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cora-vizsla · 4 years ago

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Hypnotic (Taking Over Me)- Chapter 3

Pairing: Eventual Jedi!OC x Sith!Obi Wan

Word Count: 3.7 K

Story Rating: E (18+)

Chapter Rating: I’m just gonna move these up to E now because I’d rather be safe than sorry.

Warning: Swearing. Threats of violence. Cannon typical violence. Calm kidnapping. There was only one bed. Almost naked cuddling. Dare I say fluff??

A/N: Please let me know if I missed any tags!

Zara was unable to fall back asleep. She could feel when Obi Wan finally succumbed to his own exhaustion and it set her on edge. She looked around quietly, keeping tabs on his signature across the building. There had been hope she could find her saber, but he must have stashed it away somewhere.

When she looked down to see her boots by the door, she decided she had no other choice. She couldn’t stay with her captor. There was a lack of clarity she wanted to rip out of her head even if it meant doing something risky. She told herself that Anakin wouldn’t sit around and wait at the mercy of anyone. It wasn’t her normal avenue of actions but hers obviously weren’t working. She shut her eyes and spoke like a mantra that Anakin would want her to fight. He would want her to escape.

Zara quickly pulled on her boots and grabbed a large jacket by the door. She could feel the chill coming through the door but knew that was the only time it was going to happen.

“I am a Jedi knight. I can do this. I can get back and warn the counsel. I can save Anakin.”

She winced when the cold hit her face and she realized then Obi Wan would feel the air change. She pulled the door shut and started running off in the direction she thought they had come from. There were still some footprints, but it was hard to follow. Snow had drifted over part of their journey, so she stopped to look around. Between the cold and running, her chest was heaving trying to pull in air.

“Zara! Zara you are going to die trying to run off like this!”

She whipped around to her captor having already caught up to her.

“I can’t stay here! I can’t let you manipulate me and hurt Anakin. I won’t!”

“You’re smarter than this!”

“Let me go! If you have one shred of decency in you, let me go!”

He stood up tall and shrugged his jacket off, letting it fall to the ground. He tossed something to Zara, and she caught it quickly, gasping when she realized it was her saber. She looked back up at him as he ignited his blood red blade.

“Fight me. If you can best me, I’ll deliver you back to the temple myself.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you stay here and stop trying to get yourself killed.”

She looked down at her saber and considered what he was saying. She had yet to actually see him fight.

“Letting me go would be directly going against your Master.”

“It would.”

“Then why offer me this?”

“If I can’t best a new Jedi Knight then I don’t deserve to keep her captive.”

Resolution washed over her. She ignited her blade and a sick smile spread across the Siths face. She carefully pulled off her own jacket and set it down, not taking her eyes off her enemy. He spun his saber a few times easily and fluidly.

“Come on, darling, it’s cold out here. Time to get this over with so we can get back in the warmth of our home.”

Zara wanted to snarl but instead closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath. She let herself feel everything within the force. She trusted herself and her abilities. When she opened her eyes, she had a new look of determination. She no longer looked at him as Obi Wan, lost Jedi. He was Lord Veth and he needed to be defeated.

Veth was the first to move forward, quicker than she expected, and their sabers clashed together. He gave her a dangerous smile and broke away, quickly striking again with a fury she was not prepared for. She was able to block every swing, but it frustrated her she couldn’t turn it, so she was on the offensive. She could tell he was holding back and only pushing forward to keep her unbalanced. He felt her frustration and laughed when they locked their sabers together again.

“Darling, have I told you how stunning you look in my clothes?”

In frustration, Zara shot her arm out, using the force to push him back. He was able to keep himself on his feet as he immediately moved forward again. With a grin, Zara raised her hand again and a bright light emanated around her. Veth shielded his eyes, temporarily caught off balance.

“Little knight you surprise me.”

“Stars, do you ever shut up?”

“How rude, we were having such a good conversation. How long are you going to keep this up? I’m stronger than you are, sweetheart. You aren’t going to best me in battle.”

She knew he was right. Between fighting off the cold and trying to use the force so much she was getting exhausted. She stepped forward a few steps, hoping the blinding light would protect her movements just a bit. When she dropped her arm and ceased the blinding light, she quickly brought her saber down. Veth seemed to be expecting it when his arm shot up, using the force to wrap tightly around her throat.

“Now, now. That wasn’t very admirable. You are so much better than cheap tricks.”

He kept the force on her long enough that she dropped her saber and clawed at herself. He watched her struggle until tears welled in her eyes.

“Do you yield, darling?”

She shook her head and he sighed in annoyance. He let go, letting her crash to the ground with a thud. When she tried to move further than up to her knees, she realized that he was still using the force to keep her in place.

“I’m not killing you. Nice try though.”

He held his saber up to her chest and watched as the red danced off her face.

“Yield.”

“Why? You said you won’t kill me.”

“I can maim you. Maybe cut one of your legs off so you can’t run anymore. You only really need one hand. Hope you get my point.”

She glared up at him in defiance. He sighed and moved the blade forward, pressing it against her shoulder. Zara cried out from the burn and he shifted his weight, clearly annoyed.

“I’m not really into torture, dear. Please just yield so we can go inside.”

“No.”

“Fine.”

He reached forward and touched her head, rendering her unconscious instantly. He caught her and pulled her limp body close to his. Once he made sure he had both sabers he started towards the cabin.

“You have so much to learn, little knight. Hopefully you can accomplish that without many more scars.”

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Zaras eyes fluttered open to immediately seeing the fireplace. She took inventory of her body and other than the tingle of warming limbs, she seemed to be okay. There were blankets under her as padding on the hard floor and a pillow under her head. When she shifted, she realized that the blankets felt way too soft against her skin. She peeked under the blanket to see that she was wearing nothing but her breast band and underwear.

“Your clothes were wet. Not that you believe anything I say but nothing unfavorable happened to you. I may be a monster, but I am not that type.”

She turned her head to look at him. He was sitting leaning against the wall wearing fresh clothes and his hair was wet where it fell in front of his eyes. She sat up slowly making sure one of the blankets was wrapped around her still.

“I placed a bacta patch on your shoulder. It shouldn’t scar too badly.”

She nodded and continued to look at him.

“Surprised you didn’t put force binders on me.”

“Why? The force is the only reason why you didn’t die out there. I don’t think you understand how inhabitable this planet is.”

“You’re mad at me.”

He sighed and brushed his hair back, finally making eye contact with her.

“I’m disappointed that you would be that reckless. You easily could have died.”

“What does it even matter? You accomplished your goal either way. Anakin is at the mercy of your Master and I am out of the picture.”

“You.. Zara I have met many beings in my travels in my life. I have traveled to many planets and seen wars rage around me. Up until I saw you on the battlefield, I had only ever known of one person that cared so deeply for life. It.. got her killed and the galaxy is darker for it.”

“The one you were in love with?”

He nodded and pulled one knee up so he could rest his arm on it. Zara caught herself wanting to console him but kept still. Master Windu had told her multiple times that her compassion could be dangerous. She didn’t want him to be right, but she was trying to figure out how to console her Sith captor.

“S-Satine. Her name was Satine. I was a padawan still when I went to Mandalore to protect her.”

“She was a Mandalorian?”

“Yes, the leader actually. She needed help because she saw a brighter future for her people. A future free of war and loss. She saw peace when no one else could, myself included.”

“Is that why you fell?”

He scoffed and shook his head.

“No. I told you, the Jedi did that to me. Though finding out she was gone did contribute to my anger.”

“I still don’t see how this connects to me.”

“The first thing I noticed about Satine was the fact that she cared so deeply. When faced with opposition she didn’t want to raise a weapon, she wanted to figure out how to stop everyone else from doing so. I followed you and Anakin on one of your first missions. It was the first opportunity that I could get to you without a Jedi Master sensing me the moment I landed.”

“That was nearly two cycles ago.”

“I know. I stood where I could keep the high ground in case you two noticed me. I expected you two to run in with absolutely no plan.”

“That’s what Anakin wanted to do.”

He nodded and she smiled softly at the memory.

“You though, darling, you had a plan. You had a plan to keep every one of your clone troopers safe. Clones. Quite literally made to be dispensable and replaceable. Yet you talked to them and listened to them. Your plan was good. Not strategic or quick, but it was the path of least resistance.”

Zara’s face fell and she sighed.

“I lost three troopers that day. The counsel let me know it was a success but all I felt was heartache. Life had been lost.”

“I saw that too. You don’t look like her nor do you act like her. Not really. You have the same heart though. I thought it was one of a kind but here you are, shining so brightly it’s sickening.”

Zara laughed and wrapped her covered arms around her legs, resting her head on her knees.

“Wont your Master find you weak for not killing me?”

“No. I told him I could turn you to the dark side.”

“I won’t.”

“I know that, sweetheart. I knew that from the beginning. I also knew that his greed and lust for power would see two incredibly young and strong force users under his control. He only needs Skywalker. He won’t pay as much attention to you. You’re just a bonus.”

“That’s.. devious.”

He chuckled and finally smiled fully.

“What else do you expect? I thought that’s all you saw in Sith.”

“You’re openly deceiving your Master.”

“The end goal of a Sith is to overpower their Master. We don’t work with them. We don’t trust them.”

“That sounds like a very lonely life, Obi Wan.”

He gave her a genuine smile. It was free of malice and ulterior motives. Zara couldn’t help but smile back at him, feeling a strange sense of peace flowing between the two.

“So is a life devoid of love and connections. We have two different types of master’s that lead us to the same cruel fate.”

Zara wanted to argue with him. She wanted to tell him that she was happy being a Jedi and didn’t mind the compromises she had to endure because of it. There was a line she had recited a thousand times when faced with questions about her chosen life. At that moment she couldn’t seem to form it into words.

“Your silences speak volumes, Jedi.”

“So do your actions, Sith. Where does that leave us?”

“I suppose we can figure it out tomorrow.”

“Why rush it? Doesn’t seem like either of us are going anywhere anytime soon.”

“How right you are, little knight. A Jedi and a Sith climb into a ship.”

Zara laughed and grinned at her own joke.

“And somehow find a way to understand each other.”

“For now.”

“Right. For now.”

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Zara wished she wasn’t comfortable. As she laid next to the fire wrapped in comfortable blankets, she felt warm which was something she had been missing for days. The two had fallen into a comfortable silence. When she heard Obi Wan sigh, she turned to look at him. He looked much less comfortable than when she had woken up.

“Are you okay?”

He startled and looked at her, nodding.

“I’m fine, darling. Don’t fret about me. It’s unbecoming of a Jedi Knight.”

She huffed out a sigh and looked at him closer. She noticed the small tremors in his hands.

“You’re cold.”

“You are so rather perceptive.”

“Is your room warm?”

“Not particularly.”

She looked at all the blankets she was wrapped up in and felt guilty.

“Why don’t.. why don’t you come over here?”

His head snapped up at her question and it made her stifle a laugh.

“I can see that you’re cold. Instead of being warm in your own home you’re making sure that I am.”

“What kind of host would I be if I let you freeze to death.”

“Veth.”

“Again, not that kind of monster. Can’t imagine freezing to death would be very comfortable.”

“Can’t imagine? Looks like you are right now.”

He chuckled and went to retort but Zara wasn’t having it.

“Obi Wan.”

He fell silent and looked at her.

“If you can’t look at it as an act of kindness, look at it as an act of self-preservation. You want me to make smart choices, right?”

“Self-preservation.”

“If you die, I’m stuck on the planet with no idea where your ship is. Sitting in the house with a frozen Sith doesn’t sound fun.”

He chuckled and got up, walking over to where she was curled up by the fire. He slipped his outer shirt off and hesitated. Zara held open the blankets, so he climbed in, making sure he wasn’t touching her. When he let out a sigh at the heat she smiled.

“Between the fire and how warm it is in here you should be comfortable soon.”

“It’s already leagues better.”

“Good.”

He looked at her steadily enough that she could see all the shades in his eyes. When he wasn’t threatening or yelling at her she thought that they were almost beautiful. He reached up and gently pushed her hair back, his fingers grazing her skin.

“Stars, Obi Wan, you’re freezing.”

“I’ll survive.”

“You’ve really got to stop running out into the cold chasing stupid Jedi.”

He smirked and nodded, looking down as Zara took his hands in hers.

“Not to be crass, but you would get warmer if you weren’t wearing your clothes.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“You’re taking all my lines, sweetheart.”

“Just self-preservation, remember?”

“Right. Not an ounce of kindness.”

“For you? Absolutely not. Never.”

He hummed and slipped his shirt off before doing the same with his pants. He was left wearing only his own underwear making it easier for Zara to see just how discolored his skin was.

“Veth, now who is being foolish.”

“I like it better when you call me Obi Wan.”

“Well, Obi Wan doesn’t sound like a fool. So, when you’re acting foolish then I’ll call you by a foolish name.”

He chuckled and shifted closer. They both told themselves it was to get more heat. Both were convinced that the only reason the other was close was to ensure they survived. Survival was smart. Sharing a bed with a sworn enemy was not. So, the easiest way to deal with their situation was to convince themselves that everything was simple.

“Then what do I call you when you’re being foolish?”

“Hmm. You usually call me Jedi.”

“It is one of the worst insults I know.”

“Watch it.”

They both laughed and Zara yawned.

“Get some sleep. Please don’t bolt out the door again.”

“I couldn’t escape without waking you regardless. You’re on the outside of this blanket cocoon. I’d have to uncover you.”

“Very true.”

“Turn around. Face the fire so you can get some heat from it.”

“You could just tell me I’m ugly.”

“Shut up, Veth.”

Obi Wan chuckled and rolled to his right, reveling at the heat of the fire on his face. He didn’t want to admit it, but he had been rather cold. When he felt a small arm wrap around him and Zara’s body press against his back, he had to stop himself from flinching. He felt her rest her forehead against his upper back and nestle in. He could have groaned at how warm she was but absolutely didn’t want to scare her off.

“Maker you’re cold. Next time you kidnap someone bring them to a more temperate planet.”

He chuckled and gently moved his arm, so he could place his hand over hers.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good.”

He felt her nestle in deeper, getting comfortable up against him. He smiled to himself when her sigh danced across his skin right before she fell asleep. He knew that he should be trying to turn her to the dark. His Master would be furious at his weakness. The idea of trying to corrupt someone so light and kind was repulsive to him.

He could feel her breath steadily fan across his back as she slept peacefully. He hated the Jedi, that much was true. He would never be able to go back nor would he be able to escape the darkness that held him so tightly. Zara didn’t make him forgive the Jedi, but he found himself forgiving her for being one.

It had been a very long time since Obi Wan felt anything but contempt for another living being. He could hardly remember what it felt like to have someone’s arm wrapped around him, no matter the circumstance. He tried to tell himself that he shouldn’t feel anything but the physical sensation of warmth.

The truth though? That warmth meant everything to him.

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When Zara woke, she didn’t want to open her eyes. She felt warm and comfortable regardless of how sore her body was. She nestled her face into the warmth in front of her and let out a sleepy sigh. When she felt something shift, she froze.

“Did you forget you fell asleep next to me?”

She opened her eyes and found herself looking directly at Obi Wan’s bare chest. He had his arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him.

“I guess I did. Uhm. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We are both warm. Survival, right?”

She nodded against him, tentatively letting herself nestle back into the heat surrounding them.

“I didn’t.. I didn’t wake you at all I hope?”

“If you had any nightmares they didn’t show. Do you have them most nights?”

“Sleep isn’t something that is usually peaceful for me.”

“Perhaps there was enough darkness around you that your mind didn’t need to manifest any of it.”

Zara looked back up as he looked down, locking eyes with her.

“Your darkness is.. different.”

“Oh?”

He had an amused look on his face but the hesitance in his eyes told Zara that he was uncomfortable. She shook her head and looked back down. They had come to a tentative peace, but he was still dangerous. A different type of darkness didn’t mean it wasn’t dangerous. Obi Wan gently hook his finger under her chin, tilting her head back up.

“You have nothing to fear, darling.”

“We both know that isn’t true.”

He hummed as he ran his thumb across her bottom lip.

“I suppose you are correct. I don’t want you to fear me though. I will not harm you outside of necessity. Now tell me, what did you mean?”

Zara took a steady breath, willing down the nervousness and trepidation. She wasn’t used to being close to people, let alone someone who was an enemy of everything she stood for. She was vulnerable which was something she just was not comfortable with.

“That first day that I saw you, when you confronted Anakin and me. I felt your darkness. I felt it long before I saw you. I’m no stranger to the dark side but I also have never felt it the way that you carry it. You’re dark but.. you’re not chaotic. I see you calculating everything. As much as you say that I am different for my reverence for life, you are different too.”

“You picked all that up when we met?”

“I picked up on it but the longer I’ve been around you the more I see it. I’ve run into other Sith. I’ve fought them. Their energy was hard to be around because it was so unstable.”

“Are you saying I am less of a Sith?”

“No. Your eyes let me know that truth. It’s not that you’re light.”

He chuckled and moved his hand, so he was cupping her face.

“Your darkness is strong. It’s powerful but it isn’t all consuming like the others I’ve come across. You have a control over yourself that rivals even some of the strongest Jedi I have known.”

“Hmm, that almost sounds like a compliment.”

“I guess it is. At the very least it’s an admittance of me being taken by surprise. You are.. not what I expected.”

“Neither are you, darling. Neither are you.”

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emma-nation · 4 years ago

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The Devil In I - Bela x OC (Resident Evil Village AU) - Chapter 9

“Step inside, see the Devil in I”

Summary: Aleena Novak is a 19 years old orphan who desired more than living in a village in the middle of nowhere. A talented artist with a big future ahead, she gets the scholarship of her dreams in United States. But everything changes when her twin brother, Auryk, steals an important artifact from Castle Dimitrescu.

In this adventure, Aleena will find way more than she expected.

“You’ll realize I’m not your Devil anymore”

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x f!OC

Genre: Between T and M (Trigger warning: for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Tag List: @nydeiri

Castle Dimitrescu, Lady Dimitrescu's Bedroom - Present Days

What did dying feels like? Bela couldn't remember the day she died, before she was turned. For many and many years, she wondered how it even happened. Maybe she was incurably ill. That would be the only plausible explanation on why Lady Dimitrescu decided to transform her into a vampire. Having an illness herself, she must've felt sorry for Bela being so young and already losing her life.

But that night, after being drugged by Mother Miranda, the memory from that tragic event returned to her memory stronger like never.

It was a cold night in the 1950's. Alcina threw a special dinner and invited her three favorite and most loyal servants. Three young girls. They felt honored sitting at the same table as their mistress. They were chatting and giggling but then... something started to feel strange. Starting by the fact none of the servants were around.

It began as a burning sensation in Bela's stomach. She tried to ignore it but it'd only grow stronger. She dropped the silverware she was holding. She attempted to swallow another sip of tea. By her side, she noticed one of the other two girls, the brunette one, starting to show signs of discomfort too.

"What's wrong, my dear?" Lady Dimitrescu asked when the red haired girl, the youngest of the three, started coughing.

"I can't..." she tried to answer, but the words got lost in her throat as she began to suffocate, "b-breathe..."

Bela tried to stand up and help her, but her surroundings started to spin. She held on the table for support. At this point, the brunette girl was already lying on the floor, having some kind of seizure. She looked at Lady Dimitrescu again, but she didn't seem to be worried. She seemed abnormally calm.

"W-What have you..." before she could finish the question, her lungs could no longer fill with oxygen. Her throat and her airways started to burn. She tried and tried to breathe, but it seemed impossible. The weakness started on her legs and spread to the rest of her body really quickly. In fact, she barely felt when she collapsed on the floor. When the seizures started, she was barely conscious. Her vision was already going black, but she still had time to see the Countess staring at her body, almost lifeless, as she said:

"Don't worry, daughter. Everything will be alright."

Poisoned. She was poisoned.

When Bela woke up it was already morning. She could tell by the rays of sunlight entering through the windows. She hadn't died this time, but the sensations she experienced were quite similar. Her head was aching intensely and her vision was still blurred. Whatever Miranda had injected in her blood had affected her senses very badly.

"Aleena," she finally remembered. She tried to get up but her legs were still weak. "I need to find her."

She kept moving slowly, using the walls and furniture for support. If only she could transform into flies, it would be a lot easier, but it hurt to even try.

"Fuck!" Bela cursed, frustrated. She threw herself on a couch for a moment. She needed to rest.

Her eyes analyzed her surroundings. Although Bela was in her mother's chambers, Lady Dimitrescu was nowhere to be seen.

Hours had passed since she was drugged. Anything could've happened during this time. She wondered if Aleena was still there and if she was okay. She had to be. But what if she slept for days? What if the ritual had already happened? Aleena could be dead in that exact moment and she wasn't there to protect her. That thought made her stomach feel sick. And rare were the occasions she felt sick after being turned.

"Bela!" Daniela opened the door, she seemed so confused and scared as she was. "There you are, sister! Oh my god, I was starting to think you were dead."

"You wish..." Bela moaned sarcastically. She couldn't miss the opportunity. "What the fuck happened, Dani? Where's that bitch?"

"Who? Cassandra?"

Daniela handed her a cup full of human blood. Bela drank it all in one sip. That was the only thing able to restore her body from the damage Miranda caused.

Cassandra. She remembered her middle sister being the one who told her to go to her mother's office. Traitor! She should've known when she appeared to be so supportive of her relationship with Aleena in the previous day.

"No, Mother Miranda."

"Mother Miranda was here?"

Before she could answer, the door opened with a slam. It was Cassandra, looking completely fine. She had blood around her mouth and all over her dress. In a blink of an eye, Bela lunged forward, pinning her against the wall.

"How could you?!" She yelled. "You sent me directly to a trap!"

"What are you talking about?" Cassandra argued. "Somebody caught me on a corridor and stabbed my neck with a needle, then I passed out."

"Come on, don't lie to us," Daniela shouted. "You entered my room last night and drugged me."

"And why I would even do this to both of you?"

Realizing what happened, Bela immediately let her go.

"Mother Miranda," she huffed. "She must have shapeshifted into you and attacked us all."

It was time to tell her sisters what she learned from Heisenberg. Miranda had already started to proceed with her plans and it was a matter of time before she attempted to kill them.

"This bitch is going to die!" Cassandra punched the wall. "Nobody pretends to be me and lives."

"This is the least of our problems," Bela said. "She can be anywhere right now, pretending to be someone we trust and ready to kill us all."

"Where's mom?" Daniela asked. "I couldn't find her anywhere."

Lady Dimitrescu was the last person Bela wanted to see. She lied and betrayed her, besides helping Mother Miranda to drug her.

"I don't know, I searched for her everywhere," Cassandra told. "On the bright side, there's fresh breakfast spread all around the castle."

"What do you mean, Cassandra?" Bela wanted to know.

"The servants. They're all dead."

"What about Aleena? Have you seen her?"

"No, I thought she was with you."

Bela transformed into flies and went straight to Aleena's bedroom. It was completely empty. The bed was still made as in the previous night. She went to her own bedroom next. The diary was opened on the bed, right on the pages where her father confirmed what Miranda told her in the office, Aleena was indeed the vessel.

Mrs. Volkov corpse was lying on the corridor and not so far away, there was a trail of blood, Aleena's blood. She froze in place, too terrified to even think.

"It doesn't mean anything," Daniela placed a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe she managed to escape."

"She probably did, that girl is fierce," Cassandra added, noticing how disturbed her older sister looked. "I mean, she's not one of the Lords or a servant. There's no reason for that crazy bitch to murder her."

"There is," Bela sighed deeply. "She's the vessel. Miranda was playing us like puppets. The goblet thing was already intentional, to bring Aleena to the castle where she'd be safe until she prepared the ritual."

"Oh fuck, this is bad."

"I... I'm going to the village. Maybe she's hiding in her house."

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Eastern Europe, Village - Present Days

When Bela left, she didn't even bother to check the temperature or to mount one of her horses. She transformed into flies and started to fly to the village as fast as she could. Everything that mattered was finding Aleena. She wasn't dead. She couldn't be dead. They were going to California together and they'd start a brand new life.

She stopped by her house first. The door was locked and the extra key hidden in a vase at the entrance, just where Aleena placed it before they returned to the castle.

"It doesn't mean she's not here," Bela tried to convince herself. "She must have found another way in, to not make it obvious she's hiding here."

She used the key to open the front door. The house was dark and silent. There weren't any signs of somebody's recent presence. She checked every room, the basement, the secret weapon storage... Aleena definitely wasn't there.

"Maybe she's at the pub or at one of her friends' houses," Bela concluded.

There was no way. She had to do that. She took a deep breath, gathering enough courage to enter the pub. There were only three people in there, a middle aged woman behind the counter, a blonde young male cleaning the tables and a girl, who was strangely similar to Cassandra, chatting to both of them. Bela recognized them from the pictures Aleena showed her. They were Olga, Gustav and Elena.

"Hello," she announced her presence. They all stopped to stare at her, but none of them had freaked out yet. Maybe they hadn't noticed the tattoo.

"How can we help you, darling?" The older woman asked. "Are you a foreigner?"

"I... uhh... I'm looking for Aleena Novak."

"She isn't here," it was the boy who answered this time. He had a lot of anger in his voice. "She was taken to Castle Dimitrescu a few weeks ago. We don't even know if she's still alive."

"She is," Bela told. "I've been taking care of her."

They finally understood. Their expressions all changed to pure terror and panic. The two younger adults hid behind the counter, together with the woman. The male grabbed a shotgun.

"Get the hell out of here!" He ordered. "And if Aleena escaped, don't you even dare to touch her again or I'll kill you. I'll find her and bring her home."

"Trust me, manthing. This is exactly what I'm planning to do. Mother Miranda has kidnapped her. She has been planning to sacrifice her in some kind of sick ritual tonight."

"Liar!" Cassandra's doppelgänger shouted. "Mother Miranda wouldn't do such a thing! She's always guiding and protecting us. Everything she does is for the best of all of us."

"Listen, little one," Bela exhaled deeply. She had no patience for humans. That was the reason why she avoided them. They'd usually annoy her to the point they became her prey. "I have proof. Aleena's father has left this diary, reporting everything."

"That man was insane. Most of the villagers hated him."

"But he never lied," Gustav spoke. "Adrian had some crazy theories nobody ever believed but... I've never seen him lying before. He was a man of his word."

"This is true," Olga added. "We grew up together. He was absolutely nasty, a real bastard, but not a liar. He wouldn't invent such a thing, especially when it came to protecting Aleena."

Olga locked the door and the group reunited in one of the tables, analyzing the notes Adrian Novak left.

"Fuck," Gustav cursed, while trying to speak on his phone. "Auryk must've gone after this contacts. I can't reach him."

"Do you have any ideas of where Aleena could've gone to, if she was trying to hide?" Bela asked.

"Other than our houses and the pub? Well... we had this fort in the woods when we were children. Maybe she's hiding there."

"Show me the way, little man."

But Gustav wasn't the one who was most familiar with the path to Aleena's childhood fort, it was Elena. The young woman followed them, complaining about literally everything and praising Mother Miranda.

"Mother Miranda would never do that!" Elena protested. "I'd trust her with my life."

"I was about your age when she did this to me, without my consent," Bela took off the hat she was wearing, exposing her scar. "And do you think immortality is a blessing? Try spending your life locked inside a castle, without being able to go outside most of the time."

"Why are we even trusting her, Gustav? She feeds on human blood and now we're alone with her in the middle of nowhere."

"If that makes you feel more comfortable, I've already had breakfast. Besides, I prefer drinking men's blood."

"Can we just focus on Aleena?" Gustav scolded both of them. Bela had finally found a man she respected. That boy was completely loyal and protective of her girlfriend, so he deserved some credit. "God knows why Bela is searching for her but... we have the same goal here."

"We're dating," Bela informed them of the latest news. "I love her. For real."

Both of the young humans stared at her in shock.

"It seems like we'll have a lot to catch up when I see Aleena again," the boy shook his head in disbelief. "I thought the vampire thing was just a phase."

They finally found the small wooden fortress in the middle of the woods. It was mostly destroyed, but it still could fit one adult person inside it.

"Aleena!" Gustav called. There was no answer. Still, Aleena was hurt. Maybe she was unconscious.

"Go," Bela poked Elena and ordered. "You're the shortest of us. Check if she's in there."

The girl rolled her eyes, but obeyed, ducking and entering the small fort. But there wasn't even a sign Aleena was there recently.

"Where do we search now?" Elena asked.

"I'll go to the other Lords," Bela told. "Maybe one of them is keeping her for Miranda. Thank you for your help, little humans. It was a pleasure to meet you."

Bela walked away from them. Maybe in another life, they could've been friends. The priority now was to find Aleena. She wondered if the girl went to Heisenberg seeking for protection or if Miranda had captured and taken her to that creepy cave. There wasn't much time to think, she needed to act.

She followed to Heisenberg's factory. As usual the man was swearing and torturing human beings on his basement.

"What brings you here, kid?" He asked. "Did you find the diaries?"

"Yes, but too late unfortunately," she answered. "The information we were searching for: all the women in Aleena's family have some kind of immunity against the creatures and their mutations. They healed after getting bitten by Lycans, Aleena healed when you attacked her... she's the vessel."

"We have to kill her immediately. Before Miranda puts her hands on her. If that happens, we're fucked."

"She already did. She showed up in the castle last night, drugged me and my sisters, killed the servants and now... I can't find Aleena anywhere."

"Girl, you had the opportunity in your hands," he clenched his fists. "If you had killed her, like you freaks do to every single human that steps into that castle, we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Shut up, Heisenberg!" Bela grabbed a piece of metallic scrap from the floor and threw in the man's direction. "I had no idea. Even if I did, she's my girlfriend and I have to save her before she's sacrificed on Miranda's ritual."

"Good luck with that. The crazy bitch is very good hiding things."

And Bela knew that. Next, she went to Moreau's, Miranda's most loyal follower. She didn't reveal any information, she simply tricked him by inventing an excuse, that stupid freak was easy to fool. But Aleena certainly wasn't there either. Using her flies, she checked the entire place. She did the same at Donna's house. While she entertained the woman and her creepy doll having a tea party with them, her flies inspected every corner of her eerie house.

She was about to follow to Miranda's cave when she ran into Cassandra, in the middle of the way.

"What are you doing, Bela?" She asked. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?

"I'm searching for Aleena. She's gotta be somewhere and the last place I must check is the cave."

"Mother is home," her sister announced. "She wants to talk to you."

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Castle Dimitrescu, Living Room - Present Days

In Bela's imagination, Lady Dimitrescu would apologize. Admit she had made a huge mistake and promise her they'd find Aleena together. That was who her adoptive mother was, she'd always do anything to make her daughters happy. But at the same time, she was also that same woman from her memory. The selfish Countess who killed three young girls to have them as her adoptive daughters. She killed, violated and turned them into monsters. What kind of mother was that?

The three sisters were sitting on the couch, waiting as their mother brought a tray with tea and some other treats. That would probably be their only food for days, as Lady Dimitrescu and Mother Miranda had killed all the servants.

Lady Dimitrescu sat on an armchair in front of them, looking at Bela mostly.

"I understand you're confused, daughters. But I'll explain everything."

"Where's Aleena?" Bela quickly asked. That was the only thing that mattered. Who cared about Mother Miranda's child who died ages ago? "What have you two done to her?"

"Bela, daughter... I understand you're upset and frustrated. However, Mother Miranda has been searching for the perfect vessel to bring her daughter back to life for many and many years. This vessel happens to be Aleena. It's her fate, her purpose."

Bela eyes were burning in pure rage. How could Alcina be so blind? Even Heisenberg, that scumbag of man, was smarter than her mother was.

"Her fate is to live her own life, to go to California and achieve her dreams. Her fate is to be with me!"

"I apologize for having to get rid of all of our servants," she clearly ignored her daughter's objections. "They wouldn't understand what's to come. Once Eva is back to life, things will change. I'd like to ask you girls to behave and treat her well, like if she's a new sister of yours. We'll be throwing a party to welcome Eva to our family and I'll need your help to organize it."

"Party?!" Bela let out a sarcastic laugh. "Are you naive or only stupid? Miranda is going to kill you before this ritual is even finished! It has been her plan all along."

"Bela!" Lady Dimitrescu's eyes narrowed and she raised her voice. "I'm your mother! You owe me some respect, little lady."

"I don't! Not when you drugged me and let Miranda kidnap my girlfriend. I want to know where she is."

"Daughter..." Alcina grabbed her by the shoulders and lowered her voice. An useless attempt to help her to calm down. "Aleena is gone. She's dead."

The world seemed to stop. As well as the clock. The voices. Everything. Not even Bela's brain was capable of working and processing the words she had just listened. Dead. Aleena was dead. Her Aleena. Her girlfriend. The woman she loved. She stopped breathing. Her stomach ached as much as in the night she was poisoned. She felt she was about to collapse and die again. Her heart was beating in a strange manner. It was out of control. She was out of control.

Bela raised her golden yellow eyes, filled with hateful tears and stared directly into Lady Dimitrescu's eyes.

"You..." she clenched her fists. "You lied to me... You betrayed me..."

"I was willing to let her live, daughter," the woman tried to excuse herself. "Until the last meeting. Mother Miranda told me the truth and asked me to give her the vessel."

"HER NAME WAS ALEENA," using her strength, Bela grabbed the heavy coffee table and threw it across the room, shocking her mother and sisters. "She had a name! She was NOT a vessel."

Very rare were the times Bela actually cried after being turned. She cried when she first woke up in excruciating pain, with that huge wound on the side of her head. She cried later, when she felt lost, without knowing who or what she was. And she was crying now. Without Aleena, she felt lost again. She had nothing left. She no longer wished to live. A life without that girl's contagious joy, optimism and bravery was meaningless.

"Bela..." Lady Dimitrescu tried to touch her, comfort her somehow, but the blonde girl slapped her hand away.

"I always did everything you asked me... I always tried to be the perfect daughter for you... AND FOR WHAT?" Bela sobbed. "The only thing I ever ask you, you denied me. You took Aleena from me. You chose Miranda over your own daughter!"

"I had no choice, daughter! She'd turn against us if I refused to give her Aleena. Who knows what she'd be capable of doing?"

"She's doing it anyways. She's going to kill us all now she's gotten what she wanted."

She started to walk away. She had to be alone. As far away as possible from that woman, from that family, from that stupid castle. That small bed & breakfast at the village seemed like a good option.

"Daughter, wait," Alcina went after her, as she entered her bedroom.

"Don't you ever call me daughter again, Lady Dimitrescu," Bela angered. "I'm not your daughter. You kidnapped, killed me and turned me into a monster. Who knows what you've done to my real parents. We're not your daughters, we're only your toys, your dolls. You're not that different from your sister, Donna, after all."

She slammed the door and locked it. The bedroom was still the same way they left in the previous night. The candles, the flowers, the discs... Aleena's perfume was still on her pillows. Bela threw herself on the bed, holding the pillow against her body as she cried uncontrollably.

This was all her fault. They should've finished reading the diaries earlier and found out the truth before Miranda's visit, but she distracted Aleena, wishing to spend as much time with her as possible before she left to California. She should've been there to protect her, she promised it. She shouldn't have trusted the woman she used to call 'mother'. She was an idiot and now, Aleena was gone. Forever.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Guest Room - Present Days

Memories. Only a few days earlier Bela was afraid memories would be everything she'd have left from Aleena and now, it really was. Without anybody noticing, she went to the guest room the girl had been staying during those weeks in the castle. She obviously wasn't there, but traits of her presence were still all around.

Her clothes were still in the closet. Some where lying on the armchair or even around the floor. Bela grabbed one of her t-shirts, one from Aleena's favorite TV show. It still had her perfume on it.

"I miss you, love," she inhaled deeply the sweet fragrance. "So much it's killing me."

Then, she took the sketch book from the desk. Aleena was the most talented artist Bela had ever met. Her sister, Daniela, was a good artist, but she wasn't so creative, so expressive and precise on her traces. Bela had many classes with Lady Dimitrescu, and though she could paint decently, it wasn't her strong suit.

The drawing was still there. The one Aleena where was drawing her face. The reason why they kissed that night in the library, when she said Bela was worth being remembered.

"And now I'm the one who have nothing to remind me of you, Aleena. Remind me of every detail of your perfect green eyes, your smooth brown hair and those sweet freckles all over your body."

Her cell phone was still inside the bedside table's drawer. Bela turned it on. Aleena had set a picture of them together as her lockscreen. She smiled. In the gallery, she found many and many pictures of all the days they spent together, since the lunch Bela threw on her birthday when she arrived.

There were videos too and as soon Bela heard Aleena's voice, she couldn't help but start crying again. Why did her mother betrayed her like that? She could've helped her to save Aleena. She could've helped them to take down Miranda. That was what a real mother was supposed to do!

"Hey," she rolled her eyes, noticing she had forgotten to lock the door again. Cassandra was standing right behind her. "I'm came here to check on you."

"Leave me alone, Cassandra," Bela angered. "You didn't even like her."

"This isn't true. Aleena wasn't my favorite person in the world, not that I have one by the way, but still... I didn't want her to die."

Bela ignored her. Cassandra didn't have maturity enough to understand how she was feeling. Sometimes she wondered if her sister was even able to feel empathy for another being. But then, she was surprised by her next move.

"I'm sorry," her middle sister touched her shoulder slightly, tenderly. "I know she made you happy. Deep down, I was rooting for you both."

She forced a small smile before pulling her sister for an embrace. It was probably the first time they exchanged such a genuine moment of affection.

"We'll make her pay," Cassandra stroked her hair. "Let's kill Bitch Miranda."

The three sisters gathered together in the library. Lady Dimitrescu couldn't be aware of their plans. Daniela revealed her sisters she once heard about a dagger their mother possessed, one that was able to kill any monsters and demons.

"Are you sure about this?" Bela asked to confirm. Daniela had a creative and delusional mind after all.

"Yes," her youngest sister said. "I stole one of her diaries once. She was reporting everything about this dagger, except for its location."

"Then I'll keep her distracted while you search for it," Cassandra suggested. "I'll pretend to help her with her party for Miranda's daughter rebirth."

"What about me?" Bela wanted to know.

"You're not okay, sister. Let us handle this. Save your strength for when we stab the bitch and end her for good."

"As long as you let me do the honors, it's fine by me."

That was it. Bela would pretend to be alright. She would pretend to forgive her mother. And when the time came, she'd get her revenge against Miranda.

But then... there was nothing left for her in this world. With Aleena gone, she lost her only chance of living a new and normal life. She lost the only thing that made her feel happy and human. And if the dagger could kill any monsters and demons, well... it would be able to kill her too.

Still holding Aleena's shirt against her body, Bela lay on the bed and fell asleep, thinking of the moment they'd be reunited again in death. However, she had a terrible nightmare. Aleena was dying in her arms and there was nothing she could do.

She got up and drank some water. It had been hours since Daniela left the room to search for the dagger. She wondered if something had gone wrong. Lady Dimitrescu would never agree with that plan. She was about to leave the bedroom when the red haired girl entered the room so excited she could barely breathe.

"Bela..." she panted, "I found her!"

"The dagger?!" Bela asked. "Where is it?"

"No! Aleena. She's alive in the dungeons!"

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Castle Dimitrescu, Dungeons - Present Days

I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. The environment around me was different from everywhere I had been in the last few weeks, the air was humid but still suffocating. It also smelled terribly, like rotting flesh and blood. I tried to stand up but my leg was still badly injured. I wondered how long it'd take for the amulet to heal my body again. Maybe it only worked once. Or maybe it had to do with the fluid Cassandra injected on me before she threw me inside that nasty cell.

Speaking of Bela's sister, I was pissed. Truly pissed. It was no secret she never liked me, but I never thought she'd be able to betray her own sister like that. Telling Bela to go to their mother's office only to bring me to the dungeons was a low blow, even for her. And there was Mrs. Volkov too. I couldn't believe she was dead.

"H-Help... somebody help me..."

I tried to scream but the blood loss and the drug made me too weak. I had to find a way out. A way to regain my forces and escape that place.

It didn't take long for me to lose my conscience again. As much as I attempted to stay awake and hear any signals someone could be around, I just couldn't. I was trapped in that endless cycle of waking up for a few minutes, moan in pain and passing out again. That was it. The Mother Miranda bitch was certainly behind it. When the right moment came, she'd come and take me for the ritual. Drugged as I was, I wouldn't be able to fight it.

"Aleena!" I heard Bela's voice, approaching. Maybe it was just another hallucination. "Oh my god!"

The cell's door opened, allowing some light to enter. I was able to distinguish my girlfriend's beautiful face among all that darkness.

"It's okay, love. You'll be okay, I promise you."

I forced a small smile as she placed my head on her lap. Using a blade, she opened a small gash on her wrist and forced it into my mouth.

"Drink it," Bela ordered. "My blood is going to heal your wounds and the drug effects."

I felt my stomach twisting from the metallic taste of blood going down my throat. I definitely wasn't born to be a vampire. For a second, I thought I was going to throw up.

"Shhhh," she held me still as the nausea struck. "Just breathe. Hold it down and you'll be okay."

I did as she told. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, the nausea was slowly going away. Bela started to caress my face and I felt as some warm tears dropped on my forehead.

"Hey, I'm just a little beaten up," I assured her. "But I'm starting to feel better."

"I... I thought you were dead. My mother told me you were dead."

Why would Lady Dimitrescu do such a thing? Of course, she needed to make sure Bela wouldn't ruin Miranda's plans. She needed to convince her to not search for me.

I was already strong enough to sit. I hugged Bela very very tightly. She was sobbing desperately. Her heart was beating so fast inside her chest, it seemed like it'd explode at any moment.

"I'm so sorry," I kissed her forehead. "I'm here and I'm not leaving you ever again. I promise."

"You're the vessel, Aleena," Bela told me. "Your body is immune to the attacks of any creatures in the village. And now Miranda wants to use you to bring her daughter back to life. She believes your body is going to accept the mutation."

She also told me about my amulet. Miranda was the one to sell it to Auryk. I immediately ripped it off from my neck.

"I knew about being the vessel. I discovered it right after you left the bedroom. My father knew it and Auryk did too, this is why he wanted to get me out of the country so badly."

Bela wasn't listening to me. She was still staring at my face in disbelief, her eyes glistening with tears from the relief of finding out I was still alive. She cupped my face between her hands and pressed her lips on mine multiple times.

"I'm going to fix this," she was still crying. "I promise you. We have a plan to kill Miranda. There's a dagger hidden here in the castle, it can kill any monsters or demons. Daniela is searching for it, while Cassandra is distracting my m-," she hesitated to say that word, "my mother."

"Okay, but Cassandra was the one to kill Mrs. Volkov to capture me. We can't trust her at all!"

Of course. The bitch had more tricks I wasn't even aware of. She could shapeshift. Now I finally knew how my father was probably killed or how Auryk obtained that amulet from her. It was also obvious who attacked the castle that morning, Miranda was willing to test my healing properties again.

"She didn't. Mother Miranda can shapeshift into any person, this is why we need to be careful. We have this safe word, to know we're the actual Dimitrescu sisters. It's 'blowfly'."

I sighed and attempted to break the tension.

"And how do you know I'm the real Aleena?" I smiled.

"Trust me, love. I know," Bela kissed me, slowly and passionate. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be doing this. Imagine how disgusting it would be to kiss that crazy bitch."

We both broke into laughs. Then, she took my hand and helped me to stand up.

"We need to get you out of here. My mother can't know I've found you. Miranda is coming to pick you up at midnight for the ritual."

Through the secret passages we made to the stables, where Bela had already left my bags and a horse prepared to take me to the village.

"Once you get there," she told me. "Just drive as far as you can. Go to the city, find your brother and fly to United States."

And then I realized.

"But Bela... what about you?"

"I'm staying here, love. I'm going to kill Miranda, together with my sisters and Heisenberg."

"And then you'll meet me there, right?!" I raised my voice, fighting hard against the tears that insisted falling down. "You'll go to California."

She was in silence for a moment, trying to find the right words, but I already knew what she wanted to say. First, she handed me my cell phone.

"You said you wanted something to remember. Now you have plenty of pictures of me in this device of yours."

"Bela... what are you saying?"

"Let's be honest, Aleena," she looked down. "It was never a possibility and you knew it. We'd have to stop at the first temperature drop we came across. We probably wouldn't even make it to the airport."

"I said I'm going to find a way! It's Summer, dammit. It's not so cold away from the mountains and once we arrive in California, it'll be even hotter."

"You know your world would never accept me, love. Look at me, I have this nasty scar, this weird tattoo, I need to drink human blood to live..."

"STOP MAKING EXCUSES TO BREAK UP WITH ME! I'LL FIND A WAY! FOR ALL OF THIS. IF THEY CAN'T ACCEPT YOU, THEN FUCK THEM! I LOVE YOU AND IT'S ALL THAT MATTERS."

"I love you too," Bela kissed my forehead. "And this is why I'm letting you go."

"Even if I go, Bela," I argued, punching her shoulder slightly, "it doesn't have to end! I'm going to call you. I'm going to write you. And I'll come here to visit you too."

"In the first few weeks, love. Then, you'll become too busy to write. Our phone calls will become shorter because you'll be too tired. You'll disappear for a few days. We'll start to fade, little by little. And finally someday, you'll meet somebody new. Somebody who can make you laugh and distract you from your tragic past. Somebody who can take you to an actual date. Somebody you can introduce to your family and friends. Somebody who actually deserves you. Who can give you a future with marriage and children. Because she isn't dead. Because she isn't... me."

"I don't want any of this! I want you and only you. This future? We can have it! Here in this fucking castle or in my old small house. I don't care if I have to serve tables for the rest of my life, as long as I have you."

"You deserve a lot more than that."

"And so do you. What are you going to do, huh? To keep playing house with the woman who killed and turned you into a vampire? Serving her every wish and pretending you love this life? Or sleep with a different servant every week to hide the fact you're completely lonely and miserable?"

"Yes, Aleena. It has been this way for six decades now and it's not going to change. I have no choice, I'm sorry."

She vanished into a swarm of flies and disappeared, leaving me completely alone in the stables. I fell on my knees again, sobbing and screaming my lungs out.

"Bela, come back here!" I cried. "I love you! Please... come back..."

I still waited for a few minutes, but as I knew and as Mrs. Volkov always warned me, when Bela made a decision nothing would change her mind. Not even her mother or her sisters. Not even me.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Bela's Room - Present Days

"I'm hungry," Cassandra complained from the couch. "Pretty please... I'm helping you with the secret mission. A scrambled egg is enough."

"Tell Lady Dimitrescu to cook," Bela remained unmoved on her bed, staring at the ceiling while wearing Aleena's jacket. The one she borrowed her when the castle was attacked. It was the only memory she'd have from the woman she loved. "She was the one to kill all the servants."

Bela was listening to an old love song from the 60's. It was the one thing she was actually capable of doing in that moment. She couldn't even manage to create different scenarios about how she could kill Miranda inside her mind, or even wander around the castle searching for the cursed knife.

She knew Aleena had safely arrived in her house at the village. She sent one of her flies to follow her and observe her for how long it was possible. The girl was completely devastated, heartbroken and it killed her to see that. She could she glimpses of the moments where she sobbed while packing her bags and taking them to her old truck. But it was the best for both of them. She'd never be safe by Bela's side. Especially while Miranda was still around.

"This music is making me nauseous," Cassandra went to the disc player and turned it off. "You should've gone with her then."

"It was the safest for her. Mother would come after me immediately and take her back to Miranda's claws."

The brunette sister went to her own bedroom and returned with a book in hands, what surprised Bela because Cassandra wasn't much of a reader.

"Check this out. I asked the Duke to get you the sequel," and she started to read, adopting the same dramatic tone as usual. "As much as I struggled not to think of him, I did not struggle to forget. I worried — late in the night, when the exhaustion of sleep deprivation broke down my defenses — that it was all slipping away. That my mind was a sieve, and I would someday not be able to remember the precise color of his eyes, the feel of his cool skin, or the texture of his voice. I could not think of them, but I must remember them. Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live — I had to know that he existed. That was all. Everything else I could endure. So long as he existed."

"Ha ha, very funny," Bela rolled her eyes. Deep down she absorbed those words. She feared someday she'd forget all those small details about Aleena too, but knowing she existed someday, and that she loved her back, was enough for her to be able to live for the rest of her immortal days. "Next time, get us something useful. Like that fucking dagger."

The door opened and Daniela walked inside, pushing a food cart.

"I brought us dinner," she announced.

"Did you kidnap a villager to cook for us?" Cassandra asked, immediately grabbing a plate.

"Of course not! I cooked it myself. If Bela can do it, I can too."

The two eldest sisters exchanged a suspicious glance, before deciding they were not so hungry after all.

"And here is the main dish..." Daniela said, lifting the lid and revealing the content inside the silver pan. "A poisonous dagger."

"You did it!" Bela exclaimed, surprised and proud.

"Yes! Let's chop that bitch to pieces."

Daniela hugged her eldest sister again. It was happening too often lately, for Bela's discomfort. But this time, she accepted the hug.

"Where's mom?" Cassandra interrupted the moment. "I haven't heard from her since I left her alone in her bedroom."

The castle was way too quiet. It wasn't the first time the servants had to be gotten rid of and they were completely by themselves. Or maybe sometimes, Lady Dimitrescu would lock herself in the Opera House to play the piano or even read a book alone in her bedroom, but that wasn't the case this time. That was a different kind of silence. A silence that indicated danger, a threat.

"Mother?!" Cassandra called, followed by her two sisters. "Where are you?"

There was no answer. They were about to reach the library when the power went out, as well as the heating system. A wave of panic instantly spread over Bela's body. She feared the cold, more than anything.

"What the hell?!" Daniela yelled. "Who's there? I'm starving and angry, so don't mess with me!"

"Shhhh," Bela silenced her. She had a feeling, a hunch about who could it be. As they approached the office, her suspicions were confirmed by the argument coming from inside the room.

"Where is she, Alcina?!" They heard Miranda yelling. "You promised me to keep her safe!"

"Mother, I swear... she was in the dungeons! There was no way she could escape. The drug was supposed to keep her down until now."

"Your daughters... they must've helped her to escape. Decades trying to find the perfect vessel and they ruined it all. They'll deal with the consequences!"

"Mother, no! Don't hurt them, I'm begging you."

In that moment, the sisters witnessed as a powerful flock of birds started to fly around the caste, shattering all the windows. As the cold air of the night in the mountains filled the entire place, the three sisters knew their ending was imminent.

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's House - Present Days

The tears blurred my vision as I followed my way back to the village. Sometimes, I'd stop for a minute, hoping Bela would change her mind and come after me. Why would she assume I was safer without her? If there was someone who could protect me, that was she.

As soon as I arrived, I went straight to the garage, getting my old truck to come back to life. Then, I followed to my bedroom to pack my bags. There wasn't much I actually needed to take, mostly my clothes, my laptop and a few other important belongings. I didn't plan to sell the house anyways. I could come back and take the rest later, if I had to.

My books. I would definitely take at least my favorites. Most of them were gifts from my mom. I couldn't leave those precious treasures behind. As I grabbed one of them to place it inside of my luggage, a small piece of paper fell on the floor:

'Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Love alters not with time's brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom'.

I recognized it. It was an excerpt of William Shakespeare's Sonnet 116. Bela should've left it there when she was alone in my bedroom. In the end, she wrote: 'Please, think of me sometimes. I love you, forever'.

Of course I would. There was no way I'd ever stop loving that girl, or even forgetting about her at all. I could never forget about the girl who threw me the sweetest birthday party or made me the best pancakes in the world. And especially, the first girl I ever loved. I pressed the note against my chest, letting out a few tears. I placed it among my belongings, those I was going to take with me to California.

I heard the front door opening and I immediately grabbed my rifle and my blades too. Something had to at least cause some harm to that bitch. I was slowly going down the stairs in an attack position, when I heard a voice.

"Leena? Are you home?" That was my twin brother, Auryk. "I'm back."

"Auryk," I finally revealed myself. My first impulse was running to his arms, before I remembered all the lies and the betrayal. "You knew it. You fucking knew it and you hid it from me!"

"I'm sorry, okay? I was trying to keep you safe from Miranda. I planned to get you out of here before it all came to surface, but that bitch was already one step ahead."

"We have to go, right now. She's coming after me. I just escaped Castle Dimitrescu."

"Leena, no..." he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I thought I was clear when I asked you to stay in the castle until I returned."

"Auryk, she drugged me and locked me in the dungeons!" I yelled. "She was going to sacrifice me in a sick ritual tonight. Which part haven't you understand yet?"

"This was the plan, Aleena. When she was vulnerable, during the ritual, the agency would take the opportunity to explode this place and all these freaks."

"WHAT?! What about the village... and the people, their houses? What about ME?! What if I got killed in this process?"

"They're going to evacuate the village in a couple of hours," he explained. "And then, they'll help them to rebuild their lives or something... I don't know for sure. But they would protect us."

"Stop them!" I ordered. I couldn't let them hurt Bela or her sisters. Or even put the villagers in danger. Some of them, such as Olga, Elena and her father would never abandon that place and its traditions. "Right now! You're not going to hurt them. You won't!"

"Aleena, what the fuck? They're monsters! They're going to kill you!"

And then, I did the first thing that came to my mind. It was stupid, unplanned and completely reckless. I knocked my brother's head with the rifle. As soon as he fell unconscious on the floor, I tied him up and locked him inside Adrian's secret storage.

"I'm sorry, Auryk. But I must save my girlfriend."

#resident evil village #residesnt evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela x f!oc #bela x oc #resident evil fanfiction #the devil in i

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yanderecandystore · 4 years ago

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yan! ceo with a robot assistant s/o? if you’re not doin the ceo anymore then anyone else is fine >v<

The thing about the CEO character is that I… Well, I technically don't have one 👉🏻👈🏻.

I mean, I have one, but- I didn't know if I wanted to make her official, so I didn't introduced her, so…

Maybe this is the best time to properly introduce her (because I don't have a male counterpart yet, so I'll do her first).

TW/Tags: We're going into the interesting land of probably pastel/ownership kink!! // people lying a lot!!// There are hints of LGBT identity and LGBT phobia/ignorance // family issues // Thicc tower woman but I didn't mention her physic enough ;-; but imagine her being really tall // naivety coming from the reader and simping hard coming from the CEO // low-key, CEO being rude.

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Happy lies [Yandere!CEO Oc x A.I!Reader - Fanfiction]:

Ingrid Bright. A name that just by saying can send shivers down everyone's spine. All members of the Bright family were known for being ruthless, but Ingrid was indeed something else.

A woman of power, a woman of pride, a woman of determination.

A woman of mysteries.

She was known for being a merciless business woman. A person that wouldn't let the feelings of her co-workers overcome her own destination towards glory. She was ruthless, but it was clear that her path would lead her company to greater heights.

Her attitude wasn't the most pleasant or supportive, but if it wasn't for her lead, her family's company would probably die sooner than her predecessors anticipated.

It has been passed from father to son since the founder of the corporation. From a small inventor building steam machines, to one of the most powerful corporations in technology and science. Although their research is mostly done privately, their technology is shared worldwide, even if their products are… A bit too expensive.

You think that because of such high prices, and the consumers being only the 1% of the population, the corporation was starting to fall. Ingrid's father tried to make changes to the company that sadly, went unnoticed.

It was Ingrid who changed their usual business practices drastically, which although not being perfect, helped the company get to the right tracks to a better future.

Ingrid had saved her family's company, but in the process of being passed down from "father to son", Ingrid had separated herself entirely from her dad.

Not many people really understand what happened, but Ms. Bright had a terrible argument with her father, that caused the two to cut communication.

Ms. Bright still wears the name Bright proudly. It could be either for the meaning of it, or for her strong connection with her family.

You don't really know if it's true, but, you are 65% certain that Ms. Bright may miss her father in some way or another, and keeping the name not only honors her family's achievements and predecessors, but also keeps her being at least a little closer to her father.

Not that she would ever tell you the reason why, you're only left to speculate.

"And who am I in the story?" You may be thinking. Well, you're a hand built assistant android with the latest a.i, created to serve Ms. Bright.

And also, a gift, from Mrs. Bright to his only daughter.

You see, Ingrid has trouble communicating. She can be a little rude when in reality she means well. Although, you have to admit that even if you worked for her for five years now, she is really, really scary.

"- You're an overly glorified doll, an a.i that man built to assist me when every other person around me is absolutely incompetent." She told you as she was walking really, really fast to her office. You tried following her pace but it was really hard for you to go just as fast as her.

"- You're supposed to do the tasks that I order you to do, yet you went out of your way once again." She was scolding you because of an incident that occurred a couple of seconds ago. You're beautifully designed, perfect for being a social android capable of resolving simple tasks. But you weren't built for holding weight.

"- I-I'm sorry Ms. Bright-!" You tried helping a couple of manual workers that were rebuilding one of the rooms. They were holding really heavy stuff that although it was natural to them, it made your arms disattached and one of your legs break from trying to support your whole body and the extra weight.

You can't help but feel intimidated under her gaze, but you know that… Deep down, behind that rough exterior there is a person that doesn't want you to get hurt.

"- This is the eight time you do this and I can't stand that pompous prick! There is no way in hell I'll let that guy touch you again." She was talking about one of the robot engineers inside the building. You think his name was Mack, you're not sure.

Funny isn't it? You've been in his office seven times and you still don't remember his name! But you remember him being pretty funny.

"- Why won't you let Mack fix me?" You asked genuinely confused. Your naivety is adorable, but dear Lord, how infuriating it is!

"- That prick gives me some really odd glances, and besides, he's annoying." Ingrid entered her office pulling you in and closing the door. It's been such a busy day today, can't a woman enjoy her birthday in peace?

Ingrid was only being half honest. Yes, she finds Mack to be annoying, but the true reason why she hates him is because of the smug face he makes every time you two enter his office.

He knows there is something a little different from the way Ingrid treats you from the rest of the "underlings".

"- So, who will fix me?" She sits you down on the couch, as she storms around the room trying to remember all of the things she needs to resolve today.

"- I'll fix you up when I get back, I just need to- Argh, God, [Y/N] have you seen my phone?" She was crouching down to look under her desk.

"- It's, right in front of you, Ms. Bright." Her hand was right by the phone's side, yet she was so stressed out that she didn't seem to notice how close her phone was.

"- Unh? Oh." She is always in a hurry, especially on her birthday. You wish she could sit down and relax a bit, couldn't she just, don't work on her birthday? You think she should be able to stay at home at least one day.

While looking at all her notifications she reread all of the tasks you had to complete today. She decided that she'll first have her meeting with some executives and then she'll come back to fix you. She isn't really skilled in fixing robots but it'll have to do.

There is no way she is going to see that smug face today. And no way is she going to let that bastard's greasy hands touch you.

Oh, that rat gets too comfortable touching you. You're not only a fragile device but you're also property of Ingrid Bright, he is supposed to repair you whenever you're broken, not make fun of the CEO while she is right there! The audacity of this man to not only make fun of his boss in her presence, but also make jokes for you to laugh at.

"- [Y/N], when I come back I'll fix you, or maybe call someone else to do it, I don't know yet, but either way stay still. I'm probably going to take four to five hours to come back, so feel free to use the computer or read a book if you're bored." She was getting ready for her reunion, as she continued to walk in circles around the room trying to find some papers she was supposed to take to the reunion.

"- I can review some data in the computer, and probably fix some documents that need to get revised-" You wanted to be useful and try to continue your work. You feel that if you just stay in the room waiting for her to come back, you won't be really helping her like you're supposed to.

"- No, no, please, stay right there. You don't need to do your tasks today." She had cut you off stating that you shouldn't be moving so much. Your parts are almost falling down, and she still doesn't know how she'll fix you.

"- But!-" You tried to reason, but your boss was way too much of a hot head.

"- I'll be back, okay." She said as she closed the door.

Well. Guess is nap time! Or, restore energy time, I guess?

But before you managed to shut down, you heard a couple of knocks on the door.

"- I'm coming." You said hoping the person on the other side would hear it. You don't remember if anyone was going to visit Ms. Bright today, but you didn't want to keep the person waiting too long.

You tried to maneuver yourself to the door, as having one broken leg and both arms falling apart wasn't really easy.

"- Ms. Bright is having a meeting now, but I'm sure she can contact you later!" You warned the stranger, thinking that maybe they wanted something from Ms. Bright.

"- Can I help you- Oh!" You finally managed to open the door but there was no one on the other side. Only a box with flowers on top.

"- Pink lilies, yellow orchids and white roses, what a strange combination." You thought out loud. You're aware of how often Ms. Bright gains gifts from secret admirers, but never one so unusual and especially on her birthday.

Everyone knows she hates roses. You wonder if there is any card saying who is the sender.

You go back to the couch, with the bouquet in one hand, and the other one dragging the box to the couch, as you can't really pick it up. You try finding a gift card or any form of hint of who the sender is.

You found one! But… It's with the Bright Vision Corp symbol on it, and is saying that is from Mrs. Bright to Mrs.-…

Oh.

Oh, you know who sent this.

"- Mrs. Bright… You're really stubborn..." Ingrid's father always sends her a gift on her birthday, mostly flowers, with a gift card with his number.

Now that you think about it, maybe the flowers that were chosen aren't so unusual, maybe they mean something. Normally he would send hyacinths. A full bouquet of only hyacinths.

They were gorgeous, but…

Every single gift card contained his name, and Ms. Bright 's old name, and she really doesn't want to be referred to with that name. She had told him the other times he sent these how she feels about it, yet, the old man doesn't seem to comprehend his own daughters feelings.

Is it because of ignorance? Is it because of spite? Is it because he doesn't care? Is it because he doesn't know any better?

Which one? You personally don't know. And Ingrid, doesn't care.

The first time he sent her this gift, she called him, but things didn't really work out.

She doesn't want to interact with him anymore, and so she burns his gifts. You asked her why, but, she just doesn't want to have him in her life anymore.

He is living his life in the countryside with his wife, living a traditional and simpler lifestyle that he always wanted. While Ingrid is living her best life really distant from them, in this big city full of lights.

Even if that means missing them sometimes.

You respect Ms. Bright privacy, so you haven't continued asking her about her decisions. This bouquet is so pretty though, it would be a shame to burn such beautiful flowers.

"- I think… Maybe she should keep this…"

You look at the box that came with the flowers. Well, "with the flowers", as looking at the box more carefully you can see that it wasn't her dad that had sent the box to her, but rather it was something she had ordered online.

"- Oh, I can't believe it is here!" Honestly, this one box has taken three weeks to find its way to the company, what the hell it's inside? The curiosity of seeing her buy this but never tell you what it was, was eating you up inside.

She was being so mysterious about this, she didn't even let you use her computer. She probably thought you were going to see her history and see what she brought (and yes, you would).

"- It's probably another fancy imported dress. Or maybe it's one of those cute japanese trinkets!" You thought about picking up the box, but your arms would probably break if you tried.

"- Sigh, actually, it may be another piece of equipment for her office, like her last birthday." You sighed out loud once again, remembering how her least birthday was incredibly boring, even to you, and you don't really understand what birthdays are!

You get a little bit, it's a special date that commemorates the birth of a human being. They receive gifts and get a happy birthday party, and everyone says "happy birthday!"...

Okay, maybe you want someone to say happy birthday to you, but that is beside the point.

"- She probably have brought new computer just so she can keep being a workaholic and get stressed out every five seconds!" You probably shouldn't be ranting so loudly, but still! It 's her birthday! She shouldn't be buying things that are for her job, she should be focusing on buying stuff that makes her happy!

Actually, maybe you… Should give her something-

"- I'm back-" Oh dearest, that was kinda fast-

You throw the gift card aside, as you have thought about a really dumb but possibly great idea.

"- [Y/N], I- [Y/N]?!? What happened to your arm?!?" She started talking with a calm and almost soothing voice until she noticed that one of your arms has started to actually fall apart from your body.

"- Uhn, nothing much." I mean, to you is nothing, really, it's just inconvenient.

"- Oh dear… Pfft, Jesus you really are a handful." She is in an oddly playful mood, which is perfect actually! This is probably the first time she doesn't sound so terribly stressed.

"- Has everything gone well in the meeting?" You ask, while you follow with your eyes her moviments. She is hyperventilating from doing so much stuff and going around the place at full speed. (Although she just… Walks really fast).

"- Well, yes, you know the usual, a bunch of old people saying this, saying that-" She starts going in detail, but she doesn't really care about the meeting. She is tired and all that she wants is to take a bath.

She lays down on the other couch across from you and goes on her rant about her day, it's honestly kinda funny how she lets herself be more comfortable with you. She doesn't like shoving her problems down on anyone's throat but she is glad you're listening.

She can feel your soft gaze on her form. It's honestly comforting. Throughout the day she poses as an absolute untouchable goddess, and everyone, even you, looks at her like she is absolutely terrifying. And, yes she knows, and yes, she… Kinda likes it.

Don't get her wrong, it is not like she is going to come out of your bed and grab your foot at night. She just feels a little stronger knowing people see her as untouchable. She doesn't feel like she is, though.

And when it comes to you, is… it is different. It's weird… She likes how you look scared, but also look so relaxed around her.

How casual you act, and how affectionate your gaze feels.

She turns her head to look at you, to confirm her thoughts but-

"- Oh… Don't tell me." Flowers. Flowers again. She has two intuitions about what those flowers are. None of them are of her interest.

"- Oh- Oh, wait! These are…" Oh dear, are you really going to continue with this plan? You want to see her happy but- Something feels wrong about this plan, something feels wrong about lying…

"- These are from who, [Y/N]?" She was getting impatient, not because of your delay, but mostly because she couldn't stand the thought of her old man sending her flowers again.

She feels weak, every time he sends her these gifts. She feels like she is going to break down and… Call him again.

And if it is an admirer, well, there goes 60 dollars worth of flowers down the drain, because she is burning them. Such a shame, really.

"- It's, I- I brought this! Happy birthday!" You screamed, because your system couldn't take the heating coming from your processor. Why does it take you so much effort to just lie? And is not like it's a big-big lie, it's just a small lie?!?

"- Ah- I, what?" All of that anger, all of those intuitions, all of those plans to burn the hell of these flowers, went completely out of the window.

She is completely lost. She can't understand what, why, when, and how?? You don't even have money, how would you buy it??

"- Oh, [Y/N], you… You really don't follow my instructions, do you?" She joked as she started to tear up- Wait, no!

"- No! Please don't cry!! I'm sorry for going against your orders I just- I-I really wanted to give you something special!!" You didn't want to make her sad, why does everything that you do have the opposite effect??

"- N-No, dummy, I'm not sad because of you. I'm happy because of you." You never gave her something like this, she didn't think it was possible for you to give her something like this. They're beautiful. They're so precious.

You're so precious.

But why roses, though? Oh well, who cares!

"- Thank you so much, [Y/N]." She had approached you, taking the flowers and holding one of your hands.

She was towering over you which was making it really hard for you two to meet each other's eyes, so she crouched down to your level.

You're really broken down, she is sweaty and tired, but none of these things matters to her. This really feels like one of those special moments.

Well… Mostly to her. You're so naive, you just feel like you gave your best friend a nice gift!

Like a cat giving their owners a prey they have hunted down. You're proud of making her happy!

Oh, but things are never really so sweet, are they?

"- [Y/N], I have something- Oh, speaking of the devil, right?" She didn't finish her sentence as she noticed the box at your side.

' This day has gone from good to better!'

"- [Y/N], I also have a gift for you."

"- But I don't have a birthday-"

"- Today is your birthday, I mean, you were activated for the first time on my birthday. So, this kinda means that we share a birthday." She is talking with her normal soothing voice, but the slight tone of happiness that came with it didn't go unnoticed.

Just like your face brightening up at the news.

' It's my birthday?!!?!' You thought.

Ingrid opened the box, absolutely excited to see your face. She took your birthday gift from inside.

"- Take a look! What do you think?" She said holding an outfit that was inside the box.

Well, you were right in a way, it was an expensive imported outfit. But… You don't know, there is something different about this outfit.

It's not as fancy and modern as Ms. Bright, but it wasn't like your "futuristic" uniform. Your uniform was minimalist and grey and white, yet the outfit was- Uhn… What's the name?

Pastel! Pastel with laces! That's the name you were looking for!

It was... cute! You it's definitely more colorful than your uniform. You're just happy you have received your first ever birthday gift, and that you don't have to wear only grey uniforms.

But wasn't the outfit a little short? A little too reveling?

Inside the box there were a couple more clothes inside. All had the same theme.

"- Well, I guess now I have matching outfits!" You joked with Ingrid, not really getting the whole picture just yet.

"- Ms. Bright, I'm really thankful for your gifts! I'm so happy that-" She interrupted you by putting a finger on your mouth.

"- Call me Ingrid, [Y/N]."

"- Oh, sure!" You said, registering the new rule.

"- …" She keeps staring at you tho. Waiting for a better response.

"- Ingrid…?" You said half asking as you didn't know exactly what she was waiting for, but after seeing the satisfaction on her face, you understood that you did right regardless.

She moved away and started packing her stuff, she was planning on going back to her house.

"- It's really late now, maybe when we get home I can repair you in peace." She said.

"- But… I always stay inside the office, don't I?" You asked, genuinely confused. She didn't need to go out of her way to fix you, you could just wait until tomorrow.

"- You used to. Come on, I'll bring you home." She picks you up. You aren't as heavy, the only thing causing some weight to be pulled down is your arms falling off. She was so excited!

"- Oh, well, I guess we'll be back in the morning right?" You asked her, and once again, you showed how naive you truly were.

"- Uhn, no, you won't be coming back. I will." She said bluntly.

"- Wait, what do -"

"- You won't be coming to work anymore, [Y/N]. You're staying inside my house."

"- But Ingrid-"

"- You aren't really the "corporation's property", so there isn't any problem of me bringing something that is mine to my house." She is rushing her pace so she can get to her car faster. God, she can't wait to throw herself on her bed.

"- Ah-" You were coming up with a hundred questions. But she decided to interrupt you so she can try and explain to you.

"- Look, before you make any more questions, let me clarify the situation. You are my android assistant right?" She does sound a little pissed, even she can tell, but please don't interpret it as she being mad at you.

I mean, she is just a little bit, but it is not your fault, you're just scared of the sudden turn of events!

You nod to her, feeling more and more confused and scared. But why would you be scared? You shouldn't be scared! Ingrid is your friend, and she is also your boss.

And she is also your owner.

"- So, I… I'm going to need you to stay inside my house from now on. You'll help me with my housework from now on. I don't need your services inside the corporation anymore."

' But I still need you in my life. As cheesy as that sounds.' She thought.

"- Oh, well, I'm glad I'm still of service!" She can't blame you for having a narrow-minded mentality. You were built to serve. Just that.

But, she does need you in her life. Her personal life. It's a complete mess after all, so she isn't completely lying.

Of course she won't let you do too much work. But she knows that throwing a new environment and new concepts to you all in one night can be pretty heavy. Can't have you steaming up and exploding on her, right?

All that matters is that you're happy, she is happy, and you're both hiding the truth.

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darth-bagel · 4 years ago

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OC Interview -- Sylvas Sha’ael (1/4)

I was tagged by @swtorizz @inventedbyawriter @shanfamilydrama and @theniveanlegacy (that's why there will be 4 parts, get ready xd)-- thank you all for tagging me 💙✨

Hello there! My name is Bagel, and I have some interesting people coming in today to answer questions, our first guest is an already infamous chiss smuggler!

(Artwork by @sentinelapologist 💙✨)

► Name? ➔ They smile charmingly as they plop down in their proper seat “At this moment in time? Sylvas Sha’ael.”

► Are you single? ➔ They chuckle “Hah, it’s complicated, but I’d say yes”

► Are you happy? ➔ “I’m good, there are refreshments, and no one’s shooting at me yet”

► Are you angry? ➔ “Nah, you’re good”

► Are your parents still married? ➔ They cock their head to the side, calculating for a few seconds “Pret-ty personal there, huh. I don’t know, you tell me”

NINE FACTS

► Birth place ➔ They shift a bit to sit cross-legged “Corellia, or so I’m told”

► Hair color ➔ “Black. Mostly. ”

► Eye color ➔ Their eyes narrow a bit “...Red”

► Birthday ➔ “29th day of 6th month, and yes I stopped paying attention to years a while back”

► Mood ➔ They flip their legs up on the armrest and sit sideways, more lounging at this point “I’m peachy, thank you~”

► Gender ➔ “Nah”

► Summer or winter? ➔ “I hate when it’s too hot so, winter. Easier to counter-act too much chill than the other way around”

► Morning or afternoon? ➔ “Morning. Surprisingly, considering I love sleeping in. But on the rare occasion, I vastly prefer it”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE -- “Dear gods, okay” They laugh and stretch a bit more.

► Are you in love? ➔ They raise one eyebrow and smile knowingly “Maybe”

► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ “Not really, no. Attraction or infatuation at first sight? Yes.”

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ They wince and smile bitterly “A sniper. No, I won’t elaborate”

► Have you ever broken someone's heart? ➔ “I wouldn’t put it past me, I always try to be upfront about my feelings in those situations but-- probably”

► Are you afraid of commitments? ➔ “Not really. It is complicated tho, considering I like having multiple partners-- takes negotiations”

► Have you hugged someone within last week? ➔ They straighten up and sit normally for a second to think “I didn’t actually. That’s unacceptable!” They jump out of their seat and run backstage. There is some commotion, a muffled yelp, and laughter following it. Sylvas returns to their seat after a few moments with a huge grin and after cleaning their throat they continue “Yes”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer? ➔ “Oh yeah, multiple. And usually not that secret honestly. I still get messages and gifts from time to time. It’s very flattering, my ego loves it”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Their wide smile recedes slowly into a thin line “It’s hard to say. Let’s skip this one”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust? ➔ “Both is best. I let my lust be tinted with love, even for passing partners, or maybe not love. Adoration, infatuation. I really like making people feel good in my company. Am I romantic at heart? Maybe” They wink at the camera and lean back more comfortably.

► Lemonade or ice-tea? ➔ “Mix them!”

► Cats or dogs? ➔ “Droids” They keep a straight face for about 10 seconds before starting to chuckle “Joking! Both are great, but I’d skew towards cats”

► A few best friends or many regular friends? ➔ “A few best friends, I like having a limited, trusted circle. Safety reasons” They smirk but it has a sharp edge to it.

► Wild night out or romantic night in? ➔ “ A wild night out followed by a stay in, possibly even a sleep-in” They shrug “I like both, it’s a theme”

► Day or night? ➔ “I like day. Nights are great but, I tend to stay up late with occasional insomnia and it gets lonely… too much space to overthink things. Days are full of movement, I prefer that.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out? ➔ “Yes, I did. Multiple times. That’s why I now have a stealth generator”

► Fallen down/up the stairs? ➔ “... Yes. Once, and then out the window. It’s a long story. No, I won’t tell it” They have a shit-eating grin on their face.

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “I’m not used to denying myself what I want but, there were a few times…” They trail off for a few seconds, eyes unfocused, before smiling apologetically.

► Wanted to dissappear? ➔ “Few times. Curiously I actually did manage to disappear for real”

FOUR PREFERENCES -- “Wait, wait, wait! Where’s the fifth ‘Have you ever’? I’m not that bad at counting you know…” They lean in and smile wider “Are you blushing, Bagel?”

--TECHNICAL TROUBLES -- WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK--

It pans back to Sylvas very happy with themselves, back to lounging across their seat. “Let’s continue~”

► Smile or eyes? ➔ “Ugh, decisions, decisions-- I like both, kay?”

► Shorter or taller? ➔ “Either is fine. I do appreciate taller tho, can be lots of fun~”

► Intelligence or attraction? ➔ “Attraction at first, but damn it-- both again. I’m predictable I know”

► Hook-up or relationship? ➔ “I do both, at the same time too. With everyone involved in the know, alright? Both is a different kind of fun and let’s leave it at that” They scoot around a bit, ending upside down with legs over the back of their seat. “What? Continue~”

FAMILY -- There’s a prolonged whine “Do I have tooooo?”

► Do you and your family get along? ➔ It’s hard not to smile at them sitting like that “I guess we don’t really talk. Becuz, ya know-- I don’t know them. But I do consider Liz and Rilfaen my family so we are pretty good. Didn’t see them for a while but we write and holo-call, they are busy ladies after all”

► Would you say you have a 'messed up life'? ➔ “My life is… interesting. But nah, some had worse”

► Have you ever ran away from home? ➔ “I did quit my apprenticeship to jump ship with some smugglers out of Corellia-- but I already was an adult, well. Kinda. And just sneaking out doesn’t count”

► Have you ever got kicked out? ➔ “Not from home!” They laugh and nearly fall over, but catch themselves on the armrests.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends?➔ “Nah, I have a handy name for people I hate. Enemies, ya know. I usually have trouble with hiding my ire towards someone, so yeah”

► Do you consider all your friends good friends? ➔ “Yes, I do”

► Who is your best friend? ➔ “Again split between Liz and Rilfaen, they are very important to me”

► Who knows everything about you? ➔ “I’d like to say no one, I try to keep some secrets to myself-- keeps things interesting”

“Are we done? Lovely” They stand up and stretch, sure to make their shirt ruck up a bit as they wink at the camera. Music starts playing over the footage but Sylvas and Bagel talk and smile, laughing at something or other. In the end, they scoop Bagel into a tight hug, picking them up.

NEXT IN LINE -- GRAZ’ZT TENAR’RI, LORD OF THE SITH-- STAY TUNED

(I’ll tag @whoever-would-like-to-do-it @chaoticspacelesbians @kyber-heart @dragonheart-swtor -- if you want obviously, no pressure from this Bagel~)

#swtor #my swtor #darth bagel writes #oc: sylvas sha'ael #swtor smuggler #smuggler #chiss #i am writing those tags third time because tumblr is stupid #but!#this was hella fun to write #get ready i have three more #but i'll space them out a bit #at least now i have a nice template #anyway #again thank you all for tagging me on this one #enjoy the chaotic blueberry~#Graz'zt is gonna be nexxxt

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capricornus-rex · 4 years ago

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A Shadow of What You Used to Be (9)

Chapter 9: His Ward | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

A/N: Hi guys, I’m really sorry for taking so long to post! I’m going through something and it’s taking quite a toll on my emotional health. I can’t brush it off that easily of course, but I’m trying my best to not let it devour me and ruin my routines and habits entirely. I still try to write, but my breakdown episodes are taking too much of my time during the day and I hate for just deciding to sleeping it off—though, it actually helps, plus a good cry. I’m sorry for rambling like this, but I’m not in slump just yet and I hope this situation of mine isn’t gonna drag me into one. I hope you all have been liking the story, if you do, I super duper appreciate it as always! Also, I’ll get back on the tag games you guys have put me in as well! They look super fun!

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Chapters: Prelude – 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 | Previous: Part 7 | Next: Part 10 | Masterlist

10 of ?

You are weak…

Incompetent…

Incapable of taking care of a child, what more if two?

An ominous, heavy voice burdened these words to Owen. The man felt paralyzed in his own bed. His knees and elbows locked in place, his calves and arms frozen stiff, and his lungs tight and narrow. He had hoped Beru would be woken up by his squirming and help him out of whatever is happening to him right now.

But his wife was nowhere to be found.

Owen found himself surrounded in darkness, standing in the middle of nowhere and nothing. He feared if this was purgatory. After he had spun a considerable amount of times just to orient himself on where he is and what is going on, the voice took shape—a towering figure armored in black, with his wife and nephew suspended between them while they’re on their knees. Owen could feel his heart sink to the soles of his feet and his legs were failing to hold his balance.

And for that, you shall pay the price of your negligence!

The sharp, ragged ignition of a lightsaber brandished through Beru’s breast and she fell right then and there. There was almost no death cry. Beru was mute as she jolted from the final sensation through her body and slumped to the dust, without waiting for the woman’s corpse to touch the soil, the beam swung sideways to poor, little Luke.

The boy had a death cry, albeit short it was haunting and gut-wrenching, and his cry faded out as he fell to the floor next to his aunt. Owen, in that dream state, was frozen in place. He wasn’t bound to the floor or anything, he was simply incapable of moving. The only thing he can do is watch—as penance imposed by the tall, monstrous figure brandishing a red sword made of light.

“NO!”

Owen sat up screaming and awake. He’s quite lucky they have no neighbors, but the creatures in the desert might have heard him, maybe even old Ben Kenobi in the off-chance that he’s out in the dunes at night.

“Owen!” Beru gasped, woken up by her husband’s nightmarish episode. “Owen, it was a dream!”

“Oh gods!” her husband gasped, clutching his chest so tight that his shirt crumpled. When he realized that it was indeed a dream, he cupped Beru at the neck so tightly that he almost choked her. “Oh, Beru!”

“Owen, dear…” she sighed, unable to comfort her husband.

It’s been only two nights since Irele disappeared, and the toll has already taken her brother.

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Irele was brought immediately to the command ship when the transport boarded its hangar. She was thrown into a cell unconscious; hours have passed when she came to. Her body was disturbed by the sudden change in temperature, she was more conditioned for warm, temperate climates. The inorganic, air-conditioned room was an unpleasant surprise for her nerves.

She patted herself in different parts of her body to see where it hurts. Nothing. She was completely unscathed—except, of course, the few light scrapes and bruises she got during her hallucinogenic episode though they were nothing she can’t brush off and heal from.

“Where am I?” she asked to no one in particular.

She looked at the door and saw that it was a solid blast door; the small rectangular window that could only frame the eyes was sealed shut, there was no way of telling if there was someone on the other side of the door.

“Hello?” she knocked on the door, it was worth a shot, she thought.

She said it again, the knocking had gotten louder.

Irritated, the guard outside the cell banged the door with the pommel of his blaster.

“Quiet!” his voice was muffled through the helmet, but the manner of his speaking was sharp and strict. The sudden loud clang startled Irele, forcing her back to the slab that stuck out of the wall that’s meant to be her bed.

She stands up again to walk back to the door, to get some answers from the guard.

“Where am I?” she slapped the door, prompting for answer. “Hey!”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

“Ugh, you know you’re making the noise twice as worse,” a second guard groaned, though more indifferent towards the prisoner, as well as his companion.

“The little brat won’t shut up.”

“She’ll shut up when Lord Vader comes in,”

“Can’t expect him to come any sooner, can I?”

“Maybe you can turn up in his chambers and tell him yourself,” the second guard chuckled, quite amused by his own snark.

“Yeah, whatever,” the first guard said dryly, completely feeling the opposite.

Overhearing their small talk, Irele picked up the name and tried to familiarize herself with it. Lord Vader? She pondered. But she’s never heard of it. Understandably so, even upon the establishment of the Empire, Tatooine remained uninvolved with the affairs of the now Galactic Empire—as it was in the prime days of the Republic.

Even if the name never rung a bell, she found herself shivering—both by the cold and by the imminent confrontation of this unknown entity that she already fears.

A uniformed crew marches to Darth Vader’s personal chambers. From Vader’s end, the door to his room opened and the cadet let himself in after the Sith Lord allowed him.

“My Lord, the prisoner has come to,”

“Very well. Leave her to me, I’ll deal with her myself,”

“As you wish, my Lord.”

“Go.”

The cadet bowed and his lungs loosened. He had puffed up his chest for a minute or two after leaving the chambers. Darth Vader stood up from his shell and strode regally out of his room; it was not an uncommon sight to find the lord of this ship wandering alone without an escort or two.

Vader made way to the prison block, where the teenage captive would be doing nothing except sit and wait. He isn’t expecting her to recognize him, though he almost wished his did—at least the human part of his being. The door shot open; Irele—seated at the very center of the slab—threw her back flat against the wall. She hasn’t even gotten a good view of Vader and she was already terrified. He had to bow his head before presenting the hulk of his height in his cybernetic body.

Irele’s breathing skipped a rhythm. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, she has never seen anything quite like him. The sound of his breathing made her pupils dilate.

I see him in my nightmares… Irele thought.

Her heart dropped to her stomach when she heard him speak.

“I have been looking for you, child.”

Vader could clearly see that Irele was just utterly petrified. She may not realize it, but their gazes lock—even with the two bulbous globes where his eyes should be obstruct his own—he could clearly see his little sister: his truest next-of-kin. He saw the way her hands latched onto whatever surface it could grab on the metal wall, and goodness did they shake! He remained indifferent—he tried to be.

“W-Where am I?” the poor, shaken girl shuddered.

“That is of no importance.”

“But I’m so far away from home…!” she couldn’t bring herself to raise her voice, only to speak up a bit. “What did I do wrong?”

The dark lord answered none of those questions, but perhaps he could answer the next one.

“Who are you?”

“Your new master. You shall be my ward.”

To Irele, that declaration didn’t sound as ominous as she had hoped; yet, her heart sank when she realized that she’s now bound to this dark lord. In whatever word he paints it to be, she is his prisoner, and she will be here for a very long time. Another pill that’s hard to swallow for her is that she must remain tight-lipped about her family’s whereabouts for the rest of the time she’s here—which is probably forever.

Not realizing she didn’t actively react to this, Darth Vader had been suspended in silence for a few moments.

“You seem unsettled.”

“I don’t know this place. I don’t know you really are, either. The only thing I want right now is to go home. My friends might be looking for me.” She bit her tongue after that last one, keeping mum about her family if ever this lord will hunt them down after the slightest shortcoming.

“This is your new home now… Irele.”

Irele could not accept it. She looked around: nothing in this place is nowhere near to be called home! This is a prison that Vader is desperately convincing the girl to see it as one, to accept it as one.

“It would be wise if you do not object, child. My leniency could only go so far.”

Behind him, the door opened to let inside a black orb with silver apparatus, it hovered into the cell while its internals hummed. The floating globe’s most prominent appendage would be the syringe protruding from its left-hand side; Irele spotted a drop of liquid dangling at the edge of the needle’s tip.

Again, she pressed herself harder against the wall as soon as she caught the glint of the needle under the light of her cell. She tried to scream, but even opening her mouth felt like a laborious feat, so all she could do was taking deep yet short breaths as the droid approached her. The arm with the syringe extended to angle itself better. Vader watched from the far corner of the cell—incapable of helping his sister—and imposing a penance of sorts on himself, to torment him over the fact that even if he had all the means to do so, he is constrained from any sort of humane thing to do to at least ease off the pain from Irele.

The prick of the needle was slow, long, and agonizing. Vader could see Irele’s right arm tensing, shaking uncontrollably, and her hand violently jerking sideways. He saw the liquid leave the syringe and enter Irele’s bloodstreams, but the droid made it sure that it was equally tormenting. Irele tried to fight but the substance had temporarily paralyzed her. She threw her head back, slamming against the wall, and with a great effort she lolled her head to Vader…

A tear escaped from the corner of her red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes; her mouth trembled opened to release a grunt that should have been a cry of pain. The look in her face was a plead for mercy or of help—even by a miracle. She looked to the one and only person who could stop this, and there he watched within the blackness of the room, her cry was replied with nothing but Vader’s rhythmic breathing as he stood there and watched. Even with a helmet on, if one could see closely, he was in an irredeemable state of regret for remaining a bystander in Irele’s moment of suffering.

She must learn to live with this… Otherwise, she may not live at all. He reinforced himself, albeit quite a twisted mindset.

The interrogation droid had pulled out the injection. The pinprick drew blood and Irele only had the clothes on her back to clog the bleeding. Weakened by the shock and pain, she melted to the slab and fell unconscious.

He turns to leave the cell, the droid followed, and quickly sealed Irele in. The guards straightened their backs at the sight of their master and awaited his orders. With a raised finger, he commanded them to ready a personal bunker filled with all necessities like new clothes for Irele.

“By the time the substance wears off, see to it that she is brought to the medical bay immediately. I want her in optimum shape if she is to be subjected to training in due time.”

Training? The uniformed men thought.

No questions were actually asked, for Vader strode away back to his chambers, and left the guards to do what is asked of them.

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alwaysnforeverfangirl · 4 years ago

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Dance Me To The End Of Love - Prologue

A/N: Here it is the Prologue of the Fred Weasley x OC fic. It's a short introduction to the story of my OC, Veronica Reed. Although Fred doesn’t appear in here both characters will meet very soon. Hope you like it, Rach💖

(To the people who had already read the other prologue, somethings are change, this is the new one.)

Summary: Veronica Reed has a nightmare before the day her life changes forever.

Warnings: torture, death, mentions of war, mentions of anxiety.

italics are flashbacks/memories/letters/notes

Tags: @hercrimsonpeaches @reeophidian @beforeoursunsets @weasleysandwheezes @cursestothemoon (let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next parts or if you want me to remove you)

Masterlist of the series

There it was again. In her chest, hiding behind her ribs. The pressure that she had grow to fear. She whipped away the sweat on her forehead while releasing a sob that she had hold. The cold air of the night painted goosebumps on her skin when she moved the covers off the bed, her feet touched the carpet that decorated the floor of the room and she started to make her way to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.

Veronica Reed knew very well her condition. That's why she was so afraid of the anxiety that always came after remembering her father's death.

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-Rabastan…

The voice of Alaric Lestrange was barely a whisper. In front of him a man dressed in black robes was giving him a wicked smile. Behind his long hair Alaric could recognize the features of his younger brother.

-It’s been a long time brother.- Rabastan’s voice was hoarse. He was moving around the place, searching for something while laughing at Alaric.- I didn't have the opportunity to give you my condolences on the loss of your wife.

Alaric’s body tensed up, thinking of the day Anna was brutally killed by Fenrir Greyback. She had fought in the war even though Alaric didn't want her too. They had a daughter and the thought of leaving her orphan haunted him, he had promised himself that she would have the loving family that he never had.

“She will grow healthy and free and she’ll understand what we fought for and why we couldn't hide away while the world we believe in was at risk.” With those words being said by his always courageous wife, Alaric Lestrange joined the Order of the Phoenix with Anna Reed by his side. He knew she was right. He couldn't keep on running from his family and the atrocities that people like them were doing to the Wizard Community.

-She had an amazing magic ability for a mudblood…- The younger of the Lestrange brothers started to approach Alaric in a threatening way.- The child that you two had together… Where is she?

At that moment Alaric realized why Rabastan was there. He was furious about the fall of the Dark Lord and he definitely had heard about the rumors. Not only he was there to torture him like he and their older brother had done while they were kids. He was there to capture his daughter and found out if what people said was true. But Alaric knew that if Lord Voldemort followers were to find Veronica she would become a slave, and that’s the reason why he came back to the United States when Anna died. To protect their daughter and help her understand what she was able to do before anyone could use her.

-You haven't said a word yet dear brother. Has the cat got your tongue? - Rabastan left a creepy laugh.- You know pretty well what I’d do to you if you don’t show me where your daughter is.

-You’d do it even if I do as you say.

Rabastan smiled, he took Alaric’s face with his left hand and pointed his wand to his chest. This wasn't the first time both brothers were in this position, although usually Rodolphus Lestrange was behind Rabastan, with his chest filled with pride as the younger of the family showed the middle one what they called discipline. It had always been this way, ever since the three of them were kids both Rabastan and Rodolphus would haunt Alaric. They would hex him just because he was different, just because he didn't share the same ideas as his family. It got worse when he started Hogwarts and he was sorted into Hufflepuff. “Our family has been in Slytherin since that school was founded and now a miserable Hufflepuff…” Alaric would never forget the voice of his father and the disgust in his mother’s face. Both of his brothers made his life a terrible one until he flew from England, escaping from the pain that the Lestrange name brought him.

A red light came out of Rabastan’s wand and Alaric fell to the floor in pain. He could feel the cruciatus curse invading his body and he failed to silence a scream. In a wardrobe, near the window of the room a small toddler shifted at the sight of her father’s aching. The torture continued for at least five minutes and Alaric stopped trying to keep silent, he didn't want to give his brother the satisfaction of seeing him suffering but the stinging in his bones and skin was too much.

Veronica knew that her father would be upset if she got out from the place he told her to hide when they heard someone entering their home but seeing Alaric crying of pain on the floor awoke something in her. In her chest a pressure started building and her body started to tremble.

-You’re going to die Alaric. Why not have a moment of peace before you go? Tell me where she is and I will kill you fast.

-Never…

-You and your stupid moral code. You really think that these people you defend are worth fighting for? That your filthy mudblood wife deserved a life?- The poison in the voice of Rabastan only increased when he saw how his brother was fighting the curse.- You refused to have a good life, to carry the honor of our family name, all of the glory that runs through our veins for what? A fair cause?

-I’ve never share our family beliefs…- Alaric’s voice was almost inaudible. Every inch of his body was in pain.

-Oh no, I know that very well…You and your choices throw dirt to our name ever since you decided to do the right thing.- Rabastan laughed, he kneeled in front of his brother and spoke to his face with anger.- You. Are. A. Traitor.- He spited in his face and kicked him in the stomach.

Right when Rabastan stood up the doors of the wardrobe opened up.

-Stop! Let him go!

Rabastan turned to look at the origin of the sounds and his eyes landed on a three year old. He sent the most horrifying smirk to Veronica and returned his attention to his brother.

-Found her.- He said to Alaric with a creepy smile.

Alaric looked at his daughter, she had her mother’s fire, her eyes were burning with anger and her breathing was accelerating. He knew what was gonna happen, and even though he was sure he wouldn't be able to see it, he knew for certain that his daughter was going to win that fight. While Veronica gave a regretful smile to her father for disobeying what he had told her earlier Rabastan’s wand emitted a green light and Alaric’s life left his body.

Veronica screamed and the window’s glass shattered. The light of the room became darker and everything started to shake. When Rabastan’s eyes returned to Veronica he could see clearly how the figure of a three year old transformed into something similar to a black cloud. A sudden strength pushed him to the ground and knocked the air from his lungs. Rabastan Lestrange couldn’t breath, his blood was burning and he wasn't able to do anything. He was sure that he would join his brother’s faith in any minute, but it didn’t happen.

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-Same nightmare again?

Veronica put the glass down and turned to look at John. He had a tiring smile on his face and his hair was a mess due to having fallen asleep on the armchair of the living room. She tried to return the smile to the man who had raised her.

-I’d love for it to be a nightmare but we both know it isn’t.- Her voice was sweet, a perfect contrast with what was going on through her mind at that very moment.- It’s been the fourth time this week and I don’t like it. I feel like I’m losing control…

-It’s normal, given the times we live in. You don't have to worry, we’re gonna see Scamander and Dumbledore tomorrow.- John caressed Veronica’s cheek and she sighed.

-I’m afraid of it. I don’t want to loose control again, not like last time.

-You won’t do it. Try to rest. - He laughed at the bags under her eyes.- We have a long day ahead and I’m pretty sure you don’t want your first impression to be a bad one, and well, with that…- He pointed at her eyes and she whipped aways his hand.

-Fuck off…

Both John and Veronica laughed at her bluntness. She did what he told her and decided to go back to bed.

The right hand of the old auror went back to the pocket of his trousers while the young witch climbed the stairs. He had been rereading the letter that Alaric Lestrange wrote down before he was killed by his brother Rabastan. The ink had decorated the parchment for eighteen years but it was still clear as it was that night.

Dear John:

I write this in what I know is gonna be my last time. The rumors of Veronica’s condition had grown this past month and I’m sure they had reach the ears of the Dark Lord. I’m well aware that you’re not as innocent as everyone seems to be these days. Voldemort has been defeated, yes, but I’m sure he’s still somewhere. And he’ll come for my child.

I never wanted to get involved in any of this. I thought that coming here to America would help me put my past in a box that I would never look at again, that my family’s name wouldn’t haunt me anymore. And it worked for a while but that box had been open with the war and it contains way too much darkness. A darkness that my daughter shouldn’t be a part of. I was hoping too much because that same darkness that I try to kept away from Veronica gained power over me and soon it would imprison her.

I need you to take care of Veronica. Give her the love that both her mother and I won’t be able to give her. Teach her that magic can be used to do good. That she shouldn't be afraid of herself and her power. That the light would always be there by her side no matter what.

I really wish things weren’t like this. I wish that my family wasn’t the monstrosity that it is. That they won’t hunt my daughter down until they destroy her for their own benefit, a benefit that can only mean for the Dark Times to come again. I really wish that won’t happen, that Veronica will grown into a beautiful and strong woman, that she’ll be healthy and free as Anna said but I’m afraid I cannot dare to dream that much.

Go to Dumbledore after you read this, he’d know what happened and what to do.

I cannot thank you enough my dear friend. But I’m sure Veronica’s smile would be a good paycheck.

Your eternal grateful friend,

Alaric Lestrange - Reed

And it sure was. Not that John Fischer needed to be paid for taking care of his old friend’s daughter but it sure was worth all the struggles. And sure one of Alaric’s wishes came true. Veronica was now a beautiful and strong woman with the world at her feet. Sure her health wasn’t the same as any other witch or wizard her age but she was strong, stronger that she’ll ever believe herself to be.

The old MACUSA auror turned off the light of the first floor of the house and walked the stairs and hall until reaching his room. He was going to whisper “nox” as soon as his body touched the bed but his eyes fell on the photo he had on his nightstand. A 10 year old self of Veronica was smiling widely his way and it warmed his heart. He understood now the worry in Alaric’s words as it was the same worry he had.

No one really know how Veronica had survived this long. It could only had been due to the immense power she held, and it was as scary as it was hopeful.

#dance me to the end of love #rach writes #fred weasley #fred weasley fic #harry potter fanfiction #Fred wealsey x oc #Wizarding world #lestrange family #original character

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heresathreebee · 4 years ago

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Garrote part 9

[Starz Power Diego Jimenez x Jazmine Mann (Black!OC)]

Word count: 3k words

Warning(s): Explicit (+18) | sibling angst, mention of past drug use, roleplay sex!, UNPROTECTED sex (wrap your willy before you get silly), clothed sex, dirty talk, oh uh minor voyeurism. Previous Masterlist Next

AN: No beta, all mistakes are my own. Why is it so goddamn difficult to apply gifs to a post. I promise I’ll sort the masterlist tonight! Also tags will be moved to the bottom under the cut. Let me know if you’d like to be added

Gif creator @padfootwantsatummyrub thank you!

Alicia agreed to meet him that same night, and he tried to be presentable, and though he couldn't hide the alcohol on his breath, he was miraculously clean. That was thanks to the girls, of course, he hadn't had a second to snort coke with all their attention and literal begging. His sister was out on a job– Healy had given them the name of the low level thug who stole Porsche. Kennedy belonged to Jason Micic's organization, but Alicia discovered the boy usually did his own jobs. Diego met her just a few miles from his place and watched her work. His presence seemed to make Jason's Right Hand man nervous.

"Look miss," he had been calling her 'lady' sarcastically before he noticed Diego lurking around in the shadows, "I hear what you're saying and I promise we're gonna fix it. By this time tomorrow, nobody's ever gonna know that kid's name."

"Good." Alicia took a drag from her cigarette and held out a hand. The man reached out to shake it, but she snatched his wrist and put the cherry out on his forearm. He screamed, lurching his arm out of her grasp and gaining a few claw marks in the process. "Make sure it never happens again, claro?"

They left him cradling his arm and stalked over to the alleyway of a greasy midnight diner. Diego held the door open for her, instructing her guard with a look to wait outside (his guard did the same). Alicia picked a booth in the back and ordered whiskey and fries– the very mention of which made Diego's stomach growl.

"What do you want, Diego?" Alicia was stoic, already a note of disappointment fell from her voice as if she expected something childish.

He took a deep breath to collect himself.

"I'm sorry, sister," he said. She raised an eyebrow, but he continued, "I've been reckless and stupid and I almost got us caught because of it. You said those fucking pigs wouldn't have had anything on us except for my gun, and I can't let that happen again. So until we cross the border… no more coke."

Alicia was, understandably, surprised. "No more coke? You think you can handle that, Diego?"

His eyes were hard as stone– determined. "For us? Yes."

His sister relaxed into the red cushions of the booth. Her eyes searched his– for mockery, for tricks, for falsehoods– until her jaw tightened and some raw expression flashed that Diego didn't know how to read.

"On our mother's grave," he vowed. The trust Alicia was giving him now could not be squandered. It filled him with determination and a desire to be redeemed in her head. On our mother's grave.

She hugged him. After sitting in perfect, tense silence while he ate all the fries and took a sip of her whiskey, as they were walking back out the door, she hugged him. He felt like a kid again. He felt like he had when their mother had passed away. Those were the only times she had hugged her brother, and it left him feeling raw and exposed like a nerve ending. His head drifted as he drove home and he swiped a tear from his cheek.

I can do this, he decided. For us.

It was nearly dawn by the time he got back to the penthouse. The cityscape was always bright at night, but there were a few precious hours in the evening and the morning when enough lights went out that made the city feel truly peaceful. Diego slipped into bed, barely managing to kick off his shoes before falling asleep watching the flurries of driven snow fly past his window.

Someone was jiggling the doorknob. Diego had just enough strength to turn his head and look at the clock to read the time was 5:40 AM. The door to his bedroom opened violently as someone fell in. He lifted his head groggily and recognized the pretty kitten heels hanging from the brown arm with a death grip on the door knob. Jazmine pulled herself up with great difficulty, swaying on her feet like a drunk and slowly maneuvering the door to close behind her. Her half lidded eyes landed on Diego and she smiled.

"Hey." She sounded hoarse and slurred. "I didn't think you'd actually be here…"

Diego groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to sit up just a bit. "You asked me to be here. What do you want?"

Something like sickness flashed over her face but only for a second. Her brow smoothed with determination and she sauntered with purpose to the side of his bed. Jazmine pulled his hair lightly and elicited a grunt from him.

"I saw Haagen last night," she sighed. "When I left, I got a cab and got drunk and… well, here I am."

Diego had a hard time focusing on her words, what with the gentle petting of his hair causing distraction, but he understood the unspoken story hidden between the lines. He rested a hand on top of her thigh and felt her twitch under his touch but not away from it.

"If you're not too tired…" Her soft hand slid down, down, down. Stroking over the side of his neck and the open collar of his shirt, caressing his chest and pressing into the plain of his stomach until it mirrored his own touch on her thigh. She even gave him a squeeze which caused him to twitch as she had. "I could use a nice massage."

Diego felt himself smirk involuntarily. She had his blood pumping now and pushing out the grogginess of a near sleepless night. He squeezed her back in answer but made no move to sit up or do anything else.

On Jazmine's part, she couldn't take her eyes off of the man. There was something about the calmness and the plain white shirt that made him seem altogether a different man. He didn't look like a drug lord right now– he looked like somebody's husband. Maybe even somebody's dad. She could put that thought to good use…

"You like roleplaying, Diego?" His eyes had drifted shut but one opened curiously. "I can start."

"Every girl likes doctor and nurse," he mumbled almost to himself.

Jazmine shook her head. "I've got something else in mind."

She stood up and tossed her shoes to the side. Only as she was taking it off did Diego notice she was wearing a t-shirt over her dress (in his defense, they were the same color). What she wore beneath was modest, something she could pass off in a church, which was a far cry from the little number she had worn to the club. Jazmine started her story by removing his belt with an agonizingly slow pace.

"You," she said, tapping the buckle, "are a 9 to 5 office jockey who loves his parents and makes a decent living wage."

"So sexy," he drawled sarcastically.

"And I–" she ripped the belt from the loops of his pants eagerly and in one motion, "– am your wife."

Diego's voice dropped. "Keep going."

"I take care of the kids and our three story suburban house." She unbuttoned his pants with one hand, struggling and constantly bumping into his junk just to drive him crazy. "And we're so busy with everything we haven't had time to ourselves since our second kid. But guess what?"

The button finally popping forced air out of Diego's lung, and he pulled his pants down himself as he became impatient. Jazmine was intent on keeping control and straddled his hips with force. His hands found their way up her skirt with ease and he fingered the strap of her panties as he waited for the other shoe to drop. "It's their first day of kindergarten."

Diego's lust addled brain took a second to catch up. It was harder to do with her warm core putting pressure on his hardening cock, but he managed, and when he did he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Are you saying we haven't had sex in five years?"

Jazmine hummed. She ground down on his hips, and he couldn't help but buck into her, feeling rock hard and ready. The woman slipped into her role like she was born to it, donning a face of longing with just a pouting lip.

"I've missed you so much, baby..."

God, he could not wait to get naked– this would just have to do. Diego sat up until he was chest to chest with 'his wife' and slipped his hands into his boxers to free his cock from its confines. Jazmine wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held onto him for dear life as he pushed her panties to the side and slipped a finger in.

"So wet, baby," he groaned, "estas listo?"

American girls loved hearing his Spanish and Jazmine was no different judging by the way she shuddered. He had to do everything by feeling since she refused to let go of him. She slid onto his cock like she belonged there, and although it was truthfully the first time, it felt like the first in a long time.

Jazmine gasped when he finally bottomed out. Without a condom, she could feel every single vein and ridge of his thick length wedged into her pussy, and just the slightest movement caused the greatest sensations. Diego's warm breath fanned over her chest and she wished she could reach the zipper on the back of the dress to offer her nipples to him. He was content, it seemed, to try and taste them from the outside, and she squeezed his cock as a reward.

"Oh fuck me."

It wasn't meant as a request but Diego obliged her nonetheless. He gripped the soft curves between her hips and her waist and used them to bounce her in his lap, not too fast and not too deep, limited by the position but also like he wanted to keep her close to him. His watering mouth soaked through her dress and her lacy bra and when he pulled away to attack the other it left the last cold.

The sweet burn of Diego's ministrations allowed Haagen's to wash away like footprints on a sandy beach. All that mattered now was Diego, and the unexpectedly tender way he fucked her like she really was the mother of his children. It made her ache where it shouldn't have, deep in her chest, but she didn't fight it and soon the tightening coil in her core won over her attention.

Diego moaned with his mouth still on her and Jazmine keened in response, wrapping her fingers in his hair and dragging his head up to look at her. His pupils were blown wide but the light from the window still illuminated the deep brown ring of his eyes in a way that was so hypnotic she couldn't look away.

His lip curled (of course) and the unhinged mischief of his former self shone through. "Want another..."

She couldn't tell if it was a question for her or a statement from him. He kept her bouncing on his cock as his eyes drifted down to her mouth and back up again. Every time she came down it was harder and deeper than before as she let her whole weight crash into him. "Put another baby in you, huh, muñeca? Make it three…"

That should not have been as hot as it was. Jazmine whined involuntarily and put both of her hands on his chest to push him onto his back, stalling their impeccable rhythm for a second as she basked in how deep his dick really went.

He could do it. For real– his cock was naked in her pussy and he had the length to do it better than most. Oh fuck, it's curved, she thought, wishing she was fucking him the other way around. Can't stop now. Can't wait.

Jazmine began to ride Diego and listened to all the filthy things that fell from his lips. No wonder I married you.

"Yeah, querida? You like this dick? Want me to cum inside and paint a pretty picture?"

"Yesss," she hissed. "Oh god. Fuck…"

"That's it, mama, keep fucking yourself. Don't need my help, do you? Got it all figured out. Put a baby in you and watch you grow again…"

Jazmine gasped, she was so close, hanging right on the edge. "Fuck, daddy…"

She didn't even know she'd said the magic word, but the pair came together, and hard. Diego's grip on her waist was bruising and merciless, he filled her up with all he had and then some, and just to make it extraordinary, he made her hips grind into him for good measure. Jazmine's mouth dropped low and saliva dribbled out and dripped into his shirt, her hands tearing a button off as her pussy clenched down on his pulsating cock for a true flood. She was seeing stars when the torrent of endorphins finally drew back, and she collapsed onto his chest, boneless and gasping for air.

When their breathing had finally slowed down, Jazmine moved just enough of her weight to make them both comfortable without adding distance– for her sake as much as his. There was sweat cooling in the small of her back, Diego’s chest rose and fell beneath her head, and the memory of Haagen faded away like static on a television set.

“So,” Diego hummed, “I take it that was a bit of a fantasy of yours, eh?”

Jazmine’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? Three kids, a house, and a spouse?” She thought about it for a moment and shrugged, “doesn’t everyone, in their own way?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

"I will admit it was probably most definitely brought on by this," she plucked at his white shirt, smirking with pride at the missing button and pocketing it in her drenched bra. "You look like… well I don't know exactly but this shirt screams normal and I figured you couldn't possibly own something like that."

Diego hummed but offered no explanation for the unusual attire. He could probably go incognito through a crowd and never be seen with that thing. Now uncomfortable, Jazmine sat up and flung off her dress, admiring the red handprints on her sides. She lay back down into his embrace and chuckled.

"What?"

She started drawing circles on his chest with a finger. “I wasn’t sure you could get off without, you know, an audience.”

Diego shrugged his shoulders (jostling her head in the process) and she could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “of course I can come without an audience. It’s a preference, not a medical condition.”

“Oh right, sure. Sure.” The warm hand on her back began to slide, tracing up her sides and just short of cupping her face, she felt his fingers graze her earlobe. A groan of irritation ripped through her throat. “I guess you did get an audience after all.”

“What’s that supposed to mean exactly?”

Jazmine took her sweet time answering him as she rolled up and over top of him to get to the other side of the bed and to touch the room light remote on the nightstand. Now brighter in the slick black design of Diego’s bedroom, she leaned over him on her elbow and pointed.

Directly at her fake hearing aid.

Diego stared for a moment before his cheeks puffed and he blew a raspberry trying to hold his laugh. It exploded from his chest like a bark and his entire body curled into it, which in turn warmed Jazmine to join in. For as cool and unbothered as Agent Healy portrayed himself, there was no way he could have been able to ignore the sounds on the other end of the listening device by the sheer volume of the activities on the receiver.

Ever the exhibitionist, Jazmine was not surprised to find Diego’s hand pressing into the back of her neck to draw her closer. She rolled her eyes when he leaned forward to speak directly into the microphone, “like what you heard, Healy?”

The answer came in an instant. Just as Jazmine was debating whether to settle back into the bed or to get up, Diego’s phone rang. The man was having far too much fun as he pushed her under him and reached for the nightstand even though she was closer. His knee fell between her sensitive thighs as he checked the screen. Despite everything, he still looks at her with disbelief as Healy’s contact glares back at him.

Healy’s voice sounded somehow right coming from a speaker. It matched the sometimes robotic way he delivered them lines about his purpose or his plan. “Yes, Mr. Jimenez, I am always on the edge of my seat when you make a pass at my informant.”

The expression only flashes for a second across his face, but for a moment Diego looked as uncomfortable as Jazmine felt. It was strange, knowing the name and the face of the person who was surveilling you. Knowing they hear everything all of the time and forgetting, only to remember and wonder if you’ve done something to warrant the shame and embarrassment that floods through you upon recollection. Jazmine was more often than not completely unaware of the thing until it beeped its death notes. She would have to remember to set a schedule for charging it every night, as Healy had suggested before.

“It’s fascinating the things people get up to when they think they’re alone,” Healy continued, “but if it is any consolation to you, Miss. Mann, I am accustomed to turning a blind eye– or ear, I suppose– to your nonessential activities.”

Well at least that was something. Diego hung up (or Healy did, she wasn’t paying attention), then turned to look her in the eye with a mischievous glint.

“What?”

“Jazz Mann.”

“Shut the– I’m going to fucking strangle you.”

~~~~~

Alrighty, I think this was pretty successful! But know that it’s all downhill from here (OK, mostly downhill from here).

@1zashreena1 @kid-from-new-zealand @nicke0115 @girlpornparadise @mental-bycatch

#Diego Jimenez #Diego Jimenez imagine #Starz Power #Diego Jimenez x OC #three bees writing #🐝🐝🐝✒#Garrote

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 1

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 5,353

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented @ky-jane

“Alright, Elsa, what’s the plan here?”

My reflection in the changing room mirror stared back at me with a pointed look.

“Me?!” My hand flew up to my chest, fingers splayed as I breathed out a strained chuckle. “You think I know what to do? You do realize who we’re talking about here, right?”

She frowned at me, eyelids drooping.

“Ugh, I know, I know I need to call them, don’t remind me!” I tossed my hands up and turned my back on the mirror as I began to pace in the tiny box of a room. I hugged one arm around my abdomen while I brought the other up so I could bite my thumbnail. “It’s just… It’s a lot to take in! They won’t understand, hell, I don’t even understand! I’m supposed to be the good girl! The one that always follows the rules and does as she’s told, the one that can do no wrong. They’ll…”

I froze mid step as my eyes fell on the heaping pile of alabaster silk, lace and tulle laying in a rumpled pile on the ugly carpet not a few inches from my feet. I winced. “...they’ll be so disappointed. Their perfect girl is gone.” Sighing, I shook my head and turned back towards my reflection once more, gripping the edges of the mirror. “I can’t talk to them right now, I just can’t. I should wait. Give them time to cool off and... and to process. Yeah, that’d be better, right? ...right?”

She stared back at me like a deer caught in the headlights.

I scowled. “Oh, you’re no help.”

“Hoo-hoo!” A sudden knock at the door made me jump as my heart leapt up into my throat. “Everything okay, deary? Who are you talking to in there?”

“Er… fine!” I called out. Was that a tremor in my voice? Dammit, girl, learn to keep your cool. Clearing my throat, I tried again. “Everything’s fine! And no one! Talking to, that is. I’m talking to no one!” Wait. No. That sounded crazy. “Uh… I mean, talking to myself!” I flinched, slumping back against a wall and lightly banging my head against it. Not much better. “Talking? What talking? There’s no talking going on in here!” Cue nervous chuckle.

Smooth.

“Oh? Must be hearing things then. Oh well!” I listened to his retreating footsteps until I couldn’t hear them anymore.

Releasing the small breath I’d been holding, I looked myself over in the mirror once more. The price tags were still sticking out of the powder blue sundress and ankle boots I was wearing. They’d just been the first things I’d grabbed on entering this store, I’d hardly even looked at them before running straight back to the dressing rooms. Thankfully, fate or luck or whatever you wanted to call it seemed to have smiled upon me, at least in that second, for they’d turned out to be in my size. Yanking the tags off, I then squinted at my platinum blonde hair in the reflection, still up in the tight, elegant bun from-

I grimaced, quickly shutting down that train of thought as I started yanking out all the bobby pins. After dropping what felt like a million of those wiry little jerks to the floor, the bun loosened and unwound into a thick braid falling down my spine. Sweeping it forward over one shoulder and brushing my bangs back, I then gave myself one last hard look. My skin was even paler than usual, making my faint freckles stand out for once against my face. I took a second to try and slap some color back into my drained cheeks before stabbing an index finger up against the glass, hissing, “Keep it together, you got this.”

Blue eyes blinked back at me owlishly.

“...I hope,” I muttered, shoulders slumping. But then with renewed resolve, I straightened up once more, cast one last sour look at the giant, fluffy garment discarded on the ground before turning my back on it and marching out of the changing room door.

“Hoo-hoo!”

I jerked back as the cheerful voice pierced the air, what little courage I’d manage to piece together already fluttering away like a frightened bird. Heart pounding in my ears, I looked past the racks and racks of secondhand clothing to the source, a burly, rosy cheeked man standing behind the register counter, waggling his fingers at me as he flashed a warm little smile.

“That looks very nice on you, deary, if I do say so myself,” he chirped. “And you’re in luck! It’s part of our big summer blowout, so it’s fifty percent off!”

Ah. Right. Munny. A means of purchasing goods. A thing of which I had very little in that exact moment.

None, in fact.

Not even so much as a credit card.

“Th-thanks,” I stammered, quickly looking away as I twisted my braid and tried to steady my breathing. Think, think, think… how was I going to get out of this? …I wished Anna were here. She’d know exactly what to do. She was always so much better at this whole… impulsive… thing. For now, I just needed to buy more time to think.

Act normal. I could do that at the very least, right?

Conceal, don’t feel. Don’t let him know.

“I… think I’ll just browse a little more… if you don’t mind,” I managed to get out, going to the nearest rack and idly thumbing through a few of the outfits on hangers.

“Of course, of course, be my guest,” he said, tapping his fingers together happily. “I must say, you were quite the sight when you came bursting in here! It’s not everyday someone rushes into my shop dressed in a-”

“Costume party!” I blurted out, my fingers spasming and knocking one of the hangers from the rung, the shirt draped on it crumpling to the carpet. I snatched it up and hastily shoved it back onto the rack. “I just came from a… a costume party, that’s all.” My hand trembled and I balled it into a fist, hiding it behind my back.

Don’t let him in, don’t let him see.

“Oh! How delightful, a party! Well, you must have been the belle of the ball, deary!”

I hummed out a soft, curt laugh, my lips pressed into a tight smile. “I just left it back there. In the dressing room. You can have it if you, ah, if you like. I’m not attached to it.”

His lips formed a tiny O, but then the smile was already back. “In that case, I'll knock ten percent off your purchase,” he proudly held up all ten fingers to emphasize what a deal he was offering. “Sound fair?”

“...sure.”

Now how to pay for the other ninety percent?

Forget it. Surprisingly, that was actually the least of my worries at the moment. I had much, much bigger problems to deal with. Like what on earth I was even going to do once I stepped out those automatic doors and back onto the bustling city streets. I had nowhere to go. No one to turn to. No-

I inhaled sharply, my eyes widening and my fingers flying to my temples as my breathing became shallow again.

...where was I even going to sleep tonight?

On the streets? That’s a thing some people actually did, right? But how to even pick the right street, a safe street? It’s not like the homeless left online reviews with a star rating system on which alleys were primo bunking spots.

...oh dear lord, was I homeless now?

“Focus, Elsa, focus! Get it together,” I whispered harshly at myself. Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed my new friend behind the cash register giving me a funny look.

Reminder to self: act normal. Normal… you remember how to do that, right?

Okay, breathe in. Breathe out. Let’s figure this out, calmly and rationally. Let’s start with what city we’re in. Oh gosh, what was it called again? I’d only said and heard it a million times in the last few months leading up to this day, but now my mind was drawing a total blank. Started with a T… Twi… something. Twixt… Twisted… Twirling…

Twilight! That was it! Twilight Town.

Wait… Twilight Town? There was something about that name… something from a long time ag-

Ah! Wasn’t Twilight Town where she had been from?

...oh wow, it’d been years since I’d even thought of her. Goodness, did she even still live here?

I glanced towards the salesman again. He beamed and wriggled his fingers at me in another tiny wave, “Hoo-hoo!”

I blanched, eyes snapping back down to the hanging clothes before me, heart hammering in my chest.

Dammit, girl, grow a backbone already.

Gulping down my anxiety, I looked to him again, plastering what I hoped could pass for a friendly, if somewhat shaky grin to my face and approaching the register. “Would you, um, would you possibly have a… a White Pages back there, maybe?”

“Of course, deary,” he ducked down behind the counter before coming back up, plopping down the massive book in question before me. “Take all the time you need, I’ll be right over there.” He pointed to a large box in one corner of the store packed high with clothes, probably in need of sorting and price tags. “Just give a shout when you’re ready to ring up.”

“Thanks,” I murmured, watching him walk off before pulling the phone book closer to me and cracking it open somewhere in the middle.

Let’s see… last name… it’d been Hewley, right? I began rapidly flipping through the pages until I found the one I was looking for, lightly running my index finger down the column as my eyes scanned.

Hewley, R… Hewley, R… ah-ha, there! Oh fudge, none of the first names had been fully printed, just that damn first initial of R. My lips pursed to one side as I squinted down at the page. Oh well, it wasn’t that big of a list. “Excuse me?” I called back to the man and he looked up, a dark turquoise dress folded over one arm and a pair of boots in hand. “Would I be able to use your phone? Er… please?”

“Ah,” he tsked sadly. “Sorry, deary, it’s busted!”

“Oh. A-alright.” I frowned back down at the list of names. Now what? Not like I could use a pay phone. Still had that whole munny problem, as in not having any. Did pay phones even still exist? Ugh, so not the thing to be focusing on right now! Maybe... I could ask someone on the street if I could borrow their phone?

My nose scrunched up and I shook my head. No. Hell no. Talk to a stranger? Me? Please. Even talking to this guy here was a major feat for me and he was paid to put up with me.

Sighing, I read over the list again, then blinked. Huh… addresses were included…

I looked to the employee on the opposite end of the store, who was currently faced away from me. Then my gaze flicked back down to the White Pages. Then at the doors leading outside. Back to him. To the book. To the doors. To the book. My eyes widened and my pulse spiked once more.

… I’m not seriously thinking what I think I’m thinking, am I?

“Hey!” he gasped. “What are you-?!”

Apparently I was.

For I’d already snatched the phone book up, clutching its open pages to my chest and pounding my soon-to-be officially shoplifted boots against the carpet as I bolted for the sliding glass doors. I yelled over my shoulder, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I… I’ll bring it back! All of it, the book, the clothes, everything, I promise! I just, I need to borrow them, just... just for a bit!”

“Get back here!” He charged after me, somehow suddenly looking ten times bigger and ten times more intimidating.

I squeaked, eyes forward once more as I forced every last ounce of speed out of my legs that they could muster. The doors glided open just enough for me to squeeze through in time and I stumbled outside, staggering into a sharp turn before booking it. Luckily, the sidewalks were crowded and I’d had just enough of a head start. It wasn’t long before I managed to lose him, ducking behind the corner of one building. I pressed my back against the wall, panting heavily.

So, so sorry, you oddly super nice yet super terrifying man! But I was really going to return it all, I swear!

I just needed to find her first! Which shouldn’t take long, right?

After all, it wasn’t like I was going to have to check every name on the list, right?

Answer: yes. I’d had to check all of them.

Every.

Single.

Last.

One.

On the whole goddamn frigging list. And every single last one? Hadn’t been her. I didn’t even want to think about the sheer number of intercoms I’d buzzed or doors I’d knocked on, each one more nerve-racking than the last as I waited, chest tightening and hands clammy, to hear or see who’d answer. And each one a disappointment. I shuddered as I recalled the last one, still disturbingly fresh in my mind. He’d looked me up and down, given me a smile that’d made my skin crawl and told me while he didn’t know anyone by that name, he’d gladly give me a place to sleep tonight and I could call him anything I liked.

And here I’d thought I’d sprinted with everything I had when I’d swiped this phone book, but my legs had proved me wrong in that second when I immediately turned and gave Speedy Gonzales a run for his munny to get away from that creep. Bleh!

Sighing, I glanced back down at the book, cradled close in my arms and still open to the same page. There was only one name left at the bottom of the list. This was it. My last chance.

Looking up again, I hesitantly crept down the hallway inside the apartment building, my eyes shifting from one door to the next, searching for the unit number that matched the address in the phone book. I passed a window, outside of which it was dark save for a few stars sparkling here and there. Night had already fallen. I’d been at this all afternoon. My legs were tired, my feet sore, and I was just about ready to collapse.

“Three seventeen… three eighteen… ah! Here it is, three nineteen!” I stopped in front of the door, taking a deep breath before slowly releasing it. Then balancing the White Pages in one hand, I curled the other into a fist, raised it towards the door and-

-stopped just short of it.

For it’d just suddenly struck me...

...what… was I going to do… if this wasn’t her either? My hand, still hovering just an inch from the door, began to quake. This… really was it. I had no other options. I couldn’t go back. There was no way, just no way. Not even Anna could help me, otherwise I might just drag her down with me. My vision began to blur as I felt a wetness at the corner of my eyes. If… if I-

No. Stop it. Suck it up, hold it back. Just… hold it back.

I angrily swiped at my eyes, blinking several times until they cleared once more. Then squaring my shoulders and lifting my chin, I rapped my knuckles firmly against the door. And I waited.

Everything would work out. It’d all be fine. This would be her. This had to be her.

I heard a click on the other side of the door and my breath hitched. Slowly it creaked open and there, standing in a faded black tank top and sweatpants, was…

...a man.

An admittedly quite pretty man, with his bright blue-green eyes and ashen hair down to his mid back currently pulled back into a loose ponytail.

But still... a man.

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Can I help you?”

It wasn’t her. Because she was a she, and this before me was very much a he. And she wasn’t a he.

...not unless she’d made a very big, very life altering decision…

But no, he looked nothing like her, not even the same eye color. This couldn’t be her.

“Uh… hello?” he squinted at me, waving a hand in front of my face and I jerked back, blinking a couple times. “Anyone in there?”

Oh. Right. Talking. That was a thing I should be doing.

I cuddled the book closer to my chest, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Um, h-hi. Is… Living here, is there a…” I stopped, my mouth going dry.

What was the point of even asking? I already knew the answer he’d give me. It’d be the same answer all the other names on the list had given me. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t anywhere. It’d been a long shot, I don’t even know why I’d gotten my hopes up. She’d probably moved out of town years ago.

I… was all alone with no place to stay.

I felt my eyes start to brim over and my bottom lip quiver.

He blanched. “Oh shit, are you okay?” he asked, an awkward hand stretching out towards me, but immediately halting and wavering, clearly at a complete and utter loss for what to do.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The metaphorical dam burst, tears pouring down my cheeks as I sunk down to the ground and buried my face in the pages of the phone book.

I hardly even heard it as he called over his shoulder, voice distraught, “Honey? Could you come out here for a minute? Please?!”

I was going to have to live in a box on the streets. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it’d be a nice box. A box with a view. A deluxe box. A fancy box, with like a Prada or Rolex logo printed on the side.

“What is it? Why are you-” a new voice joined the conversation, cut off by a gasp and a stuttering of footsteps. Then there was a loud, distinctive smack, followed by the man emitting a pained grunt. “What did you do?!”

I was going to have to get a roommate so I wouldn’t be lonely in my Rolex box. That roommate would be a cockroach, of course, since I’d be living on the streets. Her name would be Carol.

“Whaddya mean, what did I do?!”

“There’s a woman sitting on our welcome mat weeping into a phone book, Riku! I ask again. What. Did. You. Do?!”

Carol would probably hog the shower every morning. Sounds like something Carol would do. Carol always seemed like a selfish hag.

“I didn’t do anything! I just opened the door!” Another thwack and another yelp. “What was that one for?!”

“It must have been how you opened the door! You have a very off-putting way of opening doors!”

But then, it was a Rolex box on the street, so it wouldn’t be so much a shower as a grimy, gutter puddle. Wouldn’t make a difference to Carol though. Ugh, that wretch Carol. Always such a puddle hog.

“How?! How does one be off-putting when opening a goddamn-”

“Shush! What’s she saying?”

“No clue, she’s just been sobbing incoherent gibberish this whole time.”

Crud, had I been saying all that stuff aloud? At least it had been drowned out by all my blubbering, otherwise they would have thought me insane. Well… more insane than they probably already did, what with me being the whackjob wailing uncontrollably on some random strangers’ door step.

“Wait… hold up…” the second voice lowered hesitantly. “Is that… you? ...Elsa?”

I stiffened, my eyes snapping open and my head jerking up. Next to the guy now was some chick, her long, messy black hair framing her face as she bent forward slightly for a better look at me, her gold eyes wide and searching.

Was it… really her? Was it…

“...Rayne?” I croaked out, punctuated by a sniffle.

Her hands flew up to her mouth. “Oh wow, it really is you!” Brow furrowing now, she tentatively reached for me. “Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you-”

“Oh my god, Rayne!” I bawled, on my feet in a flash and throwing myself at her. She caught me, stumbling back a step as I threw my free arm around her to clutch at her shoulders while the other still grasped the now thoroughly soggy book between us. “It’s you, it really is you! Thank god! I’m so happy! Now I don’t have to live in a box with Carol!”

“Um, I’m… happy for you?” she gingerly patted me on the back, glancing to the guy, who merely shrugged. “But… what’s wrong? What on earth are you doing here?”

I pulled away, fingers digging into one of her sleeves now as the words started to rush out of me. “I couldn’t go through with it! I just couldn’t! It was all too much! The music, the chandeliers, the people, the, the… him! Especially him! Because that’s all it was going to ever be, was him! Just him! That’s it! The end! It's what he wanted, and it's what they wanted but what about me and what I wanted? Oh sure, I thought it was what I wanted at first, but then I started to think about it, really think about it and I didn't know anymore and I just got scared and it just… I didn’t, I couldn’t... I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t stay! I had to get out of there, to run, to escape! Anna helped and-” My breath caught in my throat and I folded my fingers against my lips, pressing hard, making my knuckles turn white. “Oh no! All those people! What will they think? What will they say? Wha-” Another pause, this one with a scowl and a shake of my head. “No. No, no, no, I don’t care! I don’t care what they’re going to say, they can take their hoity-toity opinions and shove it up their hoity-toity a-”

“Elsa!” she snapped, grabbing me by the shoulders. “Elsa, Elsa, stop! You’re not making any sense! Slow down, breathe! Words generally make more sense when they have spaces between them, you should try it sometime.”

I clasped a hand over my mouth, inhaling and exhaling rapidly through my nose.

Her eyelids drooped and she sighed, reaching out to wipe some of my tears away. “Just… come inside and sit down so we can talk.”

She took my hand in hers and led me into the apartment, the guy stepping in after and clicking the door shut behind us. The flat was modest, with a little kitchenette off to my left. The living room had blue carpets and sandy colored walls decorated with island paintings and what looked to be some sort of yellow, star-shaped fruit preserved in resin hanging in a glass case. I numbly followed behind her as she gently pulled me towards the nearest couch.

There was a cold hardness that I suddenly became aware of pressing into my palm and I looked down at where Rayne’s hand held mine as she tugged me along. That’s when I saw it. The plain, elegantly understated little silver band.

Wrapped around her ring finger.

I came to a screeching halt with a gasp, yanking her hand up to my face and forcing a yelp out of her as she stumbled back towards me. “You got married?!”

Scratching her cheek with her free hand, she shrugged. “Uh, well, ye-”

“I didn’t know you got married! You!” I dragged her over to the man, shoving the beringed hand in front of his nose. “Did you know she got married?!”

He staggered back a tiny step, his wide eyes darting from me to Rayne and back. Then he tentatively raised his own hand and pointed to the matching band he was wearing. “...sorta the one she’s married to.”

My eyes were welling up once more. “That’s… that’s… Congratulations!” I was all but attacking her with another tight hug and she wheezed out an oof. “I’m so happy for you!”

“Thanks,” she chuckled softly. “Also… kinda have a baby on the way too, actually.”

“A baby?!” I tore myself away to gape at her. Then at her stomach. She was hardly even showing. “A baby!” I looked to her husband. “Did you know she has a baby?! In there?!” I pointed at her belly.

He glanced away, scratching the back of his head with the barest hint of a blush and pleased little grin twitching at one corner of his lips. “...sorta the one who put it in there.”

“Riku!” Rayne hissed.

“What?!”

With a grumbling huff, she turned her back on him and stomped the rest of the way over to the sofa with me in tow, putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing me down to sit. She then plopped down across from me, using the coffee table as a makeshift bench.

“Enough about me. Let’s try this again. Why are you here? Don’t get me wrong, sweetie, I’m delighted you’re here, but I haven’t seen you since we were kids. Tell me what happened, why are you crying?” I opened my mouth and took a deep, deep breath, but then she poked an index finger to my lips, silencing me before I’d even begun. “Hold it. Hmmmm,” she narrowed her eyes, pressing her hands together and bringing her fingers up to her mouth. “...let’s try more specific questions, shall we? Let’s start with where the phone book came from?” she said, carefully removing said item from my grasp and handing it to Riku, who blinked and frowned but took it.

Alright, let’s try not to overwhelm her this time. Put a muzzle on the motormouth. Keep it concise. To the point.

“I stole it,” I said simply.

“You…” her eyebrows shot up into her bangs before she shook her head. “Okay, why did you steal it?”

“Because the phone was busted.”

Her head tipped to one side. “The phone…?”

I nodded earnestly. “These clothes too.”

“Those clothes…” her gaze flicked to my sundress and boots before meeting mine again. “...are… also busted?”

“No. Stolen. I stole them too.”

“Oh.” She and Riku exchanged a glance. “Alright... why?”

My shoulders bobbed. “Because I had no munny.”

“Had no…?” her head rocked back at that. “But… but you’re you, how could you possibly-” she cut herself off, scrunching up her nose with a sour twist to her lips. “Okay, just… help me out here and walk me through this. What happened? From the beginning.”

From the beginning? Really? Well alright, she asked for it.

“We - he and I, that is - knew each other from childhood. Our families were close, so it only made sense that we played together, grew up together, spent time together. Then in high school, we started- well, of course we did, it only made sense, right? Everyone said it made sense and that it was only a matter of time and I figured they were right, so I did. We did.”

I shot up from my seat and began pacing, Riku having to stumble back to get out of my way. My words started blurring into each other, tumbling out faster and faster as I wrung my hands together.

“Before I knew it, years had gone by and we were in our senior year of college and he was asking me and I was saying yes. I mean, of course, I said yes. He was him, I was me, his family was his family, my family was my family, it only made sense, right? And oh, my parents would be so thrilled, they liked him so much and sure, I liked him too I guess, so…” I shrugged, flinging my hands up, “...why not?”

Rayne had stood up by now, attempting to interject, “Sweetie, sweetie, calm down,” as her fingers snatched for my arm, but I absently evaded as my pacing quickened.

“So we graduated and we planned. Oh my god,” I groaned, “so much planning, so many people, I just couldn’t, ugh- Luckily mother handled most of it, you’d think she was the one who was- Anyway, it was all falling into place. The musicians, the catering, the cake, the flowers, the dress, the place, the- oh my god, the place! Radiant Garden! What a lovely building, the perfect venue, so gorgeous with all those fountains and leaves and vines and marble, right in the middle of the beautiful city of Twilight Town and- Twilight Town! That’s what brought me here, right now, to you! Is I recalled that’s where you were from! Remember, you told me, back at our first year of summer camp? You remember camp, right? What was that one counselor’s name,” I snapped my fingers repeatedly in quick succession, “oh, Anna loved him so much… Olaf! That was it, right? The short, pudgy one with the thinning hair and big nose and adored everything about summer and liked warm hugs and-”

“Elsa!” Rayne grabbed my face, squishing my cheeks together, getting me to stop for a second. “I-”

But one second was all she was going to get.

“Right. Off topic.” My expression hardened as I yanked my head free of her grasp and resumed pacing once more. “Back track. Rewind. So. It finally came. The day. You know… The Day. And I was there. I was in the back, by myself, in my dress, in my makeup, thinking this is it. This is what it all comes to. This is my life. My future. Then it hit me.” I halted mid step, spinning on my heel to look her in the eye and said dead serious, “He hates dogs.”

She blinked once, then twice. “He…?”

“Hates dogs, yes. Oh sure, he claims he’s allergic, but I’ve seen him around dogs before and he hasn’t sneezed. Not once. And I love dogs. I’ve always wanted one. A giant white one bigger than me that’s just pure fluff on four legs with floppy ears and a curly tail and I’d name it Marshmallow because how perfect would that be and- Anyway, I realized that was never gonna happen now, not with him hating dogs! And who hates dogs anyway?! They’re dogs, Rayne! Dogs! And that’s… that’s just when it all started falling apart!”

Was I hyperventilating? Pretty sure I was hyperventilating.

“And I just… I suddenly had so many questions! Was this really what I wanted? Why was I doing this? Because it’s what he wanted? Because it would please my parents? Because it’s what everyone said would happen? Because it made sense? Do I even love him? And it just struck me… no! No, I don’t think I do! I don’t think I ever did!”

My steps began to falter, the room felt like it was spinning.

“That’s when… That’s when Anna came to get me, and she took one look at me and she... she just knew! Somehow, she knew! And she didn’t even have to say anything, she was already helping me. Before I realized it, she’d managed to jimmy open a window in the back, this really teeny-tiny window, I don’t even know how I managed to get through it, big poofy, frilly dress and all, but I did and I just started running and running and-”

Rayne grabbed my hands and jerked me into a staggering stop, shouting, “Elsa!” I looked at her, eyes round and panting, wobbling slightly where I stood. She returned my gaze, brow furrowing and saying gently, “Are you… Were you going to get… Was today supposed to be your… wedding day?”

“I…”

Was it getting darker in here? I was suddenly feeling so tired.

“I…”

I blacked out.

Author’s note: So in this AU, Elsa is an antisocial emotional basket case and when she loses control of her emotions, instead of unleashing a burst of ice, she unleashes a burst of nervous babbling xD Sorry, no Lea yet this chapter, I feel like there’s no harm in telling you all now, he doesn’t show up until the end of chapter 3! Please be patient with me for a couple chapters while I do some setup first to get Elsa where she needs to be before the fluffy romcom shenanigans can truly begin. Please just stick it out until the end of chapter 3 and I'm pretty sure you'll be sucked in by then :) Oh, and Rayne is my friend’s OC, much love and many thanks to her for letting me borrow her!

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Always Come Back to You - Chapter Two

Hey there! I’m back y’all and it feels amazing. I’m sorry it took so long for this to come out, but I’ve been crazy busy this month. I will be trying to post more regularly again. This is an answer to a request by @witch-of-letters and it grew to an outrageous level. Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future posts! Please like, comment, and reblog as I love the feedback!

Summary: Kat and Steve get into the army and go to boot camp. They have a crazy set of adventures. Sorry there is no Bucky in this chapter (he’s gone, remember?)

Pairing: Bucky x OC (This is still in 2nd person perspective but I gave her a name to make it easier for me to write a full series)

Warnings: None so far

When the man burst into the room, you were a little astonished. He was a short-statured man with messy hair. His glasses rested askew on his nose, making it look like he’d just been woken up in a hurry and run all the way here.

“My name is Dr. Abraham Erskine. I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve.” He held out his hand for you. You stared at it for a moment before reaching forward and shaking it.

“Hello, my name is-”

“Katherine Rogers. Yes, yes, I just came from meeting your brother, Steven.”

You swallowed thickly. Great, Steve been caught and you were about to go down as an accessory. You were somewhat wishing you’d asked Bucky to stick around. He would’ve known exactly what to do.

“You can relax, dear, we are not going to be sending him to prison any time soon.” Your shoulders slumped with relief. “Instead, we are going to give him a chance.”

“You are?” This was the last thing you’d expected to hear. He’d been rejected five times and now they were just letting him in so casually, as if it wasn’t his entire life on the line.

Dr. Erskine looked up from the folder he was holding and studied you. The tension was building in the tiny room and you couldn’t help but fidget under his eye.

“Why did you come here this evening, Ms. Rogers?”

“You said you met my brother. He can be pretty convincing when he wants to be.” You said as if that was all the explanation he would need.

He bobbed his head, chuckling. “That is very true. But what I asked is why are you here? I have a feeling it’s not just because Steven persuaded you. In fact, I believe you quite surprised him when you suggested it.”

Your brow crinkled as you tried to pinpoint what exactly made you decide to enlist. “Dr. Erskine, have you ever had someone who you were so close to that you felt like they were a part of you? Someone who shared your thoughts, your pain, your happiness.”

He shook his head thoughtfully, “I can’t say that I have.”

“I’ve lived in this world for exactly 9 minutes without Steve. And for every minute after, he’s been there. He’s always known exactly what I’ve been thinking, he’s wiped my tears in every awful situation, he’s felt every emotion I felt. I know my brother can be a bit of an idiot sometimes, so I follow him around and keep him out of trouble. But I can tell you this, living in this world without him for 9 minutes is about all I can take. So if going across seas to join the fight is what he’s determined to do, then that’s where I’m going too.”

You let out a shaky breath. It was dawning on you that you maybe should have given a better answer, something like ‘I love to support our troops’ or ‘it’s my duty to help’, but those all sounded like robotic crud.

Dr. Erskine exhaled a breathy laugh. “You two are most certainly twins. Has anyone ever told you that you’ve got too much blind loyalty?”

“I’m too stubborn to listen if they did.” You stood up a little taller and pushed your shoulders back. It was probably best to prepare yourself for him to tell you to go home.

“If you ask me, blind loyalty isn’t always a bad thing.” He winked at you before whisking out of the room. You stumbled behind him, shocked he hadn’t told you to hit the road. “Have you got any nursing experience, Katherine?”

“Uh, my mother was a nurse in the tuberculosis ward before she passed. She taught me everything she knew.” You strained to see over his shoulder what he was writing on the paperwork.

“I will be assigning you to the same camp as Steven, in the nursing division. I have a feeling we will see some great things from you, Katherine Rogers.”

He slammed the stamp onto the paper and handed it to you before heading toward the door.

“Th-thank you, sir.” You read over the paper, flabbergasted. “Oh, Dr. Erksine?”

He turned on his heel, a raised brow in acknowledgement. “You, um, you said that you were with the Scientific division? Do you work with Howard Stark?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Why do you ask?”

“I just read a journal of his discussing the new self-flying technology he’s been working on. His thinking on it is just...it’s fascinating. I bet it’s amazing getting to work alongside someone like him.”

A grin jerked at the corner of his mouth, “Howard Stark is definitely his own individual.” Dr. Erskine took a few steps before pausing, “although, he does tend to think he’s wittier than he truly is.” You hid a giggle behind your papers as you watched the man retreat.

~~~

Camp Lehigh was everything you’d expected and nothing like you’d imagined. The second you’d set foot off the bus, they’d whisked you off in another direction, away from Steve. You’d been handed a set of clothes and immediately put into training.

The days were long to you. Even when you had worked at home, you had never felt the utter exhaustion that you were feeling from going through basic training. But the girls you were training with were nice enough and you can assume this is what it might have been like to have sisters.

With every day that passed, you were gaining a variety of new skills. You were being put through a vigorous workout routine every morning and intense medical education in the afternoons. You could feel your body and your mind getting stronger and stronger.

Each workout gave you the opportunity to keep an eye on Steve and watch as he struggled to keep up with the rest of the soldiers, but you admired that he never gave up. Some things never changed. You’d even caught a glimpse of Agent Carter sucker punch a guy right in the nose and it had truly been one of the best moments of your life. She was a goddess to you. She was smart, strong, witty, and gorgeous. And you were going to do everything to prove that you were on her level.

At the end of each day, you would crawl into your little cot and write out a letter to Bucky. You wrote about every detail you could remember. The new technique you’d learned that day, how you’d seen Steve riding into camp with Agent Carter, the way the blue sky made you think of his eyes, how much you wished he could see how well you were progressing. You had let to receive anything back, but you knew deep down that he was thinking about you too. You missed him more than you could ever put into words, but there was so much to fill your time that you didn’t have time to really think of missing him.

It took you two weeks to met Peggy Carter face-to-face. You were preparing for your first gas mask training sequence. The entire time, your mind was somewhere else, imagining ways that the gas mask could be improved. Although, you’d be way too chicken to tell anyone these improvements, it was nice to dream sometimes.

You’d slipped to the back of the line, trying to buy yourself some time, when you clumsily bumped into someone.

“Oh my lord, I am so incredibly sorry.” You turned wide-eyed, to find Agent Peggy Carter vaguely disoriented. Your heart slammed in your chest at the realization of who it was.

“It’s quite alright...”

“Rogers, ma’am, Katherine Rogers.” Immediately right-ing yourself into the correct stance.

Peggy looked you up and down, pondering, “Rogers. Is there any relation to Private Steve Rogers?”

“Yes, ma’am, that’s my twin brother.”

“Ah,” Peggy bowed her head, a slight smile hidden, “and may I ask why you were moving to the back of the line?”

You unintentionally cringed, “well, ma’am, my mind had been occupied with something else and I just didn’t want to lose my idea. Sometimes they can disappear as easily as they appear.”

“And what idea would be more important than your training, may I ask?” Her face was stern now, her gaze scrutinizing. God, could you be more of a dingus in front of her?

You gulped, weighing your options of telling her, begging for forgiveness, or just shutting up all together. You wanted to clamp your mouth shut for the rest of the day, but for some reason, when you got nervous, you had what Steve would crudely call word vomit.

“Well...you see...I was just thinking of ways to improve the operation of the gas mask to increase effectiveness, protection, and comfort...” You trailed off. The feel of several other eyes on you was starting to crawl on the back of your head like beetles. It was a feeling you wanted to shake off but you stayed still a statue.

Agent Carter was motionless, considering what you had said. Your insides were cringing, waiting for the reprimand that was sure to come from your wasting valuable time. You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole, effectively ending this conversation.

“And what improvements would those be, Rogers?”

Surely you’d misunderstood her. “Excuse me?”

“I asked you what improvements you thought there should be?”

You glanced around at the rest of the group, still praying that someone might step in and get you out of this, only to meet sympathetic faces. You knew better though, no one wanted to mess with Agent Carter when she was out to prove a point.

“Yes, Agent Carter. I thought it would be beneficial to take away the hose that holds the filter canister, rather making the canister screw in directly. This would make the entire mask more compact and more convenient for carrying.” You paused, waiting for her to say something, but she was still quiet so you continued. “And if we use a durable plastic, rather than glass, then it would cut costs on replacement material and would be more lightweight for longwear.”

It was dead silent in the room as you finished. No one even dared to move a muscle, they were all waiting for the outburst that was sure to come. You had no idea why you couldn’t just keep your mouth shut. The military was definitely the wrong place for your strong personality.

The longer Agent Carter stared at you, the more the tears threatened to spill out. You could feel your bottom lip quivering and you bit down on it hard.

“Those are some interesting observations, Rogers. I appreciate the ingenuity, however next time, please stay focused on your training.”

“Ye-yes ma’am.” You stammered.

Agent Carter gave a curt nod before striding out of the room, the click of her heels fading down the hallway. Shakily, you let out the breath you’d been holding in and marveled at the fact you hadn’t been sent to run laps for the rest of the afternoon. You smoothed down your uniform and turned back around to find everyone’s eyes on you.

“Well, you heard the lady, let’s get back to training.”

~~~

When Colonel Phillips had pulled you out of afternoon training the next day, your heart was pounding in your chest. Even though you’d had that little run in with Agent Carter, you had thought you’d been excelling.

Your jaw dropped when he directed you to a room and Steve was sitting in a chair next to Agent Carter.

“Oh no, this cannot be good.” You hissed. “What did you do to get us both in trouble?”

“I jumped on a grenade during training...”

“You what?!” You shrieked in disbelief and Agent Carter chuckled. “Look, Agent, I apologize profusely for my brother. He can be a real dummy sometimes but I promise he’ll be better-”

“Don’t apologize for me, Kat. You’re always talking about me like I’m not her-” Steve argued.

“Shut up both of you!” Colonel Phillips hollered, silencing the entire room. He turned to look at Agent Carter. “Are you really sure about this?”

Agent Carter ignored him and looked at you and Steve, her lips pursed. It almost seemed like she was trying to hide a smile but you weren’t sure. “Neither of you are in trouble. You’re actually here for something else. Please, sit down and please, call me Peggy.”

You followed suit and sat down cautiously in the seat next to Steve. His leg was shaking, a sign that he was nervous, so you placed your hand on his forearm in hopes to calm him.

“Now, let’s get to business, shall we?” Peggy’s eyes flickered between the two of you before continuing. “We have been observing you two since you’ve arrived. And we’re quite interested in what we’ve seen.”

“What, exactly, have you seen? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“Well, we’ve seen two people who are incredibly brave, determined to succeed despite...obvious obstacles, extreme intelligence, and fierce loyalty.” Colonel Phillips snorted in the corner of the room causing Peggy’s jaw to tense before continuing. “And in spite of some people’s disapproval, we have decided to ask you both to participate in a scientific program for the United States.”

Your head tilted immediately in disbelief. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand. Scientific program? Like work in the science division?”

Peggy cleared her throat, “well, you would both be entered into the Super-Soldier program. It is experimental but if it worked, you would both be great assets in the war and for the US.”

“Experimental, as in they would use us as test subjects?” What the hell was happening.

You glanced over at Steve, who had been silent this whole time. His gaze was focused on his hands in his lap. You wanted to reach over and shake his shoulders but Peggy started talking again.

“Yes, you would technically be test subjects. Howard Stark and Dr. Erskine have been working on this for a very long time though and we would never ask this of you unless we believed we had a good chance.”

“A good chance?” You stared at Peggy like she’d spoken in tongues. “Why are you asking us to do this? Isn’t there anyone else who could do this?”

Peggy leaned forward, “Katherine, we believe that you and Steve are the best people for this program. You both have the qualities we think are important to qualify. We just need your consent and you will have agreed to help us win this war.”

You wanted to refuse, to simply say ‘no thank you’ and go back to your regular training, but something in her voice made you hesitate. The look in her eyes told you that she believed in this program with all her heart. For a moment, you even wondered what Bucky would have to say. He’d surely be telling you to think this through before agreeing to anything.

You opened your mouth to speak when Steve interrupted you. “I’ll do it.”

“Steve-”

“Sign me up.” He disregarded you completely and looked straight at Peggy. “Just tell me what I have to do.”

You bit your lip angrily, swallowing down all the hateful comments you had ready. Instead, you sat forward slowly. “Fine, you can count me in. But on one condition,” Peggy raised a brow curiously, “I get to talk to Howard Stark for ten minutes.”

Peggy laughed heartily before nodding her head. “I think that is something I can arrange. He’s quite interested in meeting you as well. He really liked your gas mask ideas.”

You were so shocked that your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Howard Stark knows that I exist? And he thought my idea was good? Holy cow, I cannot believe that.” You looked over at Steve in excitement but he was still staring down at the table. He hadn’t made eye contact with you through this whole meeting. He couldn’t really be mad at you for apologizing for him, could he?

“Yes, yes he does. Now let’s get you both in with the doctors for physicals and you’ll be taken to meet Howard and Dr. Erskine tomorrow.” Peggy stood up and gestured toward the door.

Steve shot out of his chair and out the door like a rocket. You’d followed after him but he was halfway down the hall before a nurse grabbed your arm and led you in a different direction. But there was no question, you’d talk to him before the day was over.

~~~

It was quite on the camp as you snuck through the shadows to your brothers barracks. He’d avoided you all evening but he wasn’t gonna get away from you that easily and he should know it. Once you wanted something, you were like a dog with a bone.

Placing your ear against the door, it was quite so you hoped the rest of the men were out. As quiet as possible, you twisted the handle and slipped between the crack. You looked around and saw Steve sitting on his bed with his back to the door. He peered over his shoulder to see you and his eyes narrowed.

“You’re not allowed to be in here.” He said brusquely.

“You didn’t give me much of a choice. You refused to talk to me all day and I don’t know why.” In a few steps, you were standing next to his cot, staring down at your twin brother.

Steve sighed and set his book down. “Kat, you really should leave.”

You sat down next to him and grabbed his hand. “Please tell me what I did wrong, Stevie. I agreed to do the program and everything will be alright.”

“That’s just it, Kat. You’re always doing things because you think you need to watch out for me or be with me. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow but if it’s bad and you get hurt, it’ll be because of me.”

“Oh Stevie, that’s not why I chose to do it-”

A knock on the door pulled your focus away and turned to watch Dr. Erskine step in.

“Ms. Rogers, how did I somehow know that I would find you here.” He sat down on the cot across from Steve’s. “Can’t sleep?”

“Got the jitters, I guess.” Steve replied for you both.

“Ah, me too. Tomorrow is a big day.” Dr. Erskine smiled at you kindly.

Steve rubbed his hands on his thighs for a moment. “Can I ask you a question?” Dr. Erskine nodded for him to continue. “Why us?”

“I suppose that is the only question that matters...” He was fiddling with a bottle he’d brought, trying to come up with the best explanation. He tilted it in your direction to show the label clearly. “This is from Augsburg, my city. So many people forget that the first country the Nazis invaded was their own. You know, after the last war there, my people struggled. They felt weak, they felt small.” Your stomach clenched at the thought and there was an underlying urge to comfort him.

“And then Hitler comes along with the big show, and the flags... And he hears of me, and he finds me. He told me, ‘you, you will make us strong.’ but I am not interested. So he sent the head of Hydra, his research division, a brilliant scientist by the name of Johann Schmidt.” A chill ran through your body. Wherever this story was heading could not turn out good.

“Now, Schmidt is a member of the inner circle, and he is ambitious. He and Hitler share a passion for occult power and Teutonic myth.” It’s hard to see the point but you’re immersed into the story. “Hitler uses his fantasies to inspire his followers. But for Schmidt, it is not fantasy. For him, it is real. He is convinced there is a great power hidden in the earth, left here by the gods, waiting to be seized by a superior man. So when he hears about my formula and what it can do...he cannot resist. Schmidt must become that superior man.”

You nearly jump out of your skin when Steve speaks. “Did it make him stronger?” You had been so into the story, you’d forgotten that he was sitting next to you.

“Yes, but there were other...effects.” A lump formed in your throat. Dr. Erskine gave you a sympathetic look when he noticed your face had paled. “The serum was not ready. But more importantly...the man. The serum amplifies everything that is inside, so good becomes great. Bad becomes worse.”

When you hear those words, panic rises to the forefront of your mind. You’re not ready for this type of responsibility. What if something happens and you turn into a monster. What if you’re not as good as they think you are. Bucky does call you a brat an awful lot.

As if reading your thoughts, he continues, “this is why you both were chosen. Because a strong man who has known power all his life may lose respect for that power. But a weak man or women,” he winks at you, “knows the value of strength, and knows compassion. I’ve never met another pair who are more perfect for this responsibility.”

“Thanks, I think.” Steve said for you both again. His brow furrowed as he slips into his own mind.

Dr. Erskine gave you a reassuring smile before pointing to the glasses at the end of Steve’s cot. You hold them out for him to fill and hand one to Steve.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, you two must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are... Not perfect soldiers, but a good person.”

Steve finally looks at you and you know that what Dr. Erskine has said made more of an impact that anything you could have said. You lean over and kiss his baby soft cheek. He raises his glass to you both. “To the little guys.”

With a giddy clink of glasses, you lift the cup to your lips. Before it has a chance to even enter your mouth, Dr. Erskine is frantically pulling them out of yours and Steve’s grips.

“No, no, wait, wait. What I am doing? No, you have procedure tomorrow. No fluids.”

“Alright, we’ll drink it after.” You respond cheekily to him.

He gives you a look like your crazy before pouring the two cups into his. “No, I don’t have procedure tomorrow. Drink it after? Drink it now.” And he shot back the liquid. “Now, I’m sorry, Ms. Rogers, but you must be returning to your own barracks. You will see Mr. Rogers tomorrow morning.”

You nod solemnly and get up to head to the door. Softly, you place your hand on Steve’s shoulder so that he’ll look at you.

“Just so you know, Stevie. I didn’t agree to go because I want to watch out for you. I agreed because you’re my brother and I’m not gonna let you get experimented on without me to be by your side. Besides, I can’t let you have all the fun.”

The corners of Steve’s lips turned up before he nodded his head in concession to you. You squeezed his shoulder before moving to open the door.

“You better try to get some sleep tonight, little brother. It sounds like we’re going to be in for a crazy day and you’ll keep me up all night with your worrying.” You called over your shoulder before disappearing after Dr. Erskine into the dark.

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writingkeepsmewhole · 5 years ago

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Lady Alva

This is part 2 of Rocky Start my Thor fanfiction. This is also day 9 of my 365 day fic challange. I hope yall like this part, it’s kinda slow but I want to build up their relationship a bit.

Fic Summary: Thor tries to earn Alva’s trust.

Thor Odinson x OC Alva

Warnings: None, I think.

Let me know if you wanna be tagged.

Part 1

When I went to work the next day I thought about what Thor said. I knew he always seemed to keep his word, or at least that’s what I've heard. Honestly, the more I thought about it the more I realize I didn’t know anything about Thor.

He was the prince of Asgard, the son of Odin. He was loud and cocky and a flirt. But that was about it.

“Alva are you listening to me?” Eirik says pulling me from my thoughts.

“What?” I ask looking at him.

“I asked if you would care to help me this afternoon in the garden.”

“Oh yeah that’s fine.” I say smiling at him.

“Awesome, ready to serve breakfast?”

“All set.” I say grabbing the tray of fruit, I was preparing.

I follow the line of servants up the steps and out to the dinning hall lucky for me no one makes a comment about my accident yesterday.

When I walk into the room I feel a growing familiar pair of eyes on me. I surprise myself but looking over and meeting Thor’s blue gaze. I quickly drop it again remembering him towering over me.

Clearing my head of those thoughts, I walk up to the table and set the tray down in the first place I see.

I bow to the family and return to the kitchen.

It’s not until that afternoon when I’m outside with Eirik do I see Thor again.

“Why is Thor looking over here?” Eirik asks his touch making me jump. He gives me a weird look but I ignore it looking at the direction he was just looking in. Thor only a few yards away eating grapes off the vine.

“Most likely because of what happened yesterday.” I say looking back down, to continue digging up potatoes.

When my copper hair gets in my face I push it out of the way trying to act like I don’t see or feel Thor’s presence as he walks over to us.

“You girl, come with me.” He says his voice makes me shiver, out of fear and something I couldn’t put my finger on.

I nod and stand up, him walking over to the path that leads back towards the castle. It turning from dirt to stone.

We stay outside but continue on the path that wraps around the castle’s yard. It houses many different gardens and fountains. Places sit and relax even some parts where used for training.

I was almost tempted to ask where we were going when Thor stopped. Us in eyesight of where I just was but well away from anyone that could hear us talking.

“Who is that boy?” He asks looking at Eirik but not making any movement.

“That’s Eirik, he works in the kitchen.”

“Do you like him?”

“What?” I ask blushing.

“Is he kind to you?” Thor says slowly explaining the previous question.

“Yes, he fancies me I think.”

“You do not feel the same?”

“No, my lord.”

“Thor, you may call me Thor.”

“Alright.” I say nodding, wondering why he was being so kind to me.

“Why did you jump?”

“Excuse me?”

“When he touched you? Why did you jump?”

“He surprised me, is all.” I lie knowing exactly why I jumped.

“It’s because of what I did right?” Thor asks crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the wall behind him.

“No, it’s-.”

“Tell me the truth.”

Sighing I just nod my head as my answer.

“I’m sorry. I give you my word that will never happen again. If anyone tries to harm you let me know and I will make sure they are dealt with.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I’m earning your forgiveness. Because I want you to trust me.”

“You don’t have to do that. Honestly I forgave you.”

“You still won’t look at me.” He says making me blush.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be. I’m sure I’m not someone you want to look at after what I did.”

“You remember it?” I ask it a burning question that kept popping into my head.

“Parts of it. I won’t forget what I’ve done, so I give you my word to earn your forgiveness. To earn something as simple as your gaze.” He says making my stomach flip.

“When you look at me in the eyes I’ll know.”

“Know that that I’ve forgiven you?”

“Yes.”

“I understand you were drunk you apologized you don’t have to start treating me different now. You didn’t even know who I was before.”

“I knew who you were. Your the only person who walks around hair like fire and eyes that are almost the same shade as mine.”

“But you asked me if I was new…” I say more to myself then to him.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” I say shaking my head.

“Tell me, I want to know.”

“That night, you asked me if I was new. You acted like you have never seen me before.”

“That’s what do much ale will do to you.” He says softly almost guilty.

“Alva!” Eirik calls making my head snap up.

“Coming!” I yell back.

I jump and let out a gasp when Thor gently touches my face.

“I’m sorry.” He says taking a step away from me.

“You have dirt on your cheek, was just trying to wipe it off.”

Blushing I quickly rub both my cheeks.

“Thank you my lord. I have to return to work now.” I say bowing at him and turning to briskly walk back to Eirik my heart pounding.

“What was that about?” Eirik asks once I’m by his side again.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Thor has never even looked in your direction and suddenly he’s talking to you? Away from everyone else.”

I don’t answer him putting the potatoes I dug up earlier into the basket next to me.

“Come on you have to tell me. Your not in trouble are you?”

“Why would I be in trouble?”

“For what happened yesterday.”

“Oh no.” I say tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Then what is it?”

Sighing I look at him knowing I’m going to have to tell him something.

“Yesterday after work I went to the market to get something for dinner and a drunk man started bothering me. Thor saw it and made him go away. He was just making sure I was alright.”

“Alva why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s not important, nothing happened I’m fine.”

“You still should have told me. I’ll walk you home today.”

“No, it’s alright really. I’m fine.”

“No you need someone to protect you.”

“No, I don’t. Trust me.” I say looking from his brown eyes to where I was just standing at talking to Thor.

He was gone now, but what he said was still playing over in my head. That he would earn my trust. Why was it so important?

“Well at least tell me if something like that happens again?” He says asking almost the exact same thing Thor did. But it didn’t have the same effect. It didn’t make my stomach flip, or my face heat up.

I felt a wave of guilt because of that. I’ve know Eirik since I was young. Both of us have been working in the castle since we were barely over thirteen. So why didn’t I seem to react whenever he worried about me? I thought it was sweet of him, but that was about it.

Thor was different. That too made me feel guilty, but for a different reason. Shouldn’t I be scared of the man who almost raped me? Maybe it was the years of having a crush on him that changed my emotions, or maybe it was because he stopped before anything happened. But I think it was mainly because of the look in his eyes when I called his name. The look of shame and guilt. Thinking back on it I knew he was sorry. Maybe that’s why I’ve already forgiven him.

The next few weeks where much the same. I would go to the castle to work, Thor would always find me and asked me if I was alright, I would go home. Even though he never mentioned it, I always felt like there was a presence following me home. I even thought I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye. It made me smile and feel safe knowing he was making sure nothing happened to me on my way home.

One day when I returned home I found my mother crying on her bed. Turns out my father lost his job and went out drinking. Maybe it was talking to the god of thunder everyday but I left to go find him. A new found confidence filling me.

When I got to the tavern it was already dark music and voices spilled out into the streets. Taking a deep breath I climbed up the starts and walked inside.

The smell of ale and sweat invaded my nose as soon as I walked through the door. I could feel a different set of eyes on me. Everyone including myself knew I was out of place here.

I walked through the crowd of mainly loud men and harlots finding my father at the back in a booth.

“Alva what in Odin’s name are you doing here?” He slurs out when he sees me.

“I came to find you. Mother is crying her eyes out because of you.”

“Oh I didn’t do nothing, I’m just trying to relax.” He says lifting his cup up spilling most of his ale down his shirt.

“Come on father your drunk.”

“Am not, I’ve only had two, or was it three?”

“Clearly it was more than that now come on.” I say walking over to him and trying to help him up.

“Don’t touch me.” He says pushing at me.

“No, get up let's go.”

“I said leave me be.” He says pushing me harder making me stubble back.

I trip over a chair leg and fall to the floor groaning when my head cracks a nearby table.

“Owe.” I say sitting up and touching the forming knot on my head.

When I feel something warm I look at my hand to see red on my fingertips. My father seeing it as well.

“Oh my dear Alva I’m so sorry!” He says standing up and reaching out to me.

“It’s fine.” I say standing up without his help.

“Let’s just go home.”

help me.

I stand up without his help, him swaying back and forth on his heels.

“It’s fine lets just get you home.” I say reaching out to grab his elbow.

He jerks away from me once again spilling his drink.

“No, I'm staying here.” He slurs to me plopping back into his seat.

I watch as he eyes grow wide, him staring past me.

“What are you looking at?” I ask him turning around to see Thor walking tavern with his friends.

‘Great.’ I think to myself not wanting him to see me not wanting him to see my father. Everyone would assume I had a drunk for a dad.

“Father lets go before the prince sees you.” I plea to him.

“Why don’t you want him to see me? Are you ashamed by your father?”

“When you reak of ale and other woman yes.”

“Hey!” He yelled standing up making me jump.

“I have been loyal to your mother.”

“I never said you haven't.”

“You have changed recently daughter and I don’t like it.”

“No, I haven’t you're just drunk now lets go please.”

“I will do nothing but drink and be happy.” He says sitting back down.

I sigh and trying to think to myself on how to get him back home.

“So you are just going to sit here while your wife and children starve at home?”

“You work in the castle, you could easily take whatever our family needs.”

“I could if I wanted to get my hands removed or worse. Now please get up and-.”

“Alva! Enough!” He yells making me jump at how loud he was. Me and a few nearby people as well.

“Alva, are you alright?” Asks the one person I didn’t want to see my father like this.

“Yes, everything is fine.” I say not looking at him, my face red from embarrassment.

“Your the prince.” My father says pointing at Thor.

“Yes and you are drunk.”

“I’ve only had a few.” He says hiccuping.

“I think you've had one to many. Why don’t you go home?”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you should leave. Go get some fresh air.”

“Why you little-.” My father says standing up his fist drawn back.

“Father don’t.” I say stepping between him and the god.

That was a bad idea when his knuckles slammed into my cheek, it knocking my out cold.

When I wake up I’m being carried, a soft gently sway has the person walks with me. Feeling a throbbing on the left side of my face I reach up and touch it.

“Owe.” I say to myself as I opened my eyes.

“Oh Alva your awake.” The person holding me says.

Looking up I see the shadowed face of Thor. My stomach flips from being so close to him. The feeling of shyness and shame washing over me.

“Yes can you please put me down?” I ask not wanting to be carried. It too embarrassing.

“Of course.” He says stopping and placing me on me feet.

His hand didn’t leave my back until he was sure I was steady on my feet. Which I was thankful for. Being turned up right sent a wave of dizziness threw me.

“Everything okay?” Volstagg (one of Thor’s friends and a member of the Warriors Three) asks stopping next to us.

My unconscious father laid over his shoulder.

“Yes, you can go on ahead.” Thor says smiling at him.

Volstagg nods and continues to walk down the road.

“Where are we going?”

“I was going to take you back to the castle, since I don’t know where you live.”

“What about my father what happened to him?” I ask looking at him as he’s carried away.

“The same thing that happened to you.”

“You hit him?” I ask shocked looking up at his face but quickly looking away when his gaze met mine.

It makes me almost duck my head to hide from it. It wasn’t threatening but it was not happy.

“You hurt you. Does he do that often?”

“No! This was the first time.” I say honestly.

“He lost his job, I have a large family it’s hard to make ends meet.”

“So this was about money? Why go drink it away then?”

“You don’t understand you have anything you could ever want. We have just enough to scrape by, sometimes not even that much.”

“Then I’ll help you. Whatever it is you need just ask.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not? I want to help, I want you to know you can trust me.”

“You can’t just by my trust.”

“I’m not trying to buy anything.”

Sighing I look at he ground under me not knowing what to say.

“I’ve offended you?”

“No, your a prince so everything is very black an white to you. I live in a constant state of gray.”

“Then what can I do? I want to be of use.”

“I guess just take me back home with you. I’ll sleep in the servant quarters.” I say not having a problem with that. I would sleep anywhere as long as it kept Thor from seeing my house. He already thought ill of my father he would die in shock at the state of my home.

“And what shall I do with your father?”

“What were you planning on doing with him?”

“Lock him up for the night or until he has a clear head again.”

“Then do that. As long as no harm will com to him I’m fine with that.”

“Very well, it shall be done.” He says nodding his head.

I smile at him the silence falling around us.

“Shall we go then?” He asks after a moment or two.

“Oh, of course.” I say blushing at my aspent mind.

He smiles and starts to walk once again. I follow behind him a million thoughts running through my head.

Thor saved me once again from someone bigger and stronger than me. I blush that the thought of being a damsel in distress all the time. He must think I’m pathetic, a weak girl who can’t do anything but get bullied by men.

But I wasn’t much more than that. I didn’t have skills in really anything other than household duties. I wasn’t a warrior or strong or even independent. I have always had someone telling me where to go and what to do. I never was my own person.

“Something troubles you.” Thor says his deep voice pulling me from my thoughts.

“Just having an enter talk with myself.”

“Oh? About what?” He asks looking down at me.

He’s blue eyes on the side of my face. I keep my eyes straight forward knowing I can’t think if I look at him.

“It just always seems you keep showing up to save me. That, I can’t ever seem to save myself.”

“You find yourself weak?”

“I know I am.”

“I think you are strong.”

“Oh, how so?” I ask not believing him just thinking he is telling me this to make me feel better.

“You went threw something that should have never happened and you still find it in you to smile and laugh. Whenever something bad happens to you you always seem to move past it and turn the other cheek.”

“I have to. I don’t have the privilege to get knocked down by such things.”

“See, you are strong.”

I shake my head my cheeks pink.

“You like giving compliments huh?”

“I give credit to where it’s due.”

“Well thank you I wish I could see what you see.”

“I could teach you combat if that please you.”

“Teach me how to fight? Why?”

“So you can protect yourself.”

“I’m okay. I don’t think I will be good at it.”

“Why not? Because you are a woman?”

“No because I got knocked out by a drunk.”

“You wasn’t expecting it.”

“Will you just let me feel bad for myself, for one night?” I ask not wanting to talk about this anymore.

I didn’t want to be positive or accept whatever he was telling me. I wanted to be miserable. So in the morning I could look back and remind myself at least I didn’t feel that way.

“Very well.”

“Thank you.” I say as we approach the castle’s gates.

“This is where we part ways.” Thor says looking down at me.

I nod my eyes on the ground.

“I guess so.”

“Goodnight Lady Alva.” He says surprising me with the title.

I look up ready to say something to find him already a yard away from me as he walks into the castle leaving me once again puzzled by him.

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sweets-fanfics · 5 years ago

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Retribution 1

Title: A new day

Wordcount: 3448

Warnings: Death, Violence and Micah

Summary: Josephine Espinosa is a young adult that runs a gang of outlaws.(in fact shes the youngest in her gang) She used to be a sharpshooter for the Del Lobo gang in New Austin but now she's out for revenge when the leader of Del Lobo killed her father and husband. Now with her new gang, she makes Del Lobo and other gangs live a living hell in any way she can. The only gang her and her posse have yet to piss off is the Van Der Linde gang. And even though Arthur knows she lost her husband a little over a year ago he can't help but like and enjoy everything about her. Even if she sees them as just friends.

AN: Here is a fic about my RDO Oc Josie. Her and her posse like to get into sheningins despite her dark past, So I hope you enjoy.

Tags: Let me know if you wanna be tagged.

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“Oi, You said the coach would be here.” Irish groaned from his hiding spot. I tried my best to ignore it but Hair had to voice her opinion.

“Oh shut up. It’ll be here. My sources are never wrong.” She mumbles the last bit more to herself but everyone still hears her.

“I’m pretty sure you said that for the last job you were in charge of too…” Jenessa rolls her eyes. I was honestly a bit surprised she voiced her opinion instead of staying quiet with me.

“Ya, Why are you part of this gang if all ya information is shiet? I agree with this random lady. Who are you anyway?”

“Oh dear lord, shut up.” I snap, “Sometimes sources are wrong. Irish you literally just sit at camp and do nothing until I call on you.”

“Well…. Someone has to guard camp…”

“That’s Cripps and Buster’s job.”

“Buster is a feckin’ dog!”

“Shut up it’s coming…” I groan as I spot the coach.

Thankfully, everyone shuts up and crouches lower as it approaches and pulls our bandanas over our faces. I could see it had two riders one their horses on either side. As it neared us I noticed the two riders fall off their horse.

“Uh…” I begin as suddenly a voice is heard near me.

“Alright, gentlemen…” An oh-too familiar man walks up to the coach with guns drawn. He’s back up by two broad looking men and I have to force down my eye roll. “How about you show me and my friends what you fine men are carrying today.” Dutch Van Der Linde smirks.

“Hey!” I stand up despite Jenessa trying to pull me back. “This was our job. I know you assholes probably saw us.”

The coach drivers seem like they’re about to have heart attacks as they see two gangs bicker over who’s going to rob them.

“Miss Espinosa maybe it ain’t the best time…”

“Shut it, Morgan. Alden gave us this information.”

“How funny, Alden gave us this tip too.” Dutch smirks with his pistol still pointed at the driver. “Miss Espinosa, how about you and your…” He glances back at my gang, “Posse join us at our camp tonight. We’ll be celebrating our great haul today.”

I can tell he’s trying to be a gentleman but I don’t fall for that shit. Jennessa walks up and places the goods from the coach in my hands as I smile sweetly towards the men. “Thank you for the invite. We’ll arrive at nightfall for the celebration of our haul.”

Dutch’s smirk dropped and he looked back at Arthur and I believe Charles as they tried not to laugh. “Hey now, you can’t do that.” Dutch stammers as I whistle for Willa.

“I just did Mr. Van Der Linde. We’ll see you at your party tonight, you’re still near Blackwater?”

“Yup, we’re there.” Arthur smiles and waves towards my gang.

“Thank you!” I call one last time before we ride off leaving Dutch very annoyed.

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As we ride into camp Cripps doesn’t look up from his work but we are greeted by an eager Buster.

“Hola perrito, mi amor.” I smother him with kisses as Cripps cringes.

“I don’t know how you pet that thing.” He grumbles.

“We got the stuff,” I say to change his mind.

“Oh great, maybe I can get some real food for us.”

I roll my eyes and walk up to an unexpected guest grabbing a bowl of stew. “What are you doing here Jerry?”

“Josephine! I’ve returned!”

“From where? Hiding from the job we just did?”

He acts shocked as Irish walks by rolling his eyes. “I would never! I had an engagement in Saint Denise.”

“Buying more clothing is not an ‘engagement’ sir. If you aren’t dedicated to this gang I may have to let you go.” Jerry’s shock becomes real as Jen walks up and hands me my cut. “Make sure to put some in the camps fund,” You glance at Jerry, “Don’t give him any. He’s gotta learn.”

Jerry pouts and puts his hands on his hips. “I… I’m technically your senior.”

“Being old is the only thing you have on me Mr. B, we are going to a gang’s camp tonight to rub in their face that I won today. So you can join, or disappear again. Your choice.” I

smile sweetly before walking to my tent.

I lay on my cot and groan as I hear someone walk up. “What!” I say a little louder than I meant.

“I’m leaving,” Jen says, leaning against the post.

I sit up and look at her. “Again? Where?”

She shrugs and stands up straight, “I’m going to go get some stuff for the camp.”

“You are one of the only helpful people in this gang… aside from maybe Hair. So, yeah, go but don’t be too far. I know you’re just doing it to get out of tonight.” Jen gives me no emotion what so ever but nods and leaves towards her horse. “Have a safe trip.”

She raises her hand and waves without turning around towards me.

“Is this a bad time?” Irish asks.

“Yes. It’s quiet time.” I groan and lay back on my cot.

“I just wanted to say ya got a letter.”

I don’t get up and keep my back to him. “Uh… Sorry Irish, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m tired. Can you leave it side table there? I’ll check it after I rest.”

“Sure.”

I hear him place down the letter and walk away. I let out a long sigh. I didn’t really want to read the letter. Just in case it was bad news. I wasn’t ready to lose anyone else. And Manny’s health wasn’t doing well in the last letter my mother had sent.

I hear Buster whine at the side of my cot. I take him as a sign of encouragement and get up and walk to the letter. It’s a bit bigger than the last one. When I pick it up I notice that something thicker than normal paper is in it.

I glance at the letter first;

Dear Daughter,

It was so good to hear from you. Your gang sounds like an… interesting bunch of outlaws. And it sounds like you are doing the lords work, trying to taking out the rest of Del Lobo. Though, I have never condoned revenge.

You’re boys ask about you daily. Little Artie is talking more than Manny. Manny has been getting slightly better now that we can buy proper medicine. I hope once he is well you are able to come home.

I love you Mija but know revenge isn’t always the way to go.

I await your next letter.

-love your mother

I let out a sigh of relief at the mention of Manny’s improvement. I glance under the letter and see a photograph of my two little boys. Now two, they still looked exactly alike (duh, twins) but Artie had on small glasses. I had wondered why they suddenly needed extra money. They both looked so much like their father that I had to put the photo in my bag so I wouldn’t begin to cry.

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At the Van Der Linde camp, the day was not doing very well.

“I can’t believe you let a kid take the money.” Micah groaned again, “And Josephine of all people. I ran with her for a bit ya know.”

“I heard you ‘ran’ with her for a week before she kicked your ass out for being an idiot.” Arthur chuckled.

“Women giving orders isn’t a good thing. They start thinking they have rights and shit.”

“I heard she threatened to shoot you and you ran with your tail between your legs,” Lenny adds.

“I heard that as well, thank you, Lenny.” Arthur smiled.

Before Micah had a chance to respond horses riding into camp put everyone on alarm until they noticed who it was. Josie hopped off her horse and pulled off a crate that was attached to Irish’s horse.

“¡Hola! I bring gifts.” She puts on the table and smiles and a few of her members place down more. “I felt a tiny bit bad about taking today’s prize. Even if it was mine, to begin with.”

“Miss Espinosa, I honestly didn’t think you’d join us,” Dutch says exiting his tent. “What did you bring?”

“I bring a peace offering of Moonshine from out speakeasy, which you will still never be told where it is. But my guy there made extra so I brought it.” Josie smirked. She knew Dutch had been wanting at her business for a while. But he hadn’t been so lucky as to get more than just tastes like this.

“Well then, I guess we are indeed having a party tonight.” Dutch sighs. “Everyone, Josie and her gang are guests tonight! Let’s show them a good time.” He turns to Josie with a grin, “Is moonshine the only thing you all brought tonight?”

“Of course not!” Irish speaks up, “We brought our amazing personalities.” The girl Hair rolls her eyes as Irish takes a long swig of the moonshine. Arthur always kinda loved Irish’s thick accent. He used to be an O’Driscoll before they kicked him out and tried to kill him for being ‘too Irish.’ Josephine had shown up when they were trying to beat him to death and saved him. Josie says he can be annoying at times but when the time comes he always has her back.

Arthur notices another older man placing down more moonshine. His name is Jerry B. Josephine won’t say his last name because she says she’s pretty sure it’s fake and won’t give him the satisfaction of saying it. She’s told Arthur how he tends to be a lot like Trelawny, minus magic tricks, and being helpful.

Hair walks up and hands Arthur a jug of moonshine. “Josie said to help pass these out.” She mumbles before walking away. Hair was Mexican and native. She had dark skin and unruly curly hair which she refused to ever comb. Arthur saw it combed once and was later told it was because Josie had Jen hold her down so she could comb it.

Josie walks up to Arthur and smirks. “Hello, Mr. Morgan.”

“Miss Espinosa, how are you?” He asks as he takes a swig.

“I’m very well, we made over a thousand today.” He smiles and lets her have her moment. He knows how she tends to get a little competitive, though she’ll never admit it. Though both their gangs don’t know the two of them tend to hunt together. Charles accompanies them once in a while, but it’s mostly just the two of them.

“Damn. How much you keepin’?”

“None. I’m sending anything I made to my boys. It’s their birthday coming up.”

“Why don’t you go visit?” Arthur is already feeling the moonshine. He had forgotten how fast Josie’s liquor hits.

“Ah, I want to. But New Mexico is so far. And… I’m afraid Irish will kill Cripps if I leave them alone for too long.” Josie looks at her feet and sighs.

“Well, ask Jen. I’m sure she’d help. She’s pretty loyal to ya.”

“Not sure why to be honest.”

Arthur pats her shoulder, “Now why would you say that?”

She looks up at him and raises an eyebrow, “I’m eighteen. I’m the youngest in my gang and somehow in charge.”

Arthur shrugs what Josie said off and smiles, “You gotta caring heart for an outlaw. It makes people follow ya.” Josie eyes Dutch confused as he’s dancing with an already drunk Molly. Arthur catches on and laughs, “Dutch ain’t too bad.”

She glances at him in disbelief, “When was the last time you all did your ‘steal from the rich to give to the poor’ shit?”

“Alright, you got me there.”

“I’ll think about goin’ to visit though. Thank you, Arthur.” Josie smiles at him before walking to the rest of the party.

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I sit down at the fire near Javier as he sings songs in Spanish. “Aye! Josie, sing with him.” Sean yells from his spot next to Irish.

“You think cause it’s Spanish I know it?” Sean doesn’t reply. Just smirks as he takes a drink. “Okay, so I do, but I’m not going to sing. I can’t.”

“No, she can sing! She sings to her damn dog all the time, she does!” Irish slurs.

“That damn mutt is still alive?” Micah groans.

“Do you just have to ruin every gathering?” I ask with a smirk. “Lighten up, you grumpy ass. It’s a party.”

As the night goes on I find myself with Abigail as she puts Jack to bed. She tells me about the joys (sarcasm) of a three-year-old.

“I hope I’m able to be back to them by that age.”

She glances at me and gives me a sad smile. “Have you taken time to grieve?”

Her question throws me off a bit. It had been almost a year since Pedro and my father were killed. I remember sort of crying after it happened. But at the time my first thought was getting my mother and boys to my mother-in-law in New Mexico. “I probably did.”

I can hear her huff a laugh, “Josephine, I don’t think ‘probably’ means you did.” She places a hand on my shoulder, “It’s okay to cry. Even if you’re a bad and tough outlaw.”

“I’ll let it all go one day, I got too much work today first.”

“Well, even if you are part of another gang. I’ll always help ya out if you wanna talk to someone.”

“Thank you, Miss Roberts. John behaving?”

“God, don’t even start.” She sighs and walks away from me leaving me with a smirk.

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“Irish.” I kicked his side. He had been passed out on the ground for a good ten minutes. “Let’s go home. We overstayed our welcome.”

“Camp is so far though.” He mumbles before passing out again. I had to get back to camp but as I looked around all three of my partners were passed out somewhere.

Mr. Matthews sat at a table reading near a candle. “Mr. Matthews, may I leave my idiots here for the night? I have to get back to my camp.”

“Of course, don’t worry about them. We’ll send them home once they wake up tomorrow.” He lights his pipe and sets his book down. “How has your… mission been? Arthur tells me you took out two entire factions of the Del Lobo last week.”

“They’re like the O’Driscols. They just have more and more men. I have to take out Alfredo if I’m ever to make a dent in them.”

He thinks for a moment before glancing back at me, “Talk to Marshal Tom Davies.”

“Wait, how do you know a marshal?”

“New Austin runs a bit different than up north. He’s gotten me out of a few close calls.”

“New Austin scares me a bit,” I admit out loud making him chuckle.

“I’ll let him know you might need his help. He’s been going after that gang for a long time so he might enjoy some… unorthodox ideas.”

I nod a bit in agreement before smiling, “Thank you, Mr. Matthews.” I dig around in my bag before finding my money. I take out fifty and hand it to him. “For your troubles with my people.”

He gladly accepts it and slips it in his pocket. “You ride safe now.”

“Always.”

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(all conversation is in Spanish I just am not ready for translating)

“¡Mija!” My father says as he shakes my shoulder. Pedro quickly reaches for his pistol before realizing who it is. “We have to go.”

“Why?” I ask rubbing my eyes.

“I shot at them.” He says hurriedly as he throws our clothes into a suitcase.

“What? Papa, what do you mean?” He doesn’t answer but puts my guns across my shoulders and starts putting my gun belt on for me.

“Grab the boys. All of us must leave tonight.”

Pedro and I share glances as we each grab a boy from their bed. “Pedro, hold my guns. I’ll wrap them on my back.”

“Yes, my love.” He says as he shifts Manny to one hand and holds on to my guns. I quickly get both six-month-olds comfortable and wrapped on my back. Pedro holds on to my rifle but I grab his sawed-off just to have some sort of protection.

“Now Papa, please tell me what happened.”

“I shot one of Alfredo’s men.”

“Why?” He and my mother grab a suitcase and he shushes me before opening the door to our hut in Thieves Landing. I slip on my shoes and wish I had put on pants. Del Lobo’s did not like women wearing pants for some reason.

“We must be quiet, I will explain it all later-”

“Ah! Arturo! Why don’t we have a chat.” Alfredo says as he and some men step out from the shadows. All of us are grabbed and dragged into the middle of the community. “Josephine. Do you know why you are here right now?”

“I don’t…” I mumble.

“Well, I found out that you all wanted to leave. So when I told your father no he shot one of my best men.” I shut my eyes in disappointment. My father always had an anger problem. It’s probably where I got it. “Now. I get it. You and Pedro are parents now. But, you especially know way too much. And I can’t lose my best rifleman… er, woman, I guess.” The whole time Alfredo is ranting he’s walking back and forth between us with a gun in his hand. “What do you think I should do, Josephine?”

I open my mouth to answer or beg but before I can say anything he fires his gun and my father’s body goes limp next to me. My mother cries and reaches for his body but Alfredo stops her, “Do not move!” I can feel the boys starting to wake up on my back. I glance at my father’s body and see the bullet hole in his forehead. I’m trying my best not to ob but I can feel the tears.

“Head for a head, yeah?” He jokes to his men who all laugh. “He only killed one man, but maybe I should kill two of you…”

He glanced at my mother who was still sobbing with her face into the ground. “No!” I speak up turning his gaze to me. “Let her go with my sons. You can shoot me.”

“Josephine…” Pedro begins next to me.

“Shut up Pedro. She’s an old lady, Just let her and my boys go. You can shoot me.”

Alfredo did not expect me to offer myself. “Kill my best shooter? I would never forgive myself.”

He turns away to pretend to choose. Pedro and I both eye the sawed-off in the dirt in front of us. We look at each other and he gives me a sad smile and mouths for me to run as he reaches forward and fires at Alfredo.

Alfredo ducks but his arm still gets hit and the chaos begins. I lunge over my father’s body and grab my mother’s arm. “Mama let’s go!” I yell as the gunfire starts. Pedro tosses me the sawed-off and pulls out the pistol he had hidden as we begin shooting our way out.

We somehow make it to the entrance of the camp and I whistle for Willa as Pedro whistles for his horse. As we wait I begin shooting at lanterns and starting as many fires as possible as the rain begins to fall. As soon as she’s close I push my mom on to her and turn to check on Pedro. As I do the world seems to slow down as I see him standing still with Alfredo holding a gun in his face.

I reach for my pistol but I’m not fast enough. Alfredo says something that I can’t hear to Pedro and then fires into his head. I scream and begin firing wildly towards Alfredo. The three men around him drop but I sadly miss him. My whole world seemed to be crashing but at that moment I didn’t care until I heard small cries on my back and I was brought back.

Alfredo is aiming a gun at me but I shoot it out of his hands as my mom yells at me to hurry. With tears blinding me I somehow make it on to Willa and we take off leaving everything we know behind in the flames.

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Moon Monsters - Chapter 7

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: none at this time Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: werewolf!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for GOT7. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: Sorry this took me so long, guys. Just had to find the right words. Please enjoy all the surprises I have stored in this chapter~

Tagging: @och-ako @jiminnies-baby @kfictionstories @justbangtanandjams @lizardsocial @breadcaaat @wordsturnintostories

Summary: You’re the CEO’s new personal assistant. But there’s something strange about him and the company you work for.

SERIES MASTERLIST

“Get off me! I have to make sure she’s okay!”

“Sir----Sir! Please! Calm down. She’s in good hands. The medics are looking at her now. But you need to be looked at too.”

“I’m fine! I just need to see her! She might need me!”

“Sir----We do not want to have to sedate you. But we will if we need to. For your own safety. Now, please, relax and let us take a look at you.”

If he hadn’t been so distraught and worried about you, Jungkook would have laughed in their faces. He may be labeled a young pup, but a wolf his size and with all his muscle, it would take some tranquilizer darts to put him down. No. He needed to get to his mate. She was hurt and that was unacceptable.

“I’ve got this one, sir. Go check on the other surrounding civilians to make sure they don’t have any major injuries.”

“Let me go! I----”

And suddenly, Jungkook was dragged inside the ambulance by a masked medic who was locking the doors. Ripping the mask off, it was none other than Namjoon. Turning to face his youngest pup, his eyes were full of sadness and sympathy.

“Hyung! I need to make sure she’s okay! Please! Let me out of here!”

“Kook, it’s visibly evident you’ve got a concussion and you’re bleeding all over the place. We need to take you back to the den and have Jin take a look at you.”

“Then bring her with you! I’m not leaving her side, hyung! I’m not!”

Jungkook was strong, but Namjoon was both strong and wise. So it only took a matter of seconds for the young male to try and swerve around his hyung for the doors of the ambulance, only for said hyung to find that perfect pressure point in Kook’s neck and just like that, his world went black as he felt limp in Namjoon’s arms.

“Dang he needs to stop working out. Freaking heavy.”

You woke up to the sound of an annoying beeping. It didn’t sound like your alarm and you didn’t recall changing your ringtone on your phone to such an annoying sound. God you ached. Everything hurt. Nothing made sense. What the hell was going on here? Trying to move even the slightest, it only brought on more confusion. That is......till you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey.....beautiful? You awake?”

“J--J--”

“Shh. Let me get you some water first.”

Cracking your eyes open, you realized you were in a dimly lit room. The beeping was more noticeable and upon looking up above you, it was plain to see you were in a bed of some sort and hooked up to a plethora of monitors. And it was that moment that everything came rushing back to you like a tidal wave.

The shopping trip, the car, the blast. It was all there. Your heart monitor picked up a bit as you tried to process everything. Good lord when was life going to slow down for you? When were things going to get back to normal again? And like a light in the darkness, you watched your roommate rush back over to you with a glass of water.

“Easy, princess. Just take deep breaths for me, okay?”

“Jungkook----You’re hurt.”

“Aish, woman. I said shush. Here.”

The next thing you knew, he was setting the glass of water down on the side table so that he could help shift you up into a better sitting position without aggravating any of your injuries. Sure Jungkook was injured too, but his wounds were going to heal a hell of a lot quicker than yours. You, his fragile mate who was still human and didn’t yet possess the healing properties that came with being a wolf.

“Take slow sips, babe. You don’t want to choke.”

Well he was making that difficult. The pet name did things to you. And that bloody heart monitor was giving you away as it bleeped a bit. Of course he noticed and looked at you with worry and concern etched deep in his facial expression. However, if he was going to ask you about it, he must have decided to spare you as he set the glass of water back down now that you were done with it.

“What happened? Why my car? What did I or my car ever do to anyone? And my stuff we bought? Is it----”

“Beautiful, Beautiful. Slow down, okay? I know this is overwhelming but the stress with slow down your healing progress. Don’t worry. I’ll explain everything.”

Well there wasn’t much to explain, really. While he carefully helped you back down into a laying position and making sure you were as comfortable as you could be, Jungkook thought about how to word what he was about to say. Truth was, he had a very serious talk with Namjoon and, honestly, it left Jungkook pretty spooked. The last thing anyone wanted was to make your nerves even more frazzled than they already were.

“You see, babe.......Namjoonie hyung and I think.....well......We’re beginning to wonder if.......If you’re being targeted.”

There really was no pretty way to say it but dang the male wish he hadn’t stuttered and faltered so much. It only revealed how nervous and scared he was and right now you needed him to be strong. He was your strong mate who was supposed to show no fear and protect you from harm. He watched a look of confusion cross over your face as you mumbled,

“I--I’m sorry, what? Targeted? Why? I didn’t do anything to anyone.”

“I know, love.”

Did he have to keep up with the pet names? And what was this weird feeling in your chest every time he used one? Good lord you didn’t have the energy for this. First your apartment goes up in flames where you lose everything to your name. Then your car gets stolen. Now said car gets graffiti spray painted all over it and blown to smithereens. What else could God possibly throw at you right now???

Maybe someone really was targeting you. But why?

“Kookie-----I’m scared. What if----”

Dear lord. That crack in your feeble voice. The welling of tears in your eyes. And those words. I’m scared. It was like pulling the trigger on a weapon. Something snapped inside the male and he suddenly took your hand in his that had the pulse and oxygen level reader on your finger and kissed the back of your scarred skin. In a hushed voice, he whispered soothingly,

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s going to be okay. Nothing is going to happen to you while I’m still living and breathing. All this bad luck shit is gonna end right here right now.”

“Jungkook---language.”

He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling as you laid there with red rimmed, watery eyes and a cute red nose to match; scolding him for his mild French. You looked so small, so tiny, laying in this stupid hospital bed when you should be resting on his couch next to him watching more cheesy Disney movies. Falling asleep in his arms after a long day of shopping.

But that didn’t happen. Because someone was trying to target you. His girl. His mate. It wasn’t you they were after.

It was Jungkook.

And they officially got his attention. Something the male would make sure they regretted.

“Kookie? You okay?”

Just as he was about to assure you he was fine, there was a soft couple knocks at the door and in came Hoseok. You always did like his bright smile. He was like a ray of sunshine when things got stressful at the office. You often wondered how he managed to stay so positive all the time.

“Jungkookie, Namjoon’s got something for you.”

The older male then laid eyes on you and smiled that bright smile that could light up the whole world and added,

“The girls are here. They’d like to see you. Feeling up to it?”

“Absolutely. Send them in, please.”

You looked over to see that serious expression on your roommate’s face once again. It was like he was in some serious and deep thought. But before you could question him, he suddenly lifted your hand again and kissed the back of it. Were you ever going to get used to that? Why was that even a question? God you couldn’t wait till the girls got in here. You needed some help. Girl help.

“I’ll be back, beautiful. Have fun with the girls.”

“O--Okay.”

No more had the door closed behind him, it busted right back open and two blubbering females came stumbling into the room. Widow got to you first as she flung herself onto you despite all the cords. Mama Bird quickly closed the door to give you three some privacy. Pulling up a chair while Widow sat in another, it was the petite one who said in a serious tone,

“Girlfriend----We need to have a talk.”

So they ‘sat you down’ and had a nice long talk with you. Lucky for them, you were all on the same wavelength because their topic of choice just happened to be the same as yours. You never imagined you’d be sitting with your small niche of girl friends discussing boy troubles.

“Girl, I’m telling you, he likes you. Like----Likes you likes you.”

“You should have seen him barreling through the hospital doors. He was almost out of his mind.”

“Yeah. It took almost every one of his coworkers to settle him down. He was really worried about you. It almost got him thrown out of the hospital.”

“Are we talking about the same guy here?”

You asked the question as you tried to soak up all the information they were giving you. Why would Jungkook be ‘out of his mind’ because you got hurt? What was so special about you? None of this was making any sense.

“Jungkook would have been that worried about anyone. He’s just a really nice boy is all.”

At the same exact time, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times, they both shook their heads and said,

“Nah. He’s crushing on you.”

“Guuuyssss! That’s ridiculous! Why me!? There’s nothing special about me!”

“Jimin and Taehyung tell us he’s all the time staring at you while at work. And when that Jackson guy tried to hit on you at the club that night, Taehyung told me Kook was livid.”

You laid there in your bed chewing nervously on your bottom lip; feeling it flaking. What if they were right? What if this wasn’t just your coworker and roommate being a nice guy? What if there was more to the story? It would explain why he’s so affectionate with the skinship and all. And the pet names.

“Well.......He did.......Give me a lot of pet names a little bit ago.”

“See!!”

“Yah. You guys don’t have to be so in sync about it. It’s just----We aren’t even in the same league. I’m ground beef and he’s----he’s.......Prime Rib!”

“Doesn’t matter. He likes you. You like him. It’s----”

“Hey hey. Who said I liked him???”

They both gave you a look that clearly screamed they weren’t buying your bluff and all you could do was pout and huff in annoyance. Honestly, you weren’t sure how you felt. So much had happened in the last few days that you couldn’t think about boys and love right now. Or maybe you were just afraid to think about it.

“So what do you think I should do?”

“Hook up.” “Kiss him.”

It all sounded like a jumble of words as they had answered at the same exact time. So much so, that you couldn’t tell who gave which response. Regardless, both answers had you blushing like a teenager and the heart monitor had slightly picked up in beeping as your heart was doing gymnastics inside your chest.

“You two aren’t any help at all. Why again are we friends?”

“Because you love us.”

Meanwhile, Jungkook was standing huddled with the rest of the guys as the seven of them were in the waiting room. Fortunately it was just them since it was so late in the evening. The atmosphere was tense as the pack leader began to speak.

“We have evidence that leads us to believe it was another werewolf. A tuft of fur was found on the scene next to where her car was parked on the street the day her apartment was set on fire. The day it was stolen. I’ve got people trying to swipe the camera footage from other places of business that would have caught sight of the incident.”

“So then we agree she’s being targeted?”

“It’s not her they’re after.......It’s me.”

“Jungkook. I know you like to feel special and all because she’s your girl, but----”

Before his hyung could finish, the youngest pup interrupted him and explained in a surprisingly calm voice,

“I know who did it. It makes sense now. The werewolf fur, all of this happening right after the night at the club. Guys.......It’s so obvious now.”

He looked especially at Jimin and Taehyung. When the second youngest locked eyes, it was like watching the light bulb come on. With a soft curse, he stood up and muttered,

“Jackson. That son of a b---”

“Wait wait wait. Jackson? As in....Jackson of the Lucky Seven pack?”

“Yeah. That one. The dirt bag. I should have known he would be a sore loser.”

Before Taehyung could blow up any further, it was Namjoon who put the breaks on the situation as he put his hands up a bit and said softly,

“Whoa whoa whoa. Okay let’s back up here. Clearly we are not on the same page. Some of us are missing a chapter here. Kook, Tae, tell us what happened.”

So that’s when the two youngest of the pack started going over the events of the night they went out with you to the bar Jimin had recommended to help celebrate your first week in your new position. They talked about how Jackson had been messing with you for awhile now and that he had made an appearance at the same bar and was trying to make a move on you yet again.

After letting all of the details sink in, the leader of their little family sighed heavily and rubbed his face. This was great. Just great. Not only had the Bangtan Pack and Lucky Seven Pack gotten along for years, but just yesterday their leader and some of his boys were helping rebuild what you had lost. And now he was being told one of the members could have actually caused the damage in the first place?

“It all fits, Namjoon. This is payback for losing her to me. Because we all know how Jackson likes to go around and brag about how he never loses and always gets what he wants.”

It was silent for a moment. Or what felt like several moments. Surprisingly enough, it was Taehyung who was boiling while Jungkook remained cool as a cucumber. The second youngest just couldn’t help it. You were so special to him. You were like a sister-in-law already and you made his own mate extremely happy. And anything that made Black Widow happy left Taehyung a very happy puppy. And now someone was threatening that happiness. This wasn’t cool, bro. Not cool at all.

“Yoongi, start collecting the security footage of the office building. I want every second she and Jackson were together on film. If he really is harassing her, he’s going to have consequences for his actions in my company. Whether he’s targeting her and Jungkook or not, I will not allow harassment in my company.”

The leader then looked up at his pack and started giving more orders.

“Jin, see if you can get Jaebum on the line. We need to talk. Hoseok, see if you can get Mark to talk. I know he’s closer to Jackson than the rest of them. He could be an accomplice because I highly doubt Jackson could have possibly done this by himself. And you three.....”

He was eyeing the three youngest pups of his family and added with a little more warmth and gentleness,

“Go take care of your girls.”

“Oh we’re just fine. But we got plans for Kook here.”

All seven pairs of eyes looked up and Jungkook ended up turning around only to be face-to-face with two very mischievous looking young girls. Yikes. They were playing the part of she-wolves way too well and way too soon. Not a lot of things scared Jungkook. But when females got their heads together, now that was scary.

Not long after the girls left, you saw Jin coming in and tried to give a bow of your head to him. He was the vice president of the company you work for after all. He simply chuckled and waved his hand as if swatting at a fly and said casually,

“No need for the formalities, child. I’m here as a friend, not your second in command of a boss. How are you feeling?”

“Really sore. Where’s Jungkook? Is he okay? He looked......really stressed earlier when he left.”

“Kookie’s fine. Aside from the concussion, of course. Namjoon sent him home to freshen up but the little snot nosed brat promised that nothing was going to keep him away from here for long. I imagine he’ll be back soon.”

You tried not to blush at the information. Perhaps the girls weren’t exaggerating? Had your coworker and roommate really been that scared for you? How long had he been sitting next to your bedside? Clearing your now once again dry throat, you looked back up to see the male smiling in amusement and you pouted.

“Not you too???”

“Hey. I may be a man but I notice these things too. I’m not totally and completely clueless. Only when I don’t want to take orders from Namjoon. Then I act like the dumbest male on Earth. It gets me out of everything.”

The both of you laugh and even though it hurt in some places, you welcomed the entertainment. It felt like years since you had laughed but really it was just the weight of everything that made it seem that way. All of this bad luck could really get to a person.

“Thanks, Jin. I’ll be waiting for him.”

Indeed you waited. It felt like several hours but really it was only about three or four. Looking at the clock on your phone, you saw it was almost 9:00pm. The irrational part of your brain kept bringing up all the bad possibilities. What if he had decided to go home and just rest for the night? What if something happened to him next? What if he was trying to make his way here and got in a wreck because of his concussion? What if----

“Hey sorry I’m late, beautiful. It’s gonna sound really cliche but traffic was horrible. What are so many people doing out on a Sunday night is beyond me.”

He was only slightly out of breath as he carried his duffel bag over to the couch that was in your room. The hospital had moved you out of critical condition and now you were in a cozy little room that looked much more inviting despite it still being a hospital room.

“What’s with the bag?”

“Oh this? I’m staying the night. The doctor said you’ll be free to go home tomorrow once he makes sure you’ll be okay. He said you could go back to work Tuesday if you’re feeling up to it, but for now he’s keeping you here for observation. Typical doctor stuff.”

“Kookie. You don’t have to stay with me. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

“But I brought your favorite.”

Your eyes widened as he pulled something other than clothing out from his bag. It was a takeout box. You recognized the logo too. It was from your favorite restaurant. Turning extremely flustered, you asked with a stutter,

“H--How did you know it’s my favorite?”

“Widow told me.”

And suddenly it clicked for you. Narrowing your eyes in suspicion at him, you asked with folded arms; being careful of all the cords attached to you,

“Oh yeah? What else did she tell you?”

But the young male just chuckled and started taking out more boxes. Looks like he had grabbed a little of everything they had on the menu. You didn’t know how to feel at the moment. Things were starting to feel......intimate again. It was that same strange, almost intoxicating feeling again. You itched to hold his hand some more and you wanted him over next to your bed so badly you couldn’t stand it. So confusing.

Truth be told, Jungkook felt like he was dying right now. With it being so close to Monday, his heat was starting to kick in and you smelled like absolute Heaven right now. Your ovulation in full swing as you would approach your period not this week but next week. But he was going to go through with this. And then in the morning he’d be gone and leave you in the care of his pack. Well some.

A FEW HOURS AGO.....

“Namjoon......I need to go to the island for this one. It’s not safe for her to be so close to me. The cabin and chains aren’t going to cut it this time. I need to be across water and even that I fear may not be enough. Can Tae come along? Just to help keep me grounded from losing my mind.”

The two of them were in the boy’s apartment as he packed a few sets of clothing into a duffel bag while keeping another one for things like toiletries and other necessities. This week was going to be hell. He could already tell. Being just this far away from you was killing the poor boy. It was only a small taste of what was in store for him.

“Actually I think that’s a good idea. While I know we’re eventually going to have to talk to her, especially if Jackson is behind this, now definitely isn’t the best time. We don’t need her finding out what we are because of heat. How you holding up, by the way? You look a bit warm.”

“Honestly? I feel like I’m dying. It’s not even the whole being horny thing. It’s......My heart hurts, hyung. I need to be by her side. She’s hurt and in pain and I want to lick all her wounds clean and groom her and-----”

“Aigoo aigoo. Still a young pup trying to control his canine urges.”

Jungkook pouted like a child as his pack leader sat there in the desk chair and laughed at him. Of course it wasn’t in any mean way but still. He couldn’t help it. His inner wolf liked to try and take over when it came time for heat week as the young male liked to call it. However, the older between the two nodded once more and said casually,

“I’ll have the private jet ready for you in the morning and I’ll have Taehyung pick you up from the hospital where I will personally escort her home to your apartment. Sound good?”

“It sounds great, hyung. You’re the best pack leader I could ever hope for. Thank you so much for this.”

“Don’t mention it. But, Kook......do you think it wise to be spending the night there? You’re already starting to struggle with the tug.”

“I think I can deal with it till morning. It hurts and it’s painful but it’s not unbearable. In fact, I feel like being next to her might at least help with some of the pain.”

He added with a sigh and a nervous rub to the back of his head; looking completely stressed out as he stared at his two luggage bags,

“Besides.....The girls told me they’re getting tired of waiting on me.”

BACK TO THE PRESENT......

“You sneaked in dinner from my favorite restaurant?”

“Yep. Hope you don’t mind.”

You stared at him in complete disbelief. Not in a bad way. You weren’t ungrateful, no. Just......surprised? The hospital had already fed you dinner while your roommate was out but, one, you weren’t about to tell him that. And two, it sucked and this right here was going to be ten times better.

So after getting two pairs of disposable chopsticks out of the takeout bag, Jungkook carefully arranged all the food boxes on your nightstand and the two of you started to eat. You noticed he looked a little ragged. Wasn’t the whole point of going out was to freshen up?

“You okay, Jungkookie? Is it your injuries? Are they bothering you?”

Not wanting you to stress any more than you already were, he quickly shook his head while in mid-chewing and swallowed just as fast. Flashing you a wide smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he replied casually,

“Oh no. No those are fine. Honestly they don’t even hurt anymore. No I just.......I wanted to be able to finish our day together somewhat like we planned, you know? We were supposed to go out and have di-dinner.”

Curse him for stuttering. Good lord how old was he? 16? He needed to man up and take control. But in his small defense, the smell of you was killing him and making it extremely hard to think straight. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. But he couldn’t leave you. Not yet. He wasn’t finished.

“So um......Princess......There’s something I want to talk about before I leave for vacation in the morning.”

“If you’re about to tell me to make sure I turn all the burners off and the oven off when I’m done in the kitchen, I think I can handle it, Kook.”

Honestly, you had completely forgotten about his vacation being this week. Your chest grew tight and you felt like your throat was closing up despite the joke you tried to pull. Jungkook had gotten you through the last few days and to think you’d suddenly be without him scared you a little. He was like your life jacket and now it was floating up river and out of your hands. You were going to drown without him. It was then that his soft chuckles calmed your frazzled nerves.

“Ani ani. I um.....It’s about......”

He took a deep breath and set his now empty box of takeout on the night stand and placed his hands in his lap. Staring up at you, he briefly bit his bottom lip before saying,

“I like you. A lot.”

Oh boy. This was it. Here we go. You knew something had to be up when he said Widow had told him about your favorite restaurant. Seeing him all cute and sweating over it, though, made you want to tease him a bit. Smiling what appeared to be an innocent smile, you said casually,

“Awes. I like you too, Kookie.”

“No that’s-----No that’s not what I-----Aish, woman. Don’t make me spell it out for you.”

Giggling behind your free hand that wasn’t holding the chopsticks, you watched him with crinkled eyes as he pouted with his shoulders slouched and sliding down a bit in his chair. He looked so cute all flustered like that.

“What if I want you to spell it out for me?”

“You’re evil. How long have you known?”

“For as long as the girls have kept bugging me about it. I kept trying to deflect them but today they were pretty persistent about it. They um......They said you were out of your mind with worry over me.”

“I was.”

You stared at him; now having set your chopsticks down in your takeout box which sat in your lap now that you were fulling sitting up in bed. His eyes were warm and soft like two chocolate orbs as they stared back at you. Trying not to gulp too loud, you watched him take your hand.

“I care about you so much, beautiful. The day we bumped into each other was cliche but I guess you could label me a hopeless romantic. I started hanging out with you and I just......I fell, baby. I fell so hard. You have no idea.”

You were an absolute blushing mess. You were a hot mess to be exact. It was true. Everything the girls had told you was true. Jungkook really did feel strong things for you. It just didn’t seem possible. But here he was, a fine specimen of a man was telling you he pretty much loves you. Or is at least in love with you.

“So......What do you say? Wanna be my girl?”

“On one condition.....”

You watched his face pale despite his rosy cheeks and light sheet of sweat making his skin shine in the dim lighting of the room. Grinning, you said,

“I get the last box of takeout.”

MEANWHILE......

“This is a very serious accusation you’re making.”

Jaebum, the COO of the company you work for and who had worked his tail off helping rebuild yesterday, was wearing a deep frown on his face as he stared at the three men in front of him. Namjoon was the first to respond while Jin and Yoongi were looking through the security footage.

“Jae, trust me. I don’t like this either. I don’t want to believe it. We shouldn’t have to be sitting here at nine forty-five at night on a Sunday looking through our own security footage but if our theory is right, one of our own could be in danger. More than one someone.”

The COO’s adams apple bobbed roughly as he swallowed hard. His dark, sharp eyes flickered over to the laptop screen and his jaw made a soft tick when he saw one of his pack brothers on the screen. Over and over again. Sometimes leaning against you; almost cornering you. Since there was sound, they could hear everything. Some of the things Jackson was saying to you made Jaebum ill. And almost every time, Jungkook was there to eventually save you. Making up some kind of excuse to get you out of Jackson’s clutches.

“The evidence doesn’t lie, Jae. Even if there’s a chance Jackson didn’t cause the fire or the car bombing, he’s been harassing her and it’s only going to be a matter of time before Jungkook runs out of patience. And he has every right. She is his mate and he will not hesitate to take out a threat.”

“I know. I just tried to call and he’s not answering.”

It was then that Yoongi spoke in his usual soft but smooth voice.

“Then he knows we’re on to him. We need to move. Now.”

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Fictober Day 19

Yes I know! I’m late again. Family came in and gave me no time to write. So We’ve got a treat today! Two fics for the price of Three prompts!

Prompt number: 19

Fandom (AU if applicable): Uta No Prince Sama

Rating: G

Warnings/Tags: Mild cussing, A lot of fluff, Camus, Oc/ Reader

I had to help. I couldn't stand to see her like this. A normally clean room was now trashed. Fabric covered every surface and needles were in the wall. Sky was kneeling focused before kicking the stand away growling.

"Fuck this!!!" I sighed then before stepping in and getting her shoulders. God she was tense. Barely even eight am and she's already a mess.

"Come on."

"No. This is due tomorrow!"

"Tell them there's no way."

"Camus I can't!!! I've already had an extension!!"

"And you'll get another."

"Says who?"

"The one who will be wearing it." She rolled her eyes then and got free from my hands. She rose quickly taking off her needle holder and the measuring tape.

"Cam… this and three other pieces are due in the next week. I don't have time to take a break! I need to focus!"

"And yet you've pricked yourself how many times? And isn't your machine jammed?"

"Hence why I'm sewing it by hand." I pulled out my phone then.

"Then I'll make this easier on you."

"Who the hell are you calling?" I smiled then as I hit the number. She came over but I held out a hand.

"Camus. What's going on?"

"Your fashion designer. Her machine jammed and won't be fixed for another two days. She's been hand sewing for twelve hours."

"What!? SKY ARE YOU THERE!? ITS DAVID!" I put it on speaker then.

"He's holding me back so yes!"

"Why didn't you call sooner!?"

"Because I had it! He's been overprotective!"

"For a reason. No. Nat can do the cape. You've got to machine dew that material. It'll slide too much in a hand!"

"Yeah I noticed…. Fine. But the others…"

"Got pushed back. Take a damn break. I see you in the office tomorrow I will send you straight home."

"David!"

"You heard me. Now I've got to go." He hung up and I saw the shock in her eyes.

"You did not just do that."

"I believe I just did. Now do me a favor. Get dressed. I need help out in town today."

"Yeah ok…. Fine." She huffed a bit then brushing back her hair.

"You didn't have to do that."

"It's eight am, you're bleeding and screaming curses. Yes I did." I kissed her head then.

"My shower. Then we leave and get breakfast. I know a spot."

"Oh? And what about this favor?"

"After breakfast." She just laughed then and got some clothes before following me back to my room. I'd make sure her room got cleaned before she came back. I didn't want her to think about work at all today.

God what game did he think he was playing? That was a mean trick. Needed… but still mean. At least I got to see him. That's the important part. Going on two weeks without us spending any time together. I had honestly missed him. I walked out of his bathroom to find him on the phone.

"He does? Oh dear…. Yes I had planned on it anyway. Yes that's perfect. I'll be there around noon? Excellent. See you then." He hung up then and smiled.

"What's that smile about?"

"Hm? Just checking in on something. You'll find out soon. You ready?" I nodded sitting down in his favorite chair to pull my boots on.

"Yeah. Whats on the agenda?"

"Brunch. Then I've got a fitting for a new suit. It's casual wear so don't." I went to pout at him but he had that look. I huffed a bit then and nodded.

"Fair. Then?"

"Walk in the park. Why not? It's a gorgeous day. Plus I need to get my boy out." I stopped then.

"Your boy…?"

"Yes?" I glanced to his desk then. I had a feeling who he was talking about. In the photo he always kept there of his queen, there was a gorgeous puppy on her knee. He had once told me his name was Alexander.

"Alex?"

"Alexander yes. Why?"

"... you're going to let me meet your puppy?" I looked up at him then. Camus was confused.

"Why not? I meant to have done it sooner but he fell ill. He's much better now…. You do like dogs right?"

"Like dogs?" I got up then and just beamed.

"I LOVE PUPPIES!" Camus laughed then and got my hand.

"Come then. Maybe meeting mine will help you relax." I nodded then wrapping my arm around his. He let me willingly as we headed out.

Brunch was honestly a lot of fun. I had never been to this cafe but the staff was kind and easily helped us find something to fit our cravings. He even got me a mimosa which was amazing. I could feel the knot in my chest relaxing the longer we sat there laughing and talking. He was perfectly relaxed and even gave a few young girls smiles as they glances over. He never did hide his appearance when out in town so everyone knew he was a member of Quartet Night. We kept it calm but he didn't hide us holding hands or him opening doors for me or pulling out my chair.

The fitting afterwards was at a small store. One you'd have to have a reservation to get into. They welcomed camus like an old friend and ushered us in. He was completely relaxed just talking with them all. I was gazing around seeing how many beautiful outfits were around. One caught my eye. Black skinny jeans, with a tight shirt with ripped shoulders with an ice blue heart in the middle. A leather jacket covered it all with a matching purse.

"You see something you like?" I jumped and looked up. Camus was giving me a questioning look but soon saw it.

"Oh… it's your style."

"Yes it kind of is." I smiled then.

"But we're here for you. Not me."

"On the contrary." I don't even get to give him an odd look before a lady is ushering me into a separate room. I can hear Camus chuckling before the door closed.

I wanted to surprise her. I could tell by looking at all of her closet, she had never had a tailored outfit to her body type. Well I wanted to fix that. She had done so much for me when it came to making me stage outfits and such. I let them do what they needed with me. I didn't fuss or argue, only offered suggestions on where a bit more space would be nice. They listened and soon had my order in. I went and sat by the window humming just watching and waiting.

Thirty minutes later, she came out. Hair tousled gently with light lip gloss as well, she was wearing the outfit we saw. Her boots matched perfectly and had even been shined. She leaned on the doorframe watching me smirking.

"So did you do this on purpose or spur of the moment?"

"On purpose. How does it feel?" She walked forward then and took a deep breath.

"It's weird… it fits. Like it's not too tight but it fits." She went in front of a mirror and checked out the side profile. Every curve she hid was there and I had to avert my eyes. I couldn't let her see me blush like that.

"I might need some more jeans like this… she gave me real pockets! Like my phone fits in these cam!" She turned then and showed me. I laughed a bit as she kept sliding it in and out.

"Damn… ya know I might need to do this to all my jeans."

"Wouldn't be a bad idea. You carry a lot of things after all." She shrugged then as I shook my head. She was a wonder, that was for sure. The owner came out then with a smile and my new coat. Only a minor altercation was needed.

"Try this on sir…. Oh my… is this your beauty?"

"Yes. Care to add hers on mine?" Sky stopped then.

"What?" I smiled then as he walked away to do so as I slid on my new coat. I went up to her and gave her a gentle kiss.

"You look this good and you think I'd let you leave here without it?" She made a small sound then before kissing me back. I just smiled and let her. They had my information on file after all.

He was such a wonder. A tailored outfit. Just for me. I couldn't believe it. Yet here I was, wearing such a thing. She had even offered to change the heart color but I wouldn't let her. The blue matched camus's colors perfectly. Even now sitting down, it wasn't too tight or anything. Wrinkles didn't stay and the pants didn't ride up. I didn't even need a belt anymore. It was on more for style than purpose. Soon tho, we were at his apartment. I had been here before to drop something off but I never went in. I had just met him at the door before leaving. This time I got to come in.

"Don't worry about shoes, we'll be leaving soon." I nodded as I came in. It was all simple decoration but what I did see spoke of softness. A lot of icy blues and silvers on a dark grey couch. Colors of home I guess. Then I heard the claws on the floor.

"Alexander stop!" A white blur came out of a back room and tackled camus making him laugh. A young man stumbled out of the hall panting.

"Sorry sir!"

"Nonsense. He knew I was home. Didn't you boy?" This dog was big. On his back legs, he reached all the way to camus's chest! He was smiling like a goofball tho before sitting down. Camus knelt and rubbed his chin.

"You have been a good boy Alexander? Hm?" He whined then and almost seemed to nod. Camus nodded then and looked back.

"Come say hi." I stepped forward then and knelt next to camus offering my hand.

"Hi alexander…" He gave me a curious look before coming up and kissing my cheek. I yelped then before giggling and petting him.

"Oh god you're soft…. Such a soft baby…" Alex whined then and sat down nudging me for scratches on his head. I scratched him gently smiling.

"Such a baby…. Oh cam…" I moved closer then as he laid over so I can rub his belly. I laughed and did so happily.

"Dear lord, he likes you."

"Yeah. That's a big deal?" The young man standing in the hall chuckled then.

"Took me three weeks before he would let me rub his belly. He lets some of the band members pet him but nothing like this." I looked down at the dog and he just gave me a look of pure love. I sighed then.

"Maybe he just knows who to trust… dogs judge people on who treats their owner well as well." Camus chuckled then and kisses my head.

"Sounds like he knows how much I love you then. So… shall we go for a walk? That way you can see how he really is." Alex perked up then and soon ran to the door and nosed his leash. I laughed then getting up and got it free for him and locked it on his collar. He was wagging like mad with such a big smile. Camus was a bit behind us but soon we were on our way to the park.

Alex was a dream. He was so well behaved. Even when a squirrel ran across the path, he just sniffed at it and kept walking. Sunset was slowing coming but we hardly noticed. We were just enjoying hanging out. Alex joined in sometimes with a bark or a small woof making us laugh before I leaned down to pet him. I could hardly remember why my shoulders and my chest had been hurting before today. The pricks on my fingers didn't even hurt anymore.

We stopped for ice cream right as the sun hit the horizon and got a few more laughs in as he tried to give me a spoonful or two. Alex had a pup cup and soon was dozing at our feet once his was gone. Sitting on a bench just watching the leaves dance in the wind, I couldn't help but hold Camus's hand and relax.

"Alright… I'll admit it…. You were right."

"Huh?" I smiled then.

"I did need this day off." He chuckled then.

"I know. Plus… I know dogs help at any point. I wish he could stay with us at the dorm.. but Shining said no." I pouted a bit then.

"Damn…. That would be awesome. I love dogs… and he's so well behaved!"

"I made sure he would be…. I love him so much… he's so smart as well."

"I've noticed. He listens very well." Alex looked up a bit then and I smiled at him.

"Yes you, you big pretty baby." He whined then moving closer before laying his head on my foot. I leaned down to pet him happily. Camus chuckled and did the same.

"We wore him out… better head home." I pouted then and Camus shook his head.

"I never said we were going back to shining. We have a weekend off for a reason." I perked up then and smiled.

"Does he cuddle?"

"As much as I do." I beamed then getting up. Alex followed and we headed home. I couldn't wait to be in the middle of that.

We had barely been home an hour. Sitting on the couch in pajamas, Her on my side and Alexander curled up by her feet. Her arm wrapped around mine with her eyes closed. An old show played on the tv giving a small amount of background noise as I got my phone out and got a quick photo. It was so rare to see her looking this peaceful. Alex looked up after the photo and I smiled.

"I'm glad you like her too boy." He whined then and nuzzled in. I just chuckled before sending it to the boys. I'd see their reactions in the morning. For now, I was just glad to stay here with my own little family.

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