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writteninthestars288 · 1 month ago

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One of those days

Summary: Robby takes out his frustration on the wrong person

Pairing: Dr. Robby x OC (Alexandria Greene). Also heavily featured Dana because she’s the bomb.

*The chokehold this show and this man have on me right now needs to be studied*

“Did you give Mohan the okay to run a heavy metal panel?”

Ria turned towards the rough voice. She furrowed her eyebrows when she was Robby coming up to her, a look of frustration on his face.

“Yes I did. She presented her case and I agreed that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to check them out.”

“She is presenting clear psychiatric symptoms.”

“Maybe but they can also be symptoms of high mercury levels. Something I know Mohan presented to you before being dismissed. What is so wrong about having it checked out?”

“What is wrong is I gave Dr. Mohan clear instructions and instead of following them, she went behind my back to you who then undermined me.”

Ria looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief. She could feel people watching them but neither doctor cared at this moment.

“Undermined you?” Robby nodded making Ria scoff. “You know, I know today is hard for you but you don’t get to sit here and take it out on me.”

She saw the way his jaw clenched but she didn’t care. He had been on edge with everyone all day, it getting worse as the morning went on.

“This isn’t about me.” Typical. “This is about you going behind my back.”

“Robby it-.”

“I gave Dr. Mohan an order and instead of following it, she came to you. You had no right to undermine my orders. You are a resident and I am the attending.”

He hadn’t meant to say it. The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even think about it.

His heart sank when he saw the look in her eyes. The way her jaw clenched and the small step she took back to give herself some space.

“So that’s all I am then? A resident?”

The hurt in her voice was enough to sober Robby up completely.

“I didn’t-.”

Ria held her hand up to cut him off. “Understood, Dr. Robinavitch. It won’t happen again.”

Hearing his name was a punch to the gut. He was never Dr. Robinavitch to her. Always Robby when they were at work, Mikey saved for the private moments they shared, but never Dr. Robinavitch.

“Ria-“ that’s all he got out before the young brunette in front of him sauntered away towards the central bay in the ER. Robby let out a silent groan and closed his eyes. This was not what he intended to have happen.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes. Looking around, he saw Dana watching from the nurses station. The look she was giving him told him everything.

“Don’t.” Dana gave a humorless laugh and threw her hands up in surrender.

“I didn’t say anything. You said enough all on your own.”

Robby clenched his jaw and took a step, presumably to follow the young doctor he had just successfully pissed off but Dana stopped him.

“I wouldn’t unless you want everyone in here to see you get stabbed with a syringe.”

“I didn’t mean it.” He muttered, walking towards the nursing station. Leaning his elbows on the counter he brought his fingers up to rub his tired eyes.

“Yea well you can’t really take it back now. If I were you, I’d give her space and focus. Gloria catches wind of this and it’ll be just another item on her list.”

Robby let out long sigh but nodded none the less. Dana was right. Right now he needed to focus.

“You’re right.”

“I do love hearing that sentence come from you.” She smiled wide.

“Don’t get used to it.”

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“Are you okay?” She heard a soft whisper coming from her right side. Turning, she saw Dr. Mohan standing to her left. Alexandria, or Ria as most people called her, just gave a curt nod.

“Fine. Why?” Mohan gave her a look as she stepped closer to where Ria was updating her charts. Ria watched as the woman looked around, presumably to see if a certain cranky senior attending was listening.

“Santos said Robby gave you shit for giving me the okay to order that heavy metal panel.”

The young doctor clenched her jaw. Santos and her big mouth were gonna be the death of her.

“It’s fine, nothing I can’t handle. Besides it ended up being necessary right?” The last thing she needed was for the panel to come back completely clear. It would only fuel Robby’s anger on the matter.

“Yea her mercury levels were through the roof. Remind me to never buy face lotion from overseas without checking every single ingredient.”

Ria gave a small smile and nodded in agreement.

“See? If all it cost us was Robby throwing his dick around because he’s having a bad day and didn’t have a say in it, then I call that a success.”

Samira just gave her a small smile before walking off. Ria let out a sigh as she continued charting, but she couldn’t help but let her mind wander.

She knew what today was. She knew the stress Gloria was bringing down on him. But that didn’t mean she was going to allow him to take it out on her or any of the other residents.

All day she had seen small instances of him cracking. Poor Whittaker looked like he was going to vomit when he was caught eating over Robby’s desk. She was thankful that after their spat, she had been incredibly busy.

Every time she’d see Robby make his way towards her, she got pulled in with another patient. It was like someone above was looking out for her. And this time was no different.

Feeling eyes on her, she glanced up, seeing familiar brown eyes set on her. She only spared him a quick glance before looking back down at her work.

“You gonna let him apologize?”

Turning to the spot where Samira just occupied, she saw Dana had taken her spot. She risked another quick glance and saw Robby was starting to make his way towards the pair.

Ria cleared her throat. “Not unless he admits he’s being an ass today.”

Dana laughed and gave the young doctor an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder. “I think we both know we have a better chance at clearing the waiting room before that happens.”

Ria let out a small giggle just as Robby got to them. He tried to seem casual, sliding his hands into his hoodie pockets but Ria could see the tension lines around his eyes.

He shot her a small smile and she wanted to curse. She knew he knew his smile got her most times.

“Dr. Greene can I see-.”

“Dr. Greene!” All three heads turned to see Perlah waving for Ria. “We need your help in trauma 4. Finger reattachment.”

Ria nodded, grateful for yet another get away. She wasn’t really ready to listen to what he had to say, still upset at being made to feel like she was merely just a resident doctor who wasn’t trusted to call big shots without his consent first.

“Excuse me, Doctor.”

Dana bit her lip to suppress a laugh as Ria scooted past Robby and made her way down the hall.

“Did you really think a smile would work?”

“It usually does.”

Dana scoffed and shook her head. “Men. You really are all the same.”

“What does that mean?” He asked as they started walking the floor.

“It means that you guys expect us woman to give in too easily.”

“I didn’t mean-.”

“Mean to what? Pull rank on a very capable doctor who made a call that ultimately could have saved a patient's life? Not just a doctor might I add but your girlfriend.” Dana lowered her voice for the last part. Only a few select people knew that they were together.

He hated when Dana was right. “I want to apologize. I just need a few minutes without us being called. Would you uh, be willing to help me with that?”

Dana gave him a comforting smile. She loved Robby like a brother and knew how much Ria meant to him. Plus, if she could help Robby make up for his mistake, he’d owe her one and soon it would be time again to go and give The Kraken his meds.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

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“Alright Mr. Gibbons you are all set.” Ria pulled back away from the bloody appendage after successfully reattaching the man’s right middle finger. “Dr. Javardi here is going to get you set up with an appointment to follow up with Ortho. For pain, I would stick to Tylenol and make sure the incisions do not get wet for at least the end of the week.”

The older man nodded. “Thank you so much Doctor. You have been great.”

“It was my pleasure. Next time that lawn mower gives you trouble, make sure the power is off.” She gave him a cheeky smile making the older man chuckle and nod. She gave him another wave before stepping back out into the chaos.

“Ria?”

Ria looked behind her to see Dana once again.

“There is a patient in central who is being a pain in the ass. Seems like he may be having a mental health episode but nobody can get him to calm down enough to triage. Could you go work your magic?”

“Sure. Anything I need to know?”

Dana shook her head as the pair made their way over. “Just that he’s been quite difficult. Mood swings out the ass. He’s making Myrna look like a saint.”

Ria’s eyes widened as the pair came to a stop infront of the room.

“I’ll be right out here if you need me.”

Ria nodded before heading in.

“Hello my name is-.” Ria cut herself off as she pulled the curtain back. She didn’t know who she was expecting but she knew for sure she hadn’t been expecting to see Robby laying in the patient’s bed. “What the fuck?”

“Oh doctor thank god you’re here.” Robby threw his arm across his forehead dramatically. Ria had to stop herself from laughing, thankfully her confusion was still present enough to block out any humor she found in this.

“What are you doing?”

Robby jumped down from the bed, rounding the front so he was a few feet in front of her. “Can we talk?”

“Talk? Gloria is on your ass about patient satisfaction and time spent with patients and we’re taking up a room, giving her more ammo towards you.”

“I can handle whatever shit Gloria throws my way.”

“I don’t think now is a good time, Doc-.”

“Ria please.” Ria heard the tension in his voice and saw it in his shoulders. “Just let me do this. And if after you decide you’re still upset with me, then so be it but please, just let me talk.”

It was silent between the pair. Robby wasn’t one to initiate talks like this. Ria knew better than anyone he had a tendency to try and shove these kinds of talks under the rug. He had gotten better about them since the two got together but it was still a work in progress.

Seeing the effort he was making, she decided her pettiness could be put on the back burner for now. She just gave a small nod, one Robby reciprocated before continuing. “What I said earlier was completely out of line. You were right in calling for the labs. I should have listened to Mohan. I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t just that. Do you understand how you made me feel? To be dismissed as just another resident?” For the first time today, she let the weight of his words from earlier hit her. Her eyes stung slightly and her throat started to feel tighter.

Robby’s eyes softened as he looked at her. He really had done a number.

“I don’t expect special treatment because of our relationship but I do expect to be treated as the doctor I am. To not have my decisions ridiculed in front of everyone in the department just because you wanted the case closed to appease the fucking people upstairs.”

“You’re right.” Robby took a step towards her, happy when she stayed put and didn’t move away. Taking a chance, he reached down and grabbed both her hands in his. “I uh, I haven’t been in good form today. I’ve been short, stressed, and near sighted.”

Ria tried to hide the look of shock on her face. Robby wasn’t one to admit to his feelings that fast. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something?”

Robby chuckled and shook his head, rubbing smalls circles on her hands with his thumbs. “No, just realizing that my own issues are getting in the way of something much more important.”

Ria sighed and squeezed his hands. “I know today is hard. I know what he meant to you. It’s okay to not be okay, Mikey.”

Mikey. Just hearing that made Robby let out a long breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding in. Mikey meant they were gonna be okay.

“But,” Ria started, “that doesn’t give you a free pass to take that out on anyone else. Especially the interns. Whittaker looked like he wanted to change professions after you caught him eating at your desk.”

“He was getting crumbs-.” The look Ria gave him made him stop talking and just nod. “I will try and make sure I keep my emotions more in check.”

“Thank you. You keep saying this is a teaching hospital. But, the more you ride them, the more their confidence is going to dwindle.”

Robby just nodded before pulling Ria against him in a hug. One arm went around her shoulders while the other tucked her head against his chest.

“You’re really bending all your rules today aren’t you? First you talk about your feelings appropriately and now this?” Ria had a small, teasing smile on her lips. The pair refrained from any sort of PDA while on the job. One, because not many people knew they were together and they wanted to keep it that way, and two, they were at work and wanted to remain as professional as possible.

“Today is just one of those days I guess.” Ria let out a small giggle and snuggled in closer, breathing in his scent. Robby ran a hand down her ponytail, tugging slightly so she’d move her head to look up at him.

Brown eyes connected with blue. The hand that was in her hair came to rest on her cheek. Robby bent down and placed a small kiss on her forehead, lips moving down until they were millimeters from Ria’s.

“I’m sorry.” It was soft, something meant for just her right now. He’d apologize to the students and other residents at some point but right now, Ria was all that mattered. He needed her to be able to get through this day.

“Thank you” was all she was able to say before Robby pressed their lips together. Ria let out a small sigh, moving her hands from where they had been resting Robby’s back to rest on his chest. Her fingers curled into his hoodie just as Robby pulled back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Does that earn me a good patient satisfaction score?”

Robby laughed and gave her another peck before pulling back completely. He needed to put some space between them before things got out of hand. They were still at work after all.

“Well you didn’t sit by my bedside, but I still felt personally connected.” Ria giggled but lost the chance to respond as the door to the room opened and Dana’s voice rang out.

“Okay lovebirds, times up. We’ve got an incoming hit and run victim coming in. ETA three minutes. Robby, Kraken is due.”

Robby groaned as Ria looked up at him.

“Kraken? Since when do you give him his meds?”

Robby sighed and ran a hand over his very tired face. “Since I mistakenly made a deal with Dana. Can you uh, can you handle that trauma until I get back?”

Ria smiled and nodded. Robby gave her a small nod in response, pressing another quick kiss to her forehead before heading off with Dana.

“You guys okay now?” Dana asked as they made their way over to Kraken’s room. Robby nodded, feeling like at least one of the weights he was baring was off his chest.

“We’re okay. Thanks again for your help. What did you end up saying to her to get her to come over?”

“Told her we had what appeared to be a psych patient who was losing his mind and we needed her to work her magic to calm him down.”

She laughed as Robby just stared at her. “Hey, you said to make it seem real.”

Robby just glared at her as the team got ready to go in and administer the medication. A flash of brown caught his attention. Turning, he saw another team, this one headed by Ria running over to the double doors as their hit and run victim came in.

Robby listened as Ria started shouting orders as they wheeled the patient into trauma one. Their eyes briefly connected, Ria throwing the tiniest, but still noticeable smile his way before the doors closed.

Robby let out a content sigh as he put on his gown and gloves while Dana started giving everyone their jobs. They were gonna be okay.

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jazziejax · 1 month ago

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𝐍𝐨.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Kadeem ‘Unique’ Mathis x Black!OC

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Sometimes, having too much heart could be the death of you. It’s the main reason Mo acted the way she did, the answer was always no if it was t in her best interest. But for some reason, when trouble was dragged into her home, saying no was harder than ever.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - use of the n-word, mentions of violence, injury, language, mild angst, and a character struggling with head trauma-induced mood swings.

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - this was more for me than anyone else, idk if yall get done with Joey over here like that. UNEDITED, sorry for any grammar mistakes and spelling errors. Hope you guys enjoy!!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 6, 055+

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨,

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐚, 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑

The orange streetlights outside cast long shadows over the brownstone’s stoop as Early sighed, tapping his fingers against his watch leaned against the side of his car. This was the third huff of breath he let out, becoming another as his eyes flickered around him, taking in the sound of the never sleeping city.

He looked up at the sound of the door unlocking, watching as his cousin emerged from the inside. She stood in the dim glow of the moonlight and the street lamps, coming out in an oversized Knicks T-shirt, her hair wrapped up in a silk scarf with rollers and Teddy bear slippers. Her fine was sure of hunched, her arms folded to offer herself some sort of beat so she wasn’t shivering in the cold.

She walked down her steps, a scowl on her face e at the sight of her shady and lowdown ass cousin.

They didn’t exchange any words she when stood before him, she just started at his tired face with her usual glare. She then aggressively shrugged at him, urging the man to bring up what this entire impromptu meeting at 2:30am was about. Early just sighed before leaning off of the truck and moving from in front of the door. She blinked at him before her eyes glanced into the window be no longer blocked. Her eyes landed on an unconscious man in his passenger seat.

Her deep brown eyes flickered from Early to the broken man beside him, and instantly, her expression soured more than before.

“No.”

Her tone was flat as she shrugged her shoulders with crossed her arms.

Early sighed. “Mo, c’mon.”

“No.” She repeated, firmer this time. “You know what time it is, Early? And you got the nerve to be knocking on my door with—” She gestured at man. “—this?Whatever this is, I ain’t interested.”

Early rubbed his forehead. “Look, I just need you to let him crash for a few days.”

Mo’nique cocked her head at him, a deep scowl on her face. “And why the hell would I do that?”

“‘Cause I ain’t got time to be playin’ caretaker.” Early said, exasperated. “You got a good heart. And a nursing license.”

Mo’nique scoffed. “You must think I’m stupid or some, nigga? What the hell did you bring to my doorstep, Earl?”

Early scratched his chin, looking anywhere but at her. “A favor, Mo. I did what I had to do, but I ain’t got time to be playin’ caretaker. I just need you to keep an eye on him ‘til he back on his feet.” He said. But Mo’s face didn’t change, she just started at the man, blinking once. Early hesitated, closing his eye and letting out a brief sigh before he then tried a different approach. “He ain’t got nobody else right now, Mo.” He said, staring at the younger woman with a slight solemn look. “He’s a good brotha in a bad situation.” He said.

She exhaled deeply, her gaze shifting back to Unique. He hadn’t said a word, leaned against the window, and he could see his labored breathing from where she stood. Her face was hardened into a frown as she looked back at her cousin, giving the man a duty look up and down. Finally, Mo’nique stepped aside. “Get him inside before my neighbors start asking questions.” She mumbled. Early let out a small sight at that, being his head in a quick prayer and a gesture of gratitude to the woman before him. He didn’t waste time. He guided Unique through the door, helping him onto the couch. Unique sank into it with a quiet wince, eyes closing for a moment.

She didn’t even linger to help Earky get the man out of the car, just turned on her heel to hold the door open for the men. She stood about ten feet away from the truck, watching as her cousin helped Unique out of the car. He was barely able to stand, leaning heavily against the door once he was up, his breathing ragged.

Early held the man up with a sigh, glancing down at him. “Man, you better not bleed on this lady couch. She’ll kill you ‘fore whatever did this to you finish the job. He strained out. Unique didn’t respond, just blinked sluggishly, his breath shallow.

Once he was closer, Mo’nique could see the quick stitch work on his face was holding, but he still looked like hell—bruises swelling, his jacket damp with blood that hadn’t fully dried, even though it looked like he changed. “What’s his name?” She asked as they stumbled up her steps, arms crossed. “They paused briefly in front of her, her cousin blinking at her before he answered.

“Unique.” He said, but there was a grumble of the same name from the man that held him. Early glanced at the beaten brotha in his arms, shaking his head subtly. Mo’nique just hummed. “Right.” She said before letting out a small sigh, not even questioning the weird name of the entirely odd situation.

Earl guided Unique through the door, helping him onto the couch. Unique sank into it with plush but old sofa with a quiet wince, eyes closed.

Mo’nique eased her way over to stand above him, arms still crossed. She furrowed her brows, looking at his face in the new lighting of her table side lamps. She slight winced. “You need to go to a hospital.”

Unique let out a soft groan and shook his head slowly. “Can’t.” His voice was rough, barely above a whisper. Mo’nique blinked down at the man before her eyes drifted to her cousin. “You owe me, nigga. Big time.” She said, looking him up and down. Earl sighed. “I’ll get you your money when he’s able to give me mine.” He said, gesturing over to Unique.

“Nah, you’ll get me what I ask you to get me, when I ask.” She stated firmly. Early let out a sharp sigh, becoming pissed off with the woman but trying not to show it. “Aight, Mo, damn.” He said, scoffing softly at her. Mo’nique exhaled sharply before her gaze drifted back over to the man on her couch, eyes scanning Unique from head to toe. She was no fool. She’d seen hurt men before—neighbors, old boyfriends, folks who got caught up in things they shouldn’t have. And a man like him? The kind that avoided hospitals? That meant trouble.

And just let it walk on through her home and onto her couch.

She shifted her weight, glancing back over at her cousin. “How long?”

“Uh, a couple days.” Early gave her a tight smile with a meek shrug.

Mo’nique narrowed her eyes. “That’s what you say.” She scoffed.

Unique, still barely upright, lifted a shaky hand. “Just need a place to lay low.” He muttered in a barely audible and scratchy voice. Mo’nique wasn’t to sure if he could hear everything they were saying or not, but there were money where he genuinely look knifed out, so maybe they were fading in and out to him.

Mo’nique studied the tattered man for a beat longer, then sighed, stepping aside. “Fine. But if he dies in here, that’s on you, Early.”

Early clapped his hands together at that. “Aight, well… my job here is done.” He said with a small sigh.

Mo’nique shot him a glare. “You better get me my money for this, Early.”She warned again, only to get waved off by the older man. “Yeah, yeah. You two play nice.” He said.

Early grinned, patting Unique on the shoulder before turning back to walk to the front door. “You’ll be good, Nique. Mo’nique here got a soft spot for helpless things.” He said before letting out a small laugh.

Mo’nique shot him a glare. “Nigga, get the fuck outta my house.” She said as she waked behind him to the front door. She shut and locked the door behind him, engulfing the house in its usual silence that Mo’Nique enjoyed. She let out a tried sigh before moving back over to her living room.

Mo’nique studied him for a beat. Then, without another word, she disappeared into the bathroom off side of the living room hall. When she returned, she had a first-aid kit in one hand and a damp washcloth in the other.

She didn’t waste time. She had work in a few hours, and she wanted to get at least a little more sleep before her alarm went off.

Settling onto the edge of the couch, she pressed the warm cloth against his skin, gently wiping away the dried blood and grime. Unique barely stirred, his breathing slow and heavy. He was out cold, but every now and then, his eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused. He didn’t say anything, just blinked sluggishly before his lids drooped shut again.

Mo’nique didn’t bother speaking either. There was no need. She just worked in silence, making quick, light passes over his face—no harsh scrubbing, no stinging antiseptics. She wasn’t trying to wake him up, just clean him up enough so he didn’t bleed all over her couch.

Once she was satisfied, she dabbed a little ointment over the worst of the swelling. He barely reacted. His body was too drained to flinch.

With a small sigh, she tossed the cloth aside and snapped the first-aid kit shut. She leaned back, arms crossing as she studied him one last time. He looked bad, but he’d live.

And that was all she needed to know.

Standing up, she stretched her arms above her head, letting out a quiet yawn. “I don’t know what the hell I just got myself into.” She muttered under her breath as she grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and using it to cover him as best as she could. She then glanced at him one last time before turning away.

With that, Mo’nique shut off the living room light and headed back to bed for a few good hours of sleep before 8:00am.

But that sleep didn’t last as long as she wanted it to.

The apartment was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old brownstone settling in the night. Mo’nique stirred, eyes blinking open to the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through her bedroom window. It wasn’t unusual for her to wake up at odd hours—sometimes it was just her body’s way of reminding her she needed water, other times, it was the silence itself that roused her. She glanced over at her clock, seeing 4:07am beaming at her with its red light.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, slipping her feet into her teddy bear house slippers before she made her way toward the kitchen. But as she stepped into the hallway, she heard it—a rough, labored cough from the living room.

Mo’nique paused, listening. Another cough, deeper this time, followed by the faint sound of shifting fabric, like someone struggling to move. The sound did scare her briefly before she remembered that she was now harboring a beaten man. Her lips pressed together, and she sighed, turning toward the living room instead.

Unique was still on the couch, but he looked worse than when she left him. His breathing was shallow, his head turned slightly toward the armrest, sweat dampening his forehead. His body was tense, as if even in sleep, he couldn’t find rest.

Then he coughed again, barely lifting a shaky hand to cover it.

Mo’nique frowned, shaking her head as she turned back toward the kitchen. If this fool didn’t want to go to a hospital, the least he could do was drink some damn water. She thought. She grabbed a glass, filled it, then hesitated before reaching for a straw. He was barely holding himself up earlier, and she had a feeling it wasn’t any better now.

When she returned to the couch, Unique’s eyes were half-open but unfocused, staring at nothing. He wasn’t fully there, lost somewhere between exhaustion and fever.

Mo’nique crouched beside him, setting the glass on the coffee table. “Hey,” She called softly. “You awake?”

Unique didn’t respond at first, just shifted slightly with a wince. Then, his lips parted, voice hoarse and slurred. “…Ronnie…”

Mo’nique stilled. Then she blinked in confusion.

Ronnie?

She didn’t know the name, but there was something in the way he said it—something dark, something raw.

Unique shifted again, a faint grimace crossing his features. “When I get to him…” he muttered in a threatening tone, but his voice was barely above a breath. “When I—”

His words faded into another cough, and Mo’nique sighed, grabbing the glass.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” She murmured, slipping a hand under his shoulder. “You need to drink somethin’ before you choke on your own damn thoughts.”

Unique barely reacted as she helped lift him just enough to bring the straw to his lips. At first, he didn’t drink, and she was about to scold him for being difficult in his sleep. But then he took a slow sip, then another, his body trembling from the effort.

Mo’nique held the glass steady, pausing when his breathing hitched like it hurt just to swallow. “Take it slow.” She muttered. “Ain’t no need to rush.” She said softly, watching as he drank the water helplessly. She then felt the weight of him sag against her slightly, like he was too tired to hold himself up any longer.

After a few more sips, he pulled away, mumbling something under his breath.

Mo’nique furrowed her brows before she leaned in. “What?” She asked.

Unique’s eyelids fluttered, his voice even weaker than before. “…Shouldn’t be here.”

Mo’nique exhaled through her nose, lowering him back onto the couch. “Yeah, well. Neither should I.” She sighed.

She placed the glass back on the table and grabbed the small towel she’d left nearby earlier, dabbing the sweat from his forehead. He barely reacted, already drifting again, his face still tense even in sleep. Whatever happened to him—whatever this Ronnie did—it wasn’t just his body that took the hit.

Mo’nique sat there for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall in shallow breaths. Then she sighed, stood up, and pulled the blanket higher over him.

“Get some rest.” She muttered, more to herself than him. “You’re gonna need it.”

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The soft hum of Mary J. Blige’s “Love No Limit” played from the radio on Mo’nique’s dresser as she swayed her hips lightly, lint rolling her scrubs. Mornings in her home were hers alone—quiet, routine, familiar.

She had woken up before sunrise, her body trained to start the day early after years of working long shifts as a home nurse, not matter how much sleep she was running off of. She showered first, letting the steam ease the stiffness in her muscles, then wrapped her towel tightly as she moved through the house, making her usual rounds—checking her mail, pulling out an outfit, and applying a fresh coat of cocoa butter to her skin.

Now, dressed in navy-blue scrubs with a baby’s blue thermal under shirt, Mo’nique stood at her vanity, smoothing her baby hairs with a toothbrush dipped in pomade. Gold earrings, check. Brown lip liner, check. A final spritz of White Diamonds perfume? Check.

She gave herself one last glance in the mirror before heading to the kitchen with her nurses bad in her hand. But before she could reach for her coffee mug, she glanced toward the living room.

Right. Him.

She made her way over, peering down at Unique where he was still sprawled on the couch. He hadn’t moved much since last night—his face was still bruised, his breathing still shallow, but at least he was still breathing. His forehead wasn’t as damp as before, but she wasn’t taking chances. If this man was gonna lay up in my house, I ain’t about to let him die in it. She thought.

Quietly, she stepped away and grabbed a bottle of Tylenol from the cabinet, along with a couple of water bottles and a sleeve of saltine crackers. Setting them on the coffee table beside him, she huffed.

“Don’t say I never did nothin’ for you,” She muttered before disappearing into her bathroom to grab the small trash can, just in case he needed it.

She glanced around the room, thinking. If he woke up confused, he’d need to know where things were.

Crossing her arms, she spoke, not even checking to see if he was actually listening. “Bathroom’s down the hall.” She said, nodding in that direction. “If you gotta throw up or whatever, I’d rather you do it there than on my damn couch but I brought the trash just in case.”

She moved her hand toward the kitchen. “If you need something else to eat, the kitchen’s right there. Ain’t much, but it’ll hold you over.”

Then, after a pause, she exhaled. “And if you need some clothes—” She hesitated, before rolling her eyes at herself as she scratched her forehead. “Bottom drawer in my room. Some of my ex’s shit still there. Ain’t nobody comin’ back for it, so you might as well.” She shrugged.

Unique didn’t respond, but Mo’nique didn’t expect him to. She eyed him for a moment longer before smoothing out her scrub shirt and grabbing her purse.

“Alright, I’m out.” She said, mostly to herself.

She turned toward the door, but before she stepped out, she glanced back one last time. Unique still hadn’t moved, but there was something about the way his fingers twitched slightly, the way his chest rose just a little more than before.

Mo’nique shook her head, muttering under her breath as she grabbed her keys.

“Don’t die in my house.”

And with that, she was gone.

The sound of the front door clicking shut barely registered in Unique’s mind. He wasn’t fully awake—not really. His body felt heavy, weighed down by pain and exhaustion, and even though the apartment had settled into silence, his head was still loud.

Ronnie.

His name stuck to the inside of his skull like gum on pavement, the memories flashing in and out of his mind. The weight of his brother on top of him, the sharp crack of fists colliding with his ribs, the copper taste of blood in his mouth.

Unique gritted his teeth, shifting slightly, but the sharp pain in his side had him hissing through clenched teeth. Shit.

For a few minutes—or maybe longer, he wasn’t sure—he just laid there, trying to steady his breathing. He could still smell the faint scent of Mo’nique’s perfume in the air, mixed with something warm, something homey. Cinnamon and Cocoa butter.

He cracked his eyes open just enough to see the living room bathed in soft morning light. His gaze landed on the coffee table—a bottle of water, some Tylenol, crackers. As well as the television remote.

He swallowed, his throat dry as hell. Had she left that for him?

With slow, careful movements, Unique forced himself up just enough to reach for the water. Even that small effort felt like hell. His arms were weak, his ribs screaming in protest, but he managed to unscrew the cap and take a sip.

The water was cold, running down his throat like relief itself.

He sat there for a moment, staring at nothing, before reaching for the Tylenol. It took more effort than he wanted to admit to shake out two pills, but eventually, he got them down with another sip of water.

Leaning back against the couch, he exhaled, his body still aching but his mind slowly sharpening.

Mo’nique. Her face was sort of blurred in his mind, nothing but brown skin and her lingering scent the only thing he cold decipher at the moment. She didn’t talk much, a woman of few words, but she wasn’t dumb because she didn’t ask any questions. She knew he wasn’t just some random man her cousin dumped on her doorstep. And yet—she ain’t ask no questions.

He frowned slightly and couldn’t help but ask his leg why.

Most people would’ve been running their mouths, pressing him about what happened, trying to figure out who he was, what he did. But she just took care of him, gave him space. Left him with what he needed.

Unique glanced toward the hallway next to the TV. He could hear her voice in his head, that slight edge of attitude as she pointed out where everything was.“Bathroom’s down the hall… Kitchen’s right there… If you need some clothes—bottom drawer in my room.” Unique clenched his jaw, considering. He did have to piss.

Slowly, carefully, he pushed himself up. His body protested the whole way. His ribs felt like they were wrapped in barbed wire, tight and unforgiving, but he gritted his teeth and swung his legs off the couch. His feet hit the floor, the coolness of the hardwood grounding him for a moment. Every movement sent sharp pains through his body, his stomach twisting in discomfort, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand.

He exhaled slowly, steadying himself. The apartment was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside. Empty in a way he wasn’t used to. No buzzing street corners, no boys posted up, no threats lingering in the air. Just the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance, the soft hum of an old fridge. Sunlight filtered in through the blinds, casting long slants of gold across the floor.

For a brief second, he considered just staying put. Letting sleep pull him back under. But his body had other needs, and he wasn’t about to piss himself on Mo’nique’s couch.

With slow, deliberate movements, he pushed up from the cushions, gripping the arm of the couch as his legs adjusted beneath him. The room tilted slightly, his vision swimming for a moment before he found his balance. His side throbbed something fierce, but he ignored it, dragging himself toward the hallway.

Damn. This shit had him weaker than he thought.

After steadying himself, he made his way to the bathroom. The door she’d pointed to was slightly ajar. He nudged it open, stepping inside and bracing himself against the sink before dozing his best to relive himself in the toilet.

Afterwards, she turned back to the sink. He washed his hands before splashed cold water onto his face, wincing as the liquid met the cuts and bruises along his cheekbone. It stung, but it woke him up a little more, gave him something to focus on besides the dull roar of pain. He avoided looking at his reflection too long—he knew he looked like hell.

Making his way back to the living room, Unique eased himself down onto the couch, his body already demanding more rest.

He exhaled, his mind still circling the same thought over and over.

Ronnie.

What he was gonna do when he got to him.

His fingers curled into a loose fist, but exhaustion pulled at him before he could think too hard.

Eventually, his eyes slid shut again.

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The elevator in the old Harlem apartment building was out again, which meant Mo’nique had to take the stairs. Five flights.

She huffed, adjusting the strap of her leather tote on her shoulder as she climbed. She had done this every weekday for the past two years, but that didn’t make it any less of a pain.

By the time she reached Apartment 5C, she took a quick breath to steady herself before knocking.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open.

“’Bout time,” Mr. James grumbled, leaning on his cane. “You gettin’ slower or these stairs gettin’ steeper?” He asked with an amused grin.

Mo’nique smirked. “I’d say both.” She said with a small huff.

The old man stepped aside, letting her in.

The apartment smelled like mothballs and Sunday dinner, mixed with the sounds of jazz records. The scent of simmering greens mixed with something sweet—probably Miss Doretha’s peach cobbler cooling on the counter. The couple had been married for 62 years, and even though they bickered nonstop, they still moved like two halves of the same soul.

“Doretha in the kitchen?” Mo’nique asked as she set her bag down.

“Where else would she be?” Mr. James muttered, moving to sit in his recliner. “Woman ain’t let me cook in 30 years.” He grumbled with his eyes trained on the television.

Mo’nique laughed, but as she glanced at him, she took note of the way he lowered himself into the chair. Slower than last week. More stiff.

“You takin’ them arthritis pills like I told you?” she asked with a quirked brow, already knowing the answer. Mr. James waved her off. “Them damn pills make me drowsy. I got things to do.” He huffed, only glancing at her before his eyes went back to ‘Good Times’.

“Like what?” Mo’nique asked, placing her hands in her hips.

“Like mindin’ my business.” He said.

Mo’nique rolled her eyes with a scoff, but she let it slide—for now. She had more pressing things to handle. “You is trouble, James.” She said with a small smile, giving him a faux reprimanding finger before turning away. She stepped into the kitchen, where Miss Doretha stood at the stove, stirring a pot of greens.

“Morning, sweetheart.” The older woman greeted, smiling warmly.

“Morning, Miss Doretha. Smells good in here.” Mo’nique said, inhaling deeply.

“Well, I gotta keep this man fed, or else he start actin’ up.” She replied in a moaning tired tone, tilting her head toward the living room as she rolled her eyes. All a roux about the man she loved deeply.

Mo’nique chuckled. “Yeah, I noticed.” She said before shitting her work bag down in the kitchen table. She grabbed a pair of gloves from her tote and got to work, first checking Miss Doretha’s blood pressure—steady, thank God. Then her blood sugar—a little high, but nothing too alarming.

“You eatin’ too many sweets?” Mo’nique asked knowingly, looking at the woman.

Doretha scoffed. “Just a little taste of cobbler last night.” She waved off.

“Uh-huh.” Mo’nique arched a brow. “And what about the night before?” She asked with a small tilt of her head.

The older woman smiled sheepishly. “Just a little taste then, too.”

“Yeah, that what I thought.” The nurse muttered. Mo’nique shook her head, but she couldn’t be mad. A little joy went a long way at their age.

After finishing up with Doretha, she went back to check on James—gently massaging his stiff joints, stretching his legs, making sure his blood pressure wasn’t creeping up again.

“You know, you keep skippin’ them pills, you gonna be walkin’ with two canes soon.” She warned.

Mr. James grumbled, but he didn’t argue.

After a few bite hours of care, a fresh round of bickering between the couple, and Miss Doretha forcing Mo’nique to take a plate of food to go, she finally packed up her things.

As she slipped on her coat, Miss Delores gave her a knowing look. “You alright, baby?” She asked, her brows furrowed softly as she looked at the woman.

Mo’nique blinked. “Yeah, why?” She asked.

“You seem a little… preoccupied.”

Mo’nique hesitated for a split second, a quick thought of the man laid up on her couch at this moment.

“Nah, I’m good.” She said, brushing it off. “Just a long morning.” She said softly.

Doretha studied her for a moment before nodding.

“Well, whatever it is, don’t let it worry you too much,” She said, patting Mo’nique’s hand. “You young. Got your whole life ahead of you.” She reassured. Mo’nique smiled, squeezing the older woman’s hand in return. “Thank you, Miss Doretha.” She sighed.

“And you need to be having some babies round here.” James chimed in from his chair in the living room. That caused Mo’nique’s smile to drop as she threw her head back with a sigh, although she was a bit amused, while Doretha turned ti the man with a frown. “James!”

“I’m not playing.” James said.

“Okay! Thank you, Mr.James!” Mo’nique cut in before the couple could start arguing. “I’ll see y’all tomorrow.” And with that, she headed out, the scent of peach cobbler following her down the hall, as well as the faint sound of the couple bickering.

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Mo’nique was sort of exhausted.

The winter chill clung to her skin as she made her way up the steps of her home, her tote bag heavier than it had been this morning. It had been a long day, filled with stubborn elders, last-minute pharmacy runs, and more stairs than she cared to count.

She let out a deep sigh as she unlocked the door, already looking forward to a hot shower and a quiet evening—except she had company.

When Mo’nique got back home, the apartment was dim, the only light coming from the TV flickering across the living room. She dropped her keys onto the counter that divided her small dining room from the view of the front door, kicking off her shoes. Her body was strained from such a long shift. She hadn’t expected much—maybe Unique would still be asleep, maybe he’d left, maybe he had gone through the food she left him.

But instead, she found him sitting on the couch, awake.

He wasn’t watching TV, though. Just sitting there, legs stretched out, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh. His face was still banged up, but at least he looked a little more like himself. More alert.

He turned his head as she walked in, his sharp eyes dragging over her. Assessing. She wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but she let him look. The aroma of baked chicken, rice, collard greens, and cornbread still clung to the takeout container she carried, the scent making her stomach tighten.

“Miss Doretha over-packed the plate again.” She muttered as she moved to the kitchen to set it down on the counter. “Swear she be actin’ like I got kids to feed or some.” She said. She wasn’t expecting a response, but Unique let out a low huff—maybe not quite a laugh, but the closest thing to one she’d heard from him yet.

“You hungry?” She asked, glancing over at him from the kitchen, which they could see each other from.

He hesitated for half a second before giving a small nod. Mo’nique didn’t make a big deal out of it. She just grabbed two plates, splitting the food between them, making sure there was a little bit of everything on each plate. She poured him a glass of water, too, then carried everything over to the couch.

“Here.” She handed him his plate first, setting the water on the coffee table before settling beside him with her own food, eyes in the TV.

Unique shifted, adjusting his grip on the plate, but the second he tried to lift his fork, his hand shook. It wasn’t much—just a tremor—but it was enough to make the rice slip right off his fork before he could get it to his mouth.

He clenched his jaw, tried again. Same result.

Mo’nique watched him struggle for a few moments before exhaling softly. She set her own plate aside, reaching over without a word. She scooped up a bite of food, bringing it toward him. Unique’s brows furrowed slightly, but he didn’t argue at first. He let her feed him, eyes trained on her face, jaw clenching every now and then, but he took the food without complaint.

Until he didn’t.

The next time she lifted the fork, his hand shot up, smacking it away. Not hard, but enough to make the food drop back onto the plate.

“Nah.” He snapped, voice low and tight. “Ain’t no damn baby.”

Mo’nique paused, leveling him with a look. Unique was breathing hard, nostrils flared, anger flickering behind his eyes. She could see it, see the way it bubbled up from nowhere, hot and fast. Head trauma would do that—shortened fuse, paranoia and anxiety, emotions running wild before he could stop them.

But she wasn’t the one.

She leaned back slightly, taking the plate from his lap and setting it in the table in front of them before folding her arms. “And I ain’t got time for no attitude.” She said, voice cool. “You was obviously struggling because you were beat to fucking hell and back, what, a day ago? I was just trynna help you out. But I don’t have to do a damn thing. And I damn sure won’t take you talking time be any type of way.” She said, her tone not even ending in anger as she simply started at the man. “So, you hungry or not?” She asked, tilting her head towards the plate on the table.

Unique didn’t respond right away, jaw tightening like he was trying to swallow his pride.

“’Cause if not,” Mo’nique continued, picking up her plate again, “You can sit here and sulk while I eat. Don’t make no difference to me.”

The silence stretched between them. His fingers twitched against his thigh, and for a second, she thought he’d snap again. But then he exhaled sharply, glancing away.

“…Just gimme the damn plate,” He muttered.

Mo’nique blinked at him before she handed it over without another word, watching as he adjusted his grip and forced himself to eat on his own. His eyes didn’t look at her as he ate, caught in his own thoughts and concentration on eating properly. It was slow, and a little messy, but he managed.

And she let him.

Because as much as she wasn’t about to put up with his bullshit, she understood his frustration. He wasn’t used to this. To needing help. To accepting it. He was no longer the same man he was before and they both knew that, even if she had no clue who he was. So she couldn’t be angry with him, even if he was being a tad rude and now staying in her house. But what Earl said was right. She had heart, and even if it didn’t seem like that all the time in the outside, she was too forgiving.

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skyartworkzzz · 11 months ago

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The Followers (pt 1)

HEY YALL!! Finally got around to designing some of my COTL OCs which will be taking part in some future stories

Down below is some info about each of them from left to right! Some of it may be subject to changes futurely...

Enjoy <3

Astrid (she/her)

Rescued from Darkwood

Nurse apprentice

Was rescued by the Lamb while running away from heretics that chased her down the woods

A little clumsy, but tries her best and has an overall bubbly personality

Fun fact: Astrid was based off the pink-bow bunny from the official COTL animations!

Beau (he/him)

Rescued from Darkwood

The yellow cat! <3

Head-farmer and gardener of the cult, he is the one who decides which crops will be planted

Was a single child of a farmer family, they used to donate their crops to those who needed food

Managed to escape the heretics a few times, until eventually getting caught to be sacrificed to the Bishop of Chaos, thats when Lambert found and saved him

Felix (he/they/it)

Our little freaky lemur 😌 most of the followers think hes weird, but he does not mind and even finds such aversions quite amusing

Felix is a Witness. He was born in the cult a few years after Narinder became a follower, and turned into a Disciple somewhere before Lambert set off to free the Bishops from their Purgatory

One of the closests to the Lamb, he's seen as their little guy

Was raised by a lesbian couple that is still alive and love him very much <3

Tetris (she/her)

Rescued from Anura

Head-nurse of the Healing Bay, she mentors new nurses and defines their tasks

She used to have a family of her own, until they were taken away by illnesses and heretics

Very sweet and patient, sometimes quiet even, it takes a lot to get on this woman's nerves

Nanaty (she/her)

Rescued from Anchordeep

Widower; also used to have a family of her own, until they were slain by the heretics. Ever since then, Nanaty has resented the Old Faith and sought revenge

Was converted after fighting the Lamb during one of their crusades, with them promising to find the ones responsible for her tragedy. Once it was done, she swore her loyalty to the Lamb and became their guard

Loves children and is a natural mother, putting her guard down for the little ones whenever needed

Morris (he/him)

Rescued from Anura

Despite being a loyalty enforcer now, Morris was the first to dissent and very skeptical on his first days at the cult

Challenged the Lamb to a fight pit once, where he was brutally beaten up but spared at the end, taking the experience to learn from his stubborness

Nowadays he is the friendliest one to welcome new members of the cult and help them get used to their new home

Fun fact: altho Morris was based off on 2 bison followers I had in my gameplays, I also took inspo on the bison we see in the official COTL animations!

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bluesylveon2 · 2 years ago

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The Princess and the General

Summary: When Silver meets the princess from his father's old bedtime stories, except she is not a princess but his past lover.

Note: set in the same universe as the Leona royal au fic, fluff, slight angst, mentioned pregnancy, aged-up characters, Yuu/Reader is a fae, former General Lilia, and oc child. I saw the General Lilia card and it inspired this fic :)

Warning: not beta read, possible ooc characters, slight spoiler of past Lilia, and possibly inaccurate fae aging (just ignore canon if it was addressed in Book 7 lol).

Word Count: 2.7k

Masterlist: here

"Father, can you tell me a bedtime story?"

A male with long black hair and red streaks scooted closer to his son's bed, careful not to wake the green-haired boy sleeping next to him. His red eyes met big auroral ones.

The man chuckled at his son's cuteness and nodded. "Alright." He adjusted the boy so he could lay his head on the man's chest. "What kind of story do you want?"

"The one with the princess."

The man's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly cleared his throat. "You always ask for that one. It has a sad moment too."

The boy smiled. His innocent eyes sparkled. "I like the ending."

The man sighed and nodded. "Alright. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. She was so beautiful that it felt like the world around her would stop to stare at her when she passed by. She was very kind and loving. Everyone in the village loved her." The man felt a lump in his throat, but Silver's innocent eyes continued staring at him. "One day, she met an injured and cold-hearted knight. So, being the kind princess she was, nursed him back to health. The princess eventually grew close to the knight that she fell in love with him."

The boy began to feel sleep overcome him, and he closed his eyes, unaware of the man's voice, beginning to choke. Despite this, he continued the story and concealed his aching heart for his son's sake.

"But the knight did not feel the same way. He was cruel and only cared about returning back to the war. So he left once he felt better, leaving the princess heartbroken without saying goodbye. The princess thought all was lost until one day, while wandering around the woods around her castle, she discovered a small baby with golden hair. She felt sorry for the baby, so she adopted him and named him Aurum. The princess gave the baby all the love and attention he deserved." Lilia almost choked on his words, but he continued on. "She raised him as her own, loved him, and nurtured him until he became a king. And they both lived happily ever after."

Silver stared at the faceless crowd in thought. It has been years since his father stopped telling him bedtime stories, yet the one with the princess stood out to him. His father never described her in detail, but Silver often wondered if he would ever meet a woman like her. He often had dreams of a beautiful woman who looked to be around his father's age. Still, he has yet to meet someone whose beauty can make the world stop.

"We need food, clothes, water, and new swords. Are we missing anything else…" The green-haired boy looked up at his friend (more like a brother), but his friend's eyes stared off at the crowded marketplace. "SILVER!"

Silver broke out of his train of thought and turned to his friend. "Did you need something, Sebek?"

Sebek groaned in annoyance. "You were staring off into space again. You must stop doing that so we can return to the Young Master."

Silver sighed and closed his bag. "Father can care for him just fine, but we can head back. Let me make sure I have my magical pen, and we can go."

Once they had everything, the two walked through the Briar Valley markets and back to the castle. The walk was short, yet Silver was too occupied with his thoughts. He had a feeling that something would happen today, but he did not know if it was good or bad.

As Silver was about to exit the bustling market, a woman walked past him. Her features passed for a brief second, but Silver felt it. Sebek, who was in front of him, slowed down. The voices around him sounded like unintelligible noises. It felt like the world suddenly slowed down, and it all happened when the woman passed.

Silver immediately turned around in search of her. His eyes caught sight of her swaying hair and pointed ears. She looked young, possibly around his father's age. Silver's feet acted before he could think.

"Wait! Miss, wait!"

Sebek turned around only to find his friend not there. "Silver?" Sebek's eyes landed on Silver running away. "SILVER! GET BACK HERE!"

The woman turned around to the noise to see a silver-haired boy heading her way, followed by a green-haired boy screaming at him. Her eyes stared at the familiar uniform. It was an updated one from the one she knew, but it still had the same colors as Briar Valley. Suddenly, the silver-haired one started pointing at her.

"Miss! I need to talk to you!"

The woman immediately ran off in hopes of losing them. Meanwhile, Sebek had finally caught up to Silver.

"Silver! Why are you chasing that woman?"

"Remember those stories Father would tell us? Specifically, the one with the princess? That's her!"

Sebek looked at Silver like he was crazy. "How would you know that? We could be chasing an innocent woman?"

"She had similar features to the princess, and the world slowed down when I saw her. Trust me, Sebke. It's her."

Sebek looked at Silver with a conflicted look. They should return to the castle, but what were the odds that it was the same woman. Even Sebek had moments where he wanted to meet her.

The woman moved fast, using her fae abilities to her advantage. What felt like hours was actually minutes of running, and she was heading toward a large crowd. It would be a matter of time before she lost them.

"We need to do something!" Silver yelled to Sebek. The green-haired boy had a determined look.

"I have no choice but to do this." Sebek took a deep breath. "DO YOU KNOW LILIA VANROUGE?" The woman and everyone else stopped moving and turned to them. She stood there stunned, giving Silver and Sebek enough time to catch up to her. Even up close, her beauty was maximized by ten.

The woman's eyes widened briefly before going to a neutral expression. "Was he looking for me?" she replied, causing Sebek to groan.

"You didn't answer my question!"

Silver sighed before looking at the woman. "I apologize for my friend, Miss. It is a long story, but Lilia often talks about you."

The woman's eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. "You're lying. He would never talk about me like that."

Silver turned to Sebek and noticed the big crowd watching them like it was a drama his father liked. The two nodded after a few moments of silence.

"I think it's best to discuss this over tea. How about we go back to the castle?"

The woman glanced around her, a hint of reluctance on her face, before nodding.

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The three sat in Malleus' study with Sebek preparing the tea. The woman stared at the room in awe.

"The King must have traveled a lot," she whispered as she stared at the many pennant flags decorating the walls.

"They were gifts from Master Lilia to the Young Master, Yuu. The Young Master treasures them." Sebek proudly said as he set down her teacup.

Yuu thanked him and drank from her cup. She set it down and looked at Silver. "So let me make sure I understand this. You are Lilia's adopted son, and you-" her gaze turned to Sebek, "-are Baul's grandson. Lilia would tell you two stories where I was a princess, and you think it's me? How would you know?"

"He always talked about how beautiful you were and how it would look like time would slow down when you walk by." Silver explained, causing Yuu to blush.

"I think he was exaggerating."

"No!" Silver exclaimed, "It felt like the world stopped moving when we passed you in the market earlier."

Yuu's mouth opened in shock, "I see…What else did he say in that story?"

"He mentioned how you met a cruel knight, fell in love with him, and he left you heartbroken. The story ends with you adopting a child."

Yuu chuckled and leaned back, her eyes gazing at the ceiling painting. "Did you know that's how I met your father? It was a long time ago, he was a general, and I was naive. I thought he would reciprocate my feelings, but I was lying to myself the whole time. That story sounds like the life I wanted when I met him."

Sebek awkwardly drank his own tea and remained quiet. He had heard stories from his grandfather about how the mischievous Lilia they knew now was very different from years ago. Meanwhile, Silver slammed his hands on the table.

"Father may have been like that before, but he is not now! Also, I was too young to understand then, but he would always stumble and tear up when he told me the story. He may not say it, but I know he regrets what he did."

Yuu smiled sadly. "Thank you for that, Silver; those are the words I wished I heard years ago."

"Then you should stay so you can see him!"

Yuu shook her head. "I don't know if I should. I should be heading out soon before it gets dark. I'm visiting the Scalding Sands and hear it is lovely this time of year." Yuu brushed off imaginary dust off her clothes and started standing up.

Silver and Sebek stood up like they had a burst of energy. They jumped toward Yuu and pushed her back down.

"NO!"

"WAIT!"

Yuu became slightly annoyed. "What are you two going on about?"

"What is going on here?" A deep voice asked as he entered the study. Everyone froze, and their eyes turned to the newcomer.

"Lilia?" Yuu said as she stared at him. He looked handsome, but she still saw small remnants of the cold man she met before. Her eyes were wide, just like Lilia's, and her heart tensed up from seeing him.

"Yuu?" Lilia whispered with fondness that startled Yuu. She still looked as beautiful as he remembered, and he felt an invisible pull towards her like an enchanted spindle. Neither of them moved and stared in silence until Silver cleared his throat.

"Father, I'm sure that you remember Yuu. If you would excuse Sebek and me, we must help Malleus." He quickly said as he grabbed Sebek's arm and dragged him out.

"Right! We must see the Young Master to help him!" The two boys immediately closed the door, leaving Yuu and Lilia alone. What Malleus needed help with? They may never know.

Yuu cleared her throat. "You know it's been a while since I've seen you, Lilia. You definitely changed." She made no move to leave the room, causing Lilia to give in to the invisible pull.

Lilia chuckled and sat down next to Yuu. "Don't I still look youthful?" He grinned mischievously.

“Don’t push it. I’m surprised you haven’t broken your back yet.” Yuu smirked, causing Lilia to gasp.

"My youthful appearance has made it through the years! Besides, who else was supposed to watch over Malleus during his youth?"

Yuu laughed at the thought. She felt her heart relax as they quickly made conversation like they were old friends seeing each other. "I guess it makes sense. I heard the King was quite the handful as a kid."

"Yes, but he grew out of it...most of it. He had a wonderful young caretaker to watch over him."

Yuu rolled her eyes and smiled. "Don't push it now. You may have cut your hair and dyed it pink instead of red, but there is more than that. You look happier and not like you're ready to murder someone. You even have a son. A human son, for the matter. The Lilia I knew before would never want to be near one, much less adopt one."

Lilia smiled proudly, his eyes briefly glancing at the door Silver had just left from with fondness. "Well, things happened, and I met Silver. He is my pride and joy, after all. I taught him everything and he has been a fantastic retainer for Malleus."

"I can tell. You raised him well. Did you know that he was the one who found me in the market? He even told me you tell him stories about me as a princess. I could not believe it myself." Yuu chuckled, but Lilia remained silent.

"Lilia?"

Lilia looked at Yuu with a serious expression. The atmosphere felt slightly tense as Yuu knew it was time to address the elephant in the room. Suddenly, Lilia got down on both knees in front of Yuu and held her hands. He gently caressed her fingers with his thumbs.

"You know, I tried to find you after the war ended. My mind was so focused on it that I did not realize what I did to you until it was over. I even returned to your house to beg for forgiveness, but you were gone." He looked up at Yuu. "Did you leave because of me?"

Yuu slowly nodded and looked down at Lilia's hands. "That was part of the reason. That house may have brought me painful memories, but I always wanted to explore the world. Your leaving gave me an excuse to do it. Despite that, I learned so much about myself from it."

"I'm happy for you, Yuu. I tried to look out for you years after, and then I met Malleus and Silver. You can see what happened next…" Lilia trailed off before continuing. "Yuu, I am so sorry for the damage I've done. If I could travel back in time, then I would. I would be the fae that you deserved back then. I was slow to realize it, but I love you and always have."

Yuu felt tears form in her eyes. "Lilia…" The former stoic man rested his forehead on her knees and began to cry.

"So please, if you could give me a chance, I will stay by your side for as long as you want. If not, then I understand. I will respect your wishes."

Yuu sighed, causing Lilia to look up and for their eyes to meet. "I still have plans to travel, but I have an idea. I will think about it, and when I come back, if you are still waiting for me, we can talk again and go from there."

Lilia nodded with hope in his eyes. He moved to sit on one knee, grabbed Yuu's left hand, and kissed her knuckles. When Lilia's lips touched her skin, Yuu felt a spark flow through her body. It was a familiar feeling, and she had missed it.

"I, former general Lilia Vanrouge, swear to wait for you, Yuu, for as long as you need until you tell me to go or death do us part."

Yuu interlocked their fingers together as a sign of comfort between them.

"I, Yuu, promise to give you, Lilia Vanrouge, my answer when I return." Her eyes shifted to meet Lilia's red ones. "Maybe I will let you propose to me properly."

Lilia smiled with all the love he had for her. "Take all the time that you need."

With those words, both knew the future would be bright.

---

Later

Silver, Sebek, Malleus, and Yuu sat together, silently eating dinner until Silver addressed the other elephant in the room.

"So, Yuu, can you cook?"

Yuu's eyes lit up in excitement. "Yes, I can! I picked up a few things during my travels, so say the word, and I'll make it." Yuu smiled, causing Silver, Sebek, and Malleus to tear up. The three ran to her and pulled her in a big group hug while crying tears of joy.

"Thank you!" They cried in relief. Meanwhile, Lilia watched them from afar with a smile.

"What a lovely family."

"Mommy, can you read me another bedtime story?"

Yuu laughed as she tucked her daughter under the blankets. "Another one, Aurie? I already told you many."

"Please! My little brother wants to hear one too!" Aurie pleaded. Her big red eyes shined with forming tears, and she put on her best pout. Yuu sighed, giving in to her daughter's cuteness.

"Okay. One more, and that's it. I don't want you to fall asleep when your father and brother return tomorrow. You know that they will be excited to see you."

Aurie smiled proudly and nodded, her hair swishing up and down. "I promise, Mommy."

Yuu smiled and ruffled Aurie's silky hair. "Now, what story do you want?"

"Can you tell me the story of the beautiful princess who fell in love with the handsome knight? I like that one."

"Alright, young lady." Yuu sat beside her daughter and let Aurie rest beside her as best as possible with her 30-week baby bump. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. One day, while out in the village, she met a knight who was in love with her from afar for years…."

A/N: Aurie means "the golden one" and comes from the Latin word aurum aka gold. It's also used as a short form for the name Aurora :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 13

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~ Friday Night ~

“I’m gonna take ’em upstairs,” Josh whispered to Kiyana just as the credit to COCO started rolling. Kiyana stretched and looked over to her left, where both of her boys were knocked out, leaning on Josh. Kairo thankfully went down at his usual bedtime. Kaiden and Kamari, on the other hand, put up the biggest fight to stay up later with their dad.

They had almost made it through both movies when their eyes started to droop. Kamari doesn’t play about his sleep. The second he feels Mr. Sandman knocking at his door, he welcomes him with open arms. Kaiden, on the other hand, didn’t want to miss a moment with his dad. He had fallen asleep 15 minutes into the first movie, but when Josh tried to carry him up the steps, Kaiden woke up, protesting that he wasn’t sleeping and he wanted to stay with his dad.

Kiyana let out a deep sigh when Josh disappeared up the steps with both of their sons—this whole day had been extremely awkward for her. It had only been about four weeks since they signed the papers, and here they were, about to go out on a date tomorrow night. She loved Josh, and nothing would ever change that, but Josh had hurt her badly, and she was terrified of letting him back into her heart.

Standing up, she started cleaning up the living room, gathering the trash from the snacks the boys and Josh had devoured and taking it into the kitchen. While she was in the kitchen, she decided to pour herself a glass of wine. She went to grab Josh a Diet Coke from the fridge, popped it open, got him a cup of ice, and brought it into the living room for him, placing it on a coaster on the coffee table.

She continued to tidy up, and by the time Josh came back downstairs, she was done lounging on the couch and catching up on the newest episode of Love Island. Josh plopped down next to Kiyana. He glanced at her, her features illuminated by the TV’s light. Just being this close to her again made him realize how badly he fucked up. She would always be his Key. But, before she was that, she was THEE Kiyana Jackson. Before she had become this powerhouse of a woman, the best mother to his kids, an excellent cook, and a bomb-ass nurse, she was the girl that scared the fuck outta him. He couldn’t even hold a full conversation with her back then because his brain would short circuit; knees weak, arms heavy, butterflies in an all-out war games match in his stomach. The girl that his classmates convinced him he’d never have a chance with because she was leaps and bounds above his league, and he had fucked it up being a dumbass, proving them right.

“You good?” Kiyana asked him with a slight laugh, and he nodded, feeling his cheeks heat up at being caught staring.

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat. Kiyana grabbed the remote, paused the TV, and turned her attention to him.

“Josh.”

“C’mere,” he whispered, opening his arms for her. “Please,” he added in a hushed tone when Kiyana didn’t move. She bit her lip and looked at him, contemplating whether she should move closer to him. Sighing, she nodded and scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder as he closed his arms around her. The second she scooted into his arms, it was like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

Josh fully relaxed on the couch and closed his eyes. This is what he was missing. The arguing, fighting, and cheating were not what he and Kiyana were about. Their being at odds felt so foreign, and it was mostly his fault.

“What the hell is this show even about?” Josh asked after a couple of minutes had passed. Kiyana laughed and turned her head so she could look at him.

“It’s about finding love.” She whispered as her eyes dropped down to his lips. Josh leaned in slowly, his heart pounding as he closed the distance between them. Josh deepened the kiss, letting out a low moan as Kiyana shifted her position and was now straddling him, with her legs on either side of his hips. Josh’s hands roamed down Kiyana’s back before finally resting on her ass, firmly squeezing it while pulling her closer to him.

Josh’s phone started to go off, making the both of them groan in displeasure. “Fuck..” Josh groaned, throwing his back against the couch. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, breathing heavily as he read the text message he just received. Kiyana arched her eyebrow as he ran his hand through his hair.

“What?”

Josh bit his lip as he looked at her. “Don’t be mad.” He whispered. “But I’ll be right back.” Josh saw the look of disappointment and doubt in her eyes, and he immediately cupped her face and tried to ease her worries. “Don’t do that. I promise it ain’t about no bitch. I’m forever about you. I just got something I gotta handle.” Kiyana rolled her eyes and removed herself from his lap, settling back on the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. “Key,” Josh called out softly, cupping her chin and turning her face so she could look at him. “Trust me, I’ll be right back.” Kiyana narrowed her eyes but eventually nodded her head.

“Fine. I guess I’ll see you when you come back.” Josh smiled and pecked her lips.

“30 minutes tops.”

“Mmhm,” Kiyana hummed, and Josh couldn’t blame her for her suspicion. He had been disloyal and ruined their relationship. But this was something he couldn’t tell her because she would definitely try to keep him in the house. Josh sighed and stood from the couch. He bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Be right back, Key.” She nodded and pressed play on the remote, continuing her show while he walked over to the key hook and grabbed his car keys. Kiyana let him keep his truck in the garage while he was on the road because someone broke into it the last time he left it at his apartment.

As Josh walked into the garage, he knew that no matter how much he reassured Kiyana, there was a lingering doubt in her mind—a scar from past betrayals. Settling into the driver’s seat, he pulled out his phone and re-read the text message he had received.

Ms Deb(key’s co-worker): Dr. Daniels gets off in 10 min. Do what you want with that information… oh and he drives a black infinity w/ blacked out windows. Plate: DRDAN. Ms Deb(key’s co-worker): delete this thread… and treat my girl right!

Josh smiled at the later message and started his car before backing out of the garage and driving towards the hospital.

Elijah smiled as he made his way out of the hospital. He had a pretty good day: three successful surgeries, and his wife came and surprised him with lunch with his children. That smile was quickly wiped off his face the closer he got to his car.

“What the fuck do you want?” Elijah seethed, eyeing Josh up and down.

Josh smirked and pushed himself off of Elijah’s car. “I told ya’ bitch ass I was gonna catch you again, didn’t I?” Josh sneered as he walked into Eli’s personal space. Elijah gulped as he looked around. Josh had a good 20 pounds of muscle on Eli, and to be completely honest, Eli didn’t want to walk around with another black eye.

Eli held his hand up and took a step back from Josh. “I don’t have time for this,” Elijah said, trying to steady his voice despite the nerves tightening in his chest. “You need to leave.”

“I ain’t going nowhere.”

“Look—” Tired of hearing Elijah’s voice, Josh lunged at him, landing a right hook on Eli’s jaw and knocking him to the ground.

“Yeahhh,” Josh cackled, clapping his hands together. “Getcho’ ass up. You wanna put your hands on women? Come put ya hands on me!” Elijah staggered to his feet, his fists clenched in anger as he lunged at Josh, who quickly ducked it and tackled him to the ground. There was nobody here to stop Josh this time. Josh threw punch after punch, getting all his anger out on this low life.

“Alright, Alright. Enough..” Josh felt someone grab the back of his shirt, trying to stop him from punching Elijah. “You got him, relax.”

Josh stopped swinging, his chest heaving with the adrenaline and fury, and looked down at Elijah, who looked like he was one punch away from a permanent coma. Elijah’s face was a swollen mess, eyes barely open, and he lay motionless, save for the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

Josh felt his shirt being tugged again, and he let the person move him off Elijah.

“Damn,” Josh looked, and it was the security guard who broke up their fight last time. “He’s lucky you beat his ass in front of the hospital.” The security guy joked, cracking a smile while holding his hand out for Josh to shake. “Main Event Jey Uso, nice to meet you man.”

Josh’s eyes widened. “Hey Uce-”

“I already paused the cameras; as soon as I get back to my desk, I’ll delete the footage. I hate women beaters. I lost my mom that way.” Josh’s expression softened, and he shook the guy’s hand. “I’m happy your ex has someone who sticks up for her. If only my mom had someone.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that—” Josh paused, as he didn’t know this guy’s name.

“Adrian, and hey, it’s cool. You did what you had to do. But uh. You might wanna get outta here. I gotta call this in.” Adrian finished off, holding the walkie-talkie up, and Josh nodded. He glanced down at Elijah, who was starting to move, before giving Adrian a nod, jogging back over to his truck, and leaving.

Kiyana sat up and looked towards the entryway to the living room when she heard the front door open and close. She knew it was way past thirty minutes because she had watched two more episodes of Love Island. She heard him set the house alarm before he started walking towards the living room.

“You said thirty minutes.” She muttered before her eyes widened as he walked closer to her and she saw how red and bruised his knuckles were. “Dude, what the fuck?! What did you do?”

“What I had to.”

“Josh -”

“He put his hand on you! He could not get away with that shit Key. I did what I had to do.” Kiyana sighed and gently grabbed his hand, leading him up the stairs and to her bedroom.

“Sit,” She said, pointing to the bed and Josh quickly obliged. Kiyana then walked into the ensuite bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit before walking back over to Josh and grabbing his hands.

“You mad huh?” Josh asked, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched Kiyana clean off his knuckles. Kiyana didn’t respond immediately, her gaze focused on cleaning his knuckles.

“I’m not mad. Just wish you would have told me. Would have loved to get a couple kicks in.” She looked up meeting Josh's eyes and chuckled at the shocked look on his face. “What? I was in shock when he actually grabbed me and he walked away before I could actually T off on his ass.” She said as she stood up and climbed into bed. Josh stood up as well. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Shoot, next time I’ll let you know then.” He said as he started walking towards the door.

“Woah! Where are you going?” She asked and he stopped.

“Was going to the guest room.” He said as more of a question and Kiyana started shaking her head and patted the spot next to her. “Fo’real?” Josh asked, a big ass smile coming onto his face as Kiyana nodded her head. He practically rips his shirt over his head before he throws himself onto the bed next to her, his heart swelling in his chest as he hears her giggle. It has been forever since he’s been the one to make her giggle.

~ Saturday Afternoon ~

“So you really thinking about giving him another chance?” Kiyana sighed and set down her make-up brush before meeting her mother's eyes in her vanity mirror.

“Yes,” Kiyana replied softly, her fingers absentmindedly adjusting the brushes in front of her. “Mom -” Kiyana started but Imani held her hand up, stopping her.

“No, You’re gonna listen to what I have to say, Kiyana Marie.” Kiyana shut her mouth and turned her body so her side was leaning against the back of the vanity chair. “That man” her mother continued, her voice dripping with disdain, “Has done so much damage to you. Cheating on you while you were carrying this little angel.” Kiyana rolled her eyes at her mom’s dramatics. “I was here Key, I seen what his infidelity did to your confidence. I saw the way you frowned at your body when you walked past the mirror and now he gets a second chance for what? To do it all over again.”

Kiyana felt her shoulders sag as he mother’s words sunk in. “So you think I’m being stupid?”

“No baby girl. I don’t think you’re being stupid. I just want you to not rush back into this with Josh. I know y’all still love each other and you had to stay in contact with the kids but still remember to put yourself first. Don’t just get back with him because you know Kaiden and Kamari are going to be happy.”

“I am putting myself first Mom. It’s not just about my sons being happy it’s about me being happy as well. Yes, Josh fu- messed up but everyone deserves a second chance. Isn’t that what you told me? After Dad cheated on you, you stayed. You told me that everyone deserves a second chance.” Imani’s eyes lowered to the floor as Kiyana continued. “Dad has two kids on you and you still stayed. Josh cheated and had no kids. And I tried to move on, but I love Josh and can’t change that.”

“I just want the best for you Kiyana. And you’re right, I did forgive your father but I don’t want you to be like me. But I understand that you are a grown woman and you need to make these decisions for yourself.”

“Why are you making it seem like I’m making a mistake?” Kiyana asked, getting irritated with her mother.

“I’m just saying. You need to learn for yourself. I’m not the only one who thinks this either. Kenyatta feels the same.” Kiyana snorted and turned back around so she could face her vanity again.

“You mean the serial cheater? He cheated on every girl he was ever with Mom - you know what.” Kiyana paused and took a deep breath. “I’m gonna get dressed now you can go.”

Imani scoffed “Kiyana” she called out, as Kiyana stood and walked into her walk-in closet. Kiyana rolled her eyes as she came back out with her dress in her hand, hanging off the hanger. “I just don’t want to see you hurt again,” Imani said, to which Kiyana ignored. Imani sighed, picked Kairo up off the bed, and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

As the door clicked shut, Kiyana took a deep breath and tried to steady her racing thoughts. The sound of her mother’s voice still echoed in her mind, a mix of concern and frustration. She slipped her dress on, trying to focus on the soft fabric against her skin rather than the knot in her stomach.

~ Saturday Night ~

“You can do this,” Kiyana whispered to herself. Her mom had just yelled up the steps, telling her Josh was there. Kiyana could hear her kids going crazy after not seeing him all day. “It’s just Josh. You been on plenty of dates with Josh before.” Taking a deep breath, Kiyana smoothed down her hair and checked her reflection in the mirror one last time before walking out of her bedroom and walking down the steps to meet Josh.

She felt herself blush as he let out a low “Damn.” before clearing his throat and walking over to meet her at the bottom of the stairs. “You look beautiful, Key. Doesn’t she look beautiful?” He then asked his sons and they nodded their heads.

“You look very pretty Mama,” Kaiden said and Kiyana smiled and him, bending down to press a kiss on his head,

“Thank you, Bean” She then turned to Josh. “You look nice too.” Josh’s cheeks heated up at her compliment.

“You ready to go?” He asked and she nodded.

“Be good for grandma.” She said to her kids, giving them a quick hug before stepping out the door with Josh. The short walk to his truck was silent. Josh opened the passenger door for her and grabbed her hand, helping her into the truck.

“You ready to go?” He asked and she nodded.

Kiyana stole glances at Josh as he drove, admiring the way the streetlights illuminated his profile, casting shadows across his chiseled features. At a red light, Josh reached across the console and gently grabbed her hand lacing their fingers together. Kiyana’s heart skipped a beat as Josh’s fingers intertwined with hers. The warmth of his touch sent a thrill up her arm. She glanced at him, catching a glimpse of the soft smile playing on his lips.

“I’m happy you agreed to this date,” Josh muttered, breaking the silence in the car. Kiyana bit the inside of her lip and she looked over at him.

"I'm glad too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Josh smiled and started driving again as the light turned green, the butterflies in his belly intensifying as he felt her squeeze his hand.

“Thank you,” Kiyana smiled at Josh as he pulled out her chair for her. The restaurant he picked was nice and cozy. It was one that neither of them had been at before. He wanted to choose a new restaurant so they could make new memories and weren’t plagued by old ones.

As Josh settled in his seat across from her, he felt like the luckiest SOB in that restaurant. The second he and Kiyana had walked in, all eyes turned toward her. She had turned so many heads, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at one couple, when the woman reached over and plucked her boyfriend or husband on his forehead when he wouldn’t stop staring at Key.

“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” The waiter came over and set the free bread down on their table. Kiyana ordered a white while while Josh decided to order a water with a lemon. He wanted to stay sober for the conversation he knew they were going to have.

As the waiter left, Kiyana took a deep breath and looked directly into Josh’s eyes. The dim candlelight cast a soft glow on her face. “I um- I know we agreed to try to move on, but I think we need to talk about everything first.” She said and Josh nodded. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath. “What happened? What made you.” She paused as if she couldn’t bear to say it. “What made you cheat on me?”

The waitress quickly set their drink down and left as she heard Kiyana’s question. The waitress figured they could wait to eat.

“Oh god,” Josh whispered, sitting up straighter in his chair. “I don’t know if she told you, but I talked to Samara about this already,” Josh stated to which Kiyana nodded.

“She told me a little. She also told me to just hear you out.”

“I- I honestly never meant for anything to go that far. Before this conversation continues, I need you to know that. I need you to know that I will forever beat myself up for doing that to you.” When Kiyana nodded he continued. “I just wanted to vent Key. I just wanted someone to talk to about what I was going through without being told to think about your feelings. And yes it was selfish of me but nobody cared about how I felt. God, it’s so fucking selfish but I just wanted someone to talk to and it went too far.” He finished, not breaking eye contact so she knew how serious he was being.

“But four months Joshua? You were going on the road fucking her then coming back and fucking me.”

Joshua looked down, his hands trembling slightly. He knew he had hurt Kiyana deeply, and the guilt weighed heavily on him. “I fucked up Key, I fucked up so damn bad.” He looked back up at her. “But I’m willing to do anything and everything to prove my love and loyalty to you again. I already talked to my boss and a couple of the higher-ups. She been harassing me n’shit and I filed some paperwork against her. She can’t come near me or she’ll be fired.”

Kiyana felt her face scrunch up at what he said. “So y’all were still messing around?”

Josh started shaking his head ‘no’ immediately. “Hell no. I stopped messing with her around the time I told you about the affair.”

Kiyana narrowed her eyes as she looked at him, trying to see how sincere he was being with his words. After knowing him for almost twenty-four years, she knew when he was lying and right now he wasn’t. He was telling her the truth.

“So what about you telling her that you were gonna divorce me for her.”

“I never said that.” He answered immediately. “I told you back then that I never said that. That was some dumbshit she said and Joe must’ve overheard her.”

Kiyana went to ask her next question but was interrupted by the waitress. “Sorry, but um- would y’all like to order now?” Josh and Kiyana broke eye contact to look at the waitress. Josh let out a deep sigh a nodded before ordering a steak meal for himself while Kiyana ordered a pasta dish. The waitress hurried up and scurried away. Kiyana looked back at Josh and asked her next question.

“Do you regret it?”

“Of course I do.” Josh's voice was filled with regret as he met Kiyana's gaze, his eyes reflecting the pain he had caused her. “Do you regret sleeping with Joe?” He asked, just as she took a sip of her wine. Kiyana’s eyes widened as she heard his question. Did she regret sleeping with Joe?

“I don’t regret it.” She finally said, swallowing a lump in her throat as Josh’s jaw clenched. “You hurt me badly Joshua. Like, I was hurt and confused and he was there. It wasn’t about getting back at you because he’s your cousin. It was,” She paused as she tried to find the right words. “It was you had your fun, so why couldn’t I.”

Taking a moment to compose himself, Josh locked eyes with Kiyana, his gaze intense yet vulnerable. “I understand” He whispered. He reached across the table grasping her hand in his. “I want us to move past all of this. Do you want there to be an us? Do you want to move past this?”

Kiyana squeezed Josh's hand tightly, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside her. After everything they had been through, the hurt and betrayal, she knew that a decision needed to be made. She took a deep breath and met Josh's gaze. “Yes, I want there to be an us again. I want us to be able to move on from this.”

Josh's eyes softened, relief washing over his face as he heard Kiyana's words. “Deadass?”

Kiyana chuckled, nodding her head. “I’m being so deadass right now.”

“I swear on my life, you won’t regret this Key. Imma do everything I can to prove that I love you and I want you.”

As they sat there holding hands, a wave of relief washed over both Kiyana and Josh. The weight of their past mistakes and the pain they had caused each other seemed to lighten ever so slightly. They both knew that rebuilding their relationship would not be easy, but they were willing to try.

“Are you staying here tonight?” Kiyana whispered as she and Josh walked to the front door of her house.

“If you want me to,” Josh replied and Kiyana nodded, grabbing his hand and leading him into the house. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her ass. Loving the way it swayed as she walked. She kept a firm grasp on his hand as she set the house alarm and walked up the steps. Both of them peeked into their kids' rooms to make sure they were tucking in and sleeping.

Josh’s heart was beating extremely fast as Kiyana led him into her room. Kiyana turned to face Josh, her eyes almost black with lust. She closed the distance between them, her body pressing flush against his, and Without a word, she reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his face down to hers and kissing him. Kiyana moaned softly into the kiss, her body trembling with need. She broke away, panting lightly, her eyes locked on Josh's.

“You sure?” He asked and instead of giving him an answer, Kiyana undid the back of her dress and let it fall down her body. Josh watched as the dress fell to her feet, leaving her in just her white lace thong.

“I’m sure” She whispered before capturing his lips again in a searing kiss.

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 2 years ago

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The Queen's Gambit

pairing: Fanon!Viserys Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Vanesha Lannister will not rest until she reaches her goal.

Word count: 1,7K

Warnings: Smut, P in V, squirting

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The Red Keep stood tall, its imposing towers casting shadows over the city of King's Landing. Within its walls, a game of power and ambition unfolded, and at the center of it all was Vanesha Lannister.

She was a woman of intelligence and cunning, possessing a beauty that could captivate even the most resolute of men. But her true strength lay in her ability to identify weaknesses and exploit them. Viserys I Targaryen, the King of Westeros, was her latest prey.

As Vanesha walked through the gilded corridors of the Red Keep, her mind churned with calculated thoughts. She knew of Viserys' insatiable desire for sons, heirs to carry on the Targaryen legacy. It was a vulnerability she intended to exploit to the fullest.

In the candlelit chambers, she found Viserys engrossed in his own thoughts. His brow furrowed as he stared at a map of Westeros, contemplating the future of his dynasty. He looked up as Vanesha entered, and for a moment, his expression softened.

"Vanesha," he said, his voice laced with a longing he could barely conceal. "You look as radiant as ever."

Vanesha smiled, a calculated glint in her sapphire eyes. She moved closer to him, her movements graceful and deliberate. "My lord, I've been thinking," she began, her voice a velvet whisper. "Have you noticed how few daughters my family has produced over the years? It's always sons, strong sons to carry the name of Lannister."

Viserys, ever the dreamer of male heirs, nodded eagerly. "Yes, I've heard the tales. The Lannisters are blessed with sons, while the Targaryens..."

Vanesha's hand gently touched his arm, a subtle caress that sent a shiver down Viserys' spine. "It's a trait that runs in my blood, my lord. And I would be honored to provide you with the sons you so dearly desire."

Viserys' eyes widened, his vulnerability laid bare. It was a promise he had longed to hear, and Vanesha knew she had him ensnared. The courtship began, a dance of seduction and manipulation, and Viserys was utterly captivated.

Years passed, and Vanesha became Viserys' confidante and advisor. Her beauty remained undiminished, even after childbirth, as she presented him with not one, but three sons. The King was besotted, his every decision influenced by the woman who had fulfilled his dreams.

In the shadows of the Red Keep, Vanesha Lannister's ambition thrived, and Viserys I Targaryen remained a willing puppet, unaware of the strings that bound him to her will.

"Gods yes" Vanesha's head fell back, pure pleasure coursing through her body. She wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.

"Viserys please" Vanesha moaned out loud. her thighs burned from the position. Viserys smirked watching her bounce on his cock, she looked like a goddess, his cock so deep inside of her, filling her.

"Take it" Viserys ordered, grunting as he pushed his hips up to meet her thrusts. Vanesha felt her whole body beginning to tremble with the orgasm coursing through her fighting to come forward.

"So close" She cried. her arms wrapped around his neck yelping when he moved. Her whines made his heart thump as he pulled out of her hole.

"Whore" Viserys smirked. he manhandled her body to move her to kneel on the bed. He pushed her down on her hands before entering her again.

"Viserys!" She squeaked, desperate to cum again. Viserys' hips snapped forward into her, burying his entire length inside. He felt delicious, so deep inside of her. He had already pulled an orgasm from her earlier with his lips merely suckling on her breast, emptying them helping her with the ache from not breast feeding their newest addition, Jahaerys, their son was being fed by the wet nurse while Vanesha finished her queenly duties.

"Yes, you like to be filled up, don't you?" Viserys asked. He never felt anymore power than he did with his cock deep inside of her cunt.

"Yes fill me up, give me a child" Vanesha whined, she pushed her hips back wanting him deeper. One of her hands sneaked in between her thighs, rubbing her pearl furiously.

"Cumming" She warned, Viserys picked up his pace. Vanesha's eyes rolled back with pure pleasure. She gasped when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back.

"Viserys" She moaned, her back falling on his chubby belly. Her head rested back on his shoulder giving him access to kiss up and down her neck. He pushed her hand away and took over rubbing her clit.

She wiggled in his arm with overstimulation, he was adamant on making her cum having heard that when a woman cums there are higher chances to conceive. After the orgasm he gave her from suckling on her breasts he moved down to suckle on the same clit he was rubbing like a mad man, she made him a mad man and he was happy with it.

"Shit" She wailed hoarsly, her whole body falling forward, the knot in her stomach snapping making her gush around Viserys' cock. Viserys watched proudly as his wife's body trembled under him but refusing to push his cock out, her hips moving back unconsciously keeping him inside.

Vanesha shivered as Viserys ran his hands up and down her side to comfort her. She moved back on her hands and looked back over her shoulder at Viserys with a dazed smile. Viserys grinned in return and resumed the movement of his hips.

"I shall make sure your womb is filled to the brim with my seed tonight" Viserys declared. One of his hands moved onto her lower belly and pressed down on it. Vanesha gasped deliciously eating the pleasure he gave. She was ready to give him a millions sons.

"Don't stop" She begged, she was desperate. Viserys picked up his pace feeling his balls tighten, he was close.

"Fill me with your royal seed" Vanesha begged. She was going to give him more children, she was going to choke him with them, she was going to rule him with them.

Viserys' head fell back, her soaked pussy was just right, he has never felt this kind of pleasure before. He wanted to devour her if possible. His thick finger rand down till they reached down between her legs pinching her pearl again.

Vanesha's cried echoed off the the walls losing herself to the pleasure. Each touch made her skin light up on fire. Viserys collected her wetness and moved his hand up to her face. Vanesha opened her mouth welcoming his fingers into her mouth, moaning loudly when she tasted herself on his fingers.

"Good breeding mare" Viserys praised. Vanesha almost fainted right then and there at his words. She sucked his fingers as if they were his cock.

"Viserys" Vanesha moaned around his fingers. He pushed her tongue down, moaning when she swirled it around his fingers.

"Fucking hell, will fill you up with another son" He gasped quickening his thrusts. Vanesha thrashed in between his arms. he pulled out his fingers from her mouth with a pop. Vanesha cried now moans on full volume with nothing blocking them from coming out of her mouth.

She thrashed and cried and pushed back and forward, her orgasm was like fire, her back arched like the one of a cat as she squirted. Viserys pushed his cock inside of her as deep as possible making sure to shoot his seed as deep inside of her as possible, not to waste a singular drop even when he walls resisted him, even when her liquids tried to push him out.

The birth of their fourth son, Aeryn, marked another significant moment in Vanesha Lannister's plan for power and influence within House Targaryen. She had already achieved the unimaginable - securing her position as the mother of four sons, each of them a potential heir to the Iron Throne.

As Aeryn's cries echoed through the halls of the Red Keep, Vanesha held the newborn close, her mind racing with thoughts of the future. She had successfully given Viserys the sons he so desired, and now her attention turned to the next phase of her ambitious scheme.

In the privacy of their chambers, she broached the topic with the king, her voice gentle yet persuasive. "My love," she began, "I cannot help but think of the future of our sons. Aegon, our eldest, is a true heir in every sense. Strong and capable, he embodies the qualities of a future king."

Viserys, who had longed for male heirs, listened intently. "You speak the truth, Vanesha. Aegon is a fine boy, and I'm proud to call him my son."

Encouraged by his response, Vanesha continued, her words carefully chosen. "Rhaenyra is a remarkable girl, but it's well known that sons are favored in the realm. Aegon should be our heir, my love. It's the best way to secure the future of House Targaryen."

Viserys hesitated, torn between tradition and the desires of his heart. "Rhaenyra is my daughter," he replied, his voice filled with paternal affection.

Vanesha placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her eyes filled with concern. "I understand your love for her, my king. But we must consider the stability of the realm. Aegon is the strongest choice, and he would have the support of many lords and allies."

Viserys contemplated her words, his gaze fixed on the newborn Aeryn. He had always dreamed of strong sons to carry on the Targaryen legacy, and now he had them. The idea of naming Aegon as his heir, instead of Rhaenyra, held a certain appeal.

Vanesha continued to work her persuasive charm, planting the seeds of doubt in Viserys' mind regarding Rhaenyra's suitability as an heir. She knew that, with time, she could mold his thoughts to align with her ambitions.

As the days turned into weeks and months, Vanesha's influence grew, and the idea of Aegon as the heir to the Iron Throne gained traction. Viserys, still enamored with his sons, began to entertain the possibility.

Little did he know that his queen, Vanesha Lannister, was orchestrating a quiet revolution, one that could alter the course of history in Westeros. The future of House Targaryen hung in the balance, and the queen's ambitions knew no bounds.

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