#the broken arm ? trying to help amelia get something out of a tree

[oneshotnewbie]

Your works are insanely good wow! Could I please request anoter one where the reader is Amelia’s little sister and Arizona’s gf and the three of them get into a car accident where the reader is off worse (she’s in the backseat and stuck and Amelia keeps holding her hand and stroking her head and Arizona is hysterical) Amelia and Arizona try to keep the person they love the most alive but are scared out of their mind.

An exhausting day was successfully behind you and you have never been as overtired as you were in all the years of your studies and five years of internship as a surgeon.

A bus accident where the bus overturned and injured thirty people, including almost half of them young children, was on your agenda today. A lot of them had only minor wounds and injuries that needed care and their parents had to be informed, but some had harder injuries and had to undergo emergency surgery. One of them was a 14-year old girl who not only had internal bleeding and a ruptured spleen and liver, a collapsed lung due to a fractured rib and a severe cerebral hemorrhage.

She was your patient and you could no longer save this young soul, it was too late.

You usually had no problem to stay away from emotions, but telling her parents that her only daughter passed away, broke your heart and left you in a negative emotional state. If you could, you would swap places with her just so she could still enjoy her young years into her old.

No one so young and innocent deserved to die that cruel way.

You sat in the car with your sister and your girlfriend, looked out the window in the back seat and were so lost in thought that you didn't pay attention to them both.

Only when the car came to a standstill and a hand found it's place on your knee and squeezed, it tore you out of your thoughts. You looked into the blue, also tired eyes, which were colored in a dark purple by the red traffic lights.

A small smile crossed her face. You gently placed your hand on hers, which was still on your knees, and intervened your fingers with hers as you focused on the music that was playing from the radio.

The radio was all trash and some penniless musician screamed his heart out, presumably to get the attention of some teenage girls. Annoyed by his voice and the nonsense you could her in the lyrics he sang, you asked Amelia if she could turn off the radio.

When the music went out, you sighed briefly and went over your curly hair. At the same time, you played with the delicate ring on your finger. An heirloom from your grandma. Heaven, how you missed her.

The red glowing car turned green and started moving. You saw Arizona's gaze turned to you in the rear view mirror before you could drift back into your thoughts until you heard a scream and a loud bang. The car you were in was hit by a Jeep and let you slip several meters on the street before it came to a stop on a tree.

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"Y/N!" did you hear a dull voice that sounded like a tunnel as it mixed with the tinnitus in your ears. "Y/N, come on sweetie, wake up!" this time louder, more aggressive.

Slowly opening your eyes, you looked into the face of your brown-haired sister. Almost immediately when you noticed that she had a big laceration above her brow that was bleeding quite a bit, you snatched your eyes completely open and startled.

Pumped full of adrenaline, you weren't aware that you, in fact, were more injured than she was. You weren't even aware of what just had happened. You just knew that she was bleeding. "Amy, you are bleeding!" you stated out loud.

Your body's self-mechanism immediately caused your arms to wander towards her head. In the middle of your movement, you winced and screamed out loud. A bolt of lighting pervaded your shoulder and chest, you could tell with certainty that your collarbone was broken.

"Don't worry about me, I am fine." she said softly and briefly disappeared from your already restricted view by the smoke. "Arizona, she is awake. Calm down, please."

Until recently, you didn't even notice the screaming and crying that was silenced by the ringing in your ears. Only after you could concentrate on the outside world and your ears went back to normal, did you realize who the screaming was coming from.

"Arizona." your voice was barely audible and scratchy through the fumes. Your throat started to feel dry and sandy like scratch paper.

Her face appeared at your completely cracked window. She also had a few scratches on her face, a nosebleed and a split lip, probably from the airbag that came out of her steering wheel. She was visibly shocked and it was almost impossible to find out what she was talking about through all the sobs and incomplete sentences caused by the panic.

"We have to get her out here fast, Arizona so concentrate!" shouted Amelia and reappeared in front of you, this time she was sitting in the passenger seat and tried as slowly as possible and not causing you any pain, to crawl on the free space next to you.

As the car moved as she tried to get to you, shock waves ran from your neck all the way down to your lower back. You closed your eyes in pain and immediately felt a cool wind blowing in your face.

"Try to keep your body still. It was a pretty heavy impact and you were hit the most."

Arizona was still crying hysterical by your side as she put her jacket over her hand and tried to knock out the rest of the glass in the window to get to you better and safer.

Soon enough, you felt cold fingers on your neck that slowly and carefully placed it on the back of the seat and held it while your sister checked you from top to bottom which injuries you had.

Slowly the pain moved further into the distance, the headache was now also filled with dizziness and you felt nauseous. As time passed, you became more tired and you felt too weak to speak. Your throat felt like it was filling with something.

Blood.

"Arizona, how long until the ambulance and the fire department are coming? She's bleeding internally." Amelia stopped in her movements and looked you in the eyes. A thin line of blood already formed on your lip and it stained your teeth with it. "You are gonna be fine, little one okay? Just stay awake."

You nodded and began to cough, your lungs filling up more with the red liquid and constricting your breath. "I can't feel my legs."

You looked shockingly into the face of the brown-haired one. Meanwhile she had tears in her eyes that she tried to hold back, but failed. You were aware of what it could mean and that you might have been paraplegic from the impact, but you tried to hold on to any hope that you just didn't feel it because the blood supply was cut off by the entrapment.

Amelia took your hand tightly in her and gently stroked your hair. All she could do was be with you while you all waited for help.

You got colder, the goose bumps on your body and the inevitable tremors made you even more pain that you tried not to show. The endless screams and bitter tears from your girlfriend  snaked further into the distance, as in the beginning. She had her hand alternately on your cheek or neck as she wiped away some tears from you.

"I love you Arizona."

"No, take that back immediately! If you say it when something bad happens, you never hear it from that person again." she yelled at you.

But you knew how you felt. Weak, cold, barely breathing in a situation you probably couldn't get out of alive. You had to at least tell her one more time before you couldn't anymore. She had to know that you loved her to your very last breath.

"I love you Arizona."

She laid her head on her arm, which was propped up in the window pane, and buried herself while still caressing your pale skin.

"Amy," with one big, last breath you tried to keep it short, but saying the most important thing. "Best sister in the entire world. I love you too."

"No, you are not leaving us now. You are not leaving me, do you understand? You have so many years to spend here with me at your side. If you do this to me now, I will revive you and then kill you by myself!"

You laughed at her joke one last time before your eyes closed and you endowed into the distance with a smile.

[sakuramidnight15]

👠 ☯ ✄ all our ships

Okie! Main Trio it is! Though it might a bit bloody here though. Haha... ^^

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Lynette x Mellow:

(👠) - Clearly Lynette was surprised that Mellow can carry her like this, didn't expect this to happened after her little bloodly situation towards a pack of Savannaclaw students.

"Mellow, I'm fine. I can walk on my ow-"

"Lynn, Grim told m-me that you would often ignore how s-serious your wounds are. That would include your broken bones too."

"Eh?"

"It be b-best for y-you to patch those wounds now, I d-don't want to see you in another state like this."

"Ah... Alright..."

(☯) - It's kinda obvious for Lynn, she knows who's sleeping on her nine tails. She noticed Mellow behind her, sleeping peacefully and was slightly snuggled with one of them.

The girl smiled as she decided to join him as well.

The next thing Mellow will see when he wakes up is Lynette close to his face, close enough for a kiss.

(✄) - Lynette didn't like to see Mellow to this state. He isn't waking up after that hit after trying.

All was left for the pink-haired girl was to glare at her enemy as her eyes turned pure ghost white, didn't hesitate to lunge at full speed and bashed her enemy out cold... And her hands, uniform shirt and face are now stained in red while the enemy ran away in fear of the angry fox afterward.

She carried Mellow to the infirmary and waited for him to wake up.

She seemed to ignore her blood messy image though while waiting and fell asleep...

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Kiara x Eve:

(👠) - After getting her left ankle sprain during P.E. classes. Eve have managed to surprise her by carrying her all the way to the infirmary.

"E-Eve... It's actually fine, I can walk despite-"

"Kiara, let me help you with your ankle. You can't walk or run if it still hurts."

"A-Ah... Alright... Though despite being carried like this..."

"It's kinda cute if you blush like that."

"-///////-"

(☯) - It was awkward. Kiara though she hugging a pillow cause she felt warm... When opening her eyes, she found Eve instead.

Embarassed, she tried to leave but couldn't because his arms are wrapped around her waist.

Couldn't handle it, the siren surrendered while embarrassed. Eve too cute to handle...

(✄) - Not one finger I warned, the blue siren didn't hesitate to attempt to push her enemy to the lake. She planned on trying to drown them but decided to let it slide for now.

She pick them up after that, but warned them by a choke on the neck with her light yellow eyes glowing at them directly. Which the enemy agree and left them alone.

After that, she asked if Eve is okay. Once that done, Kiara would might treat him for a walk at the streets afterward. Though did she had plans on cleaning her red stained hands though?

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Amelia x Aiden:

(👠) - Definitely after fall from the tree near HSA, Aiden didn't hesitate to carry her to infirmary in his school.

"A-A-Aiden, I can walk on my own actually. My wounds aren't that ser-"

"Amelia, I don't like how you're ignoring your wounds. Let me carry me and get them treated, okay?"

"O-okay..."

(☯) - Welp, the poor griffin is now a blushing mess.

She was napping under the tree near HSA but she felt something or someone was hugging her closely. She opened her eyes... And boy... She turned into a bright red tomato when she saw Aiden.

Now that Aiden is on top of her, she couldn't move at all, his face is on her neck... Try not to get a hickey Amelia.

(✄) - Let's just say Amelia is returning the favor to Aiden. After seeing what was going on due to the rumors.

Might have grabbed her enemy's neck and soon started to threaten then as her personality switch to a new personality which Aiden never saw. They both might have noticed her eyes turned into a light green while doing her thing and her enemy ran away after that.

After that, Amelia switched back to her usual personality. Though a bit of red stains was on her hands which Amelia didn't had any plans on cleaning it.

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Let's just say that the three will clean up later. I think...

[amelialincoln]

Never Know

-continuation of last weeks episode

Link noticed from the moment his girlfriend got home that something was wrong. He assumed it was about work, not taking her crappy mood personally. She’d snapped at Bailey for complaining about his dinner again before storming upstairs to answer Scout’s cries on the baby monitor. Bailey came close to tears in response, explaining to Link that he hadn’t meant to upset her, he just missed his mom’s cooking. Link didn’t know what to tell him other than Amelia didn’t have a good day at work. They’d ended up watching Bailey’s favourite Christmas movie to make him feel better before putting the kids to bed. Link was surprised that Amelia didn’t even come and say goodnight.

“Hey,” he whispered from their doorway, not wanting to wake Ellis. She’d made him read five stories to make up for not being able to come and cuddle with him and Amelia in their bed and Link had done his best to slip out as quietly as possible once she’d fallen asleep.

“Hi,” she responded, not looking up. She was cradling Scout in her chest, Link could see the reflection of tears in her eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, knowing that that’s what she needed. He moved to sit on the bed beside her, kissing their baby boy softly on the forehead as he gurgled drowsily.

“Mer woke up today,” she started.

“Amelia that’s great--”

“Link,” she interrupted, the pain in her eyes stopped him. “She was awake and she was good until she wasn’t. She stood up and then collapsed. Apparently her STATs are declining again and she’d barely conscious. Richard chose to have her intubated.”

“She didn’t want that,” was the only thing Link could think of to say.

“I know.” She shook her head helplessly. “But it’s his choice and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help her. She just seemed so good and then she wasn’t. And I know that the kids are going to ask for her, and that’s not their fault, but I don’t know how much longer I can try to convince them that she’s going to be okay. I barely know myself.”

“She’s a fighter.” He tried to offer her some support.

“I know, I always pitied myself for all the shit I’ve been through but hearing her stories makes me feel somewhat normal.” She almost laughed. “But this can’t be the end of her story. Her name is on the freaking hospital. If she goes, we’ll all die with her.”

“That’s a little dramatic.” Link forced a smile, pulling Amelia’s small frame into his chest. She shrugged, the idea seeming completely rational in her eyes. “Can I drive you to a meeting or something?” He asked. “I feel like I’m not helping.” 

“I signed up for one tomorrow at noon. You have to book now, cause of the virus.”

“So you’re just supposed to already know if you’re going to have a shitty day?”

“Yeah, exactly,” Amelia grumbled. “Thank you though.” She leaned up and they shared a lingering kiss.

“This guy needs to sleep though,” he chuckled, pulling the sleeping baby out of her grasp.

“But he’s making me feel better,” Amelia whined.

“I’m also pretty good at that,” Link grinned, receiving an eye roll. He placed Scout in the crib that they’d moved back into their room. They’d had him sleeping in Mer’s to get used to being away from his parents but Amelia had called earlier that day to let him know that Mer would be coming home in the next couple of days and he’d decided to move Scout back. He threw on pajamas while he was up before crawling back into bed. Any topic of conversation he tried to bring up wasn’t appealing to his girlfriend and eventually they ended up falling asleep, a little too far apart for Link’s liking.

Amelia was a notoriously late riser. Always pulling on articles of clothing last minute, sometimes even in the car. That brunette cherished every moment of sleep and Link didn’t quite share the same mindset. He spent most of his childhood in a bed and usually so stressed that he would lie awake at night for hours. Eventually he got over the insomnia but to this day has never been one to linger in bed, unless it was for an activity that he and Amelia were barely undertaking at the moment. Though with them both having the day off, he doubted she’d leave their bedroom until at least nine. So when Amelia came trudging down the stairs at seven the next morning Link almost spat out his coffee in surprise. Scout gurgled happily to see his mother, through sips of a bottle.

“You should’ve waited for me to feed him,” Amelia grumbled as she entered the kitchen, her chest always especially sore in the mornings.

“I didn’t expect you to be up for another couple of hours.” Link shrugged, he knew Amelia was going through a lot but her grumpy attitude was starting to drain him.

“We’re doing a group Facetime. Since Maggie and I both have the day off Teddy and Richard want to let us know how she’s doing. Though I doubt Maggie will be up.” Link raised his eyebrows. “Winston got here last night,” she explained.

“Ah,” he replied, removing the empty bottle from Scout’s pudgy hands. “Must be nice.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Her voice was filled with irritation, most likely due to the technological difficulties she seemed to be experiencing from her phone.

“Nothing,” Link sighed. He moved to glance at Amelia’s phone screen. “You’re on mute, babe.”

“Oh.” Teddy’s voice echoed through the kitchen. “Thanks. Where are the kids?”

“All on the Ipads, in their rooms, doing schoolwork.”

“Okay,” Amelia breathed a sigh of relief as she sunk into the dining room chair beside him and let herself become absorbed in the facetime call. Link stood up to finish the dishes from breakfast this morning. Normally Amelia would tell the kids to pick one thing to have but Link couldn’t bring himself to tell Bailey he couldn’t have eggs and Ellis she couldn’t have oatmeal. Zola was also obsessed with smoothies...it was a lot of dishes.

“What do you mean she’s murmuring things about Lexie?” Amelia’s voice brought him back to reality. “Is she hallucinating?” His girlfriend’s voice was getting more and more anxious. “I can come in if you think it's neuro.”

“We don’t know what it is,” Teddy responded, he could tell that she was trying to calm the worried sisters down. “That’s all I have for today. Her lungs are doing better now that they’re resting on the vent. I think that was a smart move. I’ll see you both again at the same time tomorrow for another update and I’ll try to text you if anything changes.”

“Okay, thank you,” Amelia muttered. Link could hear Maggie respond the same before Amelia hung up the phone and placed it on the table in front of her. Link turned to find her with her head in her hands. Her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail with strands falling out, framing her face. He’d forgotten how petite she was until about a week after giving birth. Not that she had even gotten that big when she was carrying Scout. Right now, curled up in the chair with her knees pulled into her chest, she looked almost childlike. He found himself wondering if she was eating enough. He moved to her side and placed a tentative hand on her shoulder. Amelia glanced up at him, brushing the tears from her cheeks. She looked broken. Link almost winced at her expression, as if her pain was being transferred on to him.

“I’m sorry.” Was the only thing he could say.

“It’s okay,” Amelia rested her chin atop her knees. “We’ve just always had a rocky relationship.” Her voice faltered. “If I don’t get to tell her I love her before she dies I...”

“I know,” Link sat down beside her, as she trailed off. “And I know that she knows.”

“And I don’t think I can handle losing anyone else.” She grimaced at the idea, allowing Scout to wrap his fingers around her pinky.

“Well you’ll always have me.”

“Nah, at this point we’re just waiting for cancer to take you out,” she joked, pushing a rather large strand of hair behind her ear.

“I mean I haven’t been getting my regular scans since COVID so I’m sure the first one I’ll get after all this will just light up like a Christmas tree.” Amelia’s eyes darkened. “Hey, I’m kidding.”

“Don’t just look at me. You’ve got this guy to stick around for too.” Link turned to Scout who had been desperately jutting his arms out in his father’s direction, begging to be picked up. Link chuckled, scooping the wiggling baby up into his arms and blowing a raspberry on his exposed stomach. Scout squealed in delight, wrapping his arms around Link’s neck and placing a wet kiss on his cheek. Amelia watched the interaction with a bittersweet smile, the topic of their conversation still looming heavily over them.

“Next time you’re at work you should get scanned.” 

“It doesn’t really work like that, babe.” He was still absorbed in Scout’s babbling, repeating some of the baby’s gibberish and receiving lots of giggling. “They’re only taking emergent stuff right now.” 

“Well this could be--”

“Mia,” Link sighed, placing the baby down. Scout pouted comically and banged his fists against his highchair. “I’m not emergent. That’s a good thing. Before every scan I had growing up I already knew if it was going to be a good one or a bad one. If I’m in rough shape I can usually tell. There’s symptoms and I’m always on high alert for them, okay?” Amelia nodded.

“Sorry, I just have bad odds.”

“I have great odds. I beat it the first time. I have an amazing wife and baby and job. Your bad odds and my good odds will just cancel out and we’ll have very average odds together.” He was confused as to why Amelia was looking at him like he was crazy. “I mean that might be far fetched but--”

“Wife?” Her heart had skipped a beat. “You have an amazing wife?” Link’s eyes widened before placing a kiss on her forehead and practically running out of the room.

“I dunno what you’re talking about. Definitely don’t want to get married. Haven’t been thinking about it at all. That’s way too soon. I’d be crazy for even thinking about that.” He stopped at the door and peered back at her. “I mean unless you wanted to.” 

“Your unbelievable,” Amelia shook her head in amusement as Link left the kitchen. “Your daddy is unbelievable.”

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Pomegranate

Part One

Pairing: Harry Styles x OC

Warnings: gang activity, drinkng

Summary: A retelling of the myth of Hades and Persephone with a modern mob twist.

Word Count: 4.1k

Stephanie has spent the first twenty four years of her life sht in away from the world by her worriesome mother, who refuses to let anyone hurt her daughter after her lovr abandoned them. But when Harry Styles, one of the big three Olympi ‘brothers’, stumbles upon her, he has to have her, at whatever cost

A/N: I really loved this one. It’s one of my favorites. I hope you guys enjoy it. PLEASE send me feedback, questions and asks are always appreciated. Love you all!

“What if the real story was completely different? What if it was Persephone in control and not Hades at all? What if she was bored of the flowers, discontent with her situation and wanted to make more of her life than the grass and trees could offer her?” 

-Nikita Gill

24 years ago

Demetra shook as the tears rolled down her face. Her fingers flexing on the steering wheel as she watched Zeke kiss Hellen again. Every look of fondness, every touch, was another stab to her broken heart. 

She watched them enter their home, as the door shut all the promises he had made to her falling down all around her, she placed a hand on her swelling belly, rubbing in smooth and slow circles. She hated him. She hated men. 

“I promise you little one….You will never ever feel this pain.” she narrowed her eyes as she put her car in drive. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Present Day

“Find me in the garden there, meet my eyes with lovely stare, take my heart and take my love, a wonder of my life,” Stephanie sang quietly to herself as she brushed her long black hair. Today was an important day for her and she wanted to look her best, it was the day her mother would be bringing her into the family business and teaching her how to run it. She gazed at her face in the ornate gold mirror on her vanity, studying her features, trying to gauge if she looked like a mature woman or rather a scared little girl. 

She felt like a scared little girl.

The family business was ruthless, cutthroat. And she had never been one for cruelty, she had a kind soul as her mother would say. But a kind soul could weaken the Kingdom they built, and as a woman, this high up, anyone was looking for an excuse to snatch the Kingdom keys from them. 

Stephanie had never been told exactly what it was her mother did, but she knew people feared her. Overhearing phone conversations and hiding under the table at dinner parties, she heard the way people spoke to her and the way she spoke to them. She knew what her mother did was dangerous and she knew it was a big responsibility for her, to make sure she held the Kingdom up with as much grace and cutthroat as her mother did. 

She just wasn’t sure she had it in her.

“Never trust men. Men are cruel, evil. Once they get what they want from you, they toss you aside.” her mother brushed her fingers along Stephanie’s cheek fondly. “That’s why I have to keep you hidden away. To keep you safe.”

Her mother’s words rang in her mind.

She never knew her father. Her mother never spoke of him. The only thing she knew was that he headed an organization that worked in conjunction with theirs. She didn’t know if he knew of her existence or if he and her mother ever worked directly together. Any attempts to ask about him were shut down swiftly and harshly. 

“Stephanie?” her mother’s voice rang through the door, accompanied by a light knock. Stephanie stood, smoothing down her pink and yellow sundress as Demetra opened the door. “Oh look at you.” she smiled wide, making Stephanie feel proud, Demetra locked her arm through her daughter’s, pulling her out of the room. “Are you excited today?” 

“Yeah, it’ll be nice to go out and see what you do.” Demetra was an overprotective mother. When Zeke, Stephanie’s father, went back to his wife and abandoned them, she vowed her daughter would never experience the hurt and rejection she had faced. And so, Stephanie had been homeschooled, had limited access to the outside world and people. Her friends were her books and her films. She had been hidden away. 

A guard stood outside the front door, and one stood next to a white buick with the backdoor open. Stephanie held her mother’s hand as they walked to the car. 

“Hi!” Stephanie said pleasantly, the guard only nodded, shutting the door after Demetra climbed in beside her daughter. 

“The Warehouse please.” she said to the driver. The man started the car and Stephanie looked outside with fascination. 

“I’ve never left the property before.” she said absentmindedly, Demetra only smiled, extending her hand to her daughter. 

“I know you’ve waited years for this.”

-*-*-*-

“What do you mean you can’t find him Niall? That’s your job.” Harry turned away from the boxer practicing, he was going to ring necks if someone didn’t find Hayden, and they better find him fast. 

“Look all I know is that Amelia said he was going to Demetra to drop some product off and then he’s going to Zeke. I can text Zeke-”

“No,” Harry interrupted, grabbing his coat, Alan was a winner, he would be the one to bet on in the fight so he wasn’t worried. Business before pleasure. “I’ll go to Demetra’s Warehouse, maybe catch him outside.” he ended the call after Niall said good bye. 

Harry had been apart of the Olympi Gang since he came to America. It felt like years ago he’d arrived with dreams of being a musician, but rejection after rejection left him heartbroken and destitute. That’s when he’d met Louis, another Brit from Doncaster,a sassy motherfucker who had helped him learn how to navigate the streets and do what needed to be done to survive. His initiation had been one hell of a beating, but he got that OG tattoo the very next day, busted eye lid, cracked ribs and all. The pain had been worth it. He’d moved up quickly, hustling with his good looks and charm. Zeke had said he was born for this when he finally made him one of the ‘brothers’. He was the youngest-by years. But he had  sharp tongue and a wisdom of the streets that couldn’t be matched. He couldn’t even remember why he really came here in the first place. 

But only sometimes.

Demetra’s territory was on the other side of the city. Rural area. The last place you’d expect major operations like theirs to go down. But she had a green thumb, and worked her magic in gardens, growing vegetables and fruits, grains, flowers, she single handedly fed the city with her crops, having bought out all the farming land. It was the perfect cover. 

-*-*-*-

The car pulled into the warehouse parking lot. ‘Demeter Organics’ was painted in bright red above the warehouse doors, trucks were being loaded, people were walking about here and there. Stephanie was excited and amazed, she had never seen so many people in her life. 

“Come on sweetheart,” Demetra said, touching her daughter’s arm lightly as the car door was opened. Stephanie followed her mother out, taking her hand once again as Demetra led the way into the warehouse. 

Stephanie was amazed. It was huge, large fluorescent lights hanging overhead, people standing at tables or on forklifts, lifting and loading boxes, shelves stacked high with an assortment of things. As Stephanie looked around she could see many of the people were manufacturing weapons. Demetra cleared her throat, grabbing her daughter’s attention. 

“I know this must all be overwhelming for you,” she said, walking Stephanie down between the isles of workers. No one dared look up, everyone continuing to work hard as they walked by. “I want you to know I’m not a bad person. When your father and I started this years ago...This,” she waved at the workers around them. “Is what we had to do to survive. To thrive….All of it for you.” She smiled at her daughter. “But as the years past I was able to step out on my own. To create something of great value to this city and the world.” The stopped outside another door. Demetra turned to Stephanie, taking her daughter’s hands in hers. “Are you ready?” she asked. Stephanie’s hard was pounding. 

“Im ready mom.” a guard opened the door behind them. It creaked and groaned as it moved, the warm summer breeze hitting Stephanie’s face, as sunlight shone in. 

“Welcome to the garden Stephie,” her mother pulled her outside. 

Two large greenhouses stood side by side. Men in white suits with netted hats, tended to bees just to the left of them and beyond that was fields of vegetation. Tractors pulled and people picked fresh food and flowers, working at benches to clean and package the fruit. The smell in the air, the heavy scent of flower perfumes invaded her senses. She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. 

“It’s beautiful.” she whispered in awe. Demetra wrapped an arm around her, kissing the side of her head. 

“I know I’ve been difficult. But everything I’ve done was to protect you.” She let go of her. “But now I think you’re old enough. All this,” she waved a hand at the beauty around her. “It’s yours. The workers work for you. Everything but the business deals and contracts you are in control of.” She looked around in wonder. 

“Thank you momma.” she hugged her mother tightly, burying her face in her shoulder.

“Hello Ms. Demetra.” Stephanie turned her head to see an older woman with thinning white hair and wrinkles walked up to them. She shook Demetra’s hand, before turning her grey eyes to Stephanie. “You must be Stephanie. Pretty as a lily you are,” her hand felt rough and hard, she was a woman used to hard laboring.

“Hello,” Stephanie chirped with a grin. Demetra watched her daughter with fondness. 

“This is Annabeth. She’ll be working directly under you. Whenever you have a question or need something go to her.” Stephanie nodded, glancing behind her mother to see a security guard approaching. 

“Ms. Demetra, Hayden is here to see you.” Demetra let go of her daughter. 

“Alright. Set him in my office,” she touched Stephanie’s cheek gently. “Are you going to be alright?” Stephanie nodded, stepping back away from her mother. 

“I’ll be fine. I want to explore the garden if that’s alright?” Demetra chuckled.

“Of course.I’ll find you when we’re done.”

-*-*-*-

Harry pulled up at the back of the Warehouse. Whenever he came to visit Demetra, he always went through the garden entrance. Something about it felt so comforting and familiar. Maybe it had to do with his mom, he wasn’t sure, but Demetra could be a handful and he needed the walk to relax. 

Soft giggling met his ears when he shut the car door. It was a beautiful sound, like a melody.  he looked over into the sunflowers, blooming proudly and felt himself take in a sharp breath. 

The girl was like a vision. He watched as she walked through the flowers, touching them gently, with reverence, her long dark curls flowing behind her. She was barefoot, in a pink and yellow dress, it was the simplest thing, and it made his heart pound. Never had he felt that way before. 

He didn’t realize he had approached her until she gasped, startled by his appearance. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, she had beautiful dark eyes and full pouty lips that were turned down as she frowned at him. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She smiled, “It’s alright.” he liked that it met her eyes, he watched her visibly relax. “Do you work here? In the garden?” he shook his head. 

“No. Actually I’m here to see Demetra.” he stepped closer, unable to keep much distance from her. There was something warm and safe about her. He wanted to be around her and feel like this always. 

“She’s talking with Hayden right now.” So he is here. That was good. Harry could see the freckles beneath her eyes, that crossed the bridge of her nose. His hand twitched, he wanted to touch her, caress her face, play with her hair. Was this what love at first sight was? He hoped so. He smiled down at her. It was small and private. Just for her. 

"What is your name?" He asked, reaching up to brush his fingers against her rosy cheek. He couldn't help it, he hadn't meant to. But there was something about her that made him weak. Weak in the knees. He would do whatever she asked, no request was to great.

"Stephanie. I'm Demetra's daughter."

"Oh?" He was surprised, "I didn't know she had a daughter." The girl blushed, looking away from him and down at her feet. She was good. So sweet.

"She kept me hidden very well." There was slight pause, he studied her features, big brown doe eyes, looking anywhere but at him, soft pink, pillowy lips, long lashes, she had the cutest little nose, golden brown skin. She was soft. He wanted nothing more than to take her home with him.

"Look at me little one." He put his finger under her chin, tilting her face to look up at him. Their eyes met once more and he watched as her body visibly relaxed at his touch. She was astounding. "You are....a masterpiece." He leaned down, nose brushing against hers. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest-

"Steph!" Harry pulled back sharply as she whipped her head around. Hayden was making his way towards them, a suspicious look on his face.

"Hayden," Stephanie's cheeks were full on red with embarrassment now, hands clasped behind her back. Hayden put a protective arm around her shoulder.

"Your mother asked me to take you to Hollyn. We've been looking for you." He turned his eyes to Harry, stood expressionless. "Harry."

"Hayden....please come see me after you're done here with Demetra. I have some packages for you." His expression changed when he looked back as Stephanie, it softened. "It was lovely to meet you my dear." She smiled. It was breath taking.

"Likewise Mr. Styles." Hayden steered her away, back into the large warehouse, once out of earshot, he gripped her arm.

"You listen to me Stephie. You stay away from him. Understand?"

"But he was so nice. He was kind. Why?"

"Just remember your mother's teachings. And stay away from that man."

Harry called Zeke as soon as he got into his car.

"What?" Zeke's tone was annoyed, Harry heard the whimpering of some poor fool in the background.

"Did you know Demetra had a daughter?" He asked, he heard the sound of bones cracking and a scream of agony.

"Yes. She's my daughter. What of it?" Harry felt his blood run cold. It had taken him years as an affiliate to gain the position he had now, as one of the kingpins of this organization, but he still worked under Zeke. He would have to be careful.

"Nothing I just....I was surprised is all." He finally said, chewing his bottom lip nervously.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" Zeke asked, a fondness Harry had never heard in his tone before.

"Yeah. She really is."

"Harry? Do you like where you are? Your position in my family?"

"Yes. I'm grateful for it. I worked hard you know that."

"I do." Zeke hummed. "So let me give you some advice. You want to last long with us, you stay away from my daughter."

-*-*-*-

The ride to Hollyn’s house was quiet.” Stephanie thought about what Hayden had said. He didn’t press the issue and when they said good bye to her mother he didn’t mention their encounter with Harry Styles. So she kept silent, hand on her chin, gazing out the window and soaking in the new sights all around her. 

Hollyn lived in a little cottage in a neat suburban area. There was a lake and forest behind her house. When Stephanie was little she would bring trinkets and spells for her that she made herself. And pictures of the cottage so she could picture it in her mind. She was a self proclaimed witch and healer but was also Stephanie’s God mother and dearest friend. 

“We’re here.” Hayden said. He pulled up beside the cottage. It was cobblestoned, ivy climbing high up the side, the terrace wrapped in blood red roses, shrubs covered the front yard, a willow tree hanging over the roof. And fairy lights, leading all the way up to the house. 

“Wow.” Stephanie whispered, going to unbuckle her seatbelt. 

“Stephi.” Hayden put his hand over hers, she looked up into his hazel eyes. “You know...I’ve known you for years...what I said about Harry...I just want to keep you safe.” Stephanie leaned forward, kissing his cheek lightly. 

“I know Hayden. My mom couldn’t have gotten on without you. I love you too.” With that she hopped out of the car, bounding up the steps to her Godmother’s house.

-*-*-*-

“Did you know Demetra had a daughter?” Harry asked Niall. They sat in his living room, watching football, Niall shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. 

“I mean, doesn’t everyone in this bloody gang have kids?” Harry rolled his eyes. 

“I’m serious.” He couldn’t get her out of his head. “Nobody even knew. How fucking crazy is that? She kept her hidden.”

“Not to be an ass but why do you care so much?”

“I don’t.” Harry defended, he could feel himself blushing, Niall giving him a knowing smile. He licked his lips. “She’s Zeke’s daughter.” Niall raised his eyebrows at that. 

“My advice as your friend then...stay the hell away from her H. That can and will only bring trouble.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Harry snorted. “I just wondered if you knew.” They watched the rest of the game quietly, only commenting on it here and there. When it was over Niall stood up to leave. 

“You doin’ the ball thing tonight?” Harry rolled his eyes. Of course he was. He was one of the Big Three. Any major event he would be in attendance. “You bringing Marlene with you?” Marlene. The girl he fucked on the regular. Not his girlfriend, but familiar enough she usually went with him to events like the Ball.

“Of course.” Harry said. Niall gave him a cheeky grin. 

“Just checking.” 

Alone with himself Harry’s thoughts went back to Stephanie. The way his stomach flipped when he pictured her face made his hands twitch. Why did he have to want the one person he could never have.

-*-*-*-

 “Welcome home Stephi.” Hollyn said, embracing her Goddaughter gently. Stephanie held onto her, breathing in the familiar smells of Frankincense and lavender. She felt like she was home. 

Hollyn was older, around Demetra’s age. Her hair was jet black, tight curls that ran down her between her shoulder blades, and was always frizzy. Never one for makeup, her skin was smooth and soft, albeit there were some crows feet around her brown eyes. She always wore tank tops and long flowing skirts, gems dangled off her body. She was the most magical person Stephanie knew. 

The house smelled of patchouli and sage. Plants grew and hung all over the place. Stephanie felt an odd calmness fall over her as Hollyn led her to the living room. She took the Laz-boy, while Hollyn sat on the couch. 

“So how are you? Today was your first day off the grounds.” Hollyn smiled. She loved Demetra dearly, but felt her helicopter parenting style was harmful. It broke her heart to never be able to take Stephi anywhere. A real life Rapunzel, except her mother wasn’t evil, just afraid.

“It was so exciting!” Stephanie gushed, her face lighting up. She talked about the garden and her mother believing she could do a good job managing it and how she couldn’t wait to get started. 

“It’s all so new I just...I want her to be proud.” Hollyn smiled.

“I’m glad Stephi. Truly.” 

“Hollyn?” Stephanie asked nervously. “Do you know who Harry Styles is?” she watched Hollyn stiffen, she sighed, setting her cup of tea down. 

“I do….You met him today?” Stephanie nodded. “You like him don’t you?”

“N...No! Of course not!” Hollyn chuckled, amused at how red her Goddaughter’s face went. 

“I would never tell you what to do. You’re a woman now. You make your choices but,” Hollyn lifted a finger, a small smile on her lips. “I caution you my dear. Just be careful. I’ve heard things. Though I’ve never met him, so who’s to say they’re true. I just ask you to use your head as well as your heart.” 

“You make it sound like we’re dating.” Stephanie said playfully. Hollyn shrugged. 

“Call it an old woman’s intuition.” she laughed. “Now,” she stood up, walking around to extend her hand to Stephanie. “Did your mother tell you why I wanted you here?” she shook her head. “The Summer ball is tonight. And you, my darling, are going.” Hollyn flinched as Stephanie let out a squeal, throwing herself at her Godmother. 

“How many strings did you have to pull?!” Hollyn nuzzled Stephanie’s nose affectionately. 

“A true witch never tells.”

-*-*-*-

Harry checked himself over in the mirror. A lavender colored suit with black velvet flower designs. He liked this one a lot. He was adjusting his pants when a soft knock on the door let him know his date had arrived. 

Marlene was a lower level dealer, but she was cute and they had met at a party about a year or so back. She was blonde, with green eyes and beautiful red lips. Some likened her to Marilyn Monroe. Harry didn’t really care, she was a good fuck. 

“Hey.” Marlene leaned up to kiss him, sighing when he cupped her cheek and kissed her back, but he wasn’t into it. Stephanie’s face flashed in his mind and he wondered what it would be like if he had kissed her. How soft would her lips be?

“Hello love,” Harry said, pulling back to take a look at her. Red bodycon dress, with matching pumps and a clutch, didn’t really match him, but they weren’t a thing so that didn’t matter. 

“You ready to go?” she asked. “The driver is waiting downstairs. Harry nodded, locking his apartment behind him. 

The balls were usually held at Zeke and Hellen’s home. A mansion on the outskirts of town in a gated community. Harry could have been their neighbor. But he liked his little loft apartment and the noise the city made at night.It was his lullaby. 

The house was already bustling with activity, lights shining in the driveway as couples chatted, and butlers served horderves. The gang would have these parties once every season, to bring the ‘family’ all together and to discuss how the business was running,the profit turns and fatalities. 

Hollyn squeezed Stephanie’s hand as their car pulled up outside of Zeke and Hellen’s house. 

“You look beautiful.” Hollyn complimented her. Stephanie took a shaky breath.

“I’m nervous.” she confessed. Hollyn chuckled, brushing hair back out of her Goddaughter’s face. 

“Don’t be. You’ve got this.”

The Ball was in full swing. Harry stood with Marlene on his hip, talking politely with Zayn and his girlfriend. A few more minutes of chatter and maybe he could convince Marlene it was time for them to head back to his place. He had some big shipments coming up and exhaustion wouldn’t be an excuse if he fucked things up. 

“Oh my God.” Gigi gasped, she was pointing at someone behind the group. “Who’s that?” when Harry turned, he had to force his jaw not to drop to the floor. 

It was Stephanie, Demetra’s daughter, coming down the staircase with Hollyn, arm in arm. She wore a simple white dress with spaghetti straps and a slit that went just above the knee on the left side. It looked soft, like it was made of silk, white sandals on her feet, her toes and fingers painted a baby pink. Her hair was pulled into a simple messy, but classy bun and the only makeup he could see on her face was the ruby red lip stain on her lips.

Stephanie’s heart was pounding as she ascended the stairs with her Godmother. She held onto Hollyn tightly, terrified she would fall over. She could feel the eyes on her and when she did look up she saw a pair of familiar green eyes staring back at her, her heart fluttered and her lips parted in a silent gasp. Harry looked as handsome as he had in trousers, a black t shirt and sunglasses. She couldn’t help but smile at him and give him a little wave. And her stomach flipped when he gave her the tiniest smile back and winked.

[unabasheddinosaurkitten]

Rise Of Orthros

Chapter Nine

The dragons riders and Abigail had made it back to Rishnag, they were hoping they made it in time. Luckily for them Amelia had awoken on the flight back to Rishnag, although she was still very weak from her encounter with Max.

Each step she took with ease, her eyes wondering at others as they watched. Some tried spitting on her, once a trust is broken from a mage it would be harder to get it back. Amelia knew that was always going to be a risk, she held onto her side before stopping with the others out the front of the castle.

"Sam? Why did you bring them here?" His father Michael asked.

Michael had brown, short hair, that slightly reveals a fine but tense face. His brown eyes glistened from the sun that was coming in from the north side of the town, his brown eyes sat lightly in their sockets. His tan skin was covered by armour and could only be seen on his neck. Not to mention a few scars he aquatinted in battle protecting his lord.

"Because father, we found evidence that indicates, that they are innocent," Sam said, Michael looked into his eyes, he could tell if his son was lying.

Michael stepped aside allowing them to enter, following behind Amelia. He couldn't help but frown at her slow posture, what happened on Gandor? It had to be something.

"My lord, Sam requests to speak with you," Michael said as he stepped forward bowing in front of him.

Lord Ragnar turned around to face Sam, "How did you get them?" He asked pointing towards Hunter, Hanna and Amelia.

"My lord, you need to listen to us. Hunter, Hanna and Amelia had no part in the assignation attempt on your life. Why would they?" Sam asked as he brought out the scroll handing it towards Lord Ragnar.

Lord Ragnar grabbed it with a little bit of hesitation, he opened it where he read the scroll frowning, "How do I know this isn't fake?" He asked.

Abigail stepped forward and bowed her head, "My lord, I was in the tavern all afternoon and never heard any one of them speaking about assassinating you, in honestly, they were going to check in to see if you could bring some guards out their, they don't trust Richard."

Lord Ragnar looked up towards her, "Hmm... well I guess that is the...." before he could finish, the sound of an arrow being released from a bow sounded through the palace.

Abigail watched before turning her hands in a circular motion, "Verndaðu þinn, verndaðu vin þinn." She used a force field to protect Lord Ragnar, the arrow bouncing off.

"Get him!" Lord Ragnar shouted towards his guards, who nodded and chased after the man

Hunter, Stephen and Sam also ran after the man, racing through the streets; Hunter picked up his speed heading towards the forest where the man was fleeing toward. The forest was gigantic, radiant, and prospering. Its canopy was marked by chestnut, walnut, and hickory, and occasional openings in their crowns allowed plenty of light through for an overabundance of mushrooms to monopolize the moist and fertile bottom layer below.

Silent branches waved from many a tree, and a range of flowers, which clung to any space they could find, clashed with the otherwise dark green landscape. A clamour of animal sounds, predominantly those of varmint, reverberated through the air, and were accompanied by the sounds of over a thousand birds.

The sun began setting behind the trees, giving it a nice glow, the wind blowing through the winds giving a slight chill in the air. Hunter continued to chase the man further into the forest, he needed answers and he didn't care if he ran after him all night long.

The man looked back as he noticed Hunter was gaining closer towards him, he flung his bow over his shoulder allowing him to quicken the pace he needed hopefully. Be one he couldn't get caught especially after everything he did and Richard didn't like those who failed.

Hunter knew that he couldn't let this man get away, he was working for Richard; he couldn't allow them to get away either, especially for what Richard tried doing to Amelia. Hunter was still haunted a little by her screams and the look he was given by her, when she wanted to give up.

He shook his head and moved more swiftly against the fallen leaves on the ground; the sound of crunching was heard from the leaves and twigs he had ran over: Hunter glanced forward to see the man being so concerned about Hunter chasing him, the man began tripping over his own feet every few seconds, slowing down his pace as he did.

Hunter reached forward grabbing the man in front of him sending them both to the ground, he pulled out a dagger from his pocket and went to attack, when the man kicked him off; Hunter groaned as he landed on his back, but he didn't give the man a chance to attack before swiping his leg, making the man lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Hunter was quick to pin him to the ground, punching him hard in the fact. A crack sounded through the face, the man groaned and blood started pouring from his nose, "Who are you? Why did you try to kill Lord Ragnar?"

The man once again pushed Hunter off him before standing up, holding his nose, "My name is Zachariah and that is a secret to why I did what I did. You'll have to kill me first."

Hunter frowned, standing in a stance in front of Zachariah before throwing another punch, Zachariah dodged the punch this time trying to hit Hunter who dodged as well. Jumping backwards; he landed a few meters away from Zachariah.

Zachariah screamed out as he charged forward only for Hunter to grab him by the waist and knocked him to the ground; he cried out as he hit the ground feeling a few bones break as he did. Zachariah coughed as he tried to get up.

Hunter smirked before taking another few steps back, he moved his hands slowly feeling the ground shake underneath him. He didn't want to use his ability yet but he knew he needed to get Zachariah back to Lord Ragnar and this was the only way.

Hunter moved slowly as he opened up his arms, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, feeling the water around him begin to move. A gasp left Zachariah's mouth, "A water elf? But I thought they weren't around anymore?"

Zachariah couldn't believe it to what he was witnessing, he was told they were no longer around but here one was standing in front of him. Zachariah tried to move only for ice to grab a hold of his arms and legs making him scream out.

"Don't struggle it'll hurt more... now I will let you go if you allow me to take you to the lord himself," Hunter replied as he stepped forward. "You can't fight on your way back otherwise it won't work and I will make sure you will get taken back by Richard and he can do what he pleases with you."

Zachariah gulped and nodded, "Yes... I will." He knew what would happen if Richard knew he was caught."

Hunter let the ice disappear before he grabbed Zachariah's hand taking him back towards the castle. Slowly walking behind knowing if he made a run for it, he would be able to get him.

Hunter pushed Zachariah into the castle, making him fall to the ground with a grunt, "Here he is my lord." He bowed before stepping to the side.

Lord Ragnar nodded at Hunter, letting him know he will handle this from now on, he stepped forward to Zachariah with a mighty backhanded strike sending Zachariah to the ground, he shouted, "How dare you! attack me in my own castle! Guards take him away, make this worm talk."

The guards nodded before dragging Zachariah away, he tried to fight only for the guards to hold him more tightly, "Please! Please don't hurt me!" Zachariah cried out, "I'll tell you everything you need to know."

A dark chuckle left Lord Ragnar's mouth, "Yes you will... worm, all in due time."

He turned towards the dragon riders and Abigail once again, "My dragon riders, I owe you an apology for what I did to you, not believing in my own protectors... Amelia whatever happened on Gandor, I am truly sorry."

Throughout the night, Zachariah's screams could be heard throughout the town, sending chills through everyone's spines, as the town knew all too well what happens when you cross the king.

Zachariah looked at the guards before whimpering, "Okay.. okay I will tell you everything you need to know, please stop."

The guards chuckled before staring at him, "Well then... start from the beginning."

"Richard wanted Amelia dead, but since she brought Hunter and Hanna with her, he knew he had to think of something bigger, so he asked me to help him, in return he will help my guild grow and become better, so I bumped into Hunter at the tavern, handing him a scroll that stated what was planned" He said.

The guards looked at each other, "That's not the scroll the lord himself received, it was actually the one signing that you and your guild will be doing the attack."

Zachariah's eyes widened as he realised what he had done, he had given away the wrong information, "Anyway so I ran here with the fake note that Richard had made up to look like Amelia, Hunter and Hanna were the ones to do it and while you'll all be concerned about them, no one would notice someone else trying to assassinate, lord Ragnar, it was the perfect plan until Max the priest decided to take matters into his own hands and try to kill Amelia, I raced back here in hopes I could get to Lord Ragnar in time, to set everything up for Richard to help with the assassination."

The guards smirked before heading out of the dungeon and towards the main hall where Lord Ragnar was seated, his hand resting against his chin while the dragon riders and Abigail were seated nearby.

"My lord, he has admitted everything, believe it or not it was Amelia's father Richard that was behind this whole scheme to have you assassinated."

A soft growl left Lord Ragnar's mouth as he banged his fist against his throne chair, "Bastards! Bring me their heads at once."

"Wait... my lord please just face them, maybe not all of them are involved," Amelia replied, she also wanted to see their faces again. She wanted them to know that she now knew they were behind everything, and that they couldn't harm her anymore than they already had.

She also wanted them to know, she had a family, a family who adored her and cared for, in ways she never was given as a child. She could stand tall in front of them for once and watch them die like they tried when she was young.

Lord Ragnar looked at Amelia's face and could see how serious she was about her statement, it was a weird request but he knew that it would bring a sort of justice back to there system, allowing everyone to know that he is not to be crossed, "Alright... guards bring them to me at once... alive."

Translations: Verndaðu þinn, verndaðu vin þinn - protect thy, protect thy friend

[baby-blossoms]

Honey Bunny

Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader

Warnings: Kind of angsty, mentions of death (mother), profanity, shaded mentions of self-harm

Word Count: 2,507

Request: “Could you possibly do a (sort of) continuation to your Evan Hansen x Reader - The Tree, except for Connor x Reader?”

Summary: Soulmate AU where you have a mark on your wrist that shows you what your soulmate is most passionate about, and you can feel physical pain they go through. Reader is very popular in high school, but everything starts to go downhill when her mother passes. She then unexpectedly meets her soulmate, Connor. Basically the Connor Murphy version of my Evan x Reader story, The Tree.

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      You were living every high-schoolers cliché dream. You were head of the cheer-leading team. All eyes were on you when you walked around the halls with your friends. You had been the Homecoming Queen, the runner up being your best friend. You had perfect grades and the perfect life. Your popularity was almost unmatched. But your mother had passed recently, and everything seemed to fall to pieces the moment she took her last breath. She was a free-spirited woman with many ambitions and interests. This, she had passed down to you along with beautiful y/e/c eyes. Your father could barely maintain eye contact with you anymore. He said looking at you hurt. You looked strikingly like her, and he avoided you because of it. Every time he looked at you directly his eyes got weepy, and he had to leave the room. It chipped away at you quickly.

                You were left heartbroken and alone. It became apparent to you how shallow and two-faced your friends were. They expected you to be over her death within a week and got frustrated when you didn’t want to go shopping or partying with them. It felt as if the only thing you had left in the world was the pet rabbit your mom had surprised you with days prior to her death. You had all known she was ill, but the abruptness of her death tore you to shreds. It took everything in you not to give up after her passing. Your father was dealing with her death much worse than you. He sobbed for hours when he saw the soulmate mark on his wrist had vanished with her passing. 

          You avoided looking at your own now, scared of losing your soulmate like your father had. You felt every physical pain your soulmate endure, and the same stinging pain on your wrists made your eyes water. The pain came more and more often, and you couldn’t help but feel sick at the conclusion you had come to regarding what the pain might be stemming from. It felt like you were left with a hole where your heart should be, just empty. It was a struggle to maintain your high school life, nothing mattered as much as it used to.

            “You’re late once again, Y/N. Do you have a tardy pass?” Your teacher called out to you as you made your way to your assigned seat. With a heavy sigh, you didn’t bother to sit down.

            “Oh, sincerest apologies, my liege. Let me fetch that for you at once.”  

           You retorted sarcastically. Your ‘friends’ snickered, and you shot them all an empty smile as you made your way out of the classroom. You had the choice of going to the front office and getting reprimanded for your third tardy of the week or ditching class and getting reprimanded for skipping class later. It really wasn’t a difficult choice for you. Lunch was the next period, anyway. You spent the entirety of your class sitting just within the tree-line of the forest next to your school. The gardening class had planted a new tree sapling as if there weren’t enough trees around. When the lunch bell rang and a small group of kids seemed to be having a serious conversation next to the sapling, you decided it was time to take your leave.

                Your teacher quickly tracked you down in the cafeteria and started to escort you to the front office.

               “Y/n, I know things have been sticky for you recently, but you can’t just skip your classes when you don’t feel like attending them.”

He sighed softly, looking to you with eyes full of pity. An inferno of anger raged within you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from yelling back,

                “Sticky? My mom died! You think sticky was the word to use in that situation? You call it sticky when everyone’s mom dies in front of them, or am I just getting special treatment?”

Your teacher, Mr. Destler, looked to you with surprise. He was used to sarcasm or snotty comments from you by now, but it was rare that you ever truly lost your temper in front of anyone. Taking a step away from you, he calmly stated,

                 “I apologize for my wording. How about you just take a moment to calm down?” You huffed out a broken laugh, shaking your head.

                “How about,” you snarled, “you go fuck yourself, sir.” 

A loud laugh caught the both of you off-guard, and you turned to see a boy with long wavy brown hair staring at the two of you, a small grin settled on his face. He had pale skin and sharp features. Dark circles were settled under his bloodshot blue eyes. Mr. Destler glowered at him, then turned to you, letting out a long heavy sigh.

               “Y/n, I’m going to have to give you detention for using such foul language, and Mr. Murphy, I’m sure you already have detention. So, I’ll expect to see both of your names on the sign-in sheet.”

                 You openly rolled your eyes. He went to pat you on the shoulder, and you jerked away from him, then walking back toward the cafeteria.

                 “Hey, Y/n, what happened?” your best friend, Amelia, looked to you, her eyes yearning for some sort of juicy gossip. You shrugged, explaining in detail everything that occurred.

                  “Oh my GOD! You told him to go fuck himself? Seriously? That’s hilarious, I can’t wait to tell the girls! I can’t believe that freak was watching you guys, though.”

                    You bristled slightly at the word ‘freak’, but just shrugged again, snatching a strawberry from her lunch. She snickered at you as your bracelets slipped back onto your upper arm, revealing your soulmate mark. Hers was a seemingly normal one, a polaroid camera. Your soul mark revealed to you the thing that your soulmate was currently the most passionate about. Yours had been a skull for months. You weren’t sure what it meant, but your concern for your soulmate had been raising in the past year. All his passions were morbid or seemed to involve some sort of pain or death. You couldn’t be sure what yours appeared to be for him, but you wanted to meet him as soon as possible and make sure he was okay.

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             Detention was completely empty aside from you and the boy who had laughed at you in the hallway. He didn’t seem particularly friendly. The silence between the two of you was practically suffocating. You had seen him around the halls a few times, always alone and looking pissed at the aspect of even attending school. It was clear that he wasn’t someone you would normally associate with.

               “What do you want?” You snapped out of a daze to find him staring at you. You had been looking at him the whole time without realizing it. His eyes narrowed. Your face flushed and you looked away.

                “Sorry,” you replied, “I zoned out, I guess.”

He scoffed at your weak response, then turned away from you. You couldn’t help but steal a few glances at him. He was cute. There was something about him that you were drawn to, you just couldn’t stop looking once you started. He adjusted slightly in his chair, and his long hair fell from behind his ear, effectively shielding his face from your curious gaze.

                “What the fuck do you want?” he repeated, his voice rising in irritation. You shook your head, looking down to your lap awkwardly. “Looking for a reason to mock me?” he continued with a cynical huff of a laugh. You felt him glaring at you as you quickly shook your head and shrugged.

                 “Sorry.” You stated dumbly.

                 “Sure.” He responded in a mocking tone. “What’s up with you screaming earlier, anyway? Aren’t you a teacher’s pet?”

You didn’t respond, continuing to stare at your lap.

                 “What, scared to talk now? Never had detention before, prom queen?” He poked at you further. Your own irritation was starting to rise.

                  “I’m sorry for staring. Just leave me alone.” You murmured, refusing to meet his increasingly intense gaze.

                  “Leave you alone? As if you and your friends would leave me alone if you to. What makes you so special?”

You went to bite back a reply when your phone rang. A small sigh of relief escaped your lips, but your stomach sank when you saw it was your father calling.

                  “Shit.” You whispered, quickly answering the call. You hadn’t told him about the detention and you were usually home from school by now, excluding the days you attended cheerleading practice.

                  “Where are you?”

Your father’s worried voice rang loudly in your ear. Pinching your eyes shut, you cringed as you told him you were in detention for the first time in your life. A long silence hung between the two of you before he replied,

                   “We’ll talk about it when you get home.”

Instinctively you nodded, before realizing he couldn’t see you.

                   “Yeah…” You replied, your voice full of guilt. “Can you feed Honey for me? She needs fresh veggies, I have some cut up and everything, just try not to spook her too badly when you go to give them to her.”

Your father grunted in response and quickly hung up. You sighed anxiously and shoved your phone into your pocket. Remembering who was in the room with you, you slowly glanced toward him. He was still staring at you. A mocking smile pulled at his lips.

                    “Not a daddy’s girl, are you?” he pried.

This struck a nerve. You shook your head and barked back,

                     “Shut up.”

The boy’s eyes sparkled. He had found something to get a genuine response out of you. It was clear he was just trying to irritate you.

                     “What?” he continued, “You’ve got daddy issues, so you started to act out for attention?”

You gave him a sarcastic laugh, quickly retorting.

                     “Not exactly.”

His eyes held curiosity as he tiled his head in question.

                     “What then? Mommy issues? Did mommy run out on you?”

Your eyes started to glaze with tears, and you felt your face get hot. At this point, you would’ve preferred his assumption. Knowing your mom was alive somewhere was much better than knowing you had no possible way of seeing her again.

                     “She died, actually.”

You said, a small pained smile tugging at your lips. The boy’s face fell, and you turned away from him. Grabbing your bag, you quickly signed your name on the detention sheet and went to make your exit. You had technically attended, even if the teacher that was supposed to be supervising you hadn’t. You heard a string of whispered profanities as you slammed the door behind you and jogged down the hallway.

                   Practically bursting through the front doors of the school, you walked a few paces. Your heart felt heavy. You crouched, covering your mouth with your hoodie sleeve, trying to silence the sobs that tumbled from your lips. You just wanted everything to go back to normal. You wanted your mom back. You wanted your happiness back. Jumping, you gasped when you looked forward to finding the boy standing in front of you. He looked guilt-ridden.

                 “Look, I’m… fuck. I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve left you alone, I didn’t realize…” He trailed off awkwardly, picking nervously at the strap of the bag he had hanging from one shoulder. You stood, wiping your tears quickly.

                “Yeah, forget it. It’s fine. I gotta get home and take care of Honey anyway.”

He glanced to his wrist, a glimmer of hope playing across his features.

                “Honey?” he questioned. You nodded,

               “My rabbit. My mom gave her to me, she’s kind of my everything right now.” You finished with a small chuckle. His eyes widened, and he roughly took your wrist in his hand, ignoring your confused protest. You went to yell at him when he yanked your bracelets away from your soul mark. It was extremely rude to force someone into showing you their soul mark.

                “Holy shit…” he whispered.

You snatched your wrist away from his hands, taking a step away from him, not sure what to say. Sure, you had gotten some interesting reactions from your soul mark before, but never had you been so offended by someone in so many ways.

                 “What the fuck is your…” you stopped, eyes widening when he showed you his own wrist. Your yellow rabbit was printed on his wrist. Even the unique white patch of fur across her left eye was present. You took a shaky breath, then finally meeting his gaze. You hadn’t noticed that one of his eyes was half brown before. They sparkled brightly at you, and your heart went into overdrive when he genuinely smiled at you for the first time.

                 “You’re my soulmate…?” You asked in an astonished murmur. It was an obvious answer, but you were dumbfounded. You had been going to the same high school as your soulmate for almost four full years without realizing it. His smile faltered.

                  “Sorry to disappoint.” He said, his voice full of pain. You realized quickly that he saw your question as one of disappointment, not joy and astonishment. You grabbed his arm when he went to walk away.

                   “No!” you said quickly, “I just didn’t expect you to be so…” you stopped, looking for the right word. His stare hardened, seemingly expecting an offensive description. “Perfect.” You finished. His eyes widened in shock, and his lips parted. He was at a loss for words. “Oh my god,” you continued, pulling him to face you, “I’ve been so worried about you.”

                  You pulled him into a hug, one that he slowly returned. Pulling away after a moment, you took his face into your hands.

                  “Are you okay?” You asked in a gentle whisper. His eyes closed tightly for a moment. When they opened once more, you could tell he was trying to hold back tears.

                 “I’m okay now that I’ve met you. I’m sorry I was such a dick to you. My name’s Connor.”

He replied shakily. You beamed at him, gently wiping away a few tears that had managed to escape despite Connor’s best efforts to keep them in.

                  “I’m Y/n.”

               You responded. He nodded, a smile slowly forming. He was beautiful when he smiled. He was beautiful when he wasn’t smiling. You understood now why you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him. He was genuinely perfect for you. Your soulmate. You slowly slipped your hands down to his shoulders, leaning closer toward him. He didn’t hesitate to meet you halfway, kissing you softly. When you pulled away it was his turn to wipe tears from your cheek. You placed your hand over his when he gently cupped your cheek, but your wrist caught your attention. The familiar skull print was no longer there. Instead, it had been replaced with something that made you start to cry once more. Your own name was printed onto your wrist.

[hananario-oh]

Soulless soul mates- felix volturi.

So was feeling the mood for a little fanfic but couldn't find one that hit the spot. So I made one 😁 enjoy! Also. It might get a little dark.

The flames of the fire danced high. Much higher than they needed to be. Not that they were needed at all. The bitter cold of the winter night air didn't compare to the coldness of our skin, nor did the scorching heat of the fire warm us. Long gone were the days it was needed for either of us.

That was the problem. I felt bitter and angry, once again the rage started to build.

They had no right! HE had no right!

It should have been my choice. No one should have been allowed to make that call, to say how my life would end or continue. Especially not like this.

I looked at my hands in my lap. The darkness of the night was deep, any and all moonlight blocked by the mountain side and the trees. The fire though big did nothing but light the immediate area. Shadows cast around me and the smoke went higher still. Yet unnaturally so, I saw everything. In details hard to imagine.

Every line in my skin. Every dent and scare. Every finger print with marks intertwined so little I never would have known they were there. Nothing escaped my sight, a world of billions upon billions of tiny details to take in and yet, I couldn't bring myself to focus. To even truly take it in and marvel in it.

The thirst stopped me.

God. The thirst!

Even now the burning ebbed and flowed, scratching and crawling inside my throat like a trapped cat. In the middle of nowhere my body ached to search for a cure.

Blood.

The fibres of my body nearly jumped excitedly at the thought of it yet my mind screamed. Disgusted and horrified with the monster my body had become. A battle I was never willing to be a part of was raging on inside of me. Making me question and fight each moment and movement I took.

My hands clenched, a wave of desire falling on me. Strong and demanding it felt like it took my breath away, if I had need to take one.

The feeling in my throat grew stronger, unimaginably so. It did not go unnoticed.

Felix straightened where he sat on the other side of the fire. Through the flames I could see him. His face pale but eyes red as blood. For obvious reasons.

I drew in an unneeded breath to help fight the next wave of desire brought on by making the connection to blood. Even the thought was enough to double the thirst. It was burning! Stabbing and growing! God!

In the background of feelings I felt the ripping sting of my own nails dig into my trousers, going through and gouging out skin. Nothing, compared to the thirst though. Nothing would ever compare. I just had to fight it.

"Stop! Your hurting yourself! For the love of whatever god is real just give in and drink the blood!"

Fighting the wave of desire to follow that order and end this, I opened my eyes. Not even aware I had shut them. He stood, hands clenched like mine but in anger and disparity. The already terrifyingly stern look he wore on his face had become murderous. His size only adding to the intimidating stance he projected towards me. Perhaps if I were weaker. It would have been enough to break me fully. But no. I had a fight to win, it was all I had left to fight for. I wasn't letting them take this choice from me like the others.

"No."

Though the pain left my teeth clenched, there was a smidgen of pride at how defiant I had sounded. More than I had expected of myself.

More than he had expected too. The defiance not sitting well, felix snapped.

His yell caught me off guard, the loudness of it sending a shock wave of sound throughout the forest. Birds that would normally be nested at night took flight. The whirlwind of sounds attacking my ears. In the far distance, deer scattered. A whole heard. Each one letting off a thunderstorm of hoofs hitting ground. Heart beats racing... Blood.

But not the blood I need.

Looking up, I caught the moment felix kicked, sending the log he had been sitting on before flying back into the tree's. Snow from on top fell, a glorious sight to watch in detail.

The burn dimmed. A rare moment of manageability a welcome relief. Felix stood like a god. Angry and strong. The flames in front of him while the snow fell behind, it went well with his unnatural beauty. Like some scene from the bible. A truly stunning sight yet my brain stumbled. Caught between desire for how handsome he was and shock. The connection between him and the devil had been made before but now the image matched. Now it felt real.

He ran a hand through his hair, recently cut short, leaving it ruffled.

"Drink." His voice now no more than a whisper still reached me loudly. This hearing change was yet another nightmare I hated that they had counted as a blessing.

Shaking my head. The scratching started to build again. I wanted to scream in annoyance.

"No."

Felix threw his had back. The muscles tense in his neck as he tried to keep his temper. Something he wasn't well known to even try.

"Drink. You can't go on like this. Drink it!"

The tension in his body was clear. This was a man who used his strength to get what he wanted. To be faced with a problem that brutal force could not fix, still normally ended in brutal force. I was pushing boundaries with him he hadn't had to face in his vampire life.

"N-no."

Another wave hit me, melting my strength and breaking my voice. I suppose I knew I would not be able to appear strong for long, but the defense I built felt damaged.

Weakness had been shown.

And it had been caught.

"Damn it, Amelia! You can't win this! You can't fight this! All you do is grow yourself weak and anger the masters!"

He gestured with his hand towards the city. Towards the bastards he held in such high regard that had both ended and ruined my life all in the name of a so called gift that I never even had in the end.

I had no doubt that if it was not for the so called soul mate that stood so angrily in front of me I would have met my second and very final ending not long after I woke to this nightmare. Perhaps I would have preferred it.

I shook my head, feeling tired and angry and weak and thirsty and everything else that was swirling in the mix of vile emotions. Its not like he got this. He enjoyed being this monster. He didn't even try to fight it.

"Felix, you don't understand. I-"

"NO! You, don't understand! From the moment we met this was it. This, is what you had coming. I won't let you die. I won't let you leave me, nor will the rest of the volturi. This is the only option you have so please, stop fighting it! Because this," he said pointing to the bodies of the dead animals I cast aside after drinking their blood in hopes of getting rid of the burn, "this won't work. It won't make it go away. It will keep you going but day after day that burn will be there! And this," he pointed to the path of broken and fallen trees I had taken down while blinded by the burn. A mistake even I admit. "this cannot go on! People will notice this Amelia and it's my job to make sure that vampires that do this disappear and I can't let that happen. So drink and come with me. This ends now!"

I shook my head in defiance. I knew he had valid points. I was making a mess and the burn wouldn't go, but I knew there were people out there, like me, that didnt want to kill people. That saw those who did as monsters. That fought the burn and got used to it. I could do it if I didn't have them holding me back. I had to.

"No. I refuse to. End of."

I had made it this far. Sixty something days. I could do it.

From Felixs' side the tension eased, only to be replaced with something else. Regret.

For a stupid but blissful moment, I thought he understood. That he knew I was never a person for this world, for this life and this sin. It really was a stupid moment.

"Then we do this the hard way."

My shoulders tensed. In the distance I heard the one voice I had really grown to hate. The high and mighty brat like attitude of Jane followed with it.

"Pitty. I was enjoying watching her break."

Before I could stand and make a break for it there were strong powerful arms trapping me. Wrapped around me like snakes, it was all I could do but thrash my legs about and yell.

"Let me go! Why the hell are you doing this to me! LET GO!"

Looking up, Demetri stared ahead to Felix, avoiding my pleading eyes. It was true I had attempted to make friends with him before I ran. My hopes were to have someone level headed and smart on my side to understand that I had a choice, to help the others understand. Yet here we were, he was helping them take that choice away. I could hardly handle the level of frustration that caused inside of me.

"STOP! WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING STO-"

The words got stuck in my throat, caught up in the burn that suddenly sprung to life. I could hear it, feel it, taste it! In the distance, getting closer. The erratic rhythmic thump thump. The flow of the thick liquid inside veins. The rapid breathing of fear. They stunk of it. A human. My meal.

The hard way.

No. No they can't!

"Don't do this! Stop! Felix stop this! Please!"

The burn was wild. I could taste the scent of the blood my body was so desperately craving. I could hear it and God if I so much as looked I bet I could see it. My fingers digged into Demetri's arms. I was sure he felt it but not once did he show any signs.

I knew he would be near, I figured he tracked me, but never did I think he would do this. Be a part of it. I really couldn't trust any of them.

My head was almost spinning by the time they'd brought them near. The blood flowing in their veins sounded like a river. Violently flowing to the sound of a beating heart. Closing my eyes did little to help but I couldn't look at them. I couldn't see the fear in their eyes. I knew it. Only so long ago the same fear was in my eyes as I thought I was meeting the same fate.

Yet the thirst made me want to. Made me want to be the monster they said I was.

"Felix pl-please! Stop. Please! Why won't you just leave me alone!"

I shook my head, despite my thirst I locked onto Felixs eyes. He couldn't do this. He had to see what he was doing to me. This wasn't love. This wasn't soul mates. If he loved me the way he claimed he couldn't stand by and let this happen!

"Felix please! Stop this! Please! FELIX!" I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I didn't even know I was still capable of such acts. He watched the tear fall, a frown in place of the smile I once thought I could eventually come to love. His eyes drifted to mine but he averted them quickly, head shaking as he looked away.

"I am sorry Amelia, you have to drink."

In front of me, Jane blocked my view of him. Her eyes looked as bored and mundane as normal. Like this was nothing but an annoying task that blocked her fun. Like she didn't secretly find pleasure in this like I knew she did. The bitch loved this and I knew it, she was even more sick and twisted than her brother! Her hand shot up in a silencing motion, as if I would listen to her.

"Enough! We've given you more than enough chances to accept our way of life and you seem insistent to avoid it. Know this Amelia, you have been shown more kindness and patience than I will ever understand from Master Aro, yet you defy even the simpler orders given. That patience has worn thin. Master Caius has ordered that an end be put to it tonight and so tonight it shall. Enjoy your meal. He smells delicious."

Before I could even protest or fight, the warmth and softness of skin was forced over my mouth. Instantly and despite my fight, the last shreds of my will power crumbled.

In a moment that I will never forgive myself for I took in the scent. The copper like sweetness of it danced down my throat, both igniting and partially soothing the ache, making my body lunge towards it.

It felt like liquid gold, water on fire and rest from a good sleep all at the same time. Instantly sore muscles felt better. The entire blanket of problems that accompanied the thirst was gone. I could feel it flow, quickly at first but then slower, weaker and colder. Eventually I had to draw it out. No longer did it flow freely.

I tried and tried to pull as much out as I could. It wasn't enough but the burn was gone. Eventually there was no more and my eyes opened. I hadn't even closed them knowingly, the bliss of relief doing so in the moment.

The moment which was no over.

Demetri was gone. So too alec if he had been here. Backing away Jane grinned like the cat that got the cream.

"Master Caius will be pleased."

And then gone too was Jane.

Left was only myself and Felix. The body of the dead man I had ended rested in my lap. My arms shakily lowered him to the flow away from me. My eyes couldn't leave his neck. The bite mark so clear that it almost over shadowed the tattoo. But I saw.

Manda and Bethan Daddy's little girls

I stood and turned away. There was a horrible numbness I had never felt before. I was a monster now. I was as bad as them. I had enjoyed it.

As if he hadn't made it worse enough, Felix placed his hand around my waste. Like it brought comfort and enjoyment. As if he deserved it.

"It had to be done. Next time will be easier. I promise. Just let me help you-"

In an instant I was at the ege of the tree's, away from him. He'd been expecting it, but the look of hurt on his face showed he didn't like it.

"No, that bastard has had his fun now. The games over. There won't be a next time. I will never forgive you for this. For anything you did. You don't deserve a mate, so don't come looking for one in me!"

I saw his hand reach for me but I was gone.

If he was smart, he wouldn't come after me. Either way, I had the Cullens to find. If they thought I would give up now, they were dead wrong.

[angelofstarlight]

The Lost Heir

The rain poured down as the woman ran with a bundle held in her grip. She had to get her precious cargo away and to safety. The monster she had to call her brother-in-law would not stop until the bundle she carried within her arms was his. The woman hid behind a tree to catch her breath and looked down at the bundle. She moved the blanket and looked at the infant within. The woman hated the fact she had to give up her only daughter but it was the only way. She froze when she heard voices. “The queen came this way, I know it.” “The master does not care where she went. All he cares about is getting his niece.” The queen held her breath as the two men walked past her hiding spot. She looked back down at her daughter. “I’m so sorry my little princess. I wish I could keep you but I can’t. You’re uncle will stop at nothing to attain you.” she whispered. She started to run again and found the clearing that was her destination. She opened a portal and looked at her  daughter once more with tears in her eyes. “I hope you return and save this land. My daughter, Relena.” she said as she sent her daughter through the portal. Once she closed it, she heard horses come up. 

The woman knew who it was. “You’re too late Mevolance. She is somewhere you can not find or harm her.” she said to the person walking up to her. “That is what you think Amelia. I will find her.” Mevolance said as he walked around his sister-in-law and faced her. “Your attempt to hide her will only last so long. Her magic will become unstable as she gets older. You know that.” he said. “That is what you think” Amelia said. Mevolance then noticed Amelia wasn’t wearing her necklace. He grasped her throat causing her to gasp for breath. “Clever but that won’t work for long. I can already tell you’re dying from a broken heart.” he said. Mevolance released Amelia’s throat and turned to his general. “Go to the world Amelia sent Relena to. And find her, Stephen.” he said as Stephen nodded. Mevolance grabbed Amelia’s upper arm and dragged her to his carriage and put her in it. They returned to the castle and Amelia knew whoever finds Relena, they would rename her. Where Amelia sent Relena to was a planet called Earth.

 It was the evening and a couple was walking through the park. They heard crying and raced to the area. The woman was shocked to see a baby there. She picked her up and held the infant close. “Mark perhaps we should take her in. I don’t think her parents are coming back for her.” she said. Mark looked at his wife. “You’re right Emily. However we will need to go through the process of adopting her.” Mark said. “You’re right Mark. I think I was getting a little excited.” Emily explained. “Now what should we name her?” he asked. Emily smiled and looked at the infant. “Lily because she’s as beautiful as a lily.” she said. Mark nodded and the couple walked to the orphanage to explain what happened and adopt the infant. And from that moment on Princess Relena Lumina became Lily Roberts. Little did she know her life was going to become very hard and dangerous. 

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Seventeen years later

Lily woke up and sighed. She wished her life was better than it was. Not that she didn’t love her adopted parents but she wanted to find out who her birth parents were or are. Lily sighed again not wanting to get out of bed and go to school just to deal with her bullies. Just because she had abnormally bright blue eyes, paler than normal skin, and platinum blonde almost white hair didn’t mean she was a freak. “Lily! Time to get up! Last day of school! Then it’s summer break!” her adopted mother called up to her from downstairs. Lily then had a large grin on her face and lept out of bed. She put on a rose pink skirt with roses on it for a design, a light pink blouse with a rose on the collar and pink flats with roses on the top of the shoes. Lily always loved the summer because she could get away from all the people who pick on her. Mainly Rebecca Jones. She raced down the stairs and entered the dining room. “Morning mom and dad.” Lily said. “Morning sweetie. Remember don’t listen to what Rebecca and her friends say.” Emily said. Lily then looked at the clock. “Oh no! I’m gonna be late! See you after school.” Lily yelled to her parents. As she raced to school, Lily didn’t notice someone was watching her. 

Stephen grinned and contacted his master. “What is it Stephen.” Mevolance growled. “Well I just so happened to have found Relena at last.” Stephen said. “Perfect. Watch her and wait. Then once you have her bring her back here.” Mevolance said and Stephen could hear the glee in his voice. “Of course master.” Stephen said before ending to call. Unaware someone was watching him. The figure followed Lily and saw she made it to her school safety. Now to make sure she would be unharmed. Considering it was his job to make sure she stayed safe.

When Lily reached the front of the school she heard Rebecca Jones’s voice. “Look girls. It’s the freak.” Lily was pulled back and made to face Rebecca. Rebecca acted like she ruled the school and Lily hated that she thought that. It just gave her an excuse to pick on others. Rebecca looked at the small blonde with a sneer on her face. “Just because you dress nice and try to help others doesn’t mean that can make you popular.” the brunette said. Lily looked at Rebecca. “I don’t care if I am popular or not.” she said. Before Rebecca could do anything to the sweet, gentle girl someone stopped her. “Leave her alone. She hasn’t done anything to you.” Lily saw it was a dark haired boy  that was helping her. “Hhmp. This freak isn’t worth it anyway. Let’s go girls.” Rebecca said as she and her friends left. Lily looked at the boy. She saw he was a little bit taller than she was, lightly tanned and had some muscle as well.  “Thank you for helping me. I’m Lily.” she said finally speaking. “Jack and no problem.” he said. “New to school?” Lily asked. “Yeah. Weird how the new kid comes on the last day, huh.” Jack said. Lily smiled and shook her head. “No. I think it’s a smart idea. That way you avoid all that homework we get assigned.” she said causing Jack to smile. The duo entered the school and learned Jack was in Lily’s classes which surprised them both. Or as surprised Jack made it seem. Lily and Jack both felt the day would never end until the last bell finally rung. 

Lily had called her parents and told them she would be at the park with a friend she made. Jack looked at Lily concerned. “Why do they torment you?” he asked. Lily sighed and looked at him. “They pick on me because they think I’m a freak due to my overly pale skin and abnormally bright blue eyes.” she said. “That’s no reason for them to torment you.” Jack said with a frown. While they talked they were unaware to someone watching them. Stephen silently cursed Jack for getting in the way of Mevolance’s plan. Then again there were many people who sided on the side of the long since passed King. Stephen saw Lily wasn’t wearing her pendant and grinned. All he had to do was wait until Lily released a surge of power. And he didn’t have to wait long. Lily felt a course of pain go through her hands. Jack saw this. “Lily are you ok?” he asked Lily nodded. “Yes. I just have courses of pain go through my hands when I don’t wear my pendant. I knew I had forgotten something today.” Lily said. Jack looked at her. “Maybe we should head to your house and grabbed your pendant.” he suggested. Lily nodded and shook her hands up and down. 

When she did a beam of light shot out of her hand and hit the ground. Lily looked at her hands wide eyed. “What happened.” she said to Jack. She looked at him and he was shocked. “You probably think I’m a freak don’t you.” Lily told him. “What? No! This is why I was told to come here. I have to keep you out of harm.” Jack said. Lily was beyond confused. “What?” she asked. Jack sighed. “You’re the lost princess of a planet far from here. Your mother sent you here for your safety.” he explained. Lily looked at Jack. “So I was sent here for my safety. From what?” she said. “Not what. Who. Mevolance. Your uncle. He’s be after you since you were born. I was ordered by one of your father’s old guards to keep you safe.” Jack explained. “But not for long.” a voice behind them said startling the pair.

The two turned and saw Stephen there with several soldiers. “Stephen.” Jack growled. “Why in Lunatella’s name would they send you.” Stephen said. Jack rolled his eyes and a ball of fire appeared in his hand. He threw it at the group causing them to knocked down. Lily was shocked. She felt Jack grab on of her hands and pulled her away. They ran as fast as they could. “Lily I know this is a lot to take in but I need you to trust me.” Jack said. “ Even though I just meet you something is telling me to trusting you Jack. And who was that?” Lily said. “Stephen. Mevolance’s general and right hand man. I utterly despise him. Before we return to Lunatella, we have to get your pendant. It will keep your magic under control till you are trained.” Jack said. Lily nodded and they went to Lily’s home. 

Once they arrived Lily looked at Jack. “What will happen to my parents here?” she asked. “Sadly they will forget about you. As well as everyone who has seen, met or taught you.” Jack said. Lily nodded understanding knowing her time on earth was only temporary. She silently entered the house and she crept into her room. Lily grabbed her pendant and placed it on then slipped out of the house undetected. She quietly shut the front door and turned to Jack. “They didn’t know I entered to get my pendant.” Lily said. Jack nodded and spoke. “Ok. We need to open a portal back to Lunatella. And I know the perfect place.” Lily nodded and followed but not before turning back to look at her childhood home one last time. They returned to the park and Jack opened a portal. “Ready?” he asked. Lily nodded and the two went through. 

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When they exited the portal Lily felt somewhat dizzy. “Are you ok Lily?” Jack asked the girl beside him. “Yeah. Just really dizzy.” Lily said. “Sorry about that. I should have mentioned you may feel dizzy after.” Jack said as he kept her from collapsing. Lily smiled at him and the two started walking. After walking for about an hour, they were walking through woods and ended up in a net. “Why did they have to put a trap here.” Jack growled. Then two boys around Jack’s age came into view. “Oops sorry about this Jack.” the blonde one said. Jack glared at them. “Simon, Steven get us down.” he said growling. The twins then saw Lily in the net as well. Steven and Simon went and undid the rope and gently lowered the two down. Once they were on the ground, Jack helped Lily up. “Lily meet Simon and his twin Steven. Simon, Steven meet Lily. Or rather Relena.” he said. Lily looked them. “Relena?” she asked. “Your birth name here. But for your safety maybe it’s best if we still call you Lily.” Simon said.Lily nodded and Steven looked at them. “Come on we have to go. The others are waiting for us.” he said and they started on their way.

 Unaware to the four teens, Mevolance was watching them through a crystal ball that allowed him to see anything he wanted. He growled at the fact his niece was back on Lunatella because of Jack. Stephen entered the throne room. “Jack got in the way again.” Stephen said. Mevolance looked at his general. “I noticed. He brought Relena back here and now they're on their way to meet my brother’s guard.” he said. Stephen looked at his master. “Perhaps we can ambush them. They will not know we’re about to attack.” he suggested. Mevolance smirked. “That is a brilliant idea Stephen and I will be joining you.” he said. Stephen nodded and left to prepare for the ambush they have planned. Mevolance looked back at his viewing mirror and watched his niece. A grin spread across his face. “Oh you have no idea what I have in store for you, Relena.” he said. Mevolance hadn’t remembered Jack had a talent for learning his plans before enacted due to a spell on the castle, which the young man did the last time he was there. 

And speaking of Jack, he smirked when he learned of Mevolance’s plans once again. “What’s so funny Jack?” Simon asked. “Oh Mevolance forgot I can listen in on him and learn his plans.” Jack said. The twins snickered after hearing that. After several years, Mevolance should have learned not to say is plans loud enough for Jack’s spell to pick up on them and thus allowing Jack to hear it. The three smiled when they saw Lily was amazed at the world around her. “I can’t believe I had to leave this planet. I wish I didn’t.” she said. Jack looked at her. “Your mother felt the same way. But after she sent you away, she was dying from a broken heart.” he said. Lily looked at Jack. “What about my father?” she asked. Steven shook his head. “The king was killed by Mevolance, a little while after you were born. He died protecting you and your mother so you could escape.” he explained. Lily sighed and looked at her three companions. “He really hate my family.” she said.  Jack shook his head. “No. Just power mad.” he explained. Lily nodded and they continued on. Before they could get far, the four teens were surrounded suddenly due to the dark magic Mevolance had. Jack, Simon and Steven immediately guarded Lily. Jack growled when Mevolance came up. The dark king smirked as he walked towards them. He had somehow got from the castle to them in a matter of seconds. “In a way I should thank you Jack. You made my job getting my niece here easier.” he said. Lily was worried about her new friends. She knew the man in front of them would harm them to get to her. How she wished she could use her magic properly but she couldn’t.  Jack rolled his dark blue eyes at the dark king. “Yeah no. I brought her back her to help us stop you.” he said. Lily’s eyes widened. ‘I can’t fight him. I don’t have control over my magic.’ she thought. Mevolance grinned. “How might I ask. She has had no training with her magic.” he said. Simon narrowed his eyes. “And you think we hadn’t thought of that. You thought we would send her to fight you without training. Yeah right.” he said. Mevolance growled and summoned a fireball. Before he threw it at them it was put out. Steven looked at the man who did that. “Nice timing Aaron.” he said. Lily turned to see a man who she guessed was Aaron. He wore a suit of armor that seemed to let him move easily.  Aaron nodded and looked at Mevolance. “You! I should have known you would come.” Mevolance snapped. Aaron looked unfazed. “Leave Mevolance. Unless you want to face me. I still haven’t paid you back for killing Sirius.” he said. Mevolance growled and he along with his men disappeared in a flash of light. The teens then realized it was a simple hologram spell that made the user or users appear as if the were physically there.

Aaron then turned to the teens. “You were supposed to bring Relena here undetected.” he said. Jack shrugged and spoke. “We were going to the camp as fast as we could once I heard his plan. But at least she’s unharmed.” Lily looked at them. “You know I can hear you.” she said dully. Aaron looked at her. “Definitely Amelia’s personality.” he said. Lily was taken back. “You knew my parents?” she asked. “Yes, they were good friends of mine.” Aaron said. “As much as we want you to learn about your parents this area is not the best place to talk.” Simon said. Lily nodded and turned to Aaron. “How far is the camp?” she asked. “Not far. Thankfully we cloaked it. Even if Mevolance is spying on us, he won’t see us enter camp.” Aaron said. Lily nodded and the five of them continued to the camp. 

Meanwhile at the camp Alena sighed in relief. Her best friend's daughter was safe. Alena walked over to Cathy. “Any news about the others?” she asked. Cathy had to ask because Alena was able to see things that have happened or will happen. It really all depended on what event would play out. “Yes. They’re on their way back here. And they found Relena.” Alena told Cathy. Cathy looked at her. “They found her. Oh thank goodness. Now we just have to train her.” she said. Alena nodded and the both of them went to inform the others their lost princess had returned home. They all hoped they could train her in time to stop Mevolance before it’s too late. 

Back with the others Lily was still confused at what Jack said. “Jack here’s a question. Why would I be the one to face my uncle? I can’t control my magic.” Lily said to him. Jack looked at her. “Not yet. We’ll be training you to control your magic.” he explained. She suddenly felt something go through her. “What was that?” She asked. “The barrier protecting camp.” Simon said. “Welcome to the lost empire.” Aaron said. Lily could hardly believe this camp was where the people she would soon rule over lived. Now  determination came into her. She would save her kingdom and those who lived in the kingdom.   

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 8x11: “LARP and the Real Girl”

THEN: Charlie Bradbury. Things with Sam and Amelia officially end. Things between Dean and Benny officially end. The brothers choose each other.

The tree of pain thing.

RIP first victim. Drawn and quartered.

“China Grove” by the Doobie Brothers.

Ah, it’s been weeks.

“I know what you gave up wasn't easy.” What you gave up wasn’t easy either, Dean.

Garth! Sending them another case.

“Yeah, you’ve been Garthed.” hahaha

“Okay, we got to lose the GPS on our phones, because Garth has been tracking us, and other hunters, apparently, to assign cases.”

That’s what Bobby would do. Dean even said so.

Special Agents Taggart and Rosewood.

“FBI? You guys are quick. Haven't even got the body out yet.”

“Well, the FBI is all work…no play.”

Huh, is Dean going off of Sam’s recent attitude?

“Uh, neighbor downstairs said she got woke up in the middle of the night by the sound of horses stomping their feet and galloping. We didn't find any hoof prints. She probably heard a TV or was having a bad dream or she was high as balls.” I love this Sheriff.

haha

Lance Jacobsen.

“We want to know about the, uh – the texts you sent Ed last night.”

“I told them when they brought me in those texts weren't from me.”

“Well, your phone and Ed's phone say otherwise.”

“No, I mean, they were from me, but they weren't from me me.”

That cleared it up.

Greyfox the Mystic (Lance), Thargim the Mystical (Ed), and Moondoor.

“Oh, ye Gods! Thargrim the Difficult has fallen!” He is not taking Ed’s death well.

"Welcome to Moondoor, Michigan's largest LARPing game."

“And I thought we needed to get out more.”

Technically, they are getting out.

Dean’s right, Moondoor does look awesome.

There’s our Queen of Moons.

The tree.

OH JESUS WHAT’S HAPPENING TO HIM

RIP Lance Jacobsen. Greyfox the Mystic has fallen.

“God forbid he was contagious. I'm gonna go dip myself in hand sanitizer.” Not a bad idea at all.

Moondoor looks amazing.

“Excuse me. Hi. Uh, you are a LARPer, yeah?”

“I prefer the term ‘interactive literaturist’.”

“These aren’t fake badges.”

“Uh, yeah, they are, and they're...very good, but, um, well, the I.D. number shifted to 10 digits with, uh, two letters mixed in at the end of the year, and, uh, the seal's from last month. Really good work.”  

Ha, exposed. I’m sure they stopped by Kinko’s after this.

The shot of Charlie taking off her helmet always makes my heart flutter.

Charlie is pissed.

“No, I buried myself. Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly-up, and I figure, ‘Hey, it's all good,’ and I was fine. I got my life back. Now you're here, and if you guys are here, monsters are here. Why do I have such bad luck? What am I – some kind of monster magnet? Is there such a thing as a monster magnet? You know what? Don't answer that. I don't care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken... or dying.” 

“Greyfox and Thargrim – uh, Ed and Lance – they're not missing. They're dead.”

Charlie’s army has had a string of bad luck. “ A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people have hospital-worthy accidents while at home. You think there's any connection there?”

“You know, if you, uh... move your archers back and your broadswordsmen to the west...”

“Huh. Fight the warriors.”

“Yep.”

!!

“My point, which is usually yours, is that she should get somewhere safe and get back to a normal life.” Oof, never noticed Dean telling Sam that it’s usually Sam’s thing to want people to have a safe, normal life.

“Hey, I am right here, and I want to leave.”

“Thank you.”

“But the queen...she has to stay. I mean, Sam is right. People are dying. That can't happen on my watch. And you know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I'm gonna stay and fight for it.”

I love you, Charlie.

Dean and Charlie: “The pornstar?”

“...the poison.”

LMAO

DEAN’S SO EXCITED TO LARP!

“Beware: this is a gateway to the future.”

Maria...aka Gholandria the Wicked.

You look so good Dean!

“You sent Sam a phantom text from his ex? Dick move, sir.”

“Yeah, not my finest hour.”

“So he found some normalcy with this chick, and now it's gone... again. Thanks to you.”

Uh, Sam did choose to not stay with Amelia.

“Yeah, well, now he's more committed than ever, so there's that. But, trust me, this life – you can't afford attachments. You just got to... let go.”

“Are we still talking about Sam, or did you break up with someone, too?”

Charlie kknneewww.

“Now, wait a second. If it wasn't for you, we would have never been able to take down Dick Roman. Out there in the real world, you are a hero.”

What a sweet interaction between Charlie and Dean.

“I'm noticing a lot of these maidens checking you out.”

“What? I can’t shut this down. It’s good to be queen.”

I mean it, Charlie is self esteem goals.

Sam’s got himself a research partner.

“I haven't seen anything like it in my travels throughout the realms, your highness.”

“All right. Well, if you think of anything, come see me in my tent. Anytime.”

OOHHH CHARLIE’S PICKING UP CHICKS. GET IT!!

The Tree of Pain.

Dean even threatens people with fake weapons. 

“First time for everything, right?”

“First time for a lot of things if you want to come find my tent later.”

OH, Sam got himself a date.

“Another time.” Awww no.

Your loss.” I’d say so too.

Charlie’s sent back to safety to find Sam.

“Lead the way to the Orcs, Bolty.”

“Speak when spoken to, handmaiden.”

Uh, r u d e.

Oh boy. Charlie’s been taken.

“Our, uh, pal Boltar the chatty is getting the, uh, Shadow Orc prisoner. We're gonna do a little prisoner exchange, try to draw the king out of hiding. It was my idea.” No it wasn’t, omg.

“I’m just an I.T girl...standing in front of a monster...asking it not to kill her.”

“I just want my old life back!”

“That is all I want, as well.”

Ooh, pretty fairy.

“Now, before we exchange, a few announcements. Um, there is a peewee-league soccer playoff game tomorrow on the alpha field. We don't want to freak out the mundanes, so we got to move the Battle of Kingdoms to the beta field.”  pfft.

“All right. I need real answers. This here is a real gun, see?” Dean, please.

Sam barely flinched, haha.

“Is the queen really in danger?”

“Okay, we got – there was something odd down by the creek. It's this weird tent. It's not one of ours. It's kind of creepy.”

“Why are you being so helpful all of a sudden?”

“Look, I harbor an epic crush on the queen. Maybe you could put in a good word for me when you find her.”

Yeah, that ain’t gonna work out.

“My name is Gilda. I'm from the Hollow Forest of Arkhmoor. I'm a fairy.”

“Man, someone is taking this game way too seriously.” Yeah, that’s pretty much what happened.

“Gilda, my name is Charlie Bradbury, and I am here to rescue you.” Hmm, swoon.

“Why don't you take off, Bolty? We got it from here.”

“A handmaiden and a time traveler rescue the queen? I think not, kind lady.”

Screw off, dude.

Get it!!!!

Boltar. You evil little bastard.

“Well, now what, Gerry?“

“My name is Boltar the Furious!”

Oh, he’s furious all right.

“My plan was, after getting rid of all of my competition, to win the battle tomorrow, convincing the queen that I should be her king.” EW COME ON.

“But then you two idiots showed up, and I was forced to improvise. Rescue the damsel in distress from Orcs, become king, kill you both – that'll work, too.” Oh yeah, kill her friends. That’ll make her like you.

Charlie destroys the book, Horcrux style.

WHAT A MOVE.

“I'm free of the spell. You saved me. The Hollow Forest is forever in your debt. I must return to those green hills now. I will take my former master with me. He must face a fairy tribunal for his sins.”

So he gets to go to Fairy jail?

“Call me...maybe?”

“Smell you later, bitches.” 

“So, what's, uh... what's next? 'Cause no fun, right? Look, before you say anything, I – I – I get it. No amount of fun is gonna help you get over what you gave up. You just, uh... you need time, right?” AWW Dean. 

“Yeah. Thanks. And you're right. Having fun won't help me. It'll help both of us. Shall we?” AWWW SAM.

WOW DEAN REALLY WENT ALL OUT

AND SAM AND HIS LITTLE PONY TAIL.

"This episode is dedicated to the men, women, elves, demigods, magi, druids and chamber pot servants who gave their lives fighting and winning for the Queen of Moons in the Battle of the Kingdoms. Go bravely into the next world, fallen soldiers."

I love this episode.

[violetemerald]

Grey's Anatomy: Owen Hunt & His Journey to Becoming a Parent - "Bless The Broken Road"

Voiceovers are transcribed at the bottom of this description. ~~~ I don't know what to expect with Owen and this foster baby storyline going forward but I'm SO HAPPY about it so far. Also my OTP on Grey's right now is Owen/Amelia and her being so involved has not hurt my happiness about it... lol. But seriously, I have all the excitement of shipping feelings right now but more toward Owen&happiness, I have been rooting for Owen and parenthood for 7 years, I'm pretty sure, and it's all HAPPENING!! ~~~ As you may have learned from my personal video about my queerplatonic relationship I was in on-and-off for a couple years: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VN_3ynvHdY4 - I really want to foster and/or adopt children myself in my future. Owen's storyline (including a willingness to adopt or even foster an older child!) and his struggle to find a partner he's in love with who actually wants to have children has been one of the parts of Grey's Anatomy as a TV series that has resonated with me the most, especially recently as I re-watch a big chunk of the series knowing I'm asexual and aromantic-spectrum. I was so shocked when 14x19 happened and Owen signed up to do parenting single via fostering to adopt, as that is basically my plan if I can't within the next 6 or 7 years or so find a partner to co-parent with. I started this vid immediately and have been SO inspired.

Special thanks to cardiffgiant02 for helping me brainstorm scenes!

I couldn't fit in everything I wanted to, especially in regards to explaining how his relationship with Emma in season 10 was so close to giving him his dream of children but SHE wasn't who he wanted in a romantic partner, and actually in order to fit in most of what I wanted to I edited the song and EXTENDED IT...

...but repeating certain instrumental sections a few times. I hope the song extension/edits don't sound horrible and overly distracting... I couldn't help it, I really *needed* the extra 30 or so seconds, lol. Also I hope my glowy effects on the scenes from the two "What If" episodes where Owen has kids in season 8 and season 10 are not too much...

Mainly I'm pretty happy with how the video turns out even if it's not entirely perfect. I worked hard on this and I really hope people enjoy it. Please leave me a comment if you like it, as it took me many, many hours to edit. :)

And yay for my first Grey's Anatomy video in 4 years, by the way! Check out my playlist of all my Grey's Anatomy vidding here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQIrXD4weMlgmJGC93E8d3QAXaht9guad

I actually hope to make some other Grey's Anatomy fanvideos soon, probably to vid Cristina & Meredith's relationship, to vid Amelia and/or the Owen/Amelia ship, AND to vid the hospital shooting storyline and the whole aftermath of that trauma throughout season 7.  I already have perfect song ideas for all of those. They all mean things to me personally. Cristina & Meredith are the epitome of queerplatonic partners in many ways, although there is no one way to do that relationship structure, and I love so much in my re-watch noticing the show exploring their bond. The trauma and coping with the aftermath of a gun related trauma is personal for me after my friend perpetrated a murder-suicide 5 months ago. Etc. There's a LOT going into my feelings toward the show right now.

I felt a little weird vidding this song because A) I started a vid years and years ago set to a different cover of this song and I almost-never repeat vid songs, and B) I'm an atheist - I don't believe in God and this song is kinda more heavily about "God" "blessing" the difficult journey to get to the happy ending. But the previous vid I had been working on, a Lucas & Peyton (One Tree Hill) one I didn't vid more than about 45 seconds: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_l9yExD5zQY and I just couldn't think of a better song for focusing on the "broken road" part, the angst and long journey to getting tot the end. A lot of other songs that crossed my mind, like "Brighter Than Sunshine" by Aqualung or other covers of that, focused too much on how life NOW is great, brighter than sunshine, and while it turns out episodes 14x20 and 14x21 gave us quite a few Owen w/ a child scenes and I could've probably made a song like that work, I picked the song when all I knew was the end of 14x19 and I was expecting maybe one scene at best by the end of the season of Owen getting his dream of Parenthood. I was expecting the happy ending to be more implied in this vid when I first started out making it. Anyway... I think the song worked pretty perfectly, even if at the end the lyric switches to "lover's arms" so I had to be creative with Amelia... :P There aren't a lot of songs out there focusing on platonic happy endings after a lot of broken hearts, if you know what I mean.

Song: Bless The Broken Road Cover Artist: Luke Murgatroyd & Mike Watson (Originally by Rascal Flatts) Discovered it here on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYP8UqF5x8s

Voiceovers:

Cristina: I don't want a baby. Owen: Well, you have one.

Owen: I could take a leave for six months, or a year. Cristina: No, you couldn't. Owen: Yes. Sure, I could. I'm telling you I want this. I can do this. Cristina: There is no compromise! I don't want to be a mother.

Cristina: I made an appointment... to terminate the pregnancy.

Owen (to Megan): I always imagined us raising our families together. Camping trips, cookouts.

Owen: It's a cute baby, right?

Owen: I could sing a song... You tired? [Sofia coos]

Owen: It's always been about you! It's what YOU want. That's always been your position. We live like you want, how you want... you get WHATEVER you want.

April: I don't know, it's just a feeling. [Owen scoffs a little] April: But... you don't have any kids.

Owen: It was- it was a... life that I envisioned for myself, okay?

Megan: You don't have any kids. How exactly would that dream work out?

Owen: You KILLED our baby! You don't ever forget that!

DSHS Worker: So, are you looking to foster a child? Or foster-to-adopt? Owen: Foster-to-adopt.

Owen: Oh, sure. Ok, we're fine. Except for the part where you aborted the child that I wanted. Cristina: Except for the part where you held my hand while I exercised my right to choose, and then four months later you screamed I killed your baby in front of all our friends.

Cristina: I do not want kids- Owen: Most people would've considered dropping a bomb like that BEFORE the wedding. THAT is when it would've been relevant.

Meredith: He should be with someone who wants a baby.

Amelia: You have wanted this forever!

Ethan: Can I stay with you? Owen: [chuckles] No, no, no, I have to- I have to work.

Owen: When you and Derek adopted Zola, how did you know?

Owen (to Emma): Are you planning to break my heart?

Owen: I mean, how did you really know that that was something you were gonna do? Meredith: Why? Are you thinking...?

Owen: You know, this kid, he needs someone. And... I like him! And, uh... he likes me! He's scared and alone, and... I could help. I know how to help, and I want to. It's a huge commitment; it's a lifetime of responsibility... but then I spend one minute with this kid, and... I can't imagine not doing it.

Meredith: You know, Owen was talking about taking the kid, himself.

Cristina: Were you even going to tell me you wanted to... ADOPT him? Owen: Well, that didn't happen, so... Cristina: But you WANTED to! Owen, you want kids!

Cristina: Derek watches Zola put applesauce in her ear, and he's enchanted. You felt that way with Ethan.

Alex: Mm. Maybe you're not a "baby guy". Babies just don't like some guys.

Cristina: You broke up with her? She was IT, Owen. Picket fence, a dozen kids. Owen: I don't want to talk about that.

Owen: I'm a baby guy! You can see that, right?

Owen: Um... kids? Amelia: Five. Owen: Whoa, five? Amelia: Sure, unless the first few terrorize us, then we can have four. Owen: Are we really talking about this? Marriage and kids?

Owen: Hey, did I tell you I spent all day with Harriet today? It was so much fun. After a while, I just... I felt like I'd done it forever.

Owen: And so I was thinking that we could turn the... study into the nursery!

Megan: If I die, I need you to promise me that you'll take care of Farouk.

Amelia: My baby lived for 43 minutes.

Owen: I keep trying to think of him as like a "practice baby", but he is such a cute practice baby. [Sighs] Oh.

Amelia: I got to hold him. And it almost killed me! I haven't told Owen all of it.  [Breathes.] He wants a family so bad.

Owen: You know, and then we can- We can turn the nursery into his room! Or her room. I mean, it's a good room for a kid, right?

[poly-bus]

Unexpected-(Krii7y)

I swear to god I didn’t intend for this to turn into something Christmas like when I first wrote this. Oh well. Thanks again to Mod M for letting me run with their prompt.

The cold was really starting to get to Lucas. The vacation house was supposed to have everything but with a broken heater, things were really starting to get on his nerves. He sat on the couch, bundled in blankets, waiting for his lover to return. John had insisted Lucas come with him on his trip. They had rented the small house for a couple of days so John could catch up with a few old friends of his. Of course, he wouldn’t want to go without dragging Lucas in his wake. So now here Lucas now, alone, huddled, and cold. He wiggled around the couch, reaching for his phone while trying to keep his body covered. He retrieved his phone, watching as the screen lit up. He noticed the notification on his messages app, tapping it quickly. A new message from John showed at the top of the app. Lucas hit the message, reading the words on the screen. It was just a simple “On my way back”, with a red heart to close out the message. Lucas typed back a quick “See you soon”, before a wave of tiredness washed over him. He settled down in the crook of the couch before his eyes fluttered shut. The next time he woke was to the slamming of the car door. Lucas sat up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He could hear footsteps coming up the walkway along with the occasional high-pitched cuss word. John shouldered his way through the doorframe holding a tightly swaddled blue blanket. Lucas jumped up from the couch, no longer caring about his body warmth. He was shocked. John and a baby? Who’s even was it? Would John really keep this a secret from him? Lucas’s head filled with worry. He knew he shouldn’t doubt his lover but it just seemed so strange. Rage started to build up within Lucas. He stepped forward, ready to fully question John.

“This is all she has left.”

Lucas stopped short, anger turning into concern for his partner. He took a closer look at the babe nestled in John’s arms, the infant waving tiny plump hands.

“Who’s is he John?”

“You remember Amelia, right?”

Amelia. Lucas remembered John talking about her when they went to P.A.X a few months ago. They had been great friends in Highschool and the two had never lost touch.

“Apparently she wound up pregnant. The father of the boy left and Amelia’s never been close to her family. Didn’t help that she’s an only child.” John stated, gently rocking the boy. The infant was now fast asleep, calmed by John’s soothing motions.

“So, where’s Amelia?” Lucas asked, looking around for the mother of the child to waltz into the room.

“She’s gone Lucas. She died during childbirth.”

Lucas’s face fell, registering the words that spilled out of John’s mouth.

“She told me in her last few minutes on Earth that she wanted me to take her son if she didn’t make it.” John grumbled, trying hard not to get emotional and wake the boy.

Lucas looked at John with a smile, walking closer to stand beside him.

“He’s gorgeous John. She did a good job.”

“She really did. Now he’s our responsibility.”

Lucas felt his eyes tear up. They could raise a family together. He’d always felt that he’d be a good father but didn’t expect all of this to be happening so soon.

“What’s his name?” Lucas spoke up, reaching out to hold the boy.

“Adam. Adam Hadley.” John grinned, placing the infant into Lucas’ open arms.

“Hey Adam.” Lucas whispered, watching the boy squirm in his arms as his eyes fluttered closed once again.

“We just need to fill out the paperwork and then he’s all our Lucas.” John said.

“Let’s do it John. Let’s take him home. He’ll be a part of our family.”

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A Few Months Later

The song of carols filled the household. Christmas time was finally here and everyone was excited. Lucas was hanging garlands around the house, stringing them up on tops of ledges and door frames. John busied himself hanging ornaments on the giant fir tree, placing each one in its separate spot. Christmas was being held at their house this year as everyone wanted to flock to see the small boy. Plus, Jonathan and Evan had been a little too lazy to put anything together this year. Lucas was almost startled off the chair he was standing on by the cries of the young boy in the basinet.

“Someone’s cranky.” John laughed at his startled partner.

“It’s his first Christmas, why wouldn’t he be?” Lucas giggled, making his way over to the basinet.

Lucas picked Adam up, looking at the bright blue eyes that stared up at him from where he lay, now content in the arms of his caretaker.

“Didn’t I tell you Adam was going to be a daddy’s boy?” John smirked at Lucas holding their son.

“Oh, hush John. He’s just happier when he’s held. That’s all.” Lucas replied.

The doorbell rang signaling the start of the hyped guests. Lucas balanced Adam on his hip as he rushed to go answer the door. He opened the door, trying not to drop Adam as he balanced. Brock and Brian were the first to arrive. Their son, Timothy, hid timidly behind Brock’s right leg. Lucas welcomed the trio into the house as John finished with the star on the tree. John walked over, giving welcoming hugs to both Brock and Brian and wishing them well. Gifts were set down as the rest of the crew started to arrive.

Brock and Brian’s arrival was followed by Evan and Jonathan, the pair a little behind because of traffic. Then came Ryan and Luke with their daughter Flora in tow. Tyler and Mini arrived almost an hour late due to Bridget not wanting to socialize with her uncles. Last but not least came Marcel and Scotty. The festivities kicked off as the pile of presents for the kids under the tree got bigger.

Adam seemed to be the center of attention, his uncles swarming around him, eager to get their turn. Even the kids seemed to want attention from the small babe. Everyone got a chance to see him. Soon the gift giving started. Passing presents back and forth, screams of joy and bright smiles were passed among kids and adults alike. Eventually the clatter died down, everyone worn out and ready to go home.

By the time everyone had left Lucas himself was dead tired. He climbed the stairs, ready to sleep. He walked into the bedroom he shared with his loving boyfriend. There he saw John passed out next to their peacefully sleeping son.

“You were the most unexpected surprise of my life Adam Hadley. But, boy am I glad he brought you to us.”

[pooka-dragon]

Separate

Okay, this is the sequel to ‘Victim’ I did a little awhile ago. I have to thank @lucky-kawaii​ for helping me to give an idea for another angst fanfic I was really running out of ideas.

Like all, it is based on @shinyzango​ 2D Bendy AU. 

Henry wipes his forehead as he dried his hand from oil, then looks at a man in the driver seat of a car. “Give it a shot!”

The man nods and starts up the car. It sputtered a few times before it roars into life, the engine roaring. Henry nods with satisfaction and shuts the hood of the car. “There. You’re all set, Bill.”

“Thanks, Henry. I owe ya one.” He smiled, shaking his hand. Henry just smiled in response before hearing the children laughing. He looks over to see Bendy with the kids playing basketball. He smiled at the sight, seeing the toon in a brighter mood.

“So how’s the toon doing? I, uhh...heard what happened a few weeks ago.” Bill asked, looking at him. Henry sighs. “...he only had a fever for a couple of days, but it seems he’s got over it after a few days.” Henry sighs.

Bill could only nod. “...I’m surprise that Melissa went away so easily. She’s the leader of the that church community. Even if they’re disband, I would watch out for him if I were you, Henry.” He said. Henry looks at him a bit surprised, but nods.

“Hey, I’ve heard he’s been great with the kids. Yeah, I did have doubts when I first saw him...but he kinda grows on after awhile, ya know?” He smiled before he pulls out of the driveway and goes off.

Henry thinks about what Bill said before smiling, then looks over at Bendy. He laughed when he collided with another child, but they both laugh it off before the toon saw Henry’s gaze looking at his way.

Bendy waves at Henry, which Henry waved back before going inside of his home to wipe the oil off of his hands and arms. Bendy smiled before looking at the kids. “Ya ready for another round of Horse, guys?” Henry asked.

“You bet!”

“Let’s do it!”

“Yeah!”

Bendy chuckled before standing up and starts to play the game with the kids.

As the afternoon passed, Henry heard a knock on the door. “Just a minute!” Henry shouts before he starts to make his way to the door, thinking it was Bendy. But when he opens the door, he was surprise to a woman.

“Are you Henry Ross?”

“...yes?”

“I’m Melissa Cathaway. I was once the leader of the church community that got disbanded.” Henry sighs. He knew this was gonna go somewhere that he won’t like. “...yeah, what can I help you with?”

“I want to know why you got my small church group, that I worked for years on, disbanded for no reason--”

“I am gonna stop you right there.” Henry’s voice got deep, making the woman froze in place. “Your group of friends chased Bendy to the woods, when it was storming. If Mrs. Wednesday’s daughter didn’t tell me what you all did, he would have died out there. And it was not me who made the call, but I will let you know this.” He stops leaning against the doorway.

“...stay away from me, Bendy, and the kids. They all love him and I don’t want anything to take his happiness, especially from you. Now have a good day.” With that, he closed the door.

Melissa didn’t say anything, but she had her eyes narrowed before she went away. She was gonna get her proof.

One way or another.

Henry sighs as he tries to clean the gutter, Bendy below him with a bag full of the gooey stuff from the gutters on their roof. “I didn’t think it would be this gooey, Henry.” Bendy stuck his tongue out in disgust, the smell of the rotten leaves hitting him in the face.

This made Henry chuckle. “Yeah. I know this sucks, but I don’t want leaks in the roof if it rains again. We don’t want leaks in the roof, do we Bendy?” He smiled.

“...I guess...” He said. Henry smiled down at Bendy before continuing. In the bushes behind the fences of their home, a pair of binoculars glanced at them. Melissa had her camera ready if there was any demonic activity.

“Just about done, bud.” Henry smiled--

The ladder gave out, making Henry hold onto the edge of the roof.  “Henry!”  Bendy drops the bag, rushing over to where Henry was. He tries to hoist himself up but could feel the gutter line giving out.

He prepares himself for it to break--

Something was under his feet. He cracked one eye open to see him still holding onto the roof. He glanced down to see Bendy in his monster form, letting him stand on his back. Bendy whined, looking up at him with a worried look.

Henry smiled. “Thanks bud.”

Bendy smiled at him before grabbing the bag, holding it close so that Henry can toss the gooey stuff into the bag.

Melissa was shocked at how that small toon can turn into a large monster. That must be demonic presence! She starts to take picture at them before disappearing.

Once the gutter was clean, Bendy smiled before helping Henry down from his back. Once he did, he lowered his head to nuzzled Henry, whining softly. Henry laughed a little, petting his head. “Okay, okay, you did a good job, Bendy.” He smiled.

Bendy just whined loudly. “Are you sure you okay, Henry? I didn’t think the ladder would give out like that.” Bendy said, looking at the now broken ladder. Henry sighs softly, looking at the ladder as well. “Well, I had it for a long time, it was about time to get a new one anyway.”

Bendy nods, looking at the ladder before looking at Henry. Henry just smiled and pets his head, which earned a happy purr from the toon. “Okay, how about we head inside for a little snack, huh? We both need one.”

Bendy nods eagerly, shrinking down before smirking. “Race you inside!” Before Henry could say anything, Bendy darts off. “Bud, I’m not as young as I use to be!” He chuckled before taking off into a jog.

The next day came.

Bendy was under a tree with the other kids, looking at some weird board game. “...so how does Dungeons and Dragons work?” Bendy asked, looking at the rule book. As a kid try to talk to him of the rules, only making the poor toon even more confused, they were soon sirens being heard.

They saw the police cars coming down the streets. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.”

Bendy saw the police go around the corner, making him tense up. That’s the street he lived on. “...hey, guys, I’m gonna go check on Henry, I’ll be back.” He said, standing up.

As he ran to his home, he froze at the mere sight, his heart heaved in fear and pain.

The police were at their home.

And walking away with Henry in cuffs.

“HENRY!!!” Bendy rushed over, trying to get them to stop taking Henry away before he saw Mrs. Caster stop him, holding him gently. “Bendy, wait--”

“No! They can’t take Henry! Don’t take him! He didn’t do anything wrong!” Bendy cried out, inky tears rolling down his face, trying to reach out to Henry. As Henry was placed in the car, he looks over to see Amelia holding Bendy, who kept crying out to him.

He could smiled sadly before the cops starts to drive off. “Henry, NO!! Don’t leave me! HENRY!!” Bendy starts to sob as Mrs. Caster turned him around and hugged him tightly.

“...we’re going down to find out what happened....okay?” Bendy didn’t say anything, sobbing loudly. “He-He-He didn’t do anything wrong!” Bendy sobbed before he starts to breathe heavily.

“Bendy, sweetie, you need to calm down...”

“I-I can’t...I-I need Henry! Mrs. Caster, please! I need him! I can’t breathe!” Bendy said, his inky form starting flare up a bit. She placed a hand on his shoulder, before recoiling back at the sudden high temperature.

The ink was boiling hot.

“I....n-need him....” He kept breathing heavily and fast, on the edge of a panic attack before Amelia scooped him up, wincing when the ink was burning hot to the touch, but she didn’t care, rushing to her car before starting it up and drove to the station.

“Look...Mr. Ross....I know that you are a nice man, you’re great with the kids, kind to the neighbors...but please, cooperate with us and we can figure out what’s going on.”

Henry was in a confession room with two officers, his hands cuffed so that he wouldn’t do anything. But he kept wincing at the emotions of panic and sorrow in the back of his head from Bendy in their mental bond.

But he kept silent.

“Henry, please....just talk to us....”

“....How do I know what I’m suppose to confess about when I don’t know what the fuck is going on?” He asked, some of his patience starting to run out by their questions.

“I don’t even know what the hell is going on and you all just took me away without telling me of what I did wrong!” Henry snapped. The two cops look at each other before sighing, showing pictures.

It was Bendy and himself when they were cleaning the gutters, Bendy in his monster form. Then him when they were taking a nap in the backyard, Henry resting against Bendy’s monster form. Bendy’s head was resting on Henry’s lap, one arm around Henry.

“...we were given these as evidence that you were holding a demonic presence; that you summon a demon and endangering the children with it.”

Henry was shocked, looking at the photos. “....who took them?”

“....ummm--”

“I’m not gonna ask again. I said WHO. TOOK. THEM?” Henry asked, his eyes narrowed angrily, making both of the cops tensed up. One sighed and looks at Henry. "....Melissa Cathaway. She's the one who turned these photos in."

Henry kept silent.

"...one of you has a child right?" Henry asked, somehow keeping calm.  The two cops look at each other before the younger one raised his hand. "Umm, I do...Michael is his name. He's only ten." The younger cop said.

"...then I'm sure that he talked about Bendy to you, hasn't he?" Henry asked.  Just as the cop was gonna answer, the whole station shook, a loud roar being heard outside. "Calling all available dispatchers, please respond now!" The walkie went off.

"This is officer John, what the hell is going on?" The elder cop asked, answering the walkie. His answer was given when the roar gave out again, gun shots being heard. "We don't know what's happening, but there's this...giant....monster, thing! Whatever it is, it is huge and it's in front of the station! We need availble dispatchers at the entrance now!"

The two cops look at each other before darting out of the room to the entrance. Henry looks at the entrance then suddenly felt rushing emotions in the back of his head, making him grunt out in pain. His eyes then went wide, realizing what happened. 

“Bendy....” 

Outside of the station, Bendy was in his largest form, his once familiar fanged grin now a frown as he roars out loudly. Ink was over both of his eyes like it was in his beserk form, ink rapidly falling off of his horn and body. He slammed his claw hand against the ground, making it crack from the contact. 

“Sir! None of the bullets are working!” One officer shouts. 

“Keep firing!” 

“Stop! You’re making it worse!” Mrs. Caster said, being held back by an officer so that she was out of harm’s way. 

They kept firing bullets at him, but the bullets seemed to go through his body like nothing as he growled loudly, pushing a cop car out of his way as he roars loudly. He was now close to the police as he raised his hand up to strike them down--

“BENDY DON’T!!!” 

Bendy froze at the source of the sound, only deep growls can be heard. Henry was at the entrance of the police station, still cuffed. He looks at the chief officer and sighed sadly. “...I can calm him down, officer. But I can’t with these on...” He gestured to the cuffs. 

“...I’ll do what you want...just let me calm him down...and say good-bye to him....please, that’s all I ask....” Henry asked. The chief officer looks at Bendy, then back at Henry before nods and took the cuffs off. 

Henry rubbed his wrist from the soreness and slowly walked up to Bendy. “...Bendy....it’s me....you can calm down, bud....” Henry said calmly, looking at Bendy. His answer was given when he lets out a deep growl and roars loudly. All of the cops covered their ears from the ear-piercing roar. Henry also winced as well, but he stood his ground. Bendy’s sharp teeth was mere inches from him. 

He stops roaring, growling loudly. Henry took a deep breath before slowly placing his hand on Bendy’s face. Bendy’s frown moved a bit, still growling loudly. But then, he froze a bit when he felt the familiar touch from someone. He lets out a whine in confusion. 

“Shhhh.....it’s me, bud.....I know you’re hurt....but it’s okay....” Henry whispered, then rest his forehead against Bendy’s large forehead. Some of his form starts to shrink down a bit, his eye becoming visible again, but it was toon like as it had inky tears rolling down from it. 

“H-Henry....” Bendy calls out before his form starts to shrink down entirely. Henry opened his eyes, looking down at Bendy with his hands on his cheek, keeping his forehead in place. 

Bendy was sobbing, inky tears rolling down his cheeks as one hand clings to Henry’s arm. “I...I don’t want them...to-to take you away, Henry. You-You didn’t do *sniff* anything wrong.” Bendy sobbed, looking at him. Henry just smiled sadly. “...I know, bud...” 

“Henry, I don’t want to be alone again...please, they can’t do this...” Bendy sniffed. He didn’t want to be alone again! He didn’t want another repeat at the studio! Or when he was at the hospital at one point. 

“Oh, Bendy....” 

He pulls Henry into a tight hug, which Bendy hugs him tightly around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. Henry was doing his best not to breakdown as well, clenching his eyes shut. 

“...Mr. Ross...” He looks over to see the chief of police. He could only nod before looking at Bendy. “...Bendy....you’ll be with Mrs. Caster for awhile, okay?” 

“Henry, you can’t--” 

“Bud, please...” 

“I DON’T WANT TO BE SEPARATED FROM YOU!” Bendy sobbed, hugging him tighter. Henry looks at the toon sadly, then his heart broke at what Bendy said. 

“...I love you...Dad.” 

Henry closed his eyes sadly, a stray tear rolling down his cheek. “...I love you too, Bendy....and I always will.....” Mrs. Caster walks up to the two and managed to get Bendy away from Henry, which he clings to her now, sobbing into his shoulder as two cops took Henry away. 

Mrs. Caster looks at Henry sadly, then at Bendy. That’s when she saw Melissa and her eyes narrowed. “I hope that you are proud of yourself. I know who you are and what you did is uncalled for.” She said, her voice sharp and has anger. 

Melissa didn’t show any emotion. “Because what you did is separated a child from their parent and they are both devastated because of you and your actions.” With that, she walks away with the sobbing toon. 

Days passed. Then it turned to weeks. Then to a month. 

Bendy remained depressed ever since they took Henry into custody.

Amelia was resting on the couch, the toon asleep on her lap. His cheeks were stained with inky tears, his breathing shaky. She sighs sadly and kept slowly petting the top of his head. 

Just then, she heard the door knock. 

Without waking the toon, she moved him gently and placed a pillow in her place before walking over to the door. When she opened it, she was shocked and surprised at who it was. 

Henry stood at the doorway, smiling tiredly. “...sorry if I missed work for the past month....but you know what prison does to ya....” He chuckled sadly--

He was cut off when she hugged him tightly around his shoulders. He smiled and pats her back. “...h-how are you...” 

“Turns out a lot of the cops know about Bendy and he wasn’t dangerous. So Melissa was under arrest for false accusation against me. So they let me out just today. Plus...a lot of the kids did a lot of drawings and sent it to the station to let me out and showed Bendy being sad without me....” 

She sighs softly before pulling away. “...he has been devastated ever since you’ve been taken. He’s asleep on the couch if you want to take him home, Henry...I’m sure that he wants to be with you...” She smiled sadly. 

“...Mrs. Caster?” Both Henry and Amelia could see Bendy slowly walking over to the main entrance, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Who’s at the....?” His sentence was slowly cut off when he saw Henry. 

His eyes were wide, his entire body frozen at the sight of Henry. 

“...H-Henry...?” 

Henry smiled sadly before he knelt down and held his arms out. It didn’t take long for Bendy as he rushed forward and tackled Henry into a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Henry nearly toppled over when he felt Bendy tackle him, but he hugged him back tightly. 

He could feel Bendy sobbing loudly into his shoulder and Henry just held him there, letting him let it all out. “Oh, bud...I missed you so much....” Henry whispered, his voice cracking a bit. 

“Y-You’re back! I-I can’t believe you’re back!” Bendy sobbed, pulling away to look up at Henry, but he had the familiar grin even though he was crying. Henry just smiled sadly and rest his forehead against the toon’s. “...yeah...I’m back, bud...” 

Mrs. Caster smiled sadly at the two before she knelt down and hugged them both, Bendy still hugging Henry tightly as he sobs into his chest. 

As the minutes passed, Henry was soon taking a sleeping toon home, Henry looking at Amelia. “...I can’t thank you enough for looking after him, Amelia...” Henry said, holding the toon in his arms as he slept peacefully for the past month. 

“Hey, it’s nothing...I’m...I’m just glad you’re back.” 

“...I’m not fired from my job, am I?”

“No, you’re not, you knucklehead. Now go on home and get yourself cleaned up.” She chuckled, patting his arm and he smiled, nodding. “Again, thank you.” He soon starts to drive home. 

Bendy never let go of Henry ever since their reunion with each other, but Henry didn’t seem to mind one bit. 

Henry soon arrived home, carrying the toon home and inside of the house. He closed the door behind him and travels upstairs to Bendy’s room. Once he showered and gets into comfortable clothes, everything will be alright. 

He slowly sets Bendy down on his bed before petting his head and walked out to take a shower. After minutes, he felt so refreshed, having sweatpants on and a tank top before he felt fear in the back of his head. 

He rushed to Bendy’s room to find himself awake and was breathing fast and heavily. “Bendy, Bendy, look at me. Breathe, bud, I’m right here.” Henry said, immediately gong beside him and placed his hands on his shoulders. Bendy winced and looks up at Henry, some of his ink melting off of him. 

“S-Sorry. I-I-I thought...I-I was dreaming...that-that all of this didn’t happen and-and that you were still gone...” Bendy stuttered, trying to calm down. Henry rest his forehead against Bendy’s, helping him calm down. “No, it’s not a dream, bud...I’m home...and we’re home....and I’m not going anywhere...” 

“Promise?” 

“I promise....” He soon laid beside the toon, which Bendy snuggled up against Henry, clinging to one of his hand just so that he wasn’t going to disappear on him just in case. But Henry lets him, squeezing his hand in return before he closed his eyes. 

“...welcome home, Henry....” Henry cracked one eye open to look at Bendy, smiling tiredly. “....great to be home, Bendy...” 

Bendy smiled a bit before he closed his eyes, then soon fall asleep. Henry smiled and pulled the toon closer. 

“....it’s great to be home....” Henry whispered before he closed his eyes, falling asleep for the next day for them both. 

Welp, there ya go. This is a good angst one with a good of hurt/comfort in it. And my heart heaved when I was writing this as well, so there ya go. 

More fanfics to come. 

Until then, 

Pooka-Dragon

[gallifreyanlibertea]

Petty

a/n: ‘Cause you know Arthur doesn’t let things go, and omegaverse pettiness is something I’ve always dreamed about- you can’t exactly be passive-aggressive with all those hostile scents lmao...

This is my first time writing a post-break-up fic so forgive me if the situation is messed up a bit. I just wanted to do something else, rather than Alfred loving Arthur or Arthur loving Alfred..

Day 4: Summer Camp for the usuknetwork’s Summer Getaway event. 

Alfred hadn’t been too happy when he had found that his ex-boyfriend was his daughter’s camp counselor.

Of course, he had nothing to fear. Amelia was only four years old, and with a face like hers, one couldn’t even fathom the thought of hurting her. Chubby cheeks, blonde hair curled into pigtails, big blue eyes, little dimples just like her father’s- well, Alfred supposed anything of hers that reminded his ex of him would be rather unfortunate, but the point was that she was a child.

She was a cute, cute child, and even an ex as crazy as Arthur Kirkland wouldn’t do a thing to her.

Hell, Alfred had met the omega in high school. High school! A hell of a long time ago. Alfred could barely remember the mathematical concepts he’d learned there, let alone an old fling.

Yet as he took Amelia to her first day at a tots’ summer camp, upon hearing positive reviews about an eccentric camp counselor who’d taught his neighbor’s three-year-old how to say the ABC’s forwards and backward, he was almost immediately pierced through the chest by those molten green eyes.

“Alfred Jones.” 

Arthur practically hissed the name and it was like a scene out of a western movie. Alfred could feel his Adam's apple bobbing as Arthur sized him up from behind the counter, hair just as blond and wild as he remembered, brows, if anything, wilder.

And that English accent. It was the same exact one he’d sported all throughout high school and if Alfred didn’t fear for his life just then, with all the bitter scents being thrown at him, he would’ve cracked a joke about how Arthur had to have been practicing it.

“Hi, I’m here to sign my daughter up for the program?”

Arthur emitted yet another tart scent, this one put a crinkle in Alfred’s nose, and Alfred wondered exactly what he’d done to hurt the man.

He had remembered Arthur as a boy he used to date, and that was it. An ex-boyfriend, neither sane nor crazy, because those details didn’t matter to him, he didn’t care. But that itself had been taken to the next level that day, as his arm automatically shot out to protect his little pup, who’d taken to cowering behind Alfred’s leg at the warning scent the alpha had thrown off, just for a split second. With his jaw clenched, brows furrowed in slight worry.

Arthur Kirkland was crazy, and for whatever reason it was, hated Alfred Jones. 

And Alfred should’ve turned and taken Amelia away right that second, but she seemed completely and utterly unaware of the hostility, and the reviews were good, and the charge was even better-

As Arthur had led Amelia away, her little hand closing around Arthur’s finger, he turned to shoot one last parting look in Alfred’s direction before turning back to Amelia with a rare, soft smile.

Through all of this, he was somehow flattered that Arthur would care enough to remember to hate him. Alfred, however, had not one clue as to why. He remembered the face, he remembered the name, he remembered that he had done something and they had broken up, yes, he remembered to that extent.

But it was around ten years ago.

It couldn’t possibly have been so bad that Arthur felt the need to throw a bitter scent in his direction every time their gazes met. That he would ignore the fact that Alfred existed, that he would dismiss Alfred’s small-talk in every weekly parent meeting, not even so much as looking him in the eyes.

“It’s kinda hot in here, isn’t it?”

And Arthur would frown, flipping through the papers on his desk like Alfred hadn’t just spoken, plucking out a file labeled with Amelia’s name.

“Your daughter takes well to group activity and assumes leadership quite easily, but that can serve to be a problem seeing as she is equally disruptive at times.”

He would do it all in those teeny tiny shorts too, crossing those legs sternly, leaving Alfred torn between wanting to strangle Arthur and wanting to strangle himself in between those thighs.

“She’s usually pretty calm.” Alfred would say and Arthur would cock an eyebrow.

“Maybe at home with you, sir, but she’s picked a fight with at least ten other alphas in the span of five days. Nevertheless, she has been improving.”

If that was the truth, the camp definitely benefitted his daughter.

Yet every single day, every day he felt that boiling hatred hit him like a bag of bricks, whenever he walked in to pick his daughter up. Hell, it would take just a single complaint from her little lips and Alfred would take her out of the program. One little peep. A complaint that Alfred waited for every day.

Yet it never came. Amelia came home with a brighter smile every evening, gushing over the way Mr. K helped them make puppets, or how Mr. K had taught them a neat poem on how to spell Mississippi. She adored him, worshiped him, and for her happiness, for her education, Alfred would have to keep undergoing the Herculean labor that was walking to pick her up under the piercing gaze of Arthur Kirkland, his very own, personal demon.

Alfred could’ve easily reported his behavior, yet Amelia seemed adamant in her adoration toward her father’s crazy ex-boyfriend, it would break her little heart. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” She would say and Alfred would give her a silent smile in response. "Can Mr. K come over for dinner?”

If you want daddy in the oven as your main course, then sure, honey.

The situation had definitely warranted a visit during the camp’s work hours.

Besides Alfred desperately wanting her to learn something, the reason for enrolling Amelia into the camp was the freedom it would give Alfred to work in peace. Most parents sat at the picnic tables that lined the perimeter of the play area to watch their kids in action, and Alfred decided to do the same that Friday, despite the fact that his boss wasn’t too happy about his “sick leave”.

Alfred simply had to do it.

You see, no one had ever outright hated him this intensely. Not ever, not to his face, and Alfred was going to get to the bottom of it. No matter what it took.

He watched as Arthur set the kids down to eat their lunch, seeking the shady shelter beneath a tree as he struggled to catch his breath. He was close enough for Alfred to see the red flush in every inch of exposed skin, the sheen of sweat glossing the area beneath that damp blond fringe.

Alfred had quite enjoyed watching the game of tag. Besides having to see Arthur run back and forth, winded, trying to tag little, spirited kids, Amelia was quite the runner and it put a sense of pride in his heart as well. That was all.

It definitely wasn’t from watching Arthur parade around in those shorts that seemed, if possible, shorter than the last time he’d seen them.

No, because Arthur was evil and not attractive in any way whatsoever.

Alfred made his way to the tree. “Would you like some water?”

The omega glanced up to shoot Alfred a glare, gaze dropping down to the bottle being thrust in his direction.

“No.”

“You need water, your bottle is clear and it’s obviously empty.”

“Oh, you’d know exactly what’s best for me, wouldn’t you, then.” Arthur snapped before crossing his arms, marking the first ever string of words he’d said to Alfred that weren’t professionally motivated.

It was progress.

“What is your problem, dude?”

“You, if I haven’t made that obvious.”

And Arthur had stomped away, leaving a smattering of other parents throwing curious glances at Alfred as any people wanting in on a drama would.

He gave them a dismissive, if not embarrassed, smile.

Take two. He’d cornered Arthur after the hours ended, deciding on a different approach. “Hey, I’m sorry if I did anything to hurt you, but-”

“Nice try, Jones. I can tell when you’re actually sorry.” Arthur said. “You get all trembly and you can barely form sentences, so quit the act.”

Alfred suppressed a growl and Amelia clung to his legs yet again, sensing her father’s anger.

“Listen, I don’t even know why you’re mad at me in the first place.”

“So you’d apologize without knowing?” Arthur sneered before turning his back, tossing a look over his shoulder as he headed toward the door, to possibly leave, start up his car and lock up behind him, “It’s nice to know you don’t remember me. Really rubs the salt right in the wound.”

“Wait- I remember you, I just-”

“Yeah, you’ve chosen to forget how you ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped all over it for three years of my life.”

Alfred definitely did not remember that.

Arthur must’ve read the open-mouthed expression on Alfred’s face because he scoffed, turning to face him, “Your daughter is tired, just take her home and get her some rest.”

“Arthur, what did I do?”

Amelia’s groggy tug to the leg of his trouser didn’t go unnoticed. He hoisted his daughter up to sit at his hip, tucking her soft blond head into the crook of his neck and Arthur’s stony green eyes seemed to soften. Just for a bit.

“Are you married?” Arthur eyed Amelia’s weary, bouncing leg and Alfred chuckled.

“No, my boyfriend, her birth father, left us a few years ago. Not many omegas would want second-hand merch like me.”

Arthur clasped his hands, averting his eyes to stare at the reflection of the ceiling light on the polished tile floor. “That sucks.”

It seemed genuine enough. Still tinged with that lemony, tart scent of hatred, but a more watered-down version of it. Alfred was used to this type of reaction from anyone that asked about Amelia’s father.

But he had more important things in mind.

“Just tell me what I did.”

And Arthur chewed his lip, looking smaller than the hissy act had made him appear to be. In that large, camp logo-adorned jacket, belted khaki shorts, socks rolled up his shins, frown tugging at his brows- he didn’t look so crazy.

He just looked sad. “Nevermind, it’s childish.” 

Alfred just looked at him and Arthur heaved a sigh, “You told me you fell out of love with me a few months into our relationship.”

“Things like that happen, Arthur.” Alfred reasoned, to which Arthur glanced up, eyes fiery yet again.

“You told me over text.”

Oh.

“I saw you making out with your new boyfriend the same day, one or two hours later.”

Oh.

“And despite the fact that I had never stopped loving you for the rest of high school, you never once attempted to give me closure. I had to see you shift from lover to lover, casting not one glance at me, as if you’d never known me.”

Alfred could imagine it. Having to see someone you loved with someone else, having to see them pretend you didn’t exist, for three whole years until different choices of university drove them apart, and now here they were.

“Arthur I’m… I had no idea. I was an asshole, I- God, I-”

“You were young, it was wrong of me to hold a grudge until now,” Arthur muttered, the slight scowl on his lips a pleasant contrast from the rest of the expressions Arthur had served him for the last few weeks. “We’re all adults here.”

It was true. The prospect of having someone hate every fiber of his being had put a bit of stress on Alfred’s shoulders. He’d never expected to have faced such a situation in this day and age, but it happened, and if Alfred was being honest, he deserved every second of it.

He would be kept awake at night by the things he did in back then. A dumb, beefcake alpha who thought he ruled the school, terrorizing his poor teachers, mind clouded in the delusion that he owned every single person that walked the halls.

How many others had he trampled on?

“I’m sorry, Arthur, but don’t forgive me so easily.” Alfred found himself saying, voice hushed as his daughter snored softly by his ear. “What I did to you was not okay.”

The furrow between Arthur’s brows softened and he crossed his arms, tossing his head to the side with a gentler defiance. “You’ll regret giving me that kind of power.”

Alfred smiled. Just a little. “Make me work for it, Kirkland, do your worst.”

Of course, Alfred meant it as a joke, yet he found that he didn’t complain when Arthur quite literally printed a weekend work agenda for him the very next Monday. A long list of chores to help out at the camp, and Alfred got right to it, working until his forehead beaded with sweat and Arthur sat cackling at him from under a tree, trading bits of Amelia’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich for his own packed salad lunch.

At the very least, it wasn’t a scowl.

And when weekend work became sharing meals in local coffee shops to bitch about the camp managers, watching animated movies after work, with Amelia nestled in between- exchanging sweaters because Alfred’s were definitely warmer, then candle-lit dinners-

Alfred told Arthur that falling out of love was no longer an option.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

The Novelist and the King:  1 A Plea to the Stars

Pairing: Caspian X x OC

It had been almost three years since the Pevensies left Narnia. Almost three years of Caspian ruling over the kingdom he called home. But being king was even more difficult than he possibly could have imagined. Even so, during the course of his three year rule, peace had been restored throughout Narnia.

But as he lay awake in the dark of night, his mind found anything but peace. Images of his father still haunted his dreams, yet there was something else. He found himself alone, longing for something he did not know how to seek. He wasn’t sure what it even was really, he only knew that it was missing.

Realizing he wasn’t going to be getting any sleep, he threw open his bed curtains and opened the doors to the balcony. The the autumn night was quiet, the only sound being the faint whispering of the trees. Caspian looked up at the star filled sky and felt the same sense of wonder he had as young boy. The night sky had always fascinated him. His professor would tell him stories of kingdoms that lay beyond the vast collection of stars. Now it felt like the stars were the only ones he could turn to.

“How do I do this? I mean, this is completely ridiculous.” He laughed bitterly and blew out a sigh. “How could you possibly help me?” A great gust of wind took Caspian by surprise, nearly knocking him off his feet. “Okay, okay.” The wind continued. His vision was obscured by his dark hair that had blown in front of his eyes. “Alright!” He shouted. The wind stopped abruptly.

“I need,” he began, searching for the correct words. “Something.” He paused, feeling foolish. The memory of Susan came to him and he realized what he was so deeply missing. “I need someone. I don’t know how much longer I can do this on my own.” His gaze dropped to his feet before he glanced back up at the sky. “Please… help me.”

A great roar sounded in the distance followed by another gust of wind, this one stronger and more fierce than the one before. Caspian couldn’t help but smile in wonder as he was surrounded by colorful leaves, spiraling around him. After a moment, the leaves moved on with the breeze, flying to the east. He watched as they were engulfed by a bright light and disappeared.

He walked into his room, unable to stop the small question in his mind. What happens now?

The entire room went silent as the large stack of papers slammed onto Amelia’s desk, causing her to almost jump out of her seat. She opened her mouth to ask what the meaning of this was until she saw the papers. Her face turned bright red. It was her book.

“What is this?” Jimmy Bloom, Amelia’s boss- or tyrant, as she liked to call him- snapped.

“It’s-” She cleared her throat and looked him in the eye. “It’s a novel. My novel to be specific.” Jimmy snorted- a perfect impression of a pig.

“You’re a secretary, Amy, not a novelist.” He laughed. Amelia had always hated his laugh. It was high pitched and unbearable obnoxious. After he had stopped his cackling, he ran his fingers through his light hair, and placed his hands on her desk. “Why was it on my desk this morning?”

“Well Mr. Bloom, I thought-”

“Here we go.” Jimmy sighed.

“I thought that maybe if you would actually read of my books, you would consider publishing it.” This argument had been going on for almost a year, Amelia trying to find every way to get Jimmy to publish one of her novels.

“Look,” he started, “Amy-”

“Miss Connelly.” She corrected.

“Whatever. We’ve had this conversation before. You’re just not cut out for being an author.” He ran one of his fingers down her cheek. “Stick to lookin pretty and setting my appointments.” It took every ounce of self control she had to keep from biting his finger right off. He waltzed back to his office, sliding the papers off the desk as he went, scattering them all over the floor. Amelia let out a growl and knelt down to pick them up.

She hated Jimmy from the moment she met him, but she needed this job if she ever wanted the chance of being a real writer. The other workers began to file out of the room, stepping right over Amelia and the mess of papers.

It took almost twenty minutes to get all of the pages back in order. By then, she was the only one in the building, besides Jimmy and one of the custodians. She held to novel close to her chest and tried to keep the tears at bay. Pulling herself back together, she picked up her purse, putting the pages inside, and cleared of her desk.

“Sorry for that little show of force doll, you know how it is.” Jimmy said, walking towards her with a sly smile on his face. She pretended not to hear him and started towards the exit. He grabbed her arm and she smelled the liquor on his breath. That was another reason Amelia hated him, he had horrible drinking habits. “Come on Amy, don’t be like that.”

“How many times must I tell you Mr. Bloom?” Amelia yanked her arm away. “It’s Miss Connelly. And I really need to be going.”

“Where?” He asked, only there wasn’t curiosity in his voice. “Where could you possibly go? You have no family to get back to.” She was taken aback by his words, not believing that he was saying them. She started to leave, wanting the day to be over.

“You’re never going to get that book of your’s published.” He called after her. She turned back to face him, a sneer spreading across his face. “You’ll never live up to your father.”

“How dare you?” She spat, taking a step towards him.

“Just face it Amy!” He shouted. “You’re always going to be the sad, familyless secretary!” Without thinking, she slapped him, the sound of her hand hitting his cheek echoing through the abandoned room.

Realizing what she had just done, she sprinted through the door before he could say another word. But once she had started running, she couldn’t stop. She ran down the sidewalk, kicking off her best pair of heels into the street. She ran until she reached her apartment building. Her lungs burned and her feet were raw and red, bleeding from the thorn she had stepped on in her haste.

Grateful that everyone in the building were in for the night, Amelia unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside. It was far too small, even for one person. The kitchen was pitifully messy and the living room hadn’t seen much life in weeks.

Seeing the small window, Amelia stormed across the room and let in the cool air. She dug into her purse until she had thrown every page of that stupid book into the sky, watching the wind sweep every paper down the street, each getting smaller and smaller until they appeared to be nothing more pale leaves on the sidewalk.

Now, unable to keep her tears hidden any longer, she sat down on her sofa, sobbing into her hands. Almost two years of working at the publishing company, all thrown away in a single motion. Any chance she had of publishing a novel was gone. Everything she had worked for now made worthless.

She looked at the picture frame on the small table in front of her, wiping tears away from her eyes. It had been taken the summer before. Her father had taken her sailing and the picture showed the two of them at the dock, smiling broadly in front of the sail boat.

Beneath the frame was the last letter she received from her father, promising that he would be coming home soon. But a month ago that promise was broken by the delivery of another letter. War hero, it had said. He died saving millions of innocent people and soldiers. She should be proud. The service had been short, though many people attended. But Amelia had been looking for the person who never came. The one her father had written all of his books about. The smiling woman in the pictures her father had kept all these years. Her mother.

Amelia stood up and wiped her eyes. She didn’t have time to pity herself. She was unemployed and soon she’d be the talk of the street. The ladies at the company did enjoy gossip. But right now she didn’t care. Looking around at her miniscule apartment, she only wanted to get out. There was cafe down the block that would be nearly empty, so she decided to go there.

She grabbed one of her father’s books off the shelf and took the photograph out of the frame to use as a bookmark. Her father always used pictures to save his place. He claimed that it brought him luck. She put the book in her purse that was overstuffed with small notebooks, pencils and pens, and a leather journal that her father had sent her for Christmas, though she hadn’t managed to think of anything to write in it. Slipping on her most comfortable shoes, she grabbed her coat before leaving her apartment for- unbeknownst to her- the last time.

The air was still and the night was warm. Oddly the street was empty, when usually it was filled with couples on nightly strolls or a group of friends out on the town. Amelia wished she was grateful for their absence, but instead she felt completely alone. She wrapped her coat closer around her as the wind seemed to pick up with every step she took. Leaves blew across the sidewalk, gathering by her feet. She narrowed her eyes as the leaves blew away, replaced by sheets of paper. Kneeling down, she read the writing and gasped as she stared at the first page of her novel.

“Impossible.” She whispered as more pages started to pile around her. The wind picked up immensely, creating a cyclone of paper around her, the wall of pages so thick she could no longer see the buildings and shops that surrounded her. In the distance, there was a roar. As the noise grew deafening, she recognized the sound as that of a lion. She covered her ears and closed her eyes, squeezing them tight, wanting to just wake up from this nightmare.

And then it all stopped. The roaring went silent, the wind halted and the pages drifted down softly on top of her. Cautiously, she opened her eyes and started to pick up the papers. But as she lifted them off the ground, her hands grazed dirt, instead of cement.

She looked up and a scream caught in her throat. Instead of the buildings of downtown London, she was surrounded by the trees of a thick wood. She clutched her bag to her chest as she stood up, her feet instinctively backing away from the forest in front of her. She let out a startled yelp when her back hit something solid. Turning around, terrified of what she might find, Amelia let out a shaky breath as she gazed into the warm light of a lamppost.