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candlelight27 · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3: I Chase Your Shadow

Summary: Sylvain has been ignoring you since you met him. You had been in love with him since you met him. College is about to offer you a fresh start. New academic year, new life. You were ready to forget him. But fate seems to have other plans… (COLLEGE AU)

Series: Seeking Your Warmth If Only For A Day

Warnings: ATTEMPTED ASSAULT (!!!), Alcohol drinking, swear words, kissing

Pairings: Sylvain Jose Gautier x Female Reader

Word Count: 4907

AO3: I Chase Your Shadow

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thanks for reading and sticking by. And, as always, leave a comment if you have any suggestion, request, question or just feel like it! My asks are always open, too!

Sylvain 18:35: What are you wearing? 😉

Sylvain 18:36: Just kidding hahaha

Sylvain 18:36: Although I want to know what’s your costume

You held back a laugh reading Sylvain’s messages. He was truly something else.

You 18:37: Top secret

“Is he texting you again?”, Dorothea asked, mascara in hand. You couldn’t see her expression, but you certainly knew the corners of her lips were curling upwards.

“So what?”, you answered feigning weariness.

Your brunette friend was applying the finishing touches to her makeup in front of your bathroom mirror. There were cases, brushes, pencils, shadows and liners everywhere, all varying shades of red and nude. The living room was in the same situation because Mercedes and Annette had insisted on helping Ingrid get her Halloween costume ready. Ingrid complained, of course, since ‘knights didn’t wear make-up’, but who could ever deny Mercedes? Not you, and not Ingrid either.

You were sitting upon the lid of the toilet, observing Dorothea’s carful movements. You weren’t going all out like she did. You had a black dress that you liked and cheap fake blood you found on a trip to the supermarket – this hectic year you had no time to prepare.

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just…” She turned around, her emerald irises glistening. “You are totally at his mercy.”

“I’m not”, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I thought I taught you well. But I guess that’s what happens when your first love strikes you…” She took the brightest shadow of red lipstick she could find in her purse and began applying it.

“That’s totally wrong!”, you protested, putting your phone a way to prove your point.

However, Dorothea was painfully right, as always. You had developed a soft spot for a certain redhead. In fact, you’d dare to say you hadn’t felt anything this intense for him before.

Had it been any other person, it wouldn’t be a problem. But it was Sylvain. The root of all evil. You didn’t trust him at all. Wasn’t it very suspicious that he all of a sudden was paying you attention? He might just want to hook up a couple of times and then disappear, because he had just ended his available catalogue of other women. Was he really like that? You’ve certainly seen him act like that. You’d better stay away from him. But what you felt around him had you addicted.

“So now you are telling me that if tonight he gets you cornered in a room at Hilda’s…” Dorothea lowered her voice, a husky whisper, to avoid the other girls from hearing her. “If he presses his – rather hot, not going to lie here – body against you and leans in all bothered… and then kisses you… you are going to say no. And then remain friends.”

“Yes!”, you lied with all the dignity you could muster.

“I don’t believe you!”, she shouted. In between laughs you threw at her a roll of toilet paper that moved her fake horns. “Stop! Don’t ruin my look, I’m almost finished.”

Dorothea faced you and fixed her cleavage. She was wearing a tight-fitting red dress made out of a velvet-like material, along with headband topped with red horns and a fake tail. The only thing she was missing was a trident.

“You make a good demon”, you commented, tilting your head.

“I’m a succubus. It’s not the same”, she pointed out.

“Of course.”

“Wait, what are you going to wear?”, she stepped closer to you. She inspected you from top to the bottom.

“This”, you stood up and gestured your own black dress with both hands.

“What?” She crossed her arms. “You need a costume!”

“I’m going to put on some fake blood too”, you answered. “I didn’t have time to prepare something else.”

“I’m already seeing the disappointment in Sylvain’s eyes.” She shook her head and tried to reach the doorknob. Then it hit you that you had been meaning to tell her something entirely different.

“Wait, Dorothea.”

“Yes?”, she seemed confused.

“I’ve been having nightmares lately. A lot of them.”

“About what?” Her tone was serious.

“It’s kind of weird.” You scratched your head. It was hard to put together all the scenes that appeared out of thin air at night. “The atmosphere is… like those movies Ingrid watches. But the characters are us. And there’s a war going on. There’s blood, death… I see everyone dying. And I dream that… someone with a speak goes right through my chest and I wake up with this unsettling pain where it hit.” You pointed the exact area.

“That’s worrying… Maybe you’ll have to see Manuela in the clinic.” She looked in deep thought. “Could it be the pressure from university?”

“Perhaps…”

You both went out of the bathroom to meet the other girls. Dorothea was watching you with the corner of her eye, and you feared that you might have worried her over nothing.

“Dorothea, you are breathtaking!”, said Mercedes as she saw her.

“Thank you”, the brunette smiled. “You are not so bad yourself as a …nun?”

“I love this costume! It always scares all the kids”, she laughed. And you wouldn’t have expected less of the queen of ghost stories.

The sight of her was unsettling. There was dark paint all over under her eyes and her lips that formed a stark contrast with the white base underneath. On the other hand, Ingrid was dressed as a knight, as she did every year. No surprises there. She looked ready to go jousting in any moment. Annette was dressed in a black outfit, completed by car ears and whiskers.

“I love Halloween!”, Mercedes exclaimed. “It’s my favourite holiday. Should we try an Ouija board session?”

“No way”, said Annette with wide eyes.

“I’ll pass too”, added Dorothea.

“What a shame. I’m going to get a glass of water,” Mercedes announced. She then said your name. “Care to join me?”

“Sure.”

You could hear the muffled sound of the conversation in the living room from the kitchen. Your hand reached for a glass in the cabinet. You filled it with water and offered it to Mercedes. She politely muttered a thank you, and drunk it slowly, not taking her eyes off you.

“I wanted to talk to you about something”, she paused, prudent as always, waiting for your response.

“What about?” You leant against the counter.

“It’s about Sylvain.”

The fact was not unforeseen at all. However, the fact that it was Mercedes carrying the message was unusual. You hadn’t seen her step in anyone’s affairs, so it must be serious. You gulped.

“I’m all ears.”

“I’m not going to beat around the bush. He hates women.” You remained silent, waiting for her explanation. “I’m her friend, and I’ve been for a long time. And I’ve had a lot of conversations with him… When a woman shows any interest in him, he thinks they’re after his family’s fortune, that they just want to brag of their relationship.”

“And what should I do with that information?” You said sceptically. You already knew all of that – you weren’t blind – but you didn’t see where she was going.

“I think you should be aware in case you are pursuing a romantic relationship with him.” She breathed in deeply. “I’m not saying he’s a bad person – I don’t think he is –, but he isn’t precisely nice when it comes to his girlfriends. Apparently he hasn’t always been like this… There were a few girls who took advantage of him, confirmed his fears, and now he feels entitled to use people as he wants. He can be the worst. And I’m afraid your feelings are pretty serious.”

“I’m not-”

“I don’t want him to break your heart. Even if you are made for each other, even if he seems completely in love with you, be careful. Anything can happen, because people who have been hurt often hurt others too.” She diverted her gaze.

“Are you telling me that I should just forget him?”

“I can’t tell you what to do, I just can give you my point of view. I don’t think he’s incapable of love… When he talks about you, he’s all happy and true. I’d never seen him like that. But I’ve also seen so many girls that tried to change him and failed…”

“That’s… hard to process,” you replied as you let out a nervous giggle. “But I think I can’t just move on.”

“Whatever you do, I’ll be here, okay?” Mercedes touched your shoulder lightly. “Let’s head back.”

The sky was dark and the moon was full. Your group walked down the main street to go to Hilda’s home, which was the closest to the campus. Her parents weren’t home, so she and Holst thought it would be a great idea to throw a party. None complained. Almost everyone you knew in high school was invited.

You weren’t exactly nervous. But Sylvain was going to be there and, even though there was some excitement within you, your mind was too busy second-guessing yourself and arousing doubt.

“What did Mercedes say?”, Dorothea whispered when the other three girls were distracted. She was always on the lookout for some gossip, just like Claude.

“She just wanted to warn me about the fact that Sylvain hates women,” you rolled your eyes.

“Well, it’s not untrue.” She smiled. “I’m sure she had good intentions.”

“I know, Dorothea. But it only makes me feel worse hearing it from the only person who had ever defended him.”

“Did it change anything though?” She placed her hand on your back Sympathetically.

“That’s the problem, it didn’t.”

“My poor baby.” She caressed your arm. “You look tired.”

“It must be the nightmares”, you concluded. “I couldn’t sleep that much yesterday.”

“Have fun today, will you? Everything will turn out fun if you do what your heart tells you.”

“That’s unexpectedly non-cynical coming from you”, you remarked, a smirk forming.

“Shush. You love me.” You hummed in agreement.

“Dorothea?”, Annette called her, turning around to locate her. “Where is Petra?”

“I still haven’t met her!”, exclaimed Ingrid.

“She must be already there! She went with Edelgard and Hubert,” answered Dorothea. “At first I wanted her to spend more time with other people but now I’m starting to miss the first few weeks when we were always together!”

As you arrived, Hilda opened the door. Her long, pink hair was tied back in a pony tail. She wore a white, lacy dress, and despite the beautiful eyeliner, she was kind of blue and had scars drawn all over her. You guessed she was a zombie bride. She had that sweet and satisfied smile of hers and a beer can on one of her delicate hands.

“Welcome, welcome! Come in! There’s a lot of people who will come later but we’ve already started. Ah, Petra’s waiting for you, Dorothea,” she said as she let you in the house.

“I’ll find her,” she said as she disappeared into the luxurious house. “Thanks!”

Mercedes, Anette and Ingrid entered too. Hilda was waiting for you, the last on line, on the doorframe. She winked at you.

“And you… Sylvain is coming in half an hour…”, she coyly remarked. “He’s coming with Felix, Dimitri and their brothers.”

“And that’s important because…?”, you played dumb.

“Not my business. Claude said that I should let you know”, she smirked. “Come in, let’s have a drink.”

Hilda hadn’t lied. The music was roaring, and all the rooms were filled with people occupying themselves in the entailments of a party. Right after you greeted everyone, when you were the tiniest bit tipsy, you saw Sylvain arrive, along with Dimitri and Felix. He commented something to his brother, Miklan, who went away with Glenn, leaving the trio alone. Sylvain’s brother looked angry and aggressive – the opposite of the atmosphere of the place, and you had a bad feeling about him. He was known for causing trouble, but you hoped Glenn and Holst could keep him at bay.

Felix and Dimitri weren’t wearing anything remarkable. Dimitri, a white shirt on his torso and a plastic sword on hand, took advantage of his eyepatch to look like a pirate, while Felix had a scary-looking mask on. Quite the opposite was their redhead friend. He was wearing a cliché vampire costume, cloak and fangs included. His white shirt was unbuttoned halfway. It was totally in character for Sylvain.

“Admiring the prey?”, Claude’s voice resonated on you back, startling you.

“Claude, are you a furry?”, you laughed as you saw him.

“I’m the big bad wolf!”, he deadpanned. “You forgot to say hi to your sweetheart, by the way.” He whispered, then yelled. “Hey, Sylvain!”

“Claude!” Sylvain waved him. However, when his eyes met your form, he turned serious. He acknowledged you with a nod. You wanted to approach him, but you were unsettled.

Right before you could do anything else, the Almyran grabbed your arm and muttered a ‘let’s go’. Both of you disappeared into a corridor filled with portraits of Hilda’s family members that led to the kitchen. Right before going into your destination, you stopped.

“What are you doing?”, you asked.

“We’re going to play never have I ever with Hilda in the kitchen”, he smiled.

“What’s with all the rush? She’s not going anywhere, it’s her house.” You withdrew from him. “Besides, I thought you wanted me to greet Sylvain.”

“We’re setting the trap, don’t worry,” he winked. “Sylvain’s going to fall onto your arms tonight.”

“No, no, no”, you stated. Mercedes’ words resonated in your head, which further entangled all your thoughts about anything related to Sylvain. “No romance today. It’s a bad idea,” you said unconvinced.

“I think you are not telling everything to me, but it’s happening. I have a sixth sense for that.” You grimaced. “Don’t believe me? Then let’s bet! If by 2 a.m. you have kissed him, you’ll give me your dessert for three weeks.”

“And if I win?” It seemed easy, right? Just stay away from Sylvain all night, and there wouldn’t be any trouble.

“I’ll take you on a date”, he affirmed without hesitation. It shocked you that he wanted a date.

“It seems like a win-win for you.”

“I’ll also give you my dessert, okay?” he sighed.

“Seems fair, I guess.” You shrugged.

“Are you sure about that?” He smiled mysteriously, went into the kitchen and, being the natural at social gatherings he was, took a shot glass and filled it to the brim.

There were a lot of Hilda and Claude’s classmates partaking in the game, while your other friends were scattered throughout the multiple rooms. Holst, dressed as the zombie groom to his little sister, popped in from time to time to either get more booze or control the situation.

The hours passed by and you lost track of all the people you were interacting with, but everyone seemed very cheerful. There were a lot of sweets – it was Halloween after all – and pizza. You remembered that at some point you shared a conversation with Petra after those booze games, and she talked a lot about Brigid and how she missed it.

Another highlight was when you heard a ruckus about someone trying to contact spirits with a makeshift Ouija. You suspected it was Mercedes trying to scare anyone. And Hilda held a costume contest where the only judge was herself and the main price was helping her with her homework. Many people participated. There were films playing in the living room and techno music coming from upstairs. Petra and Dorothea were stuck together all the time, which was a little weird for you since your brunette friend used parties as a way to find a good catch. All in all, everyone seemed to be having fun.

Perched in the safety of a sofa with Claude and Dimitri – who, by the way, didn’t dare to speak with you out of shyness -, you were having a marathon of the worst gore-horror-sci-fi movies you could find. As time passed, you observed there were couples sneaking away, going to Sothis-know-where, and some of them came back dishevelled, others simply vanished.

You watched the clock. 1:56 a.m. No sight of Sylvain. You wanted with all your heart to look for him and talk because you hadn’t interacted with him yet. Maybe there was no harm in that. Claude had been following you like a lost puppy all night, so it had been easy to ignore the urge, but now… The youngest of the Gautier brothers had been talking to older girls, passing right next to where you were. You almost dared to say he was trying to make you jealous.

You stood up and went to another lounge where there was music. Incredibly, Felix was dancing with Anette. You guessed Sylvain could be there.

But then you stopped in your tracks. You spotted your prince charming. He was with a blonde girl who caressed his cheek with her fingers. He whispered something in her ear, she took his hand and led him outside.

Your heart flopped. That was it, wasn’t it? Game over.

Dorothea came out of the room and bumped into you.

“Did you know I haven’t seen Ingrid in like an hour? I think she left with Ashe and-”. She cut her sentence. “Are you okay?”, asked Dorothea, focusing her attention on you. Petra was behind her.

“Yes, why?”

“You look like you are about to cry,” the girl from Brigid said.

“I feel like I’m going to throw up,” you lied. “I’m going to the bathroom. Be back in a minute.”

“May I go with you?”, Claude, who had followed you, intervened.

“No, I’m fine”, you lied again. You were tired of lying. “Don’t worry.”

You went away and tried to navigate to the bathroom. Maybe you could spill some tears or at least splash some water on your face. You traversed the enormity of Hilda’s home, your mind a bit cloudy with the drink and the disappointment, yet overall you were sobered up. Keeping it together in a crowded place was a real challenge, more when you had to smile to the people you knew as you passed them by, but you managed just fine.

You bumped into some shoulders, did what you could to reach the white door at the what seemed the most remote corner of the hall.

Once in the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

What were you going to do? You were ready to go home. Or you could take what Dorothea once said literally and ask Claude to sneak away with you. Yet, you scratched that possibility right away. It wouldn’t be fair for any of you. If you just could have gotten into your head what Mercedes said and sticked to your original plan, you’d be fine, having the time of your life with your friends. Instead, your doomed heart yearned for him in a way you couldn’t undo.

There was a black hole in your stomach. It seemed that your desperation grew the further he was from you.

Why were you surprised? It was inevitable that it happened. Everyone said so, everyone thought so. Were you for real harbouring the empty hope that he would choose you? Or that he even wanted you? He was just being nice. It seemed clearer now.

As you sunk in your despair and confusion, the door of the bathroom opened.

“It’s occupied!”, you exclaimed. Still, the figured entered without any care and closed the door with a loud hit.

“You were taking too long.”

That rough voice… You turned around. It was Miklan. He wasn’t wearing any costume, and had the same expression than before. His eyes were cold, his stare calculated. His presence was eerie, turning on all your alarms.

“Miklan, get out.” You were still, as if treating a wild animal. “I need to use the toilet.”

“You know me?” He said very pleased with himself.

“We were in the same high-school,” you reminded him

“I see.” He smiled, and you got goosebumps. “I’ve observed you all night.”

“Why?”

“My bother hasn’t got his eyes off you. So, I took an interest in you.”

“If you haven’t notice, he’s gone away somewhere with a busty girl,” you passed him, trying to get out of there. “So, it’s quite useless to play now the dutiful older brother or-”

“You could have some fun with me instead.” He grabbed your arm. So that’s what he wanted. “I’m not an asshole like him.”

“You are acting like one right now.” You tried to force your arm free, but it was useless. “Let me go.”

“Why Sylvain and not me?”, he grunted. His breathing was becoming heavier as his irritation grew. “If it was him and not me, you’d gladly fuck me here.”

Suddenly, you remembered your last nightmare. It was about Miklan. He had turned into some kind of black monster before your eyes. It had horrified you, and everyone who was around you. Sylvain was next to you during that dream, trembling, as his brother’s features were consumed by darkness. The dream had felt so real. You woke up in panic, cold sweat, breathing with difficulty.

“Go away, Miklan”, you said with anger. He leant in.

“Or what?”

Then, out of instinct, you punched him in the face as hard as you could. As he covered his scarred nose, which was then bleeding, you run away from the bathroom.

“Bitch!”, he yelled.

You run a few meters before crashing into a solid body. He was talking to you, but you were focused on escaping. You assumed he was your Almyran shadow for the night.

“Claude, let’s go. Now.”

“Claude?” Oh shit. It was Sylvain’s voice. You turned around to see his confused features. Why did he look so sad for no apparent reason?

“Sylvain?”. You were disconcerted. Wasn’t he gone?

Thereupon, his brother appeared around the corner. He had blood smeared on his face and he was red with anger. You had done a good number on him. You felt safer, because you were surrounded by people.

“Go away, Sylvain. I’ve got some unfinished business with that whore”, he said as he came closer to both of you, slow like a predator. Sylvain pushed you behind him, but you could see the gleam of fear in his eyes. Miklan terrified him.

“Fuck you,” you retorted to Miklan.

“I swear if you did something, I’ll-” Began Sylvain, but thankfully he didn’t have to finish.

“Time to go away, buddy.”

You had never been gladder to see Glenn, the only human who had been able to control Miklan – or so it was said. Behind him, Holst and Balthus, a school drop-out you had only heard about, stood like two bodyguards.

Still, the older Gautier considering fighting them. You could almost hear his thoughts. But, in the last moment, he relaxed.

“Goodbye, losers”, he huffed, then made a beeline for the exit. “Not like I’m going to see any of you fuckers ever again.”

“Are you okay?”, Holst asked you, worried. “You have a red mark on your wrist. And your knuckles have blood.”

“I’m fine. It’s his.” You were so relieved.

“That was a really good punch! A piece of art on his face,” told you Balthus with pride. He seemed like a good guy, but way too violent for your taste. “Take that as a compliment from the King of Grappling!” You nodded politely.

“He’s going to a military school tomorrow. We thought he’d do the least harm if he felt…included. Not the case. If you need anything…” Glenn explained with a serious tone.

“It’s fine, really.”

“Can I speak to you in private?”, Sylvain got into the conversation.

“I’m fucking done with the Gautier brothers today, thank you.” You escaped from the men to look for the backyard to get some fresh air. Yet Sylvain, not giving up, chased you.

“I’m sorry”, he said. He was suffering too, but you chose to ignore that. “Really. Miklan just tries to take everything from me, so he must have thought-”

“That I was your girlfriend? That’s ridiculous.” You didn’t stop, your aim right in front of you. You didn’t see that his lips formed a straight line as soon as the words left your mouth.

“The thing is, he wanted to hurt you in order to hurt me.”

“That’s unfortunate then! Had he known you were out there fucking anyone that crossed your way, he would have left me alone!” You felt the cold breeze when you stepped out of the building. “I don’t understand why he didn’t bother any of your flings!”

“For your information, I wasn’t fucking anyone.” Sylvain closed the doors behind him. You moved to face him, since he didn’t seem to be going away any soon, so you’d better get everything out of your chest. It might do the job and reconcile your emotions.

“I don’t need to know, Sylvain. It’s your life, enjoy it as you want.” There was poison in your voice, but you couldn’t contain the raw emotions that controlled you.

“I want you to know! She was shitfaced and wouldn’t separate from me, so I called her a taxi.” He crossed his arms. “Why are you acting like that anyways? You and Claude seemed to be having too much fun to notice anything I did.”

“What are you talking about?”, you replied with indignation.

“All those touches and laughing. He does the same in class and you let him do whatever he wants. And then you come and text me as if you were interested in me! Do you kiss him when you’re alone?” He was approaching you, seeking the confrontation. You didn’t yield.

“You’ve lost it Sylvain.” You were so close, you were almost touching. Your faces were mere inches from each other. “I’m not the one who uses people as he wants and then leave them! Why are you so jealous? I’m just another girl in the count, you can easily replace me!”

“You have no idea what you are talking about!”, he shouted.

“Then explain it! Is it that fucking difficult?”

“It is! I’m trying to tell you, but you won’t listen! I could never replace you!”

At last, you surrendered to your heart.

You moved towards him and kissed him. It was like a weight lifted from your body. His lips were soft and warm, a hearth during winter. You clung onto his cheap costume, for you wanted to feel his warmth as close as you could.

It took him a few seconds to get back to his senses, but when he did, he turned the kiss into a fierce one, tainted with desperation. He placed one of his hands against the back of your neck, the other around your waist. You were perfectly anchored to him. His touch was exquisite, soft, as if you were a porcelain doll. You opened your mouth, caressed his with your tongue. You decided he was your favourite flavour, and that you’d never get tired of kissing him. He was experienced, determined, and knew what to do to turn you on beyond limit.

He lifted your body and pressed you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist. He muttered a blasphemy. The next thing you felt, was his tongue back in your mouth. He was desperate to try your taste, to satiate the hunger that had been consuming him. You moved your hips, just in the slightest manner, because nothing he did was enough.

“We should stop,” he said, your taste lingering on his lips.

“Why?”

“We’re drunk. We were arguing.” You giggled. He wished he could hear that sound every day of his life. You disentangled your members from him and placed your feet on the floor, although he didn’t let go your waist.

“Don’t mess with me anymore Sylvain. Be clear. Don’t lie to me,” you pleaded.

“Okay.” He closed his eyes. “I tried to have sex with that girl before.”

“Oh”

“I was jealous of Claude. But I swear I didn’t do anything in the end.” His light brown eyes opened and gazed you sincerely. “I called a taxi for her, I didn’t lie.”

“What happened?” You asked softly.

“I was thinking about you. As I was crossing the door, I regretted everything and… Well, I put her in the car and went in again.” He sighed. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“You got me right here and now,” you reminded him.

“I don’t want to spoil this like I almost did.”

“You won’t spoil anything if you tell me the truth.” You sounded calm, but you were a wreck on the inside. “I can stand it if it’s just a one-night stand. Just… don’t lie to me. Tell me what I am to you.”

“Please, believe in me. Please.” You could hear now how he slurred his syllables. He was right, neither of you were in the best condition to do anything.

“Why do you think I will?”

“Because you’re here with me right now. No one else has ever believed in me. Not even myself.” You caressed his cheek.

“Sylvain…”

“I promise you I will explain everything tomorrow. My intentions, my behaviour… I’m just asking that you believe all that I say and don’t give up on me.” He stared at you, waiting patiently for your answer.

“Okay, Sylvain. I promise.”

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angelliev · 4 years ago

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Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Five - Heaven is with You

Word Count: 3.4K

Summary: It’s the masquerade ball. Secrets are spilled. Aria will share a passionate moment with JJ and a heartbreaking one with someone else. Some people will put on a mask to hide their lies, while others with take theirs off to show their true self.

Warnings: Smut, angst, cursing, alcohol/drugs, mention of abuse and pregnancy.

A/N: Sorry I didn’t post yesterday guys! I was visiting family for the weekend. I hope you enjoy reading this one. I was definitely having difficulty writing because not only was it hard to decide what I wanted to do with the story, but I was also trying not to cry while writing this one. I hope you enjoy! (Not my GIF. credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or any of the characters.)

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The hot sun beams down on me as I stay afloat in the pool. I am forever grateful for air conditioning. I don’t know how people do it. I’d melt away in the heat. I’m sitting by the edge soaking in the coolness of the water. I attempt to relax while soaking in the sun, trying to tan a little bit.

My grandmother Lorraine, comes outside. “Aria, what are you still doing in the pool? Come dry off and get ready.” She hands me a towel. “Where are we going?” I asked. “We’re going out for brunch, then to the spa and the tailor to pick up your dress. Now get out.” She demands. Lorraine Prescott is a lot like my father. Demanding and manipulative. Always getting what she wants.

“Thank you, but I think I’ll have to pass, I’m not going this year.” I decline. “No, you’re going. It’s the masquerade ball, you’ve gone every year and now you’re going this year, end of story.” She protests. “They do it every year and it’s not going to make a difference if I’m not there.” “Yes, it will. Your father is a very important guest, making you a very important guest, and it would be insulting for you not to go.” She argued. “I’m not going.” I still protest.

“Aria, get out the god damn pool you’re going! You’re such a fucking brat! Is it too much to ask for you to be a good daughter for once?” My father finally snaps and throws a plate on the ground, in result shattering it everywhere. I huff and pull myself out of the water. I couldn’t even look him in the eye without any trace of hatred in my own. He can just be so horrible sometimes. “Was that really necessary Claude?” My mom comes out very annoyed and angry which is very rare. I could see the guilt on my father’s face when he realized what he had said and done. “Aria, I’m sorry I didn’t mean any of that. I overreacted.” He apologized, but I didn’t care. “Your apology means nothing to me.” I spat and stomped away.

The whole day out was a drag. Lorraine was the phone the whole time and Jennifer was talking nonstop about her conceited self. She was mostly bragging about her perfect boyfriend Rafe Cameron. Lorraine is very fond of the Camerons, so it pleased her to know that her lovely granddaughter was dating someone of high class. When I get home and shower, I fling myself on the bed not ready for the night. My laptop starts to ring, alerting me that someone wants to FaceTime. I was more than happy to see my beloved’s face when I answered. JJ didn’t bother to wear a shirt as per usual, so I had to face the camera away from the door to make sure his face wouldn’t be seen if someone decided to barge in.

We talked about the usual stuff for a while. “God, I miss you so much babygirl.” His eyes turn dark as he eyed the silk robe hugging my body. The things I’d do to have him over he right now. “Me too lover boy. It’s a shame. I had a special surprise for you. I guess I’ll have to wait till next time.” I tease. “Oh yeah? What’s next time?” He asked. “My parents are flying to Las Vegas for a convention. My sister and her friends are taking a girls trip to Boston. So,” I begin to undo my robe, exposing my naked skin to him, making him smile and bite his lip. “We’ll have the place to ourselves. We can be as loud as we want.” “Mm, babygirl you’ve got me hard just thinking about the things I’m gonna do to you.” “I just can’t wait.” I can practically see the wheels turning in his head.

“Touch yourself for me babygirl.” He said with such lustful eyes. I couldn’t help but smile as I lay down and begin to rub figure eights on my clit. I then insert two fingers, letting them curl and thrust within me, chasing a high only JJ could give me. When I glance at the screen, his hand is running up and down his thick shaft. “Baby, I want you inside me so bad.” I cry. “Soon babygirl. Just imagine it’s my fingers curling inside you right now.” I let my mind race to the thought of him fingering me. God, I loved how his lengthy finger were always able to reach that sweet spot inside me. I just want to be engulfed in him. I just want him to kiss me with his undying passion and love for me. I just want to make love with him till I die. I just want him. Just as I’m about to bring myself to orgasm, a knock erupts on my locked door, the handle begins to jiggle.

“Why is this door locked? You know the rules!” Yelled my father. I let out an annoyed sigh before screaming into the pillow, sexually frustrated. “I’m getting dressed! Just give me a second!” I yell. “I got to go baby. I’ll call you as soon as I can.” I quickly shut the laptop and wrap my naked self in the silky robe. When I open the door, my father seems annoyed. “Why the hell aren’t you dressed?”

“I just got out of the shower and did my hair and makeup.” I say. Before my father could scold me anymore, my mother comes to my rescue. “Honey, I got this.” She says shooing him away and closing the door. “I can’t wait to see you all dressed up!” She’s referring to my spaghetti strap rose gold dress and matching color mask. I was a little astonished with the whole outfit. Normally, I don’t enjoy getting all dressed for events like these, but I sort of fell in love with this dress. I guess it sort of reminded me of the sundress I wore the night I lost my virginity to JJ.

“You look so beautiful sweetheart!” My mother gushed as she gazed at my appearance, kissing the top of my head. She has always been so sweet and kind to me. She’s always played with me as a child. Always encouraged me to pursue my dreams. Always accepted me for who I am. She has always had a warm heart and a kind soul. I wish my father was a lot more like my mom. “Thank you, mom. I love you.” I hold her hand. “I love you too, sweetheart. Now let’s go. You look like an absolute princess.” She compliments as she guides me out of the room.

Before I head downstairs, I head into one of the guest bathrooms, looking for a hand lotion. Without any luck, I open up the cabinet under the sink, and am still not having any luck as I’m rummaging around. Just as I’m about to ditch the idea, I found something much more interesting. My hand grips the Ziplock bag. I was taken by surprise as I scanned its contents. One positive pregnancy test and an ultrasound picture. I didn’t hesitate to take it out to examine. The fetus is tiny, so it couldn’t be that old. When I looked up at the patient’s name, my eyes nearly popped out of my sockets. Jennifer Prescott. I had to blink a few times to make sure it was real, thinking that the name would change, but it obviously didn’t.

“Aria come on!” Yells Lorraine. “Coming!” I frantically shove the evidence to the back of the cabinet before running downstairs, nearly face planting. “You okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Lorraine said. I just simply stared at Jennifer’s belly with wide eyes, still in shock. She just gives me the weirdest look as my eyes continued to stay glued to her stomach. “I’m fine. Just kind of spaced out.” I lied, finally getting a hold of myself. I sat uncomfortably in the car the whole way there. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My picture-perfect sister pregnant? With Rafe Cameron’s baby? Are you shitting me? I didn’t have time to be bored at the masquerade. I just stood there like a fucking statue, earning a few bizarre looks from guests.

“Can you at least look like you’re having fun?” Asked Lorraine. “What?” I asked cluelessly, still gazing at Jennifer and Rafe. Does he know? Does anyone know? She just lets out a frustrated sigh. My father and a stranger approaches us. “Hello, I’d let to introduce you ladies to Francis Kline. Francis, this is my mother, Lorraine Prescott.” They two exchange handshakes as I sip awkwardly on my sparkling cider lost in my own thoughts. “And this is my youngest daughter, Aria Prescott.” I didn’t even hear my name or notice the hand extending in front of me, until my dear grandmother stomps on my foot. “Oh, hi. Nice to meet you.” I say quickly before sipping again. “Likewise. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Instead of shaking my hand, he lifts it up to his lips before planting a kiss. This caught my attention making me choke on my drink, and earning a glare from both my father and grandmother. I quickly snatch my hand away from him.

“Are you alright miss? Is something wrong with the drink? I’ll have it taken care of right away.” He tries to take the glass from my grasp. “No! I mean no thank you.” The three are staring me down, making me nervous. “I have to pee. Like really bad. Like peegasm bad. Excuse me.” I say very quickly and high with a charming attitude before walking away with speed. On my way to the bathroom, I grab a bottle of champagne. After ten minutes of searching the empty halls, I still can’t find one fucking bathroom.

Before I can turn the corner, a hand clasps over my mouth and pulls me into a dark space. I let out a voiceless scream and start flailing. “Babe it’s me! JJ!” I recognize the voice and stop flailing. The light turns on giving my eyes no time to adjust. “You scared the shit out of me!” I slap his shoulder and take off my mask. He laughs. “I can see that. What’s with the champagne?” “Oh, I was about to get wasted. Want to join?” I ask popping it open and making a mess. “You had me at wasted.” The two of chuckle. “So, what brings you here Mr. Maybank?” I asked with a horrible British accent. “I couldn’t help but notice my lovely girlfriend walking alone. Thought I keep her company. Plus, I missed her so much.” He mocks my funny accent. “Well, why don’t you give this lovely girlfriend a kiss?” He just chuckles before pulling me close and laying one on me.

“By the way, who’s room is this?” I asked after pulling away. “Rafe Cameron’s. Which reminds me,” He answers with a devilish smirk and leads me to the balcony. I am introduced to a beautiful scene I thought you’d only see in movies. Candles are lit, the sofa is covered in rose petals soft jazz plays in the background, and there’s a beautiful view of the ocean.

“Are you trying to seduce me Mr. Maybank?” I ask, still in trance. “Perhaps, is it working Ms. Prescott?” He lays kisses on my neck which I expand, giving him more access. “Yes.” I sigh and finally find his lips in a passionate and loving kiss. His tongue lips my bottom lip, and I gladly let it slip into my mouth. God, I could kiss him forever.

He pulls away to rip off his clothes. I do the same, kicking off my pesky heels and long dress. My body shivers when a brisk breeze attacks my skin leaving goosebumps, but I don’t care, because I know things about to warm up soon.

A moan escapes my mouth when his bare skin touches mine as we lay on the large outdoor sofa. “I still can’t believe your mine.” He says. “Always have been. Baby, I was made for you.” I declare. This makes him smirk as he removes my panties leaving me completely naked. Instead of immediately plunging in, his mouth attaches to my breast, his tongue swirling around my bud. His hand finds my wet core. “You’re so wet babygirl. Were you as hot and bothered as I was?” He asked looking up at me. “Yes. Baby I want you so bad.” I begin to ramble. “What do you want babygirl?” “I want you inside me! I want you to fuck me till I can’t walk! Please, I want you so bad it hurts!” God, I sound so desperate, but I don’t care. He’s the only person in this world I’d get down on my knees and beg for.

“Don’t worry babygirl. Daddy’s going to make you feel all better.” That name was always a turn on for me, always making me more excited if that was even possible. He teases my drenched pussy with his tip as he watching me writhe under him. “Daddy please. Please fuck me.” I plead once more. He smirks. “That’s a good girl.” A blissful sigh escapes from both of us as he enters me, the two of us finally connected, not an inch of him is left exposed. He stays still for a few seconds, enjoying the silky warmth of my walls that hugs his thick dick so tight. “God, you’re going to be the death of me babygirl.” He says before pulling out, only to shove himself back in.

We don’t even bother to hold back our moans. I just lay back and let the pleasure engulf my every thought. Time is irrelevant as he continues to slam into me, not holding me back, missing the comforting feeling of me being around him. My eyes were glued to the starry night sky above. I can’t help but think how erotic all of this is, as my boyfriend fucks me under the stars. I completely let go as the two of us drown ourselves in this euphoric warmth, until we both fall into pure bliss. I could have sworn I could saw stars in his ocean eyes when I gazed into them. It was then when I realized that I wasn’t lost in the starry sky, I was lost in his blue eyes.

We lay there together listening the wave as JJ smokes his weed. The two of us remain silent as we simply watch the sky. “Do you ever wonder what’s up there?” JJ asked out of the blue. “Where?” His words made no sense to me. “Heaven. What do you think is up there?” I give it some thought before answering. “You.” I answer. His brows furrow in confusion. “What do you mean.” “I mean that if I were to go to heaven, I’d see you. There’s no such thing as heaven if you aren’t there with me.” When I glance over at him, I could’ve sworn I seen tears welling up in his eyes. “Do you mean that?” He questions. “Every word.” He places a soft kiss on my lips. “Aria, I” He’s interrupted by the sound of a door slamming shut. I turn to see who the intruder was.

There stands Jennifer with a face painted in shock. My heart stops for a moment before dropping to my stomach. I quickly cover my naked self with the blanket and quickly grab my dress. “I should’ve known you were hooking up with him, after all you’d open up those legs to anyone, you fucking pogue slut.” She spat and turned to walk away. “Wait!” I ran in front her, the straps on my dress falling, as I blocked the exit. “What are you doing?” I ask desperate for an answer. “To tell mom and dad. I’m curious as to what he would say when I tell him that his youngest daughter is fucking some pogue. JJ Maybank of all people.” Fear started to kick in. What I said next was unplanned. “And I wonder how he’s going to react when he finds out about your pregnancy.” JJ, Jennifer and I all freeze when the threat slipped from my mouth

I can practically see the panic wash over her body as it shakes. “And don’t try to lie to me. I found the test and ultrasound photo. I know all about it, and I won’t hesitate to tell dad.” “Just wait!” She shouts, desperation laced in her voice. “Don’t tell dad or Rafe. At least not now. Please, I’m begging you. They’d kill me.” So Rafe doesn’t know. “You haven’t told Rafe?” I asked astonished, but then again, I wouldn’t either. “No. It’s complicated.” Her lip begins to tremble. I have never seen her so scared or lose her cool. She’s always so calm and collected. “Well uncomplicate it for me.” I demand. A moment of silence takes over the room. JJ looks down at his blunt with a questioning gaze.

“Rafe’s not the father.” She says. “What?!” Both JJ and I exclaim collectively. “Wait, I’m confused. So, who’s the father?” I asked, feeding my curiosity. “Andrew Coleman.” She sighs. “Who the fuck is that?” The name has never crossed paths with me before. “He’s a lawyer. He lives in Boston. I’ve been seeing him for almost three years now.” The news came pouring out of her mouth. Words can’t describe the astonishment that courses through the room. “That’s why you keep going to Boston. To see him.” She doesn’t even respond as I finally connect the pieces. “But what about Rafe?” The question made her snap all of the sudden.

“Who cares?! I hate him! He could go to hell for all I care! I can’t stand him! He deserves to die! After everything he has done to me! He’s a violent and abusive asshole! He beats me, cheats on me with my best friend, and expects me to fuck him! And you know what the worst part is? Everyone thinks he’s some kind of perfect golden boy, but they’re all wrong. He’s the fucking devil and I wish I put a bullet through is head when I had the chance!” Every word that escaped her mouth had rung through my ears. She slides down to the ground as she sobs, her walls finally fall.

“Why didn’t you tell me this Jennifer? Why didn’t you ask for my help sooner?” I ask tears welling in my eyes too. “Because when I told dad that Rafe was abusing me, he called me a lying slut and said he’d kill me if I messed up my relationship with Rafe. He cares more about him than his own daughter, and I’m no better than him. I took out all my anger on you, because I was jealous.” Her confession felt like a punch to my stomach. “Why?” She just looks up at me.

“Because you got to live a life of happiness. With real friends and apparently a boyfriend who doesn’t hit you, while the man I love lives all the way in Boston. I should’ve been a better sister to you, but instead I lashed out at you all the time making your hate me, and for that I’m sorry.” Her words were genuine as she cried. I began to cry too.

“You’re my sister. I could never hate you. You might get on my nerves sometimes, but I could never forget the times you were there for me. Like when you carried me home after I broke my ankle after falling of my bike, or the time you stood up for me when that bully was throwing rocks at me. That’s the real sister I know. I just wish you told me all of this, so I could help you.” She hugs me tight and suddenly. It took me by surprise at first. I can’t remember the last time I shared a hug with my sister.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t deserve to have a sister like you. I treated you so horribly. I just want to make things right. Please forgive me. I can’t live with you never forgiving me.” She sobbed louder. “I forgive you, but I need you to let me do something. Both her and JJ looked at me waiting for what I said. “Let me help you leave the Outer Banks.”

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wolffyluna · 5 years ago

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A Ferdinand/Claude fic, for @ferdinands-love-club/ @stag-of-almyra.

I’m going to be open for Ferdinand rare pair requests for the next week or so, so feel free to send some in!

Ferdinand knew horses. He’d grown up around them, and learned to ride them as soon as his parents felt confidant he wouldn’t immediately fall off. He knew how horses thought—their love of their herd, their mixed curiosity and fear at new things, they way they responded to fright and treats and leg pressure. He understood them.

He knew dogs, too. To a lesser extent then horses, but he could read their body language well enough to recognise fear and joy and prey-lust and excited obedience.

He did not know wyverns. He knew they were ridden, like horses. He knew they were predators, like dogs. So it seemed reasonable enough to assume they were half way between horses and dogs, until he found any differences. And it was a duty of a noble to give it all your all in your assigned tasks, and to show initiative, and so he went to retrieve the wyvern he would be riding for this week’s assignment by himself. He knew which stable she lived in, and had enough instruction to know how to tighten her girth strap and lead her out, and that was, in theory, all he needed to do.

He felt prepared.

It was, unfortunately, a false sense of preparedness.

He had walked in, tried to tighten her girth strap, and immediately gotten bitten and backed into a corner for his trouble.

A noble did not call out for help needlessly, so he was a bit stuck. Only a little, of course. Once he worked out how to approach her, without her attempted to puncture his flesh again , he would be set.

He stared at her. It was how he had cowed his father’s guard dogs, who forgot they should not try to menace their master’s son. Assuming wyverns were doggish horses had in some ways gotten him into this mess, but it was his best idea for how to get out of it.

She stared back.

“Well, you seem a little stuck.” Claude leaned over the stable gate, hands dangling into the stable itself (courageously close to the snapping jaws of an enraged wyvern, by Ferdinand’s read.)

“Only momentarily—”

“You’ve been there ten minutes. Petra’s been waiting.” He paused, and looked at Ferdinand’s arm. “Also, you’re bleeding.”

Ferdinand conceded his staring contest to look down at his own arm. “So I am,” he said, somewhat puzzled. He’d felt the scrape of her teeth, but he had assumed it was merely that, a scrape, and that she had not broken skin. …he hoped that the scent of blood did not make wyverns go strange, as it did for horses and dogs.

“You’d better get that checked out, wyvern bites are nasty.” He opened the door, and strode in nonchalantly. “And considering you’ve been bitten, I’d better help a pal out.”

“It really is not necessary—” he said, vainly trying to save face.

Claude tightened her girth strap in one move, and the wyvern merely squinted in annoyance. “Don’t worry about it, they always give the first-timers trouble.” He left with a jaunty wave. “Good luck!”

Ferdinand paused for a second, before he realised the thing he had forgotten to do. “Thank you very much for your assistance!” he called out.

Claude didn’t seem to notice. (Or maybe he did, and felt no need to react? Ferdinand had the trick for reading horses and dogs. He hadn’t found the trick for wyverns, and he was not sure he had found the trick for Claude.)

***

Ferdinand walked back to the wyvern stables after breakfast the next morning, bandage tight around his arm, and Manuela’s admonishment still ringing in his ears (“Don’t ride with an injury like that! And certainly don’t leave a wyvern bite untended for hours, their mouths are nasty things—“)

Claude caught up with him, and handed him a bowl. “Here you go: a bribe.”

Ferdinand took it automatically, and looked down. It was bowl of old sausages from yesterday’s breakfast, that didn’t smell like they had turned yet, though he was reluctant to put them to the test in his stomach. He blinked at them, and paused. What was the most polite way to say to your better “Please do not bribe me, it is unbecoming conduct for a noble to accept a bribe” and “Please do not bribe me, I do not want old sausages”?

Claude saw his confusion. “For the wyvern. Their just like people: quickest way to their hearts is through their stomachs.” He winked.

“Thank you once again for your assist—”

“Don’t mention it. I’m just paying it forward, pal.”

***

Claude and Ferdinand saw each other at the wyvern stables more and more. Ferdinand seemed quite taken with the creatures, after his unfortunate first impression. Claude couldn’t blame him—they were strong willed, and independent, and generally only took suggestions instead of commands, but they were lovely animals.

Over time Ferdinand, went from someone he merely called ‘friend’ or ‘pal,’ to an actual one. He was loyal and driven, and his noble ideal was much less “I am better than everyone” and more “I should strive to be better than everyone,” which, while an odd philosophy, was one Claude could respect.

They gave advice to each other on assignments, Claude teaching him about wyverns, and Ferdinand imparting horse-y wisdom.

(Claude sat on the arena’s sawdust floor, hip still sore from his fall, after his mount spooked at a wall they had ridden past twenty times before with no incident. “I don’t quite see what you seen them.” He shook his head. “They’re far too flighty.”

Ferdinand hopped off his horse, to lend him a hand up. “That could be true,” he said. “But once they trust you, once you are part of their herd—that loyalty, that partnership, is like little else in this world.”

He took the hand, and brushed the dirt off his pants once he was upright. “I don’t mind my partners not listening to me, from time to time, if they didn’t throw me off when they get scared.” )

When they had free time, they shared tea together, and discussed politics and history and philosophy and duty and riding.

It was a good friendship. And it would stay like that: friendship. Nothing more.

Even if Ferdinand had some interest in him, his noble ideal did seem to involve marrying someone and having as many Crest-bearing babies as possible. He’d said as much, even if not directly about himself. Spoke while sipping his bergamot about the duty of Crest bearers to protect those he did not have them, and to protect future generations of those lacking Crests by making future generations of bearers.

And, well, that wasn’t going to happen between the two of them. Better save the heartbreak there and then.

Plus, even if Ferdinand was speaking in general, rather than specifically about his own duties—when he wasn’t chasing after the noble ideal, he was chasing after the ideal of Edelgard. Which maybe wasn’t super healthy, but Claude wasn’t going to judge. But he could see all the little ways he could twist it, point Ferdinand’s ideals at him, make himself the object of that idealistic devotion with just a few words here and there over tea and cleaning wyvern tack. Ferdinand thrived on goals and ideals and it would be so simple to just change the direction he pointed ever so slightly--

It was tempting. The idea made him feel slimy. So he put that plan in the “don’t” bucket and tried to forget he’d ever thought about it.

And then Edelgard went and made that temptation a moot point, and his and Ferdinand’s friendship too. Maybe some people could stay friends with the person who drove them out of a monastery, and made a serious attempt to do kill them, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t that person.

It was a shame, really.

***

4 years later.

Claude stared through a palace window.

A messenger skidded to a halt next to him, panting. “My lord, there is someone in the courtyard who insists on seeing you.”

That didn’t surprise him. He’d just seen a wyvern rider coming in, hard and fast—not wearing Leicester colours, a skilled flier, but still having trouble dodging the arrows and wyvern riding guards aiming for him and—well, it wasn’t like Fódlan lacked for red heads, but he still had a quiver of hope in his heart. (He hoped that that was who was demanding an audience. When the strange wyvern rider dropped out of the sky, he could not tell if it was to land, or because they had been struck in the heart by an arrow.)

He walked to the courtyard as fast as he could.

Standing on the tiles, an old wyvern, battle scarred and with the brand of Garreg Mach on her shoulder, scratched her head. In front of her, stood a warrior in Black Eagles colours, but with every bit of insignia painstakingly seam-ripped out, and long red hair. Ferdinand. He looked different. Not just older, but older—having the bearing of someone who had seen some shit, if he had the liberty of being vulgar in his own head.

(He wondered if he looked older to Ferdinand, too. The beard would help.)

Ferdinand sank to one knee, formal and courtly and like an example illustration from an etiquette book. “My liege,” he said.

“I’m not your liege.” Because he wasn’t. Ferdinand was the Duke of Aegir, so his liege was Edelgard nigh definitionally. And he had followed her to war, and if that didn’t count as vassalage then nothing did—Even discounting that, he wasn’t going to point that devotion at himself deliberately if he could help it. Not now.

Ferdinand looked up at him—a breach of etiquette, and it surprised Claude that Ferdinand didn’t seem to care. He spoke fast, a shake of adrenaline and twinge of desperation in his voice. “Yes. Yes, you are. I am making—I am formally requesting to be your vassal.”

Claude lifted him up by the shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. If asked, he’d say it was to try and read Ferdinand’s intention, see if he was lying—but he didn’t need to. Ferdinand was a man of honour. If there was anything he would not play false on, it was matters of lieges and vassals and duties and loyalties. He’d only admit it to himself, but he was just looking at Ferdinand’s face, trying to map what had changed and what had stayed. (It was definitely Ferdinand. He was older, less bright—but he was Ferdinand.)

He stared back—ready for rebuke, but determined to stay at Claude’s side.

How could he say no? He embraced Ferdinand, and clapped him on the back. “It’s good to have you back, pal.”

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happy-haunts · 5 years ago

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Captain Blood (Pt.1)

Captain Blood (Pt. 1)

Chapter one | Constance pt.1 : Constance pt.2

Chapter two | Mister Topper pt.1 : Mister Topper pt.2

Chapter three | Madame Leota pt.1 : Madame Leota pt.2

Chapter four | The Hostess

Chapter five | Captain Blood pt.1 : Captain Blood pt.2

Chapter six | Emily DeClaire pt.1 : Emily DeClaire pt.2 : Emily DeClaire pt.3

Chapter seven | Finale

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES OF VIOLENCE AND ABUSE!

Constance moved toward me first but with a wave of my hand she was knocked back.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” I lifted my arms on either side of me, “Surely you weren’t just planning to attack me? I thought you ladies had questions!”

Red got up and I waved my hand again but this time nothing happened, she walked toward me as I kept trying to propel her backwards and then punched me in the face, now if I wasn’t a gentleman I would have retaliated.

And I am not a gentleman.

I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the wall - we went spiraling through the insulation till we were back in the hallway, Red’s form solid now as I pinned her to the ground.

“You killed Emily and you’re making everyone in the mansion miserable!”

“Red!” Constance and the Hostess were in the ‘Cast members only’ doorway, I looked as Constance followed her shout with a gasp.

“What is going on?” My body went rigid which gave Red ample time to flip me off of her and pin me down herself, I looked past the red glowing woman to see Emily standing just down the hall - I had to reach her before…

I felt a cold sensation in my chest and I reached out my hands.

“Let me up! Before she-!”

“Before she what? Remembers everything you’ve done?” I was overwhelmed with the feeling in my heart.

“It’s too late, Emily can… passively influence someone with emotions.” Emily waved her hand and smiled.

“Oh that’s just a little party trick, my real talent is that I can cry on command!” Her smile remained on her face as Red and Constance both looked very concerned. Red let me up and we all returned to the Hostesses bedroom - since it seemed we had all calmed down. “So what WERE you two doing on the floor?” Emily nudged my ribs while wiggling her eyebrows in a suggesting manner.

“Why are you so chummy with him? He’s been forcing you to forget the life you lived! And it’s effecting the other members of the mansion.” Red placed her hands on her hips, “And I’m not into guys, especially not murderers.”

“Hey!” Constance shouted.

“Except you, my deadly dame.”

“I already knew he was making me forget, but he had good intentions! I promise!”

“You knew?” I was even shocked, I had thought she would forget no matter what.

“Yes, but that is no reason to fight!” She wagged her finger at the lot of us, “Do you two want to end up like the dueling brothers? Permanently damaging each other for all eternity?”

“No…” Red and I responded in unison.

“What was that?”

“NO!”

“And YOU mister, you need to explain yourself to these ladies! And stop brainwashing me if it’s hurting the mansion! You’re job is to try to keep us all safe, like Terra, alright?”

“Fine…” I rolled my eyes while crossing my arms.

“Don’t give me that tone!”

“Hold on,” Constance chuckled, “Why do you let HER talk to you that way?” I could feel heat filling my cheeks but tried my best to keep my expression taut.

“Why don’t you mind your business?”

“William!” Emily jabbed me in the gut with her finger, “Be nice! Why don’t you just tell them about your mortal life?”

The two girlfriends were laying on their chests on the bed, chins in their hands, and legs kicking back and forth while the Hostess sat on the floor holding a pillow to her chest.

“Yeah, go on William!”

“Tell us!”

I tried to fight the urge to tell them anything, but the coldness in my chest turned warm - turning my gaze to Emily I saw she was eagerly awaiting my story as well.

“Fine…”

❧

I had a painstakingly boring upbringing, learning from the same tutor everyday, practicing the same instruments, and hearing the same criticisms.

“William I don’t understand why you’re slacking, your brothers never had test scores this low.” or. “William I don’t know why you aren’t picking up the violin - Dorian plays it like a professional.” And even, “William I just don’t understand why your papers are so poorly written, Vincent’s writings are just so fascinating.”

My brothers were fantastic at everything as far as my parents were concerned, you would think this would reflect into my two older siblings but… no.

Dorian was the middle child, he never once even mentioned to me how he excelled in certain subjects. No, Dorian rather spent his time asking me about outfit choices and if his hair looked okay - not exactly humble but he wasn’t cruel either.

Vincent wasn’t boastful either, he spent his times musing about the afterlife or what the ghost of our grandmother had to say regarding my parents poor furniture choices. You see my brother believed he could speak and see the dead - which lead him to fantasize about one day joining the afterlife and wearing a noose around his neck.

The start of things changing happened when the town heard the news.

“So I saw Mrs. Hatchaway this evening in town.” My step-mother said as we all were sat at the dining table.

“Did you?” My father was cutting into his pork chops, “Has she considered marrying her daughter to one of our sons?”

“No dear, she told me that the Mayor’s son has passed away.”

“Claude? Why he couldn’t have been much older than Dorian … What happened to the poor boy?”

“Seems he was mixed up in a carriage accident with a slave woman.”

“Such a shame, people are dying more and more these days.”

Vincent nodded in agreement, “Yes the lucky ones get to go out so much sooner.” He leaned on his palm as he popped part of his pork chop in his mouth. “What a blessing to be young and dead.”

“I have to agree with Vincent,” Dorian chimed in as he wiped his cheek while inspecting his reflection in a steak knife. “I would much rather be young and dead than living long enough to get all…” He shuddered with his tongue sticking out. “… wrinkled.”

“Well it’s too late for that, it seems.” I pulled on the corner of my eye - indicating to Dorian who shrieked and looked closer at his knife.

“That is not funny William!” My step-mother scolded. “Apologize.”

“I’m sorry Dorian’s face looks like a raisin.” I shrugged and wiped my mouth with my napkin.

“What a good joke!” Vincent patted my back, “And a very accurate depiction of decaying skin.”

“YOU THINK MY SKIN IS DECAYING?!” Dorian was breathing heavily, “I need to be excused!” He threw his napkin down as he hurried to the washroom, leaving Vincent and I to snicker.

“Both of you that is enough, William I have no idea what to do with you.” Step-mother sighed, her hazel eyes glaring at me. “I would have thought we reminded you well enough to act better.”

I rubbed my bandaged hand while looking down to my empty plate.

“George, perhaps we need to try again, Elizabeth says that usually once isn’t enough.”

“Mary … I don’t know.”

“I wouldn’t worry mother.” Vincent chimed in, “William is still so young - personally I think you didn’t even need to remind him the first time … PERSONALLY I think it was rather cruel you reminded him at all -.”

“Excuse me, I don’t think I need to sit in on this conversation seeing as no one has once asked my opinion on the matter.”

“Sit down William, of course we would like your opinion on the matter.” My father tried his best to be understanding of the situation I found myself in.

I was a bastard.

My mother was a ‘slave’ as the town called her, they also called her a harlot and a temptress. Because apparently my parents COULDN’T have loved each other since they were of two different social classes, no, instead my father was a victim to a devil woman.

And I was the result of it.

But my father persuaded my step-mother to keep me, since I looked nothing like my birth mother. This also meant I never got to know my mother because that woman sent her away.

“I don’t think we do.” My step-mother corrected my father, “He’s hardly earned the right.”

“Just like we had no right to cremate dear Granny.” Vincent sighed, “And yet we did, now everyday when she coughs a little bit of her ash comes out.”

“Shut up, you can’t talk to ghosts.” I grumbled while rolling my eyes, “If you can then why don’t you find the Topper’s? They were ‘mysteriously’ never found right?”

“I don’t think anyone would believe me if I did say.”

“Because you don’t know, is there anything your imaginary friends CAN help with? Other than reminding us we messed up Granny’s burial?”

“Yes actually, they told me we have a visitor during the night in our graveyard.”

Father and Step-mother seemed rather alarmed, “A grave robber perhaps?”

“No … It seems our visitor is mourning.”

“That can’t be, there are no Gracey’s visiting.” Step-mother mumbled, I couldn’t fathom why it was they insisted to take Vincent so seriously! I excused myself from the table again and headed out to the graveyard - at least if there really was a grave robber or something I had somewhere to place my frustrations.

❧

Hours passed while I sat leaned against an unmarked headstone, inside the house I could hear them shouting, father and step-mother.

“You baby him too much! That is why he isn’t excelling!”

“I’m trying! Lord Mary can’t you see I’m trying?”

“Obviously not hard enough!”

I closed my eyes while they screamed, trying my best to fall asleep instead of listening to them argue about what was wrong with me.

I felt something brush against my hand in the grass - making me flicker my gaze open and grab onto someone’s wrist.

“I’m sorry!” A girl dressed in black shouted, she winced as if I was about to strike her.

“Who are you?” I looked at what brushed against my hand, flowers?

“E-Emily …” She whispered, “I just… I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“What the hell are you doing here anyway?” I released her wrist and leaned back on the headstone with my arms crossed.

“Oh, I’m just placing flowers on the graves.” She gave a sad smile, if I hadn’t have been looking so closely I would have missed it. Her lips tilted upwards but her eyes remained tired and dark.

“Why? They aren’t your family.” She took a seat beside me now, holding a bouquet of wildflowers, her tanned fingers were caked in dirt.

“Because my family is … far away… So I thought I would remember the people here.” Emily traced her fingers over the faded headstone letters.

“How ridiculous, none of these people would care about you when they were living - I wouldn’t give them the time of day.”

“You don’t know that, this one could have been the kindest man you had ever met, and that one with the purple flower could have been an amazing opera singer.” She paused a moment as she considered the two headstones beside each other. “They could have been lovers, but they were only brought together by death.”

“Or they were stuck up rich people who only choose to talk to someone if they’re the same social class.” She bowed her head sadly, picking at her flowers.

“Maybe they were loving parents…” I thought she was trying to take a jab at me initially, but then I noticed the tears watering the flowers in her hands. “Maybe they shouldn’t even be in a grave … Maybe they should be walking through the door, apologizing for taking so long.”

“Hey, are you okay?”

She lifted her head and wiped away the tears with a smile, “Of course! It’s my fault really, I have allergies and here I am picking flowers.”

“Don’t lie to me, was that … did you lose someone?”

“It’s nothing really.”

“Hey! I said don’t lie to me!” She chuckled and gave a sad nod.

“My parents passed away about a week ago maybe? I honestly can’t tell, I’ve been cooped up in my room most of the time … It was my fault though, I insisted they take a night for themselves and then …” Emily hugged her knees. “They had an accident that night.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, it just feels so good to talk about it.” She smiled, a genuine smile, I was almost knocked backwards when I saw it. There is little I can do to describe it, it was a smile that conveyed such a feeling inside me as if I were enveloped in warm arms - as if I was just told everything will be okay, that things will work out.

As if I were falling…

“I’m - um - glad I could help.”

“Will you be here tomorrow night? I’d love to see you again.”

“Y-yeah I’ll be here!” I answered so quickly, what was even the matter with me?

❧

I hardly got any sleep that night - because when I dreamed I dreamed of her, she was in a white sundress in a field of those flowers she picked, Her blue eyes were turned to me as that smile kept me entranced. I walked toward her, taking her soft hands only for her to move toward me and right before she would kiss me.

I would wake up.

I had entirely given up on trying to sleep the rest of the morning so I headed into the dining hall where sounds of the servants preparing breakfast could be heard.

“A bit early for you isn’t it William?” Vincent was already sitting at the table with a glass of orange juice in his hand, beside him was another glass which had already been emptied. “Just in time! Granny was telling me all about your date last night.”

“And was ‘Granny’ watching through the kitchen window?”

“Now William, I would never spy on your entire conversation … Just the interesting bits.”

“There wasn’t anything interesting anyway, just some girl leaving flowers in the graveyard.” Vincent leaned over to me as I took a seat beside him.

“Just a girl that is keeping you from getting any sleep right now.” I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. “I had a love like that once, and then she went to study abroad … Ah what I would do for just one more conversation.”

“She’s not my love and I’m not IN love, if mother and father have shown me anything it’s that love creates nothing but bitterness.”

“You have your own life to live, don’t let anyone keep you from what makes you happy.” I couldn’t help it but I actually smiled to Vincent.

❧

Emily and I met up in the graveyard several times, mostly we would talk about life and the things that bothered us but overtime we transitioned into teaching each other to dance. I can’t say I was surprised that Emily was so light on her feet, but I was impressed with how fast she could pick up any dance. This also lead to her teaching me new songs since her parents used to sit with her when they had a moment of peace, and sing her to sleep. Her voice was lovely … it was lovely in a way that broke my heart, a tune that sounded warm and inviting but beneath it felt lonely.

Amazingly as days moved forward life at home didn’t seem quite as dreary, my father and I became closer - he would often share stories about my mother … About how much he loved her. My brothers and I even grew closer as I asked Dorian for advice on what I should wear to impress Emily, I asked Vincent what things I could talk with her about? His answer of course was to talk about the family since we were in the graveyard, surprisingly good advice.

Step-mother seemed to have gotten worse, she would silence herself at the mere mention of the graveyard girl - as well as I believe she may have overheard father talking about his affair with my mother.

But that day…

I know she had something to do with that day.

“I don’t understand! What have I done?” I screamed at father.

“Your mother and I agree that you’ll be taught proper discipline in the Naval forces.”

“She is NOT my mother!”

“You will hold your tongue! This is why you need to be sent away! You are a spoiled boy and that GIRL has filled your head with fantasies!”

“FANTASIES? Because someone actually cares about me even if I am a bastard? Because she doesn’t pity me like YOU PEOPLE!”

Vincent had stepped into the library where we were talking, “Finally! Vincent tell them! They think I should be sent away!”

“Well William, given the news I heard it’s better for you this way.”

“WHAT?!”

“You don’t understand the spirits-.”

“OH MY GOD! ENOUGH WITH YOUR STUPID SPIRITS!”

“Fine! Let’s not lie to the boy! He wants it outright!” I had never seen Vincent angry before, but he marched toward me and grabbed the collar of my shirt. “You managed to piss off that girl’s grandfather! And unless you want to end up on his list you’ll leave!” He shoved me into the bookshelves and huffed. “I invite death, brother, but I’ll hang myself before I have you die first.” And as soon as he was there he left.

“What about Emily?” I growled while I looked to my parents, “I’ll go anywhere so long as I know Emily won’t be punished.”

“She’ll probably be sent to a convent, same as your mother, for being a harlot.” Step-mother sighed, holding her arms as she looked at me sadly. I wasn’t happy hearing that but a convent was better than an asylum.

“She isn’t a harlot, and I’ll hurt anyone who harms her.”

❧

The first ship I got on I was worked to the bone, sword training, mopping the decks, carrying produce to the galley, and various other tasks before finally given real sailing experience.

Everyday I worked on that ship I grew more and more tired, we hardly got food and hardly got paid, I could see in the faces of my crew-mates that they were exhausted.

I had every intention of making it to Captain one day - to getting my own ship- but due to the conditions I sprang at the opportunity to start a mutiny.

And once we had the ship we were unstoppable!

It’s amazing what one can accomplish with a happy crew, we went from town to town and took what we pleased! I gained a reputation from my ruthlessness - Captain Blood they called me, for the ‘B’ burned into my hand.

Part time I would also take jobs from the Kings, Queens, Mayors, and Moyoresses whom requested I ‘get rid’ of the undesirables in their cities. Undesirables can be a lot of things, homeless folks, thieves, and even gypsies. So it was no surprise to get a letter from the Mayor of Liberty Square requesting my services to ‘get rid’ of a band of gypsies loitering in their town.

I also considered this letter as a way to perhaps visit my parents and see how they had been getting on as of late.

❧

We made port along the river and I made it my mission to visit the mansion first - only to find out … Father and Step-mother had passed away.

Upon asking the town they had claimed someone killed them in their sleep, taking nothing from the mansion other than its former owners. Vincent and Dorian both had their own mansions by now and so this one was left to rot, I found it rather suitable that I might take this mansion in place of my parents - and seeing as I was on my way to speak with the Mayor…

I knocked upon his door only to have a servant woman answer and lead me inside to wait in the foyer.

I inspected the mayor’s pictures on the walls, most were of his son - Claude I believe? I could hardly remember seeing as I hadn’t been back here for years. There was something familiar about Claude though, he had remarkable blue eyes - I could have sworn I had seen them somewhere before? If he hadn’t passed away I surely would have tried to bed the man, he was quite handsome.

“Captain Blood.” Came a deep voice from the entrance to the dining room, standing in the doorway was a large man with white hair and a white beard.

“Ah, Mister Mayor! A pleasure to make your acquaintance, I heard you had a problem with a little band of gypsies.”

“Just one.”

“One? From the letter it seemed you were referring to an entire band?”

“The issue of the group has been dealt with by other disgruntled townspeople, however there is one that is still pestering my town.” His eyes seemed to glance to the stairs for a moment before he looked back into my own. “The town has begun referring to her as the canary, normally something so minuscule as this could be handled myself but…” He closed his eyes with a frustrated sigh, “Evidently she’s convinced those of the law and citizens alike that the structure of this town and class systems are to just be ignored, which is why I’ve turned to you for help in this matter - a man with murder in his blood surely can bring her here so I can see to it she is dealt with accordingly?”

I scratched my chin a little as he spoke, this wasn’t just any regular job where I could find new homes for some unfortunate people - it seemed the Mayor was more concerned with keeping his position as the top of some class system.

“I’m not sure I completely agree with your logic, one person can’t overturn how a society is ‘structured’ overnight, and besides towns change! People die off! Some things are inevitable!”

“No!” He stepped toward me but composed himself almost immediately after, “We should not let a born criminal roam the streets impacting those around with lies, the lies should be stopped and the criminal punished accordingly.”

“Do you not trust your own people to think for themselves, Mayor?” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back onto the wall decorated with his family portraits. “I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase ‘you can lead a horse to water but cannot make them drink’, correct?”

“Horses can be broken.”

“I don’t think you understood what I was saying-.”

“I understand that you are not willing to proceed with my request, and if you will not change your mind Captain I would prefer if you would leave my home.”

“Well that is the other interesting thing, I am looking to purchase a plot of land here, that abandoned mansion specifically.” I nodded in the direction of, what I could assume was the mansion next door.

“I already have a gypsy pestering my town Captain, I do not need your kind as well.”

“How about this, you let me purchase that mansion and any of my men that stay back with me are yours to pay to find this enchanting canary girl for you? After all I have some rather sketchy lads in my outfit I’m sure one of them has so few morals as to fulfill your request.” This made the Mayor consider me for a moment.

“Alright, agreed.”

“I do have one stipulation, no murdering, you see murder in a little town like this can get so out of hand and I don’t need the heartache of my men going through that - not to mention this canary business is so tedious, so if that stands to reason with you?”

“Why of course, Captain, I would never wish to be so corrupt as to attempt a murder.” His smile didn’t convince me much but I could only really take this man at his word.

“Good enough for me, now if you excuse me I have a mansion that needs renovating.”

❧

I worked tirelessly with my men on building the mansion, bringing wood, wallpapering, and polishing old marble. It was a sight to behold - if my parents could see it now.

And that night as celebration we snuck into the town- I could hear the gypsy caravan’s music in the distance, I think I got through two houses with a sack full of silvers and gold when I heard my men laughing in the distance as well as another voice.

“Got a whale of a tale to tell you lads! A whale of a tale or two! Bout the flappin fish and the girls I’ve loved on nights like this with the moon above! A whale of a tale and it’s all true I swear by my tattoo!” I rounded the corner and almost laughed, my men were clapping and singing with a little gypsy girl. “There was typhoon tessie!” The girl hopped up on a lamppost across the street, “met her on the coast of java! When we kissed I… bubbled up like molten lava!” She acted like she fainted into the arms of the men and hopped back onto the streets, flipping around her yellow dress as she danced and sang. “Then she gave me! The scare of my young life! Well blow me down and pick me up she was the captain’s wife!” And then the men were all singing.

“Got a whale of a tale to tell ya lads! A whale of a tale or two! Bout the flapping fish and the girls I’ve loved on nights like this with the moon above! A whale of a tale and it’s all true! I swear by my tattoo!” I was leaning on the lamppost watching now but I figured I needed to intervene before someone woke up and saw a girl who was possibly 5’nothing dancing with pirates who were 6’0” or more.

“Alright!” I called out to them with a chuckle, “Get your shit back to the ship and get out of my sight, I need a word with our entertainer.” The men all laughed and said their goodbyes while the girl waved them off with a large smile on her face, she looked to me now and held out her hand. As I approached I got a better look at her, her dark brown hair was framing her face as some wisps kissed her red lips, her blue eyes were almost illuminated with the blue held within, warm brown skin that was being hugged by her dandelion yellow dress, and falling from her hair were white wildflowers.

“Hello, I’m Emily.” I shook her hand as well as lifted her knuckles to my lips.

“Captain Blood, a pleasure to meet you.” She withdrew her hand and gave a rather bashful smile, considering she was just having a midnight concert with pirates. “My dear, I thought they taught girls to stay away from pirates?”

“I guess I don’t listen very well.” She shrugged and then placed a hand on her hip looking me up and down. “And what about you?” I was taken aback.

“Me?”

“I just thought a pirate captain wouldn’t be so scared to dance.”

#captain blood #the haunted mansion #madame leota #the hostess #william gracey #vincent gracey #fanfiction #disney #disney parks #disneyland #disney world #wdw #pirate #we wants the redhead

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Shadow of the Crown, Part 6

Summary: Kenna and Raydan’s family and friends reunite at Stormholt.

Rating: T

Author’s note: This continues the story of Kenna and Raydan’s descendants, one of whom is Bastien. Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5 if you have not already.

The family and friends of Queen Kenna and King Raydan gathered at Stormholt Castle to celebrate the return of Prince Leonidas from Ducitora. He had been away for five years, and during that time, he had married and fathered two children. As Gabriel's guard, Julien had accompanied the Drammir family to Stormholt. Although he had become somewhat accustomed to being in the presence of royalty, he was overwhelmed by the sheer number of royals and nobles. Kenna and Raydan's children had intermarried with members of many of the prominent families of the Five Kingdoms, and the families of the spouses were also present. Additionally, the queen and king had a large number of friends who were in attendance.

Julien looked around and spotted some familiar faces. He had already met some of the Nevrakis family: King Diavolos, Prince Damianos, Princess Gabrielle, and their children Constantine and Dimitria. He had been introduced to Queen Kenna's master-at-arms, Val Greaves, when he stopped by the armory. He heard Val call out "Hey, Claudius!" In response, two men and a teenage boy turned around. Julien recognized Claudius Umad III, IV, and V from Fydoria. Claudius V was only a couple of years younger than he was.

A dark-haired woman with a baby approached him and smiled. "Hello, I'm Jolita."

Julien smiled back. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Julien." He was a bit surprised that one of the guests would approach him, since he was only a guard. He pondered how to make small talk with royalty. "This is a lovely castle, isn't it?"

Jolita nodded. "It's so nice to finally see the famous Stormholt Castle. I've heard so much about it. There's so much history here. I look around and imagine Queen Kenna defeating Empress Azura. I literally owe her my life. If she hadn't convinced my father not to sacrifice himself to Azura, I wouldn't be here."

"That's amazing. Good thing it turned out well for him, and for you and little..." Julien glanced at the baby. "What's your baby's name?"

"Lianne. We named her after Empress Lia. My family is close to her. She's also sort of named after her father. Lianne sounds a bit like Leonidas, don't you think?" Jolita paused and looked him over. "I'm sorry, can you remind me how you're related to Leo?"

She thinks I'm part of the family? Julien thought. No wonder she's talking to me.

"Oh, I'm not related to Prince Leonidas. I'm just a guard. I work for Prince Zenon and Princess Adelia."

"You're not? You look like the rest of the family." Jolita turned around as a group of people approached: two men, a woman, two little girls, and a small boy. "This is Julien. Doesn't he look like your family, Leo?" She then looked to Julien. "Julien, this is my husband, Prince Leonidas, and our son Kendrick. And this is my sister-in-law, Princess Marcelline; her husband, Koa Keawe; and their daughters Noelle and Railani."

Leonidas considered Jolita's question. "Yes, I do see a resemblance."

Marcelline studied Julien closely. "You really do look like our family, Julien. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Abanthus. I grew up in one of the small villages, but my mother was from Lykos."

Marcelline considered the possibility that Julien was a descendant of one of Raydan's relatives. "My father is originally from Lykos. I wonder if you're related to his family. Who are your parents?"

"My mother was Mina Landais. I...I don't know who my father was." Julien looked down. Here he was, in a room full of royalty, admitting that he was a bastard. How humiliating.

"What about your mother's family?" Marcelline asked.

"My mother was an only child. Her parents died when she was young. She worked as a servant for Florian Tartassis."

Marcelline's eyes widened. She looked Julien over again. "Excuse me for a moment. I'll be right back." She turned and walked away from the group.

Julien looked to the others with a blank expression on his face. "What was that about?"

Leonidas shrugged. "I don't know, but Marcelline has always been very observant, and she has a very good memory. Maybe she picked up on something. I suppose we'll find out."

Julien scanned the room and saw Marcelline approaching a man with long black hair. He kept watching them as they talked. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but their conversation looked intense. He turned away as they began heading in his direction.

As they walked up to him, Marcelline motioned to the man next to her. "Julien, this is my brother Adrian."

Julien turned his attention to Adrian. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness."

Adrian stared at Julien intently. "Marcelline said that your mother was Mina Landais, and that you never knew your father. Could he be someone that she knew in Lykos?"

"It's possible. I was born in a small village in Abanthus, less than a year after she left Lykos." He looked back at Adrian, wondering why the man was staring at him.

Adrian took a deep breath. "Julien, this will probably come as a shock, but...I think I'm your father."

Julien's mouth dropped open. "What?"

"I met your mother a long time ago, when I visited Lykos. I didn't know her for long, but I cared about her a lot. I was going to bring her back to Stormholt with me. But Florian's daughter told me that your mother had been executed. I believed her. My father had the Black Asps keep an eye on Florian's daughter, but all they found out about your mother was that she was gone. I had no idea that she was still alive. And I certainly had no idea that she was pregnant." Adrian looked into Julien's eyes. "I swear, if I had known about you, I would have been there for you. I'm so sorry."

"I understand." Julien swallowed. "You're really my father? I always wondered about my father, but my mother would never tell me anything."

"I wish she had. And I wish she had found a way to tell me about you. How is your mother? I hope she is well."

Julien's lip quivered. "She passed away."

Adrian looked at him sympathetically. "I'm really sorry, Julien. Your mother was a very special woman."

Julien nodded. "Thank you," he said quietly.

"I hope I can be a part of your life. And I want you to meet my family. I should go tell them about you first, though. It will be a big shock to them as it is. It would be too overwhelming if I just brought you over to them and told them that you're my son. And I need to be sure my wife knows that you were conceived before we were together." Adrian reached out and hugged Julien. "I'm so glad that we found each other."

As Adrian walked away, Julien looked to Marcelline and Leonidas. "So you're my aunt and uncle." He motioned to the children. "And these are my cousins. This is mind-blowing." He paused as he was hit with another realization. "And I've been working for my own family. I should go tell them."

Julien walked over to Adelia, Zenon, Kevan, and Gabriel. "You're not going to believe this. I'm still in shock myself." He turned to Adelia. "Your brother Adrian is my father. You're my aunt."

Adelia gasped, then wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "No wonder it felt like you were part of our family. You are."

Gabriel looked up at him. "You're my cousin?"

"I sure am." Julien put one arm around Gabriel and the other around Kevan, and pulled them in for a hug.

As he spotted some of the Nevrakis family, Julien motioned to them. "I should go give them the news too."

As he walked over to Gabrielle, Damianos, Constantine, and Dimitria Nevrakis, Julien smiled at them. "I have some big news. We're family. I just found out that I'm Adrian's son."

Gabrielle placed a hand over her mouth and stared at him for a moment, then embraced him. "I had no idea that you were my nephew. Welcome to the family, officially."

Julien pulled Constantine and Dimitria close for a hug. "Hey, cousins!"

As Julien noticed Adrian approaching, he walked over to him. Adrian led him over to a light-haired woman, two boys, and a girl.

"Julien, this is my wife Ciara, my son Kenneth, my daughter Daniela, and my son Claude." He looked to his wife and their children. "This is my son Julien."

Ciara smiled at him. "It's nice to meet you, Julien."

Claude looked at him curiously. "You're our older brother? Does that mean you'll be king someday, and not Kenneth?"

Julien noticed the troubled look on Kenneth's face. "No, it doesn't. I wasn't raised as part of the royal family. Nothing has changed, except now you have another brother."

Adrian patted Julien on the back. "Would you like to meet your grandparents?"

Julien nodded, and they walked over to Kenna and Raydan. Julien gazed at them, awestruck. The legendary Queen Kenna Rys was his grandmother. It was so surreal.

Adrian gestured to Julien. "Mother, Father, this is my son Julien. Your oldest grandson."

"It's so nice to meet you, Julien." Kenna wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace.

Raydan reached out and shook Julien's hand, but then pulled him close and gave him a hug. "I'm glad we found you, my grandson."

Later, as everyone gathered together for dinner, Kenna raised her goblet into the air. "I'd like to propose a toast. To my son Leonidas, his wife Jolita, and my grandchildren Kendrick and Lianne. And to my long-lost grandson Julien. To returning family."

Many of the guests had already departed, and soon the Drammir family would be returning to Fydoria. Adrian walked over to Julien and sat beside him.

"We have so much lost time to make up for. How would you like to stay here at Stormholt?"

Julien considered his father's words. "I'm so glad that we've been able to spend time together. I want us to get to know each other better. But I don't think I can do that. I'm not a prince. And if I were to be declared a prince, wouldn't that jeopardize Kenneth's birthright? I don't want my brother to resent me. And as Gabriel's guard, I have a responsibility to him. I know that Aunt Adelia would probably release me from my obligations, but I've grown very fond of Gabriel and his family. And I don't want to leave my girlfriend, Susanna. We haven't been together for that long, so it's probably too soon for us to talk about marriage, and I don't think she would want to leave her family. But she is really special to me. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I hope that someday, when the time is right, we'll get married."

Adrian nodded. "I understand. But I hope that you will come visit often, and that I can come visit you."

"Of course. And I'll ask Aunt Adelia if she brought any of those communication orbs with her. If not, I'll have to give you one the next time I see you."

"Please do." Tears welled up in Adrian's eyes as he looked at Julien. He reached out and hugged him tightly. "I love you, son."

To be continued...

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photographylifeyogalove-blog · 8 years ago

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So I'm starting a new book not sure if I want to publish it or not but here's some from the first chapter, input is awesome so please give me some

Small town family, moving into an even smaller town. The day was November 3rd 2015. Sarah an her family are in transition to moving into a new town near the city, but far enough to not deal with the city. In the lovely suburban area of Denver, Colorado. If you know anything about Colorado it's a lovely place to be, but also has nothing to do. Except focus on making yourself better. Thus, why the Jackson family has chosen to move here. Emanuel, the husband to Sarah, has family out in suburban Denver. Less pressure, than moving into a house. The Jacksons were a young family, mid twenties young, Finding a house is pretty hard on two twenty year olds with a five year old and a dog, who is more like a daughter. Daren, the son was a special little man, the only being in Sarah's life that is able to show her happiness, before meeting Emanuel of course. Emanuel was a man of pure kindness, that never stumbled. Now I get it, your wondering how can someone be purely kind? That is simple to answer. A person is purely kind the moment they finally meet someone, they can completely understand and give them what it takes to survive sorrow. I'm sorry, I get it. You believed this to be a happy story, but this my friends is a regular story. Trust me you'll want to read this though. Back to the family. The dog, better yet the daughter, Ella also know as Ella bee. Why is she the daughter you ask? Because being a dog by definition is a domesticated canid. Ella has evolved past the regular conformed canine, she has evolved into a daughter. "I hope we'll be happy here." Said Sarah, "what do you mean happy? Where you not happy before?" Questioned Emanuel. "Yes, of course I was happy before, I just mean I hope we can be as equally happy as before, here." Sarah replied. "Oh, that makes sense." Alex said as he continued to unpack the car with their belongings. This day wasn't like any regular day though. Yes the Jacksons were moving, but not only where they moving, the weather was obscurely hot for November, in any part of Colorado. To a normal person the irregular heat would just pass by as another day to figure out what shorts to wear or what is the best way to keep cool, but Sarah felt a change. A change that can only be felt by the ones being changed. Though the feeling can be discomforting and slightly stressful, Sarah decided it's better to ignore this feeling. Yes, this feeling would seem simple to ignore, to a regular think person, but Sarah she has had some unreleased traumas in her life. Sarah knew she was mentally sick just didn't know, how bad. Sarah was a victim of rape as a child. Now everyone knows children don't think the same way, logically, as adults. Therefore facing what actually happened to her, isn't something that children usually think of first. A child would go to the person who they feel most protected by. For Sarah this was her mother, but how does a young child explain what happened, if she doesn't know exactly what happened. Improvising, that's what Sarah did exactly, she improvised the best way she could at a small age. With a simple" I think I did something wrong mommy.", thinking this would help her and her mother go investigate what happened, but no, like most parents hearing this, don't want to find out what their child has done now. Thusly forcing Sarah's mother to brush off the statement and automatically punishing Sarah by saying, " I don't care what it was you did, your grounded." Ever since that moment Sarah pushed away the situation, from her mind thoughts and feelings. Until it found her and hunted her, ten years later, And when it finally came out, the mental damage had already been done. When Sarah pushed away this feeling of change, it was a big push, in fact it was the same kind of push she did as a young child. But not really understanding why? She hadn't been hurt or anything? So why was her body automatically making her try and forget this feeling? Forgetting wasn't Sarah's strong point though. Remembering, that on the other hand is her strongest area. Well it depends on your partake in strong suits. Anything that ever happened to Sarah she remembered. Yes, anything. Ever since she was 3 she started to remember. For instance she remembered her father, after the custody agreement, kidnapped Sarah and her older brother Jerome. She Also remembered how Sarah's mother tried to kill her father with a key. If it happend to Sarah, it stayed forever. "Ouch" said Emanuel, "what?" Questioned Sarah. "The damn dog is in the way, and I tripped over her!" Yelled Emanuel. "She is not a dog, Emanuel you know for a fact, this is our child. So say sorry to our bee, for calling her a dog. Do it!", replied Sarah. Emanuel exclaimed "I will not apologize to a dog! She's a dog I don't care, she's a dog!" After listening to Emanuel's nonsense, Sarah proceeds to go to Ella and in a baby voice tells her to not mind her father. " he's just jealous of our cuddles so he takes it out on you, the first chance he gets." Sarah vacitioutiously says, "yeah whatever, she's still a dog!" Emanuel mockingly says. After the exchange of dirty looks the two continue to unload their things into the new house. Finally reaching a point of stopping, they dramatically and tiredly fall on to the floor. "My legs, won't, make it" Sarah says "so, much, eggsastion." " wow! you are so dramatic, the couch is like five steps away." Emanuel replied " yes it is, and yet here you are next to me on the floor! What is your excuse sir?" Sarah saying irritated, yet amused "excuse? No excuses just facts and the fact is I am actually tired. The floor looked more pleasing anyway." Emanuel said with a smile on his face, forcing Sarah to look at the matter and smile as well. Now, Daren their son was off on a camping trip with Emanuel's mother and step father. Which ended up benefiting in the end anyways, because Daren loved his Omaha and papa, and Sarah and Emanuel would be able to move their things over with out the lovely nousense of their adorable son Daren. Even though he is a cutie, he also is a five year old. No five year old wants to drive back and forth from one town to the next moving things. Five year olds want to play and this would be Daren's last time to hangout and go on a trip since he starts school in a month. Which made living in the suburbs a plus, because the elementary school was right down the street. But that wonderful feeling of change kept sneaking up on Sarah. She then on the floor just begins to stair at the ceiling, and wonder "what does this feeling mean?" Which made her think extremely hard and by accident forcing her to say her thoughts out loud, "what?" Emanuel said " huh, what? Um nothing!" Sarah replied in an nervous voice that only made Emanuel want to know what that statement was for, but he knew if he presumed to question Sarah she would only reject the questions, then deny it ever happened. He chose to just lay there and hold her hand. The next day the couple was back to finish off their moving. Only Emanuel was going up to their old town,Colorado Springs, by himself. Not because he didn't want Sarah to come, but because he knew for a fact the Sarah's asthma wouldn't be able to take anymore climbing up and down stairs. He did need help though, he called one of his oldest friends Claud to come help him finish off the rest. Sarah got to do the exciting job of unpacking and placing all their items to where they belong. "What is the point of putting everything in a box just to take it out again?" Sarah complained " Its redundant, and pointless!", Emanuel knowing better knew she was mostly complaining because he was leaving and instead of answering the obscure question he just kissed her on the head, and continued to leave for the springs.

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ultra-anime-fan-love · 5 years ago

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black butler romance (eng)

Chapter 7:

Four years later

It was an important day for the Phantomhive house, since on this blessed day the marriage of Sebastian Michaelis and Grell Stucliff is taking place. All were gathered for this event: Phantomhive House, friends and family. The ceremony was about to end, Grell beaming with happiness in his long red scarlet dress and Sebastian in his black tuxedo (which does not really change his normal clothing) smiled widely. The lover arrived at the moment of saying yes he asked the two spouses to approach and he turned to Grell. "Do you Grell Stucliff accept to take for a husband Sebastian Michaelis here present to love and cherish him in joy as in sadness, in health as in sickness, in wealth as in poverty until death separates you?" The priest said in an official voice, Grell turned to Sebastian smiling and said "Yes, I do" the priest turned to Sebastian "And you Sebastian Michaelis do you agree to take for wife Grell Stucliff here present to love and to cherish it in joy as in sadness, in health as in sickness, in wealth as in poverty until death separates you?" Asked the priest looking at him, Sebastian turned his head towards Grell and smiling he replied "If it is possible to die, yes I do." The priest smiled and spoke to the whole room "If there is anyone who opposes this marriage may he talk now or forever keep silent." Ciel sits in the first row reacts at this moment "Lizzie hold me back or I'll get up." He says grabbing his arm Lizzie holds him back with a neutral expression "Ciel you stay sited." Ciel relaxed a little, "Thank you." He said with a sigh of relief. The priest repeated the question, raising his eyebrows. "Nobody?" William got up instinctively and Dearie immediately sat him back down and said, "Dad, you stay sitting," said Dearie, holding back his father. "But I totally oppose to this marriage." William said nervously, "You lost your right on mom the day you leave her." Dearie said between his teeth. The priest scrutinized the room one last time and resumed the ceremony "Well nobody, good. I declare you husband and wife, you can kiss the bride." Grell smiled shyly as Sebastian approached with a smile, he leaned over and they kissed under the applause of the crowd. Then everyone went to the Phantomhive mansion for the reception.

At the reception

Everyone congratulated Sebastian and Grell on their marriage, wishing them happiness. Then it was the moment of the dance Sebastian advanced on the track with Grell to open the ball. Everyone found a partner to dance except Ciel who came into conflict with Dearie on the edge of the track. "Please, Ciel dance with me." Begged Dearie, holding him by the arm. "I said no Dearie I'm dancing with Lizzie." Ciel said trying to get away "But you always dance with Lizzie. Can’t you make an exception for once?" Said Dearie on the verge of tears "I said no." Ciel said firmly. "Humf, you'll be able to beg as much as you want he will not change his mind ..." said a familiar voice Ciel and Dearie turned his head in the direction of the voice and a young man dressed in purple with blond hair came close to them. Ciel opened his eyes in big surprise "Alois? But I thought you were dead." Alois laughed, "Well no, I'm not. Do not ask me how, I also thought I was dead, but here I am." Dearie looked at Ciel with incomprehension "Uh Ciel, you explain to me."Ciel looked up to the sky "Old acquaintance he tried to kill me and his servant trying to eat my soul." Alois laughed again apologetically "Excuse me yes I know, but Claude will not try anything this time believe me anyway it's impossible now that Hannah turned you into a demon .Claude cannot eat your soul since that you do not really have one anymore. Demons have no soul right." Ciel looked at him suspiciously. "Yes, that's right ..." Alois smiled innocently. Dearie turned his attention back to Ciel "Please?" Ciel sighed in exasperation "I said no Dearie I already have a partner. Lizzie ... "he walked away and took Lizzie's hand in his on the dance floor."Why does Lizzie always win?" Dearie looked at them angrily "Do not worry; I was obsessed with Ciel a while back you’ll get over it." Alois said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Then there was a shrill voice "Deeeeaaaaarrrrrie." "Oh no, not again." Dearie said hitting his forehead. A four-year-old girl with jet black hair, amber-colored eyes and an orange dress arrived. "Dearie dance with me please." Said Sweetie pulling on his sleeve "I said no Sweetie, I want to dance with Ciel." Dearie said ignoring his sister "But Ciel is already dancing with Lizzie. Dance with me please." Sweetie said pulling harder on his sleeve. Dearie pushed her away, still looking at the dance floor where Ciel and Lizzie were. Alois turned his head in her direction, "Who is that girl?" He approached her, by kissing her hand "Hello miss, my name is Alois Trancy. Would you like to give me this dance?" Sweetie blushed "Oh what a gentleman of course mmmh." She followed Alois on the track, sticking her tongue out to her brother staying on the sideline. "Arrg, no matter where is the punch bar." Dearie said getting away from the track. Alois and Sweetie danced together and had fun, despite her young age Sweetie was doing pretty well on the dance floor. "So tell me you are with the groom or the bride?" Asked Alois "Both of them, my name is Sweetie Michaelis, they are my parents." Said Sweetie, smiling, "Ah, you're Sebastian's daughter interesting. Could we go to a quieter place to discuss ..." Alois said with a smile "Oh yes, of course." Sweetie said, taking him by the hand, they both slipped off of the reception. After a while the dance stopped and Grell asked everyone's attention to make an announcement. "This is the moment of the bouquet launch so all the girls who are not yet married make a line behind me." All the girls rushed behind Grell waiting patiently. "Well, you're ready: one, two, and three ..." Grell said, throwing the bouquet behind her, all the young girls threw themselves on it, but only one grabbed it with determination. She exclaimed happily, "I have it you seen that Ciel I caught it."Lizzie literally danced on the spot "Bravo Lizzie." Grell said cheering "Yes bravo darling ..." said Ciel without conviction then he approached Sebastian whispering "Sebastian help me "Sebastian put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him "Come on, my lord, it would have happened one day or the other, and you were engaged since you were little after all. In addition, girls love weddings." Ciel looked up in confusion "I thought they loved babies?" Sebastian smiles "Yes marriages and babies, why do you think I made my request to Grell after the birth of my daughter?" Ciel raised his eyebrows "Was for that?" Sebastian smiles enigmatically, "That's one of the reasons ..." Then another familiar cry was heard "Your Highness ..." Sebastian turned his head to the guest in question, "Claude." He said coldly, "Sebastian " A man wearing a black tuxedo with glasses on his nose, with his black hair very well dressed, said coldly."I thought you were dead?" Sebastian said surprised at his presence "Well no I'm still here shocking is it not. I'm not here for Ciel do not worry I'm looking for His Highness have you seen him?" Claude said coldly and neutrally as usual "No, otherwise I would not have been so surprised to see you." Sebastian said mockingly, "I see ... Hannah still nothing on your side?" Said Claude, turning to a woman with the hair of a light purple with a headband on her right eye. "No, sorry." Hannah said timidly. "That's all right; we're going to find him." Claude said, continuing his research with Hannah on his heels. Grell arrived at Sebastian's side. "Do you know him?" Sebastian frowned, "An old acquaintance." he said, turning his attention to the reception. Meanwhile not far from the party hall "Alois ... hi hi hi ... it tickles." Sweetie said leaning on the wall behind her. Alois approached her, kissing her in the neck "Yes I know, but you really want me to stop?" He said raising his head "But if anyone hears us ..." said Sweetie timidly "Oh well let's stay discreet and that should be fine." Alois said, taking his chin between his fingers before kissing her Sweetie gave in to his advances and returned his kiss leaning back to the wall. Alois moved closer to her and opening his eyes he noticed a strange detail "Your eyes are red, I thought they were amber." "Oh, no ... calm down, calm down, calm down ..." Sweetie said, turning away from Alois, waving her hands in front of her eyes to calm down. Then, opening her eyes and being sure they were normal again, she turned to him. "You are a demon, are not you?" Alois said raising an eyebrow "You do not mind?" Said Sweetie, looking at him scared, "No, why should I all my servants are demons, my butler for example he is a spider-demon. Your father I think it's a raven demon if I'm wrong?" Alois said, approaching again "Really ... um, you're really special." She came closer to him when a cry was heard, "Your Highness, where are you at last?" "Oh damn, hush." Alois put a hand on Sweetie's mouth and waited, hiding behind a thick curtain. Claude arrived in the corridor "Hannah did you find him?" He asked, "No always nothing, I'm doing my best." Hannah said with a sigh, "Arrg where's he gone to? It's not that hard to find."Then he and Hannah went away. "OK the way is free." Alois said, releasing Sweetie "It was your butler, you are royalty?" Said Sweetie, stepping back a bit, "No, I'm nobility, but my butler calls me Your Highness as a sign of respect, just as your father calls Ciel my lord. I prefer your highness." Alois said, getting closer again "Ah ok." Sweetie said, looking up, "If we go back to where we were ..." Alois said as he was about to kiss her suddenly the curtains parted abruptly and Claude appeared "Ah your Highness you are here." Said Claude frowning his eyebrow "Oops, well I'll have to go see you next time Sweetie." Alois said giving her a kiss on the hand and then part with Claude and Hannah. "See you next time ..." Sweetie said, smiling foolishly, blushing. "Your Highness wasn’t that the daughter of Sebastian with whom you were?" Asked Claude, crossing the door of the manor. "Yes it was her and then." Said Alois, attaching no importance to it. "Is she not a demon like her father?" Said Claude, wondering "Yes, it will be very useful to me and moreover I like it. One more demon by my side it can be very beneficial to me." Alois said, sketching a bad smile.

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angelliev · 4 years ago

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Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Sixteen - Fatherly Instincts

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: The day takes an unexpected turn for Aria and Jennifer, while JJ becomes more protective of Aria and his unborn child.

Warnings: Pregnancy, birth, cursing, car accident, driving under the influence, sexual innuendos, and a little angst.

A/N: I am so sorry I haven’t posted in a while! Life has been catching up to me lately and I’ve been sick for the past few days, but I’m up and ready to bounce back into action. Also important note, please for the love of JJ’s sweet face, don’t drive under the influence. It’s not safe and not only would you be risking your own life, but you’d be putting others in danger as well, which is not fair. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, I promise to make the one longer, and stay safe out there my lovies. (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. Not my show or characters.)

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2 Months

My eyes never left the evident baby bump belonging to my sister. I couldn’t help but think of how I’ll be in her same position in just a matter of a few months. The pregnancy had truly changed Jennifer. Her eyes have turned so soft, her petite and slightly swollen hand never left her bump, and she always had a warm smile spread across her face. As of now, the two of us are loading the car with our shopping bags. “What do you think of this one?” She holds up a baby blue onesie. Yep, she’s having a boy. She and Andrew have named him Levi. He’s due any day now. The couple is very excited for the arrival of their newborn. I have just recently met Andrew. He decided to fly out here from Boston to meet the family. Claude wasn’t too pleased obviously; my mom and brother however were ecstatic to meet the fiancé.

“I love it. He’ll look adorable in anything.” I reassure her. “I just hope I’ll still look good afterwards. I’ll have to work my ass off that’s for sure.” She chuckles. I nervously laugh thinking about the aftermath of birth. I think that’s one of the many things I seemed to be worried about. I just want the whole pregnancy and birth to go smoothly. My sister sees the concerned expression on my face.

“You know you can always talk to me about this stuff, right?” She squeezed my arm lovingly as I continued to drive. “I know.” I whisper. “What’s bothering you sis?” She asked, earning a sigh from me. “JJ and I are just really nervous about this whole thing. We have no experience with kids. All of this is just very new to us. I think it’s really getting to JJ.” I say. “What do you mean?” She asked, confused. “He’s scared that he’s not going to be a good dad.” I mutter. “Aria, JJ is not his dad okay? JJ loves you, and he’ll make a great dad. I see the way he is around you. He’s grown so protective of you.” This made me laugh. “Tell me about it. He won’t let me bend over to pick up anything, even though I’m not that far along.” The two of us laugh. It’s kind of sweet to see JJ like that. Most times when we cuddle, he always has his head laying on my stomach and just smiles.

“Aria, look out!” Jennifer’s voice breaks the comfortable silence. My head whips to what she was warning me about. A speeding car had run the red light, giving me barely any time to respond. The powerful and harsh impact triggers the airbags to go off. My seatbelt hugs my body uncomfortably. The airbag impacts my face as if someone had kicked me in the face or chest. Our surprised screams fill the car and glass goes flying.

Groans had slipped past our lips from the pain of the impact. I reach over taking my sister’s hand. “Jennifer! Are you okay?! Is the baby okay?!” I asked frantically. I hadn’t even noticed that my other hand had instinctively clutched my stomach. A cold fearful shiver goes down my spine. Is my baby okay? “We’re okay, I think. Oh shit!” My sister had exclaimed looking down. I followed her gaze to find that her long skirt was drenched. It then clicked. Her water had broken. Shit…

“Okay, fuck. Shit. Where’s my phone? Crap! Is that guy okay?!” My mind was running a thousand miles per hour, I hadn’t even thought of the speeding driver. My eyes scan the other vehicle, where I recognize a rather unconscious familiar face. Luke Maybank. My breath had come to a halt for a moment, as if my heart was stuck in my throat. I didn’t even hear my sister on the phone with the authorities.

The sound of her painful groans had finally snapped me out of my daze. It then hit me that she was having contractions. “Please hurry! This baby is coming now!” Beads of sweat began to form on her flushed face. I acted fast by jumping out of the car and ran to her side, where I unbuckled her seat belt, before I pushed the seat further back into the vehicle, and adjusted close to horizontal. “Just hang in there.” I attempt to comfort her as she experiences another contraction.

My head kept whipping back and forth between the cars, debating on what I should do next. “Wait here. I need to check on him. Yell for me if you need anything!” I demand as I run to Luke’s unconscious side. As soon as I opened the door, a wave of alcohol had approached my nostrils. His breath had reeked of beer. “Asshole.” I muttered quietly under my breath as I checked his pulse. I was grateful to find that he did indeed have one. He let out a few gruff groans as he stirred, making me feel a pit in my stomach. I could only pray that he wouldn’t wake up to find me, at least until authorities arrived. I situate his neck in a more comfortable position.

An ear-piercing scream erupts from my sister, in result I rush back to her side. Her tear stained face was painted with pain. “They should be here soon. Just hold on for a little bit longer.” I encouraged her. “I can’t! This baby is coming now!” She cried. On cue, the sound of sirens had reached the area, signaling that the ambulance had finally arrived. Paramedics jump out to assist Jennifer and Luke.

“What’s wrong?” Asked the paramedic. “She’s in labor. The baby is coming like right now.” I explained the situation. “How far along is she?” He asked as Jennifer was placed on the stretcher. “Thirty-nine weeks.” I answered following, refusing to leave my sister’s side as we entered the back of the truck. Once we’re situated the driver takes off while the paramedic assists Jennifer who lays there in pain. I sit there in shock as she is guided throughout the birth. She squeezed my hand deadly tight, never letting go. Words of encouragement escaped my mouth as she continued to push. The wretched smell had left me nauseous. It took everything in me not to throw up right there in the back of the ambulance truck. All of the sudden, a shrieking little cry had entered the atmosphere. The little squeals had filled the vehicle.

“Good job! You did it!” I had congratulated my sister, who was now crying tears of joy to see her newborn son. She immediately comforted him with sweet whispers as he cried. I couldn’t help but admire the newborn boy as we drove to the hospital. My hand found its way back to my stomach, thinking about my very own growing inside me.

I lay and listen to the sounds of beeping around me while the doctor examined my baby with the ultrasound. That’s when I see a rather frantic JJ bolt into the room. He engulfs me into a tight and protective hug. I could feel his body slightly shaking. “Are you okay?” He took my face in the palm of his jittery hands. “I’m fine.” I reassure him. “Is the baby okay?” His hands move to my stomach. Before I could say anything, the doctor had answered his question. “The baby is okay and healthy. Still has a heartbeat.” This made JJ release a relieved breath.

“You guys scared me to death. How’s your sister and the baby?” He asked. “They’re both okay. They’re just running a quick check to make sure everything is okay with Levi.” He just holds me close. “There is something I need to tell you though…” I whisper. He looks at me concerned. “The driver who hit us, it was your dad.” I scanned his face. His eyebrows had furrowed and his eyes were beginning to turn dark with fury.

“Was he drinking?” He asked through his gritted teeth. I had hesitated to answer. I could already see just how disappointed he was of his father. “Yes.” I answer timidly. JJ runs his hands through his hair all frustrated. “Where is he?” He asked the doctor. “If you go down the hall, about five doors, you’ll see him with a couple of officers.” They explained. JJ mumbles a thanks and leaves a kiss on my head before leaving the room. I sigh to myself. Hoping that nothing happens.

My mom enters the room with a relieved expression on her face. “We’re okay mom.” I stopped her before she could bombard me with questions. “You guys had us worried sick. Where’s JJ?” She asked, noticing he wasn’t present. “He left about a minute ago to see his dad down the hall.” “His dad? I thought the two weren’t talking anymore. What’s he doing here?” She asked cluelessly. “Mom, Luke was the one who hit us. He was drinking and driving. Speaking of, I should probably make sure JJ doesn’t do anything stupid.” I huff getting up before exiting the room.

But of course, I was too late. I could already hear the commotion coming from the next room. When I enter to find out what’s happening, I see a furious Luke attempting to fight his way out of the police officer’s grasp. “You stupid fucking piece of shit! I told you not to get that bitch pregnant! I told you! I fucking told you!” His ferocious yells could be heard throughout the floor. My heart had once again sunk to the bottom of my stomach, knowing that people had just heard what he had said.

“Tell me what you’re gonna do boy! What are you gonna do huh? You think you have what it takes to be a parent? That baby won’t last a day with you. Not when all you do is get a high and fuck your girl.” I take a hold of JJ’s hand, trying to lead him out of the room. “Don’t listen to him baby. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you.” I whisper into his ear. His fingers interlock with mine when he faces his dad.

“I love this baby more than you have ever loved me. And you will never get to meet them. If you ever come near my kid, you’ll regret it. For all I care, you’re already dead to me.” JJ spit, his words came as a shock to my mother and I. And with that, he took me by the hand before rushing out of the room. Once we gain distance from the room, he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that babe. I’m so sorry for everything with the car accident, getting you kicked out, and worrying you. I’m so sorry for,” I stop him from rambling by crashing my lips against his in a sweet and comforting kiss. Our bodies melted against each other. All the worry and stress had exhaled from my body, leaving me in bliss as his lips moved in sync with mine, until we pulled away for air.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You know that right?” I asked looking into his ocean eyes. He had just nodded his head. “C’mon lover boy. Let’s go home. I’m going to make you dinner, give you a massage and give you some head.” I whispered into his ear, making him smile giddily. “I can’t argue with that.” He said before quickly rushing me out of the hospital, eager to get home…

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