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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years ago

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Reggie//Heartbroken (part 2)

part 1 part 3

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“You’re what?” Reggie’s jaw dropped as he stared at you. “You’re pregnant?” He whispered and you nodded, avoiding eye contact. “Bu-but you can’t be. We only did it like once.”

“It only takes one time Reggie.” You whisper yelled and he looked at the table.

“So what are you gonna do?” He asked and you looked at him in disbelief. Did he really just say that?

“What am I gonna do? What are we gonna do? You also made said baby.”

“Well, it could be Sweet Pea’s. It probably is Sweet Pea’s to be honest so do you have to bring me into this?” He replied and this time it was your turn for you jaw to drop.

“Bring you into this!” You shouted and he looked around the busy dinner, then back at you. “You’re already in thi-”

“Can you be a little quieter?” He asked and you stared at him.

“You also agreed to sleep with me, Reginald! So you need to help me figure this shit out, because I’m scared and I don’t know what to do.” You eventually broke down, tears streamed down your face and Reggie looked every where but at you.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I can’t deal with this.” He said quickly, shaking his head before leaving you alone in the booth. Despite how busy Pop’s was, nobody really noticed you crying in the corner, well no one apart from Sweet Pea. Great, just what you needed.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He asked and slid into the seat opposite. Concern was written all over his face but you really couldn’t be bothered to deal with his fake pity and shitty advice.

“Fine.” You muttered and wiped the tears from your face. “Just fucking peachy.” You added and he stared at you.

“Are you sure? Because you don’t look it.”

“I’m fucking fantastic Sweet Pea. Can’t you tell that from the fact that I’m crying alone in a booth at Pop’s.” You said sarcastically.

“Y/n. We dated for almost a year. You can talk to me.”

“Exactly Sweet Pea, we dated for a almost a year until you broke up with me to be with your ex-girlfriend. Forgive me if I don’t want to tell you all my deepest, darkest secrets.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly and you shook your head in disbelief.

“Its a bit too fucking late for that Sweet Pea.” You replied as you stood up, grabbing your bag angrily. “Oh and Sweet Pea?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck you.” You replied and threw your half empty milkshake over him before storming out.

Admittedly, it did feel pretty good. You had been daydreaming about doing that for a while now. But now your craving for strawberry milkshake had skyrocketed and you think the baby could sense that you’d just wasted half of one. Oh yeah, the baby? How could you forget? The legacy of the massive fuckup that your life had become. You were pregnant and you didn’t know who the dad was. One of the possibilities had dumped you for his ex the first chance he got, and the other one had ran at the first sign of trouble. You were well and truly fucked, and not in a good way.

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“Y/n! You coming to Tommy’s party tonight?” Archie asked as he walked into the student lounge. You quickly closed the baby book you were reading and shoved it into your bag.

“Er, I don’t think so.” You shook your head.

“”What!?” He said loudly and dropped beside you. “You always come to parties.”

“Hmmm, not always.” You replied and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh come onnnn. It’ll be fun! They’ll be drinking and dancing and throwing up and much more teen fun!” He tried to persuade you and you sighed. “Plus, the opportunity for teen fun is gonna end soon, especially for you.” He replied and you looked at him panicked.

“What do you mean by that? Who told you? Was it Reggie!?!” You asked, panic rising in your voice and he stared at you dumbfounded.

“I just meant how you’re moving away to college and when you get there you’re gonna be such a nerd. Its gonna be all studying and no parties. Thats all.” He shrugged. “What did you mean?”

“Nothing!” You stood up annoyed. “I said I didn’t want to go, now just drop it Archie.” You added and stormed out the room. “Shit!” You said, louder than you anticipated causing a few people to stop and look at you. “What are you looking at?!” You shouted.

“Okayyy.” Reggie grabbed your arm and you glared at him. What does he want? “Lets go somewhere quieter.” He took you into the bathroom before leaning you against the sink. “Y/n. You need to calm down.”

“Calm down?” You asked, laughing bitterly. “Calm down?! You want me to calm down? I’m in my senior year of school and pregnant. I don’t know who the dad is, and neither of them want anything to do with me let alone this baby. I don’t know what to do, my parents are going to kill me. And I’m alone and I can’t handle this because my life is ruined and I had plans. I was gonna move away and go to college and make something of my life, but now I’m going to be stuck in this stupid little town for the rest of my life with no ambition, no dreams with three kids with three different dads and then divorced by 30. I’ll spend the rest of my life alone, with my children resenting me.” You rambled while you cried.

Reggie just stared at you while you paced. If he was being honest, he hadn’t envisioned being a possible dad at this age. Yeah, someday, but not while still at school. And not when the other father of his child could possibly be a serpent. And just any serpent, Sweet Pea. But right now, you needed him, and you were right. He was just as much to blame as you were. You needed someone and you could possibly be growing his child. He couldn’t turn his back on you. He didn’t know what was going to happen in the future, but he knew what he needed to do now. And that was calm you down. This stress wasn’t good for the baby, or at least he thinks it isn’t. He made a mental note to buy a baby book on the way home tonight.

“Y/n.” He said sternly and grabbed your hands forcing you stop moving. “Look at me.” He continued and you briefly made eye contact. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be here for as long as you need me but right now you need to calm down. Its not good for you and its definitely not good for the baby. I’m gonna buy a book tonight and google some stuff and we’ll get you a err-a scan! And I think the midwifes can help figure out who it belongs to. And if not we can wait until you give birth and do one of those DNA tests. If its mine, I’m going to be here for the two of you every step of the way, and if its Sweet Pea’s, I’m still going to be there for you. Okay?” He told you and you nodded, you’re breathing evening out slightly. “And you have options, so many options. Plus, if you really want to go to college you still can, it might just have to be a bit closer to home. But there are loads of great colleges around here, and I’ll stay and look after the baby.”

“I can’t let you do that Reg.” You said softly.

“Why not? It could be my baby. Plus, lets be realistic I’m not getting into any colleges.” He shrugged and you cupped his cheek.

“Reggie, there are so many colleges you could get into. You’re a smart guy.”

“Cleary not that smart, I got a girl pregnant in my senior year of high school.” He replied, a soft smile on his face which made you giggle slightly. “But. I promise, if the baby is mine, I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure you’re both safe and loved.” He reassured you and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Thanks Reg.” You smiled. “What are we gonna do about Sweet Pea?”

“I er-I haven’t really got that far yet. I’ve used all my brain cells for today. Ask me tomorrow, yeah?” The bathroom door swung open and you and Reggie jumped apart.

“Reggie, get out of the girls bathroom and take your latest conquest with you.” Cheryl rolled her eyes and stepped around the two of. You and Reggie shared a look before he gently grabbed your hand

“Come on. Let me drive you home.”

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waiting4inspiration · 5 years ago

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Ragnar’s Girl (Ragnarssons x Sister!Reader)

Summary: Your brothers will always make sure that your name remains uninsulated. Even if it means killing the man that has insulted you

Warnings: strong language, murder, protective brothers

Vikings Masterlist

“Why are you crying, sister?” Ubbe questions, your head snapping around to him and noticing all your brother’s standing behind you. Wiping the tears away from your cheeks as you turn your back to them again, you huff out and bring your knees up to your chest.

You sigh when they step closer, Ivar dragging his body on his arms making the leaves rustle under him. “It’s nothing. Just leave me alone,” you sneer, dropping your head so that your chin rests on your chest to hide your red eyes. But your brother’s don’t obey your words. They all take a seat beside you and wait for you to tell them what they came here for. “Fuck off and leave me alone!” you hiss, not lifting your head as your eyes stare at the grass.

“We’re not leaving until you tell us what’s wrong,” Hvitserk states, pushing your shoulder with his as an urge to speak. You slowly glance up at him and see him give a comforting smile.

Shaking your head, you stare at your hands and sigh, biting your lip as you think of your words. But thinking of your words makes you think of what happened. What he said... It makes the tears well up in your eyes again, making you sniff and shift in your spot. “Is it about Elof?” Sigurd questions, your head dropping even more, if that’s possible.

Your reaction only confirms their suspicions and they each take in a deep breath. And you don’t need to lift your head to see the muscles in their jaws tense or Ivar’s grip around his ax tighten. “What has he done? Tell us and we will have him killed for making tears fall from your eyes,” Ivar states, actually making your head snap up to him.

Shaking your head, you glare coldly at him before yanking the ax out of his hand. “Stop it! I’m a grown woman, Ivar. I can handle myself!” you hiss, throwing the ax to the ground before turning back to the fjord in front of you. “But if you must know, Elof...” you start, pausing for a second to take a deep breath. “Told me the only reason he fucked me was so that he could brag that he fucked ‘Ragnar’s little girl’,” you say, lowering your head in shame and try to hold back tears.

Of course, your words send the brothers into an uproar, saying how they’ll ‘fucking kill him’ and how ‘that fucker will never see Valhalla’, all that type of threatening stuff. “I know you’re trying to help me, but threatening isn’t making me feel better,” you state, holding up your hands to stop their rambling before pushing yourself off the ground and dusting your hands off.

“Then tell us what will make you feel better,” Ubbe says, standing up with the other two brothers while Ivar just lifts his head up at you, and a wicked look in his eyes.

Biting your lip, you glance down at the ground for a second before looking back up. “I am Ragnar Lothbrok’s daughter. And I will not be treated like a whore,” you state, lifting your head in confidence and making your brothers smile at you in pride. “I think it’s time Elof and I had a little talk.”

“Then can we kill him?” Ivar questions, smiling enthusiastically at you.

Chuckling at him, you smile back at him. “Perhaps, dear Ivar. Perhaps.”

At the Great Hall, your eyes now dry and no longer red, you watch with a smile as wicked as Ivar’s - who sits beside you - as Ubbe, Sigurd and Hvitserk drag Elof across the floor and throw him in front of you. “(Y/n), what is the meaning of this?” he hisses, glaring up at you as you take a step forward.

“Don’t act like your innocent, Elof,” you sneer back, taking another step towards him. “I have never been insulted as much as I have by you,” you hiss, another step taken towards him. Now standing in front of him, you grab his face in your hand to force him to look at you when he turns his gaze away. “To think that I am a prize to be mounted on your wall, to brag to everyone that you fucked Ragnar’s daughter.” You laugh, letting go of his face and shaking your head. “This is where you give me a good reason why I shouldn’t let my brothers kill you for insulting me.”

Elof stumbles across his words, trembling at the sight of Ivar tossing his ax in the air and catching it by the handle. Shaking your head at him, you glance over at Ubbe and nod, making the man on his knees beg for mercy as you turn your back to him and walk away.

The last thing you hear as you walk out the room is the ringing of swords and Elof shouting for mercy. But you know that he won’t receive anything of the sort from your brothers.

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imfallingdown-icantwakeup · 5 years ago

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Master Mirror

Fishmonger’s Daughter Chap 4

Word count: 5793

A/N: So I couldn’t find a place to stop? So I didn’t and it’s horrifically long. Um, yeah. Hope you enjoy!!!

Warning: Panic attack(It that’s a trigger for you)

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“The fairer sex they often call them: But her love is as unfair as a crook: It steals all my reason, commits every treason, of logic: With nothing but a look-” Jaskier strums the lute gracefully as he sits squished between us, staring down at the leather bound journal balancing precariously on his knee closest to my shoulder. I level it with a touch of my finger out of habit, spreading my thumb and forefinger over the top as I lift it slightly off his knee and closer to his face while I continue to stare into the yellow-like flames. “A storm breaking on the horizon: Of longing and heartache and lust,” My eyes flicker over to Jaskier as he sings, his eyes squinting as he reads his scribbled writing in the tiny book between my fingers.

His voice. It could bring any man, woman or child to their knees. My sweet angel.

“She’s always bad news: It’s always lose-lose: So, tell me, love: Tell me, love: How is that just-” I look over at Geralt and already see his gaze upon me and turn my eyes back to the fire, letting Jaskier wrap his sweet words around me and whisk me far away for this moment. His timing was impeccable, as always, when he interrupted. Thank the Gods for that, I’ve had enough dread to last a lifetime.

"But the story is this: She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss: Her sweet kiss: The story is this: She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss,” I smile as I scoot back slightly, leaning my back on Jaskier’s legs as I lift the book higher, pulling my lip between my teeth as I close my eyes. Maybe Jaskier’s song could bring me some peace. It sounded like one of love.

“Her current is pulling you closer: A charge in the hot, humid night: The red sky at dawn is giving a warning, you fool: Better stay out of si-ight!” He finishes with a little flourish, muttering some words, something of a jury and judge as he takes the journal from my hand hastily, practically shoving me forward as he places the book back on his knee. “It’s not quite finished yet, bu- “

“I thought that you don’t sing love songs.” Geralt interjects, and I open my eyes to give him an incredulous look. That disrespectful little shit.

“I think that it’s beautiful, Jaskier. Any woman would love to be compared to the sea.” My response was automatic. The compliment rolled off my tongue fluidly as I continue to glare at Geralt, my gaze never wavering in intensity as Jaskier continues to scribble in his little book, seemingly unawares to the brewing chaos around him.

“Even if the song is a warning to stay away?” Geralt fires back steadily, eyes piercing as they stare back at me. I sit straighter as I square my shoulders at the man, standing my ground. If Jaskier wasn’t afraid of him, then I had no reason to be either. Grouchy, yes. But never unreasonable. That’s how Jaskier once described him, and now I see how wrong he was.

“Maybe the warning isn’t to stay away from her. He just said, ‘stay out of sight’. Could mean anything.” I reason, leaning back onto Jaskier for pure comfort, Jas moving onto his other leg to write on automatically to accommodate my seating arrangement. Old habits die hard, it seems. If Geralt would stop talking I could close my eyes and it would feel almost familiar. Almost.

“It could also mean exactly as it sounds. You just may not have enough plain common sense to understand the simplicity of his words.” The Witcher didn’t trust me. His words articulated that fact quite clearly in this moment, but that was fine by me. I don’t need him to trust me, I have Jaskier.

“Or quite possibly you just don’t understand because you can’t get shit in life from anyone without having to pay for it, or so I assume, with everyone fucking hating you as they do, Butcher.” I snap at him, my annoyance bubbling over as ire courses its way through my being. The glare he gives me could kill and I’m sure if his eyes held that very power I would be dead where I sit in front of Jaskier by the fire on some unmarked trail.

“Ladies shouldn’t curse.” Geralt chastises, changing the subject with his tone icy as winter as he speaks. Gone is the friendly Geralt from earlier and before me sits a stone cold Witcher, one from the lullaby that my mother would tell me to scare me into not getting out of my bed at night. Maybe my mother was right and Witchers had no feelings, their only care gold to keep them moving.

But then again maybe she was wrong, and I hurt him.

“Go fuck thyself.”

The response was an answer to more than just this one comment, the vehemence behind my words making that exceedingly clear. Geralt blinked in momentary surprise, the taciturn expression dropping from his face as he continues to scowl at me while I smirked at him in small victory. I could still feel the pure ire course it’s way through my veins, a fire spreading as our eyes stayed locked, not daring to be the first to submit by looking away. He wanted to play, fine.

Let’s play.

“Are you two done bickering like an old married couple?” Jaskier teases with a small smile pointed in my direction, taking our little argument as friendly bickering as he looks up from his song book. Was he truly oblivious to the situation in its entirety?

I surely wasn’t.

Scoffing at Jaskier, a tense silence falling over us as I give him a side eye instead for a moment, waiting for the mood to set in around us. The small smile falls from Jas’ face slowly as the tension finally sets with him, his eyes losing their brilliant shine once he realizes that my anger was raging. By then, damage was already done.

I stand and make my way to my lonely tent needing some well-deserved space after that frightful incident, leaving a sputtering Jaskier behind me as I throw a haphazard ‘goodnight’ over my shoulder before I lay on the cold ground. My arms had found themselves wrapped around myself in comfort as I wish for the ground to open wide to swallow me whole- possibly piece by piece if Mother’s lullaby of Witcher’s were right.

He'll chop and slice you,

Cut and dice you,

Eat you up whole,

Eat. You. Whole.

“El-Elowyn, come on, now. Geralt-Geralt was just being cynical, is all. Trying to make me think outside of the box, he-he doesn’t mean anything by it. I swear. There’s a tough critic in every bunch, I don’t even pay him much mind any longer,” Jaskier coaxes as he interrupts my thoughts from outside the flaps, his shadows enlarged and dancing across the tent in front of me. I sigh as I shake my head, a hole appearing in my chest.

Going back out means confronting my past. Going back out means making Jaskier happy.

Staying means thinking of what to say on another day and disappointing the one person that I have in my life.

The thoughts swirl through my mind, crushing it against the outer reaches of my skull until I feel the pain in the roots in my hair as I lay there, Jaskier unmoving from his spot at the entrance of my tent. He would stand there all night until I gave him a response, we both knew that. What was I going to say to him? What could I say?

“Goodnight, Jaskier.” I repeat softly, voice as cold as the ground I lay on as my arms wrap tighter around me, trying to keep some semblance of warmth in. Maybe if I squeezed myself tighter, the hole in my chest would get smaller.

“Elowyn… I… Goodnight.” His voice sounds defeated as he walks away. With every step that he takes, the hole in my chest widens until the hole swallows every fiber of my being inside in a swirl of dark emptiness. It’s vast, and unending and so damn dark.

I’m not ready for this, I’m not ready for her.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come on this adventure.

“Pray tell, Geralt. What the fuck was that?” Jaskier asks quietly as he walks back to the fire, standing behind Geralt with his hands on his hips. Well, Geralt assumes his hands are on his hips, he hasn’t turned to check yet. He keeps sipping on his whiskey from the small pouch he carries with him, eyes trained on the flames flickering. The occasional pop crackling from the fire playing as simple background noise to his thoughts as he ignores the rambling bard behind his back, his senses more focused on the small thing curled up behind them.

The girl had obvious trust issues, the choice of sleeping arrangement told him that much. Geralt wasn’t complaining about it in-and-of-itself, although he would rather have her near him where he could asses the danger if need be. Just because the Bard trusted the dainty girl, didn’t mean the Witcher did.

There was also the fact that she wasn’t as forthcoming about this ‘Doxie’ as he hoped. In fact, just the mention of this character had seemed to set a fuse off in her eyes, one that unsettled him.

A fuse that was seemingly easy to ignite.

Something wasn’t right.

“Geralt!” Jaskier asks again, louder this time, as he comes to stand in front of the White Wolf hands on his hips. Geralt smirks a bit at his pose, one he knew too well as he took another greedy, greedy sip knowing full-well that Jaskier wasn’t going to like this conversation any more than Geralt himself. Jaskier was emotionally invested, and once he had his mind set on something nothing would change it. Most times, not even Geralt. Hence the unspoken, unofficial title of ‘bodyguard’ between two old friends.

Well, sometimes.

Only when it benefitted both parties.

“She’s hiding something.” He relented as he continued to examine the flames, eyebrows furrowing as his thoughts kept racing, trying to puzzle together the enigma that is becoming Elowyn. Jaskier scoffs rather obnoxiously in front of Geralt, swiping the whiskey from him as he resumes his spot next to the Witcher before he takes a hearty chug.

“Well, of course she’s hiding something. I could’ve told you that, if you would’ve just asked. No need to go and torment the poor thing. I’ve known the girl since she was growing in her mother. Her tells are the same as ever. If she were in that kind of trouble, she would tell me. She would never-”-keep that from me. Jaskier sighs as he runs a hand over his face, shoulders slumping as he rests his elbows on his knees as his gazes falls on the dwindling flames before him. “She’s a good girl, Geralt.” His tone is small, as small as he feels inside. He knew something was wrong when she acted weird earlier that day, playing their game. Afraid of spiders, he knew she was afraid of spiders. It was because of him and his silly, idiotic tricks as a child that she was afraid of spiders to begin with.

“Five years can change a person, Jaskier. You can’t be sure- “Doubt. Geralt is trying to cause doubt in his mind.

“Yes, yes I can.” Jaskier interrupts as he stands, effectively silencing the Witcher for a moment with his solid persistence as he holds Geralt’s gaze firmly. He lets out a humorless chuckle, a very unhappy smile adorning his face as Geralt purses his lips, golden gaze glaring up at the Bard, eyebrows furrowed still as he sits before the much younger man. Geralt was trying to talk common sense into him, why couldn’t he see that? “And I am telling you, here and now- with every God that is and never was as witness, that I trust her with my life. That’s the end of it. End of conversation.” Jaskier finishes with finality, thrusting the drink back at his companion.

“Jaskier- “Geralt drops his glare as he takes the pouch dejectedly, his tone bordering defensiveness as Jaskier holds a hand to stop his friend. There was nothing the Witcher could say to remedy the situation that this has become, and the only thing Jaskier could do from here is damage control.

“End. Of conversation.” Jaskier reiterates, bending to pick up his lute and book as he stands tall, back straight as he sighs. He shakes his head slightly as he looks Geralt in the eye, a look of sadness clouding his gaze.

A look Geralt has never seen from the singer.

“Just-Just--Fuck, deireádh het aep het ess (End it as it is), Geralt.” Jaskier pleads while shrugging slightly, scratching the back of his neck nervously before turning to walk towards his own tent, leaving Geralt on the log as he goes with his thoughts of Elowyn and how he was going to fix this. Geralt sat for a moment before he took another solid pull from the whiskey, relishing in the warmth of the drink as it spread through his chest, the dying fire turning to warm embers at his feet as he watches Jaskier’s retreating back vanish into his tent for the night.

That was… Well quite frankly, that was pitiful on my part at best.

“Fuck.”

“Beware the patient woman: For this I know,” Jaskier sings, sweat clinging to his brow as we dance circles around one another, making me laugh as my brother catches my eye over the crowd. The room was spinning even though I had come to a stop, a heat circulating through me as I fan myself, wishing I had kept my har tied rather than listening to my mother as Jas continues singing, going to sit on the stool he claimed earlier in the evening.

“Happy birthday. Ely!” Maddox said as he handed me a gorgeous dark blue rose. I smiled broadly at him while I grabbed it with clumsy hands, the drinks from tonight catching up with me. The night was still young, but I was already drunk. Maybe too drunk. Swaying on my feet, Maddox seemed to have noticed and chuckled down at me while shaking his head, grabbing my elbow lightly.

“A little wicked: That’s what she calls me,” Jaskier sings cheerfully as Maddox steers me by the elbow towards the door, the rose finding its way towards my sniffer. So pretty. “Cause that’s what I am: That’s what I am-” Jaskier’s voice is muffled as we exit and my brother leans me against the side of the building, the cold rocks grounding me slightly as I giggle up at my older brother. He smiles back down at me, dark green eyes sparkling in amusement as his red hair sticks to his forehead.

“Thank you, Maddy. Smells pretty.” I tell him as I shove the rose in his face, rather violently, trying to show him how pretty she smelled. He laughs, swatting the rose away gently with a look of annoyance of his face. It made me laugh. Maddox annoyed. His eyebrows made wrinkles on his forehead that made a face, which never ceased to humor me.

“You were doing it again.” He taunts. steadying me as I giggle, bringing the rose up to my nose to take a whiff. It smelled so darling; I could smell it forever.

“Hmm? Doing what?” I ask, sobering up slightly as the breeze picked up around us, the skirt of my dress billowing slightly in the wind. I sniff from the rose again, stepping from the wall causing Maddox to take a step back, hands out to grab me if I started to stumble.

“Staring at him, Elowyn. You were staring at Julian all night. Practically drooling like a hungry animal. I should know I’ve seen my fair share of hungry ani- “

“It’s Jaskier, Maddox.” I correct, finger coming up to silence him. He laughs as he catches my wrist easily, holding it by my side when I try to break it from his grasp. I started swaying again, trying to keep in time with the swaying of the world around us. The trees seemed to bend behind his shoulders, I could see the leaves dancing in the wind, and I want to dance with them, but Maddox wouldn’t let me. He gripped my wrist tighter, his other hand coming up to grab my shoulder to keep me in place as he sighed, his other hand running over his face in annoyance. Again.

“Jaskier then,” He relents, rolling his eyes at me. “you were staring at Jaskier, Elowyn Vernissier-”

“S’not my fault he has pretty eyes. Pretty jokes, too.”

“Pretty jokes? Pox, Elowyn you really do have it bad, don’t you?”

“I’m gonna ask to travel with him. Mmhm, travel. Like you.” I confess breathlessly, the alcohol bearing down on my inhibitions as I push myself from him and walk on my own. I am my own woman. I dance with the trees then, doing as I please as I giggle into the dark night, Maddox once again grabbing my wrist sharply. It’s in a swift motion as he turns me around, one too fast for me to understand I can only feel as I find myself pressed nose-to-chest and all I can do is stare feebly as the grip turns to steel on my wrist, making me cry out a little.

“NO!” Maddox shouts forcefully, causing me to step and yank on my arm instinctively. He stalks forward, almost as a predator as I stare helplessly, the air being squeezed from my lungs. There is nothing that could have prepared me for this, there’s no way I could’ve known-

I must get out of here.

This wasn’t my brother.

The worrying, sure. The wild, panicked look in his eye. The animal within snarling beneath with its heavy breath, raging war within his mind and taking control? No. My brother was many things, but he was never an animal before he left, and he wouldn’t be now. He was still in there and if I look close enough in the dark flecks of green and gold-there, yes, there. I can see him-

“What? “The word sounds dejected, dead even to my own ears as it hangs between us. He has a feral look in his eyes as he takes a step closer, that fleeting moment of innocence gone as I mirror his actions in fear. A scared animal is an unpredictable animal.

“You can’t.” His voice is deep and penetrating, he’s standing so close now I can feel the words vibrate through his chest. Do not look away, it’s a sign of weakness.

“W-Why? Why can’t I? It’s my life.”

“You don’t know what happens to pretty little things like you out there, Elowyn.”

“Maddox stop it. You’re-You’re scari-”

“I’ve seen things. Done things, Ely. Terrible things. You’ll promise me that you won’t ask him, yeah?”

“You’re hurting me: let go of m-”

“Ely, please. The things I’ve done. There are men who eat pretty little things like you up and spit you out like you are nothing. To them you are-”

“Maddy, stop. That hur-”

“nothing, I mean. Elowyn, you can’t leave. You won’t make it on your own; promise you won’t leave. You can never leave- “

“HELP!”

I bolt from my place on the ground, gasping for breath. My hands fly to my chest as I take in my surrounding, nothing but darkness shrouding me. This does nothing to ease my panic, a new wave of unease rolling through me as I pant heavily, wiping at the hair at the nape of my neck. I take a moment to run my fingers through my hair slowly, root to tip, grounding myself as I close my eyes.

It was just a dream.

‘Dreams are occasionally like water in cups’ Momma’s soft voice floats through my head as my fingers flow their way through my hair as I pretend they were her fingers, untangling it slowly as I take a deep steadying, albeit shaky, breath. ‘sometimes they overflow,’

I continue to untangle my hair, reopening my eyes slowly as I take another, deeper breath. The hole in my chest from before was beginning to crack. It was starting to crack open and spill, but I took a deep breath.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

I looked around me, taking in the darkness and the faint shape of a tent and it all comes rushing back to me. The tavern, the rain, Jaskier and I under the tree-

Jaskier.

I was on an adventure with Jaskier.

I start to braid my hair as I continue to think purposely think about my breathing, the slow inhale and exhale a thought of purpose. Jaskier might be upset with me, I snapped at him earlier. Geralt expected answer to a question that was not his to ask. Binding my hair, I exit my tent, looking over towards where the boys set the tents by the horses. I could go see if Jaskier was awake. If memory served he was always a night owl.

Then again, five years is a long time. A person could ch-

“I thought you were out for the night. Or did you wake to fight a round two with our favorite Witcher?” Jaskier asks, tone light and amused from the dark. I place a hand over my racing heart, jumping slightly as I turn towards him. The sight of him sitting lazily with his back to the trunk off a tree, elbow idly propped up on his raised knee in unsettling attractiveness does little to ease the just stilled racing of my heart. If anything, now it was racing for an entirely different reason.

“Fuck! Shouldn’t you playing an instrument or something?” I ask quietly, looking around to see if Geralt was near. Jaskier shakes his head at me with a small smile, eyes hopeful as he sits still against his tree. He had a leg stretched before him, his other hand coming out to his side in a unhurried shrug as he keeps my gaze. He was testing my waters, seeing where he stood.

Smart man.

“Geralt’s finally getting some sleep. He woke me up quite some time ago to keep watch.” He said as he patted the ground beside him. I walk over slowly, contemplating if I should sit or not. Jaskier simply looks out into the vegetation with his gaze flickering up to the sky after a moment or two. He was giving me my space as I make my ways towards him.

“Oh.” I don’t know why. Maybe it was the warmth of his smile, his very being casting light into a sea of darkness. It could’ve been the smell of dandelions and lavender. Quite possible fucking destiny herself was another reason, but it didn’t quite matter. All that mattered was that it wasn’t my choice anymore, it was a predisposed deposition laid before me: couldn’t he see that?

“He’s rough around the edges but he means well.” Jaskier comments as I finally take my place beside him, finally glancing at me. I roll my eyes as I wrap my arms around my knees, attempting to relax and enjoy the moment for what it was and not bristle at his vying for Geralt. I could feel jealousy blossom in the pit of my stomach as I grab my wrist tightly, sighing in exasperation.

“He said that I had no common sense.” I pout, chin coming to find rest on my knees as well. Jaskier laughs softly at that, shaking his head as he picks up a stick from beside him, digging it around in the loose dirt at his own feet. He starts to draw seemingly random figures and I watch him, watch how his sole focus is on the random caverns being created in the dirt, his own little world. The lines start to cave into one other, their paths colliding with one another as he swirls the stick around in lazy patterns.

“Well, that could be debatable.” Jaskier agrees quietly as he continues to dig, a light laugh bleeding into his words. I elbow him lightly, causing him to laugh harder as he gives me a returning shove, and it feels like home. It feels like we are children again, stealing wine and writing raunchy songs, and that nothing bad could touch us. Not even Geralt and his sourpuss mood.

“Speak for yourself, Bard.” I tease, eyes looking up at the stars as I revel in the silence. We both sit there quietly, the only sound being the cicadas and birds in the distance, along with Jaskier’s stick in the dirt. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, although I couldn’t stand to sit in it with him. Too much time had already been wasted, why not grow a pair and say something already, Elowyn?

“Truth or dare.”

“You are the devil reincarnate.” He mutters as he pokes me in the side with his man-stick, causing a fit of giggles to flow from my mouth unexpectedly. I look at him with a smirk on my face, faux glare in place as I shake my head at him.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way, now truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to sing me a song with the word ‘fuck’ in it fifteen times.”

“You’ll be the death of me, you devil woman.” Jaskier holds his gaze with mine as

“So, I’ve heard.”

“I’m just supposed to come up with it off the top of my head? Just, ‘fuck’ fifteen times?” Jaskier talks over me, slumping in defeat as he huffs and puffs like an old woman. I tsk my tongue at him, shaking a pointed finger in his direction as I stand, pacing in front of him and his small dirt-world.

“Are you not the famous bard Jaskier who has sung for kings and queens and us poor peasants alike? Or do I have the wrong man?” I bring my finger to rest under my chin dramatically as I look up to the sky, continuing to pace, “I must, because see, the boy I remember never once left me disappointed. Had a voice like an angel, he did- “I nod while glancing over at Jaskier, holding his gaze with a small smirk. I find his beautiful blue eyes already staring at me, smiling wide as his grip tightens on his little wand, eyes twinkling with something more. The look itself stops me in my tracks, mesmerized by the way the stars sparkle in his angel eyes. “-and he never ever left a request unfilled or a dare undone. No, never my Jaskier,” I’m almost breathless as I finish, a giggle escaping as a blush quickly rises to his cheeks at my choice of words. His smile never leaves his face, no, but it does widen as he clumsily stands to his feet, stick long forgotten on the ground as he wipes at his pants.

“Fuck you, help me start a fire so I can fucking see.” Jaskier grumbles, passing by me with a soft bump on the shoulder. He bends to pick up wood as I turn to look at him, scoffing at his childish behavior.

“Hey!”

“Surely one such as devious as you shouldn’t need a reminder, Elowyn, however you must not remember how you got that scar under your chin.” He taunts as he turns towards me, standing close. Too close. We are chest to chest, breathing each other’s air as a blush rises to my cheeks, a painful memory from our shared childhood coming to life in my mind’s eye.

“I-Ugh! That was all your fault!”

“No! It is not my fault that you ran!”

“You were trying to kiss me!”

“You dared me to, and you said so yourself. I have never left a dare unfulfilled.”

“Except that one.”

“Well, yes. Except that one. But only because you were bleeding and crying and begging. You never know. I may come and collect one of these days, little devil.” I could feel my breath coming a bit faster as I kept staring into his eyes. His finger tapped under my chin lightly, tapping my scar and I giggle at Jaskier causing him to smile brightly down at me. I feel a flush raging down my neck, settling in my chest as a fire gathered between my legs while I continue staring. He almost trails his eyes along the rising redness down my exposed neck, the braid exposing my pale skin to him. It’s him who breaks away, clearing his throat before turning and muttering something about getting cold before gathering more wood.

All I could think about was how his laughter was running through my veins. How the image of the stars sparkling in his eyes was forever etched into my memory. The boy. The one who would taunt me. The one who would stay up for hours with me, writing songs and singing. Maybe it was the dandelions and lavender. Could’ve been fucking destiny herself. It didn’t matter. All that mattered in this moment was that the hole was gone, and it was filled to overflowing with nothing, but warmth and it was Jaskier that was pouring it straight into my chest.

Jaskier had filled my chest with the breath of adventure, again, taunting each other lowly as we sparked tinder and maybe something more. By the time we got a small fire going, I was hoping he couldn’t tell I had a small flush beginning to crawl up my neck. A fire inside to match the one on the outside.

With a small fire crackling, Jaskier and I sit by each other. Close enough to almost touch but far enough to respect one another’s space. We lay with our backs against the log, legs out ass I lay my head against his shoulder tentatively, his lute laying across his lap as he picks a sweet melody across the strings. The song isn’t too fast paced nor is it slow, just a gentle little plucking as we lie there, a comfortable silence blanketing us as I close my eyes, relaxing more into Jaskier as the melody continues.

“Shall I just ask you your question? Skip the pleasantries?” He hums, voice low as if he is afraid to break the calm silence between us. I smile fondly, a hand coming to rest on the crook of his arm gently, wanting to feel more of his warmth from today.

“Well, I guess. I resemble mud well enough, may as well live up to the expectations set to me by my genetics.”

“What was your nightmare about?” I rub the fabric there on his jacket, the fabric slightly rough on the soft pads on my fingers as I take a moment to think about my answer. I can feel the faint whispers of Jaskier’s muscles moving underneath his outer layer as I play with the fabric, sighing as I move my cheek side-to-side on his shoulder to scratch it.

“It-It was more of a bad feeling, really. I don’t remember much,” I lie with my eyes closed, not bothering to look up at Jaskier as I speak. He continues to play his sweet song, never faltering as we speak.

“What was the dream, Elowyn? Talk to me, please, jus- “

“Fuck, it-it was my birthday,” I interrupt, his plea breaking my reserve as I open my eyes. His gentle tune starts to slow as I steady my gaze, his blue eyes calming as I take the plunge, “well our birthday. It was the day before you left, you must remember. You remember everything. It was-It was when Maddy- Shit.” I take a deep breath as the hole cracks in my chest, Jaskier’s melody swelling in volume to help calm my nerves as I relax once more. “It was that day with Maddox-”

“You said you were fine. “He chides lowly, instrument still playing a loud slow melody. I keep my eyes open as I lay my head down, sighing in exasperation. I can feel the warmth swell around me and I lean more into Jaskier, sighing as I place my chin on his shoulder with a shrug.

“There was nothing to talk about. And there isn’t still.”

“He had you pinned down onto the ground, Elowyn, with his hand over your face saying pox knows wha- “

“I remember!” I yell, closing my eyes once more as I put some distance between us. He stops playing then and I can feel the weight of his stare behind my eyelids. I rake a hand over my face before I reopen my eyes, voice softer than before as I keep his gaze. His lute was to the side of him then, and he had shifted towards me as I kept looking at him, running a finger over my hands before I speak. “I-I remember, thank you, Jaskier. My father found him atop me, whispering obscenities in my ear and that’s when Maddox attacked him. You and my mother got some-some men, I don’t fucking know, he-h-he then attacked them, and he died, I remember. It ended there, Jaskier, leave it alone.”

“What aren’t you telling me, Ely? You’re keeping something from me, I can feel it.” He grabbed my hand softly then and it took all the resolve in me not to tell him everything. I could tell him of a mad man’s last words, muttered dark in low on the dirty ground in the early hours of the morning. I sigh as I shake my head, eyes drifting down to our joined hands in my lap.

“Jaskier, please. Leave it alone. For now.”

“For now.” He relents with a sigh and I can feel his arm relax under my touch. We stay in the calm and the quiet for a moment, relishing in one another before he picks up the neck of his lute, waggling it to catch my attention before he speaks. “Am I still permitted to play, my devil?” My head stays in its place at his shoulder, eyes closing for the final time before Jaskier hopefully sings me to sleep. The sky was still somewhat dark, the first signs of early morning settling into our bones.

“Please. Something happy with a bounce to it. You still have a dare to complete.”

“As you wish, little devil.

“When a humble bard,

Graced a ride along,

With Geralt of Rivia,

Along came this so-ong- “

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I’ve Got You (part 4)

Word Count: 1957

Warnings: language, depictions of violence, abuse, and injuries

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A/N: Leaving Callie alone when she needed him is eating at Pea, but it forces them to break down some walls that leads to a big conversation to be had...in the next chapter.

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Calloway wasn’t wrong. However good his intentions might’ve been, he was sure as hell gone and that killed him. Afraid of what might come out if he stayed any longer, he slammed the door in her face when she needed him most for the second time. “Why do I no longer have pancakes in my hand, Sweet Pea, and where are we going?” Fangs asked, struggling to keep up with Pea’s pace.

“Out,” Sweet Pea mumbled through gritted teeth.

“Oh good- out. I love it there.” Sweet Pea ignored his comment heading towards the only shady dive bar on the Northside. He knew they wouldn’t card him there. “Are you gonna tell me why we’re drinking at eleven a.m. or am I gonna have to keep playing this fun little mystery game you thrown me in?”

Sweet Pea downed his first glass and slammed it back down on the counter signaling for another. “How about you don’t ask any more questions and I’ll pay for half of your tab?”

Fangs scoffed in reply, “If you’re trying to shut me up….it’s working. Hey, can I get a scotch please?” They stayed at the bar until Toni text them that it was time to go. Once Toni caught his eye when they arrived, he knew that she knew. “Fix it,” she mouthed at him before turning her attention back to her girlfriend and her big moment.

Sweet Pea barely noticed when FP announced Jughead as their new leader or when Cheryl got her cherry-red jacket. He tried his best to stay in the moment, but his mind was about ten miles away. “Wanna grab another drink before we go? We’ve got our bikes back.” Fangs elbowed him in the ribs bringing him back to reality.

With a slight jerk of his head towards the lot where he hadn’t realized his bike was, he nodded. “You go ahead man, I think I’m done for the day.” Fangs ran off to where Cheryl was tapping the keg as Sweet Pea mounted his bike. As it roared to life beneath him, he made a mental note to thank whoever was responsible for retrieving their motorcycles.

He thought seriously about taking the long way back to the Andrews’ home but quickly decided against. Whatever damage he had done wasn’t going to fix itself. With his morning buzz wearing off, he was feeling the regret that had been creeping up on him all day. Mr. Andrews met him on the porch with crossed arms and a stern look that didn’t quite match the kindness still shining in his eyes. “I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but she has convinced herself that it’s entirely her fault. Now I’m not an expert, but considering that guilty look on your face I’d bet that you could share a good chunk of the blame right along with her.”

Sweet Pea’s stomach churned at the idea of her, still in pain, shouldering a burden that he left her with. “Mr. Andrews, I didn’t-”

A firm hand clapped his shoulder and stopped him mid-sentence. “It’s not my business, but I hate to see anyone beat themselves up like that. Does she always do that?”

The teen smiled wistfully, “Yes sir, she’s got a knack for it.”

“I figured as much…Just go make it right with her. The two of you are good together.” Sweet Pea nodded and Fred ushered him through the door. “I’m gonna go upstairs for a while. Holler if you need anything.”

He hesitated in front of the door, afraid to face what he hurt on the other side. Calloway had been asleep since Toni came in to make her take her medicine. She felt horrible for what she said to Pea and was convinced him leaving was a sure sign that history would repeat itself, so when Mr. Andrews suggested she needed to manage her pain, she went ballistic. Toni was patient but firm and finally persuaded her into believing that sleep would be better than sitting there waiting for the ball to drop. When the drowsiness became too much, she shrugged off her jacket and slid under the covers.

Sweet pea’s eyes landed on her sleeping form right as she flipped to her other side. Her sudden movement caused the bottom edge of her shirt to ride up revealing the shocking blues and purples that painted her abdomen. He knew the general severity of her injuries, but he hadn’t seen the bruises hidden under her shirt and couldn’t imagine they would have ever been this bad. The Ghoulies couldn’t have been just out to hurt someone that night, they clearly wanted to send a message and he wasn’t there to stop them. Before the shame burst from beneath the surface, he turned on his heel out the front door and to the side of the house.

Shaky hands dug quickly in his pockets to pull out a crushed pack of Marlboro Red’s and a beat-up lighter as he leaned against the firm frame of the home. When the first drag filled his lungs, he let out a ragged breath. His mind wandered instantly to why he fought her so hard on that damn guitar, but it didn’t make him feel any better.

“Callie, I can’t do it,” Sweet Pea giggled at her flustered face. She was trying so hard to get him ready for the middle school’s talent show, but it was no use.

“Of course you can, Pea, you just have to really focus on where you put your fingers. You’re just playing around.”

Sweet Pea shot her a pointed look, shoving the guitar in her hands. “I can focus all day, Callie, my fingers are too clumsy.” She sighed in response making him laugh again. “You know I’m right. Play something for me.”

A faint blush crept onto her face. She still wasn’t used to playing for anyone other than the trailer park cat that roamed the lots at night. “Like what?”

Sweet Pea didn’t care what she sang for him. As soon as the melody started, he knew he would be hooked. She would have his complete attention and adoration with every note until the very end. That’s one thing that never changed.

He hadn’t realized he was crying until Betty and Jughead walked up looking concerned. He swiped furiously at his eyes and stubbed his cigarette out on the hell of his boot. “What the hell? Are you sick or something?” Jughead scoffed.

��Betty sent a sharp elbow into his side making him backtrack. She reached out for Pea’s arm to keep him from bolting away. “Is something wrong with Calloway?”

He shook his head trying to keep his composure but just the mention of her name had tears spilling onto his cheeks against his will. “I can’t seem to figure out how to fix this. I just want to take it away for her. This never should’ve happened.”

“Pea…” Betty murmured, motioning for Jug to back her up. “She just needs time. You are exactly what she needs right now. Jug says he’s known about Callie as long as he can remember and he has never seen her open up to anyone like she does you. All you have to do is be there.”

Jughead stepped forward looking Sweet Pea square in his eyes. “I remember before you joined up when Callie’s mom and my dad used to drink together nearly every night. Around the same time, they’d head out, I always saw you walk three trailers down to her. You never let her sit there alone.” Jughead looked at Betty out of the corner of his eye and she nodded in approval. They had discussed the idea of bringing this up to Sweet Pea but wanted to wait for the right time. “I want you to know that Callie has our full protection. I’ve already given the orders. I don’t want you thinking you have to keep her safe all on your own. Focus on her, man, we won’t let anyone touch her ever again, I promise you that.”

“I- I really appreciate that, Jones,” Sweet Pea reached for his hand to shake it. Jughead and Sweet Pea didn’t always see eye to eye. They had a rough start and Sweet Pea constantly challenged his decisions, but in this moment they both felt like brothers fighting the same battle for the same side.

Betty stepped back towards her boyfriend once Sweet Pea regained his composure and smiled at him before saying, “You know, Jug and I could sit with her for a while if you need a breather. We don’t mind.”

Sweet Pea shook his head and looked back towards the front door. “Thank you, but I really don’t want to be away from her any longer than I have to.”

The couple nodded as Jughead waved. “If you need anything, Pea, just call. We’ll do whatever we can to help.”

With that Sweet Pea said his goodbyes and rounded the corner of the Andrews’ home hauling himself up the front steps. This time when he opened the door to the guest room, he found Calloway awake. When her eyes landed on his face, they welled up with tears. He hesitated at the door resisting the urge to go to her still struggling with the fact that he was the one to make her feel this way.

Bare legs dangled from the edge of the bed moving to stand, but Pea was quick to stop her. “Hey, you,” he murmured reaching for her hand. A timid gasp escaped her mouth as the bed sank under his weight. “I’m sorry, angel.”

Callie took watery breaths trying to keep herself from falling apart. “I didn’t mean it… Sweet Pea, I swear I’ve missed you so much. I was just upset and scared and I…” Her rambling turned quickly into sobs and had Sweet Pea pulling her to him. He tucked her head securely under his chin taking a deep breath of his own.

“Callie, it’s okay. You were right.” He stroked her hair thinking back to the bruises littered across her abdomen. “Baby, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? I know what happened to you was awful and I don’t want you struggling with that on your own.”

Callie wrapped her arms around Pea pulling herself as close to him as she could. Taken aback by the sobs that wracked through her body, he let a few tears of his own spill over and pulled back slightly to look into her eyes as she spoke, “I don’t want you to think less of me, Pea, it’s…it’s just too much.”

She shrunk at the sight of his red face and puffy eyes and the brokenness in his voice that peaked through for the first time since his mother left. “I could never think less of you. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. I just want to know how I can fix this for you, Callie! I wasn’t there to stop it. I should’ve been there, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Callie this is my fault,” he cried, shaking with every breath. Callie lifted her hands to either side of his face wiping away the tears and holding him steady like he had done so many times for her. Her eyes swept over the pain evident in his tear-stained face.

After a few minutes of contemplating she straightened her shoulders pulling him into her. They sat that way for a while, holding each other together. Her small voice rose over the sniffles and hiccups that echoed in the stillness of the room. “I think I might be ready to tell you what happened.”

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