbacks to just hours before in your house before he got the phone call. His smile weak, he gave a just as weak squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m stubborn, remember? You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

“Damn it,” you mocked, making him chuckle, and a little bit of color returned to his cheeks as he healed.

His face turned somber. “You know what they’re asking me to do, right?”

You nodded. “I know what they’re telling you to do. And I know we will find a way to fix it. We always do. Plus, if you didn’t see, I’m a badass.” You grinned.

He grinned as well, a soft chuckle passing his lips. “Yeah you are. That was pretty epic. Who taught you to fight? They must be pretty amazing. Like, almost as good as me.”

You laughed loudly, laying his head down on the floor again, softly, and ignoring his groan. “I’m going to let the others in so they can help me get you off this floor with the least amount of pain for you and clean all this up.” Realizing how much blood was on the floor, you went back to his face, resting a hand on his forehead and raking it back over his hair, resting it on top of his head. “I’m really glad you’re okay, Derek. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Both sentiments are mutual,” he huffed, smiling mischievously.

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kryptonian-puppy · 4 years ago

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Throat Full of Glass

The rough sound of nail scratching against marble rings out through the washroom.

Eliza stares herself down in the mirror, lip trembling and arms shaking from the post-match adrenaline that's coursing through her body right now.

There’s a fire in her eyes and rage on her skin that's tangible in the air, mixing with a rusted tang of blood that’s congealed against her ear as she just stands there, rooted and willing herself to calm down.

The reflected image twists and contorts with each unsteady breath that she takes, the splash of each droplet of water that drips from the tap matching the pace of her lungs.

Drip.

Like a ticking clock. The prelude to the explosion.

She can’t let it slide this time, let her get away with this. Her mind has cashed its last rain check on Kali’s bullshit. It’s time the woman faces the wrath that's due, before she gets someone killed, gets her own team killed.

No biting her tongue anymore, brawling across the briefing room table or petitioning Six to see sense and dispose of the threat that is Nighthaven.

She’s done playing nice.

And sure enough, outside the door comes the muffled bragging of the soon to be victim of Eliza’s snapped tether.

Ash pushes off from the sink with aching fists held closed and nails biting into her palm, giving herself one last chance to just back off, to simply walk away from what she’s about to do.

But if there is any sign to stop she doesn't see it. Her reflection in the mirror steadies but offers up no rejection. The fight or flight wheel stops with the arrow pointing on the former.

This has been too long coming now to just stop.

Consequences from Six be damned, Eliza leaves the washroom and lets the heavy firedoor swing shut behind her with a loud thud. Eyes lock to hers in an instant from the sound, but she pays them no mind, her gaze settles on her target and tunnels her vision.

“This won’t be good, Cohen looks ready to kill.”

Dokkabei mutters under her breath to Thatcher, the elder operator nodding thickly in agreement and making no move to stop what's about to happen.

“Don’t worry kid, it won’t go that far.”

Dokkabei just holds her arms together to stop them trembling, the pain from being lit up with non-lethal fire is still raging throughout her body otherwise she would be falling into line with Ash right now to give Kali a piece of her mind too. She deserves it after that shitshow of a win.

The two simply watch on in tense silence as Eliza thunders across the changing room and shoves past Mozzie, the man distracted from helping Mira out of her BDU at the time. He swears loudly from the rough contact, barely able to stop himself from careening into Elena who is more focused on trying to get past him to stop Eliza rather than help steady him.

She’s seen that look in Cohen’s eyes before, it’s never good.

“Kali!” Ash spits, enough venom in just that one word to slay a man where he stood.

Kali has her back to her and mutters something to Aruni which makes the woman laugh.

“You will turn and face me when I address you, Mercenary scum!”

A tense silence settles over the room, marred only by the sounds of Ash’s heavy breathing.

But Kali just continues to chuckle, shaking her head a little at the crass words, rolling her eyes at Aruni. It’s only when she can physically feel the presence of Ash in her personal space that she turns around, quite lazilly too, and looks down to the smaller woman who is seething up at her.

“What could possibly be upsetting you now Red?”

“I don’t know how you do things in the private sector-” her voice trembles a little, rage barely even contained, “-but we do NOT use people as bait here!”

“Why the sour face Princess? This is a game, and I just won it for you.” Kali smirks, brow quirked in clear amusement. “Rather easily I might add to.”

“This, this is not a game you ignorant, reckless piece of-”

“Oh relax will you!”

“Relax?!” Ash scoffs, fists shaking violently against her sides. “I warned Six that you’ll get someone killed. And today you just proved me right. Game or no fucking game, I won’t stand by and let you send anyone here to an early grave because you only care about yourself.”

“So dramatic! Like it or not, Nighthaven is here to stay. I am here to stay. And there is nothing, not one little thing, that you can do about it. So finish your little temper tantrum and stop embarrassing yourself.”

Kali quips, one finger pushing against the crest of Ash’s chest plate.

And that's all it takes.

A finger, mistakenly brushing against the trigger, and Ash explodes.

No one can stop her, it happens too fast for anyone to register, least of all Kali.

One moment she’s staring down at Ash, the next she’s looking up at her from the floor, haphazardly strewn against one of the benches. Arms are on her in an instant trying to help her up, but the punch from the fiery field team leader has sent her head to the stars, she can’t hear a thing past the ringing in her ear.

And Eliza doesn’t stop there, she lunges at her with all the ferocity of a wild animal and the strength of an ox. Ready and willing to unleash the last year of pent up anger and frustration and pummel it into her face.

The two crash backwards and roll about, punching and lashing at each other like it's a fight for their lives. And by all odds Kali should have the upperhand against the woman with a smaller frame, but Ash brings a fight like no other she’s ever faced, and for the first time since she was shot in the field, Kali experiences fear.

She cries out in anguish, managing to land a shot that busts Eliza’s nose open and unleashes a fountain of blood. But it doesn’t slow the woman, she keeps going for her, scoring hit after hit until the wind is taken from Kali’s lungs and she’s choking on the air and her own blood.

“ELIZA, THAT’S ENOUGH!”

Rough arms yank her from Kali’s barely conscious form and she fights hard to get back to her before she feels herself be lifted up from the ground, legs swinging and kicking violently to try and break free.

There’s yelling all around and people rushing to block her view from Kali, but she can still make out her face and somehow Kali is still managing a smug grin up at her, it’s marred by all the blood and bruising but still going strong.

Ash screams bloody murder, wriggling and throwing herself about, but whoever holds her is strong and they don’t let go.

“Get her out of here!” Thatcher calls back over his shoulder as he gets between Dokkaebi and Aruni, the two seemingly squaring up to fight.

It would seem in the chaos of Ash and Kali’s brawl the rest of the Nighthaven members had initiated a fight, with some of Rainbow all too eager to oblige.

“Follow me!” Mira gestures to Finka who is the one struggling to hold Ash whilst looking for the quickest exit.

The rest is just a blur for Ash though, she’s so blinded and entombed by her own rage that she doesn’t even notice she’s being taken from the room, half carried/half dragged out of the changing room and somehow making it to the medical wing in the blink of an eye.

Her gaze is wide, adrenaline still begging her to fight even though the threat is no longer in sight, she doesn’t even hear what Mira is saying to Finka right now.

“Where do you want her?” The woman chuckles, keeping her head back to avoid a blow from Eliza’s.

“Put her in the examination room, I’ll take it from there. I suspect Mike is going to need your help stopping them all from tearing each other to pieces.” Mira commands, her own voice shaky from what she’s just witnessed.

She curses Six under her breath and pinches the bridge of her nose.

Eliza continues to fight to get out of Finka’s grasp, only succeeding once Finka has struggled to get her past the threshold of the room door. But when she goes to charge back out in search of Kali again, Mira stands in her way, hands on her hips and concern very much evident in her expression.

Ash comes to a halt immediately, eyes wide in a mix of rage and fear, hands still held tightly wound by her side and the shaking somehow more violent than when it first started. She’s a complete mess, blood dripping from her likely broke nose down her chest, hair disheveled and gear shifted out of place, ripped straps hanging awkwardly off her body from where Kali got a hold of them.

Neither her or Mira say anything until Finka closes the door behind her and leaves them to deathly silence.

Mira lowers her hands to her side and just waits, quietly watching her wife struggle to take in breaths as her brain catches up to what she’s done.

And after a tense minute or so of glaring at her, the fire goes out of Cohen, Eliza whimpering from the pain and turning in on herself as her body comes out of it.

“What have I done …” She breathes out, cradling her own stomach and willing it to settle so she doesn’t hurl. Already she can feel the bruises forming on her ribs and abdomen.

“What you had to, querida.” Elena affirms, breathing a sigh of relief now she knows it's safe to approach the woman she loves.

Sure, she’s seen Eliza angry before, but that was something completely different that she had with Kali, a power born from something deep rooted and likely traumatic, something they’ll definitely have to talk about soon. It terrified her to see that, almost making her flee from the woman herself until she remembered just who Eliza was, how sweet and gentle the woman she married actually was behind her guarded walls.

Oh they’ll talk alright about this, just not now. Right now Eliza needs gentle care.

Elena lets out a soft sigh and very slowly encircles Eliza with her arms, giving the woman time to accept the embrace or reject it if that's what she needs, being careful not to aggravate any injury also.

And sure it takes a moment, Eliza stiffening from the contact and starting to pull away, but Elena stands firm, drawing her in and acting as an anchor for the taller woman. She has no choice really but to give in, all but collapsing against Elena now who falls back a little and slides down the door and onto the floor, somehow managing to keep hold of Eliza the entire time.

“It’s ok, you’re ok.” Elena murmurs, running her hand through the length of her hair, deft fingers working through the knots and loosening the braid.

Eliza shudders in relief, quietly sobbing and heaving her way through every breath as she clings to Elena with battered hands, seemingly terrified that the woman will let her go if she doesn’t keep such a tight grip.

“I shouldn’t have- I could- could have killed her!”

“But you didn’t.”

There's a further moment of silence, Eliza shuddering as Elena works wonders on her aching head. Each stroke is soft and gentle, applying just enough pressure to relieve the budding headache that's rising up to join the chorus of pain wracking through her.

“I wanted to, Elena. I couldn’t stop myself.” She whispers after a few more minutes pass.

“But you didn’t kill her querida. Kali will be fine. This will all blow over.” Mira tries to affirm, voice gentle as ever despite the uncertainty.

“It won’t though, it can’t … not after this. Six will-”

“Don’t you worry about him. I will deal with Six.”

Again, more silence. They stay like that for a long while, just quietly breathing and taking in the comfort of the embrace, Elena discreetly counting each breath her wife takes and placing gentle kisses against her forehead when they finally slow down enough after what feels like half an hour or so.

“It felt good though, right?” Elena murmurs, failing to keep the amusement from her tone as she breaks the silence.

“Are you asking me if it felt good to punch Kali?”

“Well, yeah …”

Eliza pulls away and looks up at her in confusion, the two quietly studying each other before Eliza’s face finally cracks, both dissolving into mad laughter that's fueled by the residual adrenaline.

“God, that fear in her eyes when you toppled her with one hit. It was glorious.” Elena grins.

But Eliza groans, burying her head into Elenas chest and trying/failing to suppress the smile.

“It was satisfying to wipe that smirk from her face, if only for a moment.”

“I’ll bet.”

“Shouldn’t you be mad at me? I expected a lecture?”

“I thought about it, but I’d be a hypocrite since on more than one occasion i’ve threatened the bitch with the same thing myself.”

“Quite a few occasions actually, last week was twice at least.”

The laughter returns, softer this time and fleeting.

“You think she’ll try to press charges or something?” Eliza sighs.

“Hmmm,” Elena deliberates for a moment, “I doubt it, Six wouldn’t let it come to that. Though, I would love to be a fly on the wall when he calls you both to his office.”

Eliza groans, it’s not going to be fun dealing with the consequence of this shit, but at least she can pull the ‘told you so’ card on Six. So maybe it was worth it after all?

“That’s not going to be fun.”

“Nope.”

Eliza lets out a long suffering sigh, groaning when her ribs protest that but strangely not the laughter.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. You’re a bloodied mess.” Elena scoffs, nose wrinkling in feigned disgust.

“What? Don’t find me pretty anymore?” Eliza pouts, the effect lost by how gnarly she is looking in that moment covered in blood.

“Hmph! Pretty annoying more like.” Elena quips back, devilish smile on her lips.

“Rude.”

Despite how rough she feels, Eliza can’t help herself, she pushes their mouths together, wincing when her ailing nose brushes Elena’s. They kiss, soft at first, getting a little more heated when Eliza’s hands start to wonder, lowering to her chest and lifting up under her-

“Ouch!”

Elena just sighs gently, pulling away and rolling her eyes at Eliza who is looking at the bruises on her hands with a frown.

“Right, up! Let’s see if we can save something of that face of yours.” Elena cups her chin, smearing a little of the blood with a gentle sigh.

“Yes, the pain is outweighing the satisfaction at the moment.”

“I’m sure it is …, I love you, even if you are an idiot.”

“Love you too.”

#rainbow six siege #rainbow six #ash/mira #ash x mira #r6s ash #r6s mira #ITS TERRIBLE BUT I TRIED #its on AO3 too #yall know my name by now on there #if not check my blog header

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haileygarciasunshine · 5 years ago

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Into the Unknown

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 2,706

Warning: Swearing, fighting, weird shit, mentions of blood

The anniversary of yours and Eleven’s escape from Hawkins Lab was coming up. A year had already gone by, since you both broke out of the Lab. El, found herself a group of friends, and so did you. After stumbling out of the Lab, you were able to find a cabin in the woods and make it yours.

You had enrolled in Hawkins Highschool as well, and gotten a job at the local block buster. You and El were always in contact, sometimes calling you twice a day. Today, started out weird. Eleven called asking if she could come over, El being the only family you knew, you obliged.

There was a soft knock on the door. Using your security system you had installed on your cabin, you could identify the person as El. Rushing to open the door you let her in.

Giving you a hug she stepped in, “Goodmorning Y/N!”

“Goodmorning, El! What can I do ya for?”

“Nothing. Just wondering.”

“Wondering about?”

“Us.”

Sighing you made your way to the kitchen grabbing a coffee to put your coffee in that was currently brewing.

“Are you sure you want to go down that rabbit hole kid?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

By this time, you both had made yourselves comfortable at the kitchen table. Eleven, was eating her Eggos.

“I know that there is one of us, that is currently in Chicago. Her name’s Kali or 008.She was experimented on like we were.”

You weren’t sure what Eleven’s thought were, but you had an inkling, that you were about to find out.

El thought it was time for you and the Party to meet, one night. So you all gathered, at Mike’s house for dinner. Everyone was there, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Steve, Max, Johnathon, Nancy, and Eleven. It felt strange that there was only four of you about the age of twelve. You recognized Steve, Nancy, and Jonathon from your school right away. Max was elated that another girl had joined the group.

Two weeks had gone by since you had become a party member. Jonathon was beaming that there was another photography lover in the group. The first day back to school after the meeting, Johnathon was at your locker talking about photography things. It was apparent he was trying to distract his mind from something ..... Or someone.

It wasn’t hard to figure out, that Jonathon, had feelings for Nancy and vice versa. Nancy was still currently with Steve Harrington. As time grew on, you had become best friends with Jonathon which lead to him confessing his feelings for Nancy to you.

Nobody else in the group besides Eleven knew, that you were experimented on in the Hawkins Lab. Your friends were like your family, but you didn’t want to put them in any danger unintentionally, so you never told them, and you always made sure that you 015 tattoo was covered up with makeup.

Over the next few weeks, Eleven had decided that she wanted to go in search of Kali for answers. You had expected her to leave, but you didn’t know when. That’s why once you had found out from Jonathon, you drove straight over to the sheriffs office.

“Is Chief Hopper here? It’s important.”

“No dear, he’s about to leave to go to Merrill’s pumpkin pat-”

Not giving her a second to finish her statement, you turned and bolted outside to see if you could catch Hopper. As luck would have it, you were able to stop him before he was able to leave.

“You’re chief Hopper right?”

“What gave it away, the sirens on top of the truck? Or the Hat?” He asked sarcastically looking over at you, while you gave him a classic Bitch face. “Now watch out kid, I have some business to attend to.”

Before either of you could react, a husky voice called for you, “Y/N?”

“Oh, hey Steve!”

“What’re you doing?” He looked at you quizzically.

“I have to talk to Hopper about something.”

“If you two kids could kindly, back away from the vehicle I could go on my way.”

Not even thinking about it, you pulled Hoppers truck door open and pulled Steve inside the vehicle along with you, catching both men off guard.

Once, inside the truck, turning to Hopper you said ”Please. Proceed.” mockingly.

Both men looked at one another, but didn’t say anything.

As you arrived at Merrill’s Pumpkin Patch, you were greeted by a man, you assumed to be Merrill, occupied Hopper. The sudden feeling, of being uncomfortable, overwhelmed your senses, the only other time this had happened, was when you were being experimented on.

Steve seemed to notice your sudden change, “Hey, are you alright?”

It had begun to get chillier outside. Steve shrugged off his jacket, and placed it over your shoulders. The action was touching, and caught you off guard.

“Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to over step any boundaries. I noticed you were shivering.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“Sorry, I made you get into the truck with me.”

“It’s okay. Why were you looking for Hopper anyway?”

Before you continued, you let out a sigh of frustration, “I know where El went. I wanted to tell him so he wouldn’t freak out more than he already has but-”

Your thoughts fled your mind mid sentence, your attention was brought to the pumpkin patch, full of dead pumpkins. It was like a magnetic field, drawing you in. ‘What harm could it do?’ you thought, ‘Curiosity killed the cat’ you continued in your mind. ‘Satisfaction brought it back’. Caving in to the curiosity, you started walking in the Pumpkin Patch looking at state almost every pumpkin was in.

Turning around, you looked up and saw the three men peering at you with shock. You turned around just to see if they were actually staring at you, or something else. They were staring at you. Shrugging it off, you continued, on your venture through the patch.

It seemed the further you got into the patch, the worse the pumpkins were. Then you suddenly, stopped. By the looks of it, you were practically, dead center. The pumpkins that were dead center, were pitch black, reeking of spoiled pumpkin.

Steve and Hopper, seemingly, followed you through the patch.

“What is that smell!” Hopper said, while coughing.

“Pumpkins.” You state a matter of factly. Your back still turned to both men.

“No Shit.”

“Contaminated Pumpkins.”

Hopper as confused, “How did they get Contaminated?”

It suddenly hit you. This was something you had seen before. At Hawkins Lab no less. Then you were hit with the reality, that you had to tell your deepest secret to two men you barely, even knew.

“Hawkins Lab.” You said turning around to face both men, with confused expressions, “I’ve seen this before at the Lab. It has something to do with what Eleven called the ‘Upside Down.’“

“How do you know Eleven?” “How do you know about the Upside Down?” Both men had asked at the same time.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you looked down at your feet, which caused a strand of hair to fall down. Taking the chance, you looked at both men, while tucking your hair behind your ear, “Eleven’s my sister... Or what we consider each other. We were both experimented on in the Lab. I helped her escape.” Deciding it was now or never, you brought a finger up to your tongue wetting it before bringing it back down to your left forearm, you wiped your finger over the makeup that was cover your tattoo, sliding your sleeve up, you brought your arm up to show both men.

015

Their expressions softened, and sadden at your confession.

“Fuck Kid.” Hopper said before pulling you into a bone crushing hug “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s okay. El, went to go get some answers from Kali, she’s in Chicago and was also experimented on.”

“Holy Shit. How many of you guys is there?”

“I don’t know.” You answered truthfully. Sneaking a glance at Steve, he was quiet, you hoped he was just absorbing your confession, and you hadn’t just ruined his opinion on you considering how attractive he was.

“Uh, so back to the Pumpkins. I’m guessing that Hawkins Lab has something to do with this, but there isn’t any evidence to prosecute them with.”

Hopper nodded and headed back to the truck.

“Stev-”

“Don’t.”

At this, you took his jacket off, and handed it back to him not at all pleased with the reaction you had gotten from him. He seemed like he wasn’t going to take the jacket, so you threw it at his feet, before jogging through the patch to go to the truck Hopper was in. This was exactly, why you didn’t tell anyone. You couldn’t help the hurt that had overwhelmed your emotions.

“Uh, you guys don’t have to take me. Tommy’s coming to get me.”

“You sure kid?”

“Yeah, have a good night Chief Hopper.”

Steve didn’t bother acknowledging you before, he turned away and started walking down the driveway you had driven up. There goes any possible chance you could’ve had with him.

Five minutes went by before either of you spoke.

“Uh, hey, do you, you know. Uhm. Have a place to stay?”

“Yeah, I found an abandoned Cabin in the middle of the Woods.”

“Uhm. Well, you know. Your sister. Eleven. Stays with me. I uh. Have an extra room where we stay. If you uhm. You know. Want to stay with us.”

Even if he was awkward, you knew that he cared. He cared for El, and that’s all you could’ve ever wanted. For the first time since you met Eleven, you felt the warm fuzzy feeling that you have for her. Love.

“I’d love to. If I won’t be imposing.”

“Not at all.”

It had been two weeks since you moved into Hopper’s Cabin. And Two weeks since your confession to Hopper and Steve. Steve went out of his way to not only ignore you, but to avoid you as well. There was a rumor around that Steve and Nancy broke up.

“Jonathon!” You squealed as your best friend scared you.

“Are you still going over to Mikes tonight?”

“Duh. I told you I had something to tell everyone. It’s kinda important.”

“If it’s so important why can’t you just tell me now?”

You had a sneaky suspicion, your narrowed your eyes before continuing, “Is there something you want to tell me Byers?”

This seemed to catch him off guard, making him a stuttering mess. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Nancy appeared, “Hey Guys!” She kissed Jonathon on the lips, before continuing on, down the hall with her other friends. You couldn’t help but let your jaw fall open in shock.

“What was that? I know it couldn’t be what it looked like!” You shrieked, playfully smacking him earning an “Ow” each time.

“Yeah sorry I forgot to mention, me and Nanc are dating now.”

“Forgot! How could you forget!”

It was now a few days later, since you had told the party that you were in Hawkins Lab with El. They were more than happy to except you and your past, besides they couldn’t get over the tattoo you had, each of them telling you how badass it was. Eventually, Steve got tired of Dustin talking about you so much, and followed his advice, he showed up at Hoppers cabin unannounced one night.

“Yeah.” Hopper answered roughly.

“Is Y/N home?”

Hopper took the chance, and ran with it.

He grabbed Steve by the collars of his jacket and shirt before saying, “You do realize I’m now Y/N’s dad correct?”

“Y...Yes sir.”

“Y/N’s a great girl. Top of your class actually. If you ever and I mean ever. Pull a stunt like you did back at the Pumpkin farm, again you will live to regret it. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. Y/N! Someone’s at the door for you!” Hopper yelled, letting Steve go and moving back to his previous position.

“Steve?” Your confusion pulling through your soft voice. “What’re you doing here?”

“I uh. I came to apologize uhm.”

Suddenly, a car door slammed shut and Dustin came racing up the porch.

“What Steve here means, is that he’s sorry he acted like an asshole, and he thinks you’re really pretty.”

Letting out an embarrassed chuckle you replied “Thank you.”

“Watch your language Dipshit!”

“Who you calling Dipshit? Dipshit!”

“Dustin, watch your fucking mouth.”

Dustin flipped him off in response.

Currently, you were in the Byers house, with the Party and Hopper. Will was in his room unconscious, because the mind flyer had lodged itself into him as the ‘Host’. The sound of ‘Demo Dogs’ could be heard surrounding the house. Max was clinging onto you for safety. Suddenly, the door flew, open and in walked Eleven.

Mike was the most excited to see her aside from Hopper. Hopper pulled you and El into a bone crushing hug before murmuring, “My Girls.” so quietly, only the three of you could hear. El and Hopper went to the Lab to shut the gate, Joyce, Jonathon, and Nancy went to the cabin with Will. You stayed behind with the party.

Suddenly, Billy showed up ready to beat up Lucas. Steve had been pumbled to a pulp. Which meant that you had to drive to the Pumpkin Patch, with a car full of children. Once you arrived there, everybody was getting ready and putting on their gear.

“No. No way. You aren’t going with us in the tunnel!”

“And why not?”

“Because! What if the Mind Flyer senses you, cause you’re like El!”

��Still not seeing the problem here.”

“DUDE! JUST LET HER COME SHE’S MORE BADASS THAN YOU!”

Steve didn’t have to turn around to know who had said that. Instead he just flipped him off in return.

Once, you had helped everyone down into the tunnel, it was your turn. Of course, you were the one to slip and fall in, but atleast, Steve was there to catch you, he was holding you bridal style once you had fallen.

“Hey Lovebirds! Can we get a move on?”

“Chill man. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” He responded putting you back on your feet.

The whole night, it was like Steve was trying to make up for lost time. Letting his hand brush against yours, not leaving your side unless necessary, stealing glances. He was turning out to be a hopeless romantic, something you would’ve never pegged about him.

“Steve! Behind you!” Dustin yelled to Steve, who was currently trying to distract the ‘Demo Dogs’ from the school bus the kids were all hiding in. You wouldn’t let Steve, be ‘Demo Dog’ dinner, so you were fighting them off side by side. More accurately, back to back.

“That’s hot.”

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head you responded, “Shut Up.”

Tonight, was the Snow Ball. You were helping Max and Eleven get ready for their first school dance. You offered to drop the girls off, so you three could have some girl bonding time. As soon as you arrived, you put the car in park by the entrance to the gym since you were late arriving, you got out and helped both girls out, giving them hugs and kissing the tops of their heads before took off towards the gym.

Stevie Wonders, I Just Called to Say i Love You was blasting.

Uhm

As you turned around you could see Dustin, going off towards the gym as well.

“Driver Duty?”

“Don’t be so surprised.” Steve chuckled, “I gotta make sure the kid looks good for the ladies.”

“Can I have this Dance?”

“Steve. We’re in a parking lot.”

He took your hand lightly before you could spew any more protests. Guiding the hand he had in his to his shoulder, while he held your other hand. He looked for confirmation that he could have his other hand on your waist. Giving him a soft nod he smiled.

The both of you staying like that swaying, to the music for what felt like hours. Just as he started leaning in to kiss you there was an interruption,

“Steve!”

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Sorry for that sort of ominous down-note. It's where the story went!

And thanks to everybody who's hung in there and kept reading. I wish I still had other active members but basically it's just me still in this fandom. Pretty soon I'll have some brand new fics for you - if I get them finished and polished up sooner rather than later. Hope you're all staying safe and having a good 2021 so far!

=Chapter 31

Sleep did not come easily to Weiss that night. Already, she had been having trouble with that lately, but the impromptu inter-gang meeting robbed her of a few precious hours. Tossing and turning did even less good than usual, so many things were swirling around in her mind.

Her father was evil. So evil that he didn’t care if he burned down a building with dozens of women in it, didn’t care if he made a hapless girl commit a crime without any control of her actions. A man was dead. Didn’t he have any remorse whatsoever? The answer was “no” - and she knew why. His religious superiority complex wouldn’t let him see gangsters and thieves as human; they were beasts, demons that he had to cast out and they would deserve it when he did. The more time went on, the more sure she was that trying to reason with him was an exercise in futility.

Then there was Neo. Maybe Salem saw things as simple and black-and-white, but she somehow couldn’t bring herself to look down on either her or Emerald; they weren’t truly to blame. The man on the slab and her father, and whoever was their go-between, were the true culprits. How could anyone be so careless with human life?

Even harder to think about were people like her mother, and Pyrrha, and Ruby… innocent bystanders affected by these ugly turf wars. It was as if there were three gangs now, and one of them was completely made up of Jacques Schnee and anyone on his secret payroll. Maybe she should spend a little more time focusing on helping her non-Dragon friends; after all, they were precious to her and deserved happiness.

The next morning came far too early. The only silver lining was her mother’s smiling face, encouraging her to wake up. Maybe she was worrying too much; even though she had nightmares every night about being stabbed, everything was getting better now. And how much worse could it get than a near-death experience?

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“So I was wondering about something,” Penny said out of nowhere at lunch that day.

“Yeah?” Ruby piped up before shoving half of her sandwich in her mouth. Weiss goggled at the sheer ability she had to devour everything in sight. Where did she put it all?

“Would you like to go to the dance with me?”

The entire table went silent. By now, that table was the Dragons table; it was looking a bit empty without Cinder or Emerald there, so Ruby, Penny, and Pyrrha were welcomed as temporary fill-ins — given that Cinder was probably the only one of them who would bother to protest. Blake and Coco were still very slightly skeptical, but also too unconcerned to bother trying to run them off.

“U-uhhm… the dance? What dance?”

“Nice try, sis,” Yang muttered out of the corner of her mouth.

“You know! Homecoming! We can paint our nails, and do our hair up, and have a great time! Doesn't that sound swell?”

Ruby looked highly uncomfortable, glancing at Weiss and Pyrrha, the girls besides her sister she felt closest to. Other than Penny, who was the source of her discomfort at that exact second.

“Go on,” Coco laughed. “Unless you have some secret fella you're hoping will ask you?”

“Nope! No fellas, I promise! But I… isn't it going to be against school rules? Two girls showing up together? People will talk! So while that, um, that really does sound swell, I don't know if it's such a good…”

Penny looked positively dejected. Her eyes swivelled down to her tray as she moved the food around with her fork. “Oh. Well, that's all right. It was just an idea.”

“Wait! Umm…” The poor girl looked around at her friends, seeking some sort of solution to this problem, but most of them were content to smirk in slight bemusement. “We could try it? Like, there's enough of us, I g-guess…”

Weiss decided to bail her out. “I, for one, will most certainly be attending with Yang. And I am pretty sure Coco and Velvet will also be going. Isn't that right?”

“Well… normally we would skip it, but sure,” Coco said easily as she cracked open her milk carton. “That way, I can show off my best girl.”

“How many other girls do you have?” When she only tilted her sunglasses down to waggle her eyebrows at the cheerleader, Weiss sighed, “I withdraw the question.”

The others were still laughing at that when their table was approached by one of the teachers. She certainly didn't seem pleased that she had to, but had a duty to perform.

“Miss Schnee.”

“Yes, Miss Goodwitch?”

“Your presence is requested in Mr. Ozpin’s office.” She scarcely shot a disapproving look toward the other girls before returning her gaze to Weiss.

“Oh. Now? I haven't finished my-”

“I'm afraid it can't wait. You may as well collect your things; you likely won't be back for the remainder of the school day.”

The feeling of dread that had begun to rise in her enjoyed a drastic increase. She glanced around at her other friends, hoping they could offer some help, but all of them except for Yang and Pyrrha were suddenly quite interested in their lunch trays.

“I'll… see you later, then,” she began in a meek voice as she stood, gathering her books.

Once they were in the hallway, Miss Goodwitch spoke up again. “Thought I recommended against you continuing to associate yourself with those… ruffians.”

“They really aren't as bad as you believe, ma’am. Honestly! And… well, I think Pyrrha and I are a good influence. As you can see, we're all getting along just f-”

“This isn't about them,” she cut her off in a clipped voice. That was simply her normal manner of speaking; Weiss didn't take it personally. “The principal will explain everything.”

Weiss had been expecting to have to wait outside his office for some time, since that seemed to be the standard procedure. Not that she knew from personal experience. However, Miss Goodwitch escorted her directly past the other students waiting on the benches and into the office itself.

“Ahhh, Miss Schnee,” the gray-haired man said immediately, a genial smile on his face. He looked a bit too young to have so much gray, but still carried himself with the poise and dignity expected from an older gentleman who was in charge of an entire school. “We've been anxious for you to arrive.”

Who the ‘we’ was turned out to be something of a surprise to the girl. “Mother?”

Willow definitely looked like she had had better days. Though her overall health had improved quite a bit over the past weeks, she was currently shaking like a leaf, clutching the straps of her taupe purse as if it were the edges of a life raft in shark-infested waters.

“Hello, Weiss. We… have an appointment this afternoon.”

“Allow me to express my profound apologies,” the principal told her, smile fading to a serious yet friendly expression. “Had we been aware of your situation at home… well, perhaps we would have encouraged you to pare down your extracurriculars. Or intervened in some way.”

Weiss held up a hand to forestall any more talk before she understood what the subject was. “Wait, wait… what's going on? Mother, you told the principal about Father?”

“I had to. You see… I'm afraid you and I will have to go and visit the courthouse today.”

“What?!”

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The judge was a crotchety old man with a receding hairline and a permanent scowl etched into his wrinkled features. The way he looked at Weiss and her mother the minute they entered his courtroom smacked of mistrust and derision. He had clearly already made up his mind how he was going to rule before striking the gavel a single time upon his bench.

“Insufficient evidence” was the official reason handed down for the dismissal of the charges leveled against Jacques Schnee. No matter how much time they wasted bantering back and forth, pointing to Weiss's scar on her cheek or corroborating stories, the judge sat with his head propped up by one arm, bored as if by a particularly dull radio program. He expressed similar disinterest in the counterarguments of their ties to the Dragons - which had terrified Weiss at first, but didn't seem to matter to anyone other than her and her father. The proceedings droned on and on into the late afternoon, until a completely arbitrary point at which the judge announced that he would retreat into his chambers to deliberate.

“I don't know,” Willow whispered in a quiet voice as they waited. Their state-appointed lawyer, a young man with mousy brown hair who looked like he ought to still be apprenticing rather than representing clients yet, had been largely no use and had no reassurances for them now. “Maybe… we'll still win after all.”

“Do you really think so, Mother? Father seems to have that judge completely wrapped around his little finger! It's as if nothing we said made its way past his ears and into his brain! Why even bother having a trial at all if it was going to go like this?”

“To keep up appearances.”

They both whirled to see Kali approaching, clothed in a dress much more conservative than typically graced her figure. Willow rushed forward and clasped hands with her, grateful to see a friendly face. “Kali, dear!”

“I came as soon as I heard. Blake phoned when you never came back from lunch, and I did some asking around.” Then she turned to rest a hand on Weiss's shoulder. “How are you holding up? Both of you.”

Weary to her core, Weiss told her, “Been better. I don't think we stand much of a chance… but I guess we'll know soon, won't we?”

Very soon. Not more than a handful of breaths after that, the bailiff came back out and waved for the waiting parties to return for the verdict. Kali bade them luck and let them wing off toward the courtroom.

Jacques looked slightly more haggard than when last Weiss saw him, but still not quite so wrung-out as one might expect him to after a stint in the local jail. His grey hair and mustache were much the same, cheeks and chin impeccably shaved. But there was a cold emptiness in his eyes that stretched far beyond what it had been when last they talked. She found herself recoiling from the sight, unsettled by the intensity. Her mother had looked at him so rarely during the civil trial that one might almost wonder if she failed to notice his presence. The complete lack of passion with which he spoke to both the judge and his family sounded like a completely different man than she remembered helping to raise her and her two siblings.

“Alright,” the judge sighed with a boredom that somehow outstripped the levels from before. “This court has reached its verdict.”

Both Schnee women held their breath. Things didn't look good, but sometimes people could surprise you. Maybe the judge always looked like that. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe…

“On the count of spousal assault, we find the defendant, Jacques Schnee… not guilty.” Even as an exasperated noise sounded from the rear of the courtroom, where Weiss was sure Kali had seated herself, the man went on, “On the count of child abuse, the court also finds him not guilty. As to the countersuit of assault leveled at Willow Schnee, the court rules that groundless. All charges against all parties are hereby dismissed.”

An instant later, Weiss shot to her feet and screeched, “You can't do this! He was going to kill us! And now he's going to do it, anyway!”

Her father chuckled as the bailiff approached to unlock his handcuffs, and the sound was sickening and awful. “Dear daughter, will have to have a talk about that mouth of yours once we get home. Perhaps I'll send you to bed without supper.”

Even while both Weiss and her mother opened their mouths to protest, the judge banged his gavel on the bench. “Order, order! Enough! You women can’t ever accept your place, can you?” Even while Weiss was feeling her eyebrows hiking upward into her hairline, he went on, “All families fight. Every time you get a little testy, that’s no call to haul us all in here for nothing. Go home and get used to each other again. This court is adjourned.”

Disbelief flooded through her veins. He actually won. In the face of irrefutable police evidence, he won the court case and was freed…

Except there hadn’t been any evidence. The officers testified as to the state they found the man, but somehow, any and all records of Weiss and her mother’s injuries had vanished. The entire thing had been a mockery, a circus meant to appease the legal procedures but still manipulate things to her father’s advantage.

“Hello, family,” Jacques said with a wide smile as he approached the both of them. A chill ran down Weiss’s spine but she held her ground; she knew that with so many policemen around - and some of them likely in his pocket - it would be suicide to do anything else. “I’ve missed you.”

“Husband,” Willow whispered. Weiss could hear the terror in every syllable.

“You made a little mistake, didn’t you? Ah, well. We all make mistakes. Now… let’s go home, shall we?”

As they turned toward the door, Kali moved to block their exit. The fear already in Weiss’s throat increased by a thousandfold - this could only go horribly.

“Excuse me,” her father bade her in a smooth tone.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Kali said with a curtsy. “Kali Belladonna.”

“Charmed. And why should I care?”

“That isn’t my place to say. But you should.” She stared at him evenly. Weiss glanced at her mother to see if she would introduce them further, or to remark on the situation… but she didn’t. And Kali didn’t glance at the other women at all.

“Mmm.” He gestured toward the doors, and after a moment, she bowed her head slightly with a polite smile and let him pass. “Thank you.”

“Oh… you shouldn’t do that at all.”

By the time her father turned to look at Kali again, she was making her way into a neighboring hallway. Weiss had the strongest feeling that she had engineered that entire exchange purely to unsettle the man, but without her around to ask, she had no way of knowing.

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The ride home was extremely tense. A few times, Jacques attempted to engage in small talk, and his wife would give one-word answers that never lent themselves to further discourse. Weiss stubbornly refused to say even that much. As far as she was concerned, this was even worse than having to pack into a hot, sweaty bus with the other cheerleaders to attend the away games.

“Now then,” he finally sighed as they pulled into the drive. “Things are going to be a bit different around here.”

“In what way?” his wife asked calmly.

“For starters, I insist I be treated with a little respect. The both of you seem to have forgotten who is the patriarch of this family - who is the breadwinner. As such, I believe that entitles me to a certain amount of deference. I expect my orders to be carried out, not argued with or refused.”

“Hmm.” That was it: just “hmm”. Weiss knew that her mother was disagreeing without openly stating as much.

Her father knew it, too. “Willow, this is not the time to be stubborn. Unless you need me to remind you of the judge’s words to us of less than an hour ago?”

“No, Jacques. I don’t.”

“Good. Glad that’s settled. Furthermore… Weiss, you will stop associating yourself with those nasty women immediately.” No response. “They are a criminal element, whether or not you wish to acknowledge that. It won’t do to have a Schnee connected to such matters.”

“Really?” Weiss piped up. “Doesn’t seem to stop you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Father, let’s not play games,” she went on in a falsely sweet voice that even turned her own stomach - not that it wasn’t turning all on its own. “You paid to have a man, pay a woman, to drug another woman, to stab me. Whom exactly is associating themselves with the criminal element?”

His already-chilled gaze dropped a few more degrees as they locked eyes in the rearview mirror. “Careful, young lady. Remember what sort of punishment you’re earning yourself.”

“Oh, you won’t be punishing me like that ever again. Ever. I may be your daughter, but I am no longer a child. And neither is your wife. Keep your meathooks to yourself!”

“I am the head of this family. If you girls can’t fall in line with the way things ought to be, the way things must be to ensure we all enjoy a respectable and prosperous future, then certain… corrections are in order, regrettable as they are.”

The both of them were still glaring at each other half a minute later when Weiss’s mother spoke up, “I’m not a girl.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not.” Blotchy red patches were flaring up in the cheek Weiss could see from her position in the back seat when she turned to glare daggers at the man. “I am not a child, Jacques.”

“I never said you were. But if you insist on behaving like one, you will be treated like one.”

“No, I will not. I won’t be… bent over your knee like a baby! That is beneath a w-woman of my age, and I am sorry if you find that frustrating, but… but I just can’t. Not anymore.”

He bared his teeth. “That tears it. You will be punished the moment we get inside the house. Both of you. And let’s not entertain any more ideas of you breaking vases over my head; I’ve had a word with the police department. Any further incidents such as those will be handled very differently. You would be the one behind bars, not I. So you will prostrate yourself before me and take your punishment for such insolence!”

“Ah,” she said as calmly as she could. “Then in that case, I won’t be going inside the house.”

Again, he was forced to ask, “Excuse me?”

“Weiss, we’re leaving. Come along.”

“Of course, Mother,” she said sweetly. She was tempted to repeat a rude gesture she had once seen in her father’s general direction, but decided that a poisonous smile worked just as well.

They both could easily guess that he wouldn’t let it go so easily. The women had scarcely reached the end of the drive when he boiled out of the car and stomped toward them, incensed. “You get back here this instant! I will not be ignored, and you will not destroy this family over some… some petty squabble!”

“Jacques… you’ve already destroyed this family.”

“Get back in that house now, Willow, and all will be forgiven,” he attempted, changing tactics. His anger still pulsed inside every word, but he was attempting to mask it with ice. “Your last chance for amnesty. The judge instructed us to start fresh, and we’d best attempt it now.”

“I don’t believe you. And,” she added when he opened his mouth to speak once more, “I have a promise to uphold. A promise I made myself.”

“Oh? And what promise might that be?”

Her arm draped over Weiss’s shoulder, drawing her close to her side. “That I would never fail to protect my daughter from you again. You do not see women as people. Whitley may choose for himself if he wishes to stay with you, or come with us; we’ll ring him at the school. But for now, I refuse to step foot inside the same house as you. I… may have been blind and deaf and dumb before, but that was cowardice, and my parenting was… I was inadequate. You took advantage of that, and kept me under your thumb. No more.”

“What?” He laughed, arms spread wide as he tried to work his way through his wife’s words one at a time. “I’m baffled. You’re talking utter nonsense. What advantage have I taken? Oh, perhaps what you mean is that I did my best not to allow your weakness to ruin my attempts at grooming our daughter to be a responsible citizen! That I have tried my best, against your combined efforts and inaction, to keep her from turning into a delinquent!”

“Think what you will. But any man who arranges to burn down a building, whether or not his own daughter is there… no. We won’t be living under the same roof for a moment - a second longer. Goodbye, Jacques.”

As they walked away, he shouted at their backs, “HAH! Where will you go, then? Nowhere! Imagine, my pampered little princesses living on the streets, hand-to-mouth! Absurd! You’ll be back, and then you’ll suffer the consequences of your… your betrayal! This house belongs to be, it's in my name, and you are at my mercy! Whether you like it or not!”

“Don’t look back,” her mother whispered in a trembling voice, trying to stay steady in her high-heeled pumps. “Keep walking.”

“Where are we going?” Weiss asked softly.

“To see if your friend is home. If she is, she can take us somewhere safe.”

A little flutter of fear welled up in her stomach. “What if Pyrrha’s still at practice?”

“Then… we’ll keep walking," she answered in a voice so close to tears that Weiss clutched her hand even tighter. "I don’t care where we end up, but it won’t be in his house. Never again.”

#princess and the dragons #1950s au #freezerburn fanfic #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants

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One Direction Pregnancy Series 14 ~ Talking About Names

Pregnancy Series Here

Harry (your pov) ~ "Ready to swap?" he asked, looking over to you where you were sprawled out on the couch beside him.

"In a minute. Be patient," you giggled, and turned slightly so he couldn't see the piece of notebook paper resting on your knees. You stuck the end of the blue-inked pen between your teeth and twisted it around, trying to think. Sneaking a glance at him, you saw him playfully roll his eye and look at his list again.

You wrote down one more name, Harper, before saying, "Her middle name will be Anne. It's not up for debate. Just letting you know." You took his hand in yours and began playing with his fingers and running the pad of your thumb over the edge of his unevenly cut nails. Since you has told him you were pregnant, he began biting his nails. He said it was due to stress from his demanding career, but you knew he was lying. He was scared to be a father, and it wasn't his fault. You were scared too.

"Like mum?" he whispered, smiling so his dimples showed.

You nodded, "Who else? Besides, she's amazing, and you and I both look up to her so much. I want our daughter to be like her, so it makes sense, doesn't it?" He leaned into your side and you quickly tucked your list under your thigh so he wouldn't see.

"Thank you," he mumbled into your arm before leaning up and kissing your cheek. You smiled, and caressed his face with your hands while placing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you, Harry. More than anything," you told him.

"I love you, more than anything," he said back.

"Now, first names?" You said, taking his list and handing him your's. He had quite a few names, over 20. It read: Ava, Isabella, Jayden, Alice, Olive, Ella, Luna, Waverly, Avalon, Sutton, Rylan Grace, Violet, Vera, Crysta, Kayden, Sienna, Rosemary, Lavender, Kali, Maisie, Cordelia, Ophelia, Raya, Tia, Lani

"I like Cecilia," he said. You nodded slowly, and read over his list again. You liked almost all of them, with nearly every name standing out to you. One in particular: Cordelia. It just sounds so strong, yet feminine. It's classic yet modern, and could be spunky. It would work well for a little girl to a grown woman. Cordelia Anne Styles. Your little Delia.

"Cordelia," You said suddenly, making him look up from your list. He looked at you with a smile.

"That was one of my favorites. And look, you have Delia on here." he said, excitedly pointed to the piece of paper in his lap.

"So, Cordelia?" you asked, leaning your head to the side and biting your lower lip to suppress a smile.

"I love it, yes. Our Cordelia. Do you think we can call her Cora? Or just Cor. I was also thinking as a nickname...."

Niall (your pov) ~ "Ooh!" You screeched out, startled. Your fork dropped to your plate as you clutched your chest over your heart.

"What happened?" Niall asked frantically, obviously worried. You shook your head a little and stifled a laugh. He placed a hand over yours, which now rested directly over your belly button. Here in the secluded booth at the back of an extremely expensive restaurant, it was safe from anyone seeing you because of the curtain that was drawn. You were thankful for that. No rumors about you or Niall in the tabloids.

"The baby scared me, that's all," you smiled, "Little Horan's quite strong."

"Got a little footballer in there, I reckon, mate!" Louis exclaimed, a smile spread across his features. Niall laughed and nodded frantically.

"I'm hopin' so," he said, grinning from ear to ear. You could see the pride in his eyes when he looked at you and the baby. Despite the baby not even being born yet, neither of you could love them more.

"Any names yet?" Louis' girlfriend asked. You turned to Niall and smiled.

"Yeah, a few. Can we get your opinion?" You asked, hoping they would say yes. Picking names proved to be harder than you expected. Even harder when you needed to pick one for both genders that you loved equally. It was difficult to find something that both you and Niall agreed on and actually liked.

"Of course!" She squealed, clearly excited to have anything to do with your baby.

"Well, uh-" you began, but Niall quickly cut you off.

"For a boy, I like Cian or Luke. But she doesn't." He told Louis, his girlfriend, and Liam who had just slipped back into the booth returning from the toilet. He playfully scowled at you, making you laugh a bit.

"Come on! Cian Horan? That sounds awful," you pointed out, receiving agreeing nods from Louis and his girlfriend. But not Liam; he was immersed in his phone.

"Ya, well that name you like - Braylen - it sounds like a girls name." Again, they nodded, agreeing. You sighed, once again reminded of how difficult the naming process is.

"What about for girls?" Louis asked.

"I like Bella," you piped in, earning quick shakes of the head from everyone around the table, including Liam.

"We talked about this, Y/N," Niall sighed, dropping his hand onto your thigh. "That was a girl in Twilight. We can't name our baby that." You laughed a little, remembering the first conversation you had about the topic.

"How about just talk about what you both like instead of what you disagree on?" Liam suggested in a duh tone.

"Please," Louis seconded.

"Okay. We both like Jett for a boy, right?" Niall said, looking to you for approval. You nodded.

"Jett? Where'd you two get that?" Louis asked with a small chuckle.

"We read it in a baby book, its nice. Jett Horan. It has a ring to it. We like it."

"I actually like that." Liam said, all heads turning to him. "You should name him that. If he's a boy, you know."

"Ya, I like that." Naill said, with an approving grin on his face.

"What about girls?" Louis asked.

"We both like Olivia." Niall shrugged.

Liam shook his head. "No, the song. It's weird, mate. What else you got?"

"Ella?" You suggested, remembering talking about that with Niall.

"No, that sucks, too. How about something classic and elegant, like Naomi or Lucille?" You all looked at him in surprise, not knowing he could come up with names like that so fast.

"Naomi? Naomi. Naomi Horan." You repeated the name, letting it sink in. You actually adored it, the ring to it.

"We could call her Nomi! Oh, that's so adorable!" Niall squealed, sounding like a girl. You laughed, and kissed him deeply, knowing you just found the names for your baby.

"Jett or Naomi. I love them." You said.

"Well, we weren't much help, then." Louis sighed, sinking lower and lower under the table. You laughed, knowing it was Liam who proved to be the help.

Liam (your pov) ~ "This is actually really scary," You said, bending your knees so you could pull at your toes. A pillow was tucked under you neck and you had a thin throw covering half of your body.

"Why do you say that, sweetheart?" Liam asked from beside you on the comfy couch in your living room. The light from street cast shadows on his face. The yellow lights colored his messy hair that was still damp from his shower half an hour ago, and you could't help but reach up and run your fingers through it.

He leaned his head to the side and looked at you with a crooked smile as you lied back down. You stretched your legs out onto his lap and he ran his hand under your fluffy fleece pajama pants and over the soft skin of you shins. "It's just strange to think that whatever name we give him, he'll have it for his whole life. Like, what if- now I hope this doesn't happen, but it's a possibility- he absolutely hates his name. Or what if it doesn't suit him? Or what if we pick something really stupid and then realize how ugly it is. Or-"

He started laughing, and you smiled, "What? It could happen!"

"I promise, we will pick the perfect name, and he will have no other option than to love it," he reassured you, and began rubbing your feet to get you to relax.

"That feels really good, babe," you told him before sipping at you hot chocolate, careful not to spill it all over yourself since you were only partially sitting up.

"I'll only keep doing this if you read me the names you like from the book?" he said, taking the mug from you and taking a small sip. You scrunched up your nose, not wanting to have to worry about names right now. But his foot massage felt really good, so you picked up the book from the floor below you and flipped through the pages for evidence of your pen markings.

"Okay, uh. Oh, here we go. I liked this one: Samuel. But now I don't think so. It's too common and mainstream, don't you think?"

"I-" he began, but you began talking again.

"It is. Okay, I also liked Cooper. Cooper Payne...Nah. I don't like it. Ummmm...here's another; I read it online and thought it was kind of cute, Breccan. It's kind of cute. Huh?" He merely shook his head with a small frown and let you continue rambling. "There's Caleb, too. It's functional, but I don't like it that much. Same with Casper. I really don't know what I want." You sighed, your frame shaking. The room was getting darker by the minute as the sun set over the city. The large windows in the room only let you see the glare of the lights on the glass. It was all a blur with the sprinkling rain hitting the side of the building.

"It's all so confusing and there are so many. Like you go online and there are a million pages to look through. And this damn book it about a thousand pages- as big as Moby Dick. I'm actually really scared to have a baby, Liam. It's scary- damn scary. We can't mess up. Not even a bit."

"We knew it wouldn't be easy, Y/N. But we knew what we were getting in to. We can do this, you and me. We're going to be the bestest, coolest, most loving parents out there," he paused and looked at the window with you. His words were calming, but you couldn't shake the fear that you had dug yourself too far in. When you looked at him, he was staring at the rain, beginning to fall faster, hit the windows. "You know what name I've always liked? Dominic. I don't know why. It's nice, though."

Louis (your pov) ~ "Why does this have to be so difficult? I don't want to fight with you," you sighed, closing your eyes and leaning back against the many pillows stacked against the headboard of the bed. You lied your hands over your stomach and smoothed your shirt over the large curve.

"We're picking names, darling. It should be fun, I know. Break?" he suggested, mimicking your actions. But instead of a pile of pillows to fall on, he hit his head on the wood of the headboard. All the pillows were behind you, working to ease the pain in your lower back.

"No, I want this done. Keep looking through your book," you instructed, and continued flipping the through the pages of yours. Your mum had sent you a book she got online. It was a nice gesture, but you had already bought one. You decided to give one to Louis and kept one for yourself, so it would be easier to compare names.

He obeyed, and moved on to the K's. You were still on the D's, since you were always too tired from your pregnancy to really look through the names and process them after long days of interviews and following the boys around at their concerts.

"Who gave you these? They don't even help. He sighed, but moments later, he asked, "Kai?" You shook your head, and he moved on.

"Dillan?" He shook his head, so you turned the page.

"Kyle?" You shook your head, your nose scrunched in dislike. He sighed, and went on to the L's.

"Dude is in here! What is that?" You laughed, and moved on to the E's.

"Lawson?"

"Lawson Tomlinson?" you repeated, hoping he would see what was wrong with the name. He nodded, having a sudden realization, and crossed something out with the pen he'd been chewing on.

"Edward?" you asked, beginning to become tired. Your eyelids were sagging, so you had to work to fight the sleep.

"No. What about Finn? I've always liked that." you looked at him, thinking about calling your little boy by that name. Finn, get back here! Finn, don't do that. It was definitely easy to say, but the n sounds at the end of the name and the last name sounds strange. Finn Tomlinson.

"Sounds strange, but I like it. A lot." You told him.

"What sounds strange? I think it sounds fine."

"The 'n' sounds, I guess. Both names end in 'n'."

"Finley is in here too. Finley Tomlinson. Gets rid of the 'n' sound but we can still call him Finn."

The name was sinking in, and you perked up. No longer tired, you leaned over and kissed Lou's cheek. "I really love that, actually. Do you?" He nodded, and kissed your lips passionately. After pulling away, you said, "I love you."

"Love you more. Now get some sleep. We still need a middle name," he said. You saw a faint smile on his lips as he flipped the switch for the lamp in the bedside table.

"Middle name will be easy," you said, and he turned the light back on.

"Got any ideas?"

"No, but I know what it's going to be." He looked at you confused, and you smirked, shaking your head. "I thought it would be obvious."

"What?"

"Jay. Finley Jay Tomlinson. For your mum." You smiled, and you could tell Louis was getting emotional.

"It's perfect. I absolutely love it." He said, tenderly kissing you.

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