#and we'll just look at each other. and I'll laugh as you sob. Trying to figure out why you were left behind with me

[actual-corpse]

Telling people you're Christian: Blasè, dated, wrong. Instant dislike.

Telling people you're a true follower of Christ: Idk... What I'm saying but I'm trying to make a point about Christians not actually following the teachings of Christ and if they were True followers then they wouldn't be so far up everyone's ass with controlling and hateful policies like...

Homophobes think more about gay sex than actual gay people! And they're way too concerned about genitals.... and they're really creepy about children... ACTUAL children.

The projection is REAL. The call is coming from INSIDE THE HOUSE! You're the problem! You're the person you're scared of!

They freak out over people "forcing trans on kids" as if they themselves aren't forcing unnecessary surgeries onto Intersex babies!!! Transphobes are the ones forcing kids to transition!!

If they truly believed in their "God" then they would not mutilate intersex babies! Because they would believe God made them that way and that they were special or whatever idfk.

IT ISN'T ABOUT THE BIBLE! THEY JUST WANT CONTROL!!! How the FUCK are you gonna say something was "God's plan" and then mutilate a baby?!?!? They deny their children life-saving medical treatment bc it's "God's plan" but then in the same breath mutilate intersex babies... put them on hormones that make them sick... just so they can be "normal".

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Angel Calling

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You've formed a friendship with Brooklyn's most fearsome mob boss. But he isn't James Barnes, White Wolf, head of the Barnes Family Crime Syndicate. No. To you, he's just Bucky and he'll be there whenever you call.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky usually doesn't step in when it comes to interrogations but this one was different. Sam and Joaquin managed to find the mole in his organization. Said mole would relay any information about the workings within the Barnes Family to Hydra, sabotaging any efforts for Bucky and his family to continue to reign over Brooklyn.

So things were tense and the mole, his former lawyer, Sitwell, was slumped in a chair, bloodied and bruised.

Bucky had forgone his blazer jacket, the sleeves of his black turtleneck rolled up to his elbows. His pinky ring with his family's sigil on not was caked in blood, a mix of Sitwells and Bucky's, but mainly Sitwells.

The older man sobs, "Please, just kill me," after Bucky lands another blow to his body.

Bucky straightens up, a devilish smirk on his face, "You think I'd make it easy for you after all the shit you pulled? After how well my family and I paid you to help cover up for us? Nah, buddy. This is your own fault. You thought Hydra could save you, but you're just scum to them," Bucky punches the man again, "My family and I were generous to you and this is how you return the favor?!" Another punch to the cheek, blood dripping onto the pavement.

A shrill ringing suddenly echoes within the warehouse and Bucky glares to his men behind him. Joaquin immediately searches the pockets of Bucky's jacket. When he pulls out the phone, he turns it to his boss, "It's her, sir."

Bucky's eyes immediately softens when he sees your name on his screen. He then turns to Sitwell's unconscious body, "Saved by the bell," he murmurs.

Sam tosses Bucky a towel and gives Joaquin a nod. Joaquin accepts the call and puts you on speaker.

"Hey, angel, you okay?"

"...don't say you told me so but-"

"Your car finally die?" Bucky answers with a smirk as he wipes as much blood from his hands as possible.

"...yes."

Bucky snorts, "Where are you?"

"Literally a few blocks away from my apartment, which is the most annoying thing. It couldn't have waited to die after I got home?! Anyway, if you and your guys can help me push the car-"

"Angel, we're not pushing your car down a few blocks. I'll pick you up and have one of my tow guys get your car."

"Bucky," you give him a warning tone.

"Angel," he gives the same energy back.

"It's fine, Bucky," you try to reason with the mob boss even though you know you probably won't win. Bucky is incredibly persuasive.

"I got it handled, angel. Let me do this. I like to take care of my friends." When he says this, Joaquin and Sam give each other a look and Bucky give them a finger. The other two men snicker.

"I'll let you pay half for the repair costs," you compromise.

Bucky scoffs, "Repairs? Nah, angel, we're getting you a new car."

You sigh, and Bucky imagines you shaking your head, "We'll discuss it when you pick me up. I'll send you my location."

"Alright. I'll see you in a bit. Just wait inside your car. Lock the doors and keep that pocket knife I gave you in hand."

"Yes, sir! See you soon. Bye!"

"Bye," Bucky replies and ends the call.

Sam makes kissing noises and Joaquin laughs. Bucky rolls his eyes at the two, "Shut the fuck up." He looks over his shoulder to the still slumped, unconscious Sitwell, "Keep an eye on him. Ask him more questions if or when he wakes. I'm gonna clean up a bit more and head out."

"Sounds good. Say hi to your angel for us!" Joaquin says as Bucky heads to the bathroom to scrub off the remaining blood from his hands.

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You jolt away when you hear a knock on your window. You see Bucky standing there with a teasing smirk. You roll your eyes and open the door, "You scared me."

"You shouldn't have fallen asleep. Something could've happened to you."

"I was tired from work and you took too long!"

"It took me twenty minutes to get here, angel."

"Well that twenty minutes was the longest twenty minutes of my life!

Bucky playfully rolls his eyes and rests his hands on his hips, "Okay, we going or not? Grab your stuff. I don't want you freezing out here any longer."

You grab your work bag and purse, and hand them to Bucky. He guides you to the passenger seat of his matte black Rolls Royce. He opens the door for you and lets you slip into the car. He hands you your stuff and then shuts the door.

He swiftly goes to the driver's side, getting into the car and starting it. He cranks the heat up all the way. He saw you shivering in your car. As the heat spreads throughout the vehicle, your shivering decreases.

You look to Bucky in appreciation, "Thanks for getting me. No one else was answering since it's late."

He quickly glances at you with a soft grin, "I'll always answer when you call, angel."

A warmth spreads through your chest and you know it's not from the car's heater.

The car ride is short since you only live down the next few blocks. Bucky parks on the street and immediately rushes to your side to help you out of the car. He grabs your bags and follows you to the front door where you punch in your code and the door swings open.

"Come up with me so I can bandage your hands," you point to his right knuckles that are covered in cuts.

"I'll be fine."

"Then at least have a drink with me and we can talk about a new car."

A grin appears on Bucky's face, "I'll humor you into thinking I'm going to let you pay for any portion of your new car."

"I'm not easily swayed, Barnes."

"Don't I know it," Bucky replies as he follows you into the building and towards the elevator. You stand beside each other as the lift reaches to the fifth floor.

In a comfortable silence, Bucky follows you to your apartment. As soon as the door opens, your cat, Willow, gives you scolding meows since it's passed her feeding time.

"I know, honey. I know, I'm sorry!" you rush to grab her food and scoop it into her feeding bowl. She happily scarfs down her food as Bucky bends down, giving soft pets to your cat.

"She's so cute."

"She's a menace, but I love her," you say as you head to the kitchen, "Beer or whiskey?"

"Beer, please!"

You grab a bottle from the fridge and fill a glass of water for yourself. You hand Bucky the bottle as he plops onto your couch.

"So, for the car, I don't need anything fancy or super expensive. Literally just a normal car that runs, has good mileage, and doesn't require a shit ton of gas."

Bucky chuckles as he opens the beer bottle with his metal prosthetic, "I'll take you to a few dealerships tomorrow. You don't work on Thursdays, right?"

You look at him in surprise, "Yeah...you remember my schedule?"

He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant, "Just in case," he mumbles, sipping from his beer.

"Anyway, yeah, I think it's best you come with me to the dealership anyway. Because sales people will try to get one over me because I'm a woman," you roll your eyes in annoyance.

"Well, all the local places know me so they'll know not to give you a shit deal."

"Sweet," you say in excitement.

Willow, done with her meal, hops onto the couch and onto Bucky's lap. She sniffs him and looks up at him expectantly, giving him a meow.

"She wants you to pet her," you translate for him.

He chuckles, "Well how can I say no to an adorable face like that?" he says, scratching Willow behind the ear, which she loves. She leans into his touch and it melts Bucky's heart.

You snicker, "If only your friends could see you now."

"If you tell any of them this, I will deny everything."

You laugh, "Don't want everyone to know what an absolute softie you are. Bucky?"

"I'm only like this when it comes to you, angel," he says.

"Hmm," is all you respond with. You turn away from Bucky and the air shifts.

Bucky gently picks up Willow up and places her on the floor. He turns his body towards you, "I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"You're so confusing, Bucky."

"Huh?"

"Or maybe I'm just stupid. Or both. I don't know."

"What do you mean?"

You let out a deep breath and turn your body to face him, "One moment, I think you're flirting with me and it seems like you like me. But then the next, you keep mentioning how we're friends and you like to treat your friends a certain a way. I just-I dunno. It's hard to process how I'm feeling with how your actions and your words don't match up."

It's true. Bucky has been holding himself back. He does like you. He really does, but he's also scared. You're a civilian, a completely normal person. Whereas he was born and raised in a prominent crime family. He leads a dangerous life and he's scared to get you involved in his shit. But he also loves spending time with you and talking to you, it makes him feel normal.

Bucky runs his fingers through his shoulder length dark brown hair, "You're right. I haven't been very clear on where I stand in this...thing between us. The truth is...I like you. A whole lot, angel. I didn't expect for things to go this way. I didn't expect you to stick around after finding out who I really was, but it's nice being with you. In my crazy hectic world, everything is so loud and busy. But when you, I feel peace and there's silence.

"Truth is, angel, I've fallen for you. I just don't want you to get caught up in my shit. But I also can't seem to stay away from you."

You scoot closer to him, placing your hand on top of his metal one, "I really like you too, Bucky. And I understand where you're coming from. I'll admit that what you do is scary to me, but I also trust you enough to keep me safe."

"So...do you wanna try this out?"

You nod, "Yeah. I do."

"Great," he says breathlessly, eyes darting to your lips, "Can I-"

"Please," you mumble before pressing your lips to his.

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Bucky holds a gun to the man's head, a deadpan expression on his face as the man begs for his life.

"I swear, it was only the one time! I-" his words get cut off as Bucky's phone rings. Bucky looks over his shoulder to see Sam holding up his phone. A picture of you and "My Angel" on the screen. A grin breaks out onto Bucky's face.

He turns to the man, "Enough of this," he pulls the trigger, the man falling back onto the pavement with a bullet in his head.

Bucky walks over to Sam, trading the gun for his phone, "Hello, my beautiful angel."

You giggle, "Hey, Big Man. Just making sure you're coming over for dinner right?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'll be coming over in an hour and I can help you cook."

"You don't have to help, Bucky."

"I want to."

"Softie."

"Only for you," he replies with a soft grin.

"Alright. I'm gonna start prepping. Say hi to the guys for me. Bye!"

"Will do. See you soon. Bye!"

When Bucky ends the call, he points a finger at Sam and Joaquin, "Not a word!"

The two men laugh as Bucky walks away. He's ready to spend the rest of his night with you, his angel.

[halaboyz]

did you like her in the morning?, yunho

ateez bf! yunho x fem! reader angst angst angst angst (pre-breakup) wc: 1.5k warnings: desperation idk, mentions of cheating, a whole lot of cursing, mention of k-word and d-word for the sake of the argument a/n: you voted for him YOU GOT IT ! this has two POVs, the other one (the actual arranged marriage) is here ! i think this hurts more idk !!! don't ask me ,, i alternately use jeong and yunho in the dialogues bc "jeong!!" feels a little bit more powerful and "yunho" seemed soft so don't bash my head for that !!

"...Can we talk?" Yunho calls over the phone a few minutes of silence after the line got connected. He sounded awfully serious, yet so soft-spoken.

"Of course, Love. What time do you get home?" You coo, staying calm amidst the anxiety building up. "I've also got groceries I just picked up to cook so if you want to eat something, tell me,"

"No, y/n. I meant now. Can we talk now?" You hear him sigh, and you could make out in your head that he was slightly shaking his head and massaging his forehead.

"Okay, since you seem so head-straight about it. What is it?" You surrender, putting your groceries down and sitting on the couch. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. We just need to talk," Yunho quickly shuts you down, as if he was in a rush to let everything out. "I... I'm not going home."

"..Okay? We'll see each other tomorrow night though, right?"

"No, I meant I'm not going home. Anymore." And silence. It wasn't even supported with any explanation. Any kind, any type. As if you were just to accept what he's saying.

"What do you mean, Yunho?"

"I'm not going to go home anymore, y/n. Not anymore." It was that simple. It was just like that. Told like news, and he wasn't even fazed while you were nearly on your knees to understand.

"Love, I don't understand. What do you mean you're not coming home? Hmm?" Your voice wavered as you begged for him to say something.

"I'm not going home anymore, y/n. What's so hard to understand?" He exasperatingly replies, making you furrow your brows.

"I asked what you fucking meant! Make me understand, Yunho! You can't just drop a bomb like this and act like I'm the dumb one here!" You exclaim through the phone, jumping on your feet and then going back and forth the living room and the front door. "I know we're not getting along the past few weeks but god, Yunho. Let's at least work it out,"

"I'm getting engaged, y/n." You wait. You wait, and wait, and wait. For further excuses. Further explanations. Anything. If you thought that the words 'I'm not going home anymore,' was a bomb, this was self-destruction. You shouldn't have asked, huh?

But when it was followed with nothing but silence and his sighs, you scoff in disbelief.

"...That's it?" You just... held on. He was being ridiculously funny that an insignificant, lifeless laugh comes out of you.

"Dad set us up."

"So, that's it?" You reply quickly when all he does was take his time sculpting an acceptable answer, but he was greatly failing at it. So when you replied that quickly, he doesn't try anymore. "Come home, Yunho."

"No, y/n."

"Come home and fucking explain looking at me in the eyes, Yunho. I'm not going to make any engagement happen if you're not going to come home, Jeong. So come home if you really want that and, end us. I'll even pack your things with my own two fucking hands," And you were stern. Yet you mean the other way around.

Just to prove something, you don't want him to come home. So that no engagement was going to happen in your territory. As you end the call in a hurry, you fall down to your knees as you sob, it was better to sob all by yourself than have Yunho standing in front of you in minutes, hours...

To which he is.

As you were hugging your knees, unable to move from your place on the floor leaning on the couch, you hear your front door opening to your horror.

Yunho, standing tall and mighty before you, as if he even dropped everything just to come home. To come home and end everything; to come home and ruin you.

He stared right at you, love long left his eyes. It was clear through your teary eyes, and it wasn't as hard for him to let go as it was with you.

"You want to leave so bad you really came home, huh?" A chuckle of some sort leaves your lips, wiping your tears.

"Are we going to make things hard for the both of us, y/n?" He starts, and he doesn't break eye contact as he slowly steps closer to you. Close enough to hear him better, far enough not to reach him to hold him back.

"It's not hard for me though, Yunho." You say out, coming as a whisper that shakes. "It's not hard for me holding on to you, Yunho. I've loved you all these years and we've had rough patches too, but it was never hard for me to always, always choose you."

You've come to think Yunho's silence was a tinge of hesitation, or so you hope. Because Yunho doesn't respond.

"You don't look like you're having a hard time too, only that we meant totally different things." You chuckle lifelessly, sniffing. "You don't look like you're having a hard time letting go of the woman you dated for five years."

"Y/n. Stop it. It wasn't an easy decision,"

"Wasn't an easy decision, for whom, Jeong?!" You've risen up to your feet to step closer to him and have him a good look of your disheveled appearance. "You're twenty-five for fuck's sake! Would your dad kill you if you went against him for once?!"

Your pushes were harsh and so you wanted it to be painful as well. But god you wished these number of pushes that hurt him amounted to the pain you were also carrying.

"Would you die if you fought for us once, Jeong?!" Yunho tries grabbing your arms but you only broke away. "You gave them the right of the decision, but how about me, Jeong?! How about me?! Am I invisible or something?! Because for all I know, I'm still fucking here!" Falling to your demise as your knees hit the floor once again.

And Yunho just watches.

"...I'm still here, Yunho..." Your hands grab his index finger ever so desperately to hold on to him. It was like hanging to your life. Because everyone knows he was your life. He was someone you'd choose a hundred times over, return to earth for, and die a million times for.

Yet he can't do anything for you. He can't fight for you, he can't stay for you, he can't.

"I wish you'd fight for us like how I do, Yunho..." You sob helplessly, leaning your forehead into his hand that you held.

Yunho watches. Just watches. You had no idea how he felt, or what he was thinking. You don't even get to think about that. You were overwhelmed with your own, so how could you even think of him now?

"We were meant to end this way or that way, y/n," Yunho mumbles, head turning to his side to avoid looking at you.

"...So you took the way you'd ruin me best," You nod unknowingly, hands slowly slipping away from his finger. "Okay."

Yunho looks at you, and how your hands slowly dropped.

"Leave." It barely leaves your lips. You don't want him to, of course, but you were done.

You were done fighting for someone who can't do the same for you. You were done holding on to something you're only slipping away on.

With courage, you meet his eyes once again as you stretch your neck up in dejection. And for the first time when Yunho step inside your shared apartment, you saw emotion in his eyes.

That is, of empathy.

He looked at you as if you were such a pitiful thing, in denial of what he made you.

In ruins. Who was taking each of her broken parts and hugging it all in desperation to keep it and everything together.

He made you like that. And now was he thinking that this is the reason why he took the easy way out.

Because if you took much longer to stay, to find more reasons to love each other, and someday just find you or Yunho in this position of yours, in despair, in shambles, and probably much even worse, he'll take the easy way out. He always will.

And you didn't deserve that now, nor will you ever.

"Leave," So you glue all your broken parts and glare at the man you loved, you once ever so loved, stern in tone and harsh in glare. "And like I said, I'll even pack all of your things for you. So leave, Jeong."

You may or may not have, still, prayed for him to stay. For the last one.

But when he doesn't, and your met with his back scrambling to the front door and closing it, you can't help another surge of tears flow as your broken parts get much more broken than it was before.

So much for gluing it back together for a mere thirty seconds.

He left in thirty seconds.

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[tinydefector]

Transformers kinktober Day 1

Exhibitionisn (ROTB Mirage)

Mirage/reader/ Noah

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, valveplug, Feeling up, cumming from touch.

@tf-kinktober2024

Day 2

The next fic should be the update to the marine centre tomorrow night.

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Car shows had always been something that fascinated Mirage, he had seen them a few times but never taken the opportunity to visit one himself. But trying to convince Noah to go with him to one was hard enough. He needed a human to enter into them even if it was just one of those ones where he sat there and got to look pretty.

"Oh come now, Nooooaaaaahhh" Mirage nearly whines out, draping himself artfully across the beat up car Noah was currently working on restoring for some cash. "You know you want to! All the shiny cars, you can look around and chat up some people." 

Optics cycle wide in an exaggerated plea, glossa clicking cheekily. “Don't you want to show off your pretty Porsche?. I'll make it worth your while, hmm? Give you a ride you'll never forget..." He moves to lay across the cab, a soft purr vibrating in his intake. "Come on, it'll be fun! Live a little " 

"Mirage I'm not taking you to essentially a car porn show" Noah calls out while moving around the Garage looking for different tools and parts. " not to mention I still haven't finished half the work on you, cause you won't sit still, you paint looks good but ya insides!" He huffs out while fidgeting with a touch and spark plugs.

"Awww, Noah, don't be such a bore! It's not car porn, it's car appreciation."

 "And besides, you know you love fine-tuning me - I'm your favourite Porsche to tinker with, admit it!" Revving his engine in a playful chuff, Mirage moves over the car leaning down to try and press himself against Noah's back. 

 "We can make a date for it! bring baby with us and everything. Please? Pretty please?" glossa flicking Noah's cheek in a cheesy fight to gain his attention. "Ewww don't like me!" He shouts at the cybertronian. Jumping back to try and keep his distance from the mech. "You're a pest, why do I even keep you around!" He shouts, had the two not known each other well someone would have assumed Noah was angry. 

Mirage reels back with an overblown gasp, aervo flying to his chestplate. "Noah, how could you wound me so! I thought what we had was special." His expression crumples into one of utter devastation, lip quivering theatrically as optics begin to shimmer with nonexistent tears. "All I want is to spend quality time with my boy. Is that really so much to ask?"

Collapsing onto the floor in a dramatic sprawl. "You might as well sell me for scrap, if I mean so little to you! See if I care, I'll - I'll just..." Noah is quicker than Mirage with his own comeback. "Keep it up and I just might, got someone who'd pay good for you" he shot back while rolling his eyes as he moved around to find the spanners and socket wrench he needed. It was playful teasing. 

The fake sobs cut off with an indignant squawk at Noah's quip. "You wouldn't dare! I'm a Porsche, not some rusted beater!" 

"10k Take it or leave it Noah" their lover calls out as they walk into the garage. "Hey handsome" they coo while walking up to Mirage. He sits up hastily, batting away nonexistent tears to throw them a dazzling grin scooping them up into his arms. " light of my existence! Tell this sparkless fleshie he needs to take me to the car show this weekend."

Revving his engine playfully. "Besides, 10k? I'm worth twice that, easy. Make it 20 and we've got a deal." It earns a laugh from them as they move towards mirage.  "Ahh but 10k would be a steal for me" they hum while pressing a kiss to his lips. "Hi baby missed you"  It earns a groan from Noah. "Don't work him up he's a nuances already, keeps pestering me about car shows" Noah calls out.

Mirage trills happily at the kiss, Weaving his arm around their waist, Mirage pulls them in close. "I'd be on my best behaviour, promise! We'll check out all the sweet rides and get to sit pretty for you two, come on I want to do something where I get to feel special outside of being an alien on your planet”

Mirage whirs and clicks pleadingly. "One little car show?" 

"Come on Noah! Look at that face, you can't say no to that face" they whines, walking up and slumping against the human man, Pressing a kiss to his cheek "Come on it will be fun, unless you have something else you'd rather do" Noah sighs deeply, giving his love a look. But he has to admit, it was getting harder and harder to say no to those faces. 

"Alright, fine! You win." He throws up his hands in defeat, though a small smile plays at his lips. "We can check out the car show this weekend."

Mirage lets out an ecstatic whoop, scooping Noah and Baby up in a hug that has them dangling off the ground. 

That's what had led up to the show and shine. Mirage sat in line with his hood up with Noah working on his engine, doing little tuning and checks. Mirage's other lover hat in the passenger seat handling Noah tools when he asked for them. "Easy Raj, don't get too excited" they hum while their fingers dance along Mirage's interior teasingly.  

Mirage revs his engine impatiently as Noah putters around under his hood, not at all accustomed to staying still for so long. Mirage lets out a plaintive little whine barely above a whisper. "You're killing me, baby!" he pleads. 

A couple stop to talk with Noah for a moment but neither Mirage or his other lover pay much attention as their hands begin to teasingly trace over the gear stick and centre console. 

"You're the one who wanted to come here now you have to suffer" they call teasingly. Mirage revs his engine in protest, though it comes out more like a stalling sound. “sorry, still doing a lot of work on this beauty,  going to have weird noises till we can get them fixed or tune them out” they call out casually to the people who take interest in watching Noah work. 

He grumbles softly as Noah pats his hood with a quiet chuckle, as he shows Mirage's engine and equipment off. "Really starting to regret begging you slaggers to bring me. This is torture!" Mirage whines through the radio hoping it isn't too loud for anyone to hear. 

Mirage stifles a needy groan building in his intake. His plating buzzes wherever Noah's hands dig deeper into the engine bay looking for different areas, but never fully working on another.  "You two are pure evil, I hope you know that," he manages, though his tone holds no malice. If anything, it's downright desperate with want. 

His entire frame vibrates to contain the urge to transform and pounce on them both right then and there in front of so many humans, they were doing it to spite him kneoing full well he couldn't do anything. 

more. "You going to overload huh?" They teases, enjoying watching the mech suffer as both themself and Noah tease. “hmmm might have to play with these vents a little” they coo while fingers dance over them. A squeal like a fan belt leaves Mirage onto for a stalling sound before his enough settles again. 

"You both know exactly what you're doing," he gasps softly, intake heaving. His engine races, Whining needily. Their hand moved much slowly along his interior, working him while Noah played with his engine. It makes his spike ache in need as trans fluid leaks from him.

They've wound him so tightly to the brink that all he can do is tremble helplessly, unable to move or even grab them to interface with. “So close, don't stop..."  It's an exquisite agony, being restrained without being status cuffed. "Mmm good boy, is that an overload for us?" Noah purrs at him. Mirage's vision whites out in bliss as waves of ecstasy wash over him, cresting higher than he thought possible. Locked in the throes of release wrung from him by his human's adept hands. 

His trembling fades slowly, Rebooting lazily, Mirage lets out a pleasured sigh, every nerve singing with afterglow. "Raj you alright, you haven't short circuited?" They ask softly, running a hand over his steering wheel. Mirage can't help but purr lazily in reply, humming engines struggling to reboot after such an intense pleasure crash. 

"Give me a klik, I'm still rebooting," he mumbles, Shuddering one last electrical aftershock, Mirage slowly flickers back to awareness. "You absolute glitches! Springing an overload on me" He huffs out only for his little lovers to laugh in amusement.  

 "Aww Raj, don't be like that you wanted to go to the show and Shine, you got your little moment to show and shine. Noah told you it was a car porn show" they tease, Noah makes a choking noise in amusement as he finishes up by giving mirage a quick under crage wipe. 

"Don't remind me, I should've known better than to trust you!” He gives them a final huff. "Let's get out of here and blow. I need to blow off some steam after that” he grumbles but no malice is in his voice.  He's rather content and weightless in his own sense. 

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The invinsible princess | Chapter 4

“Tenerife”

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“You are so lucky, Sofía.”

“Why?” I chuckle.

“Because you get to leave scorching hot Madrid to go to Tenerife and enjoy the beach!” Leonor says. 

“It's gonna be just for two days, tho. I don't know if I'll see much of the beach.”

“Two days are enough to disconnect from this horrible weather” she sighs.

“We’ll plan a little trip there next time the weather sucks here in Madrid either because it is too hot or too cold.”

“Promise?”

“I do. A princess always keeps her promises.”

“What?” she laughs.

“It's… it's nothing. Something silly Pedri told me when we met and that we've kept telling each other since then.”

“Aww, cute” Leonor smiles. “And speaking of him… Are you nervous about meeting his parents?”

Because that basically is the reason why I am going to Tenerife for just a couple of days. I am going to meet his parents for the first time. His mother overheard him talking about me with his brother and… well. It was just simply impossible to lie to her, so before he leaves for the pre-season, we decided to go pay them a quick visit.

“I am… My necklace” I gasp when my hand instinctively moves to touch it.

“What?”

“My necklace, Leonor. It's gone.”

“The banana one?”

“Yes!” I say, getting up from my bed, where we have been chilling together, and shaking my clothes just in case it was tangled on them. “Oh my God, Leonor. If I've lost it…”

“We'll find it, don't worry” she says as I take off my hoodie, hoping to feel or see the necklace somewhere. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“What about your joggers? Have you checked them?” she says as she also gets up from the bed and checks my sweatshirt just in case I missed it.

“What?”

“Maybe the chain broke and rolled down your back” she shrugs.

“I… urgh” I say, taking them off. “Nothing. It isn't on me. Leonor…”

“No, Sofía. No” she says, threatening me with her finger. “No crying. We haven't lost hope yet.”

“But…”

“No” she says. “When was the last time you noticed you were wearing it?”

“I don't know… I… Ummm… Last night!”

“Last night? Are you sure?” 

“Yes! I woke up to go to the bathroom and the little banana was tangled in my hair”

“Do you remember feeling it when you went back to bed?”

“I don't know, I was half asleep. But… maybe?”

“Ok… Then this is what we will do. We'll first check the bed, and if we don't find it there, we'll check the bathroom.”

“And if we don't find it there either?” I ask.

“Then we'll retrace what you've done today. You haven't left the palace, have you?”

“No.”

“Then it has to be here somewhere.”

“Leonor, if we don't find it…”

“We will, Sofía. Repeat after me…” she says, putting her hands on my shoulders. “We will find the necklace.”

“We will find the necklace.”

“With more conviction. C'mon, you can do it.”

“We will find the necklace.”

“Good. That's better. Now let's start with the bed.”

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“It's gone, Leonor. I've lost Pedri's necklace” I cry while sitting on my mattress, that now lies in the middle of my room after undoing the bed completely. 

“Don't lose hope, Sofía. We still haven't checked the corridor outside your room. It may have fallen after you left for breakfast.”

“No! It's gone! I'm stupid and I lost it!”

“Hey, don't say that! You aren't stupid for losing a necklace!”

“But it was a very special one, Leonor. The most special one I've ever owned, and now it is gone forever!”

“Girls, may I… Oh my God!” my mum gasps when she walks into the room. “What has happened here? And why are you crying like that, Sofía?”

“I lost it, mum” I sob, quickly getting up and running towards her, hugging her like I used to do as a little kid when I was upset. “I've lost it forever.”

“Lost what, sweetheart?” she says, her hand making circles on my back to try and comfort me.

“My necklace.”

“The one with the little banana?”

“Yes.”

“We've looked everywhere in the room and haven't been able to find it, mum. She knows she went to bed with it, but after that…” Leonor shrugs.

“I see… Why is that necklace so important, Sofía?”

“It… it was a gift.”

“From?”

“You know from who, mum” Leonor chuckles.

“That boy you are seeing in Barcelona?”

“Maybe” I say, breaking our embrace and wiping away my tears.

“Well, you won't believe what María found under your chair when she was tidying up after breakfast” my mum says, getting something from her pocket.

“No!” I gasp, basically snatching the necklace from her hand.

“The clasp was broken, that's why you lost it. But I had one of the guys who takes care of my jewellery fix it and now it is as good as new. Maybe even better” she smiles.

“Oh my God, mum. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I say, giving her a quick hug and putting on the necklace, the moment I feel the little charms on my skin making me finally relax. “If I had shown up in Tenerife without it Pedri would have been so disappointed…”

“Pardon?” she says, Leonor gasping an oh, shit behind me. Because oh shit indeed. 

“I… umm…” 

“You are going to Tenerife? And who is this Pedri? Why does the name sound so familiar? Why… Sofía!” she gasps, her eyes going wide when she makes all the connections. “Sofía!”

“That's my name, yes” I say with a nervous laugh.

“The boy you are seeing is Pedri the football player? The one who got injured during the Euros?”

“I… yes?”

“That's… I…” she says, starting to pace around the room. Or trying to since my bed cushions and sheets are scattered everywhere. “Now everything makes sense!”

“Does it?” Leonor asks with a confused look.

“Yes!” my mum says. “The day the national team visited us after winning the Euros you weren't looking at Ferran, you were looking at him! They were together!”

“As usual” Leonor chuckles.

“And after, when we invited them to have a refreshment in the garden, I could swear I had seen you talking with someone behind a tree, with a man that walked weirdly, as if he had a limp. I thought I had imagined it all, but it actually was real. You were with him!”

“I was” I nod, feeling my face getting warmer and warmer by the second.

“That's why you suddenly became so interested in Barcelona and spending time with Irene. You were going to see him!”

“And Irene, Aunt Cristina and the boys too. That I missed them wasn't a lie” I add.

“And those quick trips around Europe… You were going to watch him play! Now everything makes sense!” she laughs.

“I… umm…” I mumble, looking at Leonor, whose only answer is a shrug.

“Oh, Sofía” my mum says, taking my hands on hers. “I am so happy for you. So happy you've found someone who loves you like you deserve and makes you shine like this.”

“I… umm… Aren't you… disappointed?”

“About what?”

“About me dating him. I know you said you don't care if he is a football player, but every time I've told someone that I'm dating a Barça player, their first reaction is asking if it is Ferran.”

“Guilty” she chuckles.

“And then when I tell them that it is Pedri, they all react a bit like… Yeah. Disappointed.”

“Sofía, how could I be disappointed when he makes you the happiest I've ever seen you?” she says, caressing my cheek.

“I… I don't know” I shrug. 

“And you love him, don't you?”

“I do” I whisper.

“Oh, my little girl is in love! She's in love, Leonor!”

“I know” my sister smiles. “And he is head over heels for her too. He actually is introducing her to his family on this trip to Tenerife.”

“Leonor!” I say, giving her a murderous look.

“If we are finally telling her about him, better to say it all, don't you think?” she shrugs.

“Sofía, if you are about to meet his parents, I think it is only fair we meet him too. But maybe not just yet. In the future. When you are ready” my mum says, definitely seeing how all the colour is draining from my face. “Besides, we've already met him and been introduced. Not as your parents and your boyfriend, but…”

“Exactly. No need to worry about that now, Sofía” Leonor says, walking towards where my mum and I are. “Right now we should be celebrating that you found your necklace, that mum is ok with you dating Pedri, and that you are about to spend a couple of days on the beach while we melt yo our deaths.”

“You are so dramatic, Leonor” my mum laughs. “But you are right. Fancy a cheeky drink just the three of us?” she smirks.

“Now? It's like 1 p.m., mum” I say.

“But it always is happy hour somewhere in the world” she winks. “Besides, you will need it to give you a little push before tidying up this mess. Because you made it, you fix it” she says first pointing at me and then at Leonor.

“Fine” we sigh.

“Now, come on” she says, liking my arm with hers. “Let's go toast in honour of you and Pedri” she smiles. 

“Woop, woop!” Leonor says, leaving my room while my mum and I walk behind her.

“Now the necklace also makes sense.”

“Uh?” I say, looking at her.

“I always wondered why you had bought a necklace with a banana, and now I know. It represents you and him, doesn't it? The banana and the S.”

“It does” I say, touching the little charms.

“Urgh, that is so cute… Your father has never bought me anything like that, you know?” she says as we keep walking and she tells me about some gifts my dad bought her while they were dating, the huge weight I was feeling on my chest finally going away.

One, because I found the necklace, and two, because my mum, the intimidating and scary one, is over the moon about me dating Pedri.

Let's just hope that my dad, and his parents, feel the same too.

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“Welcome to one of the best things in Tenerife during this time of the year, my lady. At least in my humble opinion. The funfair!” Pedri says, extending his arms.

“Look at you, channeling your inner Bellingham” I tease him.

“Meh meh meh” he says, sticking out his tongue and wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer towards him and making me giggle. 

“First time, Sofía?” his brother Fer asks me.

“I've been to Winter Wonderland a few times.”

“The what?”

“It's something like this but bigger. They have it every winter in London” I explain.

“Who is the bright mind who chooses to have a funfair during winter?” Fer says. “Having fun while freezing your butt doesn't make sense to me.”

“It is fun. I'll take you this year and you'll see it for yourself” I tell him.

“Bro, I think your girlfriend just asked me out on a date” Fer smirks.

“Whatever” Pedri says, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, where should we go first? Are you scared of heights, my lady?” he asks me with a teasing smile.

“I'm not. Are you?” I reply.

“I'm scared of nothing.”

“That's a lie” Fer says. “You are scared of spiders. You should see the way he reacts to even the tiniest ones” he laughs.

“I'll protect you from them, don't worry” I say, kissing Pedri's cheek.

“Thank you, my lady” he smiles after giving his brother a murderous look. “But, as I was saying… where should we start?”

“What about… there?” I say, pointing at one of the highest rides.

“I like you, Sofía. I like you very, very much” Fer grins. “So you better marry her, bro. She's the one.”

“Yeah, ummm… Let's go” Pedri says, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. 

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“That was fucking amazing!” Fer says.

“Definitely the best ride we've checked.”

“You said the same about the previous one, Sofía” Pedri chuckles.

“Because that one had been the best one until this one. Can we go again? The queue isn't that bad.”

“I think my stomach needs a little break and to stay in its place for a bit” Fer chuckles.

“Why don't we grab something to eat?” Pedri suggests. “I think I saw Paco's stand earlier.”

“Paco? Who is that?” I ask.

“You'll see, my lady. You'll see” Pedri winks.

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“Pedri, are you sure this is legal?” 

“What?” he laughs.

“Yes, like… I don't know if this stand follows the basic health rules” I say, looking at it. 

“This stand has been here since we were little kids, and we've come out ok” Fer shrugs.

“Yes, but…” I say as the man behind it gives a cone filled to the brim with chips and ketchup to the couple in front of us. “Shouldn't he be wearing gloves or something? And shouldn't she have her hair tied up? Also, I am pretty sure that machine they are using to fry the chips wasn't always black.”

“Oh, Sofía. Your princess is showing” Pedri tells me with a teasing smile.

“Idiot” I say, hitting his arm. “But just look at it. Everything is so… greasy.”

“And?”

“And that's… That can't be good for your health, can it?”

“You should never judge a book by its cover, Sofía” Fer says.

“Not even when it is making my cholesterol go up just by looking at it?”

“Nope” he says. “And it's our turn. Paco, my man! How are you?”

“Doing good, doing good” he smiles. “Same as always, boys?”

“Same” Fer says. 

“And for the lady?” the man says, nodding towards me.

“I… Umm…” I mumble.

“Well, it is her first time. What do you recommend?” 

“Run” the girl helping Paco says.

“Oh, shush!” he says. “Don't listen to her. She's mad because I have her working here with me instead of letting her go out there with her friends.”

“And do you blame me?” the girl says, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Get the lady one of the classics. I'll get the boys’ orders ready” he says, ignoring her.

“Urgh” she groans, getting to work. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like one of the princesses?” 

“Who, me?” I say, Pedri and Fer sharing concerned looks, Carlos taking a step closer towards us. Because he also is here with us.

My mum had ordered him to keep his distance, to let us enjoy ourselves and only intervene if there was some actual danger. And so far, it has been as if he wasn't with us.

“When I first saw you on the queue I was like, woah, that's princess Sofía! But then I was like, what would someone like her be doing here?” she chuckles. “Though she is the cool one, it would not be that weird” she shrugs.

“The cool one?” I ask her.

“Yeah. My nan likes buying that magazine that always has articles about all the royals, and just by the photos you can tell that she is really cool. She isn't as stiff as her sister, dresses really well, always has a nice smile for everyone, when she is talking with someone you can tell that she is actually listening… And I love that Instagram dump that cousin of hers posted for her birthday. You could see that despite all the things she's grown up with and her position, she is just a normal girl who likes dancing to Dua Lipa, who cries watching “Pride and Prejudice”, and who enjoys watching football like any of us would. She's cool.”

“I completely agree” Pedri smiles, the way he is looking at me making me blush.

“Anyway, this is ready” the girl says, giving me my cone of chips. This one at least isn't as greasy as the ones they were giving to other costumers, and she's giving me a napkin too. “Do you want one of the little forks to not get your hands dirty?”

“Oh, no, it's fine. Thank you” I smile.

“There you go, boys” Paco says, giving Pedri and Fer his cones. “And look, the forks are blue and red” he winks. “Have fun!”

“Thank you, Paco” Fer says after paying for our food.

“He knows who you are, doesn't he?” I ask Pedri as we look for a place where we can sit and eat.

“He does. Like Fer said earlier, he has basically seen us grow up. But he acts as if he doesn't to let me go as unnoticed as possible.”

“That's nice of him.”

“It is” he smiles. “But now tell me, my lady. Are his chips also nice or should we call the healthy food police?” 

“They are ok” I shrug. 

“Just ok?” Fer says. “Try one of these” he says, offering one of his. 

“I don't like mustard, I'm sorry.”

“You don't?” he gasps. “Pedri, forget about what I told you earlier. You can't marry her if she doesn't like mustard. I won't allow it.”

“She doesn't like ketchup either” he says.

“What? Oh my God, Sofía. What do you eat in that palace of yours? Aren't royals allowed to eat junk food?”

“Of course we are” I laugh. “My dad actually loves burgers and gets himself one each Friday night. And maybe you should stop making fun of me for not liking mundane things, and look at yourselves right now.”

“What?” Pedri says, ketchup dripping down his chin after definitely putting way too many chips inside his mouth.

“You are eating with your little forks while I am using my hands” I say, wiping the ketchup from Pedri's face with my napkin. “That's not very princess like of me, is it?”

“You like getting dirty” Pedri says, definitely speaking before thinking, and making Fer almost choke with his chips. “I meant that you… That… Ummm…”

“We should probably get ourselves something to drink too, don't you think?” I say, trying to change the topic of conversations. “Beer?”

“Alcohol sounds amazing, yes” Fer says once he has recovered. “Follow me, I know the perfect place.”

“I… Sorry about that, Sofía” Pedri says. “I wasn't thinking and…”

“It's ok, don't worry. And it wasn't a lie, was it?” I whisper in his ear, making him trip with his own feet.

“Bro, are you ok?” Fer says.

“Yep, all good” Pedri smiles. “But you are gonna be the death of me, my lady” he says, pinching my butt with his free hand and making me giggle. 

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“C'mon, Fer. You can do it” Pedri says, cheering for his brother.

Once we finished eating we were so full that we didn't go back to the rides, so we decided to go for a walk and check some of the other stands they had at the fair like the games ones, where we crossed paths with their parents.

Despite Pedri telling them that they didn't have to address me as her royal highness or anything similar, meeting them had been a bit awkward at first. Thankfully, Fer had stepped up and made us all relax with his jokes, and now there was no awkwardness between us. 

“Growing up all of Pedri's teddies were from here. His dad would always try to win him at least one at these games” his mum tells me.

“Aww, that's so cute! My dad used to always bring me a different one from his trips, usually dressed with something typical from the country where he had been.”

“You must have a nice collection, then” she chuckles.

“I actually do, yes. I loved those teddies and took care of them as if they were little treasures, and Leonor always made fun of me because of it. She was like, they are just toys. Sofía. Why aren't you playing with them? Now I have them all packed away, tho. I plan on passing them to my kids one day.”

“Oh, that's lovely!”

“They may not be like me and ruin them while playing with them, but… oh well” I shrug. 

“If your kids take after Pedri, they will survive, don't worry” she chuckles, definitely not paying too much attention to what she just said. To me and Pedri… to our… Umm... What? “He still has his in his room” she continues. “Or had them. He asked me to hide them when he told us you were coming. But don't let him know I told you” she says with a cheeky smile.

“My lips are sealed” I reply, still trying to process her previous comment.

“Yes, Fer!” Pedri says, bringing me back to reality. “So good, bro!”

“Thank you, thank you” he says while doing an over the top curtsey. “Sofía, which teddy do you want?”

“Uh?”

“Pedri won't be getting you one, he sucks at these things.”

“I don't suck” he says.

“You do, little bro. You may be amazing with your feet, but you are useless with your hands.”

“I'm not useless. Watch me” Pedri says, taking one of the balls and getting himself ready to throw it.

“Yeah, watch him” Fer chuckles. 

“Don't be mean” his mum says, giving him a little slap in the back of his neck.

But the thing is… that Pedri does suck at this game.

“It's ok, don't worry” I smile at him when he is done, giving him a hug. “I know you aren't useless with your hands. Or rather… your fingers” I whisper.

“So naughty, my lady” he whispers back. 

“Sofía, why don't you give it a go?” Pedri's dad suggests.

“Me?”

“Yeah” he smiles. “Have you ever played at this?”

“I… no.”

“Then c'mon, give it a go.”

“You can't be worse than Pedri” Fer chuckles, his mum hitting him again.

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“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Uh?” Pedri says.

“You haven't said a word since we got into the big wheel.”

“Yes, sorry. I just… I feel a bit lame.”

“What? Why? Please tell me it isn't because of the teddy.”

“Yeah” he whispers.

“Pedri, it is just a silly toy.”

“Yeah… But I wanted you the remember this trip with a teddy I had won for you, not my brother.”

“I don't need an ugly teddy to remind me of it, Pedri” I say, caressing his cheek and making him look at me. 

“It is a bit ugly, isn't it?” he chuckles, looking down at the weird animal sitting next to me. “It's just that they are such a happy memory from my childhood that… I wanted to share it with you, you know? But then even you were better at it than me, and you had never played that game or seen one of those stands in real life before.”

“Beginners luck” I shrug. “And if you wanted to share that with me, why did you hide your collection of teddies?” I ask him, breaking my promise to his mum.

“She told you about that?”

“Yep. But please don't get mad at her, I brought up the topic. Why did you hide them?”

“I don't know. I thought it was a bit lame to show you my room and see it covered in teddies” he shrugs.

“Well, it isn't lame. It's cute” I smile.

“Really?”

“Really. Will you show them to me later? Or at least your favourite one.”

“I'll think about it.”

“C'mon, Pedri” I pout.

“Ok, fine” he sighs. “I can't say no to that face” he smiles before kissing my nose.

“I know” I smile back, resting my head on his shoulder as the big wheel keeps moving. “I love it here.”

“Do you?” he says, also resting his head on top of mine.

“I do. And I also like your family a lot.”

“They also like you a lot.”

“Even if I don't like mustard?”

“Even so” Pedri chuckles. “Though they don't like you as much as I do.”

“You don't like me.”

“What?”

“You, Pedro González…” I say, lifting my head and looking at him. “You love me” I smirk. 

“Do I?” he smirks back, putting a lock of hair behind my ear.

“I'm afraid so.”

“And what about you, my lady? Do you love me?”

“I do. I love you with every fiber in my body.”

“So cheesy” he laughs.

“Yet the truth” I say before kissing him.

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“Sofía, this package just arrived for you” my mum says, walking into my room.

“For me?”

“For you” she repeats. “I think it's from Pedri's family. It says it comes from Tenerife.”

“What?” I say, getting up from my bed so quickly that my laptop almost ends on the floor.

“Did you forget something when you visited them?”

“I… I don't think so” I say, inspecting the box.

“Then maybe it is a gift. Something to say thank you for your visit.”

“Maybe…”

“I'll leave you alone to open it. Though if it is food, you know you can find me in my office” she winks, making me laugh. 

“Ok…” I say once I am alone, slowly opening the package. Inside it there isn't much, just a note and… “No way” I chuckle. 

“This is Anacleto, one of Pedri's favourite teddies growing up” the note says. “He apparently has a superpower that can make anyone bald, his farts smell like chocolate, and loves eating sand from the beach. But not any sand from any beach. Just the one from Tenerife. Though don't worry, Sofía. Now that he is a bit old he only eats a few times per year, and we fed him before sending him your way. Which means that you'll have to come back… maybe for the new year? We will be waiting for you (and Anacleto) with open arms.”

“Aww…” I say, hugging the teddy with one hand and grabbing my phone with the other.

“Hello, my… Anacleto!” Pedri says over facetime.

“Hi” I reply, making a funny voice. “Is that how he sounds?”

“Something like that” he laughs. “Did he arrive safe and sound?”

“He did. And he also was fed before leaving Tenerife.”

“Good.”

“Pedri, why…”

“Why did I ask my mum to send you Anacleto?”

“Yes” I nod.

“Well, since I didn't get you a new teddy at the funfair, I thought… why don't I gift her one of mine?”

“What?”

“He is yours now, Sofía.”

“Are you serious? I… I can't accept this, Pedri. He is yours, one of your childhood memories! I…”

“You can and you will accept it, Sofía.”

“But…”

“No. He is yours now. So you better take good care of him.”

“I will. I promise you I will” I say, hugging him. 

“You better. Because you just made a promise, and a princess…”

“Always keeps her promises.”

“Exactly” Pedri smiles. “But my lady, are you crying?”

“No” I say, wiping away my tears half with my hand, half with the teddy.

“Anacleto gives really good cuddles when you are crying. Not as good as mine, but…”

“Yours are really good” I chuckle.

“Oh, I know” Pedri says with a cheeky smile. “Can't wait for the pre-season to be over and see you again. I'm counting the days. The hours. The minutes. The seconds!”

“Of course you are” I laugh. “But Pedri…”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for this” I say, hugging Anacleto again. “I love it.”

“And I love you” he smiles. “And I would love to keep talking with you and telling you more about him, but I have to leave in… two minutes if I don't want to be late for training.”

“Yes, of course.”

“I'll call you when I'm back, ok?” 

“Ok” I nod. “I love you, Pedri.”

“I love you too, Sofía” he says before hanging up.

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My baby, my baby (Part 1)

David Alonso, Child of Divorce AU

(Rpf title inspired by "I bet on losing dogs" by Mitski)

Marc remembered the look in Vale's face when he told him like it was his own name. The reaction was burnt in his memories. Back then, it was happy. Now it only hurt to think back at that time.

"I'm pregnant" he had said. Tears were shining in his eyes. His voice broke. He was scared of what would happened. He didn't expect anything. Really. He was prepared to be walked out on.

He was shaking as he hold the positive tests in his hand, slowly handing them to Vale "I'm sorry. I know it's - not ideal. I'm too far to... To... Not have it.... and we aren't dating for long but - I love our child already and - I - I can't give them up. I need - " He felt himself getting into a rambel.

Vale's face was completely unguarded, the statement to unexpected to fake his expression. He looked at Marc with wide eyes, trying to fully comprehend the meaning. Then he suddenly smiled. Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around the younger man, pulling him against his chest, laughing softly.

"You-" he kissed his head. "Are-" Another kiss. His smile got even bigger. "By far" A third one. "The best thing to ever happen to me" Another kiss. The Italian caressed Marc's face, holding him close, looking at him full of love.

"And you're making me the happiest man in the world by making me the father of your child." Now Marc was full on sobbing. He hold onto his partner, stabilized by him. He felt like his world was turning. He was barely 20, still in his motogp rookie season.

But Vale made him feel like this child - their child was the most logical and most perfect surprise he ever got and he let himself drown in this feeling.

The older one just hold him, hugged him and let him catch his breath again.

"Vale, I... I'm sorry" he whispered. "No need to be. I love you. And I love our little baby. Sure, some might say it's not the normal way to go about things, but we aren't really normal, are we?" he laughed. And Marc had smiled and nodded.

"But... I'm still a rookie and this is motogp and... What if - what if -" "If anything happens. We'll deal with it as it emerges." He promised. "And we can hopefully hide the pregnancy as much as possible until the end of the season and then you just take a break for '14 if necessary." "Yeah... It's just... You know. A lot."

"Well, we are a lot as well. So no wonder our bambino is a lot as well..." His laugher eased the tension. He smiled reassuringly.

His hand wandered from Marc's waist to his front. But before he touched his stomach, he looked at his lover.

"Can I?" It took a second to understand. He felt Vale's finger lingerie on the hem of his shirt. Then Marc nodded.

He bit his lips as he watched Vale getting on his knees to be on level with his stomach. There was a tiny bulge. Barely enough to really register it, if you didn't know what to look for.

He pulled his shirt up and looked at the clear skin before pressing a kiss to his body. "Ciao bambino, my name is Vale and I'm your other papa. And I love you so, so much you have no idea. I swear to you, I'll do anything for you and your papa to make you two be safe and happy. Because you're the most amazing little miracle and you're all mine. And Marc's. Our miracle"

He kissed his stomach again. But now he looked up. "Marc, I love you and I love our child. And I swear, I'll be there for you, on every step of the way"

Marc cried again. They ended up in bed not shortly after, wrapped up in each other whispering about the future, sharing fears and dreams.

Vale had proven that he meant those words. He had partially moved to Spain and refused to be apart from his boyfriend. He handled everything baby related that Marc didn't had to physically do during the rest of the season.

He did a lot of research on food, risks, what exercise was possible or recommended for Marc, what to expect during the next month and how he should deal with all the troubles coming his ways.

Marc was grateful. He was able to completely focus on the rest of his season, still 3 months to go. Sure, he was scared but his need to race was bigger than what he expected to be the risk.

"Of course. The baby wants to race too" Vale had joked. "She's our child after all so he's practically begging you to go on the bike" They didn't want to know the gender so Rossi had started to use all pronouns for the baby.

Marc had tried to figure out if there was a tendency, to find out if Vale had a preferred gender. But it was equal.

Vale got extremely protective of him, blocking him from the media and most of the cricts. The pregancy was still not official.

Marc won the championship with a baby in his belly and he couldn't be happier.

They had expected that from the start of November till the end of March, they would have time prepare for the last months of pregnancy before Vale would go to the next season.

But once again, life had different plans. When Marc was only 6 months pregant, he started to feel wrong. Completly wrong. He suddenly was in pain and cried out.

They were currently in Spain during tbe winter break. Vale was at the store, getting groceries and he was at home, just watching TV, when a wave of pain hit his body.

It was far worst than any crash. The pain was strong and steady. At any different place, he would have been able to handle it. But he was terrified when he realized, that it was his abdomen that seemed to be the center of it all.

He cried out in pain, reaching for his phone. His hands were shaking as he called Alex. Alex was down the street, only minutes away. And whatever was happening, he couldn't do it alone.

Alex was there in seconds, having sprinted to his place. He immediately went to hold his brother and called Vale.

Marc wasn't able to remember much after what happend afterwards. He only remembered the scared look on his brothers face as the then 17 year old, started the car. He had never driven without an instructor before and it wasn't like Marc could pay attention to the road. But Alex was a racing driver so he had fate him in.

He was way too busy to worry about his driving skill, holding his stomach and being afraid and occasionally, crying out in pain, which lead to Alex giving him an anxious look from the side.

Somehow they arrived at the hospital. Marc laughed out loud when he saw Vale already waiting outside. He helped him out the car and bought him in the emergency room.

A lot of things happened very fast. And the only steady thing for Marc was that he had either Vale on his side, while Alex dealt with something or Alex on his side while Vale talked with the doctors. It took hours of pain and a lot of medication, he didn't understood - but he trusted Vale to make the right decision - until he was bought in surgery.

He was scared. He was terrified. He was sure he would break Vale's hand with the death grip he was having. He fell asleep at some point. Or he was anesthetized. He didn't know and he never asked.

But when he woke up, he saw Vale sitting next to him, his eyes filled with tears as he was holding Marc's hand.

"Ciao amore mio" he whispered. His voice was tired and his cheeks had clear tear streaks. He didn't understood. Then he remembered the pain in his stomach. The fear. The surgery.

"No" Marc whined as he started to move. "No, Vale, no. No, don't. Don't do this to me. Please" He pulled his hand away from Vale and placed it on his stomach. He needed to feel the round belly he had gotten over the last months. He needed to feel the skin that was protecting his baby from the cold and cruel world.

It was gone.

"No" he cried out. "Our baby. Vale - Vale, our ba-a-abyyyy"

"Marc, our baby is alive" he quickly said. And the man froze in confusion. He stared at his lover, clearly not understanding what he was saying. He looked down at himself. He had lost his baby bump.

"What?" he sniffed. „But... I'm... I'm not pregant anymore." "But our baby is strong. The strong there has ever been. He's alive. Marc, we have a child. You did it."

Again, he snuffed, clearly upset and confused about the situation. His brain felt scrambled. He didn't understand what was going on. But the way Vale smiled at him, made him feel safe. Vale wouldn't look at him like that if it wasn't true.

"They are okay?"

"Oh, my love, yes." He kissed him carefully and with more love than he ever felt. "Marc, you did amazing. We have a little boy. Our little boy is alive and healthy. He's at the nicu but the doctors aren't too worried. He's stable and needs to be supervisioned for a few days. And then they'll keep him here for a few more weeks just to make sure he stays as healthy as he is"

"Can - Can I go see him? Wait, what's his name? Did you already choose one?" "Yes, I did. I had to since they needed a name for the NICU." "What's his name? What did you choose?" "I... We can still change it. It wouldn't be a problem so if you want to-" "Vale, his name. What's our sons name?"

"David."

"David?"

"Yes... You said you like the name best so I thought..."

"No, no, I love it. I... Our son David"

[ilovefootballwrs]

With Me Forever - Part |

A part of the So Long, London series.

Reader x Jessie Fleming

Based on a Norwegian song called "For Evig", by Chris Holstein.

"If that was all we got, was only a moment. Then it's with me forever. If it's the last night, and we'll never see each other again. Then it's with me forever."

..................

The news of Jessie's departure didn't shock me, I already knew about it long before the others. What shocked me was how far she was going, and everything went so fast. Soon she was going to be living almost a 10 hour flight from London, from me. I would never try to stop her, it wouldn't be fair, but at the same time the distance wouldn't be fair for either of us.

. . .

"It's so weird that it's Jessie's last day in London today. When is she leaving again?" Guro asked me. Guro was always like a big sister to me. We both play for Norway, and with her being a couple of years older than me, she basically watched me grow up and our bond grew into a sibling like friendship.

"Uhm...I think her flight leaves at midnight, so probably some time before that." I said with a sad smile on my lips.

"Listen, I know how hard this is for you. You know you can always come to me if there's anything wrong, right?" She asked with a look of concern on her face.

"So cliché." I laughed. "I know Guro, I will." I gave her a genuin smile. "I have to go now, I'm helping Jessie pack the rest of her stuff, bye!"

. . .

The feeling I'm feeling right now got to be the worst feeling on earth. Packing away her stuff for her to move away is the last thing I want to do. My heart clenches for every item I pack away.

I'm just placed the last of her items in the box when I hear footsteps behind me.

"It's much more emptier now." Jessie said as she went to sit on the bed.

I looked up at her. "Well, I guess you were the one that owned most of the stuff in here.

I stood up and went to sit beside her, putting head on her shoulder and interlocked our hands.

"I'm sorry for leaving" I could her the sadness in her voice. I took my head of her shoulder to look at her. Her cheeks were slightly more red than usual and she had tears in her eyes.

"Please don't cry, Jess." I put my hand on her cheek and continued to talk. "I don't blame you for leaving, I will never ever blame you. This is just something you have to do." I tried reassuring her.

"I'm still sorry. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you." The tears fell down her face and I could feel my eyes starting to tear up.

"I don't know either." I whispered. "I never wanted to lose you."

"You don't have to you know. You don't have to lose me." She said.

"Jess-" I started before getting interrupted by her.

"Y/N we, us, don't need to be over just because I'm leaving. Obviously I would never ask you to leave Chelsea for me, but we could do long distance." She said with a pleading look. "Please Y/N- don't let this be the end of us."

"I really wish it was that simple Jess, I really do, but I don't think I could do it. My heart couldn't take it Jess." At this point I was sobbing, not giving a care in the world. "I'm really sorry Jess, I really am."

. . .

We ended up spending the last couple of hours in each others arms before Niamh came to pick Jessie up. We both figured it was easier for the both of us if it was Niamh driving Jessie to the airport.

Niamh was sat in her car to give us space to say our goodbye. We hug before Jessie pulls away. "I'll always love you Y/N. No matter what happens, you will always be the love of my life."

She pulls me back in to give me a kiss. "Our memories will be with me forever, Jessie. As will my love for you." I tell her before she has to go.

I watch her get in the car and give her a wave and a smile when she's inside it. She returns the wave with a sad smile.

. . .

It's been two weeks since Jessie left. The two most horrible week. My whole routine has changed now that Jessie is gone. I don't wake up the smell of fresh coffee and a kiss anymore. I don't get to steal my favorite hoodie of hers anymore. I don't get the "I love you"s from her anymore. And there is no one to hold me in the nights anymore.

When vacuuming the bedroom, which Jessie usually used to do, I stumble across a box under the bed. It must've been Jessies. I pick it up and put it on the bed, while I also go to sit on the bed. I don't know what to do. Should I open it? Maybe she wouldn't want me to do that? Was that the reason for why it was under the bed? Because she didn't want me to find it? I thought about it for a while before thinking "What the hell." and opening it. The box was full of pictures. I recognized some of the pictures from being from our dates together, but most of them was just of me. It was literally just of me doing the most domestic things ever, like cooking or cleaning. I look through the pictures for a while before seeing a smaller box inside the box. I can feel my hands shaking as I go to pick up the box. I open the box and see the most gorgeous ring I've ever seen. I take it out of the box and try it on. It fits perfectly.

I immediately pick up the phone.

"In how long can you come over?" I ask.

………………….

A/N: The other parts of this series are going to be longer, this was just a start of it.

[moonselune]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write the Kressa Bonedaughter reactions with all the bg3 ladies? Or just Jaheira and Minthara if all of them would be too much? I love your posts btw! You write amazingly, do you have an Ao3 account if it’s okay if I ask? I hope you have/had a nice camping trip! ❤️ 🧁🧁 🧁

ahhhhh this was so fun to write, very hurt comfort! And thank you so much <3

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Karlach:

The Illithid Colony was a dark, oppressive maze of horror and misery. You and Karlach had just confronted Kressa Bonedaughter, a grotesque figure from your past that you couldn't fully remember. Her chilling revelations about your time as a captive, being opened up endlessly for research, made your blood run cold. Despite not recalling those horrific events, a deep, visceral fear and anger bubbled within you.

After a fierce battle, Kressa lay dead at your feet. The grim silence that followed was almost deafening. You turned to Karlach, expecting her to share your sense of victory, but instead, she was staring at you with wide, tear-filled eyes, her face set with shock.

"Karlach," you began, your voice faltering slightly. "I'm okay. It's over."

Karlach shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. "No, it's not okay," she said, her voice trembling. "I had no idea… no idea what they did to you. What you went through."

You reached out to touch her arm, but she pulled away, her hands covering her face as she sobbed.

"Fuck, how could anyone do that to you?" she cried, her voice loud and flames beginning to flicker at her skin.

You felt a lump form in your throat. "Karlach, I don't remember any of it. It's like it happened to someone else. I'm here now, with you. That's what matters."

But Karlach was inconsolable. She dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands. "I can't believe I didn't know. I should have been there to protect you. I should have—"

You knelt beside her, gently pulling her into your arms, ignoring the slight burning sensation.

"Hey, hey," you whispered, stroking her hair. "You couldn't have known. No one could have. And I'm okay, Karlach, I'm here."

Karlach clung to you, her body shaking as she cried.

"I love you," she whispered. "I'll never let anything like that happen to you again. I promise."

You held her tighter, your heart breaking at her anguish. "I love you too, Karlach. And I know you won't, babe."

Gradually, her tears subsided, and she looked up at you with red-rimmed eyes. "We'll get through this," she said, her voice firmer now. "But I swear, anyone who tries to hurt you again will pay. I'll make sure of it."

You laughed and nodded, feeling a surge of determination. Together, you would face whatever came next, but for now, you simply held each other.

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Minthara:

The dark corridors of the Illithid Colony echoed with the sound of your footsteps as you and Minthara confronted Kressa Bonedaughter. Her twisted revelations about your past captivity and the gruesome experiments she performed on you left you both seething with anger and horror. Though you couldn't remember those torturous moments, the rage and disgust were palpable.

After a brutal battle, Kressa lay defeated, her unconscious body sprawled on the cold ground. Minthara stood over her, her chest heaving with fury. Her eyes burned with a murderous intensity, and you knew she wasn't done.

"Minthara," you began, trying to steady your voice. "We need to focus. Ketheric is still out there. We can't waste time here."

But Minthara's gaze didn't waver from Kressa's body. "No," she hissed. "This iblith deserves to suffer. She tortured you, and she will pay dearly for every moment of your pain."

You stepped closer, placing a hand on her arm. "I understand your anger, but Ketheric is the bigger threat. We have to stay focused."

Minthara whipped around, her eyes blazing. "Do you not see? This is justice! She must suffer for what she did to you. For what she took from you."

You felt a pang of guilt and frustration. "I appreciate your fury, truly, but we have a mission. Ketheric's death is more important right now. We can't let our emotions distract us."

Minthara's grip on her weapon tightened, and for a moment, you feared she might lash out. But then her expression softened slightly, though her resolve remained unyielding.

"I will not let this go unpunished," she said quietly but firmly as she delivered the final killing blow on Kressa. "But for now, I will prioritize Ketheric's demise.

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and admiration for her fierce loyalty. "Thank you, Minthara. Let's end this nightmare together."

As you turned to leave, Minthara took a final, vengeful glance at Kressa's corpse before following you. She would not allow anything like this to happen, ever again.

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Lae'zel:

Lae'zel stood beside you, her eyes narrowing as she absorbed the grotesque details of your past captivity. The way Kressa described finding you close to death, opening you up endlessly for her vile research on mindflayer parasites—it made Lae'zel's blood boil.

As Kressa fell, defeated and lifeless at your feet, Lae'zel's fury only intensified. She turned to you, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and helplessness.

"How could this happen?" she demanded, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "How could they do this to you?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "I don't remember it, Lae'zel. It's like it happened to someone else."

But your words did little to soothe her. Lae'zel's fists clenched and unclenched, her mind reeling from the horror of what she'd just learned.

"This abomination," she spat. "Those creatures, that woman—they all deserve to be eradicated for what they've done to you. This place needs to burn, now."

You reached out, placing a hand on her arm. "Lae'zel, we have to stay focused. Ketheric is still out there. We can't let this distract us."

She pulled away, her muscles tense. "You expect me to stay calm after hearing this?" she snapped. "You were violated, tortured, and left for dead. And I wasn't there to protect you."

You could see the storm of emotions raging within her—anger, guilt, frustration. "Lae'zel, your anger won't change what happened. But we can make sure it never happens again. We can end this."

Lae'zel's eyes locked onto yours, her jaw set. "I swear on my honor, I will make them pay for every wound they inflicted upon you. I will not rest until they are all dead."

You nodded, understanding her need for vengeance. "Together, Lae'zel. We'll face this together."

With a final, seething glance at Kressa's body, Lae'zel turned to you, her resolve unshaken. She took a deep breath, trying to rein in her emotions. "Let's finish this," she said, her voice steady. "For you. For us."

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Shadowheart:

The dim light of the Illithid Colony cast eerie shadows as Kressa Bonedaughter's words cut through the air. Shadowheart stood close to you, her heart sinking with each revelation about your past captivity. The details were horrifying—how Kressa found you close to death, experimented on you endlessly, all in the name of her twisted research.

When Kressa finally lay dead, silence fell over the chamber. Shadowheart turned to you, her eyes wide with shock and sorrow.

"I… I had no idea," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You went through so much, and you don't even remember."

You tried to muster a reassuring smile, but it faltered. "It's like it happened to someone else, Shadowheart. You know what it's like, but it's over now."

Without another word, Shadowheart stepped forward and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. She held you tightly, her body trembling as she absorbed the weight of what she'd just learned. You could feel her heart pounding against your chest, her breath hitching as she struggled to find the right words.

"I can't… I can't imagine the pain you endured," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm here now. And I will never let anything like that happen to you again."

You buried your face in her shoulder, finding solace in her embrace. "Thank you, Shadowheart. I don't know what I'd do without you."

She pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. Her gaze was filled with a fierce determination. "You won't ever have to find out. I promise you that."

You nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude and love for the woman holding you. "Together," you echoed.

Shadowheart held you for a long moment, her warmth and strength grounding you. Finally, she pulled away, but kept her hand on your arm, as if afraid to let go in case you disappeared. You smiled and took a deep breath in, ready to carry on with her by your side.

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Jaheira:

When Kressa finally lay lifeless at your feet, Jaheira turned to you, her face a mask of shock and sorrow. Her hands clenched at her sides, and you could see the struggle within her—an intense mix of anger and helplessness.

Jaheira’s voice was low and trembling, her green eyes dark with a tempest of emotions. “You went through such torment, and I was oblivious.”

You shook your head, trying to find the right words. “I don’t remember any of it, Jaheira. It’s like it happened to someone else.”

Jaheira’s face contorted with anguish. “Whether you remember or not, it happened to you. They did those things to you.” Her voice broke, and she took a shuddering breath. “I can’t stand the thought of you suffering like that.”

You reached out, trying to soothe her with a gentle touch, but she stepped back, her eyes blazing.

“No,” she said, her voice firm despite the quaver. “Don’t try to comfort me. I should be the one comforting you.”

“Jaheira, please,” you began, but she cut you off.

“No!” she exclaimed, her anger boiling over. “This is unforgivable. Those monsters—Kressa—they need to pay for what they’ve done.” Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

You felt a pang of guilt and helplessness, wanting desperately to ease her pain. “Jaheira, we have to stay focused. Ketheric is still out there, and we need to stop him. We can’t let this distract us.”

She shook her head vehemently. “How can I focus on anything else when I know what they did to you? This isn’t just a distraction—it’s a wound that will never fully heal.”

You stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll find a way through this, I promise.”

Jaheira looked at you, her eyes filled with a fierce determination. “We will make them pay,” she said, her voice steadying. “Every single one of them. But you must promise me something.”

“Anything,” you replied, your heart aching for her.

“Promise me that if you remember what happened, you won't hide anything like this from me. We face everything together, no matter how painful.” Her grip on your hand tightened, her resolve unshaken.

“I promise,” you said, your voice firm with conviction.

“For you, for us, and for every innocent soul that suffered at their hands.” With Jaheira next to you, you felt a renewed sense of purpose, sense of being.

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ooooo hope y'all enjoyed it - Seluney xox

[magicalqueennightmare]

Little Witch (Pt 3/5)

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

When you get your memories back you're determined to face this enemy alone. The Mikaelsons however refuse to accept that and set out to prove your innocence to Klaus

After you'd left the Mikaelson compound you'd ended up wandering to one of the many cemeteries around New Orleans. You'd never had any business in this certain cemetery but it had drawn you there, your magic bubbling under the surface of your skin as if it was trying to lead you in the direction you needed to go in. 

The barrier in your head was still very much a tangible thing and it made you question everything about yourself. You were a strong witch, you'd taken the brunt of a spell meant to rip Hope out of Hayley's womb and hadn't let a sob escape your lips regardless of the pain. You'd gone toe to toe with ancient witches and managed to still be standing yet someone was tearing your mind to shreds from the inside out.

When Hayley called and asked to meet you'd gladly agreed. She hadn't spoken to you in days and you wanted her to get whatever she needed off her chest. You hoped maybe Elijah and Rebekah got her to see logic but there was only one way to find out. 

You walked into Marcel's bar and Hayley sat at the bar alone. You both shared a favorite drink and two sat in front of her. When you took up a barstool leaving one between you she slid a drink down. “I believe you and Elijah” she spoke quietly. 

You turned to look at her and she was facing you, the emotions in her eyes matched the ones you felt “You do?” You asked in disbelief and she nodded “I was just so hurt when we found you two. Not only because I love Elijah but because you're my best friend. It just didn't make sense no matter how much I thought it over. You've gone to literal war for my daughter. You love her the same as if she was yours. Hell you came here when I was pregnant just from me calling and asking for help. You're not the type of person to hurt someone you care about”

You blinked a few times to not let your emotions overwhelm you “Thank you. I'm still not sure what happened. Davina and Kol are on their way back and Freya is coming back too. I'm hoping with the three of us we can crack the barrier in my memories. If we can safely then that means we can get Elijah's memories back too and we'll know who did this”

She nodded slowly “What are you gonna do about Klaus?” You shrugged “You know him as well as I do. He's hurt and angry. He thinks two of the most important people in his life chose each other over him. I don't know how to make him see the truth without having my memories back, without having whoever did this on their knees begging for their lives as proof”

She reached for your arm and pulled you onto the stool next to her and wrapped an arm around your shoulders “Know that as far as you and I go? We're good. I love you, Hope loves you” 

You reached into your pocket and held out the necklace you'd been carrying for days “This is for Hope. It was my grandmother's. I got the antique store to chase it down. She originally wanted my dad to give it to me one day but my mother killed him when I was so young he never got the chance. It got lost for fifty or so years. I'll never have children of my own but like you said i love her just the same. Maybe if something happens to me this will help her know just how special she is to all of us”

Hayley turned the small pendant over in her hand then looked back at you “Promise me one thing?” You nodded “Of course” she half smiled “You'll survive this to give it to her yourself” you laughed lightly and held out a hand “Deal” she shook it then said “I'm holding you to it”

“I have to do what?” You asked Freya hoping you'd misheard her. “You have to lay back and let us in your mind. Davina and I will astral project in and then we break down that barrier from the inside”

You knew your eyes were probably comically large. While you trusted the two women in front of you, the idea of them being in your head, your memories freaked you out a bit. “What will you two see exactly?” 

A smirk that favored Klaus slipped onto Freya's face “Don't worry darling, I'll make sure to steer clear of anything x-rated between you and Nik” Davina nodded in agreement “Our goal will be the barrier so that's where we'll land for lack of better phrasing”

Your eyes darted towards Rebekah who stood off to the side and she gave you a nod “I'll be here to watch over your bodies and wake you should it seem like things are going bad” you took a deep breath then nodded “Let's do it”

—------------------

You laid down on the couch as Freya said and closed your eyes. The weight of the barrier was making your head throb but she had told you to concentrate on nothing but that blank space in your memory.

You could hear her voice, the spell falling from her lips. You had the sudden feeling of falling, your vision bursting with white light despite your eyes being closed tightly. About the time it registered that you couldn't hear the spell anymore you felt a hand on your arm “Wake up” 

You slowly opened your eyes or so you thought. Instead of the room you'd been in the walls were a pale blue, a long hall stretching in both directions. You slowly got to your feet facing Freya and Davina who both gave you a smile “concentrate. Which way do we need to go?”

You forced yourself to try to remember what had happened then a pain shot through the right side of your body. You motioned right before walking in that direction.

—-----------------

“How do we know we found it?” You asked after you'd passed probably two dozen white doors. Some held whispers of long ago, your grandmother's voice drifting through.

The farther you got down the hall different voices began to drift through the doors. You could hear Rebekah's voice the first time you'd met her long ago. Then Hayley's laughter, the shrill sound of Hope's cries when she was a newborn. Memories of the family you'd been born with and the one you chose fought for your attention. 

“I think we did” Davina whispered and you looked up to see the end of the hall. The bright blue and white were replaced by a dark shadow. It seemed as if it was simply a ledge falling off into an abyss should you not turn around now.

There was something familiar about the magic behind it. You took a step forward and the moment your fingertips hit the shadow a burst went through you. Voices, leading you to the cemetery. Elijah, refusing to let you go alone.

You stumbled back and Freya caught you before you hit the floor “What was it?” You were breathless as you said “My magic did this. Someone siphoned me to use it against me, against Elijah”

She looked from you to the shadow, a dark cloud passing through her eyes “Let's rip it down and find out who” 

—-----------------

Freya had already explained that once the barrier fell it would knock her and Davina out of your head and could possibly throw your body from the shock but it was worth it.

You took a step forward and felt each of them place a hand on your shoulder before you touched the barrier again. This time their power helped to focus yours. Slowly the shadow began to crack, small blossoms of light bleeding through then it was like an atomic burst. Your vision went white as you were tossed backwards.

—-------------

You gasped, sitting up where you were now on the floor. Davina, Freya and Rebekah were all standing around you with concern written on their faces “Did it work?”

Memories were blaring into your mind. The voices that led you to the cemetery, how Elijah had refused to let you go alone even when you'd promised to catch up should he want to go home to Hayley. The siphoner that was in the cemetery flashed through your head,the way she begged your forgiveness citing she had no choice then the person behind it all “I thought that bitch was long dead. Explains how someone could use my magic against me”

You hadn't realized you'd been rambling until Rebekah questioned who. You pushed yourself to your feet, meeting their eyes one by one “My mother”

Rebekah's eyes were wide, “What now?” You wiped your hands down your jeans feeling the dirt there from your memories, how you'd fought against the siphoner and how you'd tried to shield Elijah from the magic. 

You faced Rebekah and gave her a small smile “I'm going to go give Elijah his memories back then I'm going to go find my bitch of a mother and turn her inside out. Good news is this is no threat against your family or Hope. That bitch just wants me dead, she has for about two hundred years give or take”

“If it's a threat against you it is against family” Rebekah argued but you shook your head, already determined to do this alone. “I can do this alone” “But you don't have to” Freya pushed and you shook your head again “I need to go see Elijah. The faster he has his memories back the better”

You started to walk out then stopped to face the three women “Thank you for helping me” then looked at the two blondes “Klaus doesn't need to know what I'm doing or who I'm against. Not until either I kill her or we kill each other” “So lie to him?” Rebekah asked and you shrugged “Not lying if he doesn't care to ask” and with that you walked out. You knew who you were up against now, you could make a plan and even better you now knew how to free Elijah's memories as well. 

You were going to enjoy seeing her on her knees begging for mercy that would never come. She'd tried to destroy you. She almost cost your friendship with Hayley and Elijah and ripped the man you loved away from you. She'd pay for it all and you'd make sure she wouldn't be capable of being a threat ever again.

“What does he need to do?” Hayley asked after you'd explained how you could get Elijah his memories back. You motioned to the couch “Preferably lay down and I'll sit on the floor in front of the couch because if what happened with me is any indication I ended up on the floor”

She glanced towards the stairs and you knew it was because Hope was asleep having just laid down for a nap about ten minutes before you called. “It shouldn't be loud enough to wake her but with her witch side that alone may stir her”

She shared a look with Elijah and he nodded before walking over to lay down on the couch. You gave her a slight smile then walked over to the couch and kneeled down next to it facing Elijah. “Close your eyes and just trust me ok?” “Of course” was the reply he gave before he closed his eyes. You glanced back at Hayley “Just stand back in case it tosses me” she nodded, taking another step backwards.

You reached up to place the first two fingers of each hand on Elijah's temples then closed your eyes as well. Now that you knew what you were looking for, that it was your magic, this process should be easier on him than it was on you.

You didn't even have to fall into his mind. You could feel the barrier the moment you concentrated and focused on it. A slight burst happened as you fell backwards and Elijah sat up straight. 

He took a deep breath, staring at you with wide eyes. “Do you remember everything now?” He nodded and you smiled “Good” 

You got to your feet and nodded to Hayley “We both remember now” she started to take a step towards you but Hope's voice cut through calling for her mom. You looked at the stairs and Hayley smiled “You should go up. She misses you” you shook your head despite your heart aching to see the child that you'd fought for. “If something happens to me her last memory is the day I took her to the park, we made Klaus go on the slide with her and then we got her ice cream. I don't want her last memory of me being a quick hello then me leaving”

“What do you mean?” Hayley asked but Elijah answered for you “Her mother has been hunting her for years. She killed her father when she was young and means to kill her but not before stealing her magic for herself” you tilted your head towards him before saying “And if she wants it then I plan to make her come and get it herself. No siphoner and no one else being pulled into the crosshairs this is me and her”

“You can't mean to face her alone! She got inside your head and Elijah's! She's strong” Hayley argued but before you could respond Hope called out again. You looked towards the stairs then back at Hayley “Go to Hope. I promise you i will do everything I can to make it back”

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You watched Hayley walk to the stairs and started to walk out the house when Elijah called your name. You stood with your hand on the doorknob and looked back at him “You're not telling Niklaus and plan to ward it where Freya and Davina can't get into the cemetery to assist you” it wasn't a question but a statement. You hadn't realized he'd seen that while your mind was connected to him. 

“I can't let anyone else I care about be hurt by her. She almost destroyed your relationship with Hayley, my friendship with Hayley and she may have ruined my relationship with Klaus. Please Elijah, let me do this my way”

He shook his head  “You are a part of this family. None of us want to lose you. We simply need to make Niklaus see the truth” 

You glanced towards the stairs knowing if you saw Hope you'd lose any resolve you were holding onto to face this alone “Please Elijah. I've got to go” he let out a breath that was more of a sigh “When you find her you let us help you” you knew he could very well stop you from leaving if he wanted so you nodded “Deal”

Elijah knew you well enough to know when you were lying. He was on his feet by the time Hayley made it downstairs with Hope on her hip. “Where did she go?” She asked and he held her gaze, knowing she could see the answer in his eyes “I'm going to find Freya and Rebekah. I'll let you know how it goes” he kissed her on the lips, the first one they'd shared in days then left a kiss on Hope's forehead.

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Klaus was in his art studio, a half drank bottle of top shelf bourbon sat in front of him as he stared at the canvas you and Hope had painted so long ago. Flowers and butterflies decorated the pink background. It stood out amongst his work, brightness in all the darkness. 

His heart ached to see you, transgressions he could forgive. Had it been anyone other than his brother he would've simply killed them and that would've been that. 

He leaned his head back against the couch about the time he heard the front door slam open followed by all four of his siblings screaming variations of his name.  He downed the rest of the bourbon that was in his glass before standing. If Rebekah and Elijah had summoned Kol and Freya back to New Orleans this must be their stand against him. 

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Elijah stood at the base of the stairs with Kol standing next to him and both men were flanked by Rebekah and Freya. “Dear brother, come to relish in your conquest of stealing my little witch?”

Before Elijah could open his mouth Kol shook his head “Come off it Nik. That girl loves you. She's went to hell and back for this family, for your daughter” Klaus spun to meet Kol “Don't tell me you plan to have her next”

Rebekah looked at Freya “Just show him! It's the only way to shut him up and prove to him that he's in the wrong” 

Klaus narrowed his eyes at his older sister “Come to play have we?” She shook her head “No. I came home to help her. She figured out who's after her but you're not going to believe words. You'll believe seeing the memories yourself” before he could ask she touched two fingers to his temple and two to Elijah's.

His vision went white then Klaus was on the sidewalk, seeing you and Elijah walk out of the antique shop. You tucked a small velvet bag into your purse then slipped your arm back through Elijah's before he nodded at your purse  “That's going to mean a lot to Hayley and Niklaus both” you smiled “I hope they like it. It's taken me about seventy years to chase it down”

The two of you walked past him and he cursed Freya for trapping him in this vision but then you doubled over in pain. He moved on instinct alone to grab you but of course he couldn't. Elijah helped to steady you and Klaus could see the worry on his brother's face “Perhaps you and Hayley should go out on a different night?” 

You straightened up and he knew instantly something was wrong. Your eyes weren't focused on Elijah or the people milling around the two of you “Go home Elijah, I'll catch up” you muttered pulling away from Elijah as you turned and started walking towards one of the many cemeteries around New Orleans. 

“Where are you going?” Elijah questioned falling in step behind you. Klaus followed the two of you into the gates of the cemetery and felt something was off right before you hit your knees again. Elijah yelled your name but when you looked up at him your eyes weren't their usual hue but a milky white “Elijah, it hurts” the broken sound of your voice twisted his heart then he heard another voice.

A woman walked into his view, she had a scar across her face and nothing but hate in her eyes as she looked at you. He saw pain ripple through Elijah holding him in place as the woman walked over to where you were on your knees and grabbed your hair roughly “My dear daughter. It's taken me so long to track you down and away from your hybrid too. Now how should I ensure your hybrid removes his protection from you? ”

You whimpered slightly both from pain and being helpless. He could feel his anger boiling inside of him watching you be abused. You were his strong little witch, able to withstand so much yet this woman had you immobile on your knees. Elijah managed to choke out your name and to ask who the woman was. “My mother” your voice was barely a whisper. 

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The vision shifted again and this time you and Elijah were walking into the compound but neither of you were speaking and your movements were robotic almost. He watched the two of you walk up the stairs and didn't need to follow to know the truth. Your mother had done this, the milky white of your eyes meant she'd had a siphoner. The way you and Elijah were acting as if you were simply puppets. He'd let someone hurt his little witch and his brother and allowed his own insecurities and pride to come before two of the most important people to him.

Klaus stumbled back from Freya feeling tears stinging his eyes and an anger boiling deep inside of him. “Where is she?” He asked, looking between his siblings. He needed to see you, beg forgiveness and hope you have it in your heart to give it to him. All this time he'd thought you'd betrayed him while he was in fact the one that betrayed you. 

“She's gone off to find her mother and face her alone. She feels she isn't part of this family and therefore not worth us fighting for” Freya answered and he shook his head “Spread out and find her. Her mother doesn't make it out of New Orleans”

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[crazycurly-77]

Hey, Ms. Secret Service! - Chapter 10

He only stared at her, saying not a word. Then he turned around and left her office with quick steps. 

He felt helpless, because he couldn't stop you from putting yourself in extreme danger, but he was determined to try to convince you that you have to come back. Especially since you had to come back to him and to gain that, he would do everything he was able to do. 

With that goal in mind, he was marching into the office and stopped only when he was standing next to you. There he stood for a moment, looking intensely at you. Then he took you by the upper arm and ordered "come with me". He pulled you with him to the elevator, pushed the button for it to come and then you waited for it's arrival.

When the doors opened, you got in and he immediately pressed the emergency stop. 

First you two stood in silence in the half dark cabin. 

Then he turned to you and yelled "you can't be serious! You can't do that. It will most likely mean your certain death!"

You winced because of his yelling at you and felt guilty as hell of what you were pushing your colleagues and especially him through. 

So you tried to reason with him

"that's my job, that's what I've been trained to do, to get other people out of the shit."

"Yes, but not in a suicide mission!" he shouted. You tried your best to defend your reason, but your knees buckled at his anger and your beginning desperation.

"I'm the best qualified for that” you whispered half heartedly. 

"I'll tell you what. You're coming back. You have to come back. You just have to" he whispered too and his anger began to fade away. Instead of that his desperation began to show. 

You did your best to stay brave for him and smiled sadly 

"we'll see. It was definitely fun working with you."

That almost broke his heart, because it sounded so much like a final goodbye, that he could hardly bear it. And so he made a decision.

He grabbed you, pulled you into his arms and said ardently "I'll give you a reason to come back". 

Then he pressed you with his entire body against the wall of the elevator and kissed you passionately. He poured all his desperation, passion and affection into this kiss and caressed your body with his hands, which were calloused from woodwork, but tender.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulled him even closer to you and kissed him back with the same passion. With one hand you played with his short hair on the back of his neck and with the other you started to unbutton his shirt. As he began to lift your shirt and caress your naked skin, you couldn't suppress a moan. It was getting hotter and hotter and your tongues fighted with each other for dominance. 

But before you two could go any further, the ringing of his cell phone brought you back to reality.

He let it ring, but took a step back from you and switched the elevator back on again.

The doors opened and there they all were. All of your colleagues with stern faces, waiting for you to say goodbye to you, maybe for good. That made your leaving all the more harder. Will you see them all again? Will you see Jethro again? You didn't know and it broke your heart, but you hoped very much to see them again very soon. 

Tony was the first to wish you luck. He hugged you so hard that he nearly broke your ribs. Then he grinned at you and said “you can do it. Finish them, tigress.”

That made you laugh “will do my very best, promise.”

Tim was fighting his tears and couldn't say anything. But that wasn't needed. You hugged as tight as you could and that was all the conversation you needed. 

Then came Ducky, the wonderful and nice gentleman of the autopsy “you will make it my dear, I know and believe in it.” You hugged him and nodded, whispering “thank you.”

Last but not least there were the girls and my goodness, that was even harder than saying goodbye to the boys. 

Abby was crying madly and sobbed “please don't go. You are precious to us, you can't go and maybe never come back.” The two of you hugged. You tried to calm her down, but you were crying, too. 

Then Kate wanted to wish you luck. You held onto each other dearly and were both crying. “You have to come back. I know we had our differences, but you became a friend on our weekend together. And despite that, what will I do without you? You can't leave me alone with these morons.” She winked at you. 

You laughed “you're right, I can't do this to you. And yes, you became a friend on this weekend. I would like to repeat that, if I come back. But I mean a weekend for us girls only. What do you say?” 

“Wonderful idea!” 

“Alright, then that's settled.” 

Then you stepped back, looked around with tears in your eyes, smiled at everyone a probably last time and then turned and left.

(To be continued...)

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[seramilla]

As soon as Sera finds Carmilla in hell and realizes that they both still love each other Carmilla probably proposes to her.

"Marry me!"

Sera can't even process the sight in front of her. It's surreal, transcendent, and might almost be comical, under different circumstances. This woman she loves, this strong, monolith of a person, bends down before her on one knee, like Sera's a thing to be worshiped. She is. Was. Used to be. Carmilla is not small, but she looks so fragile on her knee in front of her.

It's sudden, and unexpected. There's no ring, because there was no time to get one. Just an act of desperation, and an earnest plea on Carmilla's part.

"Please, Sera."

"Wh-what?" Sera looks down at Carmilla, aghast and agog. If it weren't such a serious, somber moment, she might have laughed nervously. But there's none of that shy, flustered mess left inside of her. She recognizes the significance of this moment. Carmilla waits for an answer. Patiently, with bated breath.

If it weren't already raining, Carmilla might see the tears forming on Sera's cheeks. Thankfully, for once, the rain isn't acid. Not that it makes a difference to them as angels. It's not like it can puncture their holy skin. But it's nicer, all the same, not to have that as a backdrop to this moment.

"You don't know what you're asking," Sera says, trying to hold back a sob. "I have...I am...nothing. Not anymore. What do I have to offer someone like you?"

"Everything," Carmilla says, still not standing yet. "Everything that I lost, and more."

Sera cries harder, cupping her face in her hands. There's no use hiding, but the shame hits home all the same. There's so much of it. It almost weighs her down, with its presence. "You have an empire, Carmilla. You are someone. You have a purpose. I have...nothing left. I'm no longer Seraphim, I have no status, no influence over Heaven. Nothing. What could I possibly have that you want?"

"I don't want anything," Carmilla admits, finally standing to draw Sera's hands away from her face, holding them tightly in her claws. She has to look up at the taller woman. It's a familiar, long-forgotten feeling, but welcome all the same. "I never wanted anything from you. Why do you think I'm down here? And if you actually cared about all that, you wouldn't be here, either. You finally saw the light, Sera. It's okay. We'll make it. I'll make a way for us. I promise."

The dam breaks, and Sera sobs, lowering herself so Carmilla can grasp her around the neck. She holds Carmilla's face as they kiss, and Carmilla grips her shoulders tightly. Tight enough to threaten the integrity of Sera's robe, but not enough to hurt. She will never hurt her. Not anymore. Never again.

"Yes," Sera finally says, gasping around Carmilla's lips. "Yes, Carmilla. I'll marry you. Please let me."

"Okay." It's a simple answer. Nothing more is needed. Carmilla draws Sera deeper into their kiss, and lets the rest of the world fade into obscurity around them.

[jungle-angel]

Back To School Blues (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: It's after the holidays, but you're feeling a little bluer than you normally would, but you know that your husband is your biggest support system no matter what

Warnings: Seasonal depression, mentions of birth, post holiday blues etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

You scrubbed away at the last of the dinner dishes trying so hard to put everything out of your mind, hoping that by keeping your hands occupied, it would make the thoughts of going back to work leave.

But it didn't.

No matter how hard you scrubbed or scraped, the thoughts just wouldn't leave. Anger, confusion and a whole swirl of emotions welled within you, your body tensing up at the slightest thought of it.

You felt your eyes burning, searing with hot tears and your chest tightening until you couldn't hold it in any longer. You loved and enjoyed those sweet and blissful days of decorating the Christmas tree, listening to the goofy Christmas records on the stereo in the living room or looking in the windows of all the stores downtown to see if the perfect gift for your family members lay within, coming home after a long day to see the tree and the living room lit up and smelling all the delicious foods cooking in the kitchen. But now that New Years was fast approaching, you couldn't help but feel sad that it would be another year until you could do it again.

You loved your students, your girls in the nursing major at school as though they were your own family, but you couldn't help but dread the thought of having to go back to work. You couldn't keep it in any longer as a sob broke from your throat.

It wasn't until you felt a pair of strong arms around you and warm lips pressing against your cheek that you were able to calm down for a minute, realizing your husband was home from visiting the neighbors up the street.

"Hi sweetpea," Calvin whispered.

You sniffed through your tears and hugged him back, your arms so tight around his waist you feared to let go. "M'sorry," you shuddered.

"Sorry for what?" he asked.

"For looking like this."

Calvin chuckled a little and kissed your lips sweetly. "C'mon in the living room and we'll talk," he told you. "I'll make you a hot tea."

You hurried upstairs to the bathroom to wash off your face and met Calvin back down in the living room, the hot mug of black tea freshly steaming as he set it on the coffee table. You took your seat beside him, snuggling into each other, only breaking away when he had decided to light a fire in the fireplace.

"Alright sweetpea," he said. "What's going on?"

"I'm just feeling really blue," you croaked.

Calvin thought for a moment, settling back in beside you and lifting your chin up to meet his gaze. "Do you......do you think it's baby blues?"

You shook your head. "I've been talking to your mother about all that," you admitted. "Dr. Kennedy says it's completely normal too."

Calvin nodded.

"I just don't want to go back," you croaked again, sniffing a little. "I love my girls and I love my job but....."

"But you'd rather stay at home with me, Ell and Six-Thirty?" Calvin asked.

You nodded, squeezing a few tears away. "I just want you.....you and our baby."

Calvin hugged you tighter, kissing your cheek and then your forehead. "I know sweetpea," he said. "I know, it's hard to go back after being away for so long. But guess what? Summer break is gonna come up fast."

You had completely forgotten about the long summer break that was soon to come. You had been looking forward to it even while you were pregnant with Ellen, planning for all those long, hot days in your favorite spot, watching Calvin row on the lake with his team, swimming at the lake and even the Fourth of July picnic that the neighborhood threw every year.

"I completely forgot about that," you chuckled.

"See?" Calvin said before kissing you again. "There's always something to look forward to sweetheart. We just have to find it."

You laughed before you kissed him again when Six-Thirty came barreling down the stairs with Ellen's teddy bear in his mouth. "Looks like somebody's awake," Calvin chuckled.

"Or about to be," you said when you heard Ellen's cries coming from upstairs. "I'll make you something if you want, you've got to be tired."

"Mind making me a Manhattan while I go grab her?"

You didn't hesitate in the least. You went into the kitchen and mixed him up a Manhattan with extra ice as he came downstairs with Ellen, gently patting her back and kissing her cheeks.

"Definitely not a morning person," he laughed as soon as she settled down.

You laughed with him before taking her from his arms, the two of you retreating to the living room to continue talking about your day.

"So where were you most of the day?" you asked him.

"Joel and Sandra were having a little trouble with something and Dad and I had to go help," Calvin explained. "One of the motors to the refrigerators at the store broke and the repairman never showed up to repair it."

"Why that skeevy son of a....."

"Hey, little ears Momma," Calvin warned you before you could say another word.

You laughed and rolled your eyes. "Well, either way I hope they catch the little rat," you told him. "That's completely unfair to Abe and Rose."

"Oh believe me Abe was not happy," Calvin chuckled before taking a sip of his drink. "Biggest mistake the twerp made was don't give Abe Levenstein a reason to hunt you down."

You knew full well that there was truth to Cal's statement. Abe had been in Henry's Marine Corps. unit and the man had been a well known tracker, able to find some of the worst reprobates who dared to come into his neck of the woods and mess with the people closest to him. He had been like a second uncle to Calvin and had taught him many of the tactics that he and Henry had picked up from their time in the military.

"Speaking of which," Calvin said. "Rose said that she's willing to rotate shifts with mom if we need an extra babysitter. Sandy goes back the same time we do so she can come on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays to help if need be."

"Next time we see her, we'll have to say thank you and give her the extra brownies in the tin," you chuckled.

You and Calvin had a good laugh on the matter, making all the plans you could for the summer and soon you had begun to feel much better, all thanks to your husband and the people closest to you.

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𝗣𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗻 𝗖𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵 (𝟭𝟴+)

⇛𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨⇚

𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 ‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

The whole thing was worse than anything. Me and Willa spent almost the entire day taking care of the pack, making sure some didn't get sick more than others, but what was really scaring me was Wynter.

She looked the worst out of everyone. Her skin was pale, and she could barely walk. I tried not to cry at all, but I just couldn't help the fact that I had to watch my little sister and my pack slowly get worse and worse.

I went into my room and sat on the bed with my face in my hands, trying to keep my emotions together, until I heard a small knock on the door.

"M?" I recognized that it was Willa's voice, but I said nothing. I could hear a pair of footsteps get closer before they sat down on the bed next to me.

"I failed the whole pack, and now I don't even think we'll live to see tomorrow. I'm scared. Willa, I'm fucking scared for them all for Wynter; she looks like she's been through hell and back. I don't want to see her like this!" I sobbed.

I felt arms wrap around me, and Willa placed her head on my shoulder. She massaged my hair as I continued to sob.

"You didn't fail this pack at all, Moon," she said, lifting my chin with her finger so that we were looking into each other's eyes.

"In fact, you've gotten us farther than anybody else. Sure, I might have found out where you were, but you found out where the moonstone was all by yourself. You're the best great alpha to ever live, and I'll take it to my grave," she said, giving me her softest smile.

I found myself smiling back as I wiped my tears.

"God, what would I do without you, Willa?" I said, taking her hand. She chuckled and gave my knuckles a kiss.

"Probably grow old and alone," she teased, and we both let out a laugh.

"I'm glad you were chosen as my mate. I honestly couldn't think of anyone better," I replied.

Willa snickered before plopping sideways right into my lap. "The feelings are mutual," she sarcastically said, and she gave me a kiss on the lips.

We both turned our heads to the door when we heard a knock and saw Wyatt standing there. "Hey, that zombie is here," he said and walked off. I raised my brow, and Willa got up, helping me up with her hand.

We walked out of the room and saw Zed standing there nervously, and he stiffened a little when he saw us.

I was still kind of mad at him for how he grabbed Willa earlier today and the fact that he basically called my family wild animals.

"Zed, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Look, they were wrong to destroy Seabrook Power, and I was wrong about werewolves. You have every right to fight for who you are," he explained.

"Yeah, but what are we now, zombie?" Wyatt spoke up.

"You're fierce, proud werewolves!" Zed exclaimed.

"Yeah, they think we're monsters," Willa pointed out.

"We are monsters," Zed said.

"And I think it's time we show them who we really are; we're going to meet up at zombietown and walk into the prawn together, and I really want you guys to come," Zed said in a pleading tone.

I looked at the rest of my pack and sighed. If this was going to be our last day, why not spend it breaking the rules?

"Alright, we were in," I said, and I was caught off guard by him pulling me into a hug.

I smiled softly and hugged him back. "Ok, ok, let's not get soft here," I said, pushing him away after some time, and he laughed.

"What time do we meet you there?" I asked.

"What about 5:30?"

"Alright, that sounds like a plan."

"Ok, then see you, Moon!"

"Bye, Zed," I waved to him as he walked out of the den.

"Well, wolves, it looks like we've got a prawn to crash!" I said, and they all cheered.

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I looked in my mirror, making sure I looked good. As I fixed my suit up, there was literally no way in hell I was going to be wearing a dress, so Wyatt landed me one of his suits since he couldn't fit it anymore.

"Moon, can you help me with something?!"

"Yeah, sure, I'll-hot damn," I whistled, seeing Willa step out in her dress.

"At this point, I want to ditch that dance and have our own, if you know what I mean," I said, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Moon!" She groaned, but I could see her cheeks getting red.

"Hey, it's not my fault you got it all out," I said, raising my hands in surrender.

"Anyways! I was asking for help deciding which shoes I should wear.

"Your boots are most likely going to be dancing and singing, so you'll need a boost and energy," I said.

"Well, ok," she said.

"This dress is literally not as comfortable as I thought it would be. I mean, when I saw it, I thought it was going to be the perfect size, but no, as soon as I put it on, it's a problem. I should really measure myself more before trying on it. Are you even listening?" She said,

"I mean, I was, but that's until you bent down and showed all of that-"

"God Moon!" She growled and stormed off, leaving me a laughing wreck.

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"Thank you, sir. After you," Bucky cheerfully said, letting another couple pass.

"What's that?" Stacey spoke out loud, pointing at the approaching group, and they gasped at what they saw.

"It's zombies! And werewolves. In formal wear?" Jacey said it in disbelief.

"They look good," Lacey said, looking Moon up and down but stopping when she saw the looks she was getting.

"You guys can't be here. There are laws against this," Bucky said sharply.

"Bad laws are meant to be broken. And monsters don't follow the rules," Moon said, raising an eyebrow with a sly smirk.

"Zombies are a part of Seabrook, Bucky. And we deserve to be here," Zed said.

"We're a part of Seabrook, too. The originals, in fact," Wyatt replied.

"Someone's got to stop you," Bucky said, going for the z-alarm, but Willa and Moon blocked his way, growling at him and baring their claws, making him jump back in fear.

"Welcome to Prawn!" He squeaked before running inside.

All of a sudden, Willa's moonstone turned green, and she started to cough. "Fuck Willa," Moon said, quickly balancing her girlfriend as she stumbled back, trying to regain her composure.

"You, ok?" She asked, and Willa nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied.

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We walked into the building, and people looked shocked to see us but didn't say anything.

I looked at Willa and saw that she was looking off into the distance.

"You good, Wils?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, giving me a smile.

"Well, can I have this dance?" I asked.

"Of course," she said.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she wrapped hers around my neck as we swayed to the music.

"I'm really sorry, Willa. I thought we could find the moonstone, but"

"Moon, none of that really mattered to me. All I wanted was to be with you again. The older I got, the more it pained me to not wake up next to you, and when we finally found you, that moonstone was farther from my mind. If I do die, I would rather it be with the person I love," she and I pressed our foreheads together.

"You're a true heart of gold, my true heart of gold," I said, connecting our lips in what might be our last kiss.

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(Zed) You're from the perfect paradise And I'm living on the darker side

(Addison) Ooh, I had a feeling If you got to know me

(Zed) Right from the start you caught my eye And something inside me came to life

(Addison) Ooh, I've got a feeling Now you really know me

(Zed, Addison) Someday

(Addison) This could be, this could be ordinary

(Zed, Addison) Someday

(Addison) Could we be something extraordinary?

(Zed) You and me side by side

(Zed, Addison) Out in the broad daylight If they laugh, we'll say We're gonna be someday Someday, someday We're gonna be someday Someday, someday We're gonna be someday

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All of a sudden, the ground started to shake, and everyone looked around in shock.

"This way!" Wyatt yelled, and all the monsters started to follow him.

"You're supposed to protect your president!" Bucky shouted.

"Nobody's giving a damn about you, Bucky!" Moon yelled out while running off.

They came to a stop, and Moon squinted when she saw something and crouched down to get a better look.

"Can it be?" She whispered to herself.

"What is it?" Willa asked.

"The energy from the moonstone must've created the fault line," she replied.

"What?"

"Look! If we follow this crack, it may lead us to the moonstone," she said, making the wolves look at her in shock.

"But we thought it was destroyed."

"Or was it?" Moon said with a smirk.

"So, it's only buried and not destroyed?" Willa said it in disbelief.

"Yes," Moon replied.

"Well, in that case, we have to get to it. Quickly, while we still can!" Wyatt said, and they all started to run.

"It's this way. I see the light. It's coming from Seabrook Power!" Moon exclaimed.

They all got to a certain room and gasped when they saw the moonstone.

"Holy shit," Moon muttered.

"Legend says that together, our pack can move the stone. All of us, lift!" Wyatt said.

"Umm, at this point, I'm so against listening to what history is saying."

"MOON!" Everyone yelled at her, making her jump.

"Ok, ok, damn!" She said she tried to help the pack lift, but it was too heavy.

"Gosh, this thing weights like tons!" She grumbled.

"Then maybe you need to expand your pack," a voice said as Addison and the zombies came inside.

"Addison?" Wyatt asked in confusion, and she gave him a smile.

"We came here to help. Come on, everyone. We got this!" Addison said, and everyone started to lift. It was working at first until another rumble came through, trapping everyone inside.

"Chamber's collapsed. We can't carry the moonstone through," Wynter said in a panic.

Moon quickly let out a gasp and went to Zed. "Hey little brother, I'm going to need your help," she said, and he nodded.

"You're going to have to take off. You're Z-band," she said, and he looked more nervous.

"I can't what if I lose control again?!" He asked.

"We gotta have Zed; just trust me, ok?" She said this, looking into his eyes, and he nodded.

"Ok, let's do this!" He said that and took off his z-band, making him zombie out immediately.

Moon's eyes turned yellow, and she let out a loud roar as she turned into her wolf form.

Zed looked like he was struggling to control, but through the encouraging words of everybody, he was able to help Moon lift the entrance so that everyone could get through.

But just as everyone went through, the bolder dropped again before Moon and Zed could get out.

"Moon!" Willa yelled.

"Zed, Moon!?" Addison yelled out in nervousness and fear.

Everyone stood in silence at the scene before them before two lights were seen in the distance. Next thing they knew, Zed had put his Z-band back on.

"Wait, where's Moon?" Wyatt asked.

They heard a loud shuffling noise, and the whole pack was shocked to see Moon dragging the moonstone along with her large wolf frame before stopping and changing back into her human form in front of everyone.

"Somebody order a moonstone by any chance?" She asked with a smirk.

"Moon!" Willa yelled, running towards her mate and jumping onto her, and the whole pack cheered and surrounded her with hugs.

"We crushed it! We nailed it! We so rock! Yes!" Wynter yelled but stopped when everyone was looking at her.

"Too much?" she asked.

"Perfect!" Willa laughed, hugging her best friend.

"We did it," Addison said.

"Say "brains."

"Brains!" They all said as the camera went off.

The whole pack let out a howl, and I was surprised to hear Bonzo say it perfectly. "Hey, you said that perfectly," Wyatt said with a smile.

"Dude knows every language in the book," Moon chuckled out.

"Yeah, Bonzo's got an ear for languages," Bree giggled.

"Simp" Moon mumbled under her breath but winced when she felt a punch on her right arm.

"What was that for?" She said she was looking at Willa.

"That! Was for scaring me for the 500th time!" She huffed.

"Aww, does my little beta care for me? - Fuck!" Moon yelled when Willa elbowed her right in the gut, taking all the air out of her lungs. Willa smirked and walked off, leaving Moon in pain.

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(Addison) We are all different, baby But that's what I like We're separate, but we're together Like stars in the sky We got a good thing going on Yeah, nobody has to feel alone Oh, yeah

(All) One of us chased the day And one of us faced the night And all of us paved the way To where we all are tonight Turned around And now we found That we are now All...

(Zed) One for all Used to be divided

(Addison) One for all Now we're all united

(Wyatt) One for all This party ain't private

(Willa) One for all Everyone's invited

(All) One for all

(Eliza) No wristband required

(All) One for all

(Zed) Get hyped, get excited

(All) One for all One for all One for all One for all

(Zed) There's something here that's magic Let's dance until dawn The feeling is automatic It's where we belong We're so unique, we're not the same Yeah, and that's what gives us all our strength

(All) One of us chased the day And one of us faced the night And all of us paved the way To where we all are tonight Turned around And now we found That we are now All...

(Cheerleaders) We about to bring it on-on Watch me shake it like a pom pom Yeah, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it, shake it like a pom pom

(Zombies) Yeah, get sick, get ill Lean back with a zombie tilt Hey, with a zombie tilt Yeah, with a zombie tilt

(Wolves) Uh, new kids on a new block Werewolves do the moon-walk Do the moon-walk Do the moon-walk

(Zed) One for all Used to be divided

(Addison) One for all Now we're all united

(Wyatt) One for all This party ain't private

(Moon) One for all Everyone's invited

(All) One for all

(Eliza) No wristband required

(All) One for all

(Zed) Get hyped, get excited

(All) One for all, one for all One for all, one for all One for all One for all One for all One for all One for all

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Everyone cheered as Addison and Zed leaned in and sealed each other with a kiss.

"My brother does have game I'm a proud mother," Moon said, wiping the fake tears, and Willa chuckled.

"I'm honestly in a rush to take off these shoes," she grumbled.

"I'm in a rush too," Moon said, smirking.

"Oh really?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, I'm most definitely rushing to get you home and take those clothes off," she whispered to Willa while grabbing her chin.

"Oh yeah"

"Mhm," she said, pulling Willa into a hot kiss by her waist.

Willa let out a soft moan as Moon hoisted her up by her legs.

"Ok! Ok! People are still here!" Moon heard Wyatt grumble, but Moon just flicked him off and kept kissing Willa.

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When Prawn was over, everyone was saying their goodbyes, but I basically brushed them off, picked Willa up, and rushed back to the den.

The moment we got back, I tugged her into the room and closed the door, making sure it was locked, before slamming her against it and pressing my lips to hers.

I reached behind her and unzipped her dress before taking it off her shoulders. She fully took it off along with her shoes before I grabbed her from under her thighs and lifted her up.

She wrapped her legs around my waist as our kiss continued, and I led her over to the bed before roughly tossing her down on it.

I made quick use of my suit before getting on top of her.

"Last time I was being nice, but now I'm really not going to hold back this time," I said, pinning her hands above her head.

"Then don't," she said, biting her lip.

"God, you're going to be the death of me," I groaned, smashing my lips onto hers.

Our lips moved together, and I trailed my hand down her body, squeezing her waist, before slowly trailing my hand down into her underwear and starting to rub her.

She moaned into a kiss, and I pulled away and focused my attention on her neck, sucking on the skin.

"God, Moon," she whimpered, her nails digging into my hands.

I slowly pushed two fingers into her, making her back arch and leaving her lips.

"You like that, my beta?" I growled into her ear.

"Yes," she whined out.

I curled my fingers, and she let out a loud moan, buckling her hips to meet my movements.

I started pumping my fingers into her until I hit a certain spot, and based on her expression, I knew I had found her g-spot, so I roughly moved my fingers into that same spot.

Her nails dug into the skin of my hands, almost drawing blood.

"Fuck! Moon, don't stop!" She cried out.

"Don't plan to," I groaned under my breath, feeling her walls close around my fingers until she bit her hand, covering the loud scream that came from her throat as she came onto my fingers, her eyes turning gold.

"You taste so good," I moaned, licking my fingers clean, and I saw her face heat up.

I was surprised when she flipped us over and slowly pulled my boxers down before tossing them away.

I watched as she wrapped her soft hands around my eraction and started stroking it gently. "Oh fuck," I groaned, leaning my head back against the pillows.

She stopped stroking and replaced her hand with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before lowering her head further down and bobbing her head up and down.

"God damn Willa," I moaned, grabbing her hair in a ponytail and slowly moving her head faster.

She hummed around me while looking into my eyes. The vibration only bumped up the pleasure even more.

After a few minutes, she started to move her head at lightning speed while adding her hand to get the rest she couldn't fit in her mouth.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I was completely on cloud nine. At this point, I gripped her hair tighter as I felt my climax getting closer.

I groaned loudly and slammed her head down when my climax finally hit me. I removed my hand from her hair, and she took me out of her mouth with a wet pop.

"How did you manage to do that?" I asked breathlessly, and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Natural instinct" was all she said before climbing onto my lap.

I grabbed her hips as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra before taking it off and tossing it behind her.

I flipped us over and flipped her onto her stomach, hoisting her hips up before pushing into her and immediately starting at a rough pace, giving her no time to adjust.

"Oh god!" She moaned, gripping the cover tightly.

"Told you I wasn't holding back." I chuckled breathlessly, my hair falling over my face as I dug my claws deeper into her skin, quickening my pace.

Her head collapsed onto the pillows, and the only sound coming from her was small whimpers and moans.

I leaned my head down towards her shoulder and dug my canines into the skin, leaving a bite mark.

"You tired, Will's?" I asked with a smirk.

"N-no," she grunted when I started to slow my thrusts but did rough strokes.

I pulled out of her and flipped her over, grabbing her legs and hoisting them on my shoulders before pushing back into her.

She bit her lip as I continued my same pace, and I couldn't tell she was trying to keep her noises in, but she was failing miserably because I could hear the occasional small moan leave her lips.

I growled loudly, feeling my climax getting closer and her walls closing around me at the same time.

I removed her legs from her shoulders, lifted her hips, and started slamming mine into hers. Her eyes rolled back as she let all of her sounds out.

I was glad the pups rooms were on the other side, but I really couldn't say the same for Wyatt or Wynter if they were even back already, which I'm pretty sure they were.

Our sounds got louder until I slammed into her for the final time, both of our eyes glowing golden as I released inside of her.

I rode out our highs before pulling out and plopping down beside her.

"Wow," Willa said, and I laughed.

"You're not wrong," I said.

"Wait a second, did everyone outside hear us?" She asked in an alarmed tone.

"I don't think so," I replied honestly. I didn't know and quite frankly didn't care.

"Today was an amazing night," she hummed, placing her head on my chest.

"Indeed, it was," I said, giving her a kiss on the lips before we both dozed off to sleep.

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[seishironagi2]

A Love Across Eras

A/N: I recently found the best dividers. I love the ones from @saradika-graphics. and I absolutely adore daisies, so those are the ones I chose to use. also. today is my birthday :p. (June 10th, I just forgot to post this. Sorry, my loves)

summary: final goodbyes hurt more than you thought, but then again, goodbyes never are final.

James Sirius Potter x muggleborn!reader

word count:

warnings: none

read the previous parts: part one part two part three part four part five

Sirius hugged you tightly, his tears making a wet puddle on your shoulder. you pat his back softly, letting him cry it out.

upon looking around the room, you see James the first on Albus, as he hugs the boy. Albus was never good with comforting people who were crying.

and seeing him trying to do so and failing. miserably. was hilarious. you couldn't help but laugh. causing everyone to look at where you were laughing.

"w-what're you laughing at," Albus says, clearly flustered as he pats James back, unsure how to react.

"You look so stupid right now. I can't." You say as you laugh,causing sirius to just sob harder.

"Siri.. hey, don't cry. I swear we'll meet again, hm? I won't have it any other way." You say comforting the boy

"Y/n, you have two shoulders, right? take this one." Albus says as he hands James to you.

"Now, now stop your crying and let's have some fun on your last day hm?" You say as you pat the boys shoulders

"alright. bet." sirius says as he stands up, causing you to give him a look. you slowly move James to your James' lap, letting him rest there.

"sirius black. were you pretending to cry your heart out all this while." You say calmly as you slip your shoe off.

"uhm yeah. what did you think of my acting skills?" He responds smugly while crossing his arms.

"Sirius, I advise you to start running." your James says as he rubs other James' hair.

you smile at him, throwing your shoe at the boy.

"no! not my face. it's my 2nd best attribute!" he says as he runs around the dorm.

"oh yeah? then what's the first." You say, running after the boy.

"My hair, of course." he says, throwing his hair behind his shoulder.

"well then maybe I'll just cut it all off." You say, finally catching him,his screams echoing through the room

minutes later, you two sit in front of Albus and Remus. your hair was dishevelled, and Sirius had a bruise on his cheek.

"Now, what do you say?" Remus says as he looks at the two of you. both the james' in a corner sliently laughing as they hug each other.

"Sorry, y/n." he says

"Sorry, siri." You respond

"and?" Albus adds as you go in for the hug.

"good job." The two say in unison.

"since it is our last day tomorrow. maybe we can sneak out to Hogsmeade?" Your James say

"Yeah!!, I'm craving a nice warm butterbeer." You say smiling.

you reach out to your james, ruffling his hair as you sit on his lap.

"so what's the plan again? I zoned out." Albus says as he rubs his eyes.

"well tomorrow morning, 11am we meet here and y/n has to reverse whatever spell she put here. then we head to hogsmeade and chill there." Remus says rolling his eyes.

"Siri, come and talk to me outside. Will ya?" You say, grabbing his hands as you take him to a small balcony at your house.

"siri. Do you know how the summer holidays are starting soon?" You ask, smiling at the boy who nods.

"yeah. I'm spending the summer at james' this year." he responds wondering where your going with this.

"can you do me a favour?" you ask smiling softly.

"Yeah, y/n. anything." he says, smiling back

"You'll be going to your house for the last time, right? I want you to take regulus with you." You finish smiling softly as Sirius gives you a bewildered look.

"I'm not supposed to tell you this. but if he stays in that house for any longer. he will die in the next year." You say softly as the boy's eyes fill with tears.

"he's not one of those typical slytherins, siri. he's doing it because he has to survive." You finish as the boy erupts into tears, holding you tightly

after a while, sirius calms down, a determined look on his face as he walks back into the room, you following behind.

"now what?" albus asks as he looks at the two of you while Remus walks over, taking sirius' face in his hands.

"did you cry more?" he asks, a soft and caring tone in his voice as he hugs sirius.

"Now. we get ready to leave." You say, grabbing the bag filled with your notes before you all walk back into the hallway.

you point your wand at the door, "domum abire." You mutter, before whooshing sounds are heard.

making your way downstairs into the common room as James takes the bag from your shoulder, putting it on his as he holds your hand, occasionally rubbing his thumb over your knuckles

"Let's go home, boys." You say before putting the number in, waving bye-bye one last time as the whooshing sound comes back,this time, taking you guys back to the future.

"my god, james, you are never doing that again." you say, standing up as you dust yourself off

"My mistake for being a caring boyfriend, I guess. what else must a not sigma male like me do." he jokes

albus rolls his eyes as he stands up.

"y/n, this isn't the right year." he says as the two of you look shocked, seeing most of the marauders and regulus.

"my gods, angel you had one job." james says groaning as sirius engulfs you and albus in a hug

"you're back!" he says as you hear a younger harry asking his dad who we are.

"fuck you y/n." albus says, flipping you off

it's so late as I write this so it has not been proofread. goodnight

[pinkcherryblossomangel]

Away from myself

A follow up to AWAY FROM HOME

Bang Chan x reader

- it's eight months after the last chapter

- it's seven months since Y/N saw some nasty responses to rumours

- it's six months since she started spiralling

- five months since she stopped replying to his text

- four months since she stopped reading them

- three months since he stopped messaging

- two months since she stopped sleeping properly

- one day till she has to see him again.

STARING

Bang Chan

Han

Changbin

Y/N

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TRIGGER WARNINGS

Depression

NSFW

Negative body image

Anxiety

Self-hatred

General poor mental health

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His hand reaches up, grabbing mine out of his hair. Our finger interlock as he continues to explore.

My breath hitches at every change in direction.

The vibration of his giggles adding to the build up.

I glance down and see the smirk in his eyes.

The intense connection pushing me towards ~

I lurch awake. Panting, as sweat trickles down my back and forehead.

That didn't happen...

I wanted it more than anything, but that didn't happen.

I tear away my duvet and head to the bathroom. Walking down the dark hallway I know better than the back of my hand. It's been six months since I last spoke to Chris. And 3 months since he stopped trying to contact me.

Why do I always do this?

I always ruin everything good.

The cold water on my hands grounds me. The sensation reminding that this is what is real. The girl in the mirror is me. She is here. I am here.

"You okay sweetheart" my mums voice adds to the dawn birds song.

"Yeah just.."

"A bad dream?" She asks standing in the doorway. How do I answer this? Cause no. It wasn't a bad dream. It was an incredible one. One that reminded me of how utterly stupid I am.

"Yeah".

"Come here!" My mums embrace envelopes me in comfort. "Remember those bad dreams aren't really my love." I know that's the problem "and if they were I'd fight them off for you". She pinches my cheek like she did when I was a baby.

How can someone so full of love have made me?

"Now get back to sleep. Big day tomorrow!" Her excitement making me feel guilty for my lack.

"Do I have to go?!" I almost plead. She brushes my hair from my face.

"Y/N... my love yes. Yes you have to go! In two days time we will be in London. On a red carpet, at the premiere of your first every big film." The pride radiates off her. "My little girl" her eyes start to well, my follow in response. "Look at you living your dream! Being my little star!"

"I'm taller than you" I laugh between sobs.

"You'll always be my little girl." She switches in to PA mode, "Now go to bed, the train to London is at 9. And you have a call with your manager at 8."

"Love you mum"

"Love you too." She hugs me again "now move I need the toilet!"

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I beat my alarm by five minutes. My dad always said to set it 20 minutes before the scheduled arrival, so when you fall asleep, you don't miss your stop.

I guess he had some good advice after all.

My phones buzzes but it's not the alarm.

It's him.

It's Chris.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuckity.

Fuck.

I can't ignore him, tomorrow evening we'll be sat next to each other at the screening. Maybe I can ask Han to swap seats. Or is that too harsh? I just know that if his thigh touches mine...

Y/N, no. You can't do this. He deserves way better than you. Someone who could love him so much more than you can. You'll burden him. I love him too much to do that.

I'll check his message at the hotel. I pull my head phones and press shuffle.

Not now...

I haven't listen to them in months and now! The god damn universe hates me.

This will do. My eyes settle on the countryside flying past.

I need to be brave.

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I thank the receptionist as she hands me the PR plan for the next two weeks.

First the London premiere, then to the La premiere and lastly off to Seoul for the Asian premiere. The 3racha soundtrack is highly anticipated there, so much so they changed to an even bigger venue than la.

From what I heard it will be worth the wait. Chan would come over to my room every night after filming to show me what they'd come up with. Each snippet better than the last.

Each night ending in a passionate embrace.

No.

Stop it.

I close my eyes as if that will make the images erase from my mind.

Shit his text. I can't just ignore it. Why am I hyping myself up to read a text? What is wrong with me. Jesus.

I chuck my phone on the couch next to the TV. What am I gonna say.

I'm sorry Chris, I didn't message you for 6 months because I saw one tweet about us being friends and how I'm a fat piece of shit and I started to spiral and haven't been able to look at any thing to do with stray kids since then!

Or maybe

I'm sorry Chris that I somehow tricked you into liking me in anyway possible, we should just pretend nothing ever happened between us. Pretend that everytime something good happens, it isn't immediately ruined because I can't tell him. And then i wallow in my own stupid self-pity.

Christ... he really dodged a bullet

Flopping down on the bed, i open the manila envelope to see who I'm paired with for the interviews. I'm guessing it'll be with Jack, my on screen boyfriend. Haven't spoken to him since we stopped filming. So that's another awkward re-meeting tomorrow.

But it's not Jack's name there. Or jenna or tash. No it's non of my fellow actors. It's the boys of 3racha.

I immediately dial my manager.

"Hey Julie, I just got my PR plan. It says I'm doing the press bracket with 3racha? I thought I'd be doing it with Jack? Or another actor?"

"Oh yes! I forgot to say this morning! Since there's been such buzz around the soundtrack, Ryan thought it'd be a great idea to have them in the interviews. And he said you got along so well he'd thought you enjoy it!" Of course he did. "Is everything good? Do you want me to ask if they can change it?"

"No its okay, I was just a bit surprised is all" I can't kick up a fuss. I don't want any drama. "I'll see you tomorrow Julie!

" Remember, your interviews start at 9 am. I'll be there at 11. And then 7pm it's the red carpet and at 9pm it's the screening."

"I know," I say, trying to emphasise how many times I've been over the plan. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you"

"Thank you Y/N! Now have a nice dinner and treat your mum to something nice!"

"Don't worry I will". I hang up.

I need to text chan back.

I am not ready.

Someone knocks at the door. I open it and he's there.

Christopher is there in front of me.

I can't control myself. I burst into tears.

"I guess we're hotel neighbours again" he smiles sadly.

[alicewritingstories]

Febuwhump Day 11: Time loop

CW: Fatal injuries, blood, mention of torture

Continued from Day 8.

AO3

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Time set out an hour after his conversation with Four. He'd wanted to go sooner, but Sky had dropped into another fit of terrified screams and struggles. Despite his weakened state, he'd broken Hyrule's nose and bitten Wind's hand hard enough to break a bone before he collapsed again. Time hoped desperately that when - when - he recovered he would remember nothing and his injured brothers would indeed forgive him.

Once that was resolved, Time took Warriors and Twilight aside and told them, "Four has given me an idea for something that might help. I'm going to go back to that dungeon."

"I'm coming with you," said Twilight immediately.

"You're not," said Time. "I'm going back alone and I'm going to confront that mage, but I don't know whether my idea will work if anyone is with me. It's not worth the risk."

Warriors nodded. "Can you tell us what the plan is?"

Time shook his head. "This is all I'll say: I should be back in a couple of hours. If I'm not back after three, I'm leaving you two in charge. Do what seems best."

They'd come looking for him, he knew that, but he'd leave it to them to make their own plans as to how and when. He clasped each of their shoulders and added, "Take care of the others. And keep a good eye on Sky. I hope before long you'll see an improvement."

Twilight frowned and grabbed Time's wrist as he started to step away. "Old man… you're not going to do anything stupid, are you? Like sacrifice yourself in his place?"

Time shook his head. "That's certainly not what I'm planning to do."

Warriors smiled wryly. "I don't like the way you emphasized that," he said. "But all right, keep your secrets. We'll give you three hours."

Twilight was still gripping Time's wrist, but as Time met his eye he slowly relaxed and stepped back. "Be careful," he said softly.

Time nodded. "I will," he said firmly. He shot a last glance towards where Sky lay, Wild at his side now, his eyes still open and blank. Then he turned and walked away, heading back towards the dungeon where all this had happened. He didn't know if this would work. He didn't even know if the mage would have returned to their previous haunts having driven off the intruders. He just had to try.

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He reached the dungeon after a walk of an hour and four minutes. It had taken two and a half hours to cover the same distance with a helpless, delirious Sky, but he couldn't think about that now. The door by which they'd fled was still open, almost inviting them to return, and Time could feel the same dark aura as when they'd been there before. He let out a disgusted hiss of breath through his teeth, then took out the Ocarina of Time, clenching his fist around it. It always felt cold in his hand. He had promised himself he would never use it again.

He especially didn't want to do what he was about to try.

But he knew how awful a time loop could be. Hopefully the mage would feel the same way.

Before the memories could start to gather in earnest, he marched through the door.

"Where are you?" he demanded.

He heard someone laugh. An echo of the sound rattled around the stone room, warping and twisting into a sound like Sky's sobs.

"Show yourself!" he called. His voice didn't echo at all.

The texture of the air changed and a figure appeared in front of him, quite clear though it seemed to be made out of gray smoke. The mage smiled.

"I wondered when one of you would come back," he said. "If you're here to apologize for invading my home and beg me to release that one I cursed, get on your knees and do so. I'll listen and judge if it's to my satisfaction." He grinned. "I am enjoying myself, though, so I may ask a price. It struggles so deli-"

"I'm not here to beg for anything," Time interrupted, forcing himself to ease his enraged grip on the Ocarina. Now would be a very bad time to find out if it could break. "I can trap you as surely as you've trapped my friend and I've come to demand his release."

The mage laughed again. "Oh, how wonderful! You might even be more fun, if you'd care to offer an exchange."

As Time had told Twilight, that was not the plan. With a deep breath, he tried to ignore the ticking noise that was starting to ring softly in his ears and raised the Ocarina, playing that familiar handful of notes. The world reversed around him, the mage disappearing before his eyes, and he was whisked back to the doorway.

He walked in again.

The mage appeared, this time without laughing. He looked quizzical.

"What was that?" he asked.

"How I'm going to trap you until you release my friend." Time smiled grimly. "We're going to replay this meeting and this conversation over and over again as many times as it takes for you to release my friend."

The mage snarled. "It's mine for as long as I want to hold it!"

Time played the Song of Time again. He was pulled back to the doorway and walked in again.

"Release my friend," he said as soon as the mage appeared.

The mage hurled a bolt of something that crackled like lightning and shone like steel. It caught Time in the chest and pinned him to the wall, his vision whiting out for a moment in agony. He heard himself let out a groaning cry as if from a distance. But he retained enough strength and presence of mind to raise the Ocarina to his lips and play.

He was back at the doorway. He walked in again.

"Release my friend."

It went on and on. The mage raged and cursed. He hurled magic and stones and weapons at Time. The mouthpiece of the Ocarina was covered in blood and blood bubbled at the finger-holes as Time played it over and over again through mortal injuries.

He lost track of how many times he'd been through the loop.

He lost track of how many times he'd used his final breath to play the Song of Time.

He just kept count of the minutes and seconds that passed every time. How far he had to go back to stand at that doorway and walk through it again.

"Release my friend." His voice was hoarse. He'd repeated the words so many times they sounded like meaningless noise in his ears, but he forced them out anyway.

The mage also looked exhausted, glaring at him from eyes that now glowed red in his gray face. Suddenly he grinned. He snapped his fingers, then started to cast another spell. Time recognised it as the one he'd cast on Sky.

He'd released him and was about to curse Time instead.

The plan wasn't to offer a trade. Though he knew reversing time would also undo the removal of the curse, Time's hands flashed up again. Again he was at the door. Again he walked in.

"No trades!" he roared. "Release my friend!"

The mage tried the same thing twice more. He tried releasing Sky and then killing Time. Time reset the loop over and over again. His vision was blurring. The ticking in his ears was getting worse. He could almost see the grinning face of the moon on the ceiling of the dungeon.

He played the Song of Time again.

And again.

And again.

At last, he and the mage were staring at each other in silence once more. The red of the mage's eyes had faded again. He looked like smoke now, insubstantial. Time wondered if he could waft him away with a hand.

"My friend," he said softly, hoping it wasn't obvious that his head was pounding and he felt like he was about to faint. "Release him and go."

The mage lifted a lip in a snarl.

"And if I return to my camp and find that you've tried to trick me, I can put myself and you back to the beginning of this loop," Time added. "This will go on for eternity if you do not release him."

"I release… your friend and in exchange you end the loop and free me," said the mage reluctantly.

"Yes. So you see, we made a trade after all. Him for you."

The mage snorted. "Done," he said. He snapped his fingers, then disappeared. The dark aura faded. Time was standing alone in an empty stone room. He turned and staggered to the doorway, gasping in the clean, cool air outside, suddenly terribly dizzy. It was starting to rain.

In a moment's cold clarity, as he looked down at his fingers clutched around the Ocarina, the time added up in his head.

Five minutes as far as the rest of the world was concerned.

Four days, eight hours, seven minutes, and fifty-three seconds for him.

With that thought, he finally collapsed.

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(No points for guessing my favourite scene in Doctor Strange)

Continued on Day 18