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honey-dewey · 4 years ago

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Finding the Right Voice

Frankie Morales/Mute and chronically ill Reader

Word Count: 1,804

Warnings: Reader is both mute and has gastroparesis. Reader throws up once.

After much pestering from the boys, Frankie reluctantly signs up for a dating app, intending for it to be a joke. Until he falls in love. You and him text daily, getting to know each other so intimately despite never meeting. At least, never meeting until Frankie wants to take you on a date. So how the hell are you going to explain to him that you are constantly ill and will never speak again?

Frankie had always thought dating apps were a waste of time. Who the hell actually met the love of their life through the Internet?

Frankie Morales, that’s who.

Of course, he’d been hesitant to tell the boys he’d found someone, mostly because he knew they’d give him shit about it. And they did, of course. But now, months after meeting someone, they realized Frankie was genuinely happy and toned the teasing down.

“I’m just worried!” Frankie said, staring at his phone. “They haven’t responded in days.”

“Dude,” Benny said, gesturing with his beer bottle. “They’re probably just busy. Or out somewhere with shit cell service. I dated a girl like that. She went on vacation with her parents and didn’t call for like. Two weeks. Thought she’d died. But when she got back.” He leaned back, smiling drunkenly. “The apology sex was mind blowing.”

“Okay!” Santiago interjected, throwing an arm around Frankie’s shoulders. “You think they’re on vacay, Fish?”

Frankie shrugged, grabbing his own beer. “I dunno. They aren’t the vacationing type.”

William snorted from across the table. “Just like they aren’t the phone call or meet in person type?”

Immediately, Frankie knew where this was going. “Ironhead.”

“I’m just saying!” William pointed out. “How do we know that Catfish isn’t being, well, catfished.”

Frankie sighed into his bottle. “I don’t wanna talk about it Will.”

Santiago, who was somehow the voice of reason here, nudged Frankie. “You texted yet today?”

“No.”

“Why don’t you?” Santiago suggested. “Then leave it alone for a while. I doubt they’re meaning to leave you, they seem too nice.”

Frankie picked up his phone and opened his texts. Aside from the group chat he had with the boys, the aforementioned number was the last one he’d texted.

Frankie: Hey, haven’t heard from you in a bit. You doing okay?

Twenty miles away from the bar Frankie was in, you were leaned over the toilet in the hospital, hurling away what little applesauce you’d eaten for dinner.

Sitting back against the cold tile of the hospital bathroom wall, you sighed deeply upon hearing your phone ping. Who the hell wanted to talk to you right now?

Of course, it was Frankie.

Settling down in the bathroom, you unlocked your phone and texted him back.

You: I’m so sorry Fish. I’ve been a bit sick.

Fish: You don’t have to apologize for that. Are you feeling any better?

You snorted softly. As if.

You: Not really. It’s just gotten worse. Spent most of today throwing up.

Fish: You’re drinking water, right? Gotta stay hydrated.

You snapped a photo of your half full water bottle a nurse had brought you and sent it to Frankie.

You: Yep! Gotta finish this before I go to bed.

Fish: That’s good

Fish: Wait a second. Are you in the hospital?

You swore silently. How the fuck? Unless he frequented the same hospital as you, how the hell did he even know where you were from that blurry water bottle photo?

You: Yeah, I got here today. Nothing too serious, I was just too dehydrated

You felt bad lying to Frankie, but you really didn’t want to tell him the truth. The truth was too long, too complicated. Frankie would probably leave if he learned the truth.

Fish: I’m not too far away, if you’re at the hospital I think you’re at. Want me to drive you home when you leave?

You: Nah. I’m staying with family rn and it’s a haul to get out there

Another lie, another stab of pain through your heart.

Fish: Okay. I still wanna take you out though. We could get dinner and walk around the park.

You almost started sobbing.

You: Oh Frankie. I wish I could.

As soon as you typed the message, you deleted it. Best not to let him think anything was wrong. Instead, you took a minute and finally replied with,

You: That sounds lovely Fish.

Fish: But?

You: But I don’t think I can.

Back at the bar, Frankie was slumped over the table, staring at your tiny message of rejection.

“Dude, that’s hard,” Benny commented. “I’m starting to think Will might be right.”

“I’m sorry?” William said, coughing as he swallowed wrong. “Say that again?”

“No.” Benny leaned over the table and patted Frankie’s wrist. “I got nothing dude. Nothing.”

Santiago sighed. “Why don’t we stop giving Fish a hard time?” He said, seeing the hard lines in Frankie’s face appear. “They said they were in the hospital, so maybe it’s really bad.”

“You think?” Frankie asked, looking up with wide eyes.

“Maybe,” Santiago said. “They might not want you to worry about them.”

Frankie looked back at his phone, at the waiting message. He picked his phone up and typed one more message before shutting it off and pocketing it.

Frankie: I just wish I could get to know you. For real.

You stared at your phone, tears sliding down your face. Frankie would never know, if you could help it. He’d never know that you were so sick all the time. That you couldn’t eat anything without hurling it up hours later. That you hadn’t uttered a single word since you’d turned sixteen. That you’d never speak another word again.

Putting your phone away, you abandoned the water bottle and shakily crawled back into bed, sobbing silently into your pillow until you fell asleep.

The next morning, a team of nurses checked you over and deemed you okay to leave the next day. You nodded numbly, absently fiddling with a small stuffed toy as they started your laborious morning routine.

“This came for you last night,” a nurse said as everyone left your room. She placed a worn out baseball cap and a folded note on your bed. “From a very nice gentleman who seemed rather heartbroken.”

The nurse left, leaving you to grab the cap and the note.

The cap was worn out, the edges all frayed and the logo on the front nearly illegible. The note was in much better condition.

Hey.

So, I’m sorry about what I said last night, and I feel like a text wouldn’t have made it better. This is my favorite hat. It’s seen some shit, just like me. And just like you, I think.

Look, last night, I sounded like a dick. I want to make it up to you, I really do. But I don’t know how to take you on a date or anything. I sure hope it isn’t because of me that you don’t want to meet. I know my nickname is Catfish but I promise I’m who I say I am.

Tomorrow, I get off work early. If you’d let me, can I pick you up and take you out? Or at least take you back to my place for a movie or something? Please.

Love, your Frankie.

You ran your fingers over the lettering, memorizing how Frankie wrote every single word. Maybe, maybe it was time to open up. The worst that could happen was rejection.

Scooping your phone up, you texted Frankie back.

You: Tomorrow at 4, that’s when they discharge me. Get here early tho, I have some stuff to explain.

The next twenty four hours were hell for the both of you. You were both plagued by so much anxiety it was hard to do even the most basic of tasks, but you managed. Eventually, you received the text you’d been dreading all day.

Fish: I’m here. Visiting room B.

You took a deep breath. All your personal belongings were in a drawstring bag you put over your shoulder. You headed out of your room and slowly down the hall, towards the visiting room.

Opening the door was the hardest thing you’d ever done.

Once you’d opened the door, you stopped in the doorway, taking Frankie in.

He looked exactly the same as he did in his photos. Tall, handsome, kind. He smiled upon seeing you, and you swore your heart stopped.

“Hello,” Frankie said, moving towards you and holding out his hand.

Hello you signed, waiting for Frankie’s reaction.

He paused, his hand falling to his side. “Mute?”

You nodded.

Frankie simply smiled again. “So that’s why you don’t like phone calls,” he said. “It’s okay. I know some ASL.” He paused, taking you in. “Can I hug you?”

Yes please.

He wrapped you in a warm hug, allowing you to collapse into him. Months of text messages and listening to his voice mails were nothing compared to this.

Eventually, he pulled away, and you two sat on the uncomfortable couch.

“So what’s with the tube?” Frankie asked, gesturing to your face.

You pulled a whiteboard out of your bag and began to write, going slowly so you spelled everything right.

I have a condition called gastroparesis. My stomach is paralyzed and won’t move food to my intestines. I “eat” through a port in my side and this tube in my nose leads to my stomach, so whatever I drink can be drained out. I went mute before I got diagnosed with this.

“Oh.” Frankie blinked a few times. “So I guess dinner is off the table too.”

You snorted, laughing as best you could with no voice. No dinner. you signed happily. But a movie would be nice.

“A movie it is,” Frankie said, standing. “C’mon. I’ve got a bunch of movies at my place. And I think the boys are coming over tonight.”

You stood, following Frankie to his beat up old truck. He talked your ear off about all sorts of things while he drove home, and it wasn’t until he’d pulled into the driveway that you’d remembered his hat.

Close your eyes. You signed, digging around in your bag.

Frankie did, laughing when you snuggly placed his hat on his head.

“Thank you,” he said, taking your hands. “I was really worried you’d catfished me at first. I didn’t know what to think when you didn’t want to call or meet. I dunno, I just thought you weren’t, y’know, you.”

You shook your head, pulling your hands out of his. I wouldn’t dream of it.

Frankie smiled. “I love you.”

I love you too Fish.

That night was the happiest you’d been in years. Frankie’s friends were all amazing people, and all three of them immediately overlooked your muteness and illness. You were happy and Frankie was happy. To them, that was all that mattered.

“So Fish,” Santiago said, leaning across the couch to nudge Frankie’s bicep. “Aren’t you glad we forced you to download that dating app?”

Frankie looked at you, curled up under his other arm, sipping water and waiting for the feed bag with your dinner in it to finish draining into your port. You looked up at him, smiling and nestling closer.

“Yeah. I am.”

#triple frontier #frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #pedro pascal #my writing

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hotchley · 4 years ago

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hey sumayyah! i saw your sign!! I'm writing the JJ & Emily parts of the really out of the blue and shitty mini-whatever it is 💀 and hopefully I'll figure out how to shorten it or something lmaoo

but i wanted to come here and talk for awhile i guess

it's like, 2am where i am right now and I'm just so drained mentally like idk i can't seem to focus on getting all my work done (school work) and i just submitted a fake corrupted file to pass off as my homework because i haven't been able to finish it (it's not graded or anything it's just 2 biology practice papers for revision for the upcoming exam but they're really long & biology is not my strong subject......)

like I'm 60-70% done on both papers and yeah i feel so bad for doing what i did and i am still planning on finishing those 2 papers (both as legitimate practice/revision & just in case my teachers do check and decide to ask me to resubmit/send them the file through another channel) and idk i obviously can't really talk to any one in school about this so i came here.... sorry for this bout of negativity i just feel so drained inside and it's not even the first time.... I'm on my break right now (mid years break) but my break is ending in roughly 4-5 more days? and I've felt unmotivated and horrible throughout the entire break idk :/ idk if this is just burn out or something else.... I've been planning on finding a therapist/professional to talk to? but 1. i can't exactly do it "openly" because i come from a rather conservative family and mental health issues (& sexuality etc) aren't things we talk about in my family.... and 2. I'm still a full-time student & I'm not sure of what services are available + the costs and all the other concerns? so like idk I'm not even sure where to start :(

and because I've been feeling like cr*p most of the time the last 3 weeks, I've done absolutely nothing & so i have TONS of school assignments piled up (those that were due during the break I've finished (somehow lmao) and submitted, but those that are due AFTER the break when school reopens.... i have completely not touched) & the worst thing is I'm not even entirely sure what's my entire workload.... so i definitely have to start seriously getting my work done from tomorrow (technically today) onwards.... but like i genuinely have a hard time focusing on work and I'm not sure if it's just my issues with procrastination or if i have a genuine illness or something and i don't want to self diagnose so I've been trying to not think about this but lately it's been so hard because i can't even finish my work on time and exams are coming and it's just really affecting me? and it's getting worse? i don't even have anyone i can truly talk to about this irl too and SKDJSKSNS idk 😭😭

i am SO SORRY for all the negativity!!!!! i just felt so alone and really had to vent somewhere i am so sorry, feel free to delete this ask if you're uncomfortable 🥺

i hope you're having a much better day/night and i love you ❤️ your blog (& cm Tumblr) is really giving me hope & keeping me alive, if i can put it that way 🥺♥️♥️ thank you for being you, and thank you for simply existing. I'm sorry things got so depressing all of a sudden lmao I'll be fine (eventually, probably)

- 🌙

I feel like my answer got long, so I put it under the cut :)

YAY!

Also, I did see this when you initially sent it, but I'm working on boundaries and priorities, which is why I didn't answer it then- I just needed a break <3

Look, you're learning during a pandemic that has disrupted everything and caused a lot of pain and stress. One corrupted file does not make you a bad student. You're still going to try.

There were so many days during lockdown where I just... didn't submit any work, and then I would submit it later saying the thing broke- which seemed believable because the thing we used never functioned properly.

And we cannot be happy or perfect all the time. Sometimes we need to share our problems. I have always said you can talk to me, it just may take me a few days depending on my own situation, and I stand by that.

Sometimes breaks just make us more miserable. Sometimes it is just genuinely a phase that you will snap out of. Sometimes it isn't. Either way, you need to let yourself feel this. Don't try and bury it. That'll be worse.

So when it comes to therapists, if you've been thinking of seeing one, go for it. Chances are, it'll help.

I get what you mean. I don't know what it's like where you are, but in England, everyone over 16 has control over the medical stuff. That basically means your parents cannot be told what you're doing, and you can do things without their knowledge. If I wanted to make an appointment, I wouldn't need to tell them I was making it, or what was discussed. Neither can the doctors.

I asked one of my friends (I have consent to share this), and she said that she went through the BetterHelp website, and that it's really helping her. Now I know BetterHelp had some real serious problems, so I would be cautious, but that is one option. Hers is between £50-£60 a session, but there were cheaper options.

You could also go through your school!! My school has what is called a "well-being practitioner" who you can just go and see when you're feeling down, and it all remains confidential UNLESS they think intervention is needed. So you could see if there are any sessions they do, or if there's any help you can get from them :)

I have seen SO, SO many teachers on TikTok recently say two things: ask them for help if you need it, and they will give it, and just do something. I don't know what you're teachers are like, but they're probably stressed and burnt out too. If you need an extension or a break or help, they'll do their best.

And if you can't do everything, then just do one thing. Do your favourite subject, or the easiest thing. I know people say do the hardest thing first because then everything gets easier, but the one time I did that, I started crying and I gave up for a good three days so...

If you've done extensive research, then maybe it is something, and if you think that there is that, then you should try and get tested <3 and it's okay if there really is nothing. Sometimes brains are weird

You don't ever have to apologise for being human <3 Remember how I mentioned crying for twenty minutes to my history teacher? I said the same thing to him: that I feel bad talking about these things because everyone has their own problems. His response was: well yes, but there are so many people that want to help you. And they would tell you if you were being a burden.

You need to trust that. And it's hard. It's painful. It's difficult. But I promise you, telling someone will always be better than bottling it up- and this comes from the person that was pissed for six weeks because I got a phone call home from someone higher up because previously mentioned history teacher told them that I was not doing great

I love you too!!

And sometimes life gets you down! That's okay! Things will get better! Maybe this isn't healthy, but my thing is: things will work out, and things will get better because they need to, and I refuse to believe I am living a life where they won't.

You will be fine! I have every faith in you!!

#🌙anon #people talk to me

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lilacmoon83 · 4 years ago

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Clarity

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Chapter 11: Pressing On

Mary Margaret watched the paramedic check his vitals, as the ambulance sped toward the hospital. She recognized him as one of their Knights and recalled that his name was

Gareth, but she didn't know who he was here. He gave her a reassuring nod though.

"His vitals are strong and though he's lost a bit of blood, he'll be fine. I'm sure Dr. Whale will have no problem stitching him up," Gareth offered.

"Great...Whale," David muttered and she squeezed his hand.

"You know there is no competition there," she whispered to him.

"I know…" he said, as they shared a long gaze. They arrived at the hospital and wheeled David in, with Mary Margaret running beside his gurney.

"What do we have?" Whale asked and then saw that it was David and Mary Margaret.

"Stab wound…" the paramedic said.

"Okay...let's get him to a room. You'll need to wait out here," Whale told her.

"I am going in with him...I don't care what you say!" Mary Margaret protested.

"It's usually family only," he replied.

"She is my family," David said, as he saw their fingers entwined.

"And he's mine," she added, though she really wanted to scream at the man she had made a mistake with that David was really her husband. She wanted to scream that to the whole town, but knew now was not the time for that.

"Fine...whatever," Whale said irritably, as David was wheeled into one of the emergency rooms.

"You do know that the Mayor is still your emergency contact in your file, right?" Whale asked.

"That needs to change. I don't want Regina anywhere near him," Mary Margaret snapped and then stopped to try to quell the swirling emotions inside her.

"Oh...okay, we can change that. I'll have the nurse update it to you," Whale said, taken aback by her fierceness and she supposed that made sense. The Mary Margaret under the curse was so soft spoken and a proverbial doormat to everyone. She was still angry with herself that she had ever let Whale near her when she was vulnerable, let alone touch her. David must have sensed that and squeezed her hand.

"It's okay...I'm okay," he promised, as he kissed her cheek. Whale looked away and put David's chart down.

"Well, I'm the doctor and it's up to me to determine how okay you are or not," he said, as he began examining the wound.

~*~

After Emma finished the preliminary report and locked Keith up, Ruby's words proved effective, as she found herself at the hospital.

"Hey...you came," Ruby said.

"Uh yeah...like I said, I need his statement," Emma deflected.

"He saved your life," Ruby reminded again.

"Really?" Henry asked, as he arrived with Neal and Gold. Emma sighed in irritation.

"What is he doing here?" she asked him.

"He wanted to go to the diner with his...with David and Mary Margaret. He wanted to see Mary Margaret specifically since the school fired her today," Neal started to explain.

"Yeah...I heard," Emma replied.

"My Mom is behind it...I know she is," Henry replied, causing Emma to sigh deeply again.

"Anyway, I called Mary Margaret to see if they could meet us and that's when we found out David had been stabbed," Neal replied.

"Is he okay?" Henry asked.

"I think he's going to be fine, sweetie. He saved Emma from getting stabbed," Ruby replied.

"I had it under control...he didn't save me. If anything, he got in the way," Emma argued. Neal smirked.

"I'm sure," he said, as they continued to wait to hear about David's condition.

~*~

Sidney typed away on the old computer in the newsroom when his phone rang.

"Hello?" he asked.

"What the hell went on at the Rabbit Hole tonight?" Regina demanded to know.

"Uh...well, it appears that the Sheriff arrived to deal with a drunken disorderly that went bad. Except instead of taking the knife wound herself, I interviewed an eyewitness that said Mr. Nolan took the knife for her," Sidney reported.

"You better spin that story in a negative light. The last thing I need is David Nolan being hailed for some heroics!" Regina said irritably.

"Well...people are already saying that's exactly what he is. I was able to cover up that he was homeless for a while, but I'm not sure how we bury this," Sidney replied.

"Then you need to figure it out!" Regina snapped.

"He was there with Miss Blanchard. I can remind everyone of their scandalous affair and their amorous antics in the park earlier today," he said.

"Whatever...just spin it to make them look bad," Regina said, as she hung up. Sidney sighed and decided to run to the diner for more coffee, before he finished and put the paper to bed. He walked out and didn't see August waiting outside. He slipped in and sat down at the computer. He slipped a flash drive into the external USB. The computer was so old that it didn't even have an USB slot, but fortunately Sidney happened to have a solution to that when needed.

August slipped his story into the pages of tomorrow's paper layout, deleting some column about the mine collapse, which was just a story that was in the paper weekly lately. No one seemed to notice that Sidney cycled the same stories over and over again. But August did notice and he had also noticed the changes lately. He now knew that Snow White and the Prince were awake and that meant that Emma just needed a little more pushing toward the truth. He was also shocked to find out that Neal was in town as well and he was hoping to keep a low profile and avoid him. It was good though. It meant that things had accelerated and he was hoping his article would accelerate them even more.

He felt slightly bad about running the story in respect to Kathryn, but taking away Regina's narrative that David and Mary Margaret were somehow a pair of adulterous, terrible people might go a long way to waking people up. He was exposing in the article that David's marriage license to Kathryn was phony and Regina drew it up when he woke up in an attempt to keep him and Mary Margaret apart. Essentially, his article was one hundred percent true, except the part where Kathryn was in on it and went along with it. But once the curse broke, any ill feelings anyone had toward the blonde would disappear. Truth was what they needed now. It was what he needed. Truthfully, he wasn't doing this to help David and Mary Margaret. He was selfishly doing this to save himself. The curse breaking was his only chance or he would soon have more than just a wooden leg.

~*~

Mary Margaret waited impatiently, as Whale stitched up David's wound.

"You're lucky...the knife missed all your organs and any deeper, you probably would have needed surgery. But it appears there is no internal bleeding," Whale replied.

"You're sure?" she asked and he looked at her.

"I'm sure...but just the same, he needs to rest once he's home for a few days. For now, I'd like to keep him overnight," Whale replied.

"I'm staying with him," she insisted. He nodded, as he did another test.

"What is that?" she asked.

"It checks his hemoglobin or blood level, which is slightly low. Since we're keeping him overnight, I'd like to give him a pint of blood," Whale replied, as he wrote something on his chart.

"I'll be back soon and we'll assign him a room," he said, as he exited. David smiled up at her once the doctor left and she leaned down to kiss him on the lips.

"I'm fine…" he assured once their lips parted.

"I know…" she said.

"I'm just sorry," he replied.

"For what?" she asked.

"Well...this isn't exactly how our Valentine's Day was supposed to end," he replied. But she only smiled.

"Well...for us, I'd say this is pretty normal and you saved our baby's life. Again," she said. He chuckled.

"We always did manage to find our fair share of trouble," he agreed and she sat down beside his bed and rested her head against his shoulder.

~*~

Whale stepped out of the room and found people waiting in the lobby area.

"Is my...Mr. Nolan okay?" Henry asked the doctor, who managed a smile for him.

"David is going to be fine. I stitched him up and I'm going to keep him overnight, just to be safe," Whale replied.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get a transfusion going for David. He's a little low from the blood loss he suffered," the doctor added.

"Maybe I can give him blood!" Henry chimed in. Whale chuckled.

"That's very generous of you, Henry, but I have to give David his type of blood and it's highly unlikely that you have the same type," Whale replied.

"I'm B negative. What type is David?" Henry asked curiously.

"How do you know what blood type you are?" Neal asked.

"Tonsils...two years ago. I didn't have to get blood, but I got a lot of ice cream and the nurses told me what type I am," he replied.

"Well...that's a coincidence. David is also B negative, but I'm afraid we can't take a pint from you, Henry," Whale said, as he started to walk away.

"Wait…" Emma called, as he turned.

"I'm also B negative...if you're short," she said. He looked at her and then nodded.

"Wait at the desk and I'll send a nurse for you," he said, as he walked away.

"Wow...same blood type," Neal mentioned.

"It doesn't mean anything," Emma protested.

"Of course not. I mean, you, the kid, and David all being the same blood type couldn't be anything except a coincidence," Neal mused.

"In my experience...there are no coincidences," Gold said.

"Whatever...you better get him home, before Regina has an aneurysm," Emma mentioned.

"Dad is filing for custody," Henry chimed in, causing her eyes to widen.

"What?" Emma asked.

"Uh...it wasn't my idea, but it's what he wants and I guess I have a lawyer already," Neal replied.

"Are you insane? Regina is going to go nuclear!" Emma hissed to him, as she pulled him aside.

"I know...but if I'm being honest, I want this too. I would have never given him up in the first place if I'd known about him!" Neal hissed back.

"I was in jail! What was I supposed to do!? I couldn't raise him!" she said.

"I know and I'm not blaming you. I got scared and should have never listened to August," he replied.

"I made a lot of mistakes, but now I'm going to make up for them as best I can and clearly our son is not happy with his adopted mother, who happens to be the freaking Evil Queen," he said. She scoffed.

"Not this again…" Emma complained.

"Like it or not, Em...it's all true and my Dad mentioned earlier that our chances in court would be better if we were on a united front," he mentioned.

"Wait...you mean your father wants me in on this too?" she asked. He nodded.

"Even if we're not together...we are his biological parents and you may have given him up, but I didn't. You were under duress and I didn't know he existed. Biological parents have won cases with less," he replied.

"Not against people like Regina. She controls this town. The district attorney is in her pocket, so there's no reason to believe the judge won't be either," she reasoned. He shrugged.

"Maybe not...but people are more afraid of my father than they are of her, trust me…" he countered and she found that she couldn't argue with that.

"Fine...I'm in," she agreed.

"Really?" he asked. She nodded, with a shrug.

"Getting him away from Regina is the only reason I stayed in this crazy town. I just didn't think I had a ghost of a chance," she replied. He smiled.

"Well...we do. A really good chance," he said.

"She will wage all out war on us...all of us," Emma warned.

"Guess we'll have to bring it then," Neal said, as Whale motioned to her.

"Go...go give your father some blood," Neal said.

"Don't call him that...he's not my father," Emma replied.

"Yeah...and denial is a river in Egypt," Neal said.

"Shut up," Emma replied, as she walked away. Neal smirked. She was going to deny the reality until she was blue in the face, but he knew her better than anyone. The walls around her were slowly beginning to crack.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Emma Swan #Henry Mills #Neal Cassidy #Mr. Gold #Regina Mills #A 7x15 am AU #romance #adventure #family #drama #AU #Clarity

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failing-to-write-again · 5 years ago

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Germany x Ireland!Reader: Snow Storms and Confessions

Ok so the plan was to post another scenario and write two more yesterday. But Tumblr did an oopsie and deleted everything.

Every cloud has a silver lining however, my friend sent me this gem of a find and all I could think about afterwards was this story. I was going to write them as scenarios but I found it difficult to imagine situations for the other characters.

So here's a different story. A one shot...goody.

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*Ireland's POV*

I sat there cold and alone in the Russian airport terminal. My flight cancelled due to the violent snow storm outside and no hotel room to go to. All the other countries had already left, the usual flights to Ireland weren't available. Just one at 10pm when a blizzard was due. Russia didn't exactly give a direct response when I brought it up...

*flash back*

"Little Ireland! You are feisty small one, you're lack of fear is amusing."

"I'm not being feisty I just want to know why there's none of the usual planes to my country. I don't want to end up caught in the blizzard"

"Она умнее, чем выглядит...I don't involve myself petty plane issues. Perhaps this is fate, you believe in a lot of those magical fairy tales no?"

she's smarter then she looks

"Она также говорит по-русски. Что ты прячешь?"

she also speaks Russian. What are you hiding?

*flash forward to present*

Just before I could pry, Germany got the meeting started and I was left to get to my seat and ponder over Russia's behaviour. He's a strange study for sure.

Germany was as well. We became properly acquainted in the early 1900s only labelling ourselves as friends around the 70s when I joined the early version of the EU (then EEC). He definitely is a layered character, and even though he is sweet once I became closer with him, he seems to still be hiding aspects of his personality. But enough about that I'm cold and have to figure out where I'll sleep tonight.

"Ireland? Vhat are jou doing here?"

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive...

"Hey Germy, my flight got cancelled and it was the only one available, my hotel booking also ran out so I'm just sorta stuck here haha."

A rather enjoyable shade of red spread across his face at the mention of the nickname. I'd do anything to see those little cracks in his tightly woven character. Anything to see the little smiles or chuckles, the crush I'd developed over years of friendship pushing me to.

"V...Vell mein flight vas cancelled as vell...vould you like to share a hotel room vith me? I still have an extra day."

Panic.

"I wouldn't be against it, but you probably would like to not share a room so I understand if you don't want to and everything. Thanks for the offer though"

"Nein it's fine I don't mind ve're friends ja? It's ok!"

The air is so fucking uncomfortable. Big brother France is looking on in disappointed from Paris. I just know it. After a few more rounds of pitiful back and forth we agreed we both were ok with sharing a room and set off, chittering throughout the walk.

*[insert timeskip joke] Germany's POV*

Ireland was in the bathroom getting ready for bed as I sat mentally preparing to sleep beside her.

At some point my feelings of friendship began to be replaced with... love as Italy put it. I thought I was ill whenever my heart would flutter like a manly butterfly near her. After voicing my concerns to my brother and Italy, bruder proceeded to have a laughing fit. Italy took the time to gush about love long enough for me to come to the conclusion I was in it.

Ireland. She's not perfect by any means and we've had our fair share of arguments and disagreements. Though we always manage to work then out. Would it be the same if we were dating? I would be living in a dream if that was true...

The door opened and in she came. In the shorts she wore for sleep her false leg was on full display. I remember helping her make it, replacing the standard wooden one for a metal one with upgrades bring added whenever we visited eachother or were together in our free time from longer summits. The leg, essentially fully functional due to her use of spells and my use of metal. Light blue swirls, famous for their use in her history giving off a slight hum in the dark room, dancing up and down the metal limb. Gott she was an angel.

"That meeting left me a wreck." She stifled a yawn, lowering herself slowly to the bed beside me. The blue began to fade slowly as she stopped using magic, bleeding up her leg until disappearing once it reached the end of the metal at her upper thigh. "How does it vork?" I lowly hummed.

"The magic I use to move the leg? It's a weird mix of electricity and telekinesis. I use the electricity to stimulate the metal wires and pistons you put into it and use the telekinesis to make it move in a more natural way. I just wish it didn't glow, it makes it impossible to hide"

Hide? Why hide it? It's beautiful...is it inappropriate to say that out loud? I settle on a less invasive response.

"Why hide it? The blue looks like the tattoo you always joke about getting?"

She went quiet did I go to far? No she always said when I went too far same as I always did if our discussions on my...past got too vivid...She continued.

"When I lost my leg, I lost a part of myself. The image of the country who would fight anyone to be free, that had the confidence of countries ten times her size, it was gone. I kept up the act in letters and statements acting like the leg didn't phase me...Then I got to finally see my siblings again. None of them were allowed near me after one of my attempts for freeedom out of fear I'd help them escape or convince England to go rogue against his boss. They watched me struggle to do anything, they watched me have to ask for help to move, they watched me weak. It's been hard adjusting...then..."

She took a deep breath and looked up. Something she often did when trying not to cry. I gently lay a hand on her back and put on the calmest voice I could.

"Then vhat? Take jour time, I know it's difficult, but please tell me vhat happened?"

"I met someone. They helped me without even realising it. They slowly built up my confidence in myself, taught me how to laugh and smile like I used to. Obviously my family helped but the help from this person stuck with me more I suppose. He built me up, tried to help when he didn't have to."

He. My world slowly shattered and fell around me. So she has somebody else. Someone better. Someone who can show her all the love they probably expect being raised by someone like France and England.

"Oh...vill jou tell me more about him?"

She let a slow smile spread across her face.

"He's kind and sweet but covers it over with a stiff outer shell. He has many talents...so many talents. He's amazing really, but one thing in particular is what I think made me fall for him."

"Vhat vas it? That he did"

I was probing. I was pushing too far into her private life. If she never spoke about him in all our years of friendship, she had a reason not to. She's a damn ex-spy and rebel leader she knows how much to trust people. But...I didn't care. I wanted to know. Needed to. I had loved her for years only for her to slip away the moment I had started working to con-

"He built me a new leg. Then he called it pretty and sleek and said he liked the blue the magic made on it."

Oh...this was...not what I expected. I was the one who built the leg...she knows that...she...she...

"Ireland I..."

I slowly pulled her gently, she was straddling me so I could look into her eyes.

"Do jou really. But vhat I've done. How could jou?"

"Fall for a lovable human being? It's rather simple. I'm just hoping you'll give this amputee a chance."

She looked at me hopefully through her eye lashes. At that moment I realised why us Germans aren't seen as great romantics. We're better at doing, not speaking. So do I did.

I kissed her. Pouring every piece of emotion I felt for her, because of her into it. Desperately trying to show her how much I cared regardless of how bad I'd be at saying it. And it was bliss. My pulse was racing faster then any of my, no Germany's, F1 cars.

She was with me, not my country, not my people, ME. And I'm going to be selfish.

Her soft warm lips, pushing against my colder ones. Tasting like that brand of chocolate she loves mixed with the minty taste of toothpaste. Her arms, laying around me neck, playing with the hairs on the back of my head. My arms, pulling her closer filling every gap between us I could find. I was in heaven, kissing an angel, and I wasn't going to give it up for anything. The entire world could be damned so long as she was in my arms. Everything Italy, France, Spain, Bruder, and all the other countries preached about love suddenly clicked. I loved her. I never wanted to leave her side. I wanted to be her hero, her Ritter (knight), her lover.

And by the way she was kissing back she wanted to be mine.

*POV switch*

HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE'S KISSING ME!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I'M KISSING HIM!

AAAHHHHHHHH!!!

I barely thought of anything else, all I could focus on was getting drunk off his kisses. He was kissing me like the world was ending and I loved it.

At some point it went from me in his lap to beneath him on the bed, staring into icy blue eyes.

"vell..." He drawled "ve have a hotel room, a snow storm. no ozher countries on zhis floor, or anyvone for that matter until tomorrow. and a very horny country. vhat do jou suppose ve do Ms.Ireland?"

I spoke before my mind could think. "Well Mr.Germany. A second, equally as horny country is beneath you so the real question is...Was wirst du dagegen tun?

What are you going to do about it?

Snap.

"Ich heiße nicht deutschland Ich heiße ludvig" he growls out. Responds very well to German if the kisses are any proof.

My name isn't Germany. My name is Ludwig

I leant up to whisper in his ear..."Es ist gut zu wissen, was ich später schreien werde. Ich bin (Y/N)."

It's good to know what I'll be screaming later. I'm (Y/N).

I hear a growl before my hands are held above my head with kisses attacking my neck...If this was Russia's plan for only having only one flight home then he's getting cookies next meeting.

*both POV*

Thank God/Gott for snow storms.

#germany hetalia #hetalia #hetalia one shots #germany x reader #ludwig beilschmidt #1p Germany #doitsu

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ryuunoyuki · 5 years ago

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Flurries

Happy Christmastime to all! And especially to @melodiousramblings who was my partner for this year’s Secret Santa in the Puppyshipping channel on Discord. I hope you enjoy this delightful tale of two guys who still consider talking back to each other to be the equivalent of flirting. XD;

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Flurries by Raykushi Seto Kaiba did not appreciate winter.

For the CEO, the season was rife with additional annoyances that he didn't have to contend with at other times of the year. Employees were absent more often as illnesses struck; commutes and deliveries took longer in the worsening weather. Everything down the line, from design to production, was delayed.

Of course, Kaiba Corp had handled winter in Domino City for years. Kaiba was well prepared and had made adjustments to account for such things. This did nothing to abate his annoyance, especially when his projected preparations were not quite in line with what the season was bringing.

And to be completely honest, a large portion of his current bitter feelings was reserved for the fact that Mokuba had missed almost a week of school after catching some bug that had hit him hard. Although it was nothing more than a bad cold, the deep rasping cough that still emanated from his room was clinging to the edges of Kaiba's consciousness, even at work. And it was much preferable to be annoyed than to be worried.

Finally in late afternoon Kaiba finished what he needed to for the day, dealt with the many emergencies that had come up, and loaded his remaining files to the cloud to work at from home. It took longer than he planned, of course. The prickle of frustration simmered inside him as he stepped from his personal elevator that went from his office to the lobby, briefcase in hand. That prickle became an electric ripple as he looked ahead and saw through the building's glass doors that a fresh layer of powder was now falling from the sky.

Kaiba also spotted a familiar form coming into the building, lanky and blond. Jounouchi Katsuya had a part-time job at the small extension of the Tower Records Cafe on the ground floor of Domino City's most impressive office building, and apparently had afternoon shift today. He was dressed in work slacks and a black woolen coat. Someone with common sense had convinced him to use some of his funds to purchase a weather-appropriate jacket. This common sense had not, however, extended to any sort of winter hat, and Kaiba couldn't help but notice the red tips of his ears and how the messy fair hair was dusted with white specs that caught the lobby's overhead lights like glitter.

The other teen was focused on whatever cacophony passing for music was coming from his earbuds; he hadn't noticed Kaiba's presence. Impulsively the CEO turned and followed Jounouchi toward the cafe.

He took a seat at a table in the corner, waving away the waitress that started in his direction with one sharp hand gesture. While he waited, he slipped his cellphone from his pocket and sent a text to his limo driver to inform him that he would be delayed. Then he followed it with one to Mokuba. His brother replied right away, a good indication that he was bored but probably feeling better if he was awake and not napping through the afternoon, as he had been the past few days.

"Oh, the boss-on-high's come down to rub elbows with us commoners?" a voice drawled next to his table.

Kaiba looked up. The maroon shirt and brown apron that made up the Tower Records Cafe uniform were colors that worked well with Jounouchi's complexion. His ears were still slightly red from the cold outdoors, though the snowflakes had now melted into his damp hair.

"Not for the scintillating conversation, evidently. And do you need a babysitter to remind you how to dress appropriately for the season?"

Jounouchi shrugged. "It's just flurries," he dismissed. "Are you just here to get comfortable, or do you actually want somethin'?"

Kaiba's eyes narrowed at the implication that he had come to socialize. "Coffee, black," he snarled, letting the frustration of the day layer his voice.

Jou raised an eyebrow. Without further comment, he turned and retreated to the back of the cafe. Kaiba watched him go but didn't make it obvious.

He was immersed in his phone, responding to e-mails and to Mokuba's text inquiries about their upcoming holiday plans, when Jounouchi returned and a cup was placed on the table in front of him.

Kaiba raised his chin a millimeter to eye his order. The drink was held in one of the simple but elegantly designed Tower Records teacups, but judging by the soft brown color of the liquid and the spicy smell of the steam wafting up from it, it was not black coffee.

Icy blue eyes snapped up to Jounouchi's face. "How have you not been fired if you can't fulfill one simple order correctly?" he demanded.

The blond tipped his head to the side, smirking, and pointed at his own chest with his thumb. "I know what the people want, chief," he insisted. "Even if they don't."

Kaiba snorted. "I doubt you know one drink container from the other. I'm amazed you've managed to keep this job for this long."

"Wouldja just try it, moneybags!?"

Grudgingly, Kaiba lifted the cup to his nose and inhaled. The smell was sharp and warm, a chai with some seasonal blend of something, perhaps gingerbread or nutmeg. At least Jounouchi knew better than to give him something without caffeine in it. He took a cautious sip. The warmth from the spicy drink spread down his chest and he felt some tension drain from his shoulders.

His reaction must have shown on his face; Jounouchi let out a chortle. Kaiba put the cup down sharp enough to make the porcelain clink against the saucer. "Don't you have work to do?"

Smirking his satisfaction, Jounouchi took a cloth from his apron pocket and bent over to wipe down a nearby table. Kaiba kept his eyes on his phone, but watched the lanky form from the corner of his vision, taking advantage of the other teen's provocative position.

"How's Mokuba?" Jounouchi asked as he cleaned.

"Recovering." Kaiba kept his response short. Jounouchi had an annoying habit of poking at him until he elaborated, so he added, "He's no longer spending the day in bed, but the doctor hasn't released him to return to school yet."

The blond tsked sympathetically. "Nasty stuff going 'round this time of year."

Kaiba sipped his chai tea as he deleted e-mails. "That adequately describes everything about this time of year." The words came out harsher than he intended.

Jounouchi hmmed and said nothing else. It wasn't common for the blond to give such a noncommittal response, but Kaiba failed to pick up on it as he got a text from one of his suppliers notifying him of another delay. He growled in annoyance.

"Hey," Jounouchi said suddenly. Kaiba ignored him, furiously tapping out a response on his phone.

Jounouchi waited, tapping his foot impatiently in time with the clicking of the phone. He cleared his throat once. Then again, louder.

Kaiba snapped, "What."

"Tomorrow's my day off. They put up these really cool decorations in the park. Everythin' looks like ice and all lit up. You want to go see 'em with me?"

"In this weather!?" Kaiba asked, incredulous.

Jounouchi glanced out the cafe windows at the light snowfall. He shrugged. "It's just flurries, Kaiba, geez."

Kaiba snorted to show what he thought of that.

Jou rolled his eyes. "Chill. It was just a suggestion," he muttered, perhaps thinking the words were too low for Kaiba to hear. They weren't. Still grumbling under his breath, Jou turned away and started aggressively scrubbing at a dried stain on one of the tables.

In no way stalling for time, Kaiba lifted his teacup and slowly finished what remained of his tea. His relationship with the exasperating blond was still new. Often he wondered what he could possibly have been thinking when he agreed to such a thing, and just as often he contemplated what the other teen could possibly see in him. Kaiba's position and his money were not things that impressed Jounouchi; indeed the blond flat out refused any gifts or offers of assistance that might be taken in the vein of pity or compensation he hadn't earned. In a world of courteous respect--or fear--from all his employees and every duelist both in the city and beyond, it was solely the blond who would find harsh words to attempt to cut Kaiba down to size. They failed, of course, but the attempt was refreshing. Truthfully, figuring out the other duelist was a game that Kaiba's mind had not yet tired of playing.

"Jounouchi."

Jou had just about given up and started to step away, but Kaiba's voice stopped him in his tracks. He turned around.

"I do have some time tomorrow, for lunch. If you want to take a walk in the park."

Jounouchi looked surprised. "Oh yeah? What if it's snowing?"

Kaiba glanced up at Jou's hair.

"Hn. As long as it's just flurries."

#ygo #yugioh #ygo fanfiction #kaiba seto #jounouchi katsuya #established relationship #early relationship #soft #puppyshipping #violetshipping #kaijou #it's a winter wonderland out there #secret santa 2019

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whistlemist · 6 years ago

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Take Out Night

Tim did not have time for this.

There was a meeting going on back home with his family. One of the most important meetings they always had that, for the bat-kids, was pretty much life or death. It was always about strategy, cunning, and wit.

It was the family takeout night.

Someone got to pick what the whole family would order, no exceptions, no other fast food, no other options. It took a whole hour meeting of them trying to outsmart each, to impress Bruce so they could get the main prize and tonight Tim wanted Chinese food.

Which means that getting kidnapped wasn’t a good start to this afternoon. With a scowl on his face, he dug his heels into the carpet as the masked man was trying to drag him out of WE. It only worked a little since Tim was small and bearly when over the 110 marks. This might be why he was kidnapped so often because all they had to do to Tim Wayne was toss him over their shoulder.

The heels in the carpet did nothing, he was still dragged along like it was nothing. When they got to the car he looked up at the man. “Listen, I know you ‘re probably really good at this, but it’s family Take out and Movie night and I really want to win the food part, so can I just write you a check and go?”

“Get in the car kid!” The man growled grabbing him by the back of his shirt before forcing Tim inside the backseat, soon the other two men had shown up getting into the car before driving away. “Shut up and I won’t kill you, kid!”

Grumbling Tim crossed his arms eyes closed. Now he had a huge problem. Last few times he had lost to Dick and Jason. Italian food and Burgers where good but he really wanted to eat some Chinese food! It’s not like he could let his chance slip again! Not with Jason and Dick both plotting about some sorta new food, whatever it was called, but he wanted sesame chicken and pork fried rice damn it!

“I can write it right now. I have my checkbook and a pen,” Tim offered and when they said nothing he frowned. “Come on! What teenager has a pen nowadays?! Please….?! It’s a family food ad movie night!”

“I said shut up!”

Sitting back Tim started to tap his foot trying to think of an escape plan that would be simple enough for Tim Wayne. This would have been so much easier as Red Robin. He’d just knock them out before heading home.

Looking out the window he thought about throwing himself out the door but Tim knew that not only was that risky but did he really want to risk getting injured and stuck int he hospital with no food that he had his heart on? Nope! Time to think of something else.

After a few minutes, they pulled into an alleyway. Alright, this could work for him. Maybe just slip away when they weren’t looking. Easy, simple, he liked this.

Suddenly the car came to a stop in the middle of the always. Sitting up Tim looked around confused on why where they just here in the middle of this place where anyone could find them?! Handn’t they done this before or at least looked it up online before deciding to kidnap one of Wayne’s children?!

“Get the other car,”

Oh, they had a second car. Well, points to that. As he was yanked out of the car Tim just went limp, pretending to pass out. If they thought he did maybe they would have some struggle to get him the next car.

Suddenly he was just tossed over someone’s shoulder. Well, that never worked, why would it work now? Despite that, he was ready to figure out how to get home. The sound of something opening let him know that was probably the truck. Still being limp he was lowered down laid on the floor of the truck before it slammed shut.

Opening his eyes only after he felt the car starting Tim crossed his arms looking up into the darkness with a scowl on his face. Alright, now that he was alone there was an unknown window of time. First, he felt around with his hand looking for the strap that was often used in case kids got stuck in the trunk. Feeling around he found nothing.

“Right,” Tim mumbled before moving around to reach down to his watch pressing a button as small light blinked on. Taing off the watch he set it on his chest before moving to reach down to his show. A twist of the heel was made to reveal a lock picking kit. “Alright time to get out of here so I can get my food.”

Taking out the tools he started to mess with the lock moving the tools around trying find the right… mechaizmen…. A click. Ah ha! Carefully he held onto the lid waiting for the car to pull to a stop that way jumping out wasn’t going to cause to harm. Finally, it pulled to a stop peeking out he looked around the streets.

Carefully Tim slipped out of the trunk before moving carefully towards a shop. Going inside he kept down heading towards the back door when the front door slammed open “There he is!”

“Crap,” Tim shot off running towards the back door. Slamming it open he hurried over to the fire escape stairs. Lowering himself at the last moment he jumped up catching the end pulling himself up rushing up the stairs ignoring how his kidnappers struggled to try to get the stairs to pull down. “Sorry, I got to go!”

Getting to the top Tim looked around for an entrance. Finding the door he ran to it wiggling the handle only to find it locked. Now he could pick it but that would give the others time to reach him. Besides he didn’t want to lose his kit, it was brand new!

Going to the end of the building he looked over before humming. Yeah, that would be a perfect place to land on. Now all he needed was the sped. Running back to the end Tim took a breath before running full sped leaping off the building.

The second he got close enough to landing he tucked and rolled before springing back up running towards the door. Not waiting to see if it was locked or opened he kicked it open. No time to waste he hurried down the stairs to before ended up on a ninth floor.

Going out he realized he was in a realtor building. Luckily they had an elevator. Going over he pushed a button waiting. As he stood there Tim tried to fix his suit. It had gotten a bit crinkled with all that drama from work. Pushing the coat down trying to get the lines out e noticed that his phone was missing.

He would have to delete everything on there when he got home. Luckily it had a failsafe on it and if those thugs tried to use it the thing would fray itself out. Still, that was a nice phone! Had all his music on it… oh well, he’d pick up another one on the way home.

The bing, the doors opening as Tim walked in thinking about all his favorite foods he was going to be ordering tonight. Pork fried rice, sesame chicken, Sweet and sour chicken, beef and broccoli, cream cheese wontons, egg fu young, ah, there was much he was going to order and the leftovers he was going to put them in containers tomorrow that way he could eat them for and lunch.

Getting downstairs he sighed before asking the front desk if he could make a call. He called a few of his brothers, Jason, Dick to come to pick him up.

But those jerks! They wanted him to give up his bid to take out! Hanging up on them Tim st his hands on his hips debating on what he was about to do and if it was childish enough to warrant the single e was about to give out.

It was time to be childish.

“You know when you said you it was matter of life and death, I thought you meant actually dying,” Kon said as he carried Tim in his arms towards the Manor. “I don’t think fighting over what take out is life or death, Tim.”

“Have you’ve ever been to my family's take out night?” Tim asked as he held on smiling. He kissed Kon’s cheek. “Thanks for getting here so fast.”

“You screamed ‘Kon, I’m dying!’ of course I got there fast!” Kon said before smiling at the kiss. He held Tim a little closer before moving to fly lower as the Manor came into view. “You know for a place where some of the scariest people live is also one of the most beautiful places.”

“The Manor was in the talk of Home and Gardens,” It was said with pride because, well, yes Wayne Manor was a very lovely place to live and screamed wealth. As they landed on the balcony outside his room Tim gave Kon a kiss on the lips, a chase one but still loving. “Thank you, I’ll text you later!”

“See ya!”

Once showered, dried and dressed Tim hurried downstairs. He would have to grab a phone from the cave, for now, to use until he got a new one. Once he picked one that he liked, copied all his things to the new phone Tim Destroyed the old one.

Running back upstairs he headed towards the kitchen Tim got there in time to see everyone watching the news. At first, he wondered what happened and if this ruined the chance of his food but then he noticed that it was his own kidnapping.

“Well, looks like Drake is fine,” Damian said turned around. “Shame, with you gone I would have been able to beat these idiots easily,”

“Shut up, Satan’s child!” Jason snapped at him as he crossed his arms. “Brat’s right now, it would have been easier.”

“Glad you’re alright, Tim,” Dick grinned going over to hug before pulling back face getting serious. “But it’s time to battle.”

“First things first,” Bruce came over to Tim “Post something your social media so people won’t keep report that you’ve been kidnapped.”

“Right,” Tim said glaring at Dick as the older Robin backed away as they eyes each other up. He took out his phone opening up his app while asking “What game are we playing tonight, Bruce?”

“We haven’t drawn out the games yet,” Walking over to a small bowl that had small pieces of paper folded up into squares. Holding it up Bruce nodded to boys as they all sat down around the island table waiting. Bruce shuffled the papers before holding one up. “First game tonight. Janga. The ten-second rule applies, everyone has that time to make their move, if you miss it, you’re out.”

Tim paused to take a picture of himself flashing a peace sign while added that he was safe at home and that it was thanks to Batman. Yeah, he’s dealing with the press another day. Looking back he was already thinking about how to make his first move, well depending on who went first second and third.

“Second part will be,” Bruce moved the papers again before pulling out another one looking it over for a second. “Calculations.”

Dick frowned slightly, not that he was bad at it but going against Tim? That was going to be a challenge not to mention he could tell that the stakes where high tonight. Tim had an air of wanting to win and it was strong.

“After that, the final challenge will be,” A toss of the bowl before the last paper came out. “Connet four.”

“Tt.” Damian looked at the other three eyes narrowed. It was a simple childish game but placing that game in the mix with them? He knew he’d have to be careful. “When do we start?”

“Now.” Bruce turned around picking up the Jenga game opening it. “You know the rules, last one standing gets food order rights. Now, since we did it youngest to oldest last week, will go oldest to youngest.”

Everyone wast tensely watching as Tim placed his last block on top as the tower wobbled a bit before going back to being still. Once it stilled moved forward quickly eyes scanning the thing as his time was quickly going he got one block out placing it on top before they all paused as the thing wiggled more threating to topple over.

Crash!

“Yes!” Tim shouted throwing his arms up into the air “I win!”

“I’ll kill you, Drake!”

“You lot, so shut it!” Tim yelled as the two of them started to face off only to be ripped again. “Hey!”

“Enough!” Bruce set them down. “Damian, you lost. Alright, let’s move on with calculations.”

Dick was struggling as he answered another question. On the paper there were ten questions, each of them made by Bruce, did he ever put an easy one? No! Not at all so he was trying to get done as soon as possible. If anything he had to be at least second to move on to the next round.

The scrapping of paper, however, was unnerving and he could hear how fast Tim was going. Damn, this was a major disadvantage with this challenge. Tim was a well-known genius and maybe people underestimated Jason but the second Robin was a lot smarter than most people knew.

The hope had been that Tim would have been taken out in the first round but since that didn’t happen he had to do his best to get all the answers right and to finish on time. The stupid timmer was a half hour but he almost cringed when he heard the small ping of the bell in and Tim call out that he was done.

Trying to force his mind to work fast Dick scribbled down his answers as fast as he could. The second bell made him wince as he could feel Jason’s smirk even though he hadn’t looked up. Once he was done he flipped his paper over and smacked the bell.

“Done!”

“Alright, there were two minutes and three seconds left on the bell.” Bruce closed his phone before taking all the papers reading them over. “Tim got every answer right.”

“Of course,” Jason rolled his eyes. “Come on, old man who’s it gonna be me or Dick?”

Taking a minute to go over both the papers Bruce took his time before looking up. “Jason is the winner. Dick, you forgot to show your work on two of these.”

“Noooooooo!” Dick cried laying his head down. “I wanted pizza!”

“F*ck yeah!” Jason yelled standing up before glaring at Tim, his hand patting his hidden gun. “Ready to lose?”

“Like that’s going to happen,” Tim glared standing full height though it did very little against how tall Jason was. “Get ready to be buried twice.”

“Damn, that’s cold,” Jason smirked. “Alright, bring it on!”

The rules were the same as Janga, you have ten seconds to get your move in or you lost. Tim and Jason had been moving their red and black pieces as fast as possible as well as keeping tabs on each other’s moves.

Baby blue eyes and Lazurus’s green eyes glared at each other while they moved their pieces down into the slots as the pieces continued to fall until finally there was only a few moved left. Jason moving one over only he bearly missed the line as it fell into the wrong slot before he could snag it up.

“No! Damn it!”

Without hesitation, Tim put his second to the last piece in before jumping up with his hands raised high. “Yes! I am victorious!”

“Damn it!” Jason hit his fists on the table before sitting back. “Whatever, you got lucky!”

“Don’t be a sore loser, Jay,” Dick laughed as he moved to put the game away.

“It makes you look pathetic, Todd.”

“You were sulking this whole time!”

“Enough!” Bruce yelled as he pulled out his phone. “Alright, Tim, what are we ordering?”

As the Silence of the Lambs played, it was near the end in the Family movie room. In front of them on the coffee table, it was full of Chinese take out boxes. Everyone had their own plate filled with this and that from the place and even got seconds.

Tim was in his chair next to Bruce watching the movie as he slowly ate the late of his food eyes closing a little. Even though the movie wasn’t scary to him, hell they have seen worse. With the last bite of his food, the warm bubbling feeling that had settled in his stomach the second the food had arrived was expanding as he felt relaxed and peaceful.

Shifting more he laid his head on Bruce’s shoulder slowly dozing up thinking about what leftover Chinese food he was going to eat tomorrow. Just before he could slip all the way under he made a mental note that next week he wanted Korean food.

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Suits and Secret Moments part 11 of 13

The series is beginning to wind down a bit! I have at least 2 (maybe 3) parts after this. So, within the enxt two or three weeks this will be done!

Once again, thanks to everyone who has read it and those who have been messaging with me back and forth as I decided what direction to take this story in!I know how it will end and you’ve all helped me bridge the chapters together.

Trigger warning and themes- lies, betrayal, heartbreak, manipulation, violence

There are moments in life where you have to make decisions that could make your life take a completely different route. For example- that day that T’Chaka Udaku himself dame to talk t to your high school class, you abandoned all thoughts of whatever you were originally going to college for in favor of a major that would get you hired at his company.

You hasn’t necessarily planned on having kids. At least not yet. But you found yourself pregnant and you’re patiently awaiting the arrival of your child, a mixture of apprehension and excitement swirling inside of your stomach every time you feel the child move.

You never planned on hurting Erik. In fact you took every precaution to reassure that you didn’t. You and T’Challa cut contact unless you were both hanging out with Erik. You reassured him that even though you did not fall as quickly as he did, you still feel something special with him. You love him and you took every measure to make him feel though.

Your downfall, though… your downfall was not meeting up with Onika, but not telling Erik that you did so.

He makes that evident as you have your first real fight, voices hushed and heated, like a flame: harmless when contained but deadly if not monitored closely.

“ I can’t believe not that you not only met up with my ex, but you didn’t even have the decency to tell me?,” he hisses.

It’s been three weeks since that day. Erik ended up picking Darion up from school, and Onika happened to be on parking lot duty today.

The truth came out and here you are five hours later, Erik confronting you about it. He’s mad but it’s not the mad where he was when he found out that Darion got hit at school and the playground attendant did nothing about it. It’s quiet. Angry. Contained.

He’s holding back his anger, and it’s worse because you’d rather him get it out so you can move on.

“I promised her!”

“You’re committed to me, “ he snaps ,”Not Onika. I should’ve known that Darion’s mother is working at his school and you know that.”

You do know that. In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t for the best to keep that from Erik. You were trying to do the right thing though and you truly thought that you were.

“Erik! I’m sorry,” you take his hand in yours “please! You have to believe that I never would do something to hurt you.”

“That’s the same empty lie T’Challa told you. Isn’t it? Now you’re using it on me,” he deadpans.

And you don’t know if it’s because he’s mad and hurt or if he really sees it that way. Perhaps he really does feel the tables have turned, that he is you and you are T’Challa and he’s going to get hurt.

But you grab your keys, telling him to call you when he wants to actually talk before leaving for your own apartment for the night.

It isn’t until you’re sitting in your hand packed apartment, boxes everywhere as you maneuver through the cardboard box jungle and flop into your bed that the tears stream down your face.

You could call Deena, but she’d confront Erik. Peter would let you vent and if he was a bit older and not consumed with his own drama you’d totally take him up on that. But he’s stressed enough and this doesn’t concern him.

So you call the only other person you can.

“Hello?”

“T’Challa,” your voice cracks.

“Hey, what is wrong? Why are you crying?”

Maybe this is a mistake but you need someone to listen. And maybe you’ll regret this tomorrow but right now, you know he’ll be here for oh. and that’s good enough.

“I need to talk to you.”

There’s a beat, a momentary silence, a pregnant pause before you hear these four words: “I’m on my way”.

So you lean back in your bed, trying not to stress out for the baby’s sake.

T’Challa is on his way, and you just need a friend. You’ve done that for him and he for you.

Because right now, in a surprising turn of events… he’s the only one you can depend on.

What you don’t know is that there’s someone else behind all of this, an individual who has an influential role in all of this and assumes that they will never be figured out.

And when they do… you’ll have all of the pieces to the puzzle.

Because what’s done in the dark can’t be hidden long. It will come to the light.

And when the light shines on it…Everything will be much clearer.

When you open your apartment door, T’Challa finds you clad in one of your old college t-shirts, the fabric stretching out across your pregnant stomach. You're clad in a pair of maternity leggings. Your eyes are red and puffy. You look wore for the wear.

He feels awful when he thinks to himself how beautiful you still look.

‘’What happened,’’ T’Challa questions you, sleeping inside of the apartment, locking and closing the door behind him when he does so.

You pad over to the couch that has yet to be covered in plastic, something you were planning on doing tomorrow.

‘’So… I ran into Onika a few weeks ago.’’

Ah. Onika. She’s quite infamous in the Udaku family for that stunt she pulled half a decade ago- leaving N’Jadaka all alone to raise Drion by himself, no call or text or even an email since. T'Challa never really liked her, never really liked the way she always seemed flighty. It was clear that N’Jadaka wanted a clean start after her, because she really did him wrong. That was the first time he’d ever been in love. And T’Challa has never seen his cousin so happy as he was when he was with Onika.

He'd’ never seen him so broken. Not since his mother passed away. When Onika left him behind, N’Jadaka kept asking himself the same questions: What did he do wrong?, Why would she do that?, and would she ever come back?

That’s the same thing that he asked himself when he lost you, but he already knows that he did wrong and why you stopped speaking to him and left Wakanda Inc.: because he messed up the good thing that he had for something that seemed like an eas replacement, and he has to deal with it now.

This is his redemption, though. You trusted him enough to call him over to talk. That’s progress. No?

‘’How did that happen?’’

‘’She works at Darion’s school,’’ you settle into the couch cushions, waving your hand, ‘’That’s not why I asked you to come here, though.’’

‘’Let me guess: you told N’Jadaka and he was less than thrilled.’’

Of course he was. N’Jadaka has made it his mission in life to forget Onika, removing all traces of her. Whatever she left behind, he destroyed or got rid of. Gone were pictures of the love of his life, the mother of his child. He cleaned his apartment and sheets until her scent was no longer presence, deleted all social media to avoid having to see her, purposely acted as if he had no idea who the neighbors were talking about if they asked about her.

So now, for her to walk into his life like it’s a nice sunny day in a park, five and a half years later… he’s not feeling it. He’s really, really not. T’Challa knows why. Because he felt that way when Nakia did the same thing to him, applying to Wakanda Inc. shortly before T’Chaka left the company to his son.

So, it’s with narrowed eyes and suspicion creeping into every syllable the way doubt is creeping into your own mind that he asks, ‘’Did you do this to hurt him?’’

‘’What?!’’

‘’I know you. He’s committed to you. You’re just as scared of commitment as I was. So now, when you see someone who really wants to love you and raise a family and be with you and treat you like his equal… it terrifies you.’’

The silence is loud as his words hang in the air, like a chandelier ready to fall on its victim- beautiful and nice to look at, but heavy and dangerous if ill-timed.

It’s beautiful that T’Challa knows you so well, still.

It’s heavy that he knows exactly what you’re feeling, before you even know it yourself.

‘’I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him,’’ you snap, ‘’I’m not her.’’

T'Challa visibly relaxes then,settling back against he golden pillow that adorns your cream-colored couch, ‘’Good. Because he’s head over heels for you.’’

‘’I love him too,’’ you reply, ‘’And I think I’m in love with him.’’

T’Challa ignores the way his heart skips a beat, pushing forward with his questions and statements.

‘’So what made you hold onto that secret?’’

‘’Onika asked me to. She told me she wanted to see Darion without Erik being involved or something,’’you rub your eyes, tiredness beginning to make you feel a bit fuzzy, the truth coming out.

‘’So…,’’ T’Challa slips his feet onto your coffee table, ‘’You know that's probably why he was mad right? Because he's trying to protect Darion. He doesn't want him to find out about Onika and her ditch him again,’’

You hadn’t really thought about that. At least not fully.

‘’And then you also didn’t tell him because you’re worried if he knew that Onika was in a place where he could easily talk to her that he will go for her again, to rebuild their ‘love story’. Tell me that I’m wrong,’’ T’Challa raises an eyebrow at you.

There it is- he found the truth that was hidden down inside of you, underneath the fears that and walls that Erik had tried so hard to crush and dismantle in pursuit of your heart.

‘’He still loves her, though! He wouldn’t care so much about this if he didn’t have some strong feelings! I heard us argue, but I Heard passion more than anything. He still cares! He always will. He falls so fast, T’Challa. She was his first love and the mother of his child. I don’t know how to compete with hat.’’

T’Challa sighs then, silently kicking himself for being part of the reason that yo y believed that N’Jadaka would dare betray you.

‘’You're not her, no. But N’Jadaka… he doesn’t love based off of proximity. He can’t. In fact, he wouldn’t be with a woman if he didn’t think that they’d be good to Darion and treat him ell. He sees that you do. He practically gushed about it at the last family dinner night. It was sickening.’’

T’Challa’s light tone causes a giggle to bubble up inside of you, and it spills out into the air before you can contain it.

Bast.

He’s missed that sound so much. ‘’He loves you,’’ T’Challa continues, because he has no time to fall in love with you all over again and drive a bigger wedge between him and N’akada than there was when he confessed that he couldn’t stand Onika, ‘’Look, you may question me. I do not lie about this, though. I promise, N’Jadaka loves you so much. I know for a fact. You did not see the way that he was looking at you at dinner last month. I know my cousin. He’s found a good thing, and he wouldn’t dare let you go. Not unless you pushed him away or walked away.’’J

That makes you giddy and upset all at the same time because now you have absolutely no choice but to confront your fear: commitment.

He wants it and you want it. Gone is any excuse you have to run from it. You know Erik is what is best for you, so why can’t you just let it be for ronce?’’

‘’Sometimes, ‘’T’Challa tells you, taking your hand in his, ‘’You gotta look at all the facts and still dive right in. Don’t… don’t make my mistake. Don’t let someone who you love and who treats you right go and hope that you find someone else that you can grow with. Please. Take a chance.’’

‘’Take a chance’’.

Those are the same words that he would have whispered to you two months ago if you’d taken him back, if you’d even given him the time of day.

Four months ago, he definitely would’ve tried to sleep with you, tried to lure you away from Erik. He would’ve promised you a night of passion in exchange for you dumping Erik, and he’s ashamed to even think of it now. He would've made empty promises, knowing how fickle he used to be, how waiving his mind still is sometimes.

Now, though, he settles for passing you tissues and comforting you, pulling the blanket over you when you fall asleep, after firm instruction to tell him to just spend the night, the roads being too slippery for him to try to travel tonight.

Good intentions often lead to bad confrontations, though. T’Challa knows this.

Like when Erik tried to introduce you two, right? It opened up some pettiness and irritation.

Him being there for you opened up the door to a possibly beautiful friendship between the two of you…

But it also opens the door to allegations and to whispers and to theories and to jumping to conclusions.

So when Erik opens the door the next day to find you and his cousin asleep on the same couch… he sees red.

Because had it been any body but T’Challa with anybody but you, it’d been fine. If it had been T’Challa with anyone else but you, or vice versa, he would’ve been fine.

But this is T’Challa and it’s you and he knows your history and the feelings and emotions that don’t just go away.

He knows.

He’s been trying to push those same thoughts and feelings about a certain brown-haired, cinnamon-skinned beauty for five and a half years now.

There’s no surprise when he starts screaming at you too, then, is there? No shock coursing through you when his fist connects with T’Challa’s, when you he to yell for him to stop. When he calms down because he can't see it’s stressing you out and, well, you’re carrying his baby (maybe?) he sits at the kitchen table, eyes peering at T’Challa through his gold-rimmed glasses as the other man nurses a pack of frozen peas that you'd yet to clean out of your freezer.

‘’Someone start talking. Now,’’ Erik seethes, running hand through his short dreads,’’ ‘Cause this don’t look good for either one of you right now. Sneaking around and spending the night and I got to find it after taking my kid to his grandpa’s place.’’

‘’N’Jadaka, nothing happened!,’’ you slowly make your way to his, gagging his reaction to your approaching figure carefully, ‘’I promise.’’

‘’That sure ain’t what it look like!’’

‘’Looks can be deceiving, cousin.’’

‘’Man, T, don't even go there. I’ve been dealing with you acting all superior and perfect and like you can do no wrong, always competing with me and provoking jealousy your whole life, everyone thinks you’re the good guy and all you ever did was hurt girls after Nakia left you, breaking one heart after the other.’’

‘’You were the same way, N’Jadaka. Or need I remind you about the woman you met before Onika?,’’ T’Challa spits, fighting fire with fire, ‘’Don't start this fight, N’Jadka. I will not have it.’’

‘’I will not have it,’’ you place the emphasis on ‘I’, ‘’This is my apartment. Now, Erik. nothing happened. He came over because I called him, yes. But we spent so much of the night figuring out how to save my relationship with you.’’

‘’Yeah>?,’’ he deadpans, obviously not impressed, ‘’Why's that?’’

‘’Because…,’’ you take a deep breath, ‘’I’m in love with you.’’

He blinks once, twice, again, fourth time. For the first time in the nearly two years that you've known him (probably a shorter amount of time, but it feels like it’s been awhile) , Erik is speechless.

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ you nod, feeling a weight lifting off of your shoulders then.

You’re truly in love with him. It took this and almost losing him to see it, but it’s the truth

If you’re gonna face your fears, you might as well do it for the right one.

T’Challa can’t understand what the difference between ‘I love you’’ and ‘’I’m in love with you’’ is,but he knows that something special is happening to you two. There’s an energy of sorts shifting in between the two of you, something that he can’t quite put his finger on, one that he wishes he could take and pocket for himself.

He’s lost you. He'll never get you back. Not now. Not unless there’s some change of events.

But you’re happy and N'Jadaka is happy. So, yeah. Maybe he doesn’t want that change of events.

So N’Jadaka apologizes and T’Challa forgives him and slips out of the apartment as you and Erik embrace, a cheesy and romantic way to start your morning and to end a fight that could have been a lot worse had T’Challa not intervened.

Wow. He really did dive a woman he still loves back into the arms of his cousin. On purpose. Something that T’Challa is well aware he never would’ve done this time last year.

That shows growth.

More importantly, though, T’Challa did it because he loves you.

Sometimes love doesn't look like ending up with someone. It looks like dog what is best for them and for their heart.

Maybe one day he won’t have to keep telling himself that.

The door close behind him, and he realizes, that, yes, he did the right thing.

Maybe one day he’ll wholeheartedly agree with that and not regret his decision.

Yeah.

Maybe someday.

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quiet-onset · 7 years ago

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Chapter Eleven:

Your father was a brilliant man. And he knew it.

The difference between him and other geniuses was that he used his intelligence to help others. He had worked on many different projects over the years. Some were successes and some were failures, but that never stopped him from trying again. He was a psychologist and a scientist, both areas of expertise coming in handy for his current project.

He was making rounds around the lab, his white lab coat catching the light breeze. He marked a few things down on his clipboard at each station before continuing. He’d give words of encouragement to each of coworkers. He was listening in on a small debate between two lab techs before he heard his name being called.

“Daniel! Daniel!”

He turned to see his head assistant, Paul, rushing toward him. Your father gave him an amused look as Paul grabbed him by the arm and hauled him away. “Where’s the fire, Paul?”

“This is serious! We think it might be working.”

Daniel paused when he realized his close friend was serious. They were just outside the simulation room when he placed his hands on Paul’s shoulders. “Don’t play games with me.” He warned.

“I’m not.” Paul nodded. “Come on.”

When they entered the simulation room, there were a few lab techs inside, waiting for the two men. Paul nodded to one of them which prompted them to start the simulation.

On the screen, a brain appeared, colored in many different hues in each lobe. Paul pointed to it, “This is a brain with PTSD. You know we’ve been trying different combinations for years to try and perfect the serum.”

“Of course,” Daniel said. “To try and balance out the hormones.”

“We’ve finally found it.”

Paul pressed a button on the keyboard and waited for the simulation to change. A chemical equation appeared on the side while the men watched the dark red of the brain faded into blue. Daniel let out a breath of disbelief before smiling wide. He looked at his partner. “Do you realize what this means?” Paul said.

“This could cure PTSD, reduce panic attacks,” Daniel gushed. “The impact is endless!”

The two were busy basking in their success and happiness that they didn’t notice the group of observers slip into the room. When Daniel finally saw them, he tilted his head in confusion. There weren’t any tours scheduled for today, he thought.

“Ugh, Paul, can you make sure this updated paperwork is on my desk within the hour?”

“Of course.”

Sending Paul on his way, Daniel walked up to the group, shaking the tour guide’s hand, a supervisor he recognized as Garrett. “I didn’t know we had a tour today.” He smiled.

Garrett spoke to the group. “And here we have the man in charge. This is Dr. Daniel Y/L/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you all.”

“These are the investors that just bought into Tomorrow. Meet Mr. Müller, Mrs. Schröder, and Dr. Schmidt.” He introduced your father to each of them as he shook their hands.

As Daniel shook Dr. Schmidt’s hand, he noticed the ring on his finger. It seemed to resemble tentacle, peaking his interest as it did look familiar to him. “Those are German names, right?”

“Very perceptive.” Mrs. Schröder nodded, her accent thick and heavy.

“It seems you’ve had a breakthrough.” Mr. Müller added.

“Oh,” Daniel said. “We’re just, um, putting the final touches on the research. All of this is just in theory anyway.”

Dr. Schmidt clapped a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t undersell yourself, son.”

Daniel looked into his eyes and felt an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. He thanked God when Paul called him away from the group. When he started speaking, Daniel wasn’t listening but was trying to eavesdrop on the group’s conversation.

“I want him.” He heard Dr. Schmidt say. “He will be a good addition, and his research is almost complete.”

“How do we know it works? This is meant to help with mental illness, not create an army.” Mr. Müller asked.

“Obviously, we will test it. We have more than enough test subjects. It's simply a matter change of fixing the hormone imbalance.” Mrs. Schröder said.

Garrett nodded, “Hydra will not be disappointed. Dr. Y/L/N is the best of the best.”

Now, Daniel wasn’t sure what Hydra was or what army they were trying to build, but he knew that, if tampered with correctly, his research could be used to make people docile.

So, Daniel excused himself and went straight to his office. When he typed Hydra into the web search bar, he had to hold back a gasp. A worldwide terrorist organization stemming from Nazi Germany was trying to steal his research.

For a moment, he felt paralyzed, as if he couldn’t breathe. He had never been up against something so evil, something way above his pay grade. But here he was. And he knew that he couldn’t just sit idly by while his researching was being stolen.

So, he started working himself into a frenzy. He finalized his research by hand, opting not to enter it into the system. He then printed all of his essential research files before deleting them from the Tomorrow server and his computer. After gathering his work, he looked around his office for what he feared might be the last time before exiting and booking it to his own home.

When Daniel arrived home, the door slammed open and closed, perking your mother’s ears up. When she saw that it was only her husband, she relaxed. “Don’t do that!” She scolded. “You know the girls get scared like that.”

“Are they home?” He asked frantically.

“The twins are. Y/N should be on the school bus back right now. Why?”

“We have to go. Now.” He said. “I’ll go pack a bag for the twins. You pack Y/N’s. We gotta leave.”

Your mother’s brow snapped together in confusion. Daniel was usually so laid back and relaxed, so seeing him pace around the living room in a frenzy had her worried. “Woah, slow down. What’s the problem?”

“The people I work for, they’re…” He trailed off, searching for the right words. “Dangerous. We need to pack and go.”

Just as your mother was about to respond, you walked through the front door with a big smile on your face. You learned how to play a new song on the guitar during music class that day; you were eager to show them. Upon seeing the surprise and fear on their faces, your smile dropped. You were only eleven at the time, but you could sense the tension. You looked at the two, your shoulders drooping a bit. “Mom, Dad, what’s wrong?”

Your dad didn’t hesitate walking up to you and crouching down to your height. “Nothing, sweetie. Say, do you wanna go on a trip?”

“Dad, I—”

“I need you to go to your bedroom and pack a suitcase. Just the essentials. We’re going away for awhile.”

You shook your head, “What about school? What about my friends?”

Your mother looked over his shoulder and gave you a look. She knew you could argue all day. You were like her in that sense. “Listen to your father, hon.”

Only after eyeing your parents one last time do you head toward the stairs. You climbed the stairs hyper-aware of your mom and dad watching you. You waited until you were down the hall and heard their voices again to tiptoe to the edge and crouch down. Your sisters peeked out of their room to see you on the ground. “What are you doing?” Melody asked.

“You look stupid,” Harmony added.

“Any other day, I’d have a comeback that you probably wouldn’t even understand,” You whispered to the twins. “But right now, I need you to shut up so I can listen to Mom and Dad.”

Your sisters started to protest, but you shushed them, waving them back to their rooms. Your parents were finally getting back to the issue at hand, so you needed silence.

“Daniel, you know I can protect us,” Dahlia said quietly.

Your dad sighed, “You haven’t done that in years. I thought you wanted a low profile.”

“I do, but not at the expense of my family. I was born to protect others.”

“Dahlia—”

“Danny,” Your mother used his nickname, knowing that it would calm him. “I made a home here from nothing. I found you, we had three beautiful daughters, and I’m not gonna let some dangerous people run me out of my home.”

You could tell your mother was starting to get angry at the thought of anyone threatening her family, but Daniel simply placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed up and down. They both stood there for a moment in silence, relishing the sheer presence of each other. With three kids running around, and him working all the time, it was rare that they had time to themselves. They knew, though, that this peace couldn’t last forever.

“Please. They know too much.” Daniel pleaded. “We need to take the girls and my research and go.”

“Your research?” Dahlia asked. “What can they do with that?”

“I’ll tell you on the way. Just humor me, please.”

Your mother sighed, and you knew that was her sign of conceding. You saw her nod and watched as he placed a kiss on her forehead. That was when you raced to your room to avoid being seen. You began throwing clothes in a suitcase, vaguely hearing your sisters call you weird and your mother’s footsteps coming up the stairs.

It was about an hour later that you were on the road. It had taken a bit longer than planned due to your begging to take your guitar with you. When the five of you were finally in the station wagon, you tuned out your sisters’ bickering as the car drove the road.

You watched your familiar neighborhood disappear out of your window, watching as the roads gradually became more and more unrecognizable. As if the world could sense your melancholy, it started to drizzle outside, the water droplets bouncing off the car’s exterior. You tried to make a game of following one droplet as it ran down the window, your parents’ small talk rendering you annoyed.

You knew you weren’t a grown up and that you probably wouldn’t understand the magnitude of whatever was happening. You still wanted to know. You felt like you deserved to know. Your parents were uprooting your entire life with virtually no explanation, then had the nerve to talk about the weather as if nothing had happened. Was it that easy for them?

You lost your train of thought as the car made a left turn onto a dirt road in the forest. You sat up, turning to try and see behind you. There was nothing around that you recognized, but you had to admit that you were scared. The rain was starting to pour and the fact that fog was starting to become apparent didn’t help.

“Dad, where are we?” You finally asked.

“Just trust me, sweetie.” He told you.

He found a conveniently cleared space just big enough for the car and stopped. Dahlia turned to him in her seat. “How long have you had this place?”

“Since I found out where you’re really from. Just in case.” He said with a shrug. “It’s completely off the grid. I made sure of it.”

He announced that it was time for everyone to exit the car. Your sisters jumped out, ready to play in the rain. They were always very fond of that sort of weather. You trudged out behind them and groaned when you felt the ground sink under your feet. “I hate mud.” You muttered.

You saw your parents starting to cover the car with branches and leaves. You stood behind your mother with your arms crossed. “So when will we know what’s happening?” You asked.

“Get your things from the trunk, Y/N.” She said.

You rolled your eyes and attempted to stomp your way to the back of the car, your feet slapping the mud. Your father eyed you. “Don’t roll your eyes at your mother, young lady.” He warned.

You grabbed your suitcase in one hand and your guitar case in the other. You waited for the rest of your family to grab theirs as you looked at your surroundings. There were trees all around; you couldn’t see much else past their leaves. You figured it must be much prettier and less ominous when it wasn’t raining.

A few minutes later, your father would lead your small family on a short hike. It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, but your sisters would not stop complaining in their young age. Your mother would hush them with a short look in her eye as they continued. Then, you saw it.

A small clearing with an old cabin dead center.

It was a bit elevated, the front acting as a sort of porch. The wood was fading from brown to a sort of grayish color. It was a small, sad-looking cabin, but it seemed to match the situation perfectly so you couldn’t complain. This was your new home.

It took a while getting used to you. The cabin seemed much smaller when you entered, and you were disappointed to learn that you’d have to share a room with your sisters. You loved your sisters, but living in the same room as them proved to be a challenge. It took a whole year of bickering and family meetings to finally fall into a groove.

You all had a sort of routine. Your mother would teach you with what little books and material she managed to bring along. Then you went hunting with your father while your sisters learned survival skills with your mother. When the two of you came back, you would go out back to gather firewood for the tiny fireplace. Then, you’d eat dinner with your family and go to bed, repeating the entire process in the morning. It was a weird routine, but it was yours, nonetheless. You followed it to a tee.

Until one day, it was interrupted.

Your father had gone out of a shopping trip. Every few months, Daniel would have to go out and buy new clothes for you and your sisters, as you were still growing. He made sure to dress so his face couldn’t be seen and went back out into the world. Sometimes, you were jealous of him, but you knew it was for the best.

Everything was going smoothly as Daniel exited the clothing store. With two shopping bags in each hand, he walked toward the car he’d hot-wired to get there.

Then, all of a sudden, he collided with a stranger, his hat falling off in the process.

“I am so sorry.” The stranger said. He bent down to help Daniel pick up his belongings.

Daniel tried to keep his head down as his heartbeat sped up. “It’s fine, really. You don’t have to.”

“No, I insist. Besides, I’m the one who bumped into you.” The stranger picked up his hat just before Daniel could grab it. He looked up at the stranger and nodded in thanks.

Without another word, he put the cap on his head and booked it to the car, leaving the scene as quickly as possible.

Later that day, you were out hunting with your father near the clearing where your parents had parked their car nearly a year and a half ago. You separated from him but stayed where he could see you. You were aiming for a bird that settled on a low branch with your rifle. You never had great aim, but you were sure you could hit that bird. Suddenly, you saw three men. Your eyes widened as you watched them start to uncover the car that you’d left behind.

When Daniel saw the distress on your face, he silently made his way over to you. “What’s wrong?” He whispered.

You pointed and waited as your father’s reaction mimicked yours. His head snapped your way as he grabbed you by the shoulders. “You run back to the cabin as fast as you can. Don’t make any noise until you get through the clearing.”

“Dad, what’s going——”

“Tell your mother that they’re coming. Then take your sisters and hide. Understand?”

You nodded quickly, taking off with a quick shove from your father. You ran as fast as your feet could carry you, making it back to the cabin in five minutes flat. You saw your sisters smiling at the fire they’d just started as you ran across the clearing. Dahlia looked at you with concern as you frantically kicked dirt over the fire, prompting your sisters to whine. You ignored them and turned to your mother, “They’re coming.”

You watched as your mother’s face slowly changed from confusion to seriousness. She bent down to look your sisters in the eyes. “Melody, Harmony, you go into the cabin with Y/N and hide. Listen to your sister, do you understand?”

You almost cringed at the fear in their eyes. Harmony’s lip trembled, “Mommy?”

“It’ll be okay, baby. I promise. Now go, hurry.”

You followed your sisters into the cabin, putting on a brave face. Melody immediately turned to you, “Y/N, what’s happening?”

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. “We just need to listen to Mom and Dad, okay? We’ll be fine.”

You looked around the small cabin for any kind of hiding space for the girls. You’d be damned if you hid before them. You noticed that the kitchen cabinets under the sink were small, and the twins would probably fit inside. “Here, come on.”

You let them crawl inside before crouching down. “You two stay down here and don’t make any noise unless me, Mom, or Dad says so. I don’t care who else comes in here. You don’t come out unless you hear one of us, got it?”

They nodded, tears in their eyes. You were about to say that everything was going to be okay, but you didn’t have the chance. You started to hear a commotion outside and knew you had to hide. You reminded them to be silent before you reluctantly closed the cabinet doors.

You ran to the nearest closet and got in. You were two seconds from closing the door when you heard a shout from the porch. The closet door wasn’t fully closed, but you wouldn’t be able to close it the rest of the way without being noticed by whoever was there, so instead, you peeked through the small crack.

Suddenly, you jumped as the front door collapsed, a body flying through it. In the doorway, you could make out your mother heaving in labored breaths. You let out a small gasp as you looked at her eyes.

They were dark blue. And they were glowing.

You watched as she stomped on a floorboard, pulling something from underneath. She unsheathed a sword that gleamed in the light. The light that reflected off your mother’s sword shined in your eyes, and you stumbled backward. You couldn’t see much of the fight, but when you saw your mother standing over a man, you thought it was almost over. You thought your mother had won.

But the man pulled out a gun.

Dahlia didn’t have any time to react before she felt a searing pain tear through her chest. She tried to fight against it, but it was like her body was paralyzed. You covered your mouth with your hands, tears running down your face as she collapsed to the floor. You tried your hardest to not make any noise as you watched your mother take her final breaths.

The man stood from the floor and dusted himself off as if he hadn’t just taken your mother’s life. Two men walked in, dragging your blood covered father behind them. They looked at the woman on the floor, and one of them chuckled. “We thought she almost had you, soldier.”

The man looked at him with cold eyes, his voice cutting through the silence. “What did I say about talking to me?”

The other man gulped, “Don’t.”

You only heard a deep grunt in response before the man they called soldier spoke again. “Outside. Let’s go.”

You immediately stepped back into the coats that filled the closet. You watched as they dragged your father back outside, the soldier following behind them. You could vaguely hear your father speaking as you slowly left the closet. “Please, leave them alone. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

You went up to your mom, tears in your eyes as you realized she was not yet dead. She took labored breaths as you cradled her head in your lap, careful to not make a sound.

“Y/N,” She croaked quietly. “You have to run.”

“I can’t leave you, Mom.” You whispered.

“You have to.” You could see her eyes rolling back. “Take the twins and run.”

With tears streaming down your cheeks, all you could do was murmur little no’s as her eyes rolled back in her head and closed for the final time. Quietly, you put her head back on the floor, wincing as you heard your father groan in pain. You went to the cabinet and whispered your arrival before opening the doors. “Melody, Harmony,” You started. “We have to run. But you still can’t make a noise.”

They nodded quickly, tears gathering once again in their eyes. “Where’s Mommy and Daddy?” Melody asked.

You parted your lips to answer but hesitated as you looked in the direction of your mother’s body. You shook your head. “Let’s go, c’mon.”

On the way out the back door, you reached under the kitchen table, grabbing the handgun that your father taught you to use. You tucked into the back of your pants before following the girls into the woods. As you entered the mess of grass and trees, you heard of the men shout, “They’re getting away!”

You tried your best to lose them, making sure you and the girls zigzagged to confuse them a bit. However, the three men had been trained in tracking their prey. It was only a matter of time.

Believing you’d lost them, you allowed yourself and your sisters to stop for a drink of water at a stream. They sat on the edge where you could see them as you crouched down and splashed your face with water. “Y/N?” Harmony asked.

“Hm?”

“You know we never mean it when we say we hate you?”

You looked up at their wide eyes as they sit side by side, cuddling with each other. Your brow furrowed as you stood up straight. “Of course I know that. Why do you ask?”

Melody watched the water as she spoke timidly. “Sometimes, when we got mad at Mommy and Daddy, we said we hate them, but now we don’t know where they are.”

Harmony sniffed, holding back tears. “What if they think we hate them?”

You looked at them sympathetically. You knew they were too young to understand what was going on. Hell, you didn’t even understand. But one thing that you knew for sure was how much your family loved one another. You were not gonna let them feel bad for being children.

You pulled your feet from the mud under you and walked to the edge to sit. Pulling your sisters close to you. “Don’t do that. Mom and Dad know you love them. And they love you, okay? Don’t you ever question that.”

You looked up at the setting sun as the snap of a branch got your attention. When you turned your head, you were relieved to only see a squirrel. Still, you stood up and dusted your pants off. “We should keep moving. Let’s go.”

Your sisters groaned but stood up anyway. You let them walk in front of you so you could see them. You hadn’t gotten a hundred feet away from the stream when it happened.

You felt something zip past your right ear and then your left one. Just like that, your sisters were on the ground, blood pouring from their bodies. You were paralyzed with fear and with anger. The only thing that made you turn around was the command of a voice. “Move and you’re dead.”

You could hear two sets of footsteps coming up to the scene as you heard the man’s gun cock loudly. Suddenly, the booming voice who you recognized as the soldier who killed your mom carried through the air.

“I gave you one command. To capture the kids.”

“What does it matter?” You heard the man turn around. “Two less witnesses.”

“Do you know what happens to people who disobey me?”

“Please, tell me. What hap—“

He didn’t get the chance to answer. While they were talking, you’d turned around and pulled out your gun. With shaky hands, you’d aimed at the man’s head, your teeth grinding in anger. You pulled the trigger, and the man fell face forward onto the ground.

Just like your sisters.

That was when you finally saw the man who killed your mother. His hair was long and brown, his eyes a shade of blue that seemed to pierce through to your soul. What caught your attention though was his arm, the metal clicking into place as he straightened the limb. Letting out a huff, he leaned over to the last man. “Go prep the van.”

As he went to follow orders, the soldier stared you down, not worried about the gun you pointed at him. “You’re not gonna win this, kid.”

You said nothing as you simply cocked the gun once more. He sighed and watched your hands shake. You pulled the trigger once, your brow raising in shock when he catches it and drops the piece of metal to the ground.

With tears welling up in your eyes, you pull the trigger again. And again. And again. The soldier uses his metal arm to deflect them all, careful to not send then ricocheting back to you as he steps closer and closer with every shot.

Finally, the barrel is empty, and he is towering over you. He roughly grabs the gun and throws it to the side, causing you to jump.

“Let’s go, kid.”

Everything else was a blur of your screams and your family’s dead bodies. You vaguely remembered him throwing you over his shoulder, hardly flinching as you punched his back and kicked at his front. Once back to the clearing, he threw you into the back of a van and looked down at you. You thought you saw a glimpse of sympathy as he placed his hands on the doors. He then avoided your gaze and looked down at the ground. “Just be glad you’re alive.”

When he closed the doors, you were only left with a reflection of yourself.

Your eyes were dark blue. And they were glowing.

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thenerdyunhealthybrit · 7 years ago

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Loneliness and Smoking: The Cost of desire to reconnect

Prompt: Met on the fire escape outside the apartment for smokes AU

A/N: Okay, quick little note, basically since last Summer I vowed to myself to get into FanFic writing. Little note, I did give it a go back in 2011 with Buffy/Angel and Charmed, but what happened was that I’d get hooked on a new show and lose motivation and the will to write more, this was on an old account which I’ve since forgotten the password and deleted the email account for it (But it’s DrBangelWho if anyone is curious about a 14 year old’s foray into FanFic). Anyway, I wrote a page of a FanFic I was writing when on holiday, but haven’t gotten back to it since on the holiday I got too busy (It was a Film Festival) and once again got distracted and Uni took over. So, this one is just for me to get into the swing of things. There is no planning, making it up on the spot and I took this prompt from the list of Prompts on the Klaroline FanFic directory. So wish me luck!

If you asked Caroline “where you’d see yourself in 10 years” when she was 15, she would have said “I would have graduated from Yale with a degree in journalism and anchoring the late-night news slot on CNN, gearing up for the prime-time slot when I’m thirty, and living with my future husband, Stefan”. Yeah, 15 year old Caroline was naïve, because here she is 25, single living in New York with Stefan, working as a hotel receptionist, her best friend and his latest “Epic Love” Ivy – Seriously he only met her two days ago and she’s already unofficially moved in. For all she knows, Ivy could be a psychopath ready to murder us in the night!

Currently, Caroline is stuck at the umpteenth weekly dinner, in attendance is her, Stefan who is fondling Ivy’s hands non-stop, Damon who is clearly trying to get off with Elena – Why Elena is married to him, Caroline doesn’t know and she does not understand why her friends and close to him, she tried to cut him out of her life but her friends just gain up on her – well, except Katherine, but she’s off endlessly travelling the globe. Bonnie use to but then Elena got to her, speaking of Bonnie she was here with my best friend from College and her boyfriend Enzo, but they had to leave because Bonnie’s daughter Emily was ill and their babysitter has school tomorrow. So basically Caroline is the third, well the fifth wheel in this disgusting orgy.

“I’m gonna barf” she muttered. She’s had enough, she needs a breather.

“I’m going to go out and grab some wine,” She told the group with a raised voice, they clearly didn’t notice, as Caroline opened the door “and drink it all myself.” She added, not bothering to be quiet about it. As she exited her apartment she shut the door and saw the fire escape and immediately climbed out the window and climbed up the top of the stairs near the roof.

“Hey,” Caroline said as she sat down.

“Sup” The sandy-haired man replied next to her. This has been happening for months, it started back in September when Caroline needed to escape from her mom visiting and Damon was doing his sleazy schmoozing with my mom and he was there, in her spot.

“Hey, move” Caroline snapped at him, she needed a cigarette and she needed one right now. He looked at me, smirk, chuckled and just sat there! “Buddy, listen I’m not in the mood, my mom is down in my flat, speaking to my roommate’s creep of a brother and asking me when I’m getting married and where my life is heading, so would you pretty pleased move your pretty ass elsewhere so I can have a cheeky little smoke before my mom tries to look for me.” She rambled.

He just sat there, Caroline could tell that he homed in on that “pretty ass” comment, she tried to not let her inner embarrassment show, he then stopped looking at me and started facing the skyline. “Asshole! Ugh!” Caroline muttered badly, and she walked out, she likes to smoke alone, that way she can hide the judgment and have alone time, she decided that she’d simply turn up later when he isn’t there.

This kept happening every other day, sometimes he would be there, other times she’d be there first, he refused to leave if Caroline was there first, and eventually, they developed a pattern. They’d just still by the fire escape at the top, and smoke, sometimes they shared if one of us ran out. No words were spoken, and they barely know anything about each other – Caroline only found out that he was British in December when they started communicating with one-worded syllables knowing nothing about each other.

“Give me that,” she said as she snatched the cigarette out of his hands. Okay, she’s in a very bad mood. She could tell that he was slightly annoyed by her tone, but Caroline tonight didn’t care. Her life is going nowhere, and she’s never felt so alone in her life.

“What has your boyfriend done this time?” He quipped to her, although there was an unexplained tone to it, something was up, she couldn’t tell what.

As Caroline breathed out the smoke, “What? Boyfriend?” This is new territory, where did this come from? What is he on about? “Stefan? Oh god no! I mean, when I met him at school, yeah I was attracted to him, but it literally died the next day when he started talking about his hero hair to me, I’ve learnt to never date a guy that would rather talk about his hair and other girls, than you.” She scoffed as she said it. “I mean, his hair isn’t even that great, you know?”

She could have sworn that she heard him say “Good”. “So, what has gotten yourself into a twist then?” He said hesitantly.

“I’m sorry, but what is going on?” She had to ask confusingly, they don’t do this. They smoke in silence and go their own way. This is how she likes it, no one can judge her. “I’m not going to unload myself to some stranger- ”

“I’m not a stranger” he cut her off.

“Or some guy whose name I don’t know.” She sharply responded.

“Klaus” he answered, just as Caroline finished her sentence.

“Caroline” She countered. “I’m not going to tell you.” He continued looking at her, he even started to rest his elbows on his knees and hands under his chin. Arrogant ass. He looks at her knowingly.

“Fine!” she shouted at him. Klaus started to smirk. “Wipe that smirk off, you ass!” He didn’t, or he did but he didn’t stop smiling. Caroline took her time, how is she going to explain this. “I hate my life okay. All my friends are in long-term relationships, know what they are doing or are Stefan. And my life sucks about, I have a degree in Journalism, I thought I’d be working at a news station by now, my roommate is inconsiderate and selfish, he dates all these women, proclaim them as the love of his life, they move in, I have to clean up the mess, then they break up and it’s just rinse and repeat. Then I just had it up to here with his brother, he is not just an ass, he is a fucking dickhead, who had consistently done beyond shitty things and my friends know that he has done this and what he has done to m- but don’t care. Meanwhile, my mom is complaining about my job as a receptionist, wanting me to move home, asking if I found someone – man or women, she says I can’t be choosy anymore – and I’m just at breaking point, I’m wondering why am I here, because there is nothing for me in New York, I have a degree which is useless, a job I hate and I’m not even sure if I want a career in journalism anymore!” Caroline ranted and rambled, it started off quiet but as she vented, her confidence grew. As she finished, however, her confidence suddenly shrank and now she was embarrassed, he probably thinks that it was petty and a spoilt brat and now he’d never want her company again. “I’m sorry,” she said nervously as she changed her tune. “I’ve gotta go” she handed him the cigarette quickly and raced back down to her flat completely embarrassed.

“Caroline” she heard him say, but right now she didn’t care.

It’s been 5 days since that incident, and she hasn’t gone back up there since, opting to smoke on her way home from work instead. Stefan has broken up with Ivy, who did not take it well – there were slaps and tears. Caroline would have laughed if one of those slaps weren’t directed at her as she accused her of turning Stefan against her. He’s now moved onto Valerie, she’s saner but more standoffish, cold, unapproachable, Caroline honestly doesn’t care about Stefan’s “loves” anymore. “Hey, blondie!” Damon snarked – Elena and him have temporarily moved in while their flat is getting fixed after it got flooded.

“Don’t call me that.” She snapped. It was only her and Damon.

“Aww, come on, Carebear, don’t be like that I thought we were friends.” He teasingly answered.

“Are you kidding me, in what world would I seriously be friends with you after what you did.” She shot back. Is he for real? She is not in the mood today and he was just making her mad, madder than she’s been in a long time.

“Okay, we had some fun in high school. You regretted it afterwards, caused some usual drama, I’m over it” He light-heartedly answered, trying to go in for a hug. Something in Caroline switched.

“Are you fucking kidding me! We did not have some ‘fun’ as you eloquently put it. You know what I did and I weren’t lying when I told Elena 7 years ago.”

“Hang on, you said yes!” Damon cut in as he sobered up.

“No. I may have said yes at first, but then you started verbally assaulting me, telling me I was weak and pathetic. I don’t tend to want to sleep with guys that speak to me like crap. I withdrew my consent, I said no, you wouldn’t accept it, you wouldn’t let me go. You…you…” She couldn’t say the words, she never could she knew what he did, but she couldn’t say it to him, by saying it, she goes back to being that 18 year old girl. “…And afterwards, you continued to verbally abuse me, until you got with Elena and I don’t know how, but you got everyone to forgive you, to think it’s alright. 'Oh, Caroline just needs to move on. Caroline just needs to toughen up. Well, she was all over Damon, she got what she wanted’ and you know what I did toughen up, I tried to deal with it because I weirdly wanted my friends’ happiness above myself. I’m done. Fuck you, Damon.” She then stormed out of the apartment.

“Wait why did I storm out, it’s my apartment.” She muttered to herself outside the door, well she can’t go back in, kind of negates her power moment there. She snuck out the fire escape and saw that it was empty. Perfect. She sat in her usual spot, it was weird, she didn’t realise how empty she felt, sitting by herself, as she lit her cigarette and as she took a smoke, “I should really quit” she spoke to herself.

“You’ve been avoiding me” Caroline stopped smoking, she heard a voice above her, not just any voice, a particular cocky, annoying voice. With a god damn sexy – very sexy – British accent. She looked up.

“Hey, the roof is banned remember!?” She shouted, trying to avoid the subject. This was not the plan.

“I’ve been here every day you know. I wanted to check if you were alright, but you never came.” Klaus confronted her, Caroline could detect a bit of a sad tone in his voice, she immediately felt guilty, she tried to explain. “No, don’t talk, I want to show you something.” He added and he reached for her hand, to help her up on the roof. As she turned around, she saw the most beautiful thing ever. There were fairy lights hung up everywhere, a tartan blanket on the floor, accompanied by a picnic basket. She never thought that a roof in a cheap apartment building could look so stunning. “I…er…know that you feel that your life sucks, and you might be going through a bit of a crisis. Honestly, I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted you to feel better, even if it’s more a moment.” He explained nervously, Caroline found it weird as his arrogant demeanour was gone and was replaced by a nervous schoolboy as he looked down, scratching his neck.“

"Thanks.” Caroline answered. Touched. She proceeded to sit on the blanket. “Well, aren’t you going to pour me a drink?” she quipped at him. Caroline couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he shocked? A smile formed, and he proceeded to sit down.

They talked for hours, they lost track of time, there was a lot of laughter, Caroline has not had this much fun in years, she forgot everything that was going on in her life. She checked her phone and saw it was 10pm, “It’s 10. We should probably…” She gently said to him, after a period of blissful silence.

“Right.” He answered. He started to pack everything away, Caroline decided to help, after they were done, they headed down the fire escape back into the apartment building. They realised that they didn’t want to leave each other’s company and took the long route back down. They just walked in silence, having never felt this much calm in years. They reached Klaus’s apartment first. “So…” he said as he broke the silence.

“So…” she was starting to feel awkward. Nervous and awkward, why does this feel like a first date?

“As he put the key into his door, "Umm…I had a lot of fun, do you want to do this again? But like properly?” He was nervous again. Caroline found it cute, but strangely was missing the cocky Klaus she has known for months.

“I had fun to do, umm…yeah okay,” Caroline answered. Caroline knew that she was starting to blush, but right now she didn’t care.

“Ok, cool.” He answered with a slight smile. They were in silence once again. Do they hug? Kiss? Why are they suddenly acting like they have never dated people before?

“I’m going to let you go.” Caroline answered, partly to fill in the silence, but also to end it, if one of them didn’t stop, she didn’t know how long they’d be standing in the hallway in silence. Klaus turns the keys in the keyhole and opened the door. Caroline could see the old Klaus return, he had a sense of renewed confidence, with one foot in the door, he turned around and immediately kissed a surprised Caroline on the lips. It was gentle and very charged, they kept being pulled into this their own personal bubble, this kiss wasn’t about lust or sex. It was about the beginning of something. Something special. Something great. Klaus stopped the kiss but Caroline didn’t want to. She kept her eyes closed a little longer, she could feel his smirk burning through her closed eyes, so Caroline opened them.

“Bye” Klaus grinned, the asshole. He’s back to his normal self, which infuriated Caroline. Not because he was being an ass. It was because she was still attracted to him. Just as Klaus was about to close the door, she heard a second voice from inside the flat.

“Oh good, you finally asked her out. It only took you four months!” a feminine, also British voice shouted through the flat. Klaus went red, he was mortified, Caroline started to laugh. Oh, how the tables have turned.

She continued laughing, until she remembered what she heard, “Wait a sec, 4 months!”

A/N: Okay, that’s it, folks. I know that I left some open bits. Basically, I wanted to leave it open for a potential sequel but from Klaus’s POV, one which would address Damon more and give that a conclusion. I just had to include it based on what happened in TVD, I couldn’t ignore it when I mentioned Damon, but at the same time, I didn’t want the whole one-shot to be about that. As I said, I wanted to leave a lot open for a potential sequel. I know a lot isn’t resolved and it was done purposely because as I wrote it, I realised that I wanted to explore that period of adulthood, between when you leave College and went you really hit adulthood and you are kind of lost.

Review, like do it all. Constructive criticism is appreciated, I wrote this on the spot, to try and get through a little stumbling block so I can write more, I haven’t written in years. So reviews would be greatly appreciated.

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tweakerwolf · 8 years ago

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Cain Endings 5 + 10

This one is going to be a really long post since its one of the longer endings to get to in general and the bonus stuff for ending 10 is plentiful! I probably won’t go into full detail with the bonus stuff but of course I have to mention it :)

Cafe:

Go to the fancy café and sit with Cain, the piano player. Get taken in by him. When he asks how he can help you, reply with “Maybe I just wanted to find some interesting people to talk to” and he chuckles, not really believing he fits into that category. You blush instead of answer. Cain easily moves the conversation along and buys you something from the barista. He gets you something called affogato- interesting! You’ve never had it before and maybe he’s playing some sort of prank on you! -Take the spoon- and dig in- omg it’s soooo delicious! You finish it quickly. He’s glad you enjoyed it but now it’s time for him to go… Tell him to “have a good night!” and joke with him a little more before he finally leaves. That’s when you notice a feather on the table... how did that get inside? As soon as you touch it, you feel severely ill (screen pulses) and you rush home. Eventually the awful feeling passes and you drop into you bed.

Cain’s House:

You wake up to the sun warming your face, and it doesn’t take you long to realize that you can’t be at your place... When you open your eyes, you’re in a stranger’s bed and you have no idea how you got there... You see a note saying to go to the living room, and you have no other option but to go and see just what the hell is happening. When you get to the living room, Cain is there- is this Cain’s house?? He makes small talk but quickly drops the act, voice becoming colder and meaner. Then he suddenly shifts, his features changing, morphing... until suddenly a completely different person is standing in front of you- the real Cain. You can’t comprehend how he did that, you don’t really want to know, you just try to run. But something stops you, an invisible wall... before you can even react to that, an invisible hand starts to squeeze your neck! Cain explains that he brought you to his house and he plans on torturing you, playing with you, until you beg for death. So keep him interested and you’ll live longer! The hand is gone from your throat and you ask “why are you doing this?” He just laughs and says because he can, he’s strong- no being on Earth can stand up to him so why shouldn’t he toy with them? Then he goes and sits down. Just what the hell is going on here?! You still have questions dammit, and despite the fact that he has some scary powers, you go over to him, -talk to Cain-. Get mouthy and ask “Is this the part where I get tied up?” to try and show him that you aren’t scared. Cain says that yea, there will be, but not to stop you from escaping. You can’t really escape from him because this is his domain... and anything outside his house will certain kill you. He invites you to leave if you wish, to get torn apart by creatures.

He leaves you to think about it and goes back to reading his book. You decide against leaving- maybe he’s lying about the creatures... but maybe he’s not. You study Cain, trying to figure out what he might be, because he isn’t human. He tells you that it’s rude to stare... oops. -Back off- and explore the house some more, heading to the -bedroom-. You spy a phone on the bedside table -click on the phone- to pick it up. No sooner is it in your hands then it starts to ring. You answer it, unsure what else to do. Some guy starts yelling at you (well, at Cain, it is Cain’s phone). Quickly tell him “I’m not Cain” and he wants to know who’s answering his phone then. You tell him you have no idea what’s going on and that you’re scared. Thankfully, despite the fact that he appears to be acquaintances with Cain, he’s nicer than him. He introduces himself and tells you to stay calm. He doesn’t seem surprised to hear that Cain kidnapped you... you weren’t the first it would seem. Then he tells you that he wants to help you, he can try tracking the call but... not right this moment since he doesn’t have everything set up- he wasn’t prepared for this. He tells you to stay strong and then you quickly hang up, afraid that Cain will burst through the door at any moment. You barely manage to delete the call from his log before he does just that. Cain asks what you’re doing and you tell him that you’re just... sitting... For some reason, Cain accepts that and leaves you be. You flop down on the bed and pass out from the stress.

When you wake up, it’s night time and you figure you should make some sort of appearance. Being stuck here with him doesn’t sound like fun but dying sounds scary too so... might as well try to keep him ‘interested’... whatever that means. Head to the -balcony- and find Cain out there. He beckons you closer and surprisingly his voice sounds a little... softer. Look around at the scenery with him and notice that... it seems all wrong. Ask him “Where are we?” because this is no place you’ve ever seen before. He says that you’re in a place called Tartarus, an in-between realm where demons and others seek a haven. Oh... well... um... a sunset is a sunset and it is beautiful all the same, so you relax a bit and lean against him. Cain turns and nuzzles your neck, hands touching your sides. Then he lifts you up and holds out out against the railing! He rips off your underwear and tells you to beg for your life. You don’t want to die but you don’t want to beg either (begging technically isn’t an option here via our previous choices, only struggling), so -let the timer run out- and Cain seems okay with your silence. He suddenly, roughly thrusts inside you and you can’t do anything but gasp from the pain. You grab onto the railing to keep yourself from falling over and he slams into you. Eventually he cums and you slide to the floor, on the safe side of the rail at least. Despite that fact that it started off really rough, you have to admit that it felt good. As you struggle to stand, Cain throws his blazer over your shoulders, awwww. Then he helps you to your feet and takes you to bed.

This time when you wake up, it’s morning again and Cain is gone once more. He certainly isn’t too interested in his new toy, he’s only done a few things to you... (and all in all, they weren’t even that bad, hmmm). Head out to the living room to look for him but he isn’t there either... go back and -look in the bedroom- to find the phone. It’s there on the bedside table again!! -Click on the phone- and call Damien. Things haven’t been awful thus far but you know it can’t stay that way for long, better to get out while you can. Damien seems surprised to hear your voice but he scrambles to get everything set up- he’s ready to track the call this time. You make small talk while his tools zero in on your location. You find out that he’s a priest and that he’s actually Cain’s half-brother?? Cain doesn’t seem to care about that though because Damien admits that Cain’s tried to kill him a few times (wait, then why do they have each other’s numbers?? Why does Damien not block him?? XD). Shortly after that he has his companion write down some coordinates- did it work?? He says that they’ll be coming for you. Tomorrow, you just have to hold out until tomorrow... Hopefully you can. You hang up and curl into a ball on the bed. Some time later Cain comes in and talks to you. Looks like he’s ready for some sort of play time... He snaps his fingers and chains appear, latching onto your wrists! Cain tells you that you’re boring- oh no! The chains pin you to the bed and Cain steps down on your chest. He tells you to ask him nicely to let you go.... -ask him to stop- because, should you obey right now?? Maybe...? 50/50 shot, hope it’s the right one. You ask him to stop and he kicks you... then the chains are pulling on your arms with so much force that your joints are creaking and popping from the strain. Apparently he wants you to beg louder. He presses down on your broken ribs with his foot. You yell to be let go and this time he listens. The chains disappear and you pull your arms in close, trying to relieve the pain from having them almost ripped off. He walks away.

The next day you wake up in a bit of a stupor, you don’t feel like doing anything... you just want to sleep... but then remember Damien! -Look for the phone- and wonder if Damien forgot about you... or just isn’t coming... that would be your luck... As you curl up on the bed, you notice that the atmosphere in the room feels... different. Call out and someone opens the door- Damien!! He’s here to get you out! You’re safe now. You start to reach out for him but...

Ending 5:

Cain seems happy with you (he literally just called you boring and tried to rip your arms off! But, okay, sure...) -Call for Cain-, surely that’s the safer option! Hell, he’s tried to kill Damien in the past and now Damien is in the house, you lured him here! Damien gets pissed but Cain doesn’t appear... is he not home?! Damien leaves you, saying that you deserve whatever Cain does to you. Suddenly Cain is behind you, clapping his hands... he says that you should’ve went with him (why didn’t he attack??? D: does he only try to kill Damien for funsies?) Cain charges forward and you feel your arm disconnect from your body... You bleed out quickly as Cain warns you not to touch his things... Died- Cain cut off your arm.

Ending 10:

Decide to get the fuck out of there, screw Cain! -Go with Damien-, grab his hand! His friend from before appears and the three of you make your escape. Next thing you know, you’re in a church, where you’re safe. But you’re only safe as long as you’re /in/ the church. Cain will try to track you down if you leave... So you have to stay there until he gets bored... They assure you that you’ll be safe though and that you can stay as long as it takes. Survived- Damien saved you. Damien and .D walk away but you follow, listening in on the conversation. .D apparently thinks that they get themselves into dangerous situations a lot but I mean, they are priests... Then you hear Damien comment about how it’s funny both of them have demon boyfriends! .D denies it but Damien knows! After that .D storms off. -Talk to Damien-, sit in a pew with him and just -cuddle-, you need it right now. Damien blushes but doesn’t try to push you away at all. After awhile Damien suggests that you should probably get some sleep. You can’t sleep though so after awhile you wander through the church and come to an empty room. -Look around more- because you still aren’t sleepy, and you find Damien’s room. -Wake him up- and as soon as you touch him Damien flips around and pins you to the bed. He wants to know why you’re sneaking up on him. Tell him “Don’t hurt me...” because you didn’t mean to surprise him... didn’t realize he’d have such lightning reflexes... He apologizes and lets you go. You admit that you were lonely and wanted company; he lets you sit on his lap. -Touch him-, commenting about his tattoo, which he reveals is for necromancy. He asks if you just came to talk or for something else. **pick your poison** because no matter what you choose, it leads to sex, but be warned, all of the three of the options lead to different sex scenes, so each of them have different images! After the mind blowing sex, you stay with him the rest of the night. How you choose to wake him is up to you ;) You stayed with Damien

#Boyfriend to Death #Boyfriend to Death 2 #btd #btd2 #btd game #btd endings #btd Cain #Cain endings #long post #extra scene #btd damien

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affrontohbaby · 5 years ago

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hoohoo

a bit of a long time coming but i have decided to completely fuck off. i dont wanna have shitty online friends anymore and before i grow to despise all of you, im leaving while theres... very few of you i can still tolerate. this isnt spur of the moment, i have given this much consideration over the past few weeks and im bored of everything. im tired of people i consider my best friends fucking me over just because they can, im tired of being demonized and ridiculed. feel free to kick me from servers and groups or unadd me because i dont wanna come back LOL. ill probably be bored for a while but whatever its better than forcing myself to stick around near assholes any longer. if you fucked me over, piss off i hate you. if you havent, then thank you for sticking around and giving me all that you have. ive been around for a few years now, and honestly i fucking hated it. im not gonna lie and say "OH BUT THIS WAS SO FUN AND ILL MISS YOU ALL ;___;" because thats a lie. ill probably send myself to a hospital or something cause im like looking forward to death and maybe ill be forced to live again or just snap and go batshit. im tired of having no relief, irl and online, and its making me less and less sane. if you will absolutely die without talking to me and i highly doubt this because NO ONE needs to talk to me, youve just become used to it, then like. you can attempt asking for a way to contact me. outside of that, dont bother. im done with social media. if you want a url or something just take it. im deleting discord, tumblr and twitter. when i say i really have had it i mean you all worked me until i have nothing but spite for you all. what remains of "carnival" will see this first for obvious reasons, then you guys can scurry around like mice and tell whoever idrc. no i am not remaking. since my words got fucking twisted in january ill say it so everyone, even the idiots can understand: i am not coming back. i am mentally tired of you all taking whatever sickness you have out on me and then using the fact that im explosive and hotheaded against me to make me a fucking psychopath. ill probably make this look better but im writing this on my phone and im going out all day tomorrow. well then goodbye ^q^ if our paths cross again, may they not be under such shit circumstances

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cupnoodle-queen · 8 years ago

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CHASING SUNS: Chapter 13 Blame

2,230 words THE PLOT THICKENS. dun dun dunnnn Tagging some peeps: @blindbae @nifwrites @thegoddesseos @themissimmortal

Cam gripped the steering wheel with damp hands, trailing behind Gladio’s Jeep on the drive back to HQ. Her entire body was feeling the after effects of their connection, sparks on her skin and her brain going a mile a minute, yet inside her gut she felt ill. Dave wanted to speak with her, and the way Gladio just, looked away from her….What happened?

Her wipers were struggling to keep up with clearing the rain, the downpour coming in sheets and a low rumble of thunder reverberated through the frame of the vehicle. As they entered the first winding turn before the tunnel, Cam could just make out the rough patches of dirt and terrain uplifted from the behemoth, ominous flashbacks rapid firing through her mind. She still couldn’t believe she’d assisted in downing the beast, surprised at how quickly the plan to blind it lightbulbed in her mind. How she managed to pull it off on the other hand, she couldn’t explain.

Sure she’d trained with Gladio and Greyson plenty, but something gnawed at her sense of reason. She’d overheard the hushed whispers of other hunters and veterans, how she was most likely feigning the stroke of greatness persona, coming from nothing and rubbing shoulders with the higher ranks in no time flat. Someone who’d been mediocre at best in physical education throughout high school, someone who hadn’t touched a firearm before several short weeks ago…

As they exited the tunnel and approached HQ territory, Gladio slowed down his Jeep faster than Cam anticipated and she broke hard, though immediately understood the reason for his abrupt halt; a thick puddle of blood was accumulating outside the tunnel, dripping from above where the behemoth corpse was slung by the edge of the rock shelf. An iron tang hit the back of her throat; she could smell it. Great. They’d probably called a meeting to bump priority of getting rid of the body…

They pulled up beside the main office and headed inside, one after the other without another word. It was a full house; Greyson, Prompto and Cor were seated against the far wall, Dave was pacing the room with a look of contempt on his typically relaxed face. Two of the highest ranking hunters nodded to greet them as they entered, while off in the furthest corner Steph stood, fixated on her phone, thumbs tapping the screen at lightning speed.

“Alright, she’s here,” Dave announced and every head in the room rose to look at Cam. She felt microscopic in seconds flat, leaning against the wall opposite the door, Gladio behind her. What did he mean, ‘she’s here’…

“Got a couple things to go over before the main topic of this meeting,” Dave continued, grabbing a folder from the metal desk and flipping through the paperwork. “That behemoth was no coincidence; infrared readings have doubled since the scout’s last reports from Sunday, only five days ago. We think given that it was headed due northwest when Greyson and Co happened upon it, there’s a high chance it was attracted to the infrared energy being omitted nearby.”

“How are the sightings in the area, boss?” one of the veteran hunters asked, looking over Dave’s shoulder to read the report.

Dave rubbed his forehead. “Rising. Snipers use to only hold two clips of ammo per shift, but recently they’ve been requesting double, and what’s even more concerning is just how close they’re reaching the outskirts of HQ.” He sighed, leaning against a support beam. “Might need to invest in more spotlights-”

“It’s not in the budget,” Steph interjected, all heads whipping in her direction at the back of the room. Her expression was blank. “And you know we can’t work it in as well. I’ve scoured it top to bottom and pinched enough pennies to be certain of that.”

Dave’s eyes flicked to Cam and her gut cramped. “Which brings me to the reason for our meeting. Reynolds?”

Her head snapped up, undivided attention. “Yes?”

“Where were you at approximately 4:35 this afternoon?”

Cam frowned, knitting her dark eyebrows in confusion. “Beg pardon, sir?”

“Answer the question, Reynolds,” Cor’s voice was like a serrated blade across her face.

“I was…” She thought back to it, around that time she was - “in the showers.”

Dave eyed her suspiciously until she shrugged her shoulders. He backed up towards a flat cabinet, sliding the door open to reveal a flat screen TV, a grid of closed-circuit feeds on display in small boxes. He cycled through some views with the remote until he landed on a specific one, enlarging the view, and Cam recognized it as the side wall adjacent to the back entrance of the armory...

She tensed, realizing what everyone was about to witness. Without forethought Cam’s head snapped back to Steph, but she was focused intently on the television, expression indecipherable.

Cam turned back in time to see a pre-recorded version of herself, crouched and sneaking behind the back of the armory. Much to her displeasure however, the angle of the camera only captured the side of the building, not the back, so when Cam’s recorded form ducked behind the armory she was in the blind spot.

She knew what would happen next, how a few seconds later she’d come tiptoeing back the same way she came, pocketing her cell phone...Except, she didn’t. Nearly a minute went by of zero activity on the monitor. There was no way Cam had spent that long behind the armory; She’d followed Steph and the initiate, saw them through the gap in the door, snapped some pics, and left. The entire series of events may have taken twenty seconds at best…

Also, why hadn’t they shown…”Dave,” Cam interrupted their viewing and he paused playback, “Can you rewind to a few seconds before I show up on screen?”

Wordlessly, he fulfilled her request and hit play about a minute before Cam’s appearance. Nothing, and then...Cam sneaking into view.

What the hell? “Okay, something’s not right-”

“Why’d you break into the armory, Reynolds?” Dave’s voice was firm and low, avoiding eye contact; authoritative, but lacking confidence.

Cam stepped away from the wall, taking a few strides forward. “That footage is all wrong, I-I didn’t go back there of my own volition.”

“Then explain,” Cor rose from his seat, pacing around to Cam, “what sent you back there in the first place.”

“I-I saw-”

Steph’s arms flung around the initiate’s neck, the cream and roses of her bare breasts jostling with his thrusts as he pistioned in and out of her, his bare ass flexing with the push of his hips. Their labored breathing with the speed of their fucking-

“...something.”

Her mouth dropped a fraction, nerves getting the better of her composure. She dared a glance at Steph, who to Cam’s surprise remained the pinnacle of ease, twirling a lock of crimson hair between long, slender fingers.

It drove Cam insane. She either didn’t know, or didn’t care that she was about to be exposed. She was hyper-aware of Gladio standing barely two feet behind her. Alright then, she thought to herself, pulling out her phone. “Look, I have proof that I...wasn’t alone. Just let me find-”

The pictures of Steph weren’t showing up in her gallery. They were gone.

“Wait, what the hell?” She tried with trembling hands to close the application and reopen it, hoping with despair that it was...Nope, not a glitch. The photos had disappeared.

Cam’s heart hit the back of her throat and double-timed as she caught a glimpse of Steph standing in the back of the room, one corner of her mouth barely turned up into a snide smirk.

Something happened to Cam then, that she never experienced before in twenty five years of life. For two seconds of unwarranted eternity, her vision tinted red. Undiluted fury in its purest form.

Anger, absolute.

Behind her Gladio took a step back, startled and uncertain as to how he just felt that.

Cam regained her sobriety, sighing. “I had pictures on my phone, however it seems they’ve been deleted.” She gritted her teeth. The bitch must have taken her phone while she was in the shower-

“Well unfortunately, Reynolds,” The Marshal was holding back his full potential for a raised voice, “the entirety of gil in the retain cash was just stolen, approximately two grand in total.” He stopped in front of Cam, his head cocked to the side. “Until otherwise proven innocent, I have no choice but to suspend you from active hunter status. Had we not been in dire need of personnel we’d be having a different conversation altogether. Turn in your weapons tonight, we’ll get you started on a job tomorrow-”

“That’s not fair, I didn’t-”

“Reynolds,” Dave’s voice was restrained. “No one else went back there tonight except you. Camera doesn’t lie.”

Altered recordings do, Cam thought to herself. She exhaled in defeat. No use fighting it for now, evidently Steph had gone to extensive lengths to cover up her little rendezvous with the rookie hunter; She’d just have to find another means of proving her guilt. “Whatever, then. Fine. Can I go?”

A long pause, silence that made the air feel thick. Someone coughed, and then, “Meeting adjourned.”

The attendees rose, but as they began to file out of the office Dave spoke up. “Actually, Greyson and Steph, stick back for a few minutes...”

Cam’s hands balled into fists and she made for the barracks to collect her weapons. It wasn’t right, but she had to roll with the punches on this. There had to be a way she could gain access to the recordings, or perhaps there was a witness around that could provide a statement...

A hand grabbed her arm and swung her around to face the opposite direction. It was Gladio. “Talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?” her sun was humming below her skin. Try as she did to deny it, she liked looking at him.

He frowned though his eyes were warm. “What happened?”

“I didn’t break into the armory, if that’s where you’re going with this.” Cam’s voice had a grit to it, though she tried to be sincere...She could tell him, right? What she saw? Would he react well to it or get upset? Given the unknown state of their relationship (could it even be called that? The questions were unyielding tonight) She couldn’t be certain, instead she tiptoed at the precipice and brushed over what occurred. “I saw...Steph, inside.”

Gladio’s eyebrows jumped a bit. “In the armory? That’s impossible. She’s not that kind of person.”

“Are you sure?” Cam took an involuntary step towards him, halting mid second. “Gladio, I-I know what I saw. Honest to Astrals, I saw her…”

He exhaled a deep breath, checked his six and took Cam’s hand leading her inside the barracks. It was too early for anyone to be asleep so he knew they’d have some privacy. Cam’s heart hammered when he pulled her into the dark foyer of the sleeping quarters. After ensuring they were alone he whispered, the tenor in his voice like an engine. “Look, I don’t know what happened but...just, don’t mess around with her. She’s got a mean streak a mile wide and gets what she wants, no matter what the cost.”

“Why go out with her in the first place, then?” Cam whispered back, though instantly regretted her abrasive tone. He was still holding her hand; She had no intention of letting go at that moment. “I mean, if she’s not that nice of a person...”

Gladio pulled Cam close, their torsos touching and her marking reacted with renewed heat. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his facial hair brushing her head in a comforting way before he wrapped his arms around her. “I did what I had to...to get by.”

Confusion clawed at her sense of reason and she wanted to question his response but he was surrounding her, radiating warmth and intoxicating allure. They stood still for countless seconds, their breathing synched and hearts linked, both overwhelmed at the effects of one another’s proximity. Two addicts tapped at the vein; Two ships that sailed in the night for far too long.

Gladio’s hand stroked her jaw line and pulled her face upwards, planting the softest kiss of a lifetime on Cam’s lips. With barely any pressure and only the feel of his mouth against hers, melding between them in perfect symmetry and balance, they gave each other what the other had desperately needed all their life without being aware of doing so.

Cam’s phone buzzed abruptly and Gladio pulled away, much sooner than both of them had anticipated so she could answer. She didn't recognize the number.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” Gladio slipped past her and back outside, and just like that she was alone.

Cam answered the call. “Hello?”

“Hey, Cam?” A young female’s voice greeted her, one Cam couldn’t place to a face.

“Yes, this is she. Who’s this?”

“It’s Iris,” she replied, her voice unnaturally formal. “I got your number from Prompto, I hope that’s okay.”

Cam was surprised to hear from her. “No, that’s alright. Is there something you need?”

She hesitated, but continued after some last minute deliberation.

“Yes. I have a big favor to ask.”

#chasing suns #chapter 13 #gladio #ffxv fanfiction #ffxv soulmate AU #gladio x female OC #gladiolus amicitia #gladio x cam #cam reynolds #angst #hurt #soulmate AU #ffxv

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fahye · 8 years ago

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CP bachelor AU: part 5

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

***

Damen is as good as his word. He behaves. He's friendly and noble and straightforward and, somehow, manages to make it seem natural that he should be fond of so many people at once. He speaks earnestly into the camera about the good points of every single suitor, and never oversells it. He doesn't show a marked preference for Erasmus over the others. Laurent barely has to edit Damen's scenes for narrative tension at all.

By the time something goes wrong, Laurent has been bracing himself for almost two weeks for something to go wrong, because luck never lasts in television.

The twenty suitors have been winnowed down to twelve. They've decamped for a couple of days to a tiny private beach north of the city, the owner of which owes Laurent a favour, and the shooting schedule is full of bikinis, beach volleyball, romantic walks, and hopefully fewer jellyfish-sting disasters than last year, ie. none.

To kick things off, they have a bonfire party. Laurent has offered three hundred dollars to any producer who gets a suitor to suggest skinny-dipping; it was going to be two hundred, but the temperature's dropped unseasonably low, and the wind sweeping in off the sea has a bite to it.

Laurent is watching Damen have a conversation about superheroes with a gaggle of suitors--all of them gamely clutching drinks and none of them wanting to leave in case they end up missing a chance for Alone Time--when Orlant comes to tell him that all of the previous day's footage has vanished.

"Vanished?" Laurent says.

The conversation stutters. Everyone nearby looks in their direction.

Orlant shifts his weight to his other foot, but doesn't drop his eyes. "Been deleted," he says. "Or overwritten. I can't work it out, it makes no sense, I--"

"Who was the last person working on edits?"

Laurent already knows the answer. He's listening for the length of the pause before Orlant says, "I was."

"We have automatic backups," Laurent says.

Orlant licked his lips. "I don't know what--they failed. I swear, I didn't do anything different--"

"Be quiet," Laurent says.

Thousands of dollars' worth of footage, and key emotional beats that they will never be able to replicate, no matter how sneakily they edit around them. All gone. Laurent can just imagine the phone call he'll be getting when news of this inevitably makes its way to his uncle. Half of it will be about how Laurent let it happen in the first place; the other half will be about how he handles it now.

No weaknesses, Laurent thinks.

"Hand in your ID," he says aloud. "And don't bother coming back in tomorrow. This is on you."

Orlant draws in a sharp breath. The look of naked betrayal only lasts a moment on his face before sliding into one of resignation. He knows Laurent. He was expecting this.

He told you anyway, part of Laurent notes.

Laurent raises his voice above the murmurs now running through both cast and crew. "Would anyone like to register a complaint?"

No one would.

Laurent folds up his frustration and stores it in his chest. There's nothing else he can do about it tonight. He directs Jord to get a few more shots of laughing, drinking, fire-lit suitors, and walks deliberately towards the drinks table, where he acquires a glass of whatever bottom-shelf whiskey was within budget, downs half of it, and takes the other half for a walk. He doesn't go far: just far enough to be out of sight. A small grass-scattered dune hunches up into the night, partly lit by one of the smaller floodlights. Laurent sits down and looks out to sea.

Waves break in murmurs in the darkness, and Laurent finally lets his shoulders hunch, curling himself around the throb of anger, refusing to let it become anything else. He rubs a hand over his face.

"Damn it," he says, soft.

He hears the heavy footsteps coming up the dune behind him only a moment before Damen says, "Is this where the serious drinking happens?"

"You're supposed to be in front of a camera," Laurent says.

Damen sits down next to him, with a sweating bottle of beer in his hands, and says, "Yeah, probably," and Laurent has a split-second battle with himself, which he loses. He exhales, slow, and doesn't say anything else.

"I can't work you out," Damen says then. "I thought you enjoyed it. The snapping, the swearing, everyone having to leap to your word. But--you're not that person at heart, are you?"

"I don't have a heart," Laurent says, automatic.

Damen sounds like he might be smiling. "Right."

Damen drinks for a while. Laurent is silent. Halfway down the bottle Damen says, "Do you know why I agreed to do this show?"

"I thought it was to inspire hope in the souls of baby bisexuals everywhere."

"Obviously," Damen agrees. "But there's more to it. My father…" He clears his throat. "My father's retiring, and he hasn't decided what he's doing when it comes to control of the company. He says he's afraid I'm not responsible enough, I don't care enough about the family's image. Kastor took me out on my last birthday and I--" Damen makes a face "--made a fool of myself at a club. I got arrested for assault. The charges were dropped, but the damage was done. When you approached me about doing the show, my father found out about it. He decided this was the perfect opportunity for me to clean up my act. With a little bit of public humiliation thrown in."

"I didn't know about any of that," Laurent says, with a spark of fury. He should have known everything. He remembers Damen's polite, laughing dismissal as he took Laurent's card; he remembers Damen calling him the next morning and saying he was thinking about it after all.

"I should hope not," Damen says dryly. "My father paid enough for the story to be buried. Anyway. This is my last chance: be likeable, be a romantic hero, prove I can attract good PR. Or else control of the company goes to Kastor."

Pure curiosity drives Laurent to ask, "Why did you assault someone?"

"It was some asshole harassing a girl in the club," Damen says. "He wouldn't take no for an answer, and told me to mind my own business when I asked him to leave her alone, so." He shrugs. "I hit him. Twice."

"Oh, God," Laurent says. "You really are a romantic hero, aren't you?"

Damen laughs, warm and rich from the depths of his chest.

Laurent drinks the rest of his whiskey all at once. Ice clicks against his teeth. Fuck it.

"My uncle's the head of the network," he says. He keeps his eyes on the shifting lines of the surf, faint white shapes appearing and disappearing against the black. "He's the one who put the show in my hands this year. Or did you think there were many twenty-one-year-old producers in this business?"

"You're twenty-one?"

Now Laurent looks at Damen. He lets the pause dangle for a vindictive moment in which, fascinatingly, a flush creeps into Damen's cheeks.

"I know," Laurent says. "All that snapping and swearing has aged me."

"No!" Damen says. "I believe it. I mean, you look it. But this is television. I guess I assumed…"

"I was getting Botox? Using thousand-dollar creams made with crushed diamonds?"

"Bathing in the blood of production assistants," Damen says, deadpan, and Laurent has to lift a hand to his mouth to hide the shape of it.

Laurent says. "The ratings have been terrible over the past two seasons. The show's a sinking ship. My uncle gave it to me in order to watch me fail." Laurent turns the glass up, chasing the last few drops of vaguely whiskey-scented water. "I'm going to drag it back up again. No matter what."

"Is he homophobic, your uncle?"

Laurent chokes on his melted ice. He coughs for a good ten seconds before he can manage, "What?"

Damen shrugs. "I wondered if you picked someone like me because you knew it would piss him off. It seems like something you might do."

It is something Laurent might do.

"No," he says, forcing himself to sound light. "Your sexuality is all about the ratings, I'm afraid."

There's still laughter in the creases of Damen's eyes, and the cool touch of the floodlight on his face brings up devastating new shadows. His profile reminds Laurent of classic statues, classic Hollywood. Damen absently sucks a spilled drop of beer from his wrist. Laurent's blood seems to be forging new roads in his body.

Laurent seldom drinks, and never in company. A double whiskey is enough for him to feel...untethered. Out of focus. He wishes he'd never brought up his uncle at all.

He says, before he can think better of it, "I can do good things for your image. If you'll trust me."

"I thought you needed to make sensational television."

"I can do both at once," Laurent says. "I'm--talented."

The word catches in the back of his throat like bile. His uncle's shadow again. You're very talented, Laurent.

"An alliance," Damen says. He holds out his empty beer bottle and touches it to Laurent's equally empty glass. "We both get what we want."

Laurent nods.

After a moment, Damen says, "Do you want me to go?"

The beach is wide and cold. The night stretches away on either side of them, and up, up, impossibly up to the stars. Laurent's skin feels both loose and tight, like ill-fitting clothes. Vertigo swirls in his head. He rubs the soles of his feet against the sand, forcing himself to feel the tiny scrapes. He rolls a piece of dry, stubborn dune-grass between his fingers. This is where he is. This is what he's doing.

"No," he says.

Damen doesn't. Damen stretches out on the sand beside him, gazing upwards. Laurent doesn't look at him, but he can hear the slow, regular sound of his breath.

#captive prince #WELL THIS SCENE DECIDED TO GET LONG

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March 17, 2020

Dear world,

Many things have been on my mind. My mind wanders a lot. So first lets talk about outing people. So recently the nurse at my php program outed my chosen name to my parents. Outing people sucks so fucking much. Like that was supposed to be someting I did when I was comfortable and felt safe. Not anyone else’s job. Sure slip ups happen, but that just makes me wanna go back deep in the closet. It isn’t the first time shit like this has happened. I’m talking about lots of other kinds of outings to.

So when I was hanging with my friend DK (I have more about him later) and my friend LC we were talking about an ex friend of LC. She then proceeded to tell me how this former friend who lives up the street from me is HIV+. I didn’t know what to say. It made me kinda a mix of uncomfortable and annoyed with LC since that’s something deeply personal to just reveal regardless of how angry she was. And I mean yes the former friend was a cunt to LC from what I’ve heard, but being unstable and cunty doesn’t call for outing someone’s heath status like that. It kinda makes me trust LC less. Me and her have been friends for years although throughout them will lose contact for like a year or two and always randomly start hanging out again. So yeah outing, not good.

Now with DK. I realized that we matched on tinder a few months before we knew each other. I stopped using tinder cause I tried using it for dating and just wasn’t getting the results I was looking for. Plus lots of people swiped left on me more often when I showed my double chin in photos vs when I hid it. Don’t need that bad vibes in here. I am thinking of downloading tinder again just to delete my account or unmatch DK before he can realize we matched. It’s not that he isn’t like attractive or that I wouldn’t date him, but rather I doubt he sees me the same way? Yeah we matched and even talked a bunch, but like that doesn’t mean he likes the real me. I don’t want him to be going through his old matches one day and see me (and my deadname which I had been going by back then). I value our friendship more than any potential relationship. I don’t want things to be awkward. Plus he’s got a thing for LC. Well he has a thing for a bunch of people, but LC is on the top of the list. I just don’t think I could live up to her prettiness level at all. So I’ll repeat what I did in middle school with SM, but at least acknowledge it this time round.

What did I do in middle school? In middle school I had a close friend group between me, SM, IM, and in 8th grade our friend KL joined. We stayed close in the first half of high school, but everything fell apart around 11th grade. Or at least I grew apart from the group which hurts. I don’t know if they are still together. I should message them. I think I will after this. Anywho, back to the point. In middle school I was severally bullied. The worst bullying was those years and my time at my 2nd high school. I was pretty in the closest about my sexuality and straight up denying any form of gender dysphoria. I was one them kids who was like ‘dang i’m jealous of trans people they get to transition to the gender they feel comfy in’. Major clown vibes and egg_irl shit. But the person I realized only recently I had feelings for was SM. She was super smart, funny, kind, anxious, and very gay. At some point I realized that there was some romantic tension between her and IM. So in a way subconsciously I stepped away from feelings for her. Top it off in 8th grade we had feelings for the same girl and I set them up. I remember feeling like shit and thought it was over the other girl. Nah it was over SM. I remember she used to have the longest brown hair that she kept in a braid. I thought it was beautiful and kinda was jealous. Even when she cut it short in high school I still loved her hair. I had kept pushing away my feelings for her in all of middle school. Then came high school.

I don’t have many memories from 9th grade due to trauma. But I managed to remember all these painful memories. Ahahaha nice job me, forget the good shit and only some of the traumatic shit while remembering a lot of bad shit and some the trauma. Either way what happened was she had broken up with this girl over the summer (different schools not worth it). Then comes in my toxic friend CH. She was kinda a huge bitch. She first had a crush on my friend RS. So being the match maker I am I set her up with my friend RS (who back then for context still identified as a cis male). CH was in the closet about being trans and they dated for like a week before CH broke up claiming she didn’t want her parents thinking she was gay. Okay fine. Then late in 9th grade me, CH, SM, and a few other friends hung out at lunch. CH told me she had a thing for SM and I could tell SM had a thing for CH. So with a lil bit of work and match making magic I got them together. It was kinda in a way me trying to make SM unobtainable even though by then I was okayish with my sexuality. I remember at many points feeling this deep sinking pain in my chest and stomach when I saw them together. The heat in my ears would rise and I felt like crying. I for awhile thought it was over CH. Then it hit me one day in 9th grade it was over SM. I was so ashamed and felt so fucking shitty that I just kinda pushed it away.. Tucked away my feelings and even the memory of knowing, although the memory of realizing could’ve left cause trauma. Another time I was looking for the two of them at lunch and I found them making out behind the school. The pain in that moment I could not use enough words combined with all the languages to explain that pain. It was worse than a speeding commuter train hitting me while watching a bunch of kittens get shot. I would later learn that same pain when I had to avert my eyes from seeing DW kissing this girl for a play. To cope with it in the moment I remember cracking a joke and leaving.

I loved her. Soon enough the two of them broke up cause SM wasn’t i a good head space and she was like I don’t wanna hurt CH like that. CH was also plus size like me. That will be relevant later. So now the scene is 10th grade. SM introduces me to SMY. They had known each other for awhile and rode the same bus home. SMY was a year younger though. Soon enough SMY and SM started dating. I felt that same pain again. I didn’t know this time why as by then I forgot about figuring out. SMY a few months in came out as non binary. SM was fine with that and still liked SMY regardless. So when I left my first high school I kinda fell outta contact with SMY. She never was good with that outside of school with me. Then in my first year of 12th grade after KL saw me (yes even in 12th grade I was this bitch) cut on my snap story brought all of us together. I talked to all them and for a few months we were as close as we’d been back in the good old days. It was so refreshing to talk to SM. But nothing good last in my life. SM left the chat. Fine. Then IM leave. Then it kinda goes silent and we all fall apart. Or at least I’m not there. Again after this I’m gonna try and message all three of them. I miss them. SO YEAH I BASICALLY LET MYSELF NOT BE WITH SM. She was open to dating fat, non binary, non typical beauty people, and I just made up excuses to repress my feelings. I wouldn’t let myself be happy? Who knows. She could’ve rejected me and it could’ve made shit real awkward.

I’m gonna just do the same thing? But knowingly this time and more self aware with DK. Sure it’s not really too healthy, but it’s with the pros and cons put together better than the cons of potential revealing of this info and me trying to pursue a relationship. Besides, me and him have wayyyyyy to much shit we’d needa work on before dating. Like you can and date with mental illness and should be able to. But if both partners suffer both need to have a certain level of stability or it could lead to lots of unhealthy shit. Witnesses enough where that wasn’t true and I ain’t signing up for that.

Good things that happened today was that a cosplay tik toker I like liked my comment I put on their video, after I did a cosplay duet to another one that I like they also liked the video I made and commented something nice, and soon me and my mom will watch The Goldfinch together.

My brother’s school is forcing him out. The state was like ‘yea no ya’ll better gtfo and go home while corona up in this bitch.’ So there goes my mental stability. I’m kinda fucked now. My parents are leaving tomorrow to pick him up. So yeah world I’m actually fucked. I am worried that I might do something I will regret in these coming days and weeks. I have had a bit more non passive thoughts about self harm and SI. I won’t have anything. No where to hide. No where to cosplay. Even more judgment. I’m actually screwed. Wish me luck. Hopefully things will turn out good? Probably not. Hope if you’re reading this things are good for you. Any advice?

Yours cordially,

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