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Entertainment Weekly, June

Cover: The Pride Issue cover 3 of 4 -- Lena Waithe

Page 3: Contents, other covers featuring Lil Nas X, Mj Rodriguez, Bowen Yang

Page 4: Sound Bites

Page 7: The Cold Open

Page 14: The Must List -- In the Heights

Page 15: Instructions for Dancing by Nicola Yoon, Iceage -- Seek Shelter, Ziwe

Page 18: Trying Q&A with Esther Smith and Rafe Spall, Day Zero by C. Robert Cargill

Page 20: Milestone Returns #0: Infinite Edition, In Treatment

Page 21: Brat: An '80s Story by Andrew McCarthy, The Empty Man

Page 22: My Must List Pride Edition -- Niecy Nash

Page 25: Pride 2021

Page 26: Lil Nas X -- the 22-year-old rapper is still breaking barriers one song and several clapbacks at a time

Page 29: St. Vincent -- the chameleonic singer-songwriter returns with Daddy's Home, an adventurous new album inspired by her father's prison time

Page 30: Olly Alexander -- after a lauded lead turn in It's a Sin, the artist returned with the single Starstruck, from his newly solo musical act Years & Years

* Rostam -- the new solo album from the multi-instrumentalist is rooted in society's fear of change

Page 32: Lena Waithe -- the producer and actor, and the new star of Master of None season 3, wants to create provocative art while elevating voices

Page 35: Josh Thomas -- the Australian creator-star of Everything's Gonna Be Okay is telling his story through his art

Page 36: Meet Your Maker -- Natalie Morales -- the queer star directs her first film(s), the sharp indies Plan B and Language Lessons. Here's what got her behind the camera

Page 37: Joshua Safran -- the man behind Alex Parrish's attitude and Blair Waldorf's one-liners shares how his sexuality helps him empathize with his characters

* Brandon Taylor -- coming off his explosive, best-selling debut novel Real Life, the lauded author is looking toward his second act and beyond

Page 38: Mj Rodriguez -- with the final season of the history-making FX drama Pose, it's leading lady is ready to claim what's hers

Page 41: Colman Domingo -- after decades of stellar work, the scene-stealer is front and center on Euphoria, Fear the Walking Dead, and more

Page 42: Auli'i Cravalho -- the star of Disney's Moana proved how far she'll go to be her authentic self, and is now focused on joy and inclusion

Page 43: Queen Supremes -- the international RuPaul's Drag Race winning class speaks power to the franchise's worldwide domination and looks ahead to a fab future

Page 44: Bowen Yang -- the Saturday Night Live breakout is defining funny for a whole new generation and pushing boundaries in the process

Page 47: Margaret Cho -- the stand-up comedian plays the lesbian pal we all wish we had in the comedy Good on Paper

Page 48: Molly Bernard -- after playing Younger's pansexual publicist, she's ready to explore the full spectrum of queerness

* Josie Totah -- from Disney's Jessie to the Saved by the Bell revival and Amy Poehler's Moxie, the actress has made a name for herself twice and Hollywood's paying attention

Page 49: Calendar -- 10 upcoming LGBTQ projects to get excited for --from eye-opening documentaries to sweeping romances, there is plenty to add to your Pride watch queue

* Pride season's 6 essential reads

Page 51: Summer TV Preview

Page 52: Loki with Tom Hiddleston

Page 53: Panic, The Celebrity Dating Game, Gossip Girl

Page 54: September Mornings, Schmigadoon!, Masters of the Universe: Revelation, Ted Lasso

Page 55: Heels, The Good Fight

Page 56: Power Book III: Raising Kanan

Page 57: Sweet Tooth, Blindspotting, Kevin Can F**k Himself, Mr. Corman

Page 58: We Are Lady Parts, Love Victor, Sex/Life, Turner & Hooch

Page 59: Physical, Hit & Run, American Rust

Page 60: Bosch, Marvel Studios' What If...?, Lisey's Story -- Q&A with Julianne Moore

Page 61: Calendar

Page 62: The Fast and the Furious oral history -- how did a little movie about underground racing speed off to become one of the most profitable franchises in history? The cast and crew reminisce about 20 years of Fast, one quarter-mile at a time

Page 68: News + Reviews -- Nominate Them, You Cowards -- on July 13, the Academy of Television Arts & Sciences will announce the 2021 Emmy nominees. Here are some standout shows and performances we insist not be overlooked

Page 72: Movies -- Summer Star -- taking the lead in blockbusters A Quiet Place II and Jungle Cruise, Emily Blunt is the face of Hollywood's comeback summer

Page 74: Making the Scene -- Army of the Dead -- Zack Snyder explains how he bet big on destroying Las Vegas in his bloody zombie heist movie

Page 75: Oxygen, The Woman in the Window -- the journey from smash best-seller to star-studded streaming thriller was long and fittingly bizarre

Page 76: Meet the Fab G -- director Kay Cannon on how Billy Porter found a fresh, inclusive take on the fairy godmother in the new Cinderella

Page 79: My Favorite Shot Pride Edition -- Sebastian Lelio, A Fantastic Woman -- the Chilean director revisits a gravity-defying sequence in his groundbreaking Oscar-winning drama

Page 80: TV -- The Underground Railroad

Page 81: The Upshaws

Page 82: Oral History -- in 2011, Teen Wolf premiered on MTV. Ten years later, we look back at the pilot episode that introduced us to Scott, Stiles and the werewolves of Beacon Hills -- Jeff Davis, Tyler Posey, Russell Mulgahy, Dylan O'Brien, Crystal Reed

Page 84: What to Watch

Page 86: Music -- Miranda Lambert Q&A -- for The Marfa Tapes, Lambert decamped to the quiet artsy town in West Texas and recorded songs around a campfire. She talks to EW about the album and being an introverted superstar

Page 88: Ear Kandi -- Xscape member and current Real Housewives of Atlanta star Kandi Burruss reflects on the hits she's made for Destiny's Child, *NSYNC, TLC and more

Page 89: The Black Keys

Page 90: Books -- summer books special -- a comedy of eras -- in a sharp new essay collection, The Wreckage of My Presence, actor Casey Wilson weaves big feelings into even bigger laughs

Page 92: Poetic Justice -- prolific romance writer and political powerhouse Stacey Abrams bookend an incredible year with more thrills, this time in her first novel not written under her pen name Selena Montgomery

Page 93: Author Spotlight -- Silvia Moreno-Garcia -- Velvet Was the Night

Page 94: Fatal Attraction -- inside the intoxicating depravity of Animal, Lisa Taddeo's meaty follow-up to Three Women

Page 95: Critic's Pick -- The Great Mistake by Jonathan Lee

Page 96: Critic's Pick -- In the Country of Others by Leila Slimani

Page 97: The Conversation -- Taylor Jenkins Reid and Paula Hawkins -- the names behind Daisy Jones & the Six and The Girl on the Train are coming for your beach tote

Page 98: Q&A with Zakiya Dalila Harris -- The Other Black Girl, former book editor Zakiya Dalila Harris' genre-bending evisceration of workplace privilege, is set to become the debut of the summer

Page 99: Critic's Pick -- Afterparties by Anthony Veasna So

Page 101: Q&A with Billie Eilish -- in between winning Grammys and releasing her sophomore album, the pop star is publishing her first (self-titled) book, a collection of never-before-seen pics of her early life on the road

Page 103: Parental Guidance -- your crib sheet on the best entertainment for kids from toddlers to tweens

* Q&A with Gabrielle Union-Wade and Dwyane Wade -- the actress and her NBA legend husband, bring it on with their new children's book Shady Baby

Page 112: The Bullseye

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Chapter 23

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: HELLO EVERYBODY. BIG APOLOGIES FOR THE LONG ASS WAIT BUT HERE SHE IS. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. I AM STILL WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER AND I CAN’T PROMISE WHEN I WILL POST AGAIN, BUT HOPEFULLY IT WILL BE SOON. HOPE YOU’RE ALL WELL!!! (If you feel so inclined, I do have a ko-fi now, and coffee sure does help me on writing sprees. *wink wink*)

“Mel.” Harry skimmed a hand down the side of her neck to the bandage that covered her small cut, where she’d been sliced by Colton’s knife. For all intents and purposes, she appeared dead to the world, but she usually did when she slept this late into the day. “Melody, wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open, vision blurry. And she jumped when she felt Harry’s hand shift on her throat, pushing him away with a gasp.

“‘S me,” he told her gently, crouching down beside the bed until he was at eye level with her, watching her face relax in realization. “‘S only me.”

“You’re okay?” she whispered. She hadn’t been able to speak to him at all the night before. He’d been whisked away for an MRI the moment they’d stepped foot in the hospital, and when she’d been allowed into his room, the pain meds they’d pumped into him had already knocked him unconscious. At some point in the middle of the night, he’d woken her and coaxed her out of her chair, into the hospital bed with him, but they’d both been too tired to speak more than a couple words before falling back to sleep.

“‘M fine,” he answered, nodding.

Melody sighed in relief. She watched Harry rest his chin on the edge of the mattress as she shifted onto her back, then rubbed at her tired eyes. “Did you hear what Brian said?” she whispered. It was almost too quiet to be a hospital. She wasn’t surprised when she glanced at the door and found it closed.

“Not last night,” he said. “Didn’ hear anythin’ anyone said last night. I was completely out of it.” He paused and then nodded slowly. “But he told me this mornin’.”

The air felt heavy. Melody had so many thoughts, but she didn’t know what any of them were. Her mind was a jumble of string, and she couldn’t find an end to yank and untangle.

“Are yeh okay?” Harry asked. He reached for her hand, dragging it across the bed and pressing his lips to her knuckles, gentle with the dark bruises from when she’d hit CJ. “Mel, yeh don’ feel bad, do yeh?” His voice was quiet, gentle. It was so different from everything she’d heard leave his mouth the day before—when he’d argued with CJ, when he’d snapped at her in the car, when he’d spoken so urgently to her and Colton. “He wouldn’ have felt bad if he hurt yeh. He didn’ regret almost killin’ me.”

Melody shook her head, sitting up. “No,” she muttered, pulling the strap of her tank top back up her shoulder. “No, of course not. It’s just...complicated.”

Harry agreed. None of this was simple. “Yeh wanna get dressed, love?” he asked. “Bea and Josie are here. And Sean went downstairs to grab us some breakfast.”

Melody glanced toward the door, nodding. “Is Vanessa here?”

Harry stood, dropping Melody’s hand to reach for the bag that Bea had brought for her. He dug beneath her dress—now rumpled and bloody—for the fresh clothes Bea had packed, tossing a t-shirt and leggings onto the bed. “She wanted to stay until yeh woke up,” he said, “but she worked a double yesterday. She went home to sleep. She said to have you call her when yeh feel like it.”

Melody glanced at her phone on the table beside the bed. Somehow, Bea had found it in her suitcase before leaving the apartment. But Melody hadn’t taken a moment to check her notifications. She knew that she’d have to talk to her mom. Speaking with Vanessa sounded a lot less dreadful, but despite the deep sleep Harry had woken her from, it was as if she had no energy left to explain what had happened. She barely had the energy to process it herself.

Trying not to fall into the vivid memories of the night before, Melody slipped her tank top off and switched it for the t-shirt Harry had laid out for her. When she’d changed her pants and raked her hands through her hair, she found Harry staring out the window, his arms crossed, his eyes unfocused.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, lifting a hand to touch his shoulder when he didn’t respond. “Harry?”

“Hm?” he murmured. He glanced down at her, dazed, and nodded. “Yeah, ‘m fine. Uh, Brian needs me to identify the body.”

Melody’s stomach seized up. If she had eaten anything since early yesterday afternoon, she might’ve been sick.

“Do you...” she began, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. “Uh, do you need me to come with you?”

“No.” Harry shook his head fiercely. He watched relief spread across her face. “No, you can just go home with Bea, yeah?”

Melody clasped her hands in her lap, her brows knitting together. “Are you sure?”

“Of course ‘m sure,” Harry said. “I can do it alone.”

The minutes of panic from the day before raced through Harry’s mind again—minutes that had seemed to last for hours. Despite his efforts to shake them, the memories had flashed like strobe lights since he’d woken up. Melody’s terrified face, Colton’s grin, the gleam of the knife, the feeling of sheer uselessness, of helplessness. And the apologies afterward, like Melody had expected to take Colton down single-handedly.

“Melody,” Harry said quietly, uncrossing his arms to press his palms into the mattress, “yeh know I didn’ expect yeh to turn around and knock him out, right?”

She pulled her lip between her teeth and turned her head away from him. Like she was embarrassed. He shook his head slowly, confused and exasperated.

“He had a fuckin’ knife to your throat,” he reminded her.

Melody sighed, staring at the wall before her. “But I—”

“But nothin’, okay?” Harry interrupted. He caught her chin, turning her face toward him. “If all yeh ended up with was this little cut,” he continued, running a finger down to the edge of the bandage on her neck, “then I don’ care. Yeh’re okay. Tha’s what matters to me.” Melody blinked silently, shivering as his fingers drifted over her skin. Harry drew in a deep breath. “And ‘m sorry for snappin’ at yeh in the car,” he added in a whisper.

Melody’s lips pursed. She reached up to grip his wrist, dragging his hand away from her neck, where his touch still tickled. “It’s fine.”

“No, ‘s not. It wasn’ fair,” he protested. “Yeh weren’ doin’ anythin’ wrong.”

Melody studied the tense lines of his face. Their conversation before arriving back at the apartment was the last thing she was worried about. It seemed weeks ago, rather than only a few hours. “How’s your head?” she asked.

Harry nodded softly. “Okay. Still aches a little, but ’m fine. How’s your hand?” He reached for the one in her lap when she merely shrugged, bending her fingers, gentle. “That hurt?”

Melody’s wince answered him. She pressed her lips tightly together. “Mhmm.”

Someone knocked at the door. Melody stiffened.

“Can we come in yet?” Bea asked, poking her head into the room. “Is she awake?”

“I’m awake,” Melody assured her, drawing her hand out of Harry’s and relaxing her sore fingers.

“Oh, good.” The door swung open as Bea entered the room, closely followed by Josie. Sean trailed after them, his hands full, hugging cups of coffee to his chest. They all looked just as tired as Melody felt, and the unbridled worry in their eyes had her fighting back a rush of tears.

“Hi,” Sean murmured, stepping in front of Bea and Josie to hand Melody some breakfast—a bagel and a container of fruit. She took the cup of coffee he handed her with a sigh of thanks. But it was quiet as he passed another breakfast off to Harry, like everyone was wondering where to start a conversation.

“Um,” Bea began, scratching at her temple, where a curl was tickling her, “how did the visit go?”

Melody took a sip of lukewarm, watery coffee and shook her head.

“Oh, no.” Bea glanced at Harry, her eyes narrowed in accusation. “What’d he do?”

Josie barked out a laugh and then clapped a hand over her mouth, turning toward the door. But the damage had already been done. Harry cocked his head at both of them, raising an eyebrow in offense.

“It was me, actually,” Melody said. She watched Bea shoot Harry a short, apologetic look and then avoid his gaze. “CJ showed up.”

“Yikes,” Bea hissed. Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “I thought he wasn’t going. Didn’t he have a tennis match or something?”

Maybe it shouldn’t have bothered him, but hearing Bea talk about CJ so casually rubbed Harry the wrong way. When had she and Melody talked about him? How did Bea know that CJ had a tennis match? And if CJ’s presence or absence was so important, why did Harry feel so out of the loop? But instead of wondering aloud, he only muttered, “Of course he plays fuckin’ tennis.”

Josie gave a dry snort, side-eyeing him. “What’s wrong with tennis?”

“Do yeh play?”

“No.”

“Then, why does it matter?”

Josie rolled her eyes and turned toward Melody. “Well, we’re kind of having the same issue,” she said, tipping her head in Bea’s direction. “My parents won’t even let me in the house.” When Harry looked blankly at her, she added, “Very religious family.”

Harry frowned, raising a brow. “Yeh work in a bar.”

Josie scoffed. “And you’re unemployed,” she snapped back. “See how rude it sounds?”

Melody set her coffee to the side and pressed a hand to her forehead when Harry opened his mouth to speak again. She was relieved that everyone was avoiding the topic of Colton, of the entire reason they were in the hospital to begin with, but this was not the sort of conversation she wanted to hear instead. “Can you both stop, please?” she muttered.

Bea sighed. “Do you wanna go home?” she asked Melody. “You’re ready?”

A swift nod later, Harry was stuffing her dirty clothes back into her bag, zipping it up and handing it over to Bea. Josie reached for Melody’s coffee.

“I’m gonna stick with Harry,” Sean said as Melody climbed off of the bed.

For the first time since she woke, she let her hand drift to her neck, to her bandaged wound. She could feel the slightest sting when she applied pressure. It was a small cut—insignificant, really—but that didn’t stop her mind from wandering. What if Colton had kept a better grip? What if she hadn’t slipped so perfectly from the circle of his arm? And what if Harry hadn’t been so lucky? What if he’d suffered more than that skull-splitting headache?

“Melody,” Harry whispered. She blinked and he was standing in front of her, rubbing his chin, the skin smooth and shaven so neatly for meeting her parents. He lifted his other hand and his fingers circled her wrist, drawing her arm back to her side. She hadn’t realized she’d still been touching the bandage. “Are yeh still here?”

“What?” she murmured back.

He drew in a slow breath and shrugged. “Yeh space out when yeh’re stressed,” he explained. “Sure yeh’re okay?”

Melody glanced down at his hand, still looped around her wrist, his thumb dancing across the thin bones. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m fine.”

He nodded briefly, though he didn’t believe her in the slightest. “I’ll go right back to the apartment when ‘m done here, okay?” He waited for a nod or a hum, some form of acknowledgment, but it didn’t come. “Mel.”

She shook her head, as if waking from a daze, and looked up to meet his eyes. “Okay.”

Harry pressed his palm to the side of her face, thumbing over her cheekbone. The skin beneath her eyes was dark and swollen, her lips raw from all of her constant chewing, the bruise at her chin only just beginning to yellow. She looked like she’d been dragged through hell, and maybe she had. Maybe this was her personal hell.

“See yeh soon,” Harry breathed, ducking to press a swift kiss to her forehead. He stepped aside so that Bea and Josie could usher her out of the room, and he watched until they disappeared around the edge of the doorway.

“Are you ready?” Sean asked when they were alone, clapping Harry’s shoulder with a firm hand. “Might as well get it over with, right?”

“Right,” Harry muttered. He dragged a palm down his face, setting his shoulders. Even if he wasn’t ready, time wasn’t going to pause until he could collect himself, so he would fake it. The same way Melody faked that calm stolidity.

“Let’s go.”

***

The following days were uncomfortable. Melody’s apartment, the place she’d made her own, the space she’d spent so much time occupying, no longer seemed to belong to her. There was a dull spot in the floor where Bea had scrubbed at Colton’s dried blood. And no matter how hard she tried to remember that he’d only spent minutes inside, whereas she’d lived there for years, Melody couldn’t stop picturing him in the kitchen, imagining him stepping through the door behind her while she was letting her suitcase topple over, unaware. Somehow, he seemed so much more present when his actual presence was impossible. He was no longer a distant figure standing in the shadows, but he’d already come and gone, and forgetting how it had felt to be pressed against him, his clammy hand tangled in her dress, was not going to happen overnight. He was a ghost, lurking in the corners, breathing down the back of her neck.

Harry was at a loss. When he’d helped ease Melody’s nightmares those months ago, he’d felt purposeful, useful, maybe even needed. But nothing he did now seemed to lessen the strain. He could comfort her when she woke in a fit, but he couldn’t keep Melody’s bad dreams at bay. And it was eating at him. He wished she could share with him, that he could press his forehead to hers and lighten the load she carried, or that he could at least understand the terror that still gripped her while she slept. That same agonizing helplessness that he’d felt when Colton had tried pulling her out of the apartment—Harry felt it spark in his gut each time Melody awoke in tears.

And to add to it, Colton’s face seemed permanently etched into the backs of Harry’s eyelids. Not his sneer or his chafing laughter, not that sharp smirk that he liked to wear—the cold, lifeless face he wore in death. It was the calm face that had appeared when the coroner had unzipped that black body bag in the morgue. Harry had never seen Colton look so peaceful and still. He’d always been moving. Even in sleep he mumbled and twitched. Seeing him so utterly devoid of noise and movement made the finality of it all almost palpable.

Harry’s mind was constantly churning now. The length of time for which he could focus seemed to wane as his thoughts flitted by like frames in a film reel. He was somewhere else entirely when he felt the electric force of Melody’s right-handed swing through the mitt she aimed for.

Her next punch came harder.

His eyes, which had been passively following her form—watching her muscles twist and her limbs stretch in order to gauge where to position his mitts—snapped to her face. Her skin was sheeted in sweat, strands of hair plastered to her temples. The red in her cheeks only highlighted the raw, torn skin of her chewed lips.

“Mel,” Harry tried. She wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t sure if she was even registering that he was behind those mitts or if she’d simply clocked out. Her torso twisted back and forth with the brutal speed of her alternating hits. “Melody,” he tried again, raising his voice to cut through her stupor, “tha’s enough.”

Melody redirected her arm mid-swing. The change in course threw her off-balance and she stumbled sideways, toward the boxing ring beside them. Harry caught her with an arm around her waist before she fell completely. The two of them froze for a moment. Then Melody’s head swung, her eyes darting about the gym until she was satisfied that nobody was watching them.

A strangled whimper passed her lips. Harry’s arm tightened on her sweaty torso, pressing her into his chest. “Shh,” he murmured softly, batting the mitts from his hands with a couple of impatient flicks, “shh.” He stepped backward, lifting her off her feet and swinging her into the hallway that led to the locker rooms. It was quieter here.

Harry set Melody down, propping her against the closest wall. He took a short step back and leaned down until he could see her face clearly, brushing hair away from her cheeks, noting the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Yeh’re fine, love. Wha’s wrong?”

Melody swallowed, then blinked, and in the next second she was tearing at the velcro of her right glove and flinging it to the floor, then closing the space which separated her from Harry, grasping the back of his neck as he began to draw away. She pulled at him until she could reach his lips and kissed him with a firm mouth. His palms tightened on her jaw for a moment, his lips stilled with surprise. There was a moment before he kissed her back, and then it only lasted for a heartbeat. He reached behind him for her wrist, withdrawing her fingers from his hair, his other hand slipping over her side.

“Melody,” he breathed, pushing against her hip to add space between them. “Mel, hey.”

Melody relented, flattening against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she tipped her head back, peeling her eyes open to look up at the ceiling. The tears that had collected began to drip down her face, one by one.

Harry shook his head in confusion. “Wha’s goin’ on?” he asked gently, reaching for her face again. He drew his thumbs through the wet tracks streaking her cheeks. “I thought yeh’d feel better.”

Melody let out a garbled sob, twisting her head until she could see out into the rest of the gym. Everyone else continued on, oblivious.

“Melody,” Harry pressed.

“It’s not fair!” she cried, dipping her chin for a moment and finally freeing her other hand from its glove. When she looked up again, she met his gaze head-on. “It’s not fair that he almost killed you and now he’s just gone. And I still close my eyes and see his face like he’s right in front of me. And what he did to you and what he did to me, we have to live with that for the rest of our lives and he just gets to—” She cut herself off with a hiccuped gasp. Her eyes dropped to the collar of Harry’s shirt. She could see the pulse in his neck before his face lowered into her line of sight.

“Die?” Harry finished, a deep, troubled divot between his brows. “He’s dead,” he said slowly. “Yeh’d rather be dead?”

Melody deflated beneath his stare, shaking her head. “No,” she whispered.

“No,” he repeated. His fingers traced her cheekbone. “Yeh’re safe, love.”

“I don’t feel like it.”

The words felt like a wicked blow. It was merely weeks ago that she’d said differently. You make me feel safe, Harry. But he schooled his features and nodded curtly.

“Maybe yeh don’ feel like it yet, but yeh are.”

Melody shut her eyes, collecting herself. She felt Harry’s lips at her temple, but then his phone rang, loud and shrill, and both of them jumped. She wiped her lingering tears with the back of her wrist as Harry stepped back, glancing down at the screen. She met his pause with a frown.

“Who is it?”

Harry cleared his throat, flashing her a brief, vague look. “‘S my mum.”

Melody drew in a breath, nodding. “Answer it.” She waited for him to move, but he seemed frozen, still as a wax sculpture. “Harry,” she said, “answer the phone.”

He gave a sharp nod and then spun around, bringing the phone to his ear. Melody watched him move further down the hall, his voice a low murmur, and then she stepped back into the main area of the gym to offer him a modicum of privacy. His mitts lay abandoned on the floor. She pressed her shoulders into the wall and slid down to sit, stretching her legs out before her.

It seemed like only minutes had passed before Harry stepped around the corner. Melody glanced up at him, but he was staring across the room, his expression drawn, impassive. He slid down the wall beside her, settling on the floor, and threw his arms over his crooked-up knees.

“What’s wrong?” Melody asked. She reached for his hand when he didn’t respond, her heart pounding so hard that her chest ached. “Harry?”

“She’s in remission.”

Melody froze, her fingers partly intertwined with his. “What?”

He nodded, confirming that she’d heard him correctly.

“That’s great,” she said. She studied his profile—the hard set of his jaw, the troubling, cool stare. “That’s incredible. Why don’t you look happy?”

Harry let out a dry laugh, his fingers closing around Melody’s, still avoiding her eyes. “She called to tell me good news, and then we had to talk about how her son is dead.”

Melody licked her dry lips. She hadn’t even considered that Harry might not have spoken to his mother since everything had happened. And she certainly hadn’t thought about his mom’s heartache. She’d been consumed by her own fear and the lack of good sleep she’d been getting. And now she felt guilt gnaw at her.

“What did she say?” she whispered.

“Not much.” Harry’s jaw tightened. He reached up to rake a hand through his hair. “I don’ think she really has any words.”

As she watched him, Harry’s stone face cracked. It was small, just a rapid blink and a twitch of his mouth, and anyone else probably wouldn’t have noticed, but Melody reached for him. She turned her body, pressing a kiss to his cheek, sliding an arm around his neck and stroking his hair. Harry closed his eyes, effectively blocking out everyone around them.

“Just—‘m not upset that he’s gone. ‘M relieved.” He sighed, shivering at the tickle of Melody’s hair on his neck. “‘M so fuckin’ relieved. And that feels wrong when my mum has to grieve for him.”

A wave of frustrated anger swept through Melody. The same feeling that had her swinging mindlessly at Harry’s mitts. It wasn’t fair.

“It’s not wrong, Harry,” she said firmly. She pulled back enough to look at him, but his eyes remained closed. “He was her son but he wasn’t your brother. You experienced a different person from the one that she knew. You’re allowed to feel whatever you’re feeling, okay? But what you don’t need to feel is guilty.”

His eyes opened again. He watched the men in the boxing ring, one backing the other into a corner, a rapid duck as a fist swung, just missing its mark. He could feel Melody’s gaze.

“You never say anything back,” she muttered. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yeah.” Harry nodded. He turned to look at her. “Yeah, I do.”

Her deep frown softened, her brow relaxing. “Good,” she said.

“‘M not—” Harry’s gaze swept over the room once more. Melody watched his jaw shift. “I don’ wanna be here.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, drawing in a loud breath and climbing to her feet. “Let’s go.”

Harry pulled himself up to stand beside her, and together they collected their equipment, stuffing their gym bags, and trailed through the city back to Melody’s apartment.

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noxtms · 4 years ago

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below you will find the recap for everything that took place over the course of the seventh anniversary event & subsequent plot drop, both of which are linked.

there was no reason to panic. these were the empty words offered to those present at the seventh anniversary when headmistress mcgonagall announced that one of the guests, judith strout, had gone missing over the course of the weekend. the healer was nowhere to be found : not at home or at work, not in the hufflepuff guest quarters where her bed was found unmussed & her weekend bag unopened, not at the three broomsticks, where a number of people had headed to take part in madam rosmerta’s pub quiz. concern was understandable, the professors who gathered willing volunteers parroted, but there were a host of plausible explanations. hogwarts can be a maze / grief can mess with your head / anyone can get turned around, after a drink or two. they were going to get to the bottom of it ( and ensure judy was found safe & well ), and the only thing left to do was to send out search parties and find her.

HOGWART’S CASTLE.

all of the professors and a handful of volunteers were assigned hogwarts castle, with the evening spent going from room to room, floor to floor, searching high & low for any sign of judy. though she had last been seen in the crowd leaving the great hall at the end of the feast, her path through the castle on the night of her disappearance was impossible to determine.

a group comprised of antigone xu, josie diggory, sebastian yang & oliver wood began their search on the ground floor, and moved upwards over the course of the evening. it was a slow process for them, and they had only managed to clear two floors, entirely, when they heard an almighty crash up ahead. it was the first of what became a cacophony of crashes coming from the direction they were travelling, and to the worried ear, it sounded a lot like a struggle. with judy as their priority, there was no question about whether they would or would not follow the noise to its source, and wands out, they proceeded with caution.

the group felt a flash of relief when they pushed the door to the armour gallery and discovered that peeves the poltergeist was the culprit. he bounced back & forth giddily, taking aim at suits of armour as he passed and knocking one clean over as they watched, the commotion explained. their relief didn’t get to last for long as he became aware of his audience, and with a gleeful cackle, he launched into a song about getting them all into trouble with filch - destruction continuing as he zipped away towards the trophy room.

they sped after him as fast as they could, the spells that they fired towards him - ones meant to slow him down, or freeze him in place, or banish him entirely - missing by inches every time, his laughter growing more mocking the more damage they helped him cause to trophy cases and tapestrys and photo frames of past quidditch teams. it’s hard to say who managed to hit him with the langlock jinx that stuck his tongue to the roof of his mouth, but he made just as much of a commotion in leaving the trophy room and disappearing into the depths of the castle as he had with full use of his tongue, which was sort of impressive, really.

they knew they couldn’t leave the mess for filch to find ( especially since the poltergeist would quite happily pin the blame on damage caused on them ), and they set about tidying the trophy room & armour gallery as best they could the moment he was out of sight. they repaired the glass cases that had been shattered and righted the suits of armour that peeves had turned over, and it was only when one of them bent to pick up the lid of a golden cup he had knocked from a shelf that they saw the pool of drying red that looked suspiciously like blood.

THE FORBIDDEN FOREST.

few could bring themselves to brave the forbidden forest, even with the distinct feeling that judy’s life could have been hanging on the line. hagrid took lead along with a group of centaurs who agreed to search the farthest reaches, so only a couple groups of volunteers were tasked with heading into the depths, with the groups made intentionally small so as to keep the noise down.

oriana trelawney, michael corner & harry potter were one such trio, unlucky enough to be the group sent closest to aragog’s lair. they’re lucky to have harry in their number - not only does he have firsthand experience with the acromantulas, but he also knows exactly what they’re looking at when....- well.

the group will be forgiven if they didn’t cast glances downwards from tiem to time as they approached the nest, given how much of their focus is in sweeping webs from their path & scanning the horizon for anything on more than two legs. the trail that had been left went unnoticed, but the fallen mound of silver up ahead, dangerously close to the entrance to the lair, certainly does not. anyone familiar with even a textbook picture of unicorns would have known a dead one when they saw it, even at a distance, and the group moved forward to investigate further.

HOGSMEADE VILLAGE.

the most amount of volunteers were directed towards hogsmeade village, and the group comprised of augustine verne, dennis creevey, blaise zabini, hermione granger, nazli demirtas & benjamin malkin began their evening by going door to door, questioning the villagers on whether they had seen the missing judy strout. it was tough going, especially as the doors that wouldn’t open to them led to houses that had to go unsearched, and any of them could have been forgiving for wondering if it was one of those buildings that judy was inside.

everything changed as they began the trek towards the hog’s head. as they watched, the door crashed open, light streaming out across the lane. a single figure clutching an unidentifiable lump hesitated for just a moment as if unsure where to go, now, until they spotted the figures just down the lane and suddenly broke into a run in the opposite direction - the anti apparition spell placed on the town as the search took place making a quick escape impossible. their group large enough to split in two directions, half of them chose to run after the figure while the other half rushed into the hog’s head.

the mystery track star runner might have gotten away, if they had taken a right instead of a left. the open road stretches in one direction, out of town and past the borders of the spell on the town, while the other led only to a dead end - cornering them in & making it impossible for them to escape as the group that followed approached, wands out and ready, stitch in their sides. they fired a spell or two at them in desperation, bins exploding, but the group was unharmed - someone casting a quick leg lock spell & causing the figure to topple in with a yell.

when they approached and tore the cloak that had flown up around his face away, they found mundungus fletcher - the mystery lump a sack from which the galleons from the hog’s head till spilled from, now it had fallen on the ground. they decided to leave him there - spitting swear words after them, as they left - and take the money back to aberforth’s pub, where worse things still awaited.

the group that didn’t follow found an empty pub - from which mundungus had been able to steal without trouble - and an ajar doorway to the stairwell that headed upstairs. aberforth dumbledore was at the school, assisting minerva with the chaos judy’s disappearance was causing - the barman he had left to watch the bar was found unconscious in his quarters, the passageway hidden behind the portrait of ariana exposed.

THE CLUES TO BE FOUND.

the pool of blood in the trophy room,

the dead unicorn, in the forest,

& an unconscious barman before the open passageway into hogwarts.

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juniebjoneswrites · 4 years ago

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Bring Me Home // Harry Styles

Steps From The Past (4)

Just one chapter from ya boi’s big debut!

T/W: brief gross teacher

/the past/

It’s been three weeks since Eli’s death, a week ago they declared him a missing person. I haven't spoken in five days, haven't left my bed in three. I watch the sun rise and set, rise and set like a melody that if maybe I can get it just right, I won't have to hear it anymore. I won't have to hear anything, not my sister crying in the room across the hall or my parents arguing in hushed tones in the dead of night. I won't have to hear my ragged breaths or the stomach pains from not eating. But I do hear. In the mornings when the birds wake I try to find comfort in their tunes and the warmth of the sun but I'm so frozen over that it can't penetrate my ozone. I like to think I have gravity as if the dust is being pulled down, settling over my body, and sinking into my skin. I imagine it trying to absorb my energies and become whole again but I tell it if that were possible then I wouldn't be lying here. At night I don't hear anything for long periods. Time is broken up by sirens and stray animals foraging in trash cans. I try to listen for whispers that come from just out of reach in case he wants to speak to me or to let me explain. But I know that if he didn't want to listen in life then he's definitely not going to in death.

It's the middle of the day and my mom brings me another sandwich I will not eat. My sister's room is loud and heavy with her music. She sets the plate on my night stand and picks up the old one. My eyes are closed but I can feel her staring at me as she makes her way to the door. I let out a breath as I think she's left, but she puts the plate on my dresser and crawls into bed. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close and tight. She smells of lavender and honey and I feel her warmth trying to seep into my bones. I want to cry and scream and make her hurt because I can't make anyone else hurt. I need somewhere to direct it but there's no one to blame but myself.

I watch myself thrash, yell, and cry. The snot from my nose is uncontrollable. I am inconsolable. I watch as I lash out at her, she feels my pain but she doesn't run away like I want. I want her to be afraid, to leave me, but she pulls me in hard. I push back harder. I want someone to hurt. If the anger can't escape what will be left of me in the end? Will the heat melt my ice? Boil me over and spill my secrets?

But I am frozen. My anger and pain are locked away under my cold skin and a sunken face. Moving would give way to screams and emotions that I don't deserve. So I let my mother hold me and do the only thing she thinks she can. I let her warmth radiate as it tries to thaw me. When the tears come silently, still with enough coldness to become snow, I slowly bury us alive. The thing with moms is that even as I bury us here I know she won't flinch.

On day eight I find myself in the kitchen standing in front of the stove. The blueing hues from the window tells me the sun will soon rise. I shuffle around maybe aimlessly, maybe not. I'm not sure. I don't realize my hands have a plan until I'm sitting at the table with them wrapping around a steaming mug of hot chocolate. The smell is dark and sweet, making my mouth water. I take a sip and let it scald my mouth and warm my belly. More shuffling comes from behind me.

"Josie?" I croak, slightly startled by my voice.

"Mmm," She sits at the table across from me and stares at the mug. I can see her thinking it over before she grabs her own. I watch her pour the boiling water and mix it with chocolate powder. When we were younger we tried to eat the packets with a spoon and ended up choking.

I want to talk to her. Or do I just want to hear her voice? I don't know. Either way she doesn't speak and neither do I. She pulls my chair away from the table and climbs on my lap. I wrap my arm around my sister's waist and press my face into her side, letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. She slides her arm around my shoulder, resting her head on mine. I sip my drink. She sips hers.

"We should shower today," She softly says after a long while. We do smell.

"I haven't cared,"

"Me either,"

"You do smell pretty bad," I say. I might be grinning. She lifts her head up and makes a pained sound. I finish my hot chocolate. We don't take a shower, just walk to her bed and fall asleep until the sun sets again.

I finally take my mom's advice to run but I don't initially start this first time out of the house. I take labored step after labored step and push my legs forward like a puppet. I'm groggy and hazy and the world won't slow down. It's kept going at the same pace it always has. It didn't take time to mourn or review it's checks and balances to see if it made the right choice. It just kept going and now we have to find our way back in like jumping on a train at full speed. I don't check my footing or where I'm placing my hands as I Jump, I go blindly.

Being in the everyday motions feels like hitting the train car at full speed. My palms are sweaty and my breath comes like a punch to the gut. I find things to latch on to. I sit on the bench at the library we use to go to and pretend we're all there people watching. "That woman over there looks like she tells the birds her life as she feeds them," Mia once said, I can hear us laugh but I can hear Elijah laugh the loudest. When I see my reflection in the library's windows, it's just me. I walk away.

I find myself at the skate park where Josie taught me to skateboard. I wiped out, taking most of the blow to my knees. I think there's still a rock in there somewhere. In high school I watched Isaac ask Allie to be his girlfriend before Isaac realized he actually liked Jonah. We joked that Allie must have been a bad girlfriend. When Mia was 13 she told me that a neighborhood guy tried to feel her up behind the drop in ramp without asking. Elijah overheard and the next day we saw him with busted knuckles; when we asked him about it he just winked and shrugged. Mia blushed.

I walk by the elementary school we grew up in, only a mile or so from the high school we graduated from years ago. I wonder if our names are still under the desk in math, room 104. There was a scandal there about a teacher seducing a student and allegedly trying with others. No one found out who the girl was, they kept the information closed. But I can't see the science building without remembering how Allie never went back for Mr. Samuel's lessons after he asked to see her after class, she wouldn't tell me why. It wasn't until my sister broke down his classroom door after school that I realized. She saw his hand on my thigh and kicked the chair from under him. She pushed his chest down, "You'll get what you deserve." And he did.

The ice cream shop across town was walking distance from where my father worked and he would give us money on Fridays to get some, so long as we brought him back one after. That's where, in 10th grade, Jonah and Isaac found a dog with three legs wandering around eating from the garbage. They managed to entice it with ice cream and take it back to Isaac's. He had a dog already but his parents took him in anyway. They named him Berry after the strawberry flavor they captured him with.

Once at a roller rink Jonah fell and Josie accidentally ran over his finger. She stumbled to a stop and crawled back to him, screaming. He was laughing so hard from her reaction, and probably the shock, that he hadn't cared about the blood coming from his fingers. I sped us to the hospital while Elijah called his dad. By the time we got there the shock had worn off, leaving him with the pain. We called him hook for the rest of the year on account of how the bandages made his hand look. He just smiled as Isaac held his other one.

Once Sam told me I should be nicer because no one would want me. Sam is three years older than Elijah. Josie is two years older than me. Sam and Josie used to spend a lot of time together in her room listening to music really loudly. I knew what they were doing but I was still angry that she didn't ever want me to hangout with them together. So when Sam came over I went to see Elijah. Two can play that game, I thought. And two, they played.

Elijah kissed me one afternoon on winter break after we played outside for hours. My whole body was freezing but his lips were soft, albeit cold. As he took my hand and brought me back inside I thought of Mia and her secret glances his way. Blushing when he'd sit next to her, how she always seemed to have just what he needed, when he needed it. I couldn't look at her the next time I saw her but Elijah acted like nothing happened so eventually I let myself think nothing did. That following summer he took her to the movies and she told me that when they went back to his house they had sex. I smiled and told her that as long as she wanted to, then I was happy for her. On the drive home I thought of his bed.

When I got back I wanted to talk to my sister but as usual, Sam was there so her door was shut. I banged and banged until finally she opened it. "What?" She asked annoyed and out of breath. I guess she could see my youthful confusion and anger, I was 16 and she was 18. I knew what they were doing but I didn't know what I was doing. She sighed and opened the door wider, Sam looked annoyed. I shot him a dirty look and he stood up defensively. She was my sister.

"What's your problem?" He asked. My sister raised her eyebrows at him.

"You're my problem," I sneered.

"I was just sitting here,"

"Yeah well now you're not, so you can leave," I threw him his sweater. He laughs, "You know what?" he snatches his shoes, "No one's going to want you if you're going to be such a bitch all the time," With that my sister smacked him across the back of the head and pushed him from her room. He whirled around, "Why do you think Eli didn't choose you?"

"Because he was too busy hiding from you!" I screamed at him, slamming her door in his face.

I leaped face down on her bed and screamed into the pillow. Asking what happened, she crawled on the bed and rested her body on mine. "He slept with Mia," I told her through pillows and tears. But I didn't tell her that on that winter day on break, I did also.

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missnxthingg · 4 years ago

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𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

SUMMARY: (Y/N) gets offered to make her childhood dream come true, even though her mother keeps making her annoyed. Tom starts feeling some new things which he never felt before, and can’t even name it.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 6.3K

WARNINGS: Swearing, underage drinking and FLUFF

A/N: I just wanted to say that’s it’s a short one, but it’s SO CUTE. I love it! AND ITALICS ARE TOM’S THOUGHTS.

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𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣 • 𝕧𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

Josephine’s office on Midtown Manhattan had a great view of New York’s skyline, and it was beautiful during the afternoon when the sky was orange, almost like a golden glow covered the whole city. (Y/N)’s small office could barely fit two people at the same time, but it had the most incredible view of Central Park, glowing with the afternoon sun. Sometimes she would just pop up in her mother’s office to close her door, prepare some coffee, put on some soft music and sit there watching the park. When she had work to do, it wasn’t so bad with one of those views.

Fashion work was hard. (Y/N) would watch people go crazy every time they had a big event coming and this time it was Vogue’s cover and big interview with her mother’s brand. People were freaking out to put up with some looks, trying to contact models and makeup artists. Josephine even had her daughter back in the office to help her with reaching people and even sewing last-minute outfits. And right now she was leaning back on her chair, legs resting over the table as she sipped her coffee and tried to contact models for work.

“Everything is a disaster.” Josephine said as she came into her office, slamming the door behind her. “I just need a second of quietness.”

“Do you want some coffee? Maybe tea?”

“Chamomile, please.” Her mother breathed out, and she laughed, getting up to her small coffee station on the back of her office to prepare some tea for her mother. “Your outfit looks cute.”

“Thanks.” (Y/N) glanced down to her body and chuckled. Today she went for yellow plaid high waisted pants, a simple black shirt and heels. Josie always taught her how to dress up fancy but straightforward during office times. She approached her mother, who was now sitting on her chair, and gave her some tea.

“Thank you, sweetie. I just can’t be out there any longer. They’re driving me insane.”

For the past week, Josie was too busy to pick on everything her daughter was doing. That’s why their relationship wasn’t conflictual for the past days. She even came home for dinner more than one time, and maybe she was too tired of work to go to a restaurant and talk even more about fashion with some coworker or fashion journalist.

“I got Taylor Hill and Bella Hadid to model for us.”

“I got Naomi Campbell for cover.” She said, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God, are you serious?”

“And then she cancelled.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and leaned back at her desk, watching her mother dramatically drink her tea. “We have a week to find someone else to cover the spot.”

“Go with Bella Hadid.” She suggested, and Josie groaned.

“If I get Bella for cover, I have to find another model to cover her spot.” She finished her tea and glanced up to her daughter. It was like something clicked on her head. (Y/N) frowned as she watched her mother get up her seat and smirk.

“What are you thinking?”

“You could model for me.” Josie said as she pointed her index finger to her daughter, and (Y/N) chuckled.

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. You look gorgeous wearing the collection.” Josie unlocked her phone and showed her a picture where she was wearing one of Josie’s designs. “So, what do you think?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want to do this. Vogue fucking Magazine.”

“Good, so I’ll need you here Friday after class so we can take pictures. Come without makeup and something simple to take off.”

“I’ll be here.”

Even though she said she wouldn’t involve herself with the fashion world, (Y/N) has been reading Vogue ever since she was a little girl. She always imagined herself as one of the girls looking all pretty and displaying beautiful clothes for the public. Now she has the opportunity to do it, and she wouldn’t let it go to waste. When she told Tom, he got very happy for her.

“It’s good to see you happy for the first time since I met you.” Tom said, and she jumped excitedly, making him chuckle.

“Vogue, let your body move to the music.” She sang as she danced awkwardly in excitement. She has catwalked to that song with her mother’s clothes for years, and now she could listen to it while modelling for the magazine she loved for years.

“Do you want me to drive you there?” Tom asked, and she shook her head.

“Mum will send me someone to pick me up, as always.”

Tom was happy to see her excited and getting along with her mother. The week that followed Noel’s party, she looked really down and she wanted more than anything to be alone. Tom didn’t let it happen though. He knew that she was upset about her father and now one of her friends was slut-shaming her for sleeping with Noel. As she said before, she permitted Stacie to be with Noel at that party but ended up with him instead, which resulted on Stacie screaming at her in front of the whole school and Courtney being quiet about the whole thing, deciding not to pick sides. The thing was that (Y/N) wasn’t upset about Stacie, only about the way she acted and exposed her, but she was upset with Courtney, because she meant a lot to her.

He tried to do everything to cheer her up after what happened, but it appeared that her home life was much better than before. Her father met her for dinner one night, her mother backed down and left her alone, even had dinner at home to be with her daughter. So all he did was be there for her. The day he headed back to the city with her was one of her lowest points, and he stood by her side the whole day, even went to brunch with her. Now he was glad that she had a big smile on her face.

When (Y/N) got to her mother’s office, makeup artists attacked her and started to produce her face. She didn’t even have the time to drink some water or do anything at all. It didn’t matter, because once they finished, she could see how gorgeous she looked. Soon she was wearing a mint green suit in front of a white background, waiting for the photographer, who seemed to be late.

“Where the fuck is he?” She whispered to herself as she rechecked her Instagram, meeting with the same pictures.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry I’m late.” A man said from behind her, probably the photographer. She turned around to meet the man she was going to spend the whole afternoon with, and her smile died when she saw who it was.

“Garold?”

“You can call me Gary, sweetheart.” She groaned and rolled her eyes as he smiled at her.

“You’re a photographer?”

“Yeah, I’ve been working for Vogue over a decade now.” Her eyes widened, and she ran out of the room, directly into her mother’s office. She was too busy writing something on a bunch of paper.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right? Garold, as my photographer?”

“I thought you might feel more comfortable with someone from the family.”

“Mom, for the thousandth time. Garold is not my family. He’s the guy you’re fucking with.” Josie rolled her eyes and stood up to sit in front of her daughter. “He’s not my dad, and you know that.”

“Just give him a chance. He’s a nice guy.”

“He literally flirted with me when I found him half-naked in our kitchen.” She groaned, a little disgusted to remember that situation. “Fuck this. I’m out of here. Call me when you get a new photographer.”

(...)

“Wow, that was really good.” Tom congratulated his father after he got his ball inside the hole on the floor, and he had a big smirk coming his son’s way. “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, son. Better watch your back, because I’m coming for you.” Dom winked, and Tom chuckled.

His family finally found a good golf club in New York and decided to have a day off to hang out together. Nikki and Paddy were being taught by Harry, messing up their moves every time, getting Harry angry and Sam laughing in the background. Tom, Harrison and Dom were playing by themselves until Harrison got tired and went back to sit with Sam and eat something. The only thing they were missing was the beer. Being an 18-year-old British guy in America was hard, but at least the chips were good.

“Mom, you’re doing great.” Tom shouted and received a death glare from Harry, and a big smile from Nikki.

“Thank you, love. Harry doesn’t think so.” Nikki looked back to her son, and he rolled his eyes.

“Let’s just take a break. I need to calm down.” Harry rubbed his face and made everyone laugh. He sat next to Sam and tapped the back of his head so he could stop laughing.

“Totally worth it.” Sam laughed, and now all the boys were gathered together to watch Dom helping Nikki and Paddy since Harry was too pissed to do so.

“Short temper.” Harrison mocked.

“Dickhead.” Harry replied, making Harrison shrug. “So, you never told us about your party on Long Island.”

“Well, we both got very drunk. Oh, and (Y/N) set us both with some girls.” Harrison started. “Yeah, I got luckier than Tom, I spent the whole day after with the girl back in her room. Only headed back to the city at the end of the afternoon.”

“What happened Tom?”

“Uhm, mine went away when we woke up, and I headed back to the city with (Y/N).” He took a sip of his coke and shrugged. “She was, uhm…” He cleared his throat. ”Not okay, so I spent the whole day with her at Central Park.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely going to date.” Sam said, and all the boys agreed.

“Shut up, can I continue?” Tom asked, and all the boys nodded. “I was upset too. She slept with that idiot just because she was feeling lonely. She could’ve come to me so we could talk, but she prefered to run into his arms.”

“Have you talked to her about it?” Sam asked, and Tom shook his head no. “You need to talk about it.”

“We have nothing to talk about. Plus, we’re good. And she seems happy.” The twin glanced at Harrison, and the boy shrugged.

“She seems cool.” He shoved some chips in his mouth. “(Y/N) is cool, you know? I think we’re getting closer and I really like her.”

And there it was - the smallest, single tingle of jealousy inside Tom’s chest. He never felt it before, so he frowned when these feelings surfaced and took a grip of his heart. He clenched his jaw and looked down to hide his face. Was he jealous that Harrison was getting closer to (Y/N)? It couldn’t be. Why would he be jealous anyway, it’s not like he’s in love with her. Maybe he’s just jealous because he finally found someone so dear and close to his heart, that the thought of sharing it with someone else was too much for him.

“Yeah, but she is Tom’s girl. Right?” Harrison finished, and the boys started teasing Tom again.

“For fuck’s sake…” Tom groaned and quickly shot up to get away from them. Also, he didn’t want them to see the small smile that formed on his lips.

He couldn’t help but wonder how things would be if she joined them for a golf day. Would she know how to play, or would he have to teach her? Would she get along with his mother? Would she be so close to Harrison that it made his heart strangely tingle again? There were so many possibilities of what could have happened, but over everything, he wishes she was here. But he knew that she was very happy wherever she was right now because it was something she dreamed for a very long time.

It was strange because he never thought about any of those things before. He doesn’t stick around girls long enough to even feel anything. So why he was holding on to her like that and why the hell he couldn’t wait to see her again? Was it love? Tom wouldn’t know. The only kind of love he ever felt was towards his family and friends. But the romantic kind of love, he never even slightly felt it. No, that couldn’t be it - he thought, still not trusting his own words.

And just like magic, his phone rang. It was like his mind called for her and she only made the dial. ‘Maybe we’re more connected than I thought’. He walked away from his family to answer the phone privately. Why the hell was she calling him when she was supposed to be busy with the photo shoot?

“Hello?” Tom asked when he answered, and she sighed in relief.

“Tom. Thank God!” Her voice echoed through the phone.

“Are you okay?” He asked. Her breathing changed again like she was infuriated.

“I fucking hate my mother.” She admitted.

“Don’t say that.”

“Anyway, I’m at my apartment, packing to leave for my dad’s. But I was wondering if we could meet later; I need a drink.”

“Sure, you wanna go to Vertigo’s?” He asked and she groaned.

“I don’t wanna leave the apartment. Just come over, my dad will be out. And bring Harrison.” Why did he need to bring Harrison? Did you actually want to see Haz, using him only as an excuse to bring his best friend over? Would he be the third wheel? “I need as many people as possible to distract me. But I’m pissed at Courtney, so he will do.”

“Oh, okay.” A small smile crept on his lips, and he made sure it was unnoticed by anyone else. “I’ll be there. Text me the address.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.”

(...)

(Y/N) waited for her father in the lobby as she frenetically tapped her fingernails on her suitcase, ignoring the stares as people passed through her. After all, people on her building were very curious, especially about her family. She prayed that her dad would get there before her mother, so when she saw him coming through the front door, she sighed in relief.

“Sweetheart. You called me?”

“Dad. Oh, thank God.” (Y/N) rushed to his embrace, and he hugged her very tightly. “Mom’s crazy.”

“Oh, I know that.” He chuckled. She leaned back and he pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Let me take you home and you can tell me everything about it. Okay?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

(Y/N) told everything to her dad on their way home. She told him how loud her mother was on the first night she brought her new boyfriend home, how she was constantly pushing that strange man into her life and the boundaries they didn’t respect, like Garold standing half-naked on their kitchen. She finished with what happened earlier that day by the time they arrived at his building.

“Your mother makes me laugh until this very day.” He chuckled, making his daughter roll her eyes. “She’s really crazy. I’ll talk to her about it, tell her to back off.”

“I don’t think she’ll listen.” She admitted defeat and threw herself on the couch. “I’m just…” She sighed. “Tired of her bullshit. I don’t think she even cares about how I feel.”

“(Y/N/N), you know that’s not true.” He sat next to her, pulling her into a side hug, rubbing his hand on her arm. Vincent’s hugs always made her calm and feeling like she’s home. “You don’t remember that because you were too little, but I worked a lot, even more than I do now. Your mother was the one who was always home, even dropped work for a while, to take care of our little girl.”

“I thought she never wanted me. At least that’s what she says to me.”

“At first, she really did it because I wanted kids. But Josie couldn’t let go of her little girl. She loved you more than anything else and you were so precious. The first time you got sick, we had to take you to the hospital, she cried the whole time we were there and I needed to comfort her to stop crying. That night, you slept in her arms and she stayed up, holding you.”

“It’s hard to believe.” She chuckled, leaning back in her seat. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. “I wonder what happened to Josephine (Y/L/N).”

“Well, she stopped being Josie Rhodes to become Josephine (Y/L/N). The spotlight, runaway and fashionista Josephine.” She nodded and cuddle into her dad.

“I just wish we could get along.”

“Me too, sweetie.” He pressed a kiss on her temple. “But your mother is trying. I know our divorce was tough for her because I went through the same thing. We loved each other very much when we were teenagers, we still do. But we grew apart with time and unfortunately, things end; things change. Doesn’t mean there’s no love involved. She loves you very much, I promise you.”

“I just wish she could act like a real mother sometimes. And I miss our family.”

“I know you do, sweetie. But you have to be strong.” She nodded. “Things will never get back to what they used to be. I found someone who makes me feel loved again, doesn’t your mother deserve that?”

“I just don’t see honesty in Garold. He looks like he’s taking advantage of her. I think that’s why I don’t like him. I just wanna protect what’s left of our family.”

“Just give him a chance. Maybe he turns to be a decent guy. And if you still don’t feel comfortable with him around, you can always come to me.”

“You’re never home, dad.” She glanced down to the rings on her fingers and sighed as she played with them. Vincent’s heart crumbled and he pressed her even tighter against him.

“I know, and I’m so sorry. I can try to stay here more often, but work is hard.” She nodded. “Hey, you know what might cheer you up? Hot cocoa and helping me find an outfit for my date.”

“Yeah, you know how to cheer me up. I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too, sweetie.”

(...)

Later that day, Tom headed to (Y/N)’s dad apartment in Tribeca, humming to a song on the radio with Harrison. They had a long day at the golfing club, went home to shower and were now driving to meet the girl who called earlier for them. Tom spent the whole day thinking about her because she seemed angry and upset. But them again, when wasn’t she like that? It was tiring him, but he cared too much about her, so here he was, rushing to her apartment.

Also, he was still wondering what was that tingle on his gut when Harrison started to talk about his friendship with her. And the fact that she also wanted to see Haz tonight, instead of him alone. But Tom would be a fucking great actor because no one even noticed him distance during the rest of the day. Although, there was a moment he was pretty sure his mom knew, considering she came to hug him out of nowhere. It eased him though; she always knew how to ease him.

(Y/N) said they didn’t need to dress up when she texted to tell them the address. Harrison decided to go with joggers and a t-shirt, pretty basic. And Tom got the first sweats he saw on his closet but remembered to apply perfume - just because she said he always smelled nice when he was wearing that perfume - and rushed to get out of that apartment.

When she opened the door, the boys have never seen her so… raw. No makeup, hair tied up, barefoot and wearing a pajama with little avocados on the bottom, and a shirt that said: “Let’s avo-cuddle”. Tom found it adorable and a genuine smile crept on his lips. She was holding her phone between her shoulders and ear, a glass of whiskey on her hands. She signed the boys to follow her inside while she wasn’t finished.

“Sorry, boys. I was ordering pizza. Just make yourself comfortable.” She signed the couch and went to the kitchen.

Vincent’s apartment was pretty impressive and well decorated, with big windows and a great view of Manhattan’s skyline. Maybe too big for a single man who only had his daughter over once in a while. It wasn’t bigger than his old apartment from back when he was married, but it was big enough for the number of people that lived there. The boys sat and (Y/N) sat between them, handing both glasses of whiskey.

“I’m driving darling. Sorry.” Tom said and she nodded, pouring the liquid into her glass. “Wow, don’t you think that’s too much?”

“Don’t care.” She gulped her drink down. “I had a horrible day…”

She filled them in with all the details, starting with Garold, and ending up with her father’s confession. For Tom, it was just the two of them there, like he was the only one supposed to know what was happened. Reality crashed whenever Harrison spoke up, but he would ease every time her drunk hands rested on his legs. He wanted her to just rest her head on his chest and - No, stop it! Keep it together, Tom.

“To be honest, I don’t know why you’re so mad. He’s a photographer, so what?” Harrison started once she finished. “I know you don’t like him, but don’t let this opportunity go because of him. Being in Vogue is everyone’s dream, even mine.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.” He smirked as he nodded.

“I always wanted to be a model, appear in a big magazine.” He shrugged. “Just don’t waste your turn, darling.”

“Do you wanna do it with me? I’ll tell my mom I’ll only do it with you.” And there it was again, the tingle on Tom’s gut, the clench on his jaw.

“Are you serious?” Harrison’s eyes lighted up, making him sit on the edge of the couch.

“Yeah, of course! We can do it together, it will be fun.” She sounded excited, which only made Tom want to groan.

“Okay. I’ll not complain about it.” He shrugged. They kept talking about it and Tom just remained silent, trying to calm down and understand what was happening to him. They only ended the talk when the pizza arrived. “I’ll go get it. My treat.”

“Sure you don’t need help?”

“I got it, darling.” He said before slamming the door closed.

(Y/N) turned to Tom and smirked. He spaced out and wasn’t paying attention to their conversation by now. She giggled and pulled him into a side hug, pressing a big kiss on his cheek, which only made him smile. He melted into her again, like he always did. She had him on the palm of her hand, and she knew how to make him cave.

“You’ve been strangely quiet today.” She said, and he shrugged. “What’s up with you?”

“I’m just tired, that’s all.” She smiled softly, leaning back to show him her shirt.

“Can you read it out loud for me?” She pointed out the shirt, and he giggled.

“Let’s avo-cuddle.” He said, making her hug his middle in seconds.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She rested her head on his chest, and there it was, what he wanted to happen all night. Just the two of them, together, silently. He learned to enjoy that ever since she slept on his embrace during their trip back to Manhattan. Sometimes he would think about her snoring on his chest to help him fall asleep. A different tingle appeared for him, like billions of little butterflies flying on his stomach, which only made him smile wider. As an instinct, he pressed a kiss on top of her head, making her shift and bury her head on the crook of his neck. “Feeling better?”

“Much better.” She looked up to him and smiled. She got what she wanted; to make him happy. And he looked so damn cute with a grin on his face. She could stare at it for the rest of her life and never get tired of it.

Only when Harrison came back, she let go of him so they could eat and watch a movie together. But Tom didn’t feel the strange tingle on his guts. (Y/N) sat far away from Harrison, closer to Tom, and eventually, she’d brush her feet on his. The only thing the could feel was the billions of butterflies. He didn’t know what they meant, but he was liking it.

By the end of the movie, Harrison was asleep on the couch. (Y/N) didn’t have the heart to wake him up and just covered him with a blanket and lowered the lights. Tom cleaned their mess and started to wash the dishes for her, trying not to care about how nicely she was treating Harrison right now. But when she came to him in the kitchen and tiredly smiled at him, he forgot everything.

“Thank you for helping out. It really meant a lot to me that you were here to distract me.”

“Whenever you want, darling.”

“Do you think I’m overreacting with this situation?” She asked as she started to dry the dishes and put them away.

“A little, but it’s okay.” He shrugged. “You should give Garold a chance. I know he doesn’t look good, but your mother is a grown woman and knows what she’s doing. You need to stop getting those small things in your way of happiness.”

“Tom, to be honest, you’re the only thing that brings me joy now.”

“Don’t say that…” He shook his head.

“But you are!”

“I shouldn’t be, (Y/N).” He stopped washing the dishes and sighed. “I’m really glad that I can bring you joy because you bring it to me too. But I can’t be your only source of happiness, and it makes me really upset when I see you upset.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Well, I do. Now you know.” She pulled him into a tight hug, with her hands softly resting on his hair. It took him a couple of seconds to understand what was going on, but soon he melted into the hug, pulling her by the waist. “It’s getting late, (Y/N).”

“Stay.” She whispered in his ear.

“What?”

“Please, stay. I don’t want you gone yet.” He nodded and she pressed a kiss on his neck, making electricity curse through his whole body. “C’mere, I’ll show you my room.”

“What about Harrison?”

“He’s gonna be fine. My dad won’t be back home tonight and the couch is pretty comfortable. I don’t wanna wake him.”

He nodded and quickly texted his mom about staying over. She entwined their fingers and pulled him to the bedroom, which was surprisingly simple, but he imagined it would be since she doesn’t spend much time there. She prepared the bed and lied under the covers. Tom stood there, waiting for her to invite him.

“Why are you standing there? Come lie with me.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You won’t. Only if you are uncomfortable.”

“N-no, I’m okay.” He sat in bed next to her and removed his shoes. Once he lied down, she found her way between his arms. His stomach pressed on her back and nose so close to her ears. The only thing he could hear was her soothing breathing while she was falling asleep in his arms again. He wishes he could hear her heart, though. Was it beating just as fast as his did? He couldn’t believe they were about to sleep in the same bed, especially in the position they were found right now.

“Good night, Tommy.”

“Good night, (Y/N).”

(...)

“Let me recap this. You’ll only do it if it’s with him?” Josephine pointed Harrison, who was standing next to Tom, right behind her.

(Y/N) knew her mother was desperate for new models. Ever since she gave up on the photoshoot, Josie had to spend full time at the office looking for new replacements and it’s been really hard for her to find last minute models to fill the blank. So it was the perfect opportunity to make her mother give in to her propose. That’s why they marched to her office to confront her after lunch on Saturday.

Tom had to say, he was fucking terrified of meeting her mother for the first time. He wanted her to like him, because his daughter was important to him, so it was a big deal. The night before that was amazing, especially the part after Harrison went to sleep and she involved him with her arms so they could sleep together. He spent the minutes before he fell asleep thinking how much he appreciated that single moment - and the girl holding him.

“Yes, mother. Take it or leave it.”

Josie stood up and marched her way to Harrison, who gulped loudly and started to shake, too nervous to have such an important person to the fashion world judging him. Whatever she would say next would define if he had even the slightest chance in the fashion world. With her glasses on the tip of her nose, she took a closer look at Harrison.

“You’re cute. Your eyes are pretty and we can actually work out with that.” She fixed her glasses and looked behind him. “Marcus, get him to make up and tell the dressing department to put him in the stripped leather jacket.” Her assistant nodded and (Y/N) encouraged Haz to follow the guy with a nod.

Josie watched him go away and glanced at Tom, who was quiet and wanting to throw up, only standing there to support his best friends. When her eyes fixated on him, he could just explode right there. Yeah, she’s judging me.

“And who are you?”

“I’m T-Tom. Tom Holland.” He replied, too nervous not to stutter.

“He’s my best friend, mom.” (Y/N) said and Josie nodded.

“And what are you doing here? Go get dressed, (Y/N/N)!” Josie said and her daughter nodded, disappearing through the door in the blink of an eye. Now he was alone with her mother. Great. “So, you’re my daughter’s best friend. You’re new in St. Jude?”

“Yes, ma’am. I just moved here from London and got an exchange scholarship.”

“Oh really?” She nodded, sitting back at her desk. “And you’re planning on using this opportunity to get into an Ivy League school, right? Or are you thinking about Cambridge and Oxford?”

“Actually, I want to be an actor. So I was thinking NYU or UCLA.” He said and her mouth fell agape.

“So, you think you can be friends with my daughter if you’re not planning to make something out of your life?”

“Excuse me?” Tom frowned, and Josie shrugged.

“I didn’t like your face from the moment you walked through that door. But I’m getting along with my daughter again, so I won’t say anything about it. Just be sure that I don’t approve your friendship.”

“I’m sorry, but are you only saying that because I don’t want to go to an Ivy League school and become a lawyer or something?”

“I’m only saying that because I don’t like your face.” She smiled, cynically. Tom rolled his eyes and shrugged.

“I can’t do anything about that. But I assure you that I’m a good person and I’ll always do whatever I can to make your daughter happy. I hope you realise that someday.” That was the last thing he said before waving goodbye and walking away from the office. “Fucking bitch.” He hissed. No wonder (Y/N) was getting into messed up fights with her mother.

He wanted to tell her everything, but when she walked out of the dressing room with a turtle neck red blouse, a leather jacket and light washed jeans, he got lost in his own words. She looked beautiful, even with that weird star make up they did on her. He blushed when she noticed him mesmerized by her.

“So, how do I look?”

“Flawless.” He replied, making her smile.

“Where’s Harrison?”

“I’m right here, darling.” Harrison was wearing almost the same outfit. The stripes on his leather jacket were the same colour as her makeup, her jeans were dark washed and he was wearing a simple white t-shirt. They looked like a couple matching outfits. Fucking great.

“Well, someone looks hot.” She winked at Harrison, making him chuckle.

“You think so?” He opened his jacket and turned around so they could have a full look. “I do look hot.”

“Come on, let’s kick some ass.”

(Y/N) went a few steps ahead and Harrison stood behind to talk to Tom for a little. His best friends said all the horrible things Josie said to him, making Haz curse the woman more than once. Tom asked him not to tell (Y/N) though, he didn’t want to ruin this opportunity again, which Harrison agreed. When they followed her into the studio, they found (Y/N) having a conversation with Garold.

“I know I was childish and selfish when I ran out of the studio that day. I’m gonna give you one chance Garold, that doesn’t mean you can cross the boundaries. So no naked walking around the apartment and try keeping it low in bed. Okay?” He gave her a nod. “I’m doing this for my mother, not because of you.”

“I know. Thank you, though.” He said and she nodded, getting into position for the photo shoot.

“Come on, Harrison. I’m gonna start without you.” She said as she fixed her hair for the camera. Harrison chuckled and joined her in front of the camera.

Tom sat in the back and watched his best mate take pictures with the girl. They seemed to be having a lot of fun and they had quite a way to modelling. They knew good positions and how to interact with the camera, and with each other. Tom couldn’t help but feel the tingles again. He didn’t want to feel it, he fought not to feel it, but they were there. When Harrison pulled her closer by the waist and she rested her head on the crook of his neck, he almost snapped.

This is stupid, he’s your best friend for fuck sake - Tom thought, and he wanted to cry for feeling that way. He shouldn’t feel it, there was nothing wrong going on. He was the one acting off and he needed to calm himself down. Luckily, someone served him some champagne and he had a couple of glasses, which did not help him. The only thing that helped was having the two models done with their photoshoot, after many changes of clothes and compromising pictures.

“And… we’re done.” Garold finished and (Y/N) groaned.

“Thank God! The heels are killing me.” She sat next to Tom and ripped them off in seconds. She was wearing the prettiest pink outfit, Tom’s favourite so far, which made him not want to tear his eyes away from her even for a second. Her heels were so big that her feet were screaming for freedom. “Uhm… I’m starving.”

“We can go get something to eat.”

“I was thinking Vertigo. They have burgers and booze.”

“Perfect.” He smiled and helped her get up to go change. She got back into her regular clothes and was waiting for Harrison to come back so they could all leave together when her mother called her from the end of the hall.

“Yes?” (Y/N) replied.

“I’ll see you back in the apartment tonight?” Josie asked, hope filling her chest.

“Tomorrow, I promise.” (Y/N) softly smiled at her, making Josie nod.

“We could have dinner together.”

“Can Tom come along?” (Y/N) asked, making both Josie and Tom stiffen. She still didn’t know what her mother thought about him. They shared looks and Tom silently waited for her response, which she only took a deep breath and forcedly smiled.

“Of course.” Josie practically vomited the words against her will. Tom was surprised but nodded in agreement. Maybe she was just trying to get along with her daughter.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) replied before pulling Tom to join Harrison at the lift. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

(...)

Harrison and Tom laughed at (Y/N)’s expression as she tried a Long Island Iced Tea for the first time. It was such a strong drink they all agreed to order and see if they liked it. The mixture of alcohol could be good or horrible for the one drinking it. Harrison liked it, Tom declined after two sips, but (Y/N) was having a hard time recovering from the small sip she took, her throat burning like hell.

“Yeah, fuck it!” She cursed. “Oliver, please bring me white wine. I’m done with this strong shit.”

“Weak.” Harrison mocked.

“You can finish it.” She passed it on to him, which he accepted.

“I’m gonna talk to the pretty girl over the bar. Don’t wait up.” Harrison winked and they waved him goodbye.

Tom was strangely quiet after the photoshoot, still thinking about her mother and what she said to him. Also, her proximity with Harrison was getting the best of him. He still hasn’t figured out why he was feeling that way, and it was wrong. (Y/N) noticed he was slightly off and nudged his shoulder before hugging his side. She gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, which made him sincerely smile at the gesture, turning to kiss hers too.

“You’re very quiet. Something wrong?”

“Uhm, no… I’m just moody, I guess.”

“I know what can cheer you up.” She said and pulled his phone from over the table. “Let’s find you a pretty girl.”

“(Y/N)...”

“Shut up, I’m working.” She giggled as she went through his Instagram DMs. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re talking to Valentina Gonzales. We used to have play dates when our parents were close. She’s really pretty.”

“She’s not that into me, I guess.” Tom shrugged, and she chuckled.

“Liar. She even sent you sexy pictures.” She showed him some lingerie photos she sent him, making him laugh.

“Okay. Do your magic.”

She started to go through his DMs, talking to Valentina with her unique way to get people set up. As Tom glanced at her, he could only think that nothing else mattered. What her mother said, her proximity with Harrison, the fact that she’s setting him up with some random girl. The only thing that mattered was her, and she looked perfect under that light - or any light at all- and Tom couldn’t help but smile.

That week he discovered two feelings he had never felt before, not even once in his life. The first was jealousy, and he definitely didn’t enjoy what it felt like, but he couldn’t help it. The second one, well… He was still trying to figure out what it meant, maybe it was adoration or something similar. But one thing was sure, he only felt it when she was with him; like right now, when she leaned over to play with his fingers. Or the previous night when her soft hands held him to sleep. And this morning when she had a whole breakfast prepared for him. He wasn’t sure what it is, but he definitely likes it.

Fuck, what is happening to me?

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The Viscountess, Chapter 1: Primadonna Girl

A/N: I finally publish some other stuff! Whew! This chapter will be a rollercoaster, indeed. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Summary: Nicole settles in London, Anne makes some friends and finally talk about who Alaric Donovan was once.

Word Count: 5519

It was the first day of school and Nicole was packing everything for Anne. She was already dressed with a light brown hair that matched her leather boots and her hat. She knelt down to kiss her and walked towards the bus station, where the bus would pick her up.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m sure someone will want to sit with you. Look at your pretty face!” She beamed and her daughter smiled.

When the bus came, she kissed her mother goodbye and went up, showing the driver her card and noticed that everyone was staring at her. She gave them a polite smile and headed to find a new seat. Some girls whispered while the boys watched her intently and she blushed crimson. The only boys she has interacted with was her younger cousins Edmund and Matthew, Uncle Harry’s boys. A blonde girl with pretty blue eyes waved at her and motioned her to sit with them. She did and the girl talked “You must be the new girl. I’m Liz and these are my friends Jenna, Josie, Tamara and Jean. You are…?”.

“Anne” She mumbled shyly.

“How cute, she’s shy!” Josie beamed. Then she cleared her throat “No offense though. I said it in a good way”.

“I love your hair!” Jean commented.

“That young woman is your mom? She’s so pretty!”.

“I bet her father is even more handsome”.

“MY FATHER IS DEAD!” She snapped of all sudden, almost jolting.

The other girls looked at her, and well, the whole bus. She blushed violently as she hid her head. Liz squeezed her hand “I’m sorry we overwhelmed you like that. We just wanted to get to know you”.

“I know. I guess I am…”.

“A bit introverted? Don’t worry, we get it. We don’t have to talk, just listen to music. You like Beyoncé?”.

“Yes, but I am more into Madonna” She smiled, finally a topic that she liked.

“Guess we can mix up their best hits”.

A few days before…

Nicole stood there for a second before clearing her throat and extending her hand “I guess it’s a pleasure to meet you”.

He broke off his trance as he shook hands with her “It is nice to meet you, indeed”.

They both stared for a moment before clearing their throats and sitting on opposite sides. Bart looked intently, analysing the situation before Hamid spoke up, saving them from the awkwardness created “Well, Nicole, tell us about you! What part of England are you from?”.

“I was actually born in here, in London. Both my parents raised me in here, but I moved all over England when I met my boyfriend, who years after became my husband, Alaric”.

“Oh! You’re… married” Luke commented, his expression sour.

“I’m a widow, actually. My Alaric died when Anne was 2. Car accident, said the police” She commented, a familiar pain on her chest. Everyone went silent before Annabelle placed her hand on hers and said

“I’m sorry for your loss, honey. If you wanna talk about it…”.

“Oh, I don’t want to bother you…”.

“You don’t” Ernest said, surprising the whole table “We won’t judge you, Nicole. If you wish to speak about it, I assure you that we will listen”.

“Sinclaire is right. It’s okay to talk about your feelings. The more you talk about it, the easier the pain becomes, or that is what my therapist says” Hamid tried to cheer her up.

“It’s… I haven’t talked about him since the funeral. And it was 6 years ago”.

“Take your time, love. You have a few hours until you pick up your little girl again” Yusuf encouraged.

She nodded as she started to talk “I was so young when I married him. I was only 19 and so excited to live a married life worthy of a princess’ tale. He was a good husband, so doting and dedicated, and later an even better father” She chuckled “A year later, I found out I was pregnant. It was perfect. In that moment, we had almost a decade together behind us. He was so excited when I told him we’d have a girl. He always wanted to have a daughter, because he grew up with only men in his life and was kind of tired of them. We decided, after months of arguments, to call her Anne, like Anne Boleyn. After all, this controversial queen united us in a project together in the uni. When he had to get back to work, I had to literally kick him out of the house, because he refused to leave his little princess!” Everyone chuckled “But soon, reality hit me like a truck. His abusive mother claimed a part in his life, even if she loathed me and the child. She destroyed him, made us move towns even after Anne was diagnosed… Then, a year later, he died. Unfairly and because some… drunk didn’t have responsibility in the road! He—” She inhaled “He was about to tell me something important. Life-changing, perhaps. But I’ll never know. Since then, I moved back to London and tried to be my own woman and make my own name rather than Alaric’s widow. It wasn’t easy. It’s still difficult. But my… our Anne is worth everything. I tried to give her all my love so she doesn’t even notice she needs a father, and we’re fine. We are. I miss him everyday and there’s no day I don’t wish he were here, but I know he’d want me to live my life. To be strong, independent and brave, even if some nights I’m fucking terrified” She sobbed on that last one as Annabelle and Bart comforted her.

“Hey, for what is worth, you’re still here, you have a job and your daughter is in the best school she could ask for, with people who understand her. I can tell he’s proud of you. You’ve been very strong and did an outstanding job with your little girl” Hamid beamed.

“Thank you… for the company, the food and listening to a poor woman like me. Really”.

“You needn’t thank us. We wanted you at this table with all of it and get to know you. Thank you for opening up to us” Said Luke.

She nodded as she wiped the tears off her face and smiled weakly at the so nice group. They stood there, in an actually comfortable silence before Sinclaire spoke up, directly at Nicole “If I may offer advice as a father of a young girl, it’s that you tell her about her father. Who he was. How much he loved you and your daughter. Kids are curious by nature, just as insatiable of information and new answers and adventures. They seek all the truths of the world, even if us adults are scared of finding out. Your daughter is in that age of having a mental image of her parents, thinking that they were soulmates. Even if it hurts, she deserves to know who is her missing progenitor. There’s nothing wrong of showing your emotions to them, for they’re still too pure to judge you. They are capable of loving everyone, even the worst kind of people, even if sometimes we’re not worthy of their unconditional love. And I always try to let know my daughter how much I love her, even without her mother so present in her life”.

She looked at him with a softened expression “I will think about this. Thank you for the advice”.

He nodded, their eyes connecting before they both looked away, flushing pink and paying attention elsewhere.

They spent the rest of the time talking about many stupid things and even she got to know more about her new friends: Bart and Yusuf were parents of an adopted boy, Miran, a refugee orphan who lost his parents to the jihadists and went to Anne’s class. Luke was a mechanic who was childless, but happy and complete. Annabelle was an aspiring artist and was looking forward having a child of her own. Nicole offered her to advise her with kids and provide her all the things she would’ve loved to know when she was pregnant herself. And Hamid was a diplomat who loved travelling around and was now in England in some business. She soon discovered that he knew her father, the Earl of Edgewater and Sinclaire was one of his associates and closest friend. She couldn’t believe it!

As if it were magic, she got a call from her father. She giggled as she put the phone in hands-free.

“Hello, Nicole! Do I get you busy?” He asked and she muffled a giggle.

“Nope. You get me in a perfect time. Guess who’s with me. Say hello, guys!”.

“Hello, Mr. Foredale! Hamid Osmanoglu here!” Hamid saluted.

“Ernest here. How are you doing, old friend?”.

“I-I-I-I” he sounded astonished “Nicole, how did you meet them? What is happening?” He was in shock.

“A common friend introduced them to their group. Some of them work in Anne’s new school and others are in the neighbourhood” She explained.

It was silent for a moment before her father barked a laugh!

“Oh, god, and here I was, hoping to introduce you to them myself! You’re taking good care of my daughter, nay?” he asked, a bit teasing.

“Of course, my lord”.

“Your daughter is an absolute delight to have!” Hamid winked at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Credit that to her mother. She inherited her charm” He beamed.

“So, what is going on, Father? Everything okay at Edgewater?” Nicole asked.

“Everything is fine. I just wanted to tell you that I’d love to have little Anne for the weekend, if it’s alright. And one more thing! Briar heard that you’re back in London and wants to meet you. I’ll send you her number”.

“I’ve missed that mess of a girl. Anything else?”.

“No. Enjoy your day, honey. I’ve gotta go to work. Bye, everyone!”.

She hung up as she looked for a small moment to her new friends before bursting into a fit of laughter, feeling so light and young, she forgot she was about to be 30 in a month’s time. Everyone looked at her as she shook her head, sighing.

“What is that laugh about?”.

“I never felt so… young in years” She said, a beaming smile on her face.

After class, Anne and Nicole were taking a walk when someone screeched her name. She turned around and saw her: brown skin, blue eyes, her hair into a bun and with a girl younger than Anne: Briar. Her Briar.

“Nicole! NICOLE DONOVAN!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Nicole smiled and squealed as she lunged forward her friend, hugging each other so hard they fell on the floor, giggling while the girls covered their eyes, now embarrassed by their respective mother’s actions. The women squealed as they kissed each other on the cheek and hugged each other hard.

“Girl, look at you! You don’t seem to have 29 years!”.

“Um, can we talk about the fact that you still look like you’re 22? What is your secret?!”.

“I made a deal with Satan” She winked.

Both women laughed as their kids sighed, knowing what would come up now.

“We haven’t seen you since—”.

“I know. But let’s not talk about it. How have you been?” She asked, a broad smile on her face. She truly missed Briar.

“Amazing, especially since my baby girl was born. Right, Liz?” She beamed at her daughter.

The little girl gave a familiar resemblance: bright blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, pink cheeks and full lips “Hi.” She greeted timidly.

“She reminds me of—”.

“Your brother Edmund? Oh, I know. He is the father.”

“He what?!”.

Anne squeezed her arm in reminder that they were in the middle of the street. Nicole flushed, leading her friend and her daughter somewhere safer to talk. They found their favourite park and sat there, taking in the information. Nicole took a deep breath “How did this happen? How long? Is this the reason of why you never called me?”.

“Yes, well… I was still embarrassed by the pact we made long ago and when I found out I was pregnant and made my calculus… I couldn’t believe it. I told him and you were… Liz, why don’t you go play that awesome game Daddy taught you with cousin Anne?” Both girls nodded as they ran towards the trees, giggling. Briar sighed “Well, you were in a bad place with Alaric, Anne was a delicate toddler… I thought you didn’t have time.”

Nicole pouted as she took her friend’s hands in hers and said earnestly “No matter what, I will always have time for you, I will always be there and accept you, okay?”.

Briar nodded as she hugged her tightly, leaving Nicole breathless, but she didn’t mind. They separated and Briar said “Great. Because when I found out you and Anne were back in London, I couldn’t believe it! Your father was ecstatic with the news and told everyone tipsy over a dinner of his. Besides, there’s a motive why I wanted you here, this year, this day, now more than ever.”

“What is it? Tell me!”.

Briar bit her lip and giggled “Edmund and I are getting married!” Both women squealed “And you will be my Maid of Honour! It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order. You, Nicole Maria Donovan, will walk me down the aisle even if I have to drag your big ass over the chapel!” She jabbed playfully her red gel nail on her chest. Nicole giggled before squealing and hugging her best friend.

“I’m so happy for you, Bri. You haven’t been this happy since you lost your virginity at the age of 15 with Jackson Daniels.” She teased as Briar feigned offence and smacked her shoulder. Both women laughed again, gaining the attention of their princesses “Now, I need to know: how is Edmund as a father?”.

“Oh, so cute and yet awkward. If Elizabeth is giggling with some boy he asks her if she’s in love with him and he is so messy! But he’s a great father, awkwardness and all.”

“I’m glad to hear that, because if he’s not, I’ll hire a paid assassin.” Nicole teased again.

“So, how does the single mom life treat you?” Briar asked, nosy as ever.

Nicole frowned and sighed “It’s tough. I’m still getting used on not waking up with someone beside me or being kissed and held...”.

Briar’s eyes twinkled “And do you ever get laid?”.

“Briar!” Nicole scolded her.

“Come on! You’re a widow who I recall was sexually active and rather good. Did you ever got laid after Alaric?”.

Nicole bit her lip, sighing as she weighed if to tell her or not… and flushed as she nodded, stuttering “It-it was just once! I was so lonely and in need of some love… So, I saw this cute guy who just turned 21… he taught Hispanic Literature and oh boy.” Both women cackled loudly, making some elderly women whisper annoyed “But after that, never again. I felt like I was insulting Alaric. It had only been five months and I was spiralling, it was never a good idea.”

“…Did you enjoy it, though?”.

“Briar, for the love of God!” Nicole shrieked. Then, she approached her flushed “But we might had five rounds then. There, happy?!” She pushed her friend as she screamed in victory and chanted I Knew It.

“Mom! Stop being so clingy!” Lizzy whined.

“Talk to me again like that and I’ll ground you, young woman!”.

Nicole and Anne laughed as the afternoon passed by and they both observed that it was about to start raining. Nicole led the women to her house, just a few miles away of the park.

“Wait, you also have a house in London!”.

“Yeah, since I started college!”.

They both giggled as they stopped on her door, the rain dripping rather violently and she threw the door wide open, gathering the group inside. The women giggled as she sent both girls to take a shower and leave the adults to talk. Briar seemed still different, a bit paler and dizzy. When Nicole mentioned her some bacon, she knew it.

“Come, I’ll show you my room.”

“Why, I’m flattered but I’m married.” Briar teased.

Nicole laughed loudly as they both stumbled and Nicole lent her some of her clothes she hadn’t used for years now. Probably since high school. As Briar undressed her chest, she also observed how delicate she was with her breasts, now a bit bigger due to pregnancy and Nicole knew what to do. She went to the bathroom and caught the test and the small bottle and handed it to Briar. She sighed after a minute of silence “I guess I cannot hide anything from someone who used to be pregnant, eh? How did you still have these anyways?”.

“A token. To remind myself of that night.”

Briar sighed as she went to the bathroom and did the whole process. Nicole awaited, even when little Lizzy was nosy, she told her not to put too much pressure in her.

Briar emerged from the bathroom. She took a deep breath and saw the result “Oh my God!”.

On Sunday morning, little Anne was already trotting all over the house, giggling as she played with her imaginary friends and her beloved dolls. She remembered that afternoon at the bar she now frequented on her free time

“So… how are you settling on London so far?” Annabelle asked while sipping her tea.

“I’m good so far! I haven’t been here since 2009.”

“Wait, you say you haven’t stepped a foot on London for eleven years?!” Bart gasped.

“Well… I can hardly blame her. This town can be overwhelming and problematic. I still remember when my ex-wife insisted on completing her pregnancy anywhere but London.” Ernest defended Nicole.

“So that’s why Isabelle was born in the hospital of Calais?” Yusuf asked.

He nodded. Annabelle whispered to her that since she opened up about her husband, Ernest was more open about his ex-wife, the former French model of Vogue Roselyn D’Oleur, now Mrs. Richards, Ernest’s fatal enemy.

“Ernest, if it’s not too much to ask… may I see a photo of your girl?” Nicole asked sheepishly.

Ernest nodded with a beaming smile. For what she’s heard, he was a very devoted father and adored his little girl “Here. This one is my Isabelle, although I call her Izzy.”

Nicole studied her before breaking into a smile “This is the girl that defended Anne when some wankers mocked her disability!” She beamed.

Ernest chuckled, amused “Yes, well, Isabelle has a sense of justice. I had to get her out of trouble because she’d always get into fights with bullies. She inherited that from my father.”

“She’s very lovely, and that nose is so adorable!” She flushed pink “Crap, that made sense in my head.”

Ernest gave her a small, reassuring smile “Don’t worry, everyone says the same. I admit she got her mother’s beauty features.”

There was some shadow on his face, like remembering his ex-wife meant pain and she decided to move the subject to London again “So, I haven’t seen much of London and it’s been a decade since I was even there. What do you recommend me to see with Anne?”.

Hamid beamed “I’ve been visiting London for almost already twelve years and I believe myself bold enough to know it as well as a local. Maybe I can give you and your delightful girl a tour to places I am sure she’d enjoy.” He offered.

“That’s so kind and sweet of you, but, isn’t it Parliament season?”.

Hamid chuckled “I am sure these old men can wait some minutes.”

“We don’t really want to bother you…”.

“Please! It’d be my greatest honour to show you and your little girl the beauty of the city. Surely you wouldn’t break my heart by rejecting my proposal?”.

Nicole froze for a few moments. She was sure the man would be delighted by Anne’s company, but this was the first time in years she’d be alone with a man since Alaric died. Not for sex like other times, but in a personal way. In a deep way. She swallowed, mulling over her options and smiled, trying to hide her insecurities “Sure, I’d love to. Especially if it involves Anne seeing a bit of the city she’ll grow up.”

Hamid seemed to perceive her fears and placed a hand on her shoulder “Nicole, I was simply suggesting it. You don’t have to accept if you still don’t feel comfortable, you know? There’s nothing wrong with grief. I will wait for when you’re truly ready, we have a whole year before us.”

She released the ball of tension on her shoulders and frowned “It’s just… I need to speak it to Anne. She is used to be with me only and since she’s an only child the ‘sharing’ things isn’t her forte and her disability… it’s something I must know if she’s comfortable with or not.”

“Don’t worry, Nicole. I will await your answer and please, take the time you need. I understand how difficult is for an autist to change the routine.”

“Thank you for understanding. Many people will sigh and say ‘Autism Sucks’ instead of understanding that this is something we both live with.”

Hamid nodded, then broke into a broad grin “Until then, may I buy you a drink? You look like you could use it.”

It was today. Today was officially Alaric’s birthday. Every day, since he died, Nicole would ask her father to take care of Anne while she brought half a factory of ice-cream, chocolate and whipped cream while she watched his tapes from 1985 to a year before he died. She’d cry a river and regret not giving Anne the father she deserved to have. The closest thing to a father she had was her grandfather, but he was getting old and his time was up. There were things he couldn’t do due to his old age and her uncles had to intervene.

But today she wouldn’t get through it alone. She called Anne, who was watching Doraemon and sat her on her lap.

“What is it, Mama?” She asked, a bit concerned on her mum’s saddened face “Why are you sad?”.

“Because today…” She swallowed hard “today is your father’s birthday.”

Anne looked at him quizzically “How old would he be?”.

Nicole smiled weakly “Thirty-four.”

“You never talk about Dad with me. Why today?”.

“Because, beanie, it’s time you learn about who he was. Who was Alaric Donovan, what kind of father he was and wanted to be for you, his passions, his failures… I want you to meet your Dad earnestly.”

Anne didn’t need to say more before she hugged her mom and asked her to bring some sweets she bought for them both and even some homemade cookies. They sat in front of the TV and an image from December 1995 appeared. Nicole smiled, remembering that night very well. It was a family reunion and Nicole was 5 while Alaric was 8.

“Look, Mum, how huge your friend’s tree is!”.

A man chuckled before his camera pointed at him. Her father, Vincent, looking younger and beaming “Thank you, Alaric, but that is all my beloved Mary’s work.”

“Look, that’s grandfather!” Anne beamed “He’s not grey and old!”.

“Your grandfather was known to be immensely handsome and admired by all the girls in the country.”

“So grandfather was some kind of Casanova?” Anne asked, making Nicole laugh.

“Alaric, turn off that demonic thing! Dinner is served!” His mother scolded him. Nicole grimaced at the woman.

“That’s grandma.”

“One sec, mom, I want to film something really quick!”.

“I said leave the camera, boy!” The father grabbed the camera and the image went grey.

“That is my other grandpa?” Anne asked.

“Sadly, he is.”

“He’s, um…”.

“A jerk? Yeah, he is.” Nicole played with Anne’s locks “That was the night your dad and I met for the first time. At the time I was young, your age in fact and we talked a lot during that night until bedtime.”

“There’s more?” Anne asked.

Nicole nodded and pointed at the screen with the title March 2005. On screen, an 18 years-old Alaric started to explain while his friend sang a song aloud on his old car how he’d ask Nicole to be his girlfriend with her favourite chocolates and song with an enormous cassette of the year.

“That’s the thing you listened to music?” Anne asked, wide-eyed.

Nicole nodded, laughing “Yeah! The millennium barely started, so we weren’t as advanced as we are now. We had a long, long way.”

They both observed how Alaric’s friend recorded how he played with the big cassette her favourite song, sk8r boy by Avril Lavigne. A young Nicole observed from the window wide-eyed and with the mouth on the floor how he asked her to be his girlfriend. Nicole squealed and in a short moment later, she was running towards Alaric and he hugged her, lifting her up and spinning her around, making her giggle. Anne giggled “Dad was such a romantic!”.

Nicole beamed “Yeah, he was. A hopeless romantic.” She gasped at the date: July of 2007 “This is our trip to France! I was 17 and your father was 20. I still remember kissing him on the Eiffel Tower.”

“That’s gross and romantic at the same time.” Anne commented, grimacing. Nicole giggled.

“One day, you will fall in love and will understand what it feels like.”

“Eww, no thank you.”

Nicole laughed while they observed how Alaric filmed a still young Nicole gasping at the views and giggling, stopping to make photos with a massive camera and showing it to Alaric. Later, it showed a dinner of them both on a restaurant buffet, Nicole laughing while filming Alaric struggling to eat the escargots. Anne giggled at seeing her father struggling with some snails and commented how clumsy he was. The tape ended with him sending flying the said escargot to a rather big lady who before she started to yell at them, they quickly turned off the camera. Anne and Nicole laughed at the comical scene.

“How did you even sleep that night?! That lady seemed pissed.”

“We got banished from the restaurant for a day and we had to eat at McDonald’s. It was too embarrassing to come back there and it was the first time I saw your father so flustered!”.

“Poor dad.”

“I’m sure he’d be laughing with us while he comments what he was feeling in that moment.”

“He seemed funny!”.

“He had his moments as a comedian, yes.”

They kept watching some of the tapes, sometimes in Edgewater, sometimes on his house, singing carols in Christmas or carpooling at the car, pranking on the neighbours and going on dates of that year.

Finally, they got on Nicole’s most awaited tape: May 2010.

It was sunny, a perfect day. Alaric and Nicole walked hand on hand through the streets of Bath when Alaric stopped her.

“Nicole, I love you.” Nicole was wide eyed “For the moment I saw you, I was enthralled by you and I had eyes for no other. I know we are young, maybe too young, but I want you in my life. I want to travel with you, be your Earl, your king and maybe, if you’re up to it, be the father of your children.” He dropped on one knee in that blossoming park and showed a ring, a promise of his unyielding love “Nicole Foredale-Mills, will you marry me?”.

Nicole started to cry of emotion, screaming yes over and over and kissed him, everyone on the park clapping as her father appeared, a beaming smile on his face and hugging her and then Alaric. Her grandmother, who died seven years ago now, beamed as she started to plan the wedding, how long they’d be engaged and how it’d be celebrated.

Nicole seized her opportunity to fish the album and showed Anne her wedding photos. She was wearing one of the most expensive wedding dresses, princess size. The tailor was Ana De Luca and it was glittery and off shoulders. It was held in the same chapel Princess Diana got married and the Queen of England was there. Anne went crazy when she told her that her grandmother was friends with the Queen and every noble of England attended to see the young viscountess get married to a humble man. It was an emotive wedding where the vows were for tearing up and her father looked regal. Nicole showed her a photo of the Queen Elizabeth congratulating the newlyweds personally and the slow dance.

A few months later, on March 2011, Nicole held Anne on her arms, small, chubby and sleepy. While Grandpa Vincent recorded everything while Nicole passed baby Anne to a teary Alaric, who cried silently while watching her move her body and yawn “My baby girl. I love her so much already. You’re gonna be so loved, beanie. I promise I will be the greatest dad for you, honeybun.”

Nicole teared up at the part and Anne asked why they cried.

“Because we were so happy over you being brought to the world and you were simply perfect. You are perfect and he loved you so much.” Anne hugged her and saw the rest of the videos:

Alaric playing and teasing baby Anne, clapping and beaming when Anne accomplished something and dressing her up like a 1500s baby… Anne payed attention to it, commenting about it and even giggling every time she threw him food to his face. He was always such a great dad…

“Mom… do you think he’d love me even if I am who I am?”.

“Oh honey… he adored you! You were his everything and he would’ve given everything to make you feel good with yourself. He loved being your father.”

Anne yawned, signal that it was time to go to sleep. She quickly put her to sleep, kissing her goodnight and went upstairs, where in her box there was a letter to an 18 years old Anne. She opened it and started to read it.

To my princess Anne,

Today is your second birthday and I couldn’t be happier. But I am afraid this one will be our last birthday together.

I’ve made a discovery that it could ruin us entirely. I have this aggressive cancer that is killing me slowly. The doctors say that when you’re probably eight, I’ll die slowly and painfully. I have fought in vain to seek a solution, but there is no way back. I don’t want you to grow up with a sick father. I want you to remember me as I was and I am sure that your mother will do a great job with that. And by then, I will be a faint memory of yours, which is probably for the best.

I don’t want to be a burden to you, my beautiful princess. I was supposed to take care of you, not upside down. I know you may think of me a coward, do it. I will not blame you. But this is the only way. Maybe you’re better off without me. Maybe it’s for the best. I don’t know, but you will have all you want. And remember me, my girl, because as long as you remember who I am, I am not entirely dead and everything I have done and lived for isn’t in vain.

I have written down everything in the copy of your birth certificate that I want you and your mom to do once I am gone. If I die now, your mother will inherit my money and will be elegible to be a noblewoman again. I want you to have the best of the best, even if that means me being gone.

This doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, beanie, because I do. I love you so much I think it might kill me. Your mother is my heart and you’re my greatest love and weakness. That is why I must do right by you.

So promise me this: promise me that when we reunite, you will have amazing stories to tell. Make art, stories. Have incredible adventures. Find love. And always be your unapologetically yourself. Because every time you do, you show the best in me.

One more thing: tell your mom that I still wait for that song she made for me.

Love you forever,

Your father.

Nicole’s world stopped. She fell on her knees as she unconsciously called that person her heart knew it’d ease her pain. With her trembling hands, she pressed the button call and the voice answered “Nicole?”.

“I—I know it’s late and you must be tired, but I could use your company right now.”

“…Tell me what you need.”

#playchoices fanfiction #desire and decorum #desire and decorum au #the viscountess #oc: nicole donovan #ernest sinclaire #prince hamid #luke harper #briar daly #bartholomew chambers #annabelle parsons #oc: anne donovan

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‘Legacies’ season 2 spring finale review: Evil is only as powerful as you let it be

For an impromptu end, the Legacies season 2 spring finale was one hell of an episode. Congrats to the whole Legacies team for letting us end season 2 (for now) in such epic style!

So, last episode ended with Hope asleep (and in Josie’s mind), Landon dead, Raf zombified, Lizzie pretending to be dead, and the rest doing their best to play up Lizzie��s death so Darth Josie wouldn’t catch on to their plan.

That’s a hell of a lot to try and wrap up in one episode, but I was SERIOUSLY impressed with how well this episode worked as a finale. I mean, yes, of course I’m desperate to know why Hope is still seemingly stuck in Josie’s mind, and why Landon hasn’t woken up if the Necromancer did his part. But I’m also really glad that we have some threads left open ended to pull on this summer while we wait for news regarding when it will be safe for the Legacies cast and crew to return to set. I’m sure they’re as eager to film those last four episodes (including that confirmed musical ep!) as we are to see them, but first and foremost, it must be safe for them to return.

That all said, here’s my full review of all the craziest bits of the Legacies season 2 spring finale:

Of course Josie’s subconscious is a fairytale world

I mean, we knew it from the previews already, but it makes a lot of sense. And I hope that now that she’s rewriting the story, her subconscious world will morph and change to fit the woman who dreamed it up.

If we ever end up in Josie’s subconscious again, I hope we find it a different sort of fairytale kingdom. One where the princess is a little more fierce and badass, while still maintaining that sense of goodness, with the same kind heart and good humor.

Dark Josie reigns supreme

I’m thinking in the hierarchy of villains, she’s somewhere underneath Malivore, and probably Kai, too, but definitely higher than Clark or the Necromancer or pretty much any of the singular monsters from last season. For some reason, that black magic energy is just so much more powerful than almost anything else we’ve seen on Legacies so far.

There are a couple TVD era villains I can think of (the Mikaelsons anyone?) that would give her a run for her money, but she’s gonna rank pretty high on the Legacies villain list for a long time.

Hope is Lizzie and Lizzie is Hope

I gotta say, Danielle Rose Russell does a mean Lizzie Saltzman. I bought it hook, line, and sinker. It must have been a lot of fun for Danielle to get to do something a little different for a change than more of Hope’s tortured hero drama. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love me some Hope-saved-the-world-and-all-she-got-for-her-trouble-was-this-black-puddle-of-goo drama, but it was nice to see one of the show’s strongest actors get to flex a different muscle for a bit in the Legacies season 2 spring finale.

So, what exactly happened to Landon?

Last episode he was stabbed by Raf with the golden arrow. I really believed that when they pulled it out, he would start his resurrection cycle again, but no such luck. Raf is holding the arrow when he brings Dr. Saltzman down to take a look, and at no point in the course of this episode did it appear that Landon was even thinking of bursting into phoenix-y flames.

So, is Landon dead? Or just stuck like it seems Hope probably is at the end of the episode? Well, we have a bit of a wait til we find out, but let the conjecture begin!

No nonconsensual kissing for these fairy tale ladies

I know, I know. When we start thinking in fairy tale tropes, it’s easy to start believing in true love’s kiss, but I actually really like the stand the writers took in this episode. You have to be the change you want to see in the world, and, in order to re-write tropes like those of Snow White and Prince Charming, you have to start somewhere. Why not our little supernatural show about witches, vampires, wolves, and the menagerie of monsters they had no idea they were sharing a world with.

Little Red Riding Witch vs. the Big Bad Wolf Queen

I find it interesting that Hope was able to fend off the darkness pretty well until it took Josie form. Is Hope just reluctant to hurt someone who looks like Josie, even if she is in her evil form? I think that may have been part of the case, here. Plus, it’s nice to know that Josie had the power to tame her darkest impulses all on her own.

Lizzie’s gets a major dose of truth

It’s really unfortunate that everyone has fallen into this ‘Lizzie is terrible’ schtick, but it was probably good for her to hear. Lizzie is so self-assured in her popularity that she doesn’t see the forest for the trees. She can think of how each and every person treats her in one on one situations and such, but she doesn’t take a look at the big picture very often. I’m sure even Lizzie would have noticed that the other students more fear her than love her.

But at the same time, Lizzie’s bravado is a delicate facade. Just underneath that thin, flimsy coating of “thick skin” she pretends to have, is a girl who just wants to be liked. She just wants to know that when she sacrifices herself to save her school and her sister, that someone will have nice things to say about her and a few nice memories to carry her on with.

Jed and Kaleb’s riff off

This whole Jed and Kaleb competition for Alyssa Chang’s affection is kind of hilarious. Them having a riff off full of skilled (and some rawer talent) runs in the middle of Lizzie’s fake funeral was adorable. I mean, that was a terrible memorial, but at least it helped dissolve a little of the tension already ramping up in this episode.

Oh, and if their bonding over Alyssa’s flaws means a new bromance is born, I am SO here for that, too.

A deal with the devil… adjacent

In order to save Josie from the black magic churning through her cells, Alaric had to make a deal with the Necromancer. Since our zombie-creator found himself powerless against the powers of Lord Josiemort, he knew there was only one way to get her out of his life and himself back in the driver’s seat. Returning Raf and Alyssa to actual life and (supposedly) reviving Landon was just a trade off. The real choice was between giving all Josie’s black magic to the Necromancer and giving him a supercharge of his power or letting her fall deeper and deeper into the evil coursing through her veins.

The unbreakable covenant spell

Eerily reminiscent of the Unbreakable Vow from Harry Potter, the Necromancer agrees to be bound by their deal. In order to assure Alaric that he would hold up his end of the deal, the Necromancer breaks out the Unbreakable Covenant Spell, which would require each party to hold up their entire end of the deal to reap the benefits. This is why I’m sure beyond sureness that whatever’s keeping Hope asleep is affecting Landon, too… somehow.

Enter M.G. and his unique ability to speak Lizzie

Only someone who truly knows Lizzie down to her soul could have turned an entire room of people laughing at her into a crowd that remembers their friend fondly. I would have loved to hear more of their remembrances of the nice things that Lizzie did for them. For every wild, crazy thing she’s done, there’s something downright sweet to balance the scale.

It shows how much M.G. really truly cares for Lizzie. It’s not just a crush or some teen hormonal thing. He loves that girl. He knows her down to her marrow. And every wonderful thing he does for her brings her closer and closer to seeing how incredible his belief in her is. And only someone who believes in the good in her is going to be able to win her heart. I can’t wait to see her crush on him next season. It’s coming, I can feel it.

The actual fairy tale narrative

First of all, Evil Queen Josie’s armor outfit was STUNNING. So freaking gorgeous, even in all black.

I love that, in the end, Josie and Lizzie were both so afraid to hurt each other that they found themselves second class citizens in their own lives. Last episode, Lizzie had to choose herself in order to even have a chance to beat Josie in the Merge. In the Legacies season 2 spring finale, Josie has to set aside her fears of being powerful enough to beat Lizzie in order to push Dark Josie out of power.

Josie takes a break?

Toting all that power around for so long seems to have worn Josie out a bit. It might be a good thing for her to take a step back from her power for a bit. I’m interested to know what might be important enough for her to restore her magic. Who will have to be in life threatening peril for her to jump back into the fray?

They like me! They really like me!

Lizzie’s look of incredulity when the other witches who spent most of the day badmouthing her showed up at the lakeside to celebrate her life.

Thank you, ‘Legacies’ writers, for bringing Raf and Alyssa back to the land of the living

Poor Rafael has been through enough. He’s had the shit end of the stick so far this season, so I hope that now that his heart is beating again, he can have something go his way for once. Landon coming back would be a start, but something else would be nice, too. Maybe a nice new romance or bromance? Raf needs more people in his life than just the two people who love him the most, and bring him the most pain, too.

So, did Alaric and the Necromancer go through with their Unbreakable Covenant?

If they cast that spell over their deal, then the Necromancer HAS restored Landon and his perma-sleep is being caused by something else. OR, and there’s a decent chance of this, the Necromancer uses a loophole of never declaring WHEN he would restore Landon to his body, and the Necromancer is delaying raising Landon until the opportune moment, which will undoubtedly involve Malivore and probably Clark, too.

What did you think of the ‘Legacies’ season 2 spring finale?

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thatpunkmaximoff · 5 years ago

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Thoughts on Legacies 2X15

The necromancer was after Raf? Why?

Giving an assembly on your evil daughter.. how awkward.

It's annoying at how the copied dark!Willow, dark veins and all. *sighs*

Lol. They threw Alaric into the "game". Good.

Oh no. Why is there a lot of blood?

Oh no. Why was there a bloody blade in Raf's hand?!

Merge day, huh. Too soon. It ain't gonna happen.

MG, darling. This type of training isn't what Lizzie needs. Lol.

See. Lizzie gets it. It's a mental battle.

Ew. Gross. Creepy eye.

This Willow poser found out about the Necromancer. And she ain't gonna do shit about it. *rolls eyes*

Oh shit. She just killed Alyssa Chang. You know what this means.. fucking not hurting Josie. Do whatever it takes to put her ass out of commission until good Josie comes back.

Aw. Poor Jed.

Bye, bye Kaleb. Lol.

Shit. What's up with Raf's cut?

Can Hope and Landon stop being awkward?

Wtf. What is the WWE bullshit?

Not episode related, but the recording of this episode on my DVR keeps skipping becase we had some storms passing through -_- I'm missing part of the dialogue and it's annoying.

Wait. What? Alyssa's alive? o.O

And here comes Hope to the rescue.. *sighs*

So Rafael hurt.. Rafael? He died?! I'm so confused.

Harry Potter vibes now.

Lizzie to the rescue!

Oh shit. She kissed him XD

Jed sees the creepy eye. Squash it!

Oh snap. They're merging.

*gasps* They stabbed Raf! He really is dead :( Wtf.

Oh Raf. Don't make Landon do it. Not his brother.

So if the necromancer dies, does that mean all his "puppets" do too? Because that's going to suck.

Plan B? What's plan B?!

And "Willow" is up.

So Lizzie is awake. What the hell happened?

Oh. They linked Lizzie and Landon.

Hope's in Josie's mind.. well fuck.

Oh hell no. Stabbed with the golden arrow. Fuckity fucking fuck.

#legacies spoilers #legacies 2x15 #hope mikaelson #alaric saltzman #lizzie saltzman #josie saltzman #milton greasley #mg #kaleb #alyssa chang #jed #the necromancer #landon kirby #rafael waithe

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rebeleden · 1 year ago

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Watch "Floyd Mayweather's Ex-Girlfriend Josie Harris Found Dead In Her Car" on YouTube

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blackcatsims · 5 years ago

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Get To Know Me Tag <3

I was tagged by @tabbyrhsims4simblr and @racingllama in a couple of different get to know me tag type games, so I decided to respond with this hybrid by racing llama <3 which includes all the questions I was asked! Thanks for the tags guys, they made my day!!

Name / Nickname : Alexandria/Alex

Height : It’s technically 170cm but I’m immature as fuck so I’m gonna go on record and say that it’s actally 169 eyyyyyyyy

Zodiac sign : *adore delano voice* I’m a fucking Libra

Hobbies : Singing, gaming, patting my dog, yelling about feminist theory and treading my slow descent into madness

Favourite colours : Burgundy, plum and brown.

Favourite books : Harry Potter by some terrible white lady, The Slightly True Story of Cedar B. Hartley by Martine Murray, A Prayer For Owen Meany by John Irving, Animorphs by K.A. Applegate (FIGHT ME), The Ancient Future by Traci Harding, the His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman, anything by Jacqueline Wilson but especially The Dare Game and The Illustrated Mum, Chasing After The Wind by Dale Harcombe and Saving Francesca by Melina Marchetta.

Last song listened to : Monday, Monday by the Mamas & the Papas

Inspiration for muse : In the context of this blog, I think my #1 muse would have to be Nola from my Blood Legacy. She’s inspired, as many of you know, by my grandmother - also named Nola.

Dream job : I’d love to be successful enough as a musician to be able to support my family financially, but not successful enough that I became famous. I can hear my therapist’s heart palpitations from here. I’ve actually had a few different dreams in my life so I can keep going! I used to dream of being the owner of a sex shop called “The Love Shack”. I would also love to own a witch shop. Reading tarot cards, drinking tea and being surrounded by candles and incense all day sounds pretty much like heaven to me. I could plug my band in the shop too! It’s all coming together! Haha.

Meaning behind your URL : I’ve answered this one quite a few times before but I never get tired of it! My Mum and I started this blog together back in 20...10??? At the time, my username on the Sims website was BlackWeb6 (that username dates back to when I was an emo kid in high school circa 2005!) and my mum’s username was AliCats. So, naturally, when we decided to start a tumblr blog together for our simming adventures, we named it BlackCatSims!

Cats or dogs? Dog person 100%, but I can appreciate cats. They cute.

YouTube celebrities or normal celebrities? I kind of object to celebrity culture on principle but I must be a hypocrite because there’s heaps of famous musicians I borderline worship like Janis Joplin, Amy Winehouse and Mama Cass. So I guess my answer is....normal celebrities? Mostly dead ones? With the exception of Hozier. He’s still alive last I checked. HE’S STILL ALIVE RIGHT?!?!?!

If you could live anywhere where would that be? Rarotonga.

Disney or DreamWorks? I guess I technically have to say Dreamworks since I’ve dedicated my heart and soul to She-Ra and the Princesses of Power??? I’ll have to take my anti-corporation rant elsewhere lest my hypocrisy continue to shine through.

Favorite childhood TV show? ALL ABOARD THE MAGIC SCHOOL BUS!!!

The movie you’re looking forward to most in 2020? What’s a movie?

Favorite book you read in 2019? Haha. Uhhh.....does reading Enya lyrics inside a CD insert count?

Marvel or DC? Which one do I hate more? Impossible to answer.

If you choose Marvel favorite member of the X-Men? If you choose DC favorite Justice League member? My fav Spice Girl was Feminism Ginger Spice

Night or Day? Day. I’m solar powered.

Favorite Pokémon? PONYTA FOREVER

Top bands: SO MANY AHHH I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!! LET’S GO!!!!! *takes a deep breath* Crowded House, R.E.M., Stevie Nicks, Hozier, The Beatles, Nick Cave, Nick Drake, The Cranberries, Tracy Chapman, Eric Clapton, Janis Joplin, The Mamas & The Papas, The Seekers, Leonard Cohen (except his weird “put the pussy on a pedestal” shit like calm down suzanne), Simon & Garfunkel, David Bowie, Paul Kelly, Amy Winehouse, Evanescence (just slipping this one in here inconspicuously), Peter Paul & Mary, Ella Fitzgerald, Blondie (angry horny babe), Enya, Rasputina, Gin Wigmore, Snake River Conspiracy, Within Temptation, Nightwish (Tarja <3), Amy LaVere, t.A.T.u. (never forget the bitches who helped you realize your sexuality) and you know what they’re not real but I’m gonna end this list with one of my favourite bands of all time: JOSIE AND THE PUSSYCATS!!!!

Top movies: ^^^ Jerkin’! Tretorns are the new Adidas!

America or Europe? Well I’ve never been to America but I’ve seen pictures of that orange cheeto shit-stain ra(c/p)ist who has a lot of money and power for some reason so I’d like to stay as far away from that as possible because it makes me so scared to be alive that i have just decided I am definitely not going to talk about this here next question.

Tumblr or Twitter? Tumblr

Pro-choice or Pro-life? Pro-Choice because I’m not a misogynist or a large smelly poo.

Favorite YouTuber: definitely that band arty-rex they’re great

Favorite author? I dunno man. I haven’t read a book in a while. I like all the ones I listed earlier! I just haven’t read them in ... a while ....,,,,,

Tea or coffee? Both!!! Coffee when I really need to get moving and tea for every other occasion on the planet. Stubbed your toe? Cuppa tea! Found a penny on the street? Cuppa tea! Cuppa tea? Cuppa tea!

OTP? *takes long drag of cigarette* I haven’t heard that acronym in years....

22. Do you play an instrument/sing? Yep :) You can check out me and my Dad’s band on instagram or find us on youtube!

I hereby tag anybody who wants to do this, and @teekalu, @sulanisunrise, @kscriba, @kimmmygibbbler, @stretchskeleton, @ratboysims, @helloduckie, @pxelbeans aaaaaaand @onceuponasimblr <3 <3 <3

#personal #tag #tag meme #personal tag #get to know me tag

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madebyleftovermuses · 5 years ago

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The one with the new headmaster

This Year Will Be Different

Hope in the woods tracking the ninja turtle

Mystic Falls High of course it would be there

Alaric is principal of Mystic Falls High...how did he manage to land that job?

So there’s a communal girls bathroom? Didn’t some rooms have bathrooms?

Lizzie does Yoga

Kaleb overhearing Lizzie’s semester of yes

Who the hell is this fancy man? With his walking cane and everything

We love Alaric’s office don’t change it

We got a new headmaster and he seems like a dick like Honey

Jed being nice is weird

Landon being popular is weird

Landon looks at Josie like he should be looking at Hope and it hurts

Landon and Josie’s first date

Awkward hug

Creep skull thingy is still around

Breathe through your mouth

Old mill and chill

MG choking and Kaleb is like “oh damn!” because MG couldn’t remember to be a mouth breather

Landon got a medal

Hope went back to her mother’s maiden name

Is she attending mystic falls high?

Who is maya? Kinda hoping she’s Elena and Damon’s daughter

It’s a high school there is a terrible smell everywhere

Teenage boy plus monster is a new type of gross

Hope saying she’s a hunter

Wiki says Maya is the sheriffs daughter ):

Hope would be qb1

Lizzie saying yes to MG’s study date...hesitate to the old mill...not really wanting the 2:00

Looks like Lizzie didn’t actually want to say yes to MG and that makes me sad

Josie being jealous

Josie made Landon coffee

Josie misses her daddy

Just because he suggested sushi doesn’t mean he wants sushi

Alaric hides weapons in the school lockers

Found the Ninja turtle

Hope coming in with a mason jar and a sun spell

Surprise! Hope is a witch

It got more complicated

I wonder since Hope is technically a vampire too would vervain hurt her if she took it?

MG was brought to compel Maya

Ric correcting MG that he’s principal not headmaster

Hope never thought about going back

Such a sweet moment between Ric and Hope until Hope said she works alone

It’s Harry Hook!!

And he’s a vampire and very confused

Ninja turtle isn’t a troll

Kaleb helping MG ask Lizzie out and throwing popcorn at him

MG sounds like a creep with knowing her favorite episode of her favorite tv show

Lizzie does deserve to be with someone who sees her

Daddy adoptive daughter hunting

Poor Hope seeing Landon with Josie

Poor Josie not feeling well

Lizzie looking for her Prince Charming

Lizzie isn’t very good with the flirting

Harry ignoring Lizzie’s question

Maybe not a vampire...WHAT ARE YOU HARRY?!

Everyone’s life is complicated you’re not special Harry

Ninja turtle heading for Landon

Hope being a badass and Landon is oblivious

Landon there is a fight behind you but please continue sketching and listening to your music

Hey look ninja turtle is a Cyclops

Does that answer the question if he’s dead as he turns into ash

Shit Landon saw Hope

You don’t want to hurt his feelings but you are!!

Poor MG 😭😭 he should find the Gorgon and date her! So much better than Lizzie

Selfless MG saying that’s what friends are for

Sad MG makes me really sad

Ric gifting Hope his crossbow

Hope and Landon talking

Ouch! Landon talking calling Josie amazing girl when his true girlfriend is right there!!

This is breaking Hope’s heart

He ordered Hope’s milkshake...even without memories of Hope he remembered her order

I’m not crying I’m a sobbing mess

Josie is allergic to seaweed which is like 90% of sushi

Landon shocked that Josie ate seaweed knowing she’s allergic

Josie is the type of girl that deserves to be taken care of...just not by you

Hope telling Alaric who she really is

Shit sob storm!!

Daddy adoptive daughter moment!

The fuck is this headmasters deal? Telling Josie a better way to use magic on students

The fuck? A new class? And the look on Josie’s face like she’s turning evil

Who jogs through a cemetery at night? Kind of looks like Reggie’s dad...actually I think it’s the same actor

Fucking triad, fucking Ryan

I think the reason I’m not liking Josie and Landon together is because Hope has had so much crap happened to her in her life that Landon made her truly happy. Hope, Josie and Landon all deserve to be happy and loved unconditionally and taken cared of.

(I would have posted this yesterday but when I recorded it last night it didn’t catch the beginning only Hope meeting Principal Saltzman)

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filmfanatic82 · 5 years ago

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AO3 Link (HERE)

Chapter 11

“But nothing is better, sometimes

Once we've both said our goodbyes

Let's just let it go

Let me let you go

Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own

I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that”

-- When the Party’s Over, Billie Eilish

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“Okay, so it’s definitely not Kaleb,” Hope says with a strong exhale of air as she sits down next to Penelope on the main hall staircase a short while later.

Penelope stops twirling the paperback copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and looks over at Hope. “You sure?”

“1000%. I had to spend a good thirty minutes explaining what a cardigan even was to him… Any luck with Pedro?”

“Nope. The boy hasn’t heard anything. Promised to keep his eyes and ears peeled, though, just in case.”

“And you trust he won’t mention that we’re looking for it?” Hope asks with a quirk of her brow.

“Yup. His lips are sealed. Bribed him with half a dozen comic books and fifty bucks,” Penelope offers up.

“Comic books?”

“MG. Told him I needed them as collateral.” Penelope pauses for a moment to run her hands through her messy locks and tucks a few loose strands behind her ears. “Promised I’d replace them as soon as I could. Just add that to things I need to do if we survive the next few days.”

“Have you ever even stepped foot in a comic book store?”

“What’d you think?” Penelope replies.

“I think MG might as well kiss those comics goodbye,” Hope says with a light laugh.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Furball.” Penelope starts to twirl the book once again, channeling all of her pent up anxiety and nerves into the mundane action. “Also talked with Raf, Jed, Emma, and that pack of freshman witches that like to follow me around. Nothing from any of them.”

“Who’s left?” Hope asks in earnest which only causes Penelope to answer with a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look. “What?”

“I’ll give you two guesses.”

“Fuck.” Hopes slumps down further onto the steps as the realization hits her dead on. “You don’t think…”

“No clue… I mean it’s possible. But it’s also possible that a 6th-century possessed gargoyle did it as well. So who knows?”

“Not possible.”

“Huh?”

“The gargoyle. It’s not possible. They can be enchanted but can’t outright perform magic on their own. So it’s not a gargoyle.”

Penelope gives a hard roll of her eyes. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“You’re the one that brought up a gargoyle, not me.”

“I was being facetious, Hope,” Penelope fires back with a slightly heightened level of annoyance. Hope senses the tension radiating off of Penelope and without another word, wraps her arm around the raven-haired girl.

“Hey. I told you already. We’ll find the sweater, okay?”

“What if it’s Josie?” The question hanging in the air between them for a moment or two, neither one quite ready to fully embrace that reality.

“Or it could be Lizzie,” Hope says back with a shrug. “It’s a fifty fifty, right?”

“Liz I can deal with, but Josie…” Penelope trails off as her fingers drift upwards towards her neck.

“Then we’ll divide and conquer. You take Lizzie and I’ll take Josie.” Hope glances down at her watch. “It’s almost 8 pm now. Best place to start is their dorm room. I can head there now while you check the kitchen.”

“The kitchen?”

A noticeable blush spreads across Hope’s cheeks. “Lizzie usually likes to grab a bag of those kettle chips that Alaric stocks in the pantry before heading up to bed.”

The tension slightly dissipates from Penelope as she can’t help but laugh. “Stalker much?”

“Not a stalker,” Hope says, regaining her composure. “I’ve just run into her while grabbing a late-night snack for myself once or twice before. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” Penelope hums unconvincingly.

Now it’s Hope’s turn to roll her eyes. She unwraps herself from Penelope, giving her a hard but playful shove in the shoulder as she does and then rises to her feet. “God, are you always this annoying?”

Penelope doesn’t respond. Instead, she rises up as well and flashes Hope one of her trademark smirks. “Meet back here in thirty?”

“Thirty it is,” Hope starts to head up the staircase, but suddenly stops halfway. “And don’t go and do anything stupid, Park. Cause I’m not quite in the mood to save your ass tonight.”

“I make no promises, Mikaelson.”

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Penelope aimlessly wanders down the desolate hallway lost within her own sea of thoughts.

There had been no signs of Lizzie-- no anyone else for the matter-- in kitchen. Nor the dining hall. Or even the secret teachers’ pantry that no one is supposed to know about.

Not a soul to be found anywhere.

But that’s what’s to be expected late on a Sunday evening at the Salvatore School. A dead quiet campus. Students tucked away within their dorms, either already fast asleep or in the process of going to bed.

Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

And that’s what makes Penelope’s skin crawl.

It’s too normal.

Like an eerie stillness before a storm.

“Hello, Satan,” Lizzie’s voice cuts through the silence sending an instant set of chills running down Penelope’s spine. She stops dead in her tracks and slowly turns around to find Lizzie standing at the other end of the hallway. The blonde-haired siphoner locks eyes with Penelope as her face contorts into a sick smirk of satisfaction.

And then, Penelope sees it.

The yellow sweater.

Josie’s yellow sweater.

It dangles limp and lifeless from Lizzie’s hand, almost irreconcilable in the darken, moonlit shadows except for its Salvatore School patch partway peeling off of the threadbare fabric.

“Missing something?” Lizzie asks raising the sweater ever so slightly as she does. A wave of gut-churning fear crashes down upon Penelope, causing her legs to wobble. She swallows dryly and desperately tries to hold onto her emotionless composure as Lizzie slowly makes her way closer.

“Liz, I can--”

“Explain?” Lizzie cuts Penelope off, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I’m dying to hear it. Especially the part where you explain exactly how you wound up in possession of what looks to be my sister’s sweater when I know for a fact that it’s in our dorm room right now on the back of Josie’s desk chair.”

“It’s not her sweater.” The lie flows freely from Penelope’s lips without hesitation and yet she knows right away that it isn’t enough to convince Lizzie.

“Nice try,” Lizzie replies. “Actually, I take that back. It’s a horrible try. Do you think I’m an idiot? Her name is written right here on the tag.”

Lizzie flips the sweater over and holds up the tag for Penelope to see, but it’s not needed. Penelope has long since burned those five black scrawled out letters into her memory.

“So we’re going to try this one more time. What are you doing with my sister’s sweater?”

“Liz, it’s not what you think.”

“Ha!” Liz takes another step forward, causing Penelope to counter with her own step backward. “There. You did it again. You called me Liz. Talk about waving a gigantic red flag. I knew something was off from the very first moment you called me Liz. But no… Everyone said I was overreacting and being paranoid. That there was nothing unusual about it.”

“You know you’re monologuing, right?” Penelope says trying to defuse the growingly dangerous situation. She knows she’s once again playing with fire, but sarcastic remarks have always been her fallback. The last resort of sorts for whenever things aren’t looking so hot.

“Shut up!” Lizzie shouts with a burst of anger. Penelope takes yet another step backward in caution, eyes never leaving Lizzie.

Not even for the slightest of milliseconds.

Josie might’ve almost killed her, but Lizzie…

Lizzie is the real Saltzman twin to watch out for.

Although Penelope never had the opportunity to witness her in action firsthand, the tales were more than enough to paint a picture of what the fair-haired Saltzman could potentially do if provoked.

“Please…” Penelope pauses for a moment as her eyes brief dart away from Lizzie and towards the sweater. “Just give me the sweater and I promise I’ll explain everything.”

“Yeah. Don’t think so, Park.” Lizzie inches closer and Penelope notices how her hand clenches even harder around the yellow fabric, almost to the point of disintegration. It’s another telltale warning. One that Penelope can’t help but fixate on.

Can Lizzie siphon from the sweater?

No.

Not possible.

It’s just a sweater.

There isn’t an ounce of magical energy within it and yet…

The question still lingers with Penelope. Ever present and nagging.

“Who are you?” The single question comes out as a growl and Penelope grits her teeth as another, more powerful set of chills run rampant throughout the length of her body.

“I’m Penelope.”

“Eh’nt! Wrong answer.”

“I am. I swear.”

“You want to know how I know you’re lying?” Lizzie responds, eyeing narrowing down with laser-like focus. “The sweater told me so.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter? The sweater.”

Penelope shakes her head trying desperately to follow along. “But how? I don’t…”

“Oh wow… I think this is a first. Finally, there’s something that the all-power Penelope Park doesn’t know,” Lizzie replies. “I used an aetate charm mixed in with a super dose of whatever magic I siphoned from your room, which by the way, was off the charts. I haven’t had a rush like that since I accidentally siphoned off of my great aunt Gladys during Thanksgiving dinner. She was a notoriously powerful witch in our coven and let’s just say after siphoning from her I was able to levitate my dad’s Land Rover for like a month.”

Lizzie pauses for a moment, getting lost within the memory and Penelope takes the opportunity to quickly glance behind her at the library doorway.

Only 20 feet away.

She could make a run for it and maybe track down Hope…

Or MG…

Or anyone else that could help her defuse Lizzie.

“Don’t you even dare think about it,” Lizzie says and Penelope whips her attention back around to the blonde-haired siphoner. “Now where was I? Oh right… The sweater. The funniest thing happened when I used the aetate charm. It revealed that this sweater was somehow ten years old. Which is impossible because I know for a fact that my sister bought this sweater only four years ago. So which brings me back to my question… Who are you and what is this?”

“I told you already… I’m Penelope Park. And that is Josie’s sweater.” Penelope holds her breath upon these words, as an unsettling silence falls between the two of them. She studies the icy blue eyes staring back at her and suddenly wishes that she had paid more attention to all of those times that Caroline had tried to teach her the art of mind compulsion.

“Gelida.”

The curse hits Penelope before she has time to even process the word that Lizzie has just uttered. Every muscle in her body instantly locks, frozen by an invisible force. Penelope can’t move an inch, let alone even blink.

All she can do is breathe.

Lizzie inches forward as a look of puzzlement crossed over her face. “Okay. Now I know for sure you aren’t Penelope. The real Penelope would’ve seen that coming from a mile away. Hell, even Pedro would’ve.”

Penelope rages against the curse with every ounce of strength she has in her, beyond desperate to respond. But the curse wins out. She’s paralyzed.

“If you won’t tell me the truth, then let's see what you have to say to Josie and my dad,” Lizzie says. She gives Penelope one last look before turning on her heels and taking off down the hallway.

And all Penelope can do is watch in frozen silence, as wave after wave of the dreaded impending doom slowly drowns her.

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“Pen?”

Penelope’s eyes pop open at the distinct sound of Josie’s voice. It's been well over an hour since Lizzie left her and all that she’s managed to regain control over so far is her eyelids and her left pinky finger.

“Penelope?” The voice grows closer and Penelope once again fights against the invisible force that is holding her hostage within her own body. She screams out internally, desperate to answer, but no sound emerges.

“Pen? Where are-- Oh my god! Pen?!” Josie rounds the corner of the hallway and finally comes into view. Penelope’s eyes light up and she blinks rapidly. It isn’t much, but it’s enough for Josie to instantly understand.

Josie places her hand on the nearby wall. “Regelo!”

Penelope collapses against the hardwood floor with a thud. She slowly rolls over onto her side as a long groan escapes her lips. Everything hurts.

“Pen! Are you alright?” Josie rushes over and crouches down next to the raven-haired girl. Penelope nods as she takes a moment to recompose herself.

“Yeah. I’m okay,” Penelope replies. She pushes herself up into a sitting position and cracks her neck. “Just insanely sore.”

“What happened? Who did this to you?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Pen…”

“It doesn’t.” Penelope shakes her head. “How’d you know where to find me?”

“Lizzie. She burst into our room ranting and raving that you weren’t the real you but some sort of demon and that she had trapped you in the downstairs hallway. I sorta ran out on her after that, but she threw this at me as I was leaving.” Josie pauses for a moment and pulls out the yellow sweater from the pocket of her sweatshirt. “She said she found it in your room? It looks like my sweater, but… but it can’t be. This one’s all torn up and destroyed… Pen, what is this?”

Penelope stares at the sweater as her mind races for something-- anything-- to say.

“Penelope?” Josie asks again and the underlying quiver to her voice slices through Penelope like a white-hot knife.

Penelope closes her eyes and then swallows back down the rising lump of emotions in the back of her throat. “It’s yours.”

“What?”

“It’s your sweater.”

“But… I don’t… How?”

“Because it is.”

It’s not an answer.

It’s a deflection.

And a vague one a best.

Josie deserves more. An actual explanation as to why the sweater exists and its origins.

But revealing the truth-- even the vaguest of tidbits-- is nothing short of opening Pandora’s box.

A risk that Penelope isn’t willing to take. Especially not when she knows the potential horrors that can come from it.

“You promised you wouldn’t lie to me,” Josie says and Penelope feels the emotional blade cut even deeper.

“I know.”

“Then tell me the truth.”

“I can’t…” Penelope replies in nothing more than a whisper and as soon as the words leave her lips, she knows that they are the final two nails in the coffin.

But there’s no other choice.

Josie’s chocolate brown eyes burn into Penelope’s skin as the silence of the desolate hallway once again all but engulf them. And all Penelope can do is focus on the yellow sweater on the ground before her.

Her once most beloved possession now turned Achilles heel.

“Then we’re done.”

The words hang heavy in the air, reverberating in the space around Penelope. She shuts her eyes in an effort to hold back the forthcoming tears and gives the tiniest of nods in understanding.

Footsteps soon follow, growing fainter and fainter until finally disappearing altogether back into the darkness.

Penelope doesn’t need to open her eyes to confirm what her heart already knows. Josie is gone.

And this time, it’s for good.

#posie #legacies #josie x penelope #josie saltzman #penelope park #hope mikaelson #lizzie saltzman #ao3 #fanfic #wlw

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[ DOVE CAMERON , CIS FEMALE , SHE/HER ] hey, isn’t that OLIVIA HARRIS ? you know, that 18 year old STUDENT from BEACON HILLS. they’ve been around for TWO WEEKS now, which means they must know what’s going on, right? their friends say they’re pretty AMBITIOUS, but i’ve seen the COMPULSIVE side of them. don’t tell anyone, but they’re a HUNTER, which means they’re AWARE of the supernatural. i hope the NEOPHYTE gets through what’s coming.

** hey all ! for those of you who don’t know, my name is erin and i’m one of the admins here. i’m 19 years old and i live in the cst ( central ) timezone. along with liv, i also play @jckscns ( jackson whittemore )

The Harris Family ;; a family full of tradition. residing in new york city, the family ( consisting of parents josie and remus harris, and daughter olivia harris ) called the city home. but years ago, when remus was only a child, he lived in a town called beacon hills. a town where he met the one and only melissa delgado ( now going by melissa mccall. ) the girl was the best friend remus ever had. the two were so close that when remus grew up, got married, and had a beautiful baby girl, the couple decided to name melissa godmother. they trusted the old friend to take in olivia if anything would happen, knowing very well the danger of their profession. and melissa accepted, vowing to take care of the child if anything were to ever happen to her dear friends. due to the harris’ relationship with the mccall family, growing up, liv and her parents spent every long holiday, weekend, and summer in beacon hills. melissa and her son were family to olivia in every way that mattered.

as much as olivia loved the mccall family, she never dreamed that she would one day pack up her entire life and move to beacon hills to live with them. but then the incident happened. after a ’ hiking accident ‘ olivia’s parents were presumed dead. presumed because the bodies were never found. of course, melissa and scott flew out for the funeral. and that’s when melissa made the offer. despite legally being an adult, she opened her home to the girl, promising to take care of her. and olivia gratefully accepted. she couldn’t stay in the home she shared with her parents. she couldn’t deal with the painful memories every day.

it took everything in olivia not to confide in the mccall family about the true cause of her parents’ deaths. only one month before they died, days before liv’s eighteenth birthday, they opened up about the true family history. at the time, olivia didn’t realize the weight the words they would open with held. ’ nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent ’. for decades, the harris family had been hunting monsters. her parents told her all about the wold of the supernatural, and how it was their job to protect the innocent from the creatures who hid in the darkness. from that point on, liv began training as a hunter. and the life that became so important to olivia, the same life that her parents swore by, is what took them in the end. but to olivia, it inspired her. she wanted to avenge her parents death. so she planned to continue training, to live on in the line of her family’s hunters.

outside of the world of the supernatural, olivia isn’t quite so normal either. at her old school, she held the highest grade point average in her school. she’s almost obsessive about perfection. she wants to be the best at anything and everything possible. she’s a friendly person, but she’s started to realize how much more there is to life than high school popularity. but still, she plans to keep up the persona of a normal high school student while living with the mccall family in beacon hills. and if that means playing into the rivalry with mystic falls, interacting with the other students with a smile on her face, participating in extra curricular activities, and excelling in class, that’s what she would do. but outside of school hours, she would be warrior.

#riseshq:intro

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Bring Me Home // Harry Styles

Are We Out Of The Woods? (5)

Next chapter is 90% Harry, strap in!

t/w: remembrance of assault

/the past/

“This is in everyone's best interest. It will help Elijah and his family to have the best outcome for any of you to come forward with information of his whereabouts,” a detective tells the five of us, they think he’s a runaway. “We know you six were close so odds are at least one of you knows something.”

We’re all sitting around Sam’s room waiting for someone to talk. I know if I speak a single word my secrets will spill from me like a knife wound. I cannot afford the blood loss no matter how great and valid the retribution. I am scared. I pace the room with my hands in my pocket. How does the prey become the shark? Or how do you make the shark afraid? All I have on my hands are questions in blood and I can feel Eli sinking into me whispering more. I can’t shake his presence or chill. “I’m sorry,” I scream, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” But my mind is only ever as loud or violent as a echoed whisper.

I don’t know when they all decided to leave but my sister pulls me from the floor I’ve found my way to and out to her car. I still say nothing. She pins me against the passenger door. “What’s going on?” she whispers harshly. I whimper and shake my head. “You were acting like a fucking lobotomy patient in there, June,” she’s pleading. “What is going on?”

My strings are unraveling and I can’t hold on for long. I need a foothold but all I can find are fault lines. I want the earth to split open, the Devil himself to wrap his red, scalding fingers around my ankle and drag me down so I don’t have to live with this. I reach for the door handle and attempt to pull it open. Tears are coming down so heavily that if I don’t get into this car now she will have to put me in like a child. I glance at his house. The house that chose him and he quickly learned to choose back. I see the days there with our bikes in his yard that turned into days where our cars littered his driveway. I saw my childhood intertwined with his and the secret time capsule we buried in the backyard with our keepsakes. We still haven’t dug it up. I see my first kiss and my first crush. I see Josie knocking on his door and politely asking for me only to then drag me out for being late for curfew. I see secrets and promises and love. But I no longer see him.

I watched us grow and change in that house. We’re eight years after that winter day and I can still feel his hands on me. They’re different now, rough and calloused from his guitar. I feel him watching me with his eyes like the ground from our mother earth, he gave me life. I feel him around me even now, in the wind and sun. I feel him in my sisters hands, hard on my shoulders. I feel him in my chest threatening to break free and tell her everything. I am sobbing. “Quiet,” I beg him in my mind. “Quiet. Please, please.” The ground is cool and is the first thing I register. There are pebbles pushing into my skin and I can only be thankful that they’re only things threatening it now. The sound around me is high pitched and far away. I think I can hear my sister crying for me to respond but I can’t make my body move to her. “I’m trying,” I try to say. I don’t think I’m talking but there’s another voice that carries with hers. Before I can make it out everything goes black.

I wake up in my bed, I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep. My fathers snoring on a chair he brought in from the living room in the hazy evening sun. I roll over and my body feels like it took the impact of an asteroid. I try to sit up but a wave of dizziness washes over me so I lay back down. When I wake up again it's the middle of the night. I roll into the warmth next to me and find my sister's body; curling into her, she wraps her arm around me.

“Don’t do that to me again,” She whispers exhaustedly.

“I’m sorry. What happened?" “The doctors said it was from stress. You hit your head too,”

I feel my head where it hurts and it stings to the touch. I suck in a breath. Great. When I sleep again I’m being chased through the woods.

I’m running through throngs of people, and past places I’ve never been. Am I being chased? I can’t tell. But it feels like it and it feels like he's gaining. I run harder. My lungs have never felt like this. It’s like being sliced with razors and pebbles bouncing off the walls. It feels like lava disintegrating my insides. I keep running. House, house, house, house, apartments, apartments, corner store, laundromat, run down law office, pizza shop, apartments, apartments. I do not know these places. How long have I been running? I don’t know. The more my body aches to stop, the more I feel him behind me. I run harder. Runners? Wave. Have an alibi. Don’t go missing. Don’t go alone. Don’t go into the woods. Don’t go on any paths. Stay in sight. Stay alive. Run on near the coast. Find Eli.

I run like this for hours and at a certain point my mind goes blank. The only thing I feel is the heat inside. Almost tripping on an uneven sidewalk, I slow and walk over to the pier to look at the ocean. Where are you? I sit on a bench and try to steady my breath. The warm morning air buzzes as the pier comes to life. I close my eyes and listen to the sounds like a heartbeat, letting the warm sun lull me. I can almost find peace here. The pain in my body eliviates as I sink into the bench. I hear young children laughing, busy streets, the pier workers setting up their shops, people walking by on early morning business calls. Someone drops something, I imagine it’s coffee, or maybe tea. I hear them grumble. I almost want to offer to trade them their troubles. I’d like to be upset over spilled milk.

I hear seagulls cawing. Opening my eyes I watch them dip and dive in an intricate dance of fish breakfasts and stolen bagels. They are chaos in the making and I want nothing more than to see one succeed. They’re bullies, the ostriches of the skies. One lands on the arm rest opposite me and stares. “I have nothing,” I say, showing my hands. It squawks and flies away, getting lost in the mess of them. A child screams alone in front of a local bakery. I look over to find her parents and see no one. As I start towards the crosswalk for the girl a man and woman step from the bakery looking panicked. I freeze instantly. The mom gives the father her purchase and scoops the child up, thankful she didn’t get far. The man puts the food in the stroller and scans the street to cross. His gaze is on me for what feels like an eternity but I’m sure it was only a fraction of a second. If he recognizes me as they pass, he shows no sign of it, nor does his wife.

A slamming car door brings me back to and I cross the road to get as far away as I can. A runner waves on the opposite side when I make it across. I stare at him for recognition but he’s wearing glasses and a cap and the distance makes it hard, but I smile and wave back. He seems friendly enough and if that man did recognize me, I would need a witness for my timeline. I run back home.

I don’t even make it through my door before my mom flings it open and pulls me into her. “Where have you been?” She’s worried. Her hair’s thrown up out of her face, sleeves rolled as if she’s going to throw hands with my captor for my safety.

“I went for a run,” “No one knew where you were,” she pulls back. “You were just gone,”

“Mom you’re the one who told me to run,” I say back in an almost laugh.

“Yes but not before the sun is even up! Do you know what time it is?” I do not know. “Just leave a note next time or take your phone with you for Christ’s sake.” I apologize and she forgives the way moms do and offers to make some breakfast while I shower.

I turn the water as hot as I can stand and then make it hotter. I wanted to burn his eyes off of me. He must not have recognized me. I think back to remember if he ever saw my face. I massage the shampoo through my hair and feel Elijah's hands running through it. The memory quickly shifts; that man is wrapping it around his hand and shoving my face into mud and leaves. I quickly rinse and open my eyes. My scalp is still sore from his assault and my fall but the long hair he had held is now gone, cut to the chin.

I did it two days after coming home in the dead of night. Quietly, washed the crusted dirt and leaves from my body and clothes as a bruise formed over my cheek where it hit a rock after I fell. Thank goodness for the power of makeup for my ability to hide my wounds. But I couldn’t hide my shaking and panic though so I faked a stomach bug and stayed in bed for three days.

Every time I try to go to the police I can hear his voice, “I will gut you,” he pushes my face into the ground. “I will kill your family,” there’s pressure against my back. The gun cocks, “No one will believe you,” and they won't. Because cops don’t kill people. He will have no repercussions. I’m crying and trying to crawl away but he just laughs and then everything goes dark. I can’t know if he saw my face after that but the forest was dark and the moon was dim. I couldn’t even see my hands in front of me so I feel secure that if he tried to know me, the earth he pressed me into would’ve at least hidden me well enough. I still feel it swirling in my mouth like a shaken snow globe of blood and dirt.

Downstairs my mom has made blueberry pancakes and I smell banana muffins in the oven. My sister sits reading at the end of the table in her favorite pink nightshirt with an old, faded Garfield on it. Classic rock buzzes softly through my ears as my mom hums along. The sun still shines through the windows in a late, hazy morning glow. I can smell the flowers on the sill outside as the bees bobble and bounce around them. My feet are cool on the wooden floor and not far from them our tabby cat lazily lays in the sun's rays, tail flicking happily. My chest rises and falls with this safety and I control my emotions enough to hug my mom from behind as she flips the eggs. She laughs lightly and I can hear her smiling. She rubs her hand over my arms and turns within my grasp to kiss my head. “I am so thankful for you,” She whispers. My breath hitches and I bury my face deeper into her. When I feel the mud threatening me I will remember this and it will bring me home, wherever I may be.

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