#i'm lying i see her every day I just haven't drawn her as much

[necromancelena]

Cora. Been a while since we've seen her.

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 8 - Memories Are Made of This

As the screen goes all wiggly after How Could I Forget? we cut to a high school flashback. Will our star-crossed lovers beat the odds?

Suptober prompt: Satanic Panic Flufftober prompt: Rainy Day

(Read on AO3)

“Dean. Hey. Dude, are you drooling?”

Charlie's voice cuts through his gauzy daydream like a hot scalpel. He shakes himself alert, blinking rapidly as his eyes and his mind struggle to refocus on his dreary surroundings. Third period biochem. Rainy day. Middle of nowhere, Kansas. Ugh.

His bestie continues to lay into him in a hissed whisper. “You need to wake up! You haven't been paying attention to anything Mr. Singer has written on the board, and he already told us it's all gonna be on the test next week!! Where's your head today?” She narrows her eyes and gives him the look that always makes him feel like she's corkscrewing right into his brain. “You're not still thinking about that Novak kid, are you?”

He tries. He really does. He doesn't flinch, doesn't fidget, doesn't drop his eyes. “Nah,” he drawls, putting what he hopes is the exact right amount of casual disinterest into that single lying syllable.

She doesn't buy his act for a second. “Bull. Shit,” she replies, smacking him on the shoulder. “You are. Dean! I told you, that one is not for you! Between your Led Zep shirts and our weekend D&D games, his parents would call an exorcist if they found out he was even talking to you!”

“Oh come on, Red,” he protests weakly. “The Satanic Panic died out in the 80's.”

Charlie gives him a dark look. “Not in the Novak household, it didn't. I'm serious, Dean. Those blue eyes may be super dreamy, but he is more trouble than he's worth. Trust and believe. Now settle down, focus, and catch up!” She points furiously up at the whiteboard, which Mr. Singer is continuing to fill with blocky, crabbed lettering, and then down at his blank notebook.

Dean sighs and picks up his pen.

~~~~~~~~

Everybody at the school knows about the Novaks, Lawrence High's very own pack of homegrown Cullens. They're an unwieldy gaggle of siblings, almost too many to count. Well-dressed, God-fearing, condescending little pricks, the lot of 'em. They keep themselves to themselves, and everyone else appreciates the favor. Nobody in their right mind would ever try to date one of them.

Except.

Except...

Except Castiel Novak, the baby of the family, with his eyes as blue as the sky and his messy black hair and his voice like a rake being dragged across concrete? He smiles at Dean, laughs at his jokes. They sit side-by-side in fifth period study hall now, and Dean's grades have dropped almost half a point since the new seating charts were drawn up, because he doesn't get a damn bit of studying done in that hour.

He's completely fucking smitten, is the thing. It's disgusting. But Charlie's right: he doesn't have a chance with someone like Castiel. The Novaks are bible study, violin lessons, honor roll. Dean's cheeseburgers, greasy carburetors, ripped jeans. So what if they have a blast hanging out every afternoon when they're supposed to be doing their homework? So what if Dean shakes sometimes with how much he wants to take Cas's hand, kiss his lips, touch his skin? It'll never happen, and that's a fact.

And then one Friday in March, just as they're all gathering up their books and backpacks to head to sixth period, Cas hands him a folded-up piece of notebook paper and runs out of the room. When Dean opens it up, he sees the question that will determine the course of the rest of his life:

DO YOU WANT TO GO TO SPRING FORMAL WITH ME

YES          NO

This fic concludes here...

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ TWO ROADS ❜

with Canche and Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 2k.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

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“Please, don't do that. Let me go”. With both hands raised to the man, you tried to push him away.

“No”. He just said with a naughty smile drawn on his lips, before grabbing your wrists to lift you up over his shoulder like a heavy bag, walking to the main room of the house.

“Let me go!” You shouted stirring over him, until you felt your body falling down over the mattress.

Sitting up on your forearms, you blow into a rebellious tuft of hair in the middle of your face, frowning. You couldn't barely breathe because of the efforts, watching the man crawling above the bed.

“I swear I'm gonna kill you”.

“Will you?” He asked, twisting his neck slightly, pouncing on you to tickle you on both sides.

“Canche, stop!” You screamed between laughs, trying to catch his hands while he made himself some space between your legs.

“C'mon, five minutes more, princesa de los Mayas”. The mexican surrounded you with his strong arms, resting his face on your stomach.

“My father is gonna kill us, if he finds out”.

“Just five minutes more”. He begged almost in a whisper, closing his eyes.

“I hate you”. You growled rolling your eyes, pretending that you didn't want to spend some time more together.

“I'm glad to know that it's something reciprocated”. The Mayan muttered, moving some inches until reaching your lips.

Tangling your legs with his and placing your hands on his head, you deepened the kiss, keeping the slow pace but welcoming his tongue inside your mouth. Every time you were this close, he had the same effect on you like the first time, bristling your skin and needing for more. You could assure that he was so in love with you, as you were with him. And you would like to shout it to the rooftops. But that wasn't an option. Not for the moment, at least.

“I know that… you can't call me”. You said caressing his neck with one of your hands, using your nails to made him some sweet tickles. “But… two weeks is too much. Maybe… I don't know… a text, to know that you're okay”.

“I will try, mi amor. I swear it”. He replied with a low tone of voice, accommodating his head on the pillow. “And when I come back, we will disappear for some days. We can go to the beach, if you want”.

“Sounds good, yeah”. You nodded assorted on the way of his lips moving, totally spellbound hearing his voice.

The man took back his hands to undone the clasp of the fine gold chain, with a small medal of the Virgen de Guadalupe. Silent, and very focused on his new task, he placed it around your neck. You knew how much he loved that necklace, being a gift from his mother who passed away some years ago. Giving it to you meant more than anyone could imagine, and you would swear you were about to cry if he hasn't kissed you again.

You have never been a believer, but you started to pray every night for him, to keep him safe and alive. It has been two long weeks, with a trip that started in Southern Cali to Stockton and Oakland, continuing to Portland. And after that, back to Santo Padre. One of the trips more dangerous of Mayans history, with a shipment of AK-47, even if they were accompanied by some SOA charters. But the day of their return has come and, with it, all your men. At least, you know it when you see through the front window of your car all the bikes parked there. The first you find is your father's. Next to it, Canche's.

Almost jumping out from your seat, you run like never before to the inside of the clubhouse. But the situation that welcomes you is chaotic. You open the door on time to watch Bishop tackling your boyfriend. A storm of hits and kicks is around everywhere, while the other Mayans stare at you almost frowning. You don't need to be a genius to know what is happening. Grabbing Ibarra's gun, being aware that no one is going to stop the fight, you point at the roof to fire it. The bullet impacting on it, calls everyone's attention. The two men on the floor are breathing violently, blood on their faces and angry gestures. Then, you point at them.

“The next one throwing a punch, juro por la Virgen that I'm gonna shot his brain off”.

The men separate from each other, standing up over their feet and shaking their clothes.

“How much time have you been together?” Your father asks, cleaning a brief red thread flowing from his bottom lip. His eyes are filled with rage.

“Why does it matter, dad?”

“Because I asked you for one last thing, and you shitted on it”.

“Do you think I made it on purpose? That I chose it?”

“You betrayed me. And you lied to me”.

“For God's sake… Ain't gonna talk about it in front of all these men”.

“We don't have anything else to talk about. You already took a decision”.

You just nod, one time. Stretching your arm to Ibarra, you give him back his gun.

“Doing the same shit that your mother did”.

His whisper doesn't go unnoticed to your ears, taking a step ahead when he's about to unlock himself inside the Templo.

“You pushed mom away, just like you are doing with me. If you are alone, if you are losing the only people who really love you, it's because of you, padre. Because of your jealousy, because of your inflexibility, because of your egocentrism complex”.

Bishop doesn't turn, but suddenly stops his heavy feet.

“(Y/N), don't talk to your father like that”. Canche says, frowning at you.

“Truth fucks you up, right?” You say raising your chin. “Love doesn't mean to hurt, dad. And sometimes I feel that you stab my chest. That you suffocate me. I feel alone the whole time, and you don't really know what it feels like, because I'm always by your side. But you weren't for me when I needed you the most. So don't blame me for choosing a man who cares about me, without asking anything back, over you”.

It has been the worst weeks of your life. You were sure that you were suddenly and inevitably falling into a dark depression, when you realized that you haven't gone out of Canche's house since you came. Mostly, you are tucked in his bed, grabbing the pillow as strongly as you can, wetting it with your tormented tears. A prospect was accompanying you all the time that your boyfriend was away from your side.

“How is the kid?”

Taza gets up from his chair, before Canche can leave the Templo. He turns around crossing his arms over his chest.

“Who asks?”

No one replies.

“She isn't happy, if you wanna know it”. His eyes are on Bishop's. “She cries most of the day. Hardly eats anything. And I can't remember how her laugh sounds”.

Your boyfriend is about to continue his steps, but he stops again.

“And I had to take her to the hospital some days ago, because she has a panic attack”.

“Maybe if you di—”.

“Don't you dare to add me in your equation, Bishop. This is your fault, not mine. I care about her. I love her. And I want to spend my life with her. I'm not trying to steal your daughter from you. I'm not asking her to leave you. I was even about to delegate my position as Presidente, and ask for a change of charter to be close to her. To come to Santo Padre, so she wouldn't have to leave her family”. His voice sounds firmly, blunt. “You are losing your daughter because of you, not because of me”.

Canche doesn't want to waste more time, having a road of one hour and a half to his house. The only thing he wants right now is come back, be with you, and try to comfort your pain somehow. So he doesn't notice that the crew follows him to the outside, in the meantime that he reaches his motorcycle.

His way back home feels like an eternity, parking in front of the porch, and almost jumping out from the top of it. The prospect is waiting close to the door, shrugging his shoulders to let him know that nothing has changed. You heard the door getting opened, turning your head over the pillow, watching him coming into the room. You would like to smile, as every time you see him, but it's like if your brain doesn't send the order to your lips. Lying down and embracing you over the mattress, filling your face with a bunch of kisses.

“I've missed you, mi vida”. He whispers onto your lips, before caressing them. “I took a day off, so I will be here with you the whole time”.

You can't help but sink your face under his chin, letting him hold you tightly. That's the only moment you feel somewhat better, knowing that he's not going to kick out your ass. Knowing that he loves you unconditionally.

“How was him?” You whisper.

“Fucked like you”. He just replies, kissing your head. “But I know that he's going to come today, you will see. I know it”.

He wasn't wrong. Actually, Canche is never wrong. You suddenly wake up because of the loud roar of an engine. It's coming closer, accentuating over others behind it. The bed is empty, and the room is almost in darkness. Rubbing your eyes with your knuckles, you get up from the mattress, guiding your steps to the living room as soon as you hear your boyfriend greeting your father. Sticking your head out the corner of the hallway, your eyes find him before anyone else there. He looks like shit. His beard is longer, scruffy. The two black marks under his eyes tell you that he hasn't slept much more than you.

Canche moves his head in silence, indicating the crew to leave the house, so you would have some intimacy and time alone. Bishop takes a step ahead, trying to reach you, trying to say something. But he can't. Doubting, he walks a little closer. Slowly. Hoping that you don't turn him down. Raising a hand towards your left, he holds it to push you into his arms. Surrounding your body, he hugs you with that kind of love and warmth that only your father can transmit you. All the sadness and the pain has gone. The fear of losing him, inside your chest, isn't oppressing it anymore.

“I'm sorry”. He says in a whisper, tightening his grip around you.

“Me too…”

“You don't have to, because you were right. This is my fault, mi princesa”.

He pulls himself away from you, enough to find your reddened eyes, about to cry again.

“I know you have to leave the nest, but I'm not ready. And I will never be. But if you have to do it, I'm good knowing that Canche is by your side”.

Leaning, your father kisses your forehead, pressing his lips on it for some long seconds.

“Just let me take care of you tonight, please”.

You just nod in silence. You couldn't say ‘no’. You need him, you didn't know it could be this hard to live without him. It's not the same when he's on a trip, than when he's just away from you. Closing your arms around him, you hide your face on his chest, like you used to do when you were a child waking up from a nightmare.

“I will always love you, pa'. No matter who else is in my life. I will always love you more than anyone”.

“I know, princesa. I do. And I will always do it”.

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

The end

Bit sad

Enjoy xx

Warnings: Usual SVU. Mentions of shooting, death and blood

"NICK STOP"

Rafael heard you squeal over the havoc that was the court room. He was holding Judge Barth’s gun shot wound to try and stop the bleeding. He saw you run towards the side doors that Nick went out to chase Johnny D, then he heard  gun shots. His blood ran cold but he couldn't leave the judge there to bleed out but he wanted to know you hadn't been shot.

"Oh God, NICK" you rushed over, blood was rushing out of his shoulder. Your gun was still drawn and you checked on Johnny D first, he was gone, you kicked the gun out of the way just in case.

You knelt down next to Nick on your knees in a pool of his blood, you put your gun away and ripped off your jacket and pressed it to Nicks shoulder to try and stop the bleeding. A court guard came running around the corner,

"I NEED A BUS NOW HURRY" you screamed at them.

They got on their radio and ordered one in.

"Look at me" Nick said with a husky voice.

Your eyes filled with tears, biting your bottom lip to keep them in, you looked down into Nicks eyes, and he lifted up his other hand and placed it on your lower arm.

"You are the Bestest Friend and partner a man could ever have. I love you so much. Make sure you take care of Zara"

"I love you Nick, you are my best friend. I won't have to look after her, you’re not going anywhere" you lent down and kissed him on the forehead.

The medics came running, you quickly filled them in on what happened. Nick was falling in and out of consciousness.

"On the count of three you are going to let go and I'll take over ok" you nodded back at the medic.

"One- two- three" you let go of your jacket and the medic started to push down while another one stabilised him and tried the stop the bleeding.

You were covered in Nick’s blood, down your pants, tops of your feet, shoes, your shirt and on your hands. You eyes blood shot and red.

Sonny, Fin and Amanda came running around the corner and saw you standing there and saw the look on your face. You were watching as they pulled Nick onto the stretcher to take him out. Rafael and Liv rushed out of the two side doors and also seen you standing there covered in blood. Rafael grabbed your hip, bring you back down to reality.

"Are you hurt Hermosa?" Rafael was frowning with worry. 

"No Rafi I' am fine. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Is that all Nicks?" Rafael looked you up and down.

"Yeah, he lost a lot" you felt a lump in your throat, tears filling your eyes again.

"Liv, he's gone" you all turned to see Fin feeling Johnny D for a pulse.

Some more medics came in and rapped blankets around you and Rafael and did a once over to make sure you were both ok. You both needed to go in for blood tests in two weeks to make sure nothing had been transmitted with all the blood you both had been exposed too.

Amanda and Sonny drove you and Rafael home to shower,  to change and take you both to the hospital to see Nick. When you guys got there Liv and Fin where in the waiting room.

"Liv" you rushed over to her

"He's ok, he has come out of surgery fine and in recovery. We can go in one at a time when he wakes up"

----

"Mr Amaro can have visitors now" a nurse came out and told you all.

"Y/N, you go in first" Liv nodded at you

Rafael grabbed you hand and squeezed it. You walked through the double doors and seen Nick lying in bed. He saw you and smiled. You rushed over as he reached out his hand and grabbed yours, you lent down and kissed him on the forehead.

"You saved my life" he smiled up at you.

"No I didn't, you saved yourself" you smirked at him.

"No really. If you hadn't of found me when you did and done what you did, I wouldn't be here. I'm going to be in rehab for a long time but I'm alive"

 ****

Nick was in hospital for a week, you went every day and once he was home you went every other day to see him, and he started rehab straight away. He just wanted to get back to work. His doctor had told him it could be up to 6 months before he might be cleared to go back and maybe he should make other arrangements because he may never be able to be back in the force again due to the damage the bullet done to his shoulder.

He decided with a heavy heart to move with Maria and Zara and continue rehab in California. He knew it would break your heart, his broke just thinking about it, but he needed to make the move. He may never get to work with you again as it was. He rang Liv and gave her his notice and asked not to say anything till he had a chance to tell you himself.

She was upset she was losing him, but she read the medical reports and insured him he was making the right decision. The relationship you and Nick had was never complicated, only at the beginning when you started with Rafael, Liv just hoped yours and Sonny’s relationship would be the same.

Nick had rang and asked you and Rafael to meet him for dinner. You had finished early and went home to shower and change before going to meet Rafael at work, and then both going to Nick.

Nick was waiting for you guys when you walked in at a table. He got up and hugged you with his good arm and shook Rafael’s hand. You guys ordered and started talking. He didn't break it to you straight away, he let the conversation flow a little.

"So I haven't just asked you here for dinner and a catch up, I need to tell you something"

"Ok Nick, what's up?" you looked over at him smiling.

"I'm going to go to LA"

"For a holiday? Oh that's great, you will come back all nice and refreshed. I’ll give you some stuff to take to Zara" he looked down and shock his head.

"No Y/N, not a holiday, for good" your heart sunk and you looked down, trying to hide the tears rushing to your eyes.

"Your- your leaving?---leaving me?" You didn't look up, Rafael grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You pulled out of his grip and stood up,

"Excuse me I need some air" you walked out the door to the edge of the building and lent up against it.

"Should I go after her?" Nick asked looking over at Rafael as they watched you rush out the door.

"Just give her a minute. You could of give me a heads up Amaro" Rafael frown at him, Nick rolling his eyes back.

You stood against the brick wall the tears running down your face sobbing softly, Nick walked out and came straight over to you. He grabbed you and pulled you in with his good arm, you hid your face in his chest wrapping your arms around his middle.

"I'm upset too, I don't want to leave you, I need you, I don't know how I'll deal not seeing you every day, but Zara needs me, and even after rehab I might not even be able to come back to SVU or the force, there is too much damage in my shoulder"

"I know, I'm just being selfish, I don't want you to go, I need you- I don’t want you to leave me, I don’t know a life without you. I’ll miss you to much" You sobbed out.

"I'll miss you so much, but we have phones, there's FaceTime, you and Barba can come and visit" you laughed through more sobs “We will just do long distance. But I promise you- that ADA boyfriend of yours does anything to you, I’ll be on the first flight back, me entiendes?"

[honestlyimstilllivinginthe90s]

Impossible | Harrison Osterfield | Part 4

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Swearing (how surprising 😂) Mild spoilers for Acotar and The Hunger Games

"Collingbourn......Collingham.....Collinwood.... Collins!" I muttered as I selected the book that I was looking for. I pulled it off the shelf and turned to sit down to read when I walked straight into a hard chest. His hands grasped my hips, stopping me from falling. I hit the chest repeatedly, my mind panicking at the thought that this person could be the bastard that murdered my mother and that they were going to kill me next.

"Woah, calm down! It's just me, just Harrison."

"You scared the crap out of me!!" I groaned as I shoved Harrison's chest away. He stumbled back slightly, but let go of my hips. I continued my walk, just wanting to read.

"Can we just talk?" He asked. It was impossible to walk away from him, his legs were too long.

"Can I just read?" I asked sarcastically. Truthfully, I was scared. I was scared of falling in love with him. He was an Illyrian warrior, if my father had found out that I was in love with an Illyrian he would have disowned me. Or executed me. But I really wanted to take that risk. Harrison was amazing, I was drawn to him like a magnet to metal and the fact that I couldn't have him, made me want him more.

I sat down at a table at the back of the library, Harrison took a seat across from me. I ignored him and opened my book, and started to read.

"What are you reading?" He asked me after a few minutes. I looked up at him. He was staring at me, those beautiful blue eyes gazing into mine. I almost forgot to answer his question.

"The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. It's a human book, I honestly don't know how it ended up here but it's really good."

He smiled at my response, causing me to blush. I lowered my head, trying to hide the fire in my cheeks.

"What's it about?" I was happy he changed the subject.

"It's about Katniss Everdeen, a young woman from a very poor district who is entered into a reality TV competition called the Hunger Games, where young people are forced to fight to the death."

"Well that sounds........nice." He tried not to make me feel bad. I laughed at his attempt.

"It's not the fighting to the death part I like, it's the progression of Katniss's character. She started out as just a girl from a poor family, having to hunt to keep them alive and she progresses into the Mockingjay, a sign of freedom and a better world. She didn't have any more paths to take so she made herself a new one. I wish I could be like her. I wish I could be free and strong and brave and I wish people would look at me and see me as y/n l/n, a woman of power and freedom and not as the High Lord of the Spring Court's daughter."

I was scared to look at Harrison, scared that he would just pity me or blabber about how that wasn't true and how I was brave and I was strong and how I was free, when they hardly knew me.

"You know I would love to get to know the real you, the woman of power and freedom you." His voice was soft but not demeaning, it was..... comforting. "And I would love to help you become better."

I looked up at him. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I was wishing that he would stop looking at me that way that he was. I just wanted to carry on with my life and he was messing it all up and he hadn't even been here for an hour.

"I could teach you to fight if you would like. It could settle your father's nerves if he knew that his daughter could fend for herself." He offered.

"That sounds great. We can start tomorrow." I nodded.

"I'm actually quite hungry. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." I stood up, taking the book with me. Harrison stood up too and I shook my head.

"There's no need for you to follow."

"It's my job."

I sighed realising that there was no point in arguing.

"Fine, but can you a least give me some space?"

He hung his head slightly but nodded.

"Go ahead, I'll follow you."

I smiled and walked ahead but before I reached the door Harrison called after me.

"Y/n! I know that you want to forget what happened the other night and considering the circumstances, I understand why but I can't. I don't think that I will ever forget that night. But if you need me as your bodyguard or otherwise, I'll be there."

My heart dropped to feet. My brain screamed at me to turn around, to run into his arms and to feel his lips on mine again. I ignored my thoughts and walked out of the library, my heart aching with every step.

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"You don't think I'm being stupid, do you?" I asked Bella as she was sitting across from me at the kitchen counter. I had told her everything about Harrison, including that he was now my bodyguard and what he said in the library.

"You wanted to find him after the Ball, right?" Bella reached out to grab a chip from my plate.

"Well, yeah but I wanted to find him. The guy that I spent the night with. Not the guy that my father hired to be my bodyguard." I sighed and chomped down on a chip.

"But he's the same guy! You should get to know him better y/n. You can keep lying to yourself but that won't make your heart won't stop fluttering everytime you look into his eyes." I looked into Bella's brown eyes. I knew she was right and I hated it. I continued to eat my chips in silence before the silence became unbearable.

"Father still wants me to marry, you know." I stated. Bella gave me a look of pity before quickly glancing over my shoulder.

"Who's the lucky guy?" I turned to face Harrison, who was leaning up against the door frame.

"She hasn't decided yet." Bella responded as I rolled my eyes and went back to eating my chips.

"You get to decide?" Harrison asked, surprised. I could see, in my peripheral vision, his Illyrian wings loosened slighty as he said it.

"I have one month." I grumbled.

"One month," I heard Harrison push away from the door frame. I didn't know where he was until I felt his breath on my neck. I prayed he couldn't hear my heartbeat but after hearing a slight chuckle leave his mouth, I knew he could. He pressed his lips to my ear and whispered.

"One month should be a breeze for a gorgeous woman like you."

My breath hitched in my throat and I opened my mouth to say something but before I could, Harrison pulled away from me. He reached out and grabbed a chip before winnowing away, leaving an empty feeling in my chest. I released a breath and groaned.

"Well honestly you kind of deserved it. You did do the same thing to him in the library."

"Bella!"

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"How are you and Harrison getting on?" Tom asked as I pulled a lilac dress off the rack. Harrison and I had spent the night together and not in the way I wanted. He slept in the room next to mine, knocking on the door at 7 the following morning to wake me up. I hardly slept that night, the image of my mother's body was branded into my mind's eye.

"I'm surprised that he let me go shopping with you." I put the dress in front of me and looked in the mirror.

Tom chuckled at my response.

"Well I think I'm the only one that he trusts to look out for you." He smirked. "You know he offered to be your bodyguard."

I almost dropped the dress I was holding.

"He what?!" I choked.

"Well, after you left me in the courtyard, I winnowed back to the Night Court. I met with Harrison and I told him about your mother and about you. He really wanted to meet you, you guys have so much in common with each other. While I was there your father sent me a message, saying how he wanted a bodyguard for you and guards for the Court. I told Haz and he said that he could be your bodyguard. I knew that you two would get on great and he's my best friend. Your father was petrified about what happened to your mother, he said that your bodyguard had to be someone I trust. And I trust him more than anyone else. Other than you of course." He winked.

"Well he's good at his job." I mumbled. Tom looked at me curiously. I avoided making eye contact with him, hoping that he would stop talking about Harrison.

"Honestly, I prefer the navy blue dress." Tom handed the dress to me, I smiled in response. I went over to the worker in the boutique and purchased the dress. She placed it in a bag and I walked back over to Tom with the dress. We walked back to the house together, laughing and joking at whatever we saw.

"See!! If you write the word "bed", it looks like a bed!!" I laughed.

"How in the Mother's name did you realise that?" Tom threw his head back chuckling.

"I was just messing around the other day and- OMG!! There's Juliette!!"

"Crap! Hide me!" Tom ran behind me, using me as a shield. I moved out the way of his grasp.

"I'm not going to hide you! Will you just ask her out already?!" I sighed.

"No! I can't just ask her out. What do I say? How did I say it?" Tom turned his back in the direction of Juliette so that he was fully facing me.

"Just come clean and say it!"

"I can't just-" Tom stopped suddenly, "Who's that?" He pointed behind me. I turned around and saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

She was tall and skinny with golden brown skin and dark curly hair. She had beautiful caramel eyes and a warm smile. She walked with a certain confidence that was infectious. She was wearing a long black gown that only complemented her features.

"That's Daya. Her mother owns a jewellery store down the street. I've never talked to her but I see her all the time at the theatre, she's an amazing actress."

"She's the girl." Tom stared at her, amazed.

"You haven't even met her yet! How do you know-" I scoffed.

"No, I don't mean it like that! It's just, this is going to sound crazy but every night keep having the same dream and she, Daya, is always in it. I have to talk to her."

"Well maybe it's-" Tom was already walking over to her before the word "well" left my mouth.

"Hey, we having training in a few minutes, where's Tom?" Haz came up beside me, startling me slightly.

"He's chatting up some woman we just saw." I pointed in the direction of them, Tom seemed so more confident around her than he did with Juliette. Harrison chuckled.

"Of course he is. Wait, I thought he was in love with Juliette, all he does is talk about her all the time." Harrison leaned in closer to me, I ignored the butterflies in my stomach.

"I thought so too." I mumbled.

"We should probably stop staring before it gets weird."

"You're such a loser!" I shoved Harrison's shoulder and grabbed his wrist, tugging him after me back towards the house.

We walked up to the house in silence, both of us aching to say something but neither of us having any idea what to say. As we got to the gate, Harrison spoke.

"Bella's really nice."

"She is. She's the nicest person I know and my only friend in the house, other than Tom."

"She's been really kind to me, everyone else is..." His voice trailed off.

"They're not scared of you. They're threatened of you. Everyone knows how strong the Illyrians are, and most people here have near seen one. They'll get used to you after a while."

"You seem to know what you're talking about."

"They didn't like me either, when I first came."

Harrison looked at me inquisitively, not prying or forcing me to tell him, just curious.

"The High Lord and Lady," My voice shook at the mention of her name, "aren't my biological parents. They raised me practically my entire life but I'm not their biological daughter. I don't know who my biological parents are, nobody has ever told me but when I came here, I was only 4 or 5, nobody here liked or trusted me. They thought I was dangerous. I honestly think they still do." I had never told anyone this, of course Tom and Bella knew I was adopted but I had never told anyone about how I felt feared and disliked by everyone in this Court.

"Well let us be feared together." Harrison grinned at me.

"Together." I smiled back.

We entered the house, Harrison hurried forward to open the door for me. I walked into the entrance hall, Harrison following close behind me.

"I'm going to walk up to my room and get changed. I'll be down in a second." I ran up the stairs and to my bedroom, slowing down when nearing my father's office. He always scolded me for running and making noise outside his office. That's when I heard my father shouting.

"They are going to kill me next because of her!!! My wife wanted to protect her and so did I but she's putting this whole court at risk!"

"But y/n's your only heir." Bella's voice was lower than my father's but loud enough to hear.

"No she's not."

"What?"

"My wife and I have two children. She is not my heir."

"Two? Where is the second? Why have you never mentioned a second?"

"He is here. Has always been here. I never mentioned it because it had not needed to be mentioned. "

"Does he know?"

"No."

"Do you plan to tell him?"

"Eventually."

"Then who is he?"

I knew the answer before he said it. It all made sense now. How our parents' stories were so similar, how my father's hatred of the Illyrians didn't extend to him, how as far as I could remember we had been raised together.

"We talked about this. You have an heir." My mother interrupted, her voice calm and steady. I was surprised that she was standing up for me. She never usually does.

My mother wasn't standing up for me, she was standing up for him. For.......

"My son, y/n's brother and my heir is Tom."

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Oooooo! Cliff hanger ending!!😂 Also I just binge watched all of season one of The Umbrella Academy and it's AMAZING!! ps. I just want Klaus to be happy.

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