#was supposed to find out if she could come home or not in 30 mins. 3 hours later theyre like OK come get her

[kayvsworld]

i always forget i have Healthcare System Anxiety until i have to interact with The Healthcare System and immediately just start screaming internally for days

[channieskies]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖁: 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader, Jeong(Jung) Jaehyun x Reader (Fem/AFAB/Curvy/Plus sized)

Genre: Smut (eventual), Angst, Supernatural Romance, Urban Fantasy

AU: Supernatural AU, Vampire Au, Werewolf AU, Witch AU

Word count: 7061 [Reading time: 30 mins]

Networks: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society

Synopsis: You spend the day finding out about the mysterious and handsome Dr. Jay.

He washed and split sausages, putting them in a searing hot pan. “I was dying. I’d been shot center mass while  trying to protect another soldier. He had a family, his wife had just had a baby girl, he had a young son who had just started talking. I wanted him to be able to see them again, to live a long life with the ones he loved. Even if that meant I didn’t get to do the same. As I laid there, bleeding out, the sky turning from light to dusk, I noticed a man going from body to body. He hovered over each one, checking to see if they were still in the realm of the living or not. By the time he got to my body, the light was starting to fade from my eyes. I was only a few breaths away from death.” 

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A.N: Please reblog and leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Special thanks to @palindrome969 and @therhythmafterthesummer for reading over this for me. I could never thank you enough. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids or NCT. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost here or on other sites. This chapter contains use of explicit language.

The roaring sound of his laughter filled the room. His head was tilted back like this was the funniest situation he’d ever been in. You would have joined in, if his laughter wasn’t at your expense. “You- you should have seen your face.” He lifted his glasses, his eyes back to their normal warm brown color, and wiped his tears. “I’m not that kind of vampire, trust me. I’m heavy on consent, so I wouldn’t do that unless you asked that of me or volunteered to be my cute little blood bank.” His lips curled into another smile as your face twisted into mortification. What the hell was his problem? “It’s a joke.” He laughed, reaching his hand out to help you up. “We are going to have to work on your sense of humor.” He took your hand in his, pulling you up and out of your seat. “I got you something to wear out, so you don’t have to do the walk of shame back home.” 

He shook a finger at you, “Out all night with a strange man and coming back home in the same clothes?” He tsked, “Naughty girl.” He smirked at his own joke, though you found no amusement in it. “I asked your mom what products you liked last night, so while you were supposed to be sleeping, I did a little shopping. Everything you need is in the guest bathroom for you.” He led you to the door and pointed you in the direction of the bathroom. “I’ll come get you in about thirty minutes. That should be sufficient time, right?” His brows knit together in thought, “It’s been a while since a woman has stayed over. Ella usually protests and will put up quite a fight.” He looked over at the cat who was casually grooming herself. “But she likes you, so you got to stay.” He had a strange habit of putting his foot in his mouth. You guessed that was the trade off for having a face like that, he was more than a little goofy. You smiled awkwardly at him and turned to leave, making your way to the bathroom as quickly as possible without looking like you were running from him. You were totally running from him.

It didn’t take you long to get washed up. When he said he got all the essentials you needed and liked, he meant that. From your favorite body wash, down to your favorite lip balm and mouthwash. Full-sized bottles of it at that. You understood he was rich, but forty dollars for a bottle of shower gel was insane no matter which way you sliced it. But you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. That means it would be forty dollars less you'd have to spend. It also meant you wouldn’t have to buy a cheap dime store knock off that subsequently breaks you out, meaning you'd learn the hard lesson of you get what you pay for. All and all he saved you a trip to the doctors for an allergic reaction to some shit product  with ingredients you probably couldn't pronounce and the price of one very expensive cypress oil and black currant body wash, among some other not so pricey items. But, Dr Jay was a strange man. Or vampire, whatever he was. He talked extremely slow, like someone who was actively thinking before the words ever left his lips. His jokes- although they might be funny to you any other time- were crude and weird considering he really didn’t know you that well. His life seemed sheltered as well. From your point of view, he didn’t seem like someone who had a lot of friends. How could he be when people would inevitably grow old and die while he drank from the spring of eternal youth. 

Your thoughts were plagued by the thought of the vampire whose home you were currently occupying. You couldn’t help but have a little curiosity towards the odd man. Your mind was so caught up in thoughts of the strange doctor you nearly lost track of time. Once you felt refreshed and changed into the clothes he had gotten you, you checked over your appearance in the foggy mirror. Bags. You had enough baggage under your eyes to fill an airport baggage carousel. You hoped that maybe the mix between the expensive shower head and shower gel melted away all of the burdens that had piled up on your shoulders over the last twelve hours. Because you genuinely felt lighter, freer. Even if your face showed no indication. You stepped into the hallway, just to be greeted by Dr. Jay leaning against the banister, in a fresh change of clothes. It truly should have been unfair for anyone to look like that, especially without effort.

“You must be the opposite of your mother, you’re early.” You chuckled at that. Your mother was always late, notoriously so. “Come, I’ll make you breakfast.” You had so many questions. So many that your mind was asking them all at the same time, while simultaneously forgetting most of your other executive functions. You stood there, like a bump on a log, unmoving. He was still animatedly chatting to himself, while walking down the winding staircase. He stopped when he got to the second landing, turning around to stare at you. “I promise, I do not eat people. It’s normal human food.” Socks made her way towards the stairs at the promise of food, so you followed. “Looks like we have a taker.” He clapped his hands together and headed down the stairs towards his kitchen. “Anything in particular you like or don’t like?” He led you down a long dark hallway, only tiny specs of light poked through the blackout curtains.

“I’m not picky.” You sort of mumbled, your mind still too preoccupied with figuring out exactly what was going on here. Dr. Jay was seen out and about in daylight and he wasn’t burning up and turning into a pile of ash in the children's playroom. There was a big skylight in the middle of the room and he wasn’t sparkling like one of those teen movie vampires either. What if he wasn’t a vampire and something entirely different all together? But why would he lie? There were demons, known to be tricksters and liars. Dhampirs were half human, that would explain him being able to walk in the daylight. God forbid he be an incubus, and all of this was a ploy to get you to sleep with him. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn’t see him stop and collided into his back. 

“If you have something to ask, you should ask it. It’s rude to assume.” He said with his back turned to you. “I’ll let you know that I’m a very open book.” He finally turned around to face you. This was the first time all morning that there was no amusement in his eyes. “So, what do you want to know?” He folded his arms over his chest. For an open book, his stance was very closed off, but you ignored that.

“What are you exactly?” Your eyes focused on his face, hoping you’d be able to read it.

“Vampire. A fairly young one.”

“How young?”

He tilted his head in thought. He was counting. “To be exact? Four-hundred and fifty-four. My birth was well documented, that's how I can keep up with the exact year. But it’s not in the history books like it should have been.”

Your brows furrowed. “History books?” He nodded, his face still emotionless. “Then… who are you?” The corner of his lips curled into an unamused smirk.

“I told you yesterday. I’m Jaehyun. But since you insist on calling me Dr. Jay outside of the hospital, we’ll go with that.” He shrugged it off as if that was what you meant when you asked him that. You knew his name, like he said, he told you that yesterday. But a well documented birth from over four hundred years ago meant that he had to be important or at least born to someone important. “You should eat. It’s been a while since you’ve eaten anything.” Turning on his heels, he headed deeper into the kitchen, you followed behind him.

“What happened to being an open book?” You sat at the island, elbows on the countertop as you leaned your chin on your folded palms.

He washed his hand and proceeded to pull out food and pans to cook for you. “I’m going to tell you. Be patient.” He chuckled. Once he was situated on the other side of the island with his bowl and eggs, he started. “I was born February 14th 1567 in Korea, to a prince and a royal concubine. I was their only child together.” You didn’t know why, but a prince made so much damn sense. His face alone screamed royalty. It would also explain his incredibly soft hands. A prince would never have to work a hard job a day in their life. It all adds up. 

“My maternal grandfather was the highly respected right state councilor during the time. Even though my father was an adopted prince, my grandfather thought that he would have a high chance of becoming king since the king's biological son died at a very young age. The king himself was in a coma after falling ill, so the queen dowager handled the political offers alongside her councilors. The queen despised my grandfather and by extension my mother. She felt that he was trying his best to find a way to rule from the sidelines. Truthfully, she forbade marriage between my mother and the prince. But the prince had already laid with my mother, even though they were never supposed to be alone, especially not long enough for something like that to happen. I was the first child born to him and the only one born to my mother. The royal court thought it best to keep me off of the books. I guess you never knew when you might need an illegitimate heir to the throne, right?” He chuckled breathlessly, mixing the eggs he broke in the bowl. 

“Plus, they were young and unmarried, it didn’t look good in the eyes of the council or in the court of public opinion. So, I was raised far away from the palace in one of the homes my grandfather owned. I lived a very normal life as a noble child, had the best education, and plenty of friends. But I longed for more. There had to be more to life than just being special because money or status said you were. By the time I finished my schooling at Sungkyunkwan, instead of being a scholar or becoming a junior councilman, I chose a different path for myself.” He chopped onions and mixed them with the eggs along with other ingredients. “I decided I wanted to fight. I wanted to protect my country, my people, mainly my mother, especially from people like my father. He was abusive, as were most Confucian scholars. To them it was totally suitable to beat your wife when she was misbehaving. But she wasn’t his wife and my mother was the purest soul that I’ve ever met, so misbehaving was not in her nature. Even after he married, he still would frequent our home, using her however he pleased, beating her whenever she didn’t fulfill his needs. Never giving the life he promised her, but always leaving with the promise of moving her into the palace, ‘soon’. Promising to make her the main royal concubine.” He scoffed, turned his back to you as he put the eggs in the hot earthenware bowl to cook.

“Your father sounds like a tool. Your mother deserved better. But maybe that's why you were born as her son. You were a gift from the universe, an apology for the mistake your father made. You seem like you cared about her a lot and that probably meant a lot to her.” He shrugged off your statement. “So, let me make sure I’m following along.. essentially, you are a prince, with no real claim to the throne. A spare male heir.”

“By blood, yes. By title, no. I was just someone's illegitimate child.  According to the townsfolk, I was some married man’s child. It wasn’t far from the truth, my father was in fact married. But the circumstances that they conjured up about my birth couldn’t have been further from the truth. They called my mother horrible things, shunned her into a life of isolation. It nearly drove her crazy.” He shook his head, he had moved on to washing rice, his back was towards you as he faced the sink in front of the window. Even the views from his kitchen were obstructed. Dark window dressings seemed to be covering every single speck of light that might even think of getting in.

“It nearly killed her when I told her my plans of joining the army. She told me that I was throwing my life and education away for no reason. I could see how she could feel that way. Years of her sacrificing her sanity so that I could make something of myself, just for me to throw it away and join the army. But I told her all of my reasons. That me needing to be able to protect her, was the biggest of them all. She didn’t understand and I couldn’t convince her to either. So, I joined against her wishes. I snuck off to the capital in the middle of the night, leaving only a note behind. My grandfather was the only person who knew my whereabouts. Unlike my mother he thought that this could be a good thing. He still has wishes for me to be king one day. So he made sure I made my way through the ranks quickly. I was promoted over and over,  eventually I was given a team…” 

He paused, taking rice and putting it in his rice cooker. “My early twenties were spent moving through the ranks of the central army. Though my training took place in the capital, I wished to be as far away from my father as possible. I took on different roles in different cities to stay as far away from him and his prying eyes as possible.  By that time I was twenty-five. I didn’t think…” He sighed, “I didn’t think my life in the army would end so tragically. Where I was stationed was ambushed. We were the second defense against the Japanese when they attacked, the first was the navy. They did the best they could to fight them off, they really did. All we could do was watch from the shore and wait for them to attack us.” He sighed, closing the top down on the rice cooker and setting the timer. “Just the sheer size of their army, and the weapons they were given from Europe, nearly decimated us. The ones of us they didn’t kill, they took back to Japan on turtle ships.” 

He washed and split sausages, putting them in a searing hot pan. “I was dying. I’d been shot center mass while  trying to protect another soldier. He had a family, his wife had just had a baby girl, he had a young son who had just started talking. I wanted him to be able to see them again, to live a long life with the ones he loved. Even if that meant I didn’t get to do the same. As I laid there, bleeding out, the sky turning from light to dusk, I noticed a man going from body to body. He hovered over each one, checking to see if they were still in the realm of the living or not. By the time he got to my body, the light was starting to fade from my eyes. I was only a few breaths away from death.” 

You were engrossed, listening to every word he said while waiting for your food. “He stood over me, I lifted a shaking hand to try and protect myself from whatever attack he wanted to unleash on me. He spoke, but it was Japanese and I didn’t understand that at the time. He told me to rest, that he would handle it from there.” He huffed, shaking his head. “I guess he meant what he said, My eyes slipped closed just as he knelt next to me. I couldn’t fight back even if I wanted to. That day changed the trajectory of my life. Or maybe that was how it was always supposed to go. If I had known that arguing with my mother would be the last conversation I would have with her, I would have done things differently. Maybe I would have pleaded with her to be a bit more understanding of my reasons. Maybe, I even would tell her that I loved her to her face instead of in ink on a piece of paper” He placed the cooked sausage on a small plate under a plastic cover to stay warm while he waited for your rice. You were so deeply engrossed in his storytelling that you hadn’t even noticed how fast time flew by . He turned his back to the counter, leaning against it. 

“I woke up seven days later, wishing he would have just let me die. I was in agony, it felt like my veins were on fire. Like I was melting from the inside out. I couldn’t even recognize myself. I don’t mean that in the visual sense, either. I didn’t feel like myself nor did I sound like myself. I felt like I had become a different person entirely.” He moved the steamed eggs off the stove to make sure they did not overcook. “The first few months of me being a vampire were the hardest. He, his name was Yuta, had taken me back to Japan with him, taught me the language, and helped me learn about the culture all while I was struggling to keep my darkest urges in check. Yuta was once a samurai who killed the head of the head of a household in battle. The wife and daughter of the man wanted to exact their revenge. They felt it wasn’t fair that Yuta lived while their beloved husband and father was slain. So, they called  on their gods to help drain him of all his blood, but keep him alive so that he could witness all that he loved fade to dust. It was their dying wish as they killed themselves to be with him.” 

You knew a little something about last wish curses. You were currently dealing with one yourself. “He hadn’t realized he had the power to turn people into whatever he was until his last living relative had died. But given the fact that this was meant to be a curse, I doubt he would have been able to save his loved ones even if he tried. Sadly, I think it took him losing everything for him to start saving people. He tried his best to keep me from letting my hunger consume me. Letting the fear of never seeing my mother again and the anger I felt from death swallow me whole. It was while we were living in some rural town on Kyushu Island in the Miyazaki Prefecture. He wanted to stay far away from the memories of his loved ones and I needed to be as far away from humans as possible. But it didn’t matter how far I ran from the urges, they were always there waiting for me. Those first few months I did things to satiate my insatiable hunger that I still can’t.. Get over or let go.” The rice cooker's loud chime nearly made you jump, you had blocked out everything else but him. Listening to his life story so intently even the smallest outside noise would have sent you flying off your chair.

He chuckled at your reaction and placed a paddle full of rice in your bowl before sliding it to you. With an oven mitt, he placed the earthenware bowl of eggs down in front of you and uncovered your sausages. “Juice?” You nodded, eyes shimmering over the delicious smell of food permeating into your nostrils. He poured some orange juice into a mug and sat it right next to all of your food.  Breakfast was served. 

“It took someone making me realize what damage I had done to break me out of the tragic cycle I had created. I was killing innocent people, uncaring of their circumstances, if they had a family at home. If they were good people or not. And that wasn’t like me. I died trying to protect someone, but I had thrown away all my morals when I turned. One night, while I was out hunting, I ran across a woman. Not an ordinary woman. She was beautiful, and had an alluring aura that pulled me in immediately. I lured her away from the crowded area I found her in and as I went to bite her, she looked me in the eyes, telling me she wanted to look her killer in the eye as she died. That she wouldn’t move on in the afterlife, until she got her revenge. It snapped me out of it for some reason. What had I been doing all that time, but killing people? Taking their future away from them? I had become a monster or maybe something far worse than that. I can still hear their screams. I can still hear their voices begging me to let them live. Their faces still haunt me till this day.” 

He stared blankly at the counter top as if it would reveal the answers to all of his problems, but you were sure you both knew that wouldn’t be the case. “Much like the women of your family, she was a witch. A powerful one. She helped me in more than one way that day. She asked if I wanted to atone for the things I did. If I wanted to be of service to the families and people I had hurt. She helped me track down every single person's family. I couldn’t bring their loved one back, even if I wished everyday that I could. But I gave what I could, helped how I could. But it never eased the pain in their heart or mine. I’ve been trying my hardest to atone for my sins ever since then to no avail.” A sorrowful smile spread on his lips, his eyes were pools of dark sadness that you felt like you were drowning in.

After the night you had last night, almost being eaten - and not in the good way- on the streets of New Orleans. You never thought you would be able to muster up the slightest bit of sympathy for a blood sucking demon, but here you were, feeling sad for Dr. Jay. “The kids did nothing but sing your praises yesterday. One of the girls even has an innocent crush on the handsome doctor, her words not mine. Every person I talked to yesterday sang your praises. Yes, four hundred years ago you made some mistakes, but you’ve been making amends for it since then. Even if you still have guilt for doing things that were out of your control, you have paid your debt back. You continue to do good, continue to spread positivity. It’s okay to see it that way, Dr. Jay. It’s okay to say you did and are continuing to do a good job. To be honest with you, saving kids is a lot. The fear of losing them alone would cause enough mental anguish in most people to make them reconsider being a pediatric surgeon. On that alone, your past transgressions have been wiped clean. These kids, they are the future after all. Well, maybe not so much for you… But for us humans that age, these kids are the future.” He chuckled, feeling a little bit lighter thanks to your words. “You are doing more good than a lot of people are, trust me.” He flashed his deep dimples, once again looking down at the counter as if it held the mysteries to the universe.

“Thank you. I needed that.” You gave him a smile. He certainly was an interesting man. Old man? It was a confusing concept to stay the least. He was over four-hundred years old, but still looked to be in his mid twenties. You were sure that had to cause problems for him. Never again probably meant he couldn’t stay in one place for too long. “I can’t.” Your brows knit together at his sudden outburst. Confusion written all over your face as you stared at him. “I can’t stay in one place for too long.” Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. That was the second time that morning he’d read your mind. At first you thought that maybe your pensive face gave you away, but no, this man was invading your mental space and reading your mind.

“What the fuck?! That's a violation, Dr. Jay! Don’t read my fucking mind!” He put his hands up to defend himself as you dropped your fork to your now empty plate. He was immortal, but that didn’t mean he wanted to face the wrath of a woman with so many sharp objects in arms reach.

“Wait- wait! Before you jump to conclusions, I promise I wasn’t actively trying to read your mind. It.. just happened. It’s like hearing your thoughts as my own. It’s truly hard to describe. But please don’t think of me as weird or violating your mental space… like you said.” 

“Dude!” You threw a folded dish towel at his head, your expression bordering on being fully dismayed. “Stop that!” He laughed as you jumped down from your seat and moved around the island and over to him. Your index poked at his chest, your eyes narrowed pointedly at him.

“Get.Out.Of.My.Head!” With every word came a poke and with each poke his smile widened. “This isn’t funny!” How the hell hell did he think this was funny when you were clearly distressed? So the true bloods, and Wes Craven’s of them all were right? They could read minds? Did that mean he could also control your mind? Command you to do things you had no thoughts of doing? What the heck else could he do? Your mind was reeling. How was this scarier than finding out your best friend shifted into a wolf under the moonlight?

He grabbed your hand causing you to still. Your eyes gazed up at him as wide as saucers. You wanted to pull away but felt compelled to stay put. He must have been doing this to you. “I promise, you are the only one I hear and… it's not like I hear everything. I hear you randomly. Sometimes at the end of thoughts, other times when the thought first occurs. It's been happening since yesterday.” He let your hand slip from his once he realized you were a captive audience. “I guess it's like how you can see my past. It's not every touch, but it just happens sometimes.  Yes, I know you see my past. You all but shouted what you saw in your mind as you ran away.” It just happens sometimes? That seemed like a cop out to be honest. But being that you were both in this predicament, it was best to just believe him. Especially since it seemed to be the case for the both of you. You didn’t get flashes of his past with every brush of your skin against his, as strange as that sounded. Truthfully, you were thankful for that and thankful that he spared you all of the gory details of the life he used to live as a fledgling vampire. “I think we both had a moment of shock and realization at the hospital upon our first meeting. I’d never heard anyones inner thoughts before. It was kind of exciting, seeing you panic like that though. Every time it happens, I like to watch you spiral, it amuses me greatly.”

Your eyes couldn’t have rolled at him any harder. This man was like any other man, minus Christopher on rare occasions. Just downright annoying. “I’m beginning to get the impression we may be tied together. Destined to meet in some sort of capacity. How else can we begin to explain what is happening between us besides some sort of red string phenomenon.” His shoulders lifted in a shrug as if that was a real explanation as to why he could hear you and why you could see him and his past lives so vividly, as if you were there. “I heard you last night.. that's why I was standing outside at that hour. I'm usually inside, resisting the temptation to hunt.” You absentmindedly took a step back at that. You hadn’t even realized you were so close into his personal space. You didn’t want to be his meal after he’d made yours. But once again it was like you were drawn to him, never realizing you were skirting so close to becoming a part of him with how close you'd get to his personal bubble. 

You swallowed hard, your saliva feeling as dry as dirt as it went down your throat. “Thank you.” You cleared your parched throat. “For saving me and for the meal. It was surprisingly delicious.” Again, you cleared your throat only to be met with a glass of cold water. You’d only blinked and he'd gotten for you. “Is that your power? Speed?” He only smirked, leaving your question unanswered as he tidied up the kitchen at a normal, almost sluggish speed. What was with this guy? He kept a smile on his face, but it was flat, leaving him looking like he had a bracket for a smile. “Okay then..” You nodded, turning to head out the way you’d come in the kitchen. 

You needed to get home. You were sure your mother was going to send out a search party soon, even with you being with her doctor boss or not. “I’m heading out.” You chewed on your lip as you backed towards the door slowly. “Once again, thank you for your kindness and hospitality. If you ever need- shit, I guess I have no choice now…” You sighed thinking of how your mother told you that you now carried the burden of the family curse. Which meant that no matter what, if someone came to you, you’d inevitably have to help them. “Well if you ever need a witch, a very inexperienced one, you know who to call.” You awkwardly gave him a thumbs up and went to turn on your heels and hightail it out of there. 

“I’ll give you a ride back. I did tell your mother that I would deliver you home safely, and I keep my promises.” You didn’t know when he got next to you, but there he was, standing right by your side in the hall that led to the kitchen. “Plus, you have no idea how to get out of here, even if you try to retrace your steps. It’s a bit of a maze.” He chuckled, “You see, there is a glamour on this house. One that also keeps me protected, much like the runes in my bed chamber. Your family has done a lot of good will towards me, so I'm forever in debt to them.” 

You really didn’t think much about him bringing your great-grandmother up earlier, the man was over four hundred years old, you were sure he’d met plenty of people in his lifetime. Of course that could include your great-grandmother who lived well into her hundreds. 

“Your grandmother did the glamour. Your mother, well besides taking care of Ella, she brews special potions for me to help me sleep and to build up my tolerance for sunlight. She’s a miracle worker, really. I don’t think I would survive if it wasn’t for her. Things would be a lot harder for me, that's for sure.” It was like he’d read your mind before you even got the chance to think. Him not surviving without your mother when he’s been alive for over four hundred years sounded absolutely foolish. But if that was actually what helped his old ass sleep at night, then so be it. He chuckled, your eyes shifted to his face, wondering exactly what made him laugh. “You’re funny. You know that right?” 

Why was it that this man of all people could hear your thoughts? Good thing you weren’t thinking things that were too indecent. Because how could you explain that? “I mean, if you want to think about me in indecent ways, I wouldn’t object.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you causing you to involuntarily scoff in disgust. 

“Just take me home.” You were mentally and physically tired. The last few days were enough to drain you. But the last twenty four hours was filled with enough information to take out at least two full grown men. His jokes would normally make you chuckle, they were right on brand with your off-beat sense of humor. But right now? Right now you didn’t even want to hear him talk. No matter how attractive you thought his voice was. He kept his mouth shut after that, leading you out of the house and to his covered driveway. You’d only had the pleasure of knowing  one or two gentlemen in your life. One was your father, teaching you how a man should treat a woman. Even if none of the lessons stuck for you. The other was Chris. He had been ‘raised right,’ according to your mother. But other than the two of them, you didn’t expect any chivalry from anyone, especially the men raised in this day and age. You hand reached to open the door to his car only to be gently pushed away.

“I’ve got it-” Dr. Jay shook his head at you, grabbing the handle and opening the car door for you. 

“Not with me around you don’t” You didn’t want to smile, but your lips still curled up despite your efforts to keep them neutral. He moved back so you could get it and softly closed the door after. This was almost an unfamiliar sensation. Your exes- all of them- wouldn’t know what chivalry was even if it hit them in the face. It was almost a skill how piss poor your good man finding skills were. It was almost like you were dead set on finding the worst men possible and dating them. Like you had no other options. Chris could be an option. Maybe even someone like Dr. Jay- You stopped yourself from thinking any further past that. He could hear your thoughts, you didn’t want to give him any ideas.

The trip home was silent, minus the r&b playlist that he decided to fill the dead air with. Dr. Jay had very good taste, even if most of it was understated. His house was well decorated, but not overly so. He had a luxury car, some brand you’d never seen or heard of before,  but it looked normal from the outside. The inside told another store. It was luxury in every single sense of the word. Plush seats that warmed and cooled, leather interior, and a super high tech center console. You kind of wondered how much of your body you’d have to sell to afford luxury like this in your lifetime, because there was no way you’d be able to buy something like this one minimum wage. Even his music taste was good, but very normal. Nothing about him screamed ‘I’m over four hundred years old’. Truthfully, minus being a doctor and being a bit of a gentleman, he could fit right in with the twenty-somethings you went to college with. Dr. Jay was odd, but very normal concurrently. If you were being totally honest with yourself - which given the weird way you both have had to get to know one another- you would almost say you like being around him. He wasn’t a terrible company keeper. You could see why so many people liked him, if you subtracted out the ones who were very besotted with his striking visage. But even then, you’d give them a pass, because he was gorgeous- even if you’d never ever admit that out loud again. One time was embarrassing and good enough for you.

His car came to a stop in front of your mother's house. You couldn’t shake the nervousness that started to rattle you a few blocks from home. It was a new day, but so much had happened over the last twenty-four hours, you weren’t sure if you could say you were the same person you were yesterday or the day before. “You don’t need to be worried.” He turned the car off, shifting his body towards you. “I didn’t have to read your mind to see the signs of your anxiousness.” He reached his hand out with no hesitation, taking your shaking hand in his. “Your mother is one of the kindest people I know. Vampire, human, and witch alike.” His hand was warm, despite his disposition. Your hand felt good in his. “She’s also understanding. You left home last night in need of some space, and I’m sure she understood that. She just wants to see you safe, you are her baby after all.” He mocked your mother teasingly and you chuckled. She really did say it like that. “We didn’t get your toiletries bag from the house.” He frowned a bit, realizing he had forgotten something, “It can stay there, just in case you need an escape from your witch duties. That is if you want.” You couldn’t deny spending time with Dr. Jay wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. He was an interesting character, yes, but he was also nice to be around. Comforting, almost. You nodded, eyes traveling down to your hand that was still in his grasp. He hadn’t let go, and you made no move to separate yourself from him or get out of the car. 

He tore his attention from you, a faint smile appearing on his lips. “Your mom doesn’t look like she got any sleep last night.” He chuckled, noting her very visible bags, even from the porch. “I guess you two do have a lot in common.” In mock offense, you moved your hand from his just to push him lightly. Your laughs fill the space of the car. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the door.” You nodded, finally feeling at ease enough to head inside. Like before, he came and opened your door, extending a hand this time to help you out. “You are welcome at my home any time, Y/n.” You smiled at him, thankful for his kindness and generosity.

“Thanks, Dr-...” You paused for a second. After the night and morning you’d had it made no sense to keep calling this man by his professional title. He was friendly enough to you that you could almost say you were friends. “Thanks, Jaehyun.” His eyes lit up as you said his name, the dimples on his cheeks deepening. It was clear you saying his name made him a little shy, even if he had no blood to rush to his dead cheeks. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me-” 

“Y/n.” Your words were cut off by the sudden interruption. You tore your eyes from your new friend to focus on the one you knew the most about. “It’s time to come into the house.” His voice was rough as he spoke to you. Eyes narrowed at something in your direction. There were few times you’d seen him upset, but for the most part Chris kept his cool. But his body was tense, there was anger flaring up in his eyes, tension in his jaw. His fists clenched as he took a step off the porch. You mother, grabbing her robe with one hand, used the other to stop Chris from going any further. “Now.”  You followed his eyes, finally understanding what had him so bothered. Jaehyun.

“He’s right. You should get inside.” The smirk that Jaehyun sported was nothing short of sinister. “Wouldn’t want your pup to get upset, now would we.” His deep chuckle sent chills up your spin. “I hope you get some rest, beautiful.” He decided to lay it on thick. He wanted to exacerbate Chris’ already heightened anger. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, eyes focused solely on Christopher. “Later.” He softly chuckled all the way back to his car. You stood there unmoving, even as he drove off and his car disappeared around the corner. You were unsure what just took place. Did they know one another? Or was there really some ongoing dispute between vampire and werewolf kind? You just found out they really existed, you didn’t know how you’d deal with Twilight being halfways true.

Your mother rushed down the stairs to you. She and Chris communicated with their eyes, unbeknownst to you. “You made me worried last night. I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep because of your shenanigans, young lady.” She comforted you, holding you tightly in her arms all while chastising you at the same time. She was such a mom. “My gosh, look at your bags.” She chuckled softly, rubbing the skin of your cheeks with her thumbs. “Looks like we both need an eight hour nap.” She grabbed your hand, pulling you along with her into the house. Your eyes settled on Chris who was still standing there on the porch, trying his best to regulate the anger that the doctor had caused him

“We’ll talk later.” You nodded, agreeing to shelf a much needed conversation for later. But you were certainly afraid of what your dear friend had to say.

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[scaredexpert]

Oof... I have to say that every single storyline in that episode was unsatisfying imo

Bobby waking up 30 mins into the episode and everyone just lightheartedly moving on?

Buck and Christopher didn't hug goodbye and Buck and Eddie also didn't hug?? This episode's Buckley-Diaz scenes were just kinda meh aside from Eddie telling Christopher goodbye (pls Christopher come back next season wahhh) and I liked seeing Eddie's parents be more supportive

Bucktommy scene was cute but there continues to be no chemistry between them so what's the point???

Madney taking in Mara in a truly flabbergasting series of events???? There's no way they'd be approved as a kinship home for Mara, and there is no possible way on this earth they would be licensed as foster caregivers that quickly. Also, if Ortiz's interference removed Mara from Henren, why would she not continue to interfere with Mara being placed with Madney? (As if such a person would even have influence in this situation in the first place.) I mean, I like that the outlook is positive now, so yay? This one might just be me because I work in foster care and I just know how things work, but it is so grating. Oh, also, there is no way Hen would be able to just march into the group home and see Mara. No. Way. A fabricated tale that doesn't exist. I know, I know, I know, it's tv. But they could have done a modicum of research :')

I thought we were supposed to get some kind of cliffhanger????? I mean, I guess?? I'm not feeling a lot of suspense lmao. Gerrard will be captain while Bobby figures out how to take the 118 back, there will be drama until suddenly it'll all be better again.

And lastly, Family Feud theory is bones </3 But if it turns out eventually that Eddie is queer, we will all know that Family Feud was always on our side lmao

Okay, I guess the one satisfying part was that Amir's character and intentions were finally made clear... he was so clearly innocent, just hurt. I appreciated his role in this season and the actor KILLED it.

Dang I'm just frustrated with this season's writing overall. Bi Buck is wonderful, but I can't say I enjoyed a lot else, but it seems like I'm in the minority idk! I understand it was only 10 eps though and I'm still glad we got the season. I'm a Buddie shipper btw, but if it doesn't go canon, I'll live. However... it seems almost like the writers themselves haven't even decided, and um... they need to decide and then they need to commit to what they decide. I've been saying that for a loooong time. Keeping it THIS open-ended and hinting around is a disservice to everyone at this point, I think. I just think they're scared to make a choice, honestly.

I'm relieved to hopefully not be thinking about 9-1-1 anymore for a few months, but I have to find a new lil hyperfixation for a while. Suggestions? Lmao and does anyone wanna talk about our feelings? 🥲

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Okie, so I was in bed, totally about to turn off my phone in a few minutes and get them eepies, but then I made the mistake of opening up your Ortegaverse tag and doom-scrolled... oopsies

Anyway, while scrolling, I came across an old comment from our good friend @theogm-art from a few days ago. Unfortunately, I don't have a screenshot but basically, it was about Wednesday finding Enid with May and taking them back to the Addams Mansion. And of course, my brain took it as a challenge lol.

And so, blah blah my interpretation blah blah blah (forgive me, I'm tired lol)

"You live here?" Wednesday asked, trying not to sound disgusted. The apartment that Enid took the trio to wasn't too awful, but it certainly wasn't going in any magazines. The whole place was small and as far as Wednesday could tell, the was only one bedroom, definitely far too small for an entire family to live in.

"Yeah, it isn't a mansion but... it's home," Enid sighed before turning to her daughter, "Hey pup! Whataya want for lunch?"

"PB&J PWEASE! And in twiangles!" May shouted, making Enid chuckle fondly. Her daughter, just like Enid at seven, is still unable to pronounce her L's and R's. "Alright, pup! One PB&J in triangles, coming up!" Enid turned back to the raven standing dumbfounded by the front door, "You want anything, Wends? I don't have much, but I'm told I make a mean PB&J?"

Wednesday finds herself about to make some remark about the gluttonous nature of the sandwich, but quickly bites her tongue, "I suppose I stomach a single sandwich."

(idk, time skip 30 mins)

"Enid."

"Yeah? What's up Wends?"

"I couldn't help but notice, this apartment is incredibly small. I assume you aren't doing well financially?"

Enid sighs in response and instead looks to May, "Hey pup? Mama needs to talk with her friend, can you go play in our room?" May nods happily and runs off to their bedroom, leaving the adults alone. "No, I'm honestly just barely keeping up with the bills. It's surprisingly hard raising a seven-year-old all on your own," the wolf jokes, but receives no sign of humor from the other woman.

Instead, Wednesday's eyes widen in shock, "On your own?" The dark-haired woman stares in disbelief for another moment before finding her voice again, though lightly laced with anger, "Where is her other mother? Is she absentee?"

Enid laughs flatly, but her face quickly turns dark as the trauma from seven years ago returns with a vengeance, "No, she um... She's not with us anymore. She was a normie and... well," Enid doesn't finish her sentence but she doesn't need to, Wednesday quickly connects the dots.

"Oh, I am sorry for your loss..." Wednesday pauses before adding, "And I apologize for jumping to conclusions. I'm left to assume she was quite the attentive partner, seeing as she bore your child."

Enid snorted out a laugh, "Yeah... yeah, she was amazing." Enid fidgets helplessly with the ring adorning her left-hand finger. A silence settles over the room for a while. It's not tense, but it's not exactly comfortable either. Wednesday's mind churns through all the new information she's been given over the last hour.

Eventually, Wednesday breaks the silence, "Come back with me to the mansion."

"Wh- what? Why?"

"Your daughter deserves a safe and loving environment to grow up. And you too deserve the same, Enid. I must admit, I do not know much about taking care of a child, but I'm sure my parents would be honored to help you," Wednesday speaks plainly as if she isn't offering everything, "You'd be given a well-deserved break."

Enid, for her part, is left shocked. Finally, she picks her jaw back up from the floor to speak. "Wednesday," the wolf whispers in awe, "You'd really take me back there? After what I did?"

"Of course, Enid. As I said, I have already forgiven you. I..." An uneasiness overwhelms the raven as the need to offer vulnerability to Enid crashes over her, but she quickly powers through, "I searched for you everywhere. I never once stopped looking. I- I couldn't bear being so far away for so long, Enid."

Enid is once again taken aback. For so long, Enid thought herself to be unforgivable as the endless traumas and heartbreak throughout the last two decades tore her soul apart, time and again until all she was left with was broken memories and a little girl who relied on her for everything. But now, she's not only been so easily forgiven by one of the only people she's ever sought it from but she's also being given a second chance at life. It feels like another ploy by the universe. Surely, this is just another in a long line of tricks to lead her into that dreaded false sense of security.

But no. As Enid stares into those dark eyes, she sees nothing but truth. It's a breath of fresh air and Enid takes it in greedily. "Okay, I'll go with you. Thank you, Wends," Enid accepts, then speaks softly, "We really do work, don't we?"

And for the first time Enid's ever seen it, Wednesday smiles. Just barely, but it's there. "We shouldn't," the brunette replies, "But we do."

Okie, time to pass out lol

However Enid's face turns cold, a steel of ice in those blue eyes as her smile falls.

"but I won't accept charity."

Wednesday stares. "this isn't charity-"

Enid waves her hand in a no no gesture as she sighs. It's then that Wednesday begins to be too aware of the lines of stress that lines her past roommates face. There's eyebags lying under her eyes, not so noticeable when she's smiling but all too seen when not.

"it is to me," Enid says before she gives a smile, shaky and not as true. It looks like a compromise. "so please let me help out around the house."

Wednesday swallow the No that was so ready to spill from her lips. She grits back the words of you deserve so much more, deserve to be pampered and cared for.

Wednesday nods and she stares at the way Enid smiles, her finger playing with the ring on her hand.

[notesofarichlycolorednight]

s2ep6 gigantitan

this episode was fucking stupid and hawkmoth is an idiot.

i would leave it there but there was more i disliked about this episode.

the pacing was bad, they were talking too fast. the set-up was contrived. chat noir's cataclysm did nothing once again.

so much of the set-up was contrived, too. the weird mission to organize a date between marinette and adrien--the fact that the girls being there also meant they decided to help ladybug even tho that's extremely stupid and dangerous. alix is right that it's a little creepy marinette knows that much about adrien and his schedule. and the marinette says no to adrien giving her a ride home in the end??? like i know i don't like the love square at all and think they should've focused more on the power of love via friendship, they're the ones who want the love square to be a thing!! so why have her say no?? she doesn't even know why she said no, so why should we buy into that?? the writers are so incompetent!

but the thing i realized would've been a really cool character growth arc: is marinette realizing that ladybug isn't someone else, it's her. like obviously sometimes we feel more comfortable with things when it's anonymous or ppl won't be able to tell its us. but that's still a facet of ourselves.

marinette as marinette doesn't feel confident in herself, and is very shy. but she's still very smart, well-spoken, and outgoing. she can think on her feet in a pinch. and those are what ladybug is too! what would've been a cool arc or her was marrying the two sides of her. having her come to understand that she's the same person, even as ladybug, and applying that knowledge to her civilian side of her life.

and then something for adrien/chat noir if we're going to make him a deuxteragonist. but idk what it would be. he doesn't have an identity crisis, he just wants more freedom. that's not really a conflict of character.

also funny to me that to pad time for this one, the writers had to have ladybug come up with a convoluted plan, even tho chat noir is right from both a watsonian and doyalist viewpoint. watsonian in that her lucky charm is one of her superpowers that helps them save the day. doyalist in that there's never an episode we've seen where she doesn't use her lucky charm. it's like when you're watching a crime procedural and they catch the bad guy but there's still 30 mins left in the episode. if it looks like they're going to defeat the akuma but there's still 15 mins left and she hasn't used her lucky charm, we know she's not going to defeat the akuma.

now i know that it's supposed to parallel marinette and her friends coming up with a convoluted plan so marinette to spend some with adrien and it was supposed to be a learning experience or whatever. but if we only get one line from marinette about not making things too complicated, which again, didn't even get her anywhere, then that's just not enough. bc if you took that singular line out, it would look like the writers padding time. and again, it still felt that way to me, even with the line.

funny to me that ladybug talks about singing the akumatized baby a lullaby during her plan explanation, pretty sure she said chat noir could do it. only to tell him she didn't want to hear him sing like 5 mins later when they're actually luring the baby away.

anyway, this episode was a mess. hawkmoth should've known as soon as the baby couldn't see "miraculous" back to him to find another victim. also doesn't he have the power to take away an akuma's powers even after akumatization? why didn't he use it???

[spaghettidinnertime]

It’s spaghetti dinner time:

Baloney! Bob Ross

Hello again, i’m glad you could join us, get your brushes and paint ready, i got a beautiful little painting i think y’all gonna enjoy. Let’s get started

We always start either a thin, a very thin coat of liquid white. Today we’re gonna paint you a picture, but not of happy trees and phalo blue skies. todays picture is the truth of one of the biggest cons america has ever seen. Inspirational? yeah, if you’re a lying son of bitch.

This needs to be talked about from somebody who experienced first hand how Bob Ross is the most demonizing con artist that ever existed and there’s 30 seasons of it. I have never gotten so frustrated and pissed at this dog and pony show he puts on convincing you that yeah, come on boys and girls, anybody can paint. i couldn’t draw a straight line, if people say you can draw i say BALONY”! no bob; you’re balony, and i’ll explain why.

The bs starts literally immediately, “All you need is yadda yadda yadda, IT’S REALLY CHEAP, ANYONE CAN AFFORD TO PAINT”, fires a cheap shot before cutting the color run down, “or just grab whatever YOU want to do”, basically saying grab the crayons all you poor pieces of shit. I get all the paint that’s $100 for the entire set, i don’t know any better i’m thinking $100 is a steal cause he’s already got the conning seeding, 2 seconds into the thing. He’s got a whole paint brush line up, a pallet and pallet knife and of course i got the bob ross brushes, entire diff kit. He runs through colors across the bottom, and then tells you this standard set up he’s got.

The set up is “standard”, it’s this giant industrial sized easel, with big canvases, so there’s another $300-350 for that size easel, with this giant bucket with the odorless paint thinner. Now this cheap “activity” is now running a months car payment, ok and we haven’t even started to paint yet. So there i am in the living room of my town house all set to go.

The world was not started by the big bang, it was started with a very thin coat of liquid white. Wait, never did we mention liquid white bro, it’s suppose to give us the shine we want and we’ll blend in easily. Pause the tv, head to walmart at 2 am to get liquid white. So we finally start, i get the very thin coat of liquid white on there. As he commonly does, we take the “2” brush, dip it in titanium white and a little bit of pressium blue, just dab it right into the bristols, just get it in there and we start with some criss cross strokes, just nice and gentle, just little x’s here and there, don’t worry where you go this is your world”. So 5 mins into this i’m locked, like i’m quitting my day job, i’m gonna be an artist and inspire young artist. Get the sky up, without dipping the brush got some late evening sunlight going down, we’re good, this is cake, bob ross has it all figured out.

This is episode 1, of 30 seasons. 30 seasons, that’s almost a season every year since i was 4. 30 SEASONS i did this shit. In 30 of those seasons, not once dies he warn you about beating the devil outta it, you find out real quick when he dips the brush in paint thinner, and beats the piss out of it smacking the shit out of it on the 8 inch steel pipe that hold this easel up, and paint goes absolutely everywhere. He chuckles and goes “Carful when you clean your brushes, you don’t want and angry wife at ya, it’ll get all over, then she’s gonna be mad, we don’t want her mad, okay back to it”. You might wanna mention that and save your inspirational deceptions until after mentioning hey i’m in a warehouse, careful at home it’ll go all over. My girl comes home, $1000s of dollars in furniture ruined, yeah what do i say; “it’s bobs ross l’ fault, he didn’t warm me before beating the devil out of it”—Bob uses that line as code for your wife is gonna beat the devil outta you. She be smacking me like the brush on that steel pole. I’d have to pause the show again, first for Walmart liquid white and now to clean so the devil doesn’t beat my ass, or my wife whatever. Anyways, we fire it back up, there’s that son of bitch grinning ear to ear, let’s paint a forest. He’s using sweet colors mine starts great and he’s go, “let’s use the fan brush now” tosses the brush aside and subtlety say, “to save time, i got a whole supply of clean brushes so i don’t have to clean mine every time, but you go ahead” while im cleaning the brush he’s making sounds “all you need is a dream in your heart and a willingness to put it on canvas”, i still think i got this, he just keeps me hooked with the brainwashing telling me to paint whatever do whatever i want. but no, stay the course, do as bob. He makes a mistake, the classic “happy accident” with his squirrel friends, well while his happy squirrels are fucking enjoying the view my happy accident looks like it would be somewhere in California, burning to the ground, i got s full blown forest fire and a giant mud pit in front of the forest that’s on fire from his “super easy method anyone can do” painting the tree reflections onto a pond or little lagoon, and then again he says, “you don’t wanna be a mud mixer, so careful you don’t let the paint blend together wrong”. That would be about the time, every episode, for 30 god damn seasons, i would throw the pallet, cuss like a sailor and throw my piece of shit, conned paintings out the window and yell Baloney Bob at my tv! Baloney!

Too be continued…

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

12 fe bru ar y 2023 Sunday sun🌞 8:29 am pdt

Gurgled. #3 mins ago 😞. Gurgling usually happens now b4 #3. & not being able to breathe sometimes happens afterwards. Probably incubus assistants again w/vinegar. 8:33 am pdt my aunt came home & told me to do like 12 our father prayers. Now she’s gone. 8:34 am pdt

sweat shirt the incubus is wearing says HELL incubus is warning me “HELLO HELLFIRE” I guess that’s what they call it. When Jesus de ends descends autocorrect:”devil death” into hell for 3 days - it’s more then 3 days in reality. 8:39 am pdt every one lies. Some people say they do white lies. What is a white lie? I confessed recently here. Not something I’m proud of. But it seems white lies are essentially when there are people wanting to tear your neck apart when you are finally summoning up the courage to be honest about romantic feelings to try to do things differently. To end something that I really had felt like for a while after giving a chance to & finding that it wasn’t going to work out. I t could have been we were not the right fit for each other, but he started showing a pattern that I don’t think it’s going to work out. 8:44 right breast stabbing piercing pain he incubus might be extracting tissue again to make it smaller 😞 8:45 am pdt & then he’s going to give to someone else???? 8:46 am pdt

when I was in the first grade I heard my dad talking to his doctor in the phone ☎️ & I repeated it to my teacher. She just smiled & nodded & said uh huh. It was something personal & probably gross. Something about blood 🩸in the toilet 🚽. 8:48 am pdt kids say the darnedest things. 8:49 am pdt

miranda lambert I don’t know why ... white? Liar... & it spreads just like a fire ... like turpentine 8:50 am pdt

HE🏒🏒🥅 double hockey sticks goals ... Nick played hockey in the streets or parking lots? Somehow I heard. Maybe he bragged in class. 8:52 am pdt

9:37 am pdt

10:28 am pdt I believe Scott lied to me, about why he didn’t call me back after I went to live on campus at university. I was glad he didn’t call me back. 10:30 am I don’t care to argue with him about it. I suppose that was his “white lie.” Also when I saw him again in 2010, I think I said something about abstaining from s*x bcz I remember his response was “me, too. I m a virgin again.” Something like that. I don’t know when he’s telling the truth & some guys like strip clubs & prostitutiin & his dad’s’ rich si he lived at home w/his parents in a neighborhood where the houses cost $2 million now. (Coughing & peeing left shin bones pain 😖😭😖😭 literally 20 minutes ago was in bathroom 🚽) 10:35 am pdt

10:36 am pdt his girlfriend he was with b4 me once posted pictures online of herself in lingerie bust covering bra top thing? Spelling (I’ve never bought lingerie) it seemed like maybe revenge for him ignoring her maybe? Once at Q’s party he made flirty eyes 👀 with me in front of her & she seemed to get mad. I think 🤔 they probably had s*x. & dated for more than a year. (Keep feeling #3 coming. 😞😖😭tired) 10:41 am pdt bcz they were together when I met her in 2004, & that was probably end of 2005 or 2006? Bcz I think 🤔 my ex boyfriend already broke with me then. The high school 🏫 graduate 👩‍🎓? Typed on his wall calling him “Mr.Big” so it seems he probably had s*x w/ her too even though they had not been together long yet? His 🍆is big like a horse’s p*nis. Looks like he probably broke up with her after she went to college in Las Vegas? There was a picture of the two of them probably in Vegas w/his hand up her T-shirt to feel her breasts. 10:46 am pdt no shame? 10:47 am pdt

11:29 am pdt the #3 keeps on coming. 😞😖😭😤🥵😤🥵anus very acidic pain 😖😭😖😭😖😭😖😭 I think this is how incubus kills people. #3 & burning 🔥 hellfire. 11:31 am pdt

Left arm pain 😖😭😖😭😖😭😤🥵😤🥵 when my friend called Nick out of curiosity, his little brother answered the phone ☎️. There might have been caller id back then? Trying to remember. But her number was private probably. She said to him “be nice to your brother,” in a very soft but firm way. 11:35 am pdt

11:46 47 am pdt hellfire on my back 😤🥵😱😵 don’t feel good.

11:49 am pdt I think the incubus likes to give me signs 🪧 to let me know that no matter what, whether it’s right or wrong, I’m going to die & Scott & Nick will live on & get what they want. 11:51 am pdt

They are his favorites. It’s the way the 🌎 world works & will continue to work. 😞🥵😭😖😵😵😵😵11:53 am pdt once I read in a Bible, I think the incubus planted it in my home 🏠 & then took it back after I read it, I think 🤔 it was around 2017, & it was weird & shocking & I wonder if he did this to anyone else. I don’t want to write it or type it though. 😵😞😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵11:55 am pdt

11:57 back muscles or organ feels scorched 🥵 & pained.

11:59 I think her name was Courtney. Am pdt

12 pm pdt stuff I thought 💭 about while I was in the bathroom 🚽 & suffering from stinging anus pain...: Nick borrowed my graphing calculator junior year that I wrote in a previous post. That was English or history class. Why would he ask to borrow my calculator then? Krystle, I saw in the year book 📖 she had taken accounting 🧾? Class. I think 🤔... she hung out in the clique that usually looked very polished & preppy. Was he trying to help her w/ something? 12:04 pmpdt that same year I was taking algebra 2, & one day I went in I think for a question & unfortunately Nick was there, too, & trying to make small talk w/ the teacher I guess smiling. Said something about liking small towns? 12:06 pmpdt I didn’t talk to him & he didn’t talk to me. 12:08 pmpdt brain 🧠 stabbing pain . @ this high school 🏫 we had A days & B days. I guess he had algebra 2 on the Opposite Day of the history English classes which were intentionally back to back w/ the same students that year. 12:11 pmpdt left shin pain left side ribs pain. Exhaling hot air. 12:12 pmpdt

12:31 pmpdt I thought I saved this... did I open it again 😖😭😞gurgled 12:32 pmpdt

12:56 pmpdt Nick worked @ Safeway then Whole Foods. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ for how long, I saw 👀 it on MySpace. Scott’s friend also worked @ Whole Foods in 2010. Saw on his friend’s girlfriend’s Facebook she befriended some one from Nick’s & my middle school 🏫. Small world 🌎. Small towns. 12:59 pmpdt I don’t know if either of them went to college. 1 pm pdt

2:59 pmpdt 3pm pdt I’m having difficulty remembering when I did this. Courtney here Courtney there Courtney everywhere. There was a Courtney in our freshman year English class,too. She was prettty, cute, & she had a friend who was also cute & pretty who was obvious when she looked 👀 @ Nick in a flirty way. But I saw the way Courtney & Nick looked at each other, looked like there was something there mutually. Wasn’t until a following year that Nick finally made a move to ask her out. I forget when that was. (I’m burning up 🥵 probably falling apart bcz of the heat. 3:05 pmpdt) I forget what I was feeling when I heard the news I don’t even remember how I learned it. When I instant messaged him I don’t even remember his response for some reason. But I think I wanted to test him so I said “I like love you.” I think he still dated her for 2 days or a week. Didn’t last long. But obviously 🙄 to me he didn’t love me, & confession I didn’t love him. A friend during sophomore year thought 💭 I was in love bcz my cheeks blushed while I talked about him, but I thought 💭 this is a crappy way to feel ? Or crappy situation? To think 🤔 that love should be this way? Something. It would I thought have been wonderful to be in love , to really love someone but this situation btwn me & him was not beautiful. 3:10 pmpdt he never asked me to be his girlfriend. He never asked me out for a real date. Only to “finger” me in the back room of his work. 3:12 pmpdt when the Courtney thing happened it was after the friends with benefits had ended. I think 🤔 I ended it? Bcz I started talking to “Brendan.” 3:13 pmpdt

3:16 pmpdt so there’s another karma reason for me not to trust Scott or incubus. I think it was also the last time we had dinner in 2010? After dinner, he said he wanted dessert? I think? I remember? But he didn’t mean dessert.. if he said that. Then he said he wanted to “make love” & we were in his car 🚗 in my neighborhood? It was the only time I had ever heard him say “love.” I don’t believe he loves me. He made an excuse that was probably a lie why he didn’t call me when I went to university. He went with Courtney to her college it seemed. He calls me back in 2010 saying he found the phone he lost w/ my number on it. Bites me in the neck which was painful & vicious, then says wants to make love.... weird... no thanks. But I don’t say anything & I don’t fight back & I stupidly cooperate when he wants me in the back seat 💺 & I am in an awkward uncomfortable position with my head/neck bent & pushed up against the 💺 seat. Why the hell did I continue seeing him after he bit me???? 3:27 Merlin 🧙‍♂️/incubus???? Spells 🪄???? 3:28 pmpdt I feel numb from the waist down. I thought ‘‘twas the beer 🍺 I drank but I started remembering that it was uncomfortable for my head & neck. 3:29 pmpdt I should have been running 🏃🏻‍♀️ away from him after he did that to me. 3:30 🕞 pmpdt

3:30 pmpdt incubus doesn’t (brain pain 😖😭😖😭😖😖😤🥵😤🥵 3:31 pmpdt) he doesn’t like me. I get signs 🪧 from him he’s going to cut off my legs 🦵. 3:32 pmpdt

3:33 pmpdt I worked a lot on my legs 🦵, & I’ve done ✅ some physically challenging work. I probably would have continued doing physically challenging work like printmaking if I didn’t have eczema. Even though it went away temporarily when I visited New York in 2010, I still had to figure out why/how. & fear also kept me from making the move. I procrastinated. I think 🤔 the incubus was messing with me, making me fearful of moving. 3:37 pmpdt I tried to figure out if I could find a cure for it even though a doctor 👨‍⚕️ has told me there’s no cure. 3:38 pmpdt

3:39 pmpdt Scott had a long big bar & big weights at each end for weight lifting 🏋️‍♀️ in his bedroom which I tripped over & it hurt my big toe when I did. 3:41 pmpdt but I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if he ever did any hard work. He showed off his strength when he flipped the rods fast 💨 on the foosball table to whip the little paddles that look like little athletes so I didn’t have a chance to hit the ball ⚽️. 3:43 pmpdt

3:44 pmpdt what’s the point on staying quiet about it if he’s already hurting me b4 I said something publicly like this? I never reported Scott or “Brendan” or Nick to the police 👮‍♀️. Maybe I should have? In Oakland police 👮‍♂️ officers were guilty of prostitution of a 16 year old girl/young woman 👩🏻 3:47 pmpdt 3:47 pmpdt

3:48 pmpdt bcz I was stupid all my life, not questioning whether “Brendan” was a bad guy or not until it was too late. Mvrykv_, everything has been weird since 2017. It’s not mercury in retrograde?? It’s bcz: incubus. 3:50 pmpdt

4:12 pmpdt I fear every thing. I fear incubus changing history. I fear incubus double crossing/back stabbing/ lying 🤥 to me. I fear that I don’t really see the real internet bcz he showed me 2 different versions of goodnight goodnight & his brother Sam’s account name changed. I fear people’s memory changing w/ deep fake memories created by incubus + company. 4:17 pmpdt I fear this awful wicked heat feels like flames 🔥???? 4:18 pmpdt getting scorched 🥵. 4:18 pmpdt head/brain, etc. I dont know if people really are responding me bcz incubus controls people’s thoughts 💭 so it looks like they’re responding to me when they are not. 4:20 pmpdt

6 pmpdt incubus is going too far, abusing me & going too far w/ his jokes that he’s my husband & that we have kids together. TOO FAR! No one should joke about that EVER! 6:02 pmpdt

I also fear that I am not a good person to befriend. That I have major flaws that make it difficult for me to be myself around anyone. I fear people seeing my confessions. I fear the real me. 6:05 pmpdt

7:24 pmpdt Instagram suspended my friend’s account. She doesn’t know why. It says type in email 📧. Which is weird. She thinks she only used her phone number. Not an email. 📧 7:26 pmpdt or code from email? 7:27 pmpdt shouldn’t there be an option to send to the email 📧 address or phone number on file? Not have to type it in? At least make it an option. 7:28 pmpdt

it won’t let me add more... 7:35 pmpdt

7:42 pmpdt friend reread what it was ... still think it’s weird. Just make it available via the app too w/ option to send to email 📧 to self later. ??? Incubus stole my passwords. It’s too hard to keep making new email accounts bcz lost passwords. 7:44 pmpdt 7:59 pmpdt looks (left knee pain 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵8 pmpdt) looks as though incubus decided to delete a photo from my phone 📱???? I should check th trash 🗑 first. I think it was the French kissing part of goodnight goodnight music video. 8 pmpdt 8:02 pmpdt nothing in trash 🗑. Weird. 8:03 pmpdt

8:05 pmpdt #3 pain. 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵 mayb I should not believe in soulmate stuff. It maybe is brain 🧠 washing from incubus to torment me. 8:07 pmpdt he does not look like he believes in that. He looks like he’s all about casual s*x. Maybe 🤔 it’s ridiculous to believe? Even though I had hoped for one? But I was unreasonable to think that I should look 👀 for someone attractive. The first guy I thought I was going to marry isn’t that handsome. But I thought 💭 he was. He was handsome enough. But I was never good enough until I was accepted into university. 8:10 pmpdt the #1 public university at the time. I was told on the phone ☎️ after I was accepted. But not for a academically challenging enough probably for anyone to really be impressed. It was challenging. But it wasn’t physics or science 🧪. 8:12 pmpdt 8:13 pmpdt incubus makes me see reality? That soulmate stuff is invented. Lose all faith in men. Egalitarianism. Et cetera Et cetera. Let’s go backwards again. 8:14 pmpdt bcz that’s what’s real.

8:37 pmpdt incubus are terrorist aliens from outer space, come to guilt trip you and manipulate you about everything & abuse you. And they ruin your life from day one and murder you everyday. & they pretend they love you to manipulate you into doing things they want to do to kill other people. 8:39 pmpdt they should be outlawed.

They will guilt trip you on things that relatively small in comparison to the things they chose to do to everyone. 8:40 pmpdt

8:49 pmpdt incubus burned top left side of brain 🧠 then put acid & sand papered it. 8:51 pmpdt incubus are extremely detached & don’t care about me. They lie about love & marriage. They only care about keeping power. They’re is no softness to their hearts ♥️ they pretend. They are extremely unfeeling beings that only look human on the outside. They’re cold blooded killers. 8:53 pmpdt

I don’t know if anyone sees & hears & reads the same things I do on the internet.... Jaycee dugard stuff.... 9:23 pmpdt

[pinkcherryblossomangel]

Away from home - Chapter 8

Y/N is an actress, filming for her first lead role in the film adaptation of her favourite childhood book, produced by maximum effort.

She bonds with Ryan Reynolds over their share Love of the Korean pop band Stray Kids, and he has a surprise for her.

Trigger warnings- mentions of depression, self harm and anxiety

Stray kids fan fic

Mainly staring 3ratcha

Chan x oc

This is my first ever fan fiction so if it's shit soz.

He puts his arm around me as we walk to the lift. He's holding my bag, I'm wearing his jumper. It's been 4 weeks of bliss. Now we start his final week on set and I'm dreading everyday after he leaves.

Keith's at the bottom waiting for us. He's one of the only people outside our bubble who know that we've been spending a lot of time together. One evening after a late shoot he picked us up. Chris was supposed to have gone back to the hotel hours earlier, but stayed to spend time with me. Keith said he noticed me falling asleep on Chris's shoulder, and according to Keith he "saw a moonstruck look on the aussies face".

I have a few intense scenes today that I'm proper nervous about. All involving my character coming to terms with her mothers passing. I think Chan can sense this as his hand doesn't leave mine until we make it to the base.

"You good?!" He questions, I can't look up at him, my anxiety taking hold of me. He reaches over to me and lifts my head up gently, tears brimming in my eyes. "Can I hug you?" And with that small ask, the tears start falling, and I pull him into me. We stay here for a few minutes  my body needing to feel his weight against mine, till I remember poor Keith's in the front of the cab, probably feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

"Sorry, keith" tumbles from my lips.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we all feel that way somedays." He smiles in the rear view mirror, his kindness makes my heart swell. "I don't have a buff aussie to hug me through it, so you're lucky there!" Chris laughs and I manage to muster out a giggle. "I'll see you later, keep strong Y/N. You've got this." I mouth thank you into the mirror, no sound managing to leave my lips.

"Do you want me to come into hair and makeup with you?" Chan asks, his hand finding it's way back to mine.

" don't you think people may start to question things?" I let go of his hand, stop us in our tracks and face him. Closing my eyes I finally say what I've been thinking since we first kissed. "I don't want to ruin what we have, but I'd rather do that than ruin your career. I know that a dating scandal can fuck things up for you and the boys and that's not something I could live with causing. You've worked too hard for it all to be ruined by me. And you're far too nice to say..."

I'm cut off by his lips.

Hes kissing me right in the middle of the location base.

"I know we've only known each for a few weeks, but i know you being in my life is worth ruining everything for. Plus Stays aren't like that. They're not gonna leave just cause I'm in love. If anything they'll be happy we're not all bitchless."

" in love?" I ask. I can tell his life flashes before his eyes.

"Falling that way" he replies. I kiss him on the forehead.

"Me too".

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"I just... i can't. She's gone and i don't know what to do. Its like i dont know how to breath without her here. I don't know what to do with all this love and care i have for her, what do i do with it? What do i do with myself?" My head falls into my hands, trying to stop myself from falling apart. Jenna puts her arm around me, pulling me close to her.

"You live for her. You put the love for her into yourself. Isn't that what she'd want you to do? She wouldn't want you to self destruct because she's gone. You know she'd never forgive herself for that. You'd never forgive yourself." I sob into Jennas shoulder, my body convulsing as she strokes my back and hair.

"CUT!" Olivia shouts. "That was good girls. Think we have that wrapped. 30 min break then onto the next scene. Come on guys we've only got 2 hours left today we can do it!"

"You were bloody amazing!" I divulge to jenna. "Needed that hug too" we laugh.

"You never cease to amaze me Y/N. You complimenting me after giving an Oscar worthy performance! Come let's get some food." She throws her arm around me and we walk to craft.

We walk into a makeshift Hall and we're greeted by the 3racha boys and jack all sat together laughing. They wave us over!

"Hey babe" Chris greets me with a smirk and a side hug. Hearing him say those words in front of people gives me a thrill I've never felt before. He keeps grinning up at me, and I can't helped but grin back. I kiss him on this forehead, which elicits a giggle out of changbin and a fake fainting spell from Han. Jack just seems to ignore us and starts talking to Jenna.

" I'll be back in a sec just gonna get some food." I say to Chris. He takes my hand.

"I'll come with", we walk over to the food stand and I pick a fruit salad and one crisps. Chris interrupts my food filled daydream "I saw you filming before." He must seem my worried face as he scrambles. "Just one of your takes, and honestly, I think you are such an incredible actor. " I smile at him, not knowing really how to take the compliment. So I muster out a thanks! He looks at me with such gentle eyes, and I know he means every word said.

"I'm not good with compliments" I admit, going back to the food table. "I think we have that in common don't we?" I tease. He shrugs his shoulders.

"Well I guess we'll have to work on that together."

"I guess we will".

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"That's why I rung." My mums face is beaming on the phone screen. Chris is sat next to me, his back so straight and slightly tense. I cant help but laugh to myself, my mum knows I fancied him for ages and there's nothing he could do to embarrass himself in front of her.

"It's lovely to meet you Chris, we'll have to meet in person at some point too!" My mum almost sings

"Yeah deffo. I'm touring for a bit, but we should be having a few stops in the UK and you'll obviously get some free tickets and yeah, I'm looking forward to meeting you too." The words stumble out. Its so sweet how shy he's gotten. "Plus there's the premiere". Giggles leave my mouth as I fawn over how cute he is when flustered.

"I love you mam! I'll be home in a few weeks, give me love to Gran!" I say waving at the camera before hanging up.

Chris's shoulders drop and he falls back on the bed.

"See, she's not scary!" I say to him as I fall back into his arms. He cuddles closer into me, his warmth emanating and comforting me. Feeling safe and loved is unusual, but God does this boy feel like home.

A/N- thanks for all the love on this story! I really appreciate it!

[rosesnink]

The Cursed Heiress, Chapter Fifteen: Face Your Fate

Author’s Notes 

After a lot of months AWOL, I have come here to drop the newest chapter of The Cursed Heiress. I was for months caught with my studies, the lack of engagement, and pretty much everyone disappearing or not posting, but at last I could complete the chapter! Please remember to read the TWs and tags. Enjoy! 

This series, for several reasons, is +16. Reader discretion is advised 

English is not my first language, so please forgive any typos/ grammar mistakes 

In case this is your first time finding this series, do check its masterlist 

Summary: The final battle is here, and everyone suffers its consequences and aftermath 

Rating: R-15 

TW: Violence, language, major character death and angst 

Word Count: 10.4k 

Reading Time: 30 min aprox. 

Joanna was preparing herself, hiding her letters of declaration and her will on her wood desk, fully knowing the stakes of battle: many would die, or worse, the people she could care about would die. She could die. Elias was nearly her equal, her bad side, her yang. But he couldn’t let her die: he’d make her his slave, forever bringing chaos and mayhem to other worlds and realities. Her home would be gone. Everything she built, would be lost in the edges of oblivion. And as for Joanna, she’d die a fast, pathetic and un-noble way, which was the thing she feared the most. The people she cared about? A slow, painful death while she watched. She touched her mother’s ring, fully knowing that she was preparing herself to defend Edgewater until her dying breath. She had a plan for that as well. For months, she waited for this, but now that it was here, she wished to go back in time to tell them how she felt, but alas, that’d be selfish of her. But she couldn’t afford distractions. She had to do it. For her people. For her loved ones. For the fallen ones. For the ones to come, so they’d have a better world to live in.

“Dracarians,” the High Commander cried “assemble!”

A roar of war erupted through the field as the massive troops of the spectacular army marched through town to the forest, where they’d meet the monks of Arboria and Ebenezer’s wolves. They’d meet Kamilah’s vampires on the way to London and the Neropolian troops would be there to assemble the other armies as one, mortal armies included.

The four people nodded at each other: the plan was on motion. Mr. Sinclaire and Mr. Harper went with the cavalry, while Miss Parsons was with the archers and Prince Hamid with the infantry. Nya, Nene and Odessa were at the head of the army, the captains of each team.

Midnight was close, and as the troops marched, whispers were heard.

Where is our empress-to-be?

She was supposed to be the head of this?

You think she chickened out?

She’s up to something! The Crochanes are known to be scheming and use the element of surprise.

They all met the teams and marched together onto the portal made by The Elders, their skeletal makeup creeping out some soldiers. Outside, the English countryside impressed and dazzled the groups that had never stepped on earth. The vampires came out. At first, wolves growled, but they remembered they had a bigger cause than old grievances: the safety of the planet they lived in. And for that, they’d put their differences aside for one day. For the sake of their home and the fate of the earth.

They marched on the city, meeting in the way the tall, dark-skinned and strong Neropolian soldiers and mercenaries, giving an impression of the terrorized Londoners of Elias’s conquest. Prince Misha stood among them, his long hair in a pristine ponytail and his golden eyes lightening the way. He told his Commander in Arms that he’d go to St. James’s palace to rescue the Queen and Prince Regent and take them to safety. The commander nodded, fully knowing that this was Joanna’s command and he took off.

Elias’s army was a few miles away, ready to kill. Elias, on Duke Richards’s body, smiled sinisterly “My, what a delicious army Joanna pulled off! Where is she, by the way? Crying and moaning about her dead farmer boy?”

The Commander ignored his childish provocation and cried “Prepare arms! Tense the arrows! Go to your positions!” He then looked at Elias “Her Imperial Highness offers you one more time to withdraw and accept exile for the rest of your life.”

He scowled “I’d rather die than be commanded by a whore who has no sense of duty, especially one who doesn’t have enough balls to attend the very same war she waged!”

Mr. Sinclaire was about to defend her when her voice resonated through the whole city “That’s one great advantage of mine: I don’t need balls to best you.”

The whole field illuminated itself with her magic, and a few miles away, a lighting came from, the outside and a ball of light exploded, her frame appearing in front of Elias’s army, her golden armour illuminating the shadowed city. Her eyes were amber and her hair sprawled around like a holy halo, blinding Elias for a hot moment before scowling.

“What makes you think you will best me?”

Joanna smirked “Come closer and find out.”

“…CHARGE! NO MERCY!” Elias cried out “AND LEAVE THE GIRL TO ME. SHE’S MINE!”

A shadowed version of the duke appeared, and Mr. Sinclaire charged towards him, his sword glowing with his aura, feeling his power on the hilt. Their swords clashed, and he glared at him. They parried and their duel became an intense and complicated dance, their swords clashing and swerving, darkness and light face to face.

“Give up, Sinclaire. I am the Duke of Karlington, and I cannot be bested!”

He dodged and blocked his attacks “You forget, that in battle titles do not matter,” he blocked another attack and saw his leg exposed to him “However… wits and skill do, and a great deal.” He sliced his leg and kicked his shin “You know what is your problem, Your Grace?” He looked at a panting Duke Richards “You underestimate too greatly the people beneath you.” Then, he kicked his jaw, hard, a satisfying crunch coming out and he fell on the floor, his figure disappearing.

Demons charged against Joanna and Odessa, their weapons—the family sword and Odessa’s twin daggers—and charged forward the demons. Their magical weapons did an opening, blinding the demons, thing that gave them time to slice their arms, earning a screech out of their toothful mouth. The creature screeched loudly, dark blood spilling on the ground. She then summoned part of her magic and sent a cutting attack, slicing the creature in half, killing it instantly. She smiled to herself, having faith that the battle would prove as fruitful as she hoped. A new cry of battle commanded her attention, and she gladly answered it.

 Meanwhile, Annabelle found herself paralyzed and at utter loss: she had never fought anyone that wasn’t her sister. One thing was a petulant toddler and another thing were the creatures before her, terrifying as she feared. She grabbed her lasso and hoped for the best, but the creature was faster. She closed her eyes, waiting for her demise when something very powerful and ancient hit the creature and sent the creature flying far away and knocking it out. An elder woman with red flaming hair and golden eyes smiled warmly at her, “My dear Violetta, I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

She realised who she was “Are you his wife?” She swallowed hard and waited nervously for an answer.

“I am. He’s eager to meet you, my dear daughter.”

She took her warm hand, and somehow, it felt right. She swallowed and tears welled her eyes “So it’s true then? That I am a daughter of Lamrian?”

“The Duke’s no less, my child.” They both chuckled and were about to embrace when a roar interrupted the reunion “Duty calls. Why don’t you join us? You’ll soon command some of those troops…” She nodded to the fairy troops, all waiting for their Duchess’s command.

She smiled, “I’d love nothing more. Though, I have one question. You called me Violetta, why?”

“Because that is your name in Lamrian. Violetta Phyre Elricdotter, daughter of Duke Elric.”

She nodded and squinted her eyes “How about we show these men how it’s done?”

They both chuckled before attacking, both in unison and perfect harmony.

Back in Edgewater

Henrietta paced around like a caged lion, ranting endlessly, much to Dominique’s chagrin “I just can’t believe she’s been alive all along! God knows what that seductress has been up to. Probably off somewhere, up to no good who–”

“You do realise that if she had not intervened when those foul creatures came, we all would’ve perished? Be thankful that she did not feed you to them and do stop pacing and rambling nonsense, otherwise I will turn you to those creatures's mercy myself.”

Henrietta gasped at such a snap from the ever-composed dowager countess but said nothing of it, sitting on a corner, fuming. She wondered where her son had gone, alongside the servants. The moment the lockdown started as the three sisters had come to defend the estate, they had been short on water, food and candles, for Nene, the middle one, feared that they’d be drawn to the light, and the only place they wouldn’t dare come was the place where the former earl of the estate had died, thing that sent a shiver down to her spine. She had heard the stories of how he screamed nonsense about the lost heiress and how she’d be the demise of it all. Utter nonsense from a man that had turned mad. Though some change had come with that pesky redheaded singer’s daughter's arrival.

She was not well-versed in prophecies, but that Joanna was up to no good. Some servants had confessed they saw an odd light come off her room, a rare book with scribblings in Latin and many ancient languages, as well as reports of many people of the ton. She wasn’t a normal dumb village girl; she was smarter than she let on and had too many secrets. That, and many servants suspected that something odd happened during the night before the races, and that Joanna wasn’t seen in the incident of the races before Mr. Sinclaire carried her, imploring for a healer with Joanna full of scars and blood all over her body. That child was not normal, and she suspected she was above human. Another servant swore to see a scar of a wound she shouldn’t have survived, something big had bit her and she had survived. And the fact that she owned many weapons and knew many things she ought not to know till married was even odder. She had tried to reason with her husband to no avail. Henrietta suspected he knew about her origins, and the letters of Mary, or Odessa, or however that wench called herself informed of her true nature. She was going to discover it and expose her to the world, proving that Edmund was the rightful heir to Edgewater.

Meanwhile, the three sisters were fighting off the trolls and giants that had come to ransom the estate. Nya and Nene provided the most deadly and powerful attacks, while Odessa provided sneakier ones, tripping them and confusing them, a long tactic of hers. Though they were growing restless, they refused to give up.

“These things could run circles around us! We must do something!” Nya cried.

“Do any of you have any ideas?!” Nene asked.

“I do, but we’ve never done it since Ivan the Terrible’s raid to our respective lover’s villages!” Odessa suggested. The three of them snapped to her.

“Are you sure, Mimi?” Nya asked.

“It’ll take most of our energy.”

“It is the only way. We burst, they’ll all die and will have enough energy for the golems.”

The three sisters nodded in agreement before taking their hands and closed their eyes, focusing all of their energies to the monsters there and miles away. Their auras started to shine and they started floating, incantating even louder and harder, the ground shaking violently as they became blind and deaf, only feeling their power: raw, strong and powerful. She could feel Nene’s and Nya’s, and screamed as loud as she could muster, alongside her sisters, their power bursting through all of the county, the monster exploding and dying instantly. The three sisters panted and smirked. They all grabbed their sceptres and aimed at the golem’s hearts, and shot, the magical arrow hitting its target. The golems dropped dead and the three women whooped and cheered, hugging each other. The most difficult part was over, now the weaker rivals would come. The army beside them wasted no time in giving the ancient witches some of their energy.

One young girl had her hair woundly tied up, her throat visible, and Odessa stared at the pumped vein, and swallowed hard, feeling hungry. Very hungry. She shook her head and took a deep breath, ready to kick some more ass.

The battle started again, and Odessa, with her twin daggers, sliced and killed quickly, leaving no prisoners. One of the dark wizards lunged at her, and she wasn’t fast enough. He had her pinned and ready to kill her when she could no longer fight it. With supernatural strength, she pinned him and her fangs showed, biting his neck and in a matter of seconds had dried him up. She felt powerful, godly and unstoppable. Unkillable. Younger. Better. She started to fight again, killing and ripping mercilessly, feeling the power on her veins and whole body. She snapped a neck, killed and bit her way into the army, scaring her own allies, who recoiled at her with the cry of “Heretic!” but she did not feel that way. She channelled her magic and burned a man’s face before biting him and draining him.

She was angry. She was unhinged. She was vengeful. She was hungry. But best of all: she was reborn into a world where magic and blood existed.

She was the First Heretic, and wherever she went, as Nostradamus predicted, death and horror would follow and ensue.

Marianna had been preparing herself, and looked at her daughter, now hopeful that her daughter had a home where she’d prevail, looked at the kind woman: she was curvy, of caramel hair and sweet golden eyes, teaching her magic. All kinds of ancient wizards and witches had come and taken the opportunity to teach magic to this miraculous child that had been so long awaited. She had been at first reluctant, but enjoyed the attention very much. Her gaze came back to her letter and signed it with care, rereading the content again:

To my dear daughter Charlotte, or Augusta, or Edwina… to my little girl:

I do not know how this letter will find you; perhaps you will be a girl with that questioning spirit you had before you could even talk and walk. Or you may be a teenager exploring the world. Or maybe you’ll be a full woman, ready to take over the world by storm, full of opinions that shall never shatter.

There are so many things that you won’t understand… and you deserve an explanation.

You will hear many rumours about how you were brought to this world, so I shall answer all of your questions: it is true indeed that I was a worker at a house of ill repute. Yes, your father never loved me, but I like to think that he held me respect and kindness, and that, back then, it was all a girl needed, especially in my position. You were not in my plans, but for the moment I held you in my arms, I loved you so much, I knew that I had to do right by you. I got out of that vicious life to make you justice, and God gave us the best present: not only a good employer who loved you and even wished you to be his daughter, but also a better destiny for you than I could have… you’d be one day Empress of a great empire, chosen by ancient and powerful gods.

You may ask yourself why I never named you: it was not because I did not love you, but this world is a tricky one to live in: full of constant change, and danger, especially to us, the less fortunate. I was fearful that I may lose you, but you survived and thrived like no other, and that gave me a great relief.

I do not regret having you, or meeting your father. If so, the only thing I regret is the way you were brought to the world and the circumstances of it. Were I to have lived another life, a better one, perhaps my regret would be less. I haven’t led the most decorous, honourable life, you must know that, but if I were to live the same life, commit the same mistakes, I would do so, because it led me to you, my girl, my precious jewel.

In a few weeks’ time I’ll leave you forever until we are reunited again, but to you I will be a memory lost in your mind, more important things in your mind to care who your mother was once. I ask nothing of you, but I beg this to you, if you’d like: be strong. Never forget who you were once, or your roots. Never forget who was kind to you, and always be yourself, because when you do so, you represent the very best in me. Oh, one last thing: never let anyone let you down, especially not men. Because, before being anything or anyone, you’re my daughter, and you’re just as unapologetic and resilient as I.

I shall wait for you to come back home, to my arms forevermore.

With all the love in my heart, soul and being,

Mama.

She looked again at the kind woman. Her name was Guinevere, but everyone called her Gwen. She had this sweet yet wise and old demeanour.

“Now, close your eyes and tell me, what do you feel?”

“Pain, blood and darkness.”

She nodded and handed her an orb “Now, grab this orb and call the light to it and tell that darkness to go away. Bring in the light. Bring them back to the light.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes and her hands soon burned with bright, heavenly light. The orb vibrated with light, and soon the city was summed into light. Marianna and Gwen closed their eyes and shielded themselves, and soon the clashes of swords and cries of battles ceased in numbers.

A few minutes passed before an orange light and cheers from the army was heard. That little girl was not only what the Grand Seer had described to be, but had proved to be her, the chosen one; the awaited Golden Empress.

Back in Edgewater, Briar paced around Edgewater, bossing people around and made sure that everyone in the basement was provided for, given the fact that most of the staff had been blinded by the burst of light. She was yet to come to terms with this hidden world, but she had learned a few things.

She was so immersed in her thoughts; she did not notice Mr. Woods calling for her “Briar! I have been looking for you! May I be so bold to ask for a few minutes with you… alone?”

“Oh! Of course.” They went to the drawing room and sat down, and Briar looked inquisitively at him “Is something the matter, Arthur?”

“Yes, it is. I… I have fought in vain to pretend I didn’t care. That this feeling would pass and I could move on, but I can no longer retain it: I love you, Briar Daly, with all of me. I–I do not expect you to return my feelings or have an answer, but you must know, for neither my heart nor good sense can no longer hide it. My heart, body, soul and entire being is yours to take, and you alone are the bane of my existence and my soul’s most ardent desire.”

Briar had lost her breath to such a speech, and swallowed hard “Arthur… I–I do not know what to say…” She did not expect that. She was entirely paralysed, caught off guard. All her life, she always thought she’d have a witty answer to that, but there he was now, heart in a fist, begging her to end his torture, and yet, she could not reach the remedy. A certain blonde man with eyes of the colour of the sea called her attention, as his own eyes, as blue as the skies back in Grovershire, too commanded it. But whoever could she really give her heart? She thought that at the moment, she’d known, but she was now utterly confused.

“Do not answer me now, my sweet. Later.” He kissed her forehead gently and lovingly, and left the room.

She took a deep breath and went on to find Mr. Marlcaster to see if anything else was needed when she was grabbed by the waist and pulled towards a room: the earl’s study. She was about to cry for help when a warm hand covered her mouth and turned her around to see who was the kidnapper in question: no one else than Mr. Marlcaster.

“Edmund! You gave me a fright!”

“Forgive me, but this is the only place where we cannot be spotted.”

“Whatever for?”

He swallowed hard “I…I…” Before he could utter a word, he instead kissed her in a searching kiss where words were not needed. All feelings and words left unsaid were there, and he broke the kiss to peck her nose “I…I am not a man of speeches. If the love I bear for you were less, I could muster more words to express it. But… my heart sings for you so, I find myself stuttering like a fool. The love I bear for you is so great, this frail body I am in cannot express it as you deserve.” he took her hands and kissed them with utter devotion and adoration “My sweet Briar… if you could see yourself as I see you… if only you could see my heart… you’d understand, and I’d be able to cease those doubts in your head. You are my heart, my soul, the very reason I am able to breathe and the one soul that gives this grey world light and beauty. The strength you give me is such that I could burn the whole world and bring the moon to your feet at your command.” He gazed into her eyes intently “One word, my darling flower, and I shall leave this very room and remain silent till my soul leaves my body. However, if your sentiments are that strong… I beg of you to end this torment and tell me so, for I cannot bear to be parted from you ever again. And I–I love… I love…” He took a deep breath and their noses touched gently “I love you, Briar Daly. With everything that I am. And I can no longer fight against it anymore. I refuse to fight such a pure, natural and beautiful feeling, the only good thing I have left. The best thing to have happened in my life. My heart’s only, ardent and most powerful desire.”

Briar took a deep breath and squeezed his hand “Edmund… I want nothing more than to answer you, but there are people here, outside this room, that need us. That needs you, with Joanna absent defending London. But I promise… I will let you know my answer. You have my word.”

He kissed her hands and said “I have waited for someone like you my whole life. I can wait a few more hours.”

They both parted ways, not before smiling at each other again.

Ernest had been fending off his rivals as he became fully acquainted with his newfound powers, a powerful rush in his hands. He was unsure at first, but he grew confident by the minute, and was actually certain that they’d win this battle.

He parried and lunged attacks, though he could tell the army was growing tired and needed a break, and there was no backup. The rivals laughed and Elias smirked “Seems like you are losing more men than individual battles, Vunera. Are you quite sure you can defeat us?”

“I am certain. Are you sure you can handle defeat, old dog?”

Some people laughed at her remark, and he couldn’t help but snicker at it. He sneered, “Petulant child. You will learn your place.”

The ground then started to shake. A new light came out of the sky, and when he looked up… people declared dead came from the portals and sources of light, thousands of them. Giants, amazons… The most powerful creatures were here, and they were on their side. They united Joanna, and looked at each other before lunging at them, newfound energy among them. Amazons, armies, powerful mages like Merlin himself were here. They were saved, and the course of the battle had turned.

The new armies clashed as many of the new recruits fended off the bigger demons, and he swore he saw Joanna’s renowned grandmother Vivienne, who had been a raiser of the unliving and a grand seer, was now killing and knocking enemies like she had done this a million times.

Joanna and Ernest looked at each other, and then to the others, and finally joined their comrades, with a more powerful feeling that their enemy could not match: they were not alone in this. Beyond death and earth, everyone wanted her to succeed.

Ernest looked to one side to find his own father, fighting flawlessly, and he looked at him, his own messy hair and blue eyes “Give them hell, my son.”

He nodded, full of emotion “Like a Sinclaire would do it.”

Father and son fought in unison, enemies falling like leaves in winter, gaining more ground. He could see Luke and his father as well, back-to-back as they too gained more ground. Miss Parsons was with a red headed fairy, both knocking out monsters, her with her lasso, and the elder woman with fairy magic.

But then, he spotted someone very dangerous, and before he could say who he was, he knocked his father aside. He called for him, and that was a mistake, for when he looked up, he was about to meet his end when an amber light covered him, protecting him from harm, sending Elias away. He then looked up to see Joanna herself, panting and with an emotion he never saw on her face: fear.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before hugging each other tightly “You damn, heroic, brave fool. I could’ve lost you.” She cupped his face in her hands “I cannot lose you, do you hear me?! We… the world cannot afford to lose you. You still have so much to give, to teach, to learn, to do… don’t you ever do that again, alright? For me. For her. For us.”

Their foreheads touched and he nodded “I promise. I shall not be that sloppy again. You have my word.”

They lingered there for a moment, forgetting about the battle, the attack; the world ceased to exist for a moment, only them and a promise of a lifetime together. They reluctantly broke the embrace and wished each other good luck and both came back to their respective places.

The moment had come. The dark soldiers stopped fighting and Elias called out Joanna’s name, throwing the gauntlet. Joanna picked it defiantly. He had challenged her for a duel, and she had accepted. This was it.

She picked her sword and parried his attack, an intense duel coming in. Their swords clashed and ringed, their gazes never leaving the other, adamant on killing one another “Have I ever told you how foolish you were on giving yourself to that farm boy?”

“And have I ever told you that your mortal horsemanship is as lacking as your libido according to my mother?”

He growled “Liar! I am very capable!”

She smirked, “Tell that to the nuns in Kent.”

He lunged at her violently and she dodged every movement, striking back harder and better, her training paying off. She did not notice though, the more focused they were on one another, the higher they floated.

“Your father didn’t deserve your mother. His family were all scourges! He was too weak to be a leader!” He cried.

“And yet, she chose him, and proved to be a million times the man you could ever aspire to be!”

He roared in fury and lunged at her with a deadly blow she could hardly dodge, slicing her arm. She seethed, but remained as she was. They parried as they bickered “You are petulant… entitled…selfish…bossy…unworthy… and just like your aunt, a whore!”

Her fury was such, her own magic shielded her from the attack “Do not call her that! She was forced! However could she have consented to it?!”

She started to attack herself with far stronger and more passionate blows “If so… the whore here… was him!” She cried and kicked him hard on the stomach, making him double in pain “For his descendants have a tendency to force young women! You yourself inhabit the body of that SEX OFFENDER!” She cried out loud, gaining the gasps of everybody present.

They parried even harder, their blows growing deadlier and stronger to the point they were at the highest, and Elias did a terrible mistake as he gloated “Sex offender or not, I will prove to your mother I am the only one for her. I will kill you, and will conquer everyone in this world. I WILL BE KING OF ALL EMPIRES IN THE GALAXY, AND YOU WILL NOT STOP ME–”

With a swift movement, she sliced the head off his neck, killing him instantly, raging on her entire body “I believe I just did.”

Before she could react, a heavenly light blinded her, and she felt herself being dragged up, somewhere outside where she was. She closed her eyes, allowing her superiors to claim her. She didn’t dare to open her eyes, not yet.

“You’ve come a long way, child,” said a godly voice “you’ve evolved and fulfilled your destiny. You have one last task and you will join us. Cleanse this planet off the pest, child. Forget about harnessing it. Forget about control. Forget about the small power on the orb. Unleash every inch of power you’ve got, and show your enemies you are the sole ruler and protector of this land.”

She gathered all of herself, every inch of power, every single part of her vibrated, and when she opened her eyes, the planet where she lived was before her. She extended her hands… and unleashed her power, slowly entrapping it in her power. The more energy she demanded, the more she bled, the more holes she bled. But she did not stop. She had just begun the cleansing. She screamed at the pain and power she felt, and the planet started to look amber, and it was halfway through the process. She demanded even more, even though it’d tire her to death, but refused to stop. More waves of power came through her and the process became faster. She could feel darkness leaving every corner of every town in the world. Her scream became high-pitched, and her whole world around her shook violently, but she still didn’t stop. With one more push, she mustered the one wave of energy left she had and completed it with a strong ending, with everything shaking. Before she could even see her masterpiece, she felt like falling, and closed her eyes, embracing once more the darkness.

 When she opened her eyes, the gold and white blinded her momentarily. She shook her head and her view then adjusted to the feeling. She looked up to see the Almighty, and quickly bowed “Your Holiness. You honour me by bringing me here.”

“Rise, Vunera,” they said “for you are now one of us. You have completed your tasks and met your destiny. You are a full deity, and a powerful one. But before we proceed, I must ask you a question that will forever change the pace of your life: do you wish to join us in eternal life and bliss, or do you prefer to remain among humans, my child?”

She gulped, fully knowing there was no coming back. This was it. But could she really leave them all behind? Could she really just disappear and leave everybody to fend for themselves? Leave that child on her own? After a few minutes of deliberation, she looked up at her one superior “I wish to remain among humans, Your Holiness.”

“Are you certain?”

She looked up to him “I am, Your Holiness.”

She could feel them making a face “Very well. You may proceed, Artemis.”

“Wha–” Before she could finish her sentence, she felt an excruciatingly painful sting on her stomach, like she was being torn apart. She gasped and saw her holy hand on her belly, ripping off the last thing that linked her with humans. She twisted it and she screamed bloody murder and fell as the goddess took her womb with it. She bled, cried and lamented her loss. She knew there’d be a price, but this was not what she planned. The Almighty passed down their hand on her wound and healed it “I am sorry for your loss, my child, but it is for the best.”

The world seemed to be back to how it was. Except for one thing: the demons and dark army were no longer there. It was gone. They had won. She laughed, forgetting for one moment her pain. She had made it! They had come out victorious!

The army erupted in cheers, celebrating their victory. Many groups hugged one another, and many talked about going to any taverns and singing and dancing till they all dropped dead.

Joanna smiled at her inmates, proud of her accomplishment. Everyone started to chant her name and clap at her, cheering and whooping. Joanna smiled widely, relishing on her victory, savouring it with everything that she had. She had worked hard. She had lost and now she had won. The world was at peace. With Elias, all of the necromancers had died. She had fulfilled her destiny and role.

But little she knew, there was one last soldier left standing. And he wanted her dead. He picked up the blood soaked in their blood, and seething, he aimed at her. To the spot between her spine and heart.

As Joanna celebrated, she did not notice anything at all. The world seemed lighter, better. She was far too distracted by the cheering and songs of victory. A mistake she’d kick herself for the rest of her life.

There was a small whistle, a shout from the crowd to watch out, and she looked up again… to see everyone with wide eyes, looking at her with horror. She looked down… to see the sword on her chest.

She couldn’t react. She simply started to fall, the world stopping and becoming darker and slower. She looked up and saw him: those blue and grey eyes, glassy with tears and trembling with fear and sadness “Joanna…” He was holding her in his arms, lovingly and with every fibre of his being scared to death. Of her death. He cradled her face and neck devotedly, repressing sobs.

She coughed, knowing this could happen and she had no time “It’s alright,” she managed to say between short breaths “it’s fine—,”

“Don’t say that.” His voice was hoarse and at the peak of breaking.

“I need to say it… let me speak while I can.” She knew the feeling very well. She knew how little time she had.

He shook his head, his hands cradling her. He was crying, and he minded little of the audience.

“You and I… the five of us… we were destined to this from the moment the man became the homo sapiens. We were destined to meet. And… I wouldn’t trade it. I’m… thankful… for having met all of you and had this adventure, to cross paths with you.” He kissed her hand, now weeping “The girl… she’s so much more than your blood. Her destiny is bigger than us. She one day will reign and unite what I could not. Promise…me…” she started to breathe hard, struggling not to give into darkness “you won’t… turn… your back…on her…” she wheezed “let me go… embrace her… for… she… is… the very best… of you…” she coughed as she noticed her legs were now ash “You… must know… that I… I love… I love y—,”

Before she could finish, she turned into ash, the wind carrying it. He called out to her, grabbing her like she was life itself.

Joanna Mills was dead. She was gone. Turned into dust, literally speaking. She had been there for a moment, and now she was not. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t erase her glassy eyes and her awfully pale face, nor her normally pink lips now blue and purple, or her shaky breath. Nor her equally shaky voice, normally full of confidence and unwavering. It was like his heart had fallen to a bottomless pit, and he couldn’t find an escape.

But he had made a promise. She had asked him one last thing, and he’d honour her. For her alone, he’d do it. Composing himself for the day, he shakily got up and called off the battle, and everyone started to get ready to march home. He was about to start walking when a small tingle called his attention. He looked down to see a locket. J + T, 1813. Joanna’s engagement locket. He caressed it, the owner’s warmth still in it. A small tear ran down his cheek, and quickly shook his head. He’d cry for her later. First, he needed to go home.

When he arrived, the first thing he received was mail. His valet gasped at the sight of his master: he was covered in strange blood, his ringlets now messy and everywhere, with a strange armour and blood on his hand.

“Invitation for the duke’s ball, sir.” He handed it, and when he picked it up, a memory came to him: Duke Richards, picking a soaked sword and throwing it to somebody. To Joanna. He gasped, his heart beating at the pace of a hummingbird and the shock quickly turned into rage. It was him. Of course it was him!

“FUCK!” He screamed, kicking his ottoman. He passed down a hand over his hair, trembling of pure, rage “That bastard couldn’t have her, so he had to take her life, he just had to fucking take her life!” He screamed, his whole body trembling, only rage inhabiting his body. He screamed as her dying face passed on his head again. He fell on his knees and his hands turned into fists, his nails stabbing the sensitive skin. He let out all of the feelings “Of all the things he could take! Of all the fucking things, it had to be her!” He sobbed, his face turning red and he noticed his own blood on his hand “He is that fucking selfish and entitled, he had to kill her! Her, of all people!” He wished to go to his estate and unleash his rage upon him, killing him himself. Then, something fell in front of him. A miniature of her. Her cheeky smile and beautiful eyes before him. He immediately softened and his voice of reason called to him.

Think of her. She wouldn’t want you to spill his blood on hot-blooded revenge. She’d want him to face justice. She’d ask of you to be wise and bide your time.

He finally sat down, and started to sob uncontrollably, pain and anguish domineering his usually calm demeanour. For a moment, it only existed his cries of pain and utter despair and nothing else mattered. Nothing save his pain and love for her and her late father.

Prince Misha had volunteered to tell the family of Joanna’s tragic passing. He was quickly and eagerly received by Grand Duchess Odessa, her sisters and both dowager countesses. He sighed as tears pricked his eyes, nodding negatively. The dowager countess fell on her knees, now overcome with grief and trembling. The other dowager countess, Henrietta, made a face and looked away, distraught.

“What happened? Misha, what happened? Where is my daughter?” Nene wept with helplessness as Nya wept openly.

“I am sorry, Your Grace. She is gone. A few hours ago, by a sword soaked in blood that killed her in a matter of minutes.”

She shook her head “No… NO. I created an unkillable warrior, a goddess! I made her so she would never die! She has blood of the best–,”

“Stop it, Odessa!” Nene yelled “She is dead. Do you hear me? Your daughter’s dead.”  

“No…no… she can’t…” She started sobbing, holding her stomach like she was being torn apart. Then, Briar, Edmund and the rest of the ton came, and Briar soon noticed the ambiance and a cry of pain came out of her, dropping to her knees. Miss Sutton joined her in grief, as well Edmund. Many gasped, too distraught. She was quite a controversial figure, but the death of someone young, especially an heiress, was always quite horrifying. He decided it was his time to go, and he was about to start leaving when Nya asked “Did she suffer?”

He swallowed hard and mustered those last words “She died in the arms of someone who loved her like life itself, surrounded by her friends and allies, knowing she had won.”

With that, not bearing this any longer, he left, trying to ignore the sobs and wails of the loved ones.

Annabelle had gone to the faeries' camps when she was informed of Joanna’s death. She immediately dropped her tea and started to cry, not believing it. Killed by a sword soaked in blood. Within minutes, turned into ash. Thalissa comforted her, and she cried till dawn. She looked at her and begged her to take her with her to train and not return to London or England ever again.

“It is unwise to run from one’s pain, child. It will eventually haunt us till we either face it or turn mad.”

“I have nothing left in this goddamn town. My whole family hates me and thinks of me as a doll to auction. The woman I love is dead. And I hate everything related to society. Please, take me away from this.”

She sighed “Very well. I shall send some men to arrange your departure and grab your things–”

“I want nothing from that cursed house. I want to leave everything behind. This life included.”

“...As you wish, dear.”

The moment she retired to bed, she started to cry, her face deep buried on her pillow, letting go of all grief, rage and helplessness she ever felt. She allowed it all to consume her for a while, trying to get her face of helplessness out of her system, but to no avail. She did not know when she fell asleep. She only remembered the chirping of the birds, and Thalissa’s hand on her back.

Luke Harper had seen many comrades die. It should’ve been natural to him now, but many years had passed, and Joanna was no mere comrade. She was so much more than that. She had been the reason everyone gathered. The leader. And now she is gone.

With silent tears, he poured himself some liquor and stared at the fire, the same tone of her beautiful hair. The most magnificent hair he had ever witnessed. He wiped his tears as his mother and little brother Benjamin came to hug him. He inhaled their scents. His mother’s, rosewater and herbs, and his brother’s, earl grey tea and grass. He kissed his head and squeezed his mother’s hand “I am so sorry for your loss, darling. I know how much you… cared for the woman.”

“I just can’t believe she is gone. Everyone thought her invincible, unkillable. We thought all would be over, but then, we all saw that sword on her heart and couldn’t do anything to stop it. It all happened too fast… I should’ve reacted sooner. I should’ve expected it. I–,”

“Don’t beat yourself up for it, Luke. No one could have known.  You said it, it all happened too fast. And I’m sure Lady Joanna wouldn’t want you to blame yourself for it.”

He took a shaky breath “I was put here to protect her. I gave her my word that no harm would come her way, but now… she’s gone, and she’s not coming back.”

“Oh, my boy…” His mother hugged him as he lingered on little Benjamin’s sleepy arms, leaning on his loved ones, allowing himself to grieve and cry. After that, he’d find her killer and bring it to justice, no matter what.

Hamid had been awfully silent all the way back home. He was in complete disbelief. Someone as powerful as Joanna was dead, gone. And he didn’t have the chance to comfort her. He hadn’t been fast enough. Although, he was sure that he would not have been suitable for such a thing. The last thing Joanna needed was someone strong and who could bring her comfort, not a puddle of grief and nerves. He was sure Mr. Sinclaire had done right by her. Of all of them, he was the most noble and honourable, therefore the most suited. He only wished he had told her how he felt…

When he came to his apartments, Mr. Konevi rushed to comfort an old friend and together they cried the loss of a friend, confidante, fellow socialite and could’ve-been-lover and soulmate. Joanna Mills was gone and he felt his heart fall to a bottomless pit, his heart and part of his soul leaving with her. He cried all night, wishing he could do anything, but he had no energy whatsoever. He’d conclude his business in the Parliament and leave to never return. He knew he wouldn’t be able to bear such memories of someone he loved very deeply. He just wasn’t strong enough.

At least Mr. Konevi still had his beloved with him. As long as there was a place for love in this world, he’d be content, no matter how heavy his heart was now.

Days later, Ernest Sinclaire was attending to some paperwork when his valet knocked on the door. He looked up and he announced “Miss Howard is here, sir. Shall I make her come in?”

A few days ago, twelve hours after Joanna’s death, a letter from Miss Howard given by Mr. Chambers came, asking for an audience of a pressing matter that needed his attention at once. He had accepted, intrigued by what she could say to him. Though in no mood to receive anyone, he had to press forward; too many people were counting on him, and Joanna would’ve wanted him to go on and attend his tenants.

A quiet knock called him, and he asked her to come in: she was now older than he first remembered, the signals of age and tiredness on her face, but her demeanour remained composed and she was able to bow politely “Mr. Sinclaire. I thank you for attending me in such haste. It mustn’t be easy, after your friend’s passing.”

He could only nod “Thank you kindly, Miss Howard. Please, take a seat. Would you like some tea?”

“I’m good.” There was a pause before she cleared her throat “If I can be honest… I do not know where to begin, despite having rehearsed this conversation for years… Um, after our last meeting, I worked as a maid at your friend’s house, and he was kind, but… I found out I was with child. Your child. I was a tad scared. As you know, my age was not ideal to have children, but all I could do was go on… I didn’t name her, fearful that she might succumb to influenza or any other infant illness, but… she thrived, but as you know, the world is changing. I thought that at the age of five I could send her to work… until a month ago I met your late friend, Lady Joanna. She told me that this child… this daughter of ours was destined to take on her role one day and had been long awaited.” She chuckled “Incredible, is it not?”

Mr. Sinclaire had stopped truly listening from the moment she said ‘child’ and ‘daughter’. He had a child, a daughter… and he had not been there for her! He was utterly horrified “Miss Howard, I… I am so sorry. I–I should’ve been there, I–,”

“No. I made the decision of you not meeting her. I thought you’d remarry and forget about us, but it seems like it was quite the opposite.” She smiled to herself “She might be only three, but she is so much like you: same unruly hair, same inquisitive eyes, beautiful freckles, keen mind and a love for poetry and hunger of knowledge, as well as thoughtfulness and emotional intelligence. Every time she speaks, I think of you. I wished to take her to you sooner, but I was afraid that you’d shun me–,”

“I would never do such a thing, less alone to the mother of my only child.” He assured her, taking her hand, colder than usual, “However, I must ask… why are you telling me this now, Miss Howard?”

She swallowed hard “Because I am dying, sir. I am expected to part this Wednesday. My skin and bones are already failing me, and every day I am weaker. And please, spare me the doctors. Your friend herself said that there was no coming back. I’ll die either way, so… I bring her to you, in hopes that you’ll give her a better life than I could ever do.”

“Are you certain, Marianna?”

She nodded “I am. I made up my mind long ago. Please, do not make this any more difficult. Do it for her.”

He nodded “If that is what you want, then so be it. I will not get in your way. However, I shall not deprive you of a final goodbye to your…our little girl.”

“Would it be alright for you to take on her this week’s end?”

He smiled weakly, “I’d love nothing more. May I… May I see her?”

Marianna smiled as she called for the valet “Please, would you be so kind to bring her in?”

“Certainly, ma’am.”

Mr. Sinclaire held his breath, hearing the small steps coming closer to the office “Mr. Sinclaire, may I present to you our daughter?”

The door opened to reveal a young girl, no more than three years old, with golden hair and deep blue eyes like his own, a small shy and nervous demeanour and small freckles on her face, like his mother had. She bowed to him “Nice to meet you, sir.”

He let out the deep breath he did not notice he had been holding. In that moment, he felt an immense love like never before. He was extremely nervous. He didn’t think himself worthy of such a small blessing. All his life, it had just been him, but now, there was a small girl who needed him and depended on him. It was the most paralysing and wonderful fear his heart ever felt before. And he was adamant to do right by her, no matter what.

He cleared his throat and knelt down and smiled at her “Hello, beautiful. I’m Mr. Ernest Sinclaire, but you may call me Ernest. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Marianna smiled at both of them “I shall leave you to bond. May I take a peek at the gardens?”

“Please.”

She left, leaving both of them alone. He quickly sat her on the chair and cleared his throat “I confess I am quite nervous.” He smiled bashfully.

“Me too. I’ve never had a dad before.”

He swallowed hard “I’ve never been one, but… I’m willing to learn. For you.”

She smiled and looked away. She looked at his collection of books “Do you read, si–Ernest?”

He smiled brightly “Books are my greatest solace. Are you an avid reader too?”

She nodded eagerly “I love reading! Mr. Chambers always lets me borrow his books.”

He smiled and noted to himself to thank Mr. Chambers for being a father to his little girl. He took a tome of Shakespeare and showed it to her “My favourite author of all time. Would you like me to read to you?”

“Please!”

He smiled and invited her to sit on her lap, which she accepted shyly. He started reading, his soothing voice enthralling the young girl, watching him talk and express feelings sweetly. For one moment, there was no pain or grief or nervousness, only him and that little girl who had now won his heart in a matter of minutes. She had her little head on his chest, listening intently to him and observing the book. Once he finished, he placed her back on the floor gently and smiled at her. She was his. His little girl. His daughter. His heir. His heart.

“Is your house that big, Ernest?”

He chuckled “Not as many others, but it is big enough. Would you like me to tour you?”

“Yes!” She squealed eagerly and he offered his hand and she took it, strolling to the different rooms, and the girl was in awe with the property, looking at everything, and eventually showed her a special room.

“This will be your room, if you’d like to stay. I would love nothing more.” He smiled and looked away, focusing on the smoothness and warmth of her small hand compared to his gigantic hands and long fingers.

“Really? Can I bring my dolls and books and brush?!” She asked eagerly.

He smiled sweetly at her “That and more. Should you want anything, I’ll gladly give it to you.”

“Really?!”

He nodded and she hugged him. He stopped breathing for one moment. His heart, body and soul soared at the feeling. She was extremely warm and cuddly, her long hair was soft and she smelled so nice… rosemary, soap and pine. He hugged her back tightly, kissing her head, tears of joy and love running down his cheeks.

“I’m happy I’ve met you, sir.”

“I’m happy too.” He managed to say, lost in her embrace.

The two of them separated and he wiped his tears “Oh no! Have I made you sad?”

He shook his head “On the contrary, sweetheart. You’ve made me the happiest man on earth.”

The two of them eventually joined Marianna in the fountain, which she was watching thoughtfully. The girl ran towards her mother and hugged her “I trust you two had fun?”

“We did! He’s the best!”

His heart soared again with inebriating joy. Marianna whispered something to her and she went to inspect the gardens. Marianna looked now at him “There is one matter we haven’t discussed yet. Her name.”

He nodded “I hope we both can agree that she is deserving of a good name.”

Marianna looked lovingly at her “She is destined to be a great queen who will bring glory and peace to the empire, will she not? Well, she deserves a name of such a destiny.”

He looked at her thoughtfully and said “Elizabeth. Her name must be Elizabeth, like Elizabeth I, who brought peace and glory to the country under her rule, that reached the golden age.”

They kept discussing her full name until they finally agreed on it: Elizabeth Valeria Lydia Charlotte Victoria Ophelia Sinclaire, Imperial Princess of Dracaria and daughter of Ernest Sinclaire and Joanna Mills. He has asked her if it was alright with her to take Joanna’s name, and she nodded “Her fortune, influence and contacts will give her many chances I lacked as a girl. Besides, she’s her heir, is she not? It is time people see it that way, starting with taking her name.”

Ernest was a bit hurt that Joanna didn’t tell him about Elizabeth, but was thankful that she brought them together. He wished that they had talked about it, though, but now he had to fulfil her dying wish: dedicate himself truly and earnestly to her. And he would. Because he was not only a man of his word, but also loved her enough to stop his grieving to raise his daughter.

He bid farewell to the girls and when he was to embrace Elizabeth goodbye, she kissed his cheek, thanking him, and he stopped, then smiled widely and kissed her hand, telling her he was looking forward to seeing her again.

During these days he had been lost, looking for a will to live, and Miss Howard had delivered him the most unexpected and beautiful gift he could ever ask for. He had much to do, and thus called his staff, informing them that the future mistress of Ledford Park would come soon, and they were surprised at the announcement: they had thought that Mr. Sinclaire would marry Lady Joanna and together they’d have children. During that time, he thought of Joanna’s father, the earl. He never had the joy of having a proper goodbye with the mother of his child, nor having enough time to raise her and cherish her, but he knew he’d want him to treasure every moment and not let anyone hold him back, and he’d honour his memory. He just wished he were there to deliver wise advice on everything, especially being the father of a young girl. But above all, he missed Joanna. He missed her surprising wisdom and her light, and how much braver he was with her. He wished he could perform any magic to ask her the million questions roaming in his mind, but alas, he couldn’t. But maybe he could spill out his heart at the public mass and private funeral– Briar insisted that Joanna said once that if she died and every person who hadn’t been close to her came and threw a party, she’d be very pissed.

He’d throw a dinner to celebrate his daughter and to honour Joanna. Not what she’d like, but it was his duty as someone who was close to her and loved her dearly. He picked paper and ink and started to write down his speech. Then, he asked his trusted maid to take him tomorrow morning to design a bedroom made for a princess and to call the modiste, for she would have only the best clothes he could provide.

Joanna didn’t know how much time had passed; if days, months or years. She just knew that everything hurt and she was no longer in England, but somewhere colder and darker. She coughed and could taste the metallic taste of her blood and how every joint, bone, muscle and many other organisms she wasn’t aware she owned until now hurted. She realised she was in a church– a Russian orthodox church to be exact. Many of her bones cracked and she groaned, getting up rather painfully. She looked around to see a cloaked figure and she approached it “Where am I? Who are you?”

“I am a messenger of the Almighty,” ah yes, the motherfucker who took off her womb “I have come to give you one last mission.”

“Yay, another mission where I can get killed. How positively exciting.” She sassed, rolling her eyes and wiping the blood from her eyes and nose “Must be my most favourite thing in the world.”

“If you are quite done,” the figure grunted, “I must tell you your mission before my time runs out.”

“Do go on and I’ll see if I should give a damn.”

The cloaked figure looked at her, and she gasped at the view: The Fate “I will overlook your jesting because I know you’ll give a damn once I tell you. Once you recover, you’ll have to go to France and rescue your brother and uncover a traitor who’s working with your killer. You’ll decide if they get Dracarian or English justice. And after that, go to the Ottoman empire and try to win over the sultan in the Dracarian graces. You have two months. Best of luck, child.”

“Wait, Fate, I–,” But she was gone.

She sighed and started to walk. Everyone back at home thought her dead. She walked and walked, and found a pillar. She was tired, hungry, angry, thirsty and utterly done. She had lost so much, and now she was away from home and her loved ones. She had gone through so much, and for what? She couldn’t stand it any longer. She fell to her knees and screamed at the top of her lungs, a sound earthquake following her “I’M DONE WITH THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I’VE LOST EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE I’VE EVER LOVED!! MY PARENTS, MY FIANCÉ AND FIRST LOVE, MY HOME, MY FRIENDS, AND FOR WHAT?! FOR. FUCKING. WHAT?! POWER? DID YOU EVER ASK IF I WANTED THIS?! IF I WANTED TO ENDURE THIS?! DID YOU HAVE TO BE THIS FUCKING SELFISH?! MUST I DO WHAT YOU SAY AND JUST BE ALRIGHT WITH IT?! WHAT ABOUT MY HOPES, MY DREAMS, MY AMBITIONS?! HOW COME THEY DO NOT FUCKING MATTER IN THIS?! HOW COME WHAT I WANT AND WISH FOR DOES NOT FUCKING MATTER?! AH YES, BECAUSE ALL THAT MATTERS IS YOUR FUCKING PLAN, AND AS LONG AS YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT, NO ONE ELSE MATTERS, HUH?! IS THAT IT?!” She signalled at the sky “I fucking hate you. You did this to me. Just because I chose the unconventional choice, you had to rub it to my face, for the ‘greater good’? Greater good my ass! Fuck you, Almighty, and your fucking plan, and everyone! FUCK YOU!” She showed them both middle fingers and got up, but as she walked, she felt weaker and at one point, she fell into the snow.

Luckily, a kind servant of the Kremlin soon found her and informed the guards. The tsar soon recognised the Dracarian princess and soon had her in a comfortable room to rest and recover. After three days, she woke up.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Three days, madam. Is there anything you’d like?”

“I’ll need clothes and a pass for a boat to France. I must part as soon as I can.”

“What have you lost in France, my child?”

“...My little brother is in danger.”

[descendantofthesparrow]

Under the sea; Rewrite - Poyw

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-set in-between parts 6 and 7 of interlude; rewrite-

Mal stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath of the natural rot sent of the isle of the lost. She was here to do some feedback on what was happening on the isle of the lost, mostly having to do with the shelter that was being built, getting reports from Harriet's crew, and find the odd magic source that had been seen all the way from Auradon.

Mal locked the car and put the keys in her thigh bag, making her way towards the main plaza of the isle, where the shelter was being built. She pursed her lips as she remembered the conversation she, Ben, FG, and (y/n) had before she left for the isle.

“This is such an odd amount of magic coming from a singular area on the isle” FG had commented, watching the radar/map that continued to sense a source of magic on the isle, and Mal could pinpoint it within the dark woods; off the coast of the strait of Ursula. FG had suggested maybe Uma had something to do with it, but Ben, Mal, and (y/n) all denied it. Uma had been quiet since cotillion, and if Mal knew Uma, she wouldn’t do anything to risk more vks coming off the isle.

So something, or someone, was the reason for the unknown magic source. And no one had a clue who or what it was. So Mal volunteered herself to go look at it, offering to get some intel on the general isle itself at the same time.

So now Mal was on the isle, alone, doing recon and detective work. she had a small device In her bag which would connect her right back to Auradon, to Ben, if she needed help. But most of the isle kids were chill with her, knowing she was one of the few actively working to get them off the isle. So, unless she encountered a parent or a grudge-holding vk ‘which there was a lot’ Mal thought sadly, thanks to her bullying tendencies towards many a vk; she should have no problem traveling around.

Mal arrived at the work-in-progress shelter, smiling and nodding as she saw how it was coming along. She took a picture with her phone to show to Ben and Carlos later, and took another step back. The Auradon workers had already gone home for today, they arrived just after sunrise and always left before sunset, and it was a good 30 mins after the latter. “Mal?” Mal turned to the new voice, grinning as she realized who it was.

Diego De’vil, Carlos’ older cousin. “hey Diego” Mal greeted, turning back to the shelter, walking inside and inspecting it. It was almost done, all that was needed was flooring, proper plumping, and doors. “what's up?” Mal asked as Diego followed her inside, he shrugged and leaned against a support beam as Mal made sure the kitchen had everything in it, and if she needed to have Ben order anything else.

“what are you doing here?” Diego answered her question with a question, making Mal purse her lisp slightly but she didn’t deprive him of a proper answer “recon” Mal simply said “checking on progress and all that, getting reports from Harriet's crew…and I guess you're trustworthy enough” Mal muttered, walking close to Diego and leaning towards him, whispering. “there's a source of magic here, in the dark forest” Diego raised his brows in interest “I came to see…well its source” Mal waved her hand to dismiss her lack of words “but, important stuff first.”

Mal checked her digital checklist for the shelter and nodded, beginning to walk out “well, I’ll see you later Diego, stay safe” he echoed her words back, the two not noticing someone in the shadows, trailing after Mal the moment she had stepped onto the isle. As she made her way towards the wharf, she didn’t notice the shadow continue to follow her, a glint in their eyes. Mal paused as she passed by an open, well-lit alley, spotting the young daughter of Dr. Facilier, Celia, shuffling her cards and waiting at one of her fortune-telling stands. ‘that’s odd’ Mal thought, turning on her heel and walking towards her ‘isn't she supposed to stay near her dad's arcade?’ Mal had a fleeting thought of Celia expanding but the girl heard her approach and turned, a sly smile growing on her lips.

“Hey Mal~” Celia sang, waving her over, Mal obeyed, plopping down in front of Celia as she made a show of shuffling her cards. “here for a reading?” Mal just stared at her, then nodded. “sure” Mal said with a shrug “what’s the harm, but gimmie a real one. So cards face down” Celia pouted, so many people were getting wise to her game.

But Celia obeyed, shuffling the cards again, having Mal split the deck, and then laid them in a large fan face down. Mal picked three cards, her past, present, and then future. Celia picked up the car to Mal’s left, her past; she flipped it over and Mal winced. Death. “death, upright” Celia muttered, analyzing the card then glancing up at Mal, “you’ve wronged someone in your past” Celia started, her voice hazy. Mal listened intently “you cut them deep enough to ruin the potential relationship, and caused them to hold an intense grudge”

Mal sighed, that was practically everyone on the isle, the most prominent being Uma. Celia flipped the next card; the upright tower “and that someone is coming for you, soon” Celia continued, pursing her lisp slightly as she focused on what the cards were telling her, Mal leaning closer to get a good look at the artwork. “it spells disaster for your encounter, but it's not telling me which way.”

Celia flipped the last card, Mal’s future; the upright chariot. And Celia grinned “freedom, you’ll feel light as a bird and enact a sense of freedom among many people” Mal smiled, having a feeling this card was linking to VK day, the feeling of freedom within every single vk. “well, the cards never lie~” Celia sang, holding out her hand to Mal, who rolled her eyes fondly and took out her wallet, plopping a twenty in Celia’s palm.

“They certainly don’t, keep outta trouble kid, Dizzy’s dying to see you” Mal teased, patting Celia’s shoulder twice then exciting the ally, humming to herself as she resumed her walk towards the wharf. Celia wiggled in her chair as she examined her pay, shuffling her deck again as she got ready to close up for the night.

She felt a hand land on her shoulder and she looked up, eyes widening at who she saw.

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Mal arrived at the scarlet revenge, waving to Xiaohui as she walked up the gangplank, the now captain nodding back, holding a folder in her hands that held quite a bit of paper “That it?” Mal asked, stepping onto the deck and pointing at the folder, Xiaohui nodded and handed it over. Mal flipped through the papers and nodded, from basic incidents to violent villain encounters, everything was written down and ready to be reviewed by Evie; who was the isle ambassador.

 “Awesome, thank you. Oh, and Harriet wanted me to give you this” Mal said as she slid off her backpack, put the folder in, then took a letter from her backpack, and handed it to Xiaohui, who nodded and started to open it. “Someone will be back in two weeks for the next report, stay safe!” Mal turned with a wave and jogged off the deck, making her way towards the dark forest where the unknown magic source had been tracked too.

Mal took out the mechanical compass Carlos had made for this particular trip, a smaller copy of the very same ‘compass’ he had made all those months ago when she and her newfound friends were looking for the dragon's eye. Mal perked up, seeing a shadow whip by her, and she squinted into the darkness, turning on her heels slightly to try to get a better look at the shadows

“I thought I saw” Mal muttered to herself, then shook her head “no, couldn’t be” it couldn't’ve been, she had been hiding away for so long, it would’ve been weird for her to just; show up like this. Especially this far away from the cove. Mal entered the fog-covered dark forest, the compass in her hand starting to beep as she got closer to the source of magic.

“where are you?” Mal asked the magic, knowing it wouldn’t respond, she turned left, then right, moving to the right as the compass beeped rapidly to tell her she was going the right way. Mal~ Mal stopped, what was that voice? Mal~ it called her name again, and Mal swore she knew that voice, but it was one she hadn't heard in a very long time.

The voice continued to call her name, and Mal ignored the compass as it beeped rapidly as she got closer to the voice. As she got closer, she started to hear a heartbeat, or was it her heartbeat that she could feel in her ears? And her eyes widened as she pushed away a low-hanging vine to see a bright blue ball of energy “The magic” Mal whispered, turning off the compass and pocketing it as she walked closer.

Mal~ it continued to whisper her name, the orb bobbed and weaved above its pedestal, gently, as if it was alive. She stepped closer, holding her hand out towards the orb, and it pulsed with light; saying her name once more. And Mal finally recognized the voice, and she was very confused “Dad?” Mal whispered, suddenly looking around for the man that had been banished to the far side of the isle soon after her birth.

Her human father, her mother's one moment of weakness. Mal never got to know him, but he had been around just long enough for Mal to remember his voice. She turned again, looking at the orb as she tilted her head, it reminded her of the wisps. One of the folklore tales of Scotland, one Harry knew particularly well. Wisps could lead you to your fate, or change it.

Mal reached out again, weaving her fingers through the orb as if it was mist. She could hardly feel it, it felt like thin fog during a storm; it was warm though, like a campfire on a cold day. Mal felt a flow of energy run through her veins, and the fire under her skin felt 100x hotter. It suddenly disappeared and Mal jumped back, eyes wide in alarm as the energy disappeared within her. “Where did it-“ Mal whispered in a rush, taking out the compass again and turning it on, whipping around frantically to look for the source of magic.

Nothing, it was gone. Mal cursed, closing the compass and groaning at the sky. Dammit, it could’ve been important! Suddenly, the compass beeped, and Mal brought it up, eyes wide. It led her forward and Mal obeyed, stepping over branches and pushing through overgrown leaves, finding herself on the coast off the strait of Ursula.

The beeping slowed as Mal continued to point the compass forward, and Mal turned left, it slowed down, and then she turned right, and it sped up. And as soon as Mal was going to move, Celia came rushing up. “Mal!” Mal jumped, turning off the compass and pocketing it, holding her other hand to her chest “Celia! You scared me” Mal breathed, leaning over a bit as Celia gave a not-so apologetic shrug. “what are you doing out here?” Mal gestured to the coast “it’s dangerous at this time of night, you should be with your dad”

Mal went to offer to take her back to the arcade but Celia shrugged “well, you mentioned that magic source thing; so I wanted to check it out, figured you wouldn't mind” Mal nodded, then paused, tilting her head at Celia as she smirked at her “i-“ Mal started, stuttering a bit “I never told you about the source?”

“yeah you did” Celia insisted, flipping a tarot card in her fingers “the cards never lie, do they?” Mal rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she leaned back on her left heel. “uh-huh, you spied on me and Diego, didn’t you?” Mal teased, Celia was good at keeping secrets, so Mal didn’t fully mind Celia knowing about the now missing source of magic. Celia shrugged with a singular nod, tilting her head as her eyes flashed a bit. Mal frowned slightly, Celia’s eyes didn’t flash, that wasn’t a thing Celia or her father could do.

Suddenly that thought disappeared from Mal’s mind, as if it never existed at all, and any doubts Mal had about Celia disappeared. She smiled “little sneak” Mal muttered, patting Celia’s arm twice “yeah it was just this, blue orb thing, and it was saying my name over and over” Celia looked very interested, going on her toes to look at where the orb once was.

“and-it had a voice that sounded exactly like” my dad, Mal almost said but Mal kept it in, her dad had always been a sensitive topic so she preferred not to mention him if possible “but” Mal laughed, crossing her arms “that would be impossible” she muttered, knowing the man was either dead or on the other side of the isle. She looked back at Celia, who pouted a little at the missing orb “then it disappeared, right after I touched it…and yeah…that’s really all it was” Mal said, walking forward a bit and trading places with Celia, who was messing with a small octopus ring on her index finger.

Mal frowned, taking Celia’s hand suddenly and examining it. “what's this?” Mal asked and Celia hummed, looking down at her hand, and Mal didn’t see her eyes widen with panic as she ripped her hand away, hiding it behind her back “just” Celia started, a nervous tone to her voice that was never there “just a little ring, for Uma ya’ know? She is my favorite” Mal frowned, wondering why it sounded like Celia was straining to say those words when they had come out as easily as melted toad fat before? Mal hummed, the haze building up in her head dissipating a bit. “I guess” Mal muttered, crossing her arms again “but…Uma's teal n purple, that’s like-sea green n purple,” Mal said, pointing in the general direction of the ring.

Celia huffed, rolling her eyes and stomping her foot “for once you’re observant” Celia snapped, and Mal glared, stepping back, that wasn’t Celia’s voice, not by a long shot. But Mal knew whose voice it was. “Uma,” Mal said slowly, she didn’t want to make Uma her enemy again but if Uma forced her hand? “how are you doing this?”

Celia suddenly grinned, one that only matched one person. Uma. A small solid glow appeared between Celia’s collarbones, and Mal recognized it as Uma’s infamous necklace. “just a little magic,” Celia said in Uma’s voice, there was something off about it though, but Mal couldn’t put her finger on it, something was blocking her from thinking clearly “magic ain't all that hard outside the barrier, as I’m sure you’ve learned” Celia purred, leaning towards Mal with her arms crossed.

“yeah,” Mal said, taking a step back from the possessed Celia. “why-why are you doing this? And why Celia, she’s a child. If we have a fight to fight, it’s between us, no one else.” Celia/Uma hummed, bored at Mal’s moral lecture “you’ve been pardoned for nearly seven months now, don’t you want to be in Auradon with Harry and Gil?” Mal asked, trying to deescalate the potential situation, but Celia/Uma only hummed with a smug grin. “what?”

“why would I need Auradon to be with them, when they’re right here~?” Celia taunted in Uma’s voice, and Mal took another step back as Harry and Gil emerged from the forest line, both with mechanical grins on their faces and their classic isle gear. But-how? They were just in Auradon, and she’s pretty sure Harry had a date with you tonight. “but-“ Mal was interrupted by Harry’s laughter, and she shivered at how un-stable it sounded. Like it used to be before Auradon. “of course, yeh really feel fer it” Harry said with a sharp grin, his eyes flashing red with malice “yeh really thought, we would choose boradon over Uma?” Gil laughed as Harry stepped forward, waving his hook threateningly towards Mal “yeh really thought, we’d actually choose good? oh Malsy~” Harry purred, tilting his head down slightly “yeh really are an idiot~”

Mal puffed up slightly, about to insult Harry right back when she saw his right wrist, and then Gil’s. Their golden seashell bracelets, they were gone. Mal looked for other key details about them and noticed Harry’s Celtic ring from you was gone, and Gil’s silver bow charm was missing from his leather wrist wrap. And both of their eyes were just a shade off. Mal grinned, the fog once again clearing from her mind. Celia/ Uma(?) frowned at her, why was Mal smiling?

“You’re not Uma” Mal stated, pointing towards the boys “you have them all wrong, and also” Mal pointed at Celia/Uma(?) “you don’t have Uma’s inflections or tone. You’re just off enough to make someone who knows Uma’s voice notice, but whatever spell you’ve been putting on me prevented that. So” Mal stepped forward, no longer afraid of the illusions beside Celia/Uma(?) “who are you.”

Celia’s/Uma’s(?) lip twitched and she blinked, her deep brown eyes turning green, and Mal knew that green. “so observant” Celia snapped in a new voice with a glare, and Mal glared right back. “Marceline” Mal greeted, crossing her arms as Harry and Gil disappeared with a wave of Celia/ Marceline’s hand. “you know; this is so low, even for you.”

Celia/Marceline hummed, tilting her head with a dangerous smile “oh? I can go lower?” she took Celia’s precious charm bracelet from her wrist and dropped it to the sand below, stomping on it. Mal twitched, mentally promising to get that repaired or replaced for Celia after this whole things was done. “just you wait” Celia/Marceline snapped, and Mal sighed, taking a step back from her.

“uh-huh. Can I ask what this is about? I mean, I know why Uma hates me, and I get it, but-“ Mal gestured to Celia/Marceline, who fumed at the notion that mal had forgotten what she had done to her “why?” Celia/ Marceline’s eyes flashed with anger, and Mal frowned, suddenly feeling out of control of her limbs as she froze. Magic? How was Marceline doing this? Had she figured out a way out? Or had somehow poked a hole through the barrier like Carlos had?

“why?” Celia/Marceline hissed out, tilting her head dangerously “why?! You’ve really forgotten everything you’ve done to me?” Celia/Marceline got in Mal’s face, her eyes glowing a soft sea green “you’ve tormented me since we were kids, pouring sea sludge on me, bleaching my clothes, called me horrible names, pushed me into the lake full of crocs, pushed everyone away from me, and cut. My. hair” Celia/Marceline seethed, and Mal felt a bucket of cold hard guilt wash over her, oh what had she done? How could’ve Mal forgotten all she did to Uma’s cousin?

“Marceline,” Mal said, her voice soft as she tried to reach out, but the girl reeled back, her face set in pain and anger. “I’m so-“ Celia/Marceline shook her head, refusing to hear any of Mal’s lies. “silence.” Celia/Marceline snapped, then a villainous smirk grew on her face as she began to walk forward, forcing mal towards the pier that hung over the isle waters. “I will have my revenge; I swear by it. You aren’t as strong as you think you are, and I will have the last laugh. And you will be at the bottom of the sea” Celia/Marceline taunted, and Mal furrowed her brows, glancing behind her at the ocean, blinking as she saw a shadow moving within the dark waters. She didn’t see Celia/ Marceline smirk as her spell took control of mal once more, making mal see things that weren’t there, and forcing Mal to make decisions she wouldn’t in her right mind.

“I’ll have everything, the isle, Auradon, Atlantica~! And you Mal?...im coming for you, and your precious little prince” Celia/ Marceline sneered, her eyes glowing fiercely as she forced Mal closer to the water. Mal hummed, sliding off her backpack and taking another step back, she was ready to make this battle a true one-on-one.

“Not if I come for you first,” Mal said, tauntingly, not realizing she was falling right into Marceline's trap as she turned and ran for the edge of the pier, jumping as she reached it. Celia dropped to the ground as soon as Mal hit the water, Marceline's laughter filling the air as she enacted her plan.

Mal was surprised to find the usually pitch-black isle waters clear as the coral reefs off Tritons bay, she could see shipwrecks, millions of fish, and the very bottom of the ocean she was swimming above. Mal took a sudden breath, panicking for a moment before she realized she was breathing, not drowning. Mal narrowed her eyes, starting to swim towards a sea-green glow from one of the nearby ships, Marceline wanted her down here, to even the odds.

Mal could feel magic all around her, somehow, so she used that to her advantage and pushed herself forward with a burst of energy at her feet. She hit the deck of the water-rotted ship and looked around for the daughter of Morgana. “Marceline!” Mal called out, her eyes igniting with emerald green, “you wanted a fight? You got one!”

Marceline’s laughter echoed around her “oh Mal, what’s fire, to water?” Mal was suddenly pushed off her feet by a strong current of water, sending her off her feet and towards the bottom of the ocean. Mal tried to fight back against the force but it continued on her, forcing her down. She caught herself on a broken mast, the force moving down her body till it disappeared at her feet, and Mal could see a small cloud of sand as it hit the bottom.

Mal looked up as she heard heeled boots walk towards her, seeing Marceline for the first time since before she left the isle originally. “wow” Mal whispered, Marceline was pretty; dark skin, plump pink lips, white and purple hair in shoulder-length locs, and deep sea-green eyes. Marceline smirked down at her, tilting her head slightly, her golden octopus earrings swinging. “ready to meet your fate?” Marceline sang, and Mal huffed, pushing off the mast and aiming towards another ship, landing on the deck with a roll.

Mal hummed, looking around slightly, she was moving about the water as if it was air. But that didn’t matter at the moment, Marceline had caught up to her “running are you? I thought we were fighting?” Marceline taunted Mal, who rolled her eyes and held her fists up in defense.

Mal hissed as Marceline swiped at her, a boil of bubbles following her hand and burning Mal’s arm. Marceline had the advantage down here, and unless Mal came up with a quick plan, she was doomed. “you ready shark bait?!” Marceline sang as she continued to swipe at Mal, who was being beaten back towards the other end of the deck, getting closer to the edge. “what?” Mal asked, confused by the sudden name. Marceline grinned, one that sent a shiver down Mal’s spine “oh Undertow~!” Mal gasped, turning to see a gigantic shark heading straight towards her, a hungry look in his eyes.

“shit!” Mal screamed, bursting up towards the masts and catching herself on one, staring down in fear at the tiger shark that started to circle below her. “okay, this is kinda unfair!”

“who said anything about fair?” Marceline asked, cackling as Mal was tugged by her two manta ray grunts, Cloak and Dagger then pulled Mal back down towards the deck. Mal hit it with a hard smack and she groaned, kicking at one ray's face as she sent a blast of energy at the other, tapping into the magic that surrounded her and Marceline.

The two manta rays reeled back in pain, and Mal quickly trapped them within an energy shield to even the odds just a bit “hey!” Marceline yelled, and Undertow sped towards Mal. Mal snarled and turned to smoke, her dragon form taking her place and easily over-taking the giant tiger shark. Undertow paused for a moment then clamped his jaws around Mal’s food, her screech echoing through the water.

The sudden intense pain forced Mal to return to her human form, her potential win as a dragon thwarted by Marceline and Undertow. Mal punched Undertow in the nose, forcing him to release her leg and Mal let out a howl of pain as she drew her leg close to her chest, quickly thinking of a healing spell as her leg bled out.

Marceline cackled again, her eyes glowing green as she used the water to grab Mal and drag her close, her other hand curling into Mal’s hair and pulling at it “let’s see how you feel when your hair gets ruined.” Marceline snapped, giddy at the feeling of her plan coming to fruition. Mal’s eyes glowed bright green, energy flowing through her that hadn’t before, it felt like the same energy that the blue orb had. Mal kicked Marceline back, a few of Mal’s hairs going with her. Marceline growled but gasped as Mal collected blueish-purple energy in her hands and sent it at Marceline, hitting the sea-witch directly in the chest and pushing her over the rails of the ship.

Undertow swam after her and Mal suddenly felt like lead, she closed her mouth as quickly as she could, panicking as she felt her chest tighten. She had won against Marceline but at the cost of whatever spell Marceline had put on her. Which meant no more breathing underwater. Mal kicked up desperately, trying to reach the surface but she was more than 50 feet underwater, and while Mal had learned to swim, she wasn’t a strong one.

She was going to drown, just like Marceline wanted. Mal mentally cried for help, reaching toward the dark surface. Her consciousness began to leave her, her kicks weakened, and Mal started to bob restlessly in the water. Above her, two shadows appeared on the edge of the pier, one shedding their jacket and diving into the water, a mechanical device strapped around their mouth.

By the time they reached Mal, she was unconscious. whoever it was wrapped their arms around Mal and kicked off a broken mast of a sunken pirate ship, quickly making their way back to the surface. Their eyes widened as undertow suddenly bolted towards them, jaws open in preparation to end mal and this new figure once and for all.

Suddenly, a teal/golden glow surrounded Undertow and was turned into a tiny version of himself, the exact form Triton had turned him to all those years ago. “no-what?!” the shark screamed in panic, swimming off towards the cove as he yelled about stupid sea witches.

The figure snorted mentally and continued pushing up towards the surface, breaking it with a gasp and pulling Mal towards the shore, the second figure running into the shallows to meet the other and Mal. “(y/n)!” the second figure called, the moonlight revealing it to be Evie, and the first; the one who had saved Mal, to be (y/n).

(y/n) reached the shallows and turned, holding Mal by her armpits as she dragged her towards the shore, Evie already at their side. “fuck-“ Evie cursed, whipping around her backpack and digging through it, hoping to find something to help save Mal. “come on Mal” (y/n) muttered, tossing the breathing apparatus away from her and starting compressions on Mal’s chest to force water from her lungs.

For a moment, it seemed hopeless, Mal had turned pale and her lips were blue, but neither girl gave up; doing their best to save Mal. Suddenly, Mal’s throat glowed, something only (y/n) saw; and her eyes snapped open, water erupting from her throat. “thank fuck” (y/n) gasped in relief, turning Mal on her stomach and harshly patting her back, forcing the rest of the water from Mal’s lungs.

“Mal” Evie gasped, gathering her friend in her arms, holding Mal close as Mal clung to her jacket, shivering from the traumatizing event “what happened?” “Marceline” Mal stuttered out, standing with the help of (y/n) and Evie, nodding back towards the ocean “she-she tricked me, tried to make me think she was Uma.”

(y/n) furrowed her brows and looked at Evie “who’s Marceline?” as Mal continued to try to catch her breath, Evie filled (y/n) in on who Marceline was, the daughter of the sea-witch Morgana; the sister of Ursula. (y/n) nodded, eyes widening as she looked back towards the pier. “Celia!” she gasped, running towards the slumped body of the young shadow witch. (y/n) dropped to her knees next to her and gathered the pre-teen in her arms, frowning as Celia didn’t stir. “Celia?”

She seemed to be under some sort of spell, and (y/n) guessed it was waiting until Marceline took possession again. (y/n) dug into her thigh-bag and took out a small vial of boiled enchanted lake water, she popped open the top with her teeth and poured it over Celia’s head, sighing in relief as Celia’s eyes snapped open; completely in control.

“(y/-(y/n)?” Celia asked; voice raspy from Marceline’s take over. (y/n) nodded, helping Celia sit up and handing her a granola bar to get her energy back. “hey kid, what happened?” Celia shook her head slightly, pressing her hand to her forehead, clenching her eyes shut as Mal and Evie walked towards them.

“Marceline, she came up to me after I gave Mal a card reading, and offered me fifty bucks to help her with something. Then-then she gave me this potion thing and then, I blacked out” Celia explained, standing with the help of (y/n) and heavily leaning against her, soaking up (y/n)’s warmth even if she was soaking wet. “and-now im here?”

Mal and (y/n) nodded, giving Celia sympathetic looks “Marceline took possession of you to get to me,” Mal explained, resting her hand on Celia’s shoulder “I don’t know how she did it but, that’s what happened” Celia slowly nodded, and (y/n) looked at Mal while Evie collected Mal’s backpack and (y/n)s discarded jacket. “did you find the magic source?” (y/n) asked Mal, who nodded and pointed back towards the forest.

“yeah, it was this-blue orb thing. But I don’t think it was the only source” Evie and (y/n) raised their brows at this “Marceline had to use her magic somehow, but-I don’t know-“ something in Mal’s thigh bag beeped and she quickly took the magic compass out, opening it and it directed her towards the main area of the isle. “well, I guess we're going to find out” (y/n) said, looking down at Celia “but first, we get you home”

Celia shook her head, stubborn “no way, I got possessed, I get to see what the hell is going on” (y/n), Mal, and Evie glanced at each other, then shrugged. Might as well “okay,” (y/n) started, kneeling down so Celia could climb on her back “But, I’m carrying you.” Celia grinned, hopping onto (y/n)’s back and wrapping her arms and legs around her, laughing as (y/n) bounced her as she stood. “all right, off to find the magic, the wonderful magic of oz” (y/n) sang as she followed Mal, who was following the compass towards the new source of magic. Mal snatched up Celia’s now broken bracelet, promising to repair it and return it by week's end. Celia giggled at (y/n)’s song and nodded to Mal, talking to (y/n) about her father and how the isle was as Mal led the way towards the mines, somehow avoiding the main entrance as Mal jumped down a small endpoint, catching Evie and Celia as (y/n) helped them down the seven-foot fall.

Mal raised her brow as the beeping got louder, (y/n) now helping light the way with her flashlight. And soon they turned a corner to find what looked to be a makeshift witch cove. Spellbooks, a large shell-shaped cauldron, candles, and potion ingredients all over the mineshaft floor. “looks like this was Marceline's base” Mal said, picking up one of the spell books with a conch shell on the front. “I mean, duh?” Celia said, examining the potion bottles, one looking exactly like the one Marceline gave her.

“Do you, feel that?” Evie asked, hugging herself slightly at the intense pressure she felt, looking up at the ceiling where it seemed to be coming from “it feels like-“ “-magic” Mal finished Evie's sentence, holding up the compass to the ceiling, where it stopped beeping and went into a constant high-pitched tone “yeah, magics seeping into the isle from right here, it’s how Marceline did it all. So the one I faced in the ocean was an illusion of some sort” Mal said, mostly talking to herself but Celia and the others were listening intently. Mal snapped her fingers and a small green flame appeared above her fingers and she nodded “we need to seal this off” Mal said, stepping back and turning off the compass, motioning for (y/n) to kill her flashlight. Doing so revealed streaks of golden white light, magic.

“aaand how are we going to do that?” Celia asked, crossing her arms and tilting her head. it was a good question, how was Mal going to seal off the seeping magic? Mal shrugged, cracking her knuckles and taking a deep breath. Mal could feel the cracks extend from wall to wall, in places she couldn’t even see right now. Meaning this had to be a spell that got each and every one of them.

But Celia had other ideas, she had noticed her shadow moving about on the wall behind her with no light to command it, and with it, a plan came to mind. “I think I have an idea” Celia said, stepping up with a confident smile. Mal easily stepped aside, letting Celia take command. The young shadow witch grinned, eager to prove herself.  She summoned her shadow, and it peeled itself away from her back, moving to stand in front of her, the place where its eyes should be seeming to glow.

It tilted its head, as if asking what she wanted “seal the spaces in between; weave the fabric of the barrier’s spell back to its rightful strength; and where there is light, let darkness rule” the shadow nodded, and began to expand, slowly suspending the four girls in pitch black. And soon Celia’s shadow completely covered every crack within the mines that allowed magic through it. And the pressure of magic disappeared, Mal took out the compass and turned it on, nodding as it stayed silent.

“Awesome, good job Celia” Mal praised, smiling at the shadow witch, who grinned back. “and I think I found how Marceline found this place” (y/n) suddenly said, turning her flashlight back on and showing Mal and Evie a large metal box with a red light on the top, the very same machine that Carlos made that broke the barrier and led the core four to the dragon's eye oh so long ago.

“huh” Mal simply said, tilting her head at the machine, then pursed her lips “destroy it” Evie and (y/n) looked at her surprised “well we have this” Mal held up the smaller compass, then gestured to the larger compass “we don’t need it, and plus that’s what sorta led to all this so…” (y/n) titled her head back and forth then started taking the machine apart, taking out wires and destroying the fan that rested inside, then she dropped it to the floor and stomped on it, completely destroying the machine.

“good” Mal said as she nodded, taking Celia's hand as (y/n) started to lead the way back out the mines “now let’s get Celia back to her dad and then we can head home….wait how did you guys get here so fast?” Evie and (y/n) smirked at each other then (y/n) began to explain “that device we gave you? It’s two-way street, if it gets destroyed somehow; it'll send us an emergency signal and tell us your location. Then FG teleported Evie, and I came along for the ride, which I won't explain how right now, too complicated” Mal nodded slowly, happy the two had come to save her at just the right time.

The three girls dropped Celia off at Dr. Faciliers arcade, bidding the now shadowless girl goodbye for now, and headed off towards the car, (y/n) offering to drive due to Mal still being a bit out of it from the almost drowning event, and Evie didn’t want to. “Well” Evie chirped as (y/n) drove over the ocean back towards Auradon prep’s dorm building “that was eventful”

“you can say that again,” Mal said from the back seat, already starting to fall asleep with her head against the window “I’m gonna send a care package next barge” Evie looked back at Mal, her brows raised in question “for Marceline, she attacked me because I was a foul kid to her. I want to apologize properly. Think Nadia will help me find stuff for her? I mean I know nothing about black girl hair care n all that” Mal wondered to herself, making a mental note to ask Nadia, Tiana and Naveen's daughter, to help her with a care package for Marceline.

Evie and (y/n) smiled at each other, Mal had come a long way from her old isle ways. And they were proud of her for actively trying to be better than she used to be. As Mal fell asleep, a crackle of blue energy traveled between her fingertips, a long-dormant crystal that was buried beneath layers of the isle glowing at the same time, ignored by the god who was watching a boring newscast about the upcoming VK day.

-end of Under the Sea; Rewrite-

well...i hope that was more satisfying than under the sea/escape because, the fuck is canon? 

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Once In A Lifetime

Summary: Yoongi is a pain in your ass, but sometimes that's okay. What's a cafe job without a little drama?

genre: college!au tags: smut, fluff, mutual masturbation, cream pie, dirty talk W/C: 4,740 a/n: i have a weak spot for blond yoongi

You seethe silently while you stare at the schedule on the pin board in the back room. You begged your boss, damn near pleaded on your knees in front of her not to schedule you with him.

Its hard enough to close with only two people but fuck, if it isn't impossible when you're with Min Yoongi.

Don't get it wrong, Yoongi has a knack for customer service and he's quite good at making coffee but for some reason-- when the two of you were completely alone-- he became unbearably annoying.

It's like the moment the open sign turns off, he forgets how to work. While you're in the back cleaning dishes, sweeping the kitchen, counting cash drawers, taking out the garbage and everything else involved with closing, Yoongi turns on his speaker and plays whatever song he's been working on recently.

Okay, sure. This job isn't the most important thing on the planet. You both are just trying to get a little extra cash while you push through college, but you'll be damned if you get paid the same while you do all the work.

"Kati!" you yell from the back, your arms crossed and your nails digging into each of your biceps. You hear footsteps behind you, causing you to turn around expecting to see Kati.

Unfortunately for you, Yoongi leans in the doorway with a smirk on his face, "Awe, we're closing together again!"

"Awe we're closing toget-" you begin to mock but end up giving up and allowing your frustration to take over, "shut up, Yoongi."

"Don't seem so glum, sugar plum. I promise I'll be a good boy and listen to you." His words were too sweet to be true, they were laced with his famous sarcasm which only made you want to yell at him more.

Before you have the chance to counteract his sarcasm, he taps your back lightly before turning around and walking back out.

If there was one thing you did enjoy about him, it was the view of him when he walked away.

As the hours pass, eventually you and Yoongi are the last ones there. When Seokjin said goodbye, you silently pleaded that he would stay for just a little while longer. He gave you a slight apologetic look, glancing at Yoongi before shaking his head and walking out.

A groan leaves your lips.

It's only 9:30, you still have half an hour until the shop closes and there's way too many pastries left over.

Yoongi stands behind you, silently wiping down the coffee machines and humming along to whatever song was playing over the loud speakers.

Leaning back against the counter, you cross your arms and watch Yoongi for a moment. In a dark denim apron and slim black shirt, it feels as though the uniform was made for Yoongi. You can tell he's been working out lately, his muscles are more defined beneath the fabric of his shirt. It's killing you that despite being as annoying as he is, he's still immensely attractive and he knows it.

The snapback rests backwards on his head, blond hair poking out subtly. He turns, meeting your eyes for a moment which causes you to turn away quickly. It's quiet for a while again.

"I don't think anyone is going to come in," Yoongi breaks the silence, "I doubt Kati would mind if we closed early."

"I think she would. She said she gets a rush in the last 15 minutes so we should be prepared for that."

"We're not going to get a rush, we're a coffee shop and it's almost 10pm on a Monday."

"I'm not disobeying Kati just so you can play your shitty music and do nothing while I close."

"Shitty," he scoffs, "my music is hardly shitty, and I do help close. Who do you think cleans the front?"

"Wiping down espresso machines isn't the hardest part of closing." Maybe you're being a bit too harsh. Maybe you're trying to cover up the fact that he caught you staring at him earlier.

Yoongi sets the yellow rag down on the counter, turning to you fully, "I also sweep and mop up here. It's kinda hard to do anything else when your coworker does everything else. Ya ever think of delegating, huh?"

You feel your eye twitch. Just as you're about to respond, the bell above the door rings and you instantly wipe away your anger and throw your best customer service face on.

"Hi, good evening! What can I get for you today?"

As you help the customer, Yoongi walks to the back.

You make her coffee, heat her Panini, and speak with her for a moment about the aromatics of the freshly ground coffee beans that you had become used to. You didn't have the heart to tell her that you didn't smell it anymore, so you talked about how that was your favorite part about working in a cafe.

When she leaves, you realize it's finally time to close.

Switching off the open sign, you open the cash drawers and begin counting. Anything extra goes into the safe, and it seems as though everything was in place tonight.

In the back, you can hear Yoongi moving around and you don't question what he's doing.

Cleaning, sweeping, and mopping... Eventually you finish the front and move to the back but you stop suddenly.

Yoongi isn't playing his music.

Raising an eyebrow, you push open the door to the back and see that the kitchen is completely spotless.

Yoongi puts the last of the dirty dishes away and turns to you, "Don't worry, princess. I did it just the way you like it."

"T- thank-" you stutter but you're not able to finish your sentence before Yoongi pushes past you and walks out the door. The bell rings and you realize that he's left. The two of you managed to close in under 20 minutes.

You can't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over you. You definitely we're being a bit too harsh, and it seems to have affected Yoongi more than you thought it would.

Sighing, you push a hand through your hair and walk out the door.

Your drive home is silent. You're not one to overthink, especially when it comes to Yoongi, but you feel the need to apologize.

After your nightly routine, you plop into bed and glance at your phone. It doesn't take much to make you open your contact list.

(Y/N) sent 10:55

hey. just wanted to apologize for calling your music shitty. for the record, it's not. you're pretty good.

Your phone dings quickly.

Yoongi received 10:56

no need to be sorry, i know i'm good.

You don't respond, rolling your eyes and tossing your phone onto the night stand.

~*~*~

Closing the next day was much more simple than before. Yoongi did the back again, but this time you could hear his music playing again.

The beats are much more incredible than you'd ever admit to him in person. His voice speaks melodically to the music, drowning out your thoughts. You find yourself tapping your foot to the beat as you finish cleaning up the front.

The song finishes and there's a sudden change of pace.

Instead of a strong bass line and incredible drum work, a piano plays through.

Your interest is piqued, your legs carrying you to the back where Yoongi stands. He doesn't notice you, allowing the song to continue to play.

"This is gorgeous." you murmur, and a switch flips in Yoongi.

His hands, though soaked with water and soap, reaches up and turns off the speaker. He turns to you, panicked, "N- no one is supposed to hear that one. I didn't realize it was so loud."

"So you're telling me you just...listen to your own music?"

"Well, no," for the first time, you see a blush creep across Yoongi's face, "I play certain songs for you, and there's certain songs that are just for me."

"You play songs for me?" Any resentment you had towards the man dissipated in an instant. Instead, butterflies swarmed in your tummy. Butterflies for him.

He scratches the back of his neck, "Well, I don't play them for me. I want you to see how good I am."

"Humble," you hum, giggling slightly. Yoongi seems taken aback by the sound but doesn't get a chance to dwell as you continue to speak, "why can't I listen to this song?"

Yoongi sighs, "It's embarrassing."

"Let me listen," you begin to walk towards the speaker but Yoongi puts his hands on your shoulders to hold you back, "come on, Yoongi."

Yoongi doesn't give, but you manage to slip passed his hands and fall against his chest. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist and waddling you backwards. In a last ditch effort, you attempt to reach passed him but his grip on you is surprisingly strong.

"No, no, Princess. That song is for me and me only."

The nickname has a stronger affect on you than usual.

"But..." you stick your bottom lip out in a fake pout, "I wanna hear the softer side of Min Yoongi."

Yoongi's eyes dart to your lips, licking his own. You're suddenly aware of just how close Yoongi is keeping you, his cologne filling your nose. He's cute from this angle, his nose is rounded and is tinged with red at the tip. His eyes, though dark, are brighter than usual. He smiles softly, a gentle giggle falling from his lips.

"I can't tell you how many times I've wanted you this close to me." Your heart melts at his words, and you look down to the way your chests are pressed against each other.

"Why didn't you say anything?" you question.

He smiles, "I did, you just didn't listen since you were so preoccupied with your little closing routine."

"My little closing routine makes the opener's life so much easier." you defend, trying to distract yourself from the way his hands sit at the base of your spine, playing gently with the hem of your shirt.

"I'm sure the opener is very concerned with the fact that you make sure you set the forks before the spoons and the knives right after." Yoongi whispers, his tone joking but his eyes glazing over. Even in the horrendous white lighting of the kitchen, he looks beautiful.

"Bite me, Yoongi."

Yoongi bares his teeth and scrunches his nose, "If you insist."

Without wasting a second, Yoongi's mouth latches onto your lips. You gasp into the kiss, but Yoongi's grip tightens and holds you closer.

To say your stomach exploded into butterflies would be an understatement. Your entire body lit up like a Christmas tree, heat radiating from your skin because Yoongi was everywhere. His hands were large, slipping underneath the hem of your shirt and resting on your lower back. He didn't stray any higher or lower, simply planting himself in one spot while his lips continued their attack on yours.

He smiles against your lips, taking them away only to begin his reign over your jaw line and down your neck. Then, he nips.

One.

Two.

Three.

By the fourth, his teeth are biting at your collarbones, but his hands have not moved from your back. You mewl above him, desperately clinging to his arms. Damn your neck for being so sensitive.

"Yoongi," you breathe, "touch me, Yoongi."

"I am touching you." He murmurs stubbornly against your skin.

You whine, "Your hands, Yoongi."

"Hmm," he hums, chuckling, "I like when you say my name."

Suddenly his hands drop down to your ass, kneading it through the thin fabric of your work leggings. He pulls himself back up to your face, planting his lips against yours again as you moan into his mouth.

Yoongi slips his hands between the two of you, hooking his fingers beneath the band of both your leggings and your panties.

"Are we really about to fuck in the kitchen?" You ask, your chest heaving.

Yoongi leans back, taking a second to assess the situation. "You're right, my apartment?"

"No, your car."

"Dirty girl," he grins, taking his keys out of his pocket, "I'll turn off all the lights. Go get ready for me."

You nod, grabbing his keys and walking out of the door. As you're about to reach the front door, it already swings open and Kati waltzes in completely unexpectedly.

Panicked, your eyes go wide and you halt just before leaving from behind the counter. Kati glances up from her phone, "Ah, perfect, is Yoongi still here?"

Swallowing, you nod carefully.

"Great, I need to talk to you both," she turns towards the kitchen, "Yoongi! Get your ass up here!"

Closing your eyes, you pray to god that he's composed himself a little more than you have. Sure enough, he walks from the kitchen and seems just as nonchalant as ever, "Yes, boss?"

"So, I need you two to close for the next couple weeks together. Jackson quit and Woojin can't work nights."

"...and?" Yoongi questions.

She seems slightly taken aback, "Well, I need to make sure you two won't kill each other."

Both you and Yoongi hold back laughter.

Resting his arm softly on your shoulder, Yoongi's skin is still hot against yours, "No promises, boss."

"I'm serious," she scolds, "It's only a couple weeks then I'll never schedule you two alone again."

"Yes ma'am." you put your hand up in a salute.

Working alone with Yoongi for 2 weeks? What could possibly go wrong?

Kati smiles, "Alright then. I'm gonna grab the money from the safe then I'll let you two get back to closing."

You two silently watch Kati unlock the safe beneath the register, taking out the deposits from today. Yoongi's arm hasn't left your shoulder, his fingers brushing lightly against your collarbone. When you turn over to him, his face showing no emotion but his hands doing more to you than you could ever imagine.

Kati turns back, "Okay, be here at 2 tomorrow. Thank you!"

As she walks out, Yoongi's arm falls from your neck.

You turn to him, raising an eyebrow as he wipes his brow.

"I was shitting bricks." Yoongi says, causing you to tilt your head. "Why?"

"You have hickeys all over your neck."

Your eyes widen, your hand flying to your neck, "Yoongi! Do you know how fucking bad that could have been?"

"I know, that's why I covered your neck." He explains, gesturing with just as wild eyes.

"No, no-" you shake your head, "We almost fucked in the kitchen, Yoongi. That's not okay."

"But we were gonna go to my car!" Yoongi's shoulders slump and his mouth is agape in confusion.

"Imagine if she had walked in when your tongue was down my throat."

"Well I would have asked her to join."

"Yoongi!"

"I'm kidding, you know I only have eyes for you babe." He steps closer, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips once again. You pull away, shaking your head.

Despite the fact that it was taking everything in you not to kiss him again, not to giggle at his lighthearted jokes and just follow him to his car, you knew that you had to practice self-discipline otherwise no work would ever get done with Yoongi.

"Are you upset?" Yoongi seems hurt.

"No," you sigh, "I just don't think it's a good idea for us to do anything here."

Yoongi straightens his back, clearing his throat and adjusting his clothes, "Right. Wouldn't want anyone's coffee getting out late because we're in the back fucking."

"Right." you whisper.

Yoongi smiles softly, "Doesn't mean I won't imagine it."

"Such a gentleman," you roll your eyes, bending down to grab your bag, "I'll see you tomorrow."

~*~*~

"Can I get an Dirty Chai with oatmilk, Yoongi?"

It's the first time you had one of those late night rushes that Kati was talking about. There's a line out the door, drunk college students desperate for some sort of carbs to soak up the alcohol. Yoongi is running back and forth from the panini press to the espresso machine while you grabbed pastries and muffins for what seemed like hours.

It being busy hasn't distracted you enough from the past couple of days with Yoongi.

Yoongi has respected the boundary you set-- for the most part. Walking passed you in the small space behind the counter, his hands brush along your back, a trail of heat following his fingertips. Though it's not the most intense of touches, there's a sensuality of it that leaves you nearly a panting mess.

Your conversations have been more open, you continue to ask him about his music and he wonders aloud about your studies. He learned that you were a history major, specializing in paleontology. Ever since then, he likes to ask questions about random dinosaurs. It's certainly cute, because you can tell he's genuinely interested but he's only interested because you're the one telling him.

You still haven't been able to listen to that song that he started, and he insist its because its not good enough for the rest of the world to hear it yet. You're sure its finished, he's just not ready for you to hear what it's about. Something tells you you're getting close though.

Yoongi turns around a few moments after your request, setting a Dirty Chai on the counter. You call out the customer's name and smile as you hand it to her.

"Swap me, babe. My hands are shaking."

Oh yeah, the pet names have evolved as well.

"Shaking?" you question, but you don't have enough time to dwell as the panini press dings and you're rushing to the other side of the front.

Sure enough, as you glance back Yoongi's hands are shaking while he begins handing out pastries.

Finishing up a few more coffees, you call out customer names and the dining room begins to clear out. The line is gone and a few groups sit in the dining room, eating their food.

The second that Yoongi hands the last pastry out, he walks to the back without saying a word to you.

Glancing at the customers, you swallow and follow him.

When you enter the kitchen, Yoongi's taking deep breaths against the sink. He doesn't notice you, so you lean opposite him against the counter.

Leaning forward, you rest your hands on either side of Yoongi's face, forcing him to look you in the eye.

"That was a lot of people." Yoongi breathes.

"It was, but we kicked ass." you reassure him, but his breathing doesn't slow down.

"I think I'm having an anxiety attack," he explains, "can you hug me? P- pressure helps calm down the fight or flight response and-"

You don't allow him to finish, pulling him close to you and wrapping your arms tightly around him. His face buries itself into your neck, his breath fanning raggedly over your skin. It takes him a few moments, but his breathing slowly begins to calm, his heart rate slowing against your chest.

"If its ever getting to much for you just let me know and I'll fly solo for a little bit." you speak softly, your hand moving up to stroke the back of Yoongi's head.

"I can't do that to you," he sighs, "I'm sorry you have to see me like this."

"No, I get it," your nails begin to scratch his scalp gently, "a lot of drunk people wanting food is overwhelming, especially when their patience is non-existent. If you ever need to take a breather then I won't get mad."

"You already hate closing with me, I don't want to make it worse."

Your heart breaks.

"No, I don't hate closing with you. I think I was just trying to hide my feelings." You never expected to say this to him, but at this point you'll do anything to make him feel better.

He pulls away from your neck, a shy smile on his face. He has done a complete 180 from two nights ago.

"You have feelings for me?"

"Well, I certainly feel something." You look down, hyper aware of how close he is to you.

He grins, leaning down and pressing a soft, quick kiss to your lips. Before the conversation can go any further, the bell dings open and both of you jump apart, moving to the front to help yet another customer.

The rest of the night went by much more smoothly than earlier.

Yoongi turns on his music in the front while you do the dishes in the back. He's playing his usual mix, and you find yourself humming along to the songs as they come.

It's not until you're almost finished do you hear the familiar piano notes begin to play. Peaking your head out of the kitchen, Yoongi holds the speaker in his hands and watches you carefully. Slow melodies play out underneath his gentle voice, the lyrics portraying the man's first love.

You cross your arms, soaking in the lyrics as much as you can. His face is red as more emotion plays out. It doesn't take you long to realize that what you're listening to is the personification of Yoongi's passion. A conversation is held between him and the piano, and Yoongi sets flame to it all.

When the song comes to a close, you don't move, or breathe, or speak.

"Oh my god, say something!"

You look up, meeting Yoongi's scared eyes.

"When you become famous can I sell your autograph on ebay?"

Yoongi laughs, "Yeah, you can sell it."

You don't think of a witty response. Instead, you walk towards him and hug him once again. Resting your head on his shoulder, you two sway for a moment, almost dancing with the air. The atmosphere of the empty cafe has become much more calming than it was before.

His hands dance along your spine, "You know, I've never shown anyone that song before."

"I'm glad that my insistence made me the first." you tease, inhaling Yoongi's cologne. He certainly knows how to smell good.

"Your insistence, yes," he starts, "but also your impeccable ability to strengthen my confidence."

"Awe, does Yoongi have a soft spot for me?" you try your best to hide the way his smile is making your heart flutter.

"Always have." He murmurs, his lips kissing the tip of your nose.

"We're not very good at the whole 'not-kissing-at-work' thing." you giggle, feeling his grip tighten.

"I don't want to be good at it."

He doesn't allow you to respond before his lips are on yours once again. Against them, he smirks, "Shall we go to my car tonight?"

"God yes."

With steamy windows and Yoongi's hot body on top of yours, you both completely forget about your surroundings. His back seat is incredibly comfortable, your head resting on his shirt while he nips along your stomach and down to your hips.

It didn't take long for the two of you to move, you listening to Yoongi's every silent demand as he taps your hip to signal you to lift them.

Smiling, he murmurs a soft, "Good girl." before sliding your leggings and panties off in one go.

Now fully exposed, goosebumps raise under your skin. Yoongi is slow moving, his tongue drawing circles on your pelvic bone before biting down harshly. You gasp, your back arching into him.

"How long have you been this wet?" Yoongi asks, his fingers moving forward to collect your arousal. He slips through your folds, pushing a single finger into your aching heat.

You can't formulate a response to his question, because he begins a tormentingly slow thrust into your head, curling his finger upward.

Dipping his head down, his lips wrap around your clit, and he sucks.

Your hips jerk against him, but the pleasure doesn't play out for long before his pulling away.

"I don't want you to cum yet," he chuckles when you whine, standing and unbuckling his belt, "I just needed to make sure you were ready."

"And what?" you bite playfully, "you gonna pull out a huge snake or some shit?"

"I don't think so," Yoongi responds, sliding his pants down his legs, revealing his cock, "it's alright."

It's more than alright. Your mouth waters over the sight, twitching slightly from his arousal. It's curved upward, the tip already a hot red and leaking precum. His hand wraps around the base of it, stroking it slowly. Out of habit, you slide your middle and ring fingers into your mouth, sliding them down your body and to your clit.

You eyes don't pull themselves away from the way Yoongi is skillfully touching himself, thumb running along the tip and a string of saliva falling from his mouth to the tip of his cock.

"You like watching me touch myself?" He asks, his voice significantly deeper than it was before. You nod, not looking away from his cock.

"Answer me." he takes his hand away from his cock and brings it to your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He's willing to sacrifice his own pleasure to get an answer out of you, and for some reason that only turns you on even more. You speed the movements on your clit, moaning softly while you look into Yoongi's eyes.

He clicks his tongue once he notices your movements, grabbing your wrist and dragging it up to his mouth. Licking your fingers clean, he grabs your other hand and holds both of your wrists against your pelvic bone, just out of reach of your heat. He likes playing games, and he likes to win.

"Yes," you finally manage, "yes I like watching you jerk off."

He grins, a gummy grin that makes him seem much more innocent than he is. The words are dirty falling from your tongue but it only seems to heighten the fire in Yoongi's eyes.

"Good," he says, gripping his cock again and thrusting into his hand, "should I let you cum just from watching me?"

Your wrists twitch in his other hand, "P- please."

"Okay, whatever you want princess."

He lets go of your hands and your fingers fly to your clit, desperately rubbing harsh circles while he continues to stroke himself.

As his pace speeds up, he begins to let out soft, subtle moans. Your chest heaves at the sounds, hands shaking while you push yourself even closer to the edge.

"Louder, Yoongi," you beg, "please."

Yoongi bites his bottom lip briefly, a small whimper falling from his mouth while you arch your back, the heat in your abdomen growing stronger and stronger.

Yoongi's hand stops suddenly, "Where do you want me to cum?"

You grin mischievously, gesturing to your core.

Yoongi's eyes widen, crawling closer to you and leaning down, "You want me to cum in your pussy?"

You nod frantically.

"Who would have thought my pretty princess was such a dirty girl."

"Just fuck me, Yoongi." you whine, pushing your heat towards him. Yoongi does just that, slipping his cock into you. You instantly clamp around him, causing his hips to stutter deeper into you.

He gains his rhythm quickly, not holding back as he holds your hips into his back seat and pounds into you harshly.

A deep growl erupts from his chest at your small whimpers, an almost primal instinct taking over him as he leans down to kiss you. The second his lips touch yours, you gasp and feel yourself release. A loud moan of his name falls from your lips as you come undone, pushing his hips into yours with your heels.

Yoongi follows suit quickly, his release coating your walls and his head collapsing onto your chest.

"Holy fuck." He says after a minute, his mouth agape while he tries to catch his breath.

"Better than you imagined?" You feel proud of yourself for having such a huge affect on Yoongi. It's not often does he seem caught off guard.

"Way better," he replies, "the best I've ever had."

You run your nails over his scalp again, feeling him shiver against you, "Maybe if you take me out, you'll be able to have it again."

Yoongi pulls his head up, "When, where, what time?"

"I'll leave that up to you," you smile, "let's just cuddle for now."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

[jimlingss]

Black Waltz [2/2]

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 [Finale]

➜ Words: 13.6k

➜ Genres: 70% Fluff, 30% Angst, Butler!AU

➜ Summary: When your parents pass away in an accident, a family secret is revealed. The only person you can trust and rely on is your personal butler, Kim Taehyung.

The train whistles.   A moment later, the wheels are rolling against the steel rails. It starts slow, a gradual chug like a meander through the street that builds up and races past the town.   You rest your throbbing head against your propped up hand, enduring the nauseating nature of the train. Each breath you take is shallow and you feel your skin warm underneath the pads of your fingers. At the same time, it feels cold and the blanket does little to help.   You haven’t eaten much, not like you could even stomach it now. Taehyung keeps fretting over you — you can tell with the way he glances at you every so often, how he takes your suitcase from your hands, how he asks if you would like tea. You’re too weak to argue with him and insist you’re fine.   So you stay quiet, knowing that soon enough, you’ll be home.   And you bear it for six hours.   “My lady?” Taehyung’s brows furrow and you merely nod as he helps you off the carriage. The coachman is paid and thanked and you’re taking Taehyung’s arm for the walk up the slope to the estate.   “When we get home, draw a bath for me, Taehyung.”   “Will do. You should rest—”   “Y/N!” There’s a shrill shriek of your name that aches your head and you lift your eyes to find your aunt and cousin at the black gates. Aunt Marie grabs fistfuls of her red skirt and stomps over to you. “Where did you go for so long? None of your maids let me inside the house.”   “Good,” you exhale and narrow your eyes at the two of them. It takes each of your laboured breaths to speak. “I thought I told you never to step onto the estate again.”   “Y/N, please.” Hoseok comes forward. “I have something important to talk to you about.”   “Can it wait another day?” You’re about to brush past them, but your aunt doesn’t let you.   “Your father would be disappointed in how you treat your only family, Y/N. You’re not a young child who can throw a tantrum anymore, do you understand the consequences of any of your actions? Yet you have the audacity to try to sever our family ties—”   “Her ladyship has spoken.” Taehyung steps in front of you, shielding you with his larger body. “If you wish to speak to her, come another day.”   Your aunt’s teeth grit and venom-laced words are spat out, “How dare you speak to me this way! You’re a mere butler!”   “Stop.” You grab onto Taehyung’s arm, lids becoming heavy as the seconds pass. But most of all, you’re dizzy. It’s hard to keep upright. “Sto..p.”   “A guard dog!”   There are shouts, but the sounds are intelligible as if they’re farther away from them. As if you’re at the end of a tunnel. Your vision dims, black closing in from all angles to the center of my eyes.   The noise of hitting the ground never comes. Taehyung’s caught you in his arms.   //   When you come to, you’re laying in your bed, dressed in silk sleepwear with the covers wrapped around you. You’re weakened, sweat slipping from your forehead and shivering from chills.   “Miss. Arden.” There’s a doctor looking down at you and once Taehyung hears him call you, he rushes to your side. “Miss. Arden? Are you awake?”   The old man is noisy and you muster the strength to lift your hand mid-air. Taehyung immediately knows what you want and helps you sit upright. You lean on your weight on him. “What happened?”   “You fainted,” he murmurs.   “It’s good to see you’re alert.” The doctor smiles and leans down to his briefcase. He must’ve been called by Taehyung. You hear the clacking of bottles. “Luckily, your illness doesn’t seem to be smallpox. Vicious illness that is. Past the age for scarlet fever as well.”   You wonder if you’ll die. You know your health has never been the greatest. “Is it measles?”   He shakes his head, continuing to ruffle through his belongings. “Fortunately, you don’t have a single rash which tells me it’s not one of the sicknesses out there. Ah! Found it.”    Your eyes dart to how he places a bottle on your bedside table and he closes up the latches on his suitcase. The doctor then takes a seat on the chair beside your bed. “Can I ask if you’ve been...anxious recently, Miss. Arden?”   “Why?”   “I suspect the symptoms are arising from your mind.”   Your brows furrow. “You think I am putting on an act and falsifying my condition?”   “Not quite.” The old man smiles. “I believe the anxiousness and stress from your environment is most likely worsening your naturally weak constitution. Many of my fellow physicians don’t believe that such physical ailments can arise by the mental, but I for one…” He taps his temple. “...think the mind can be quite powerful.”   The doctor takes his suitcase. “I have given you medicine to help with the dizziness and your fever, but you must rest, Miss. Arden. If you wish to live a long life to be as old as I am, you must rest, rest, and rest. And perhaps….have a change of scene.”   He offers a kind smile, but before he can leave, you call out to him. “Please keep this a secret. Unless you want to bear the consequences.”   He nods, still with a warm expression. “I understand.”   The doctor leaves and for once, Taehyung doesn’t see him out. He stays right beside you and the room simmers into a quietness. After a beat, you’re moving, shifting the sheets from your body. But he stops you, placing a hand over your hand. “Where do you think you’re going?”   “My aunt and cousin were here, weren’t they? Something may have happened while I was gone. I should at least write a letter to Min Yoongi and find out if the company—”   “Didn’t you hear what the doctor said? You need rest.”   “He was speaking nonsense. There’s no illness that comes from the mind, Taehyung.”   “He’s one of the best doctors in Trulia,” he deadpans, guiding you down against your will. Taehyung pulls the blankets up to your chin. “So stop being stubborn and listen to him. Nothing will happen if you rest.”   You’re too weak to get up on your own and struggling to only make you more weary. You resort to scoffing at him, eyes pointed in a glare. “You’re stepping over the line, Kim Taehyung. You are supposed to obey my every word.”   “Then punish me.”   You huff out at his challenge. He wants to act like you won’t.    But Taehyung can be even more willful than you and he wins when your eyes start to droop. You hear him tell you to ‘sleep’ and like magic, you fall into a deep slumber.   ...   Unbeknownst to the two of you, Jane is creeping outside the room behind an ornate vase, having eavesdropped on the conversation through the crack of the door.    That night, when not a soul is in the corridor, the girl slips from her room and creeps out of the manor. Her steps quicken down the path leading to the black gates, holding a flickering oil lamp in hand to illuminate the way.   There, outside of the bars separating the world from this estate, is your aunt shrouded in the darkness.   “She’s ill. The doctor said the sickness is from her mind.”   The thin lips of the older woman curls and she snickers before it breaks into a full laugh. “It won’t be long before she’s sent to a madhouse then.” She looks at the maid. “Very good. You’ll be greatly rewarded for this.”   “Thank you, madam.”   //   For the coming days, Taehyung doesn’t allow you out of bed except in times for a bath. If it were anyone else, you’d reprimand them. You hate feeling like a child. You despise being coddled like one. But Taehyung is Taehyung and even he knows that you won’t go against him for long.   Sometimes you wonder who the real master and servant is.   “The cook made you porridge. I told them not to add in any thyme. If you don’t want it, I’ll ask them for something else.”   “It’s fine.” You know Taehyung won’t leave until he sees you eat, so leaning on the headboard, you deadpan to him, “Feed me.”   The corner of his mouth tugs. “If you insist.”   He holds the silver bowl, lightly blowing over the spoonful before it carefully meets your lips.   “It’s bland.”   “Too much seasoning will upset your stomach and you won’t be able to take your medicine.”   “I want that doctor dead.”   Taehyung smiles. “If that’s what you’d like, mistress.”   He blows over another dreadful spoonful and extends his arm. Your lips part to eat and he watches you with a tender expression.   “The household funds need to be looked at.”   “I’ll take care of it tonight.” He feeds you another spoon.   You swallow it gingerly. “The company?”   “I sent a letter to Mr. Min. Your cousin’s taken bigger means to try and take over, but as you let Mr. Min deal with it as he chooses, your cousin went away after a police report was made. It’s been quiet for the past few days.”   “He’ll be back,” you sigh when the spoon is at your mouth, but Taehyung doesn’t give up, so you part your lips. He makes sure to carefully wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “And my aunt?”   “She hasn’t returned. I’ll send her away if she does.”   “I need to speak to Detective Jeon.”   “Then I’ll set up a meeting in the week.”   Once you’ve finish the porridge, Taehyung smiles and leans in close to briefly press the back of his hand to your forehead. “What would I do without you, Taehyung?” you murmur, gazing at him.   “Nothing would change. I’d find you anyhow,” he says. “Now sleep.”   You nod and lay back down with your stomach warm and full.    Your lashes flutter shut and Taehyung slips out with the tray in hand.    Taehyung knows you’ve gotten better. But he needs to keep you from being upset, from having to lash out. And he’ll do whatever it takes.    After all, he doesn’t know how much longer your body or mind will be able to take it.   “B-Butler Kim?” He’s stopped in the middle of the hall as Rose rushes to him. He’s always been able to pick her out in the house. Rose is the shortest and youngest, but also the one who tries her hardest — you weren’t wrong in choosing her.   “What’s the matter?”   The young girl’s voice drops into a whisper. “There’s a man at the front gates…”   He nods, posture straightening, steps becoming firm. The end of his tailcoat slices through the air in his strides and he makes it to the kitchen before walking right out of the manor to the front.    There, Jimin and another maid are at a loss of what to do. But the moment they see Taehyung, there’s almost an audible sigh of relief.   “Butler Kim!” Your uncle is on the other side of the gate, exasperated. “There you are! Tell these servants to let me in! I only want to see my poor, sick niece!”   Taehyung moves his head towards the pair and they take the sign to scurry away while they have the chance.   He opens the latches of the gate and the older man’s eyes light up. But instead of being let in, Taehyung slips out. “My apologies, her ladyship isn’t taking guests at the moment.”   “Guests?!” Seokjin is entirely offended. “I am her only uncle!”   “If there is any message you would like to relay, then please let me know.”   “No, I must see her in person.” He shakes his head adamantly and then dabs the area underneath his eyes with his hand. “Poor, poor, Y/N. I hurried here the moment I heard she was sick. I am the only uncle she has and she is my only niece. Who else will care for her but I?”   Taehyung’s arms are placed behind his back. No one sees the way his white gloved hands curl into tight fists.    Yet he maintains a bright smile. “I’ll let her ladyship know that you send your best wishes then. Although...I’m afraid she may not be able to take your words to heart after you sent a man to try to kill her.”   Seokjin’s eyes widen in shock. His mouth drops. He staggers back.   Taehyung’s height towers over him, his smile frightening.   “Y-You!” Your uncle flounders. “You have no proof!”   “But there are witnesses,” Taehyung bluffs with an unconcerned hum. “I’m sure that man would tell you, right? I may have thrown him off the train, but I believe he is still alive and unfortunately, only severely harmed. But I must say, sir, that you chose the wrong person. He confessed it was you quite easily. Who knows what he would say to policemen.”   The older man is flabbergasted, lurching backwards away from Taehyung as if he’s a monster. Seokjin almost falls down, but grips the brick half-wall as leverage.   “The only reason you have yet to be arrested is due to her ladyship’s utmost compassion. But I must say her tolerance is wearing thin and mine,” Taehyung chimes, “no longer exists!”   “T-T-T-This is outrageous! Outrageous, I say!” Seokjin frantically turns around and hobbles away. He glances over his shoulder and flinches when Taehyung waves.   Taehyung then turns on his heel and closes the gate, strolling back into the manor.    For some reason, he doesn’t think he’ll see your uncle for a while.   //   The next day, there’s a knock at your door while you’re seated at your round table, out of bed against the doctor’s orders and much to Taehyung’s dismay. “Come in.”   A certain maid peeks her head inside. “My lady.”   “Jane.” You perk with a smile. “What is it?”   She grins and enters. “I wanted to ask if you’d like anything.”   “I’m fine, thank you. On the contrary, how are you? Is everyone in this house treating you well?”   “Y-Yes.” She dips. “I’m doing well, my lady. Everyone treats me fairly.”   “Good.” You look at her carefully through sharpened eyes. “If I may comment…”   “Yes?”   “You are quite pretty,” you praise and Jane blushes with a modest ‘thank you’. “It’s not often I have someone so attentive by my side, good work. I’ll call on you when I need you.”   “Yes, my lady.” Jane smiles and leaves.    On her way out, she passes by a familiar doe-eyed man beside Butler Kim in the hall. Yet neither man speaks a single word and as she turns the corner, pressing herself to the wall, the door slams shut. There’s not even a muffle or sound.    She curses underneath her breath and leaves before someone catches her.   “I’m sorry to hear you haven’t been well, Miss Y/N.”    Detective Jeon approaches you, taking off his top hat.    “Yes, well, I’ve been getting better.” You look over at your butler who already has his brows knitted together seeing you up. Your expression warms. “Will you get Detective Jeon and I some tea, Taehyung?”   He bows with a hand over his chest. “Right away, mistress.”   Taehyung swiftly leaves as Detective Jeon takes a seat across from you, placing his briefcase down. “I received your letter. I’m sorry to hear Arthur Kahl wasn’t who you were looking for.”   “What’s done is done. Do you have anything new?”   “Unfortunately I don’t have any leads at the moment. I’m still in the process of tracing your parents’ history and seeing if there is anything unusual.”   “If you ever need something, let me know. I am still willing to pay a generous sum for your services.”   He nods and his doe eyes pin onto you as he leans back into the chair. “I must say there is one thing I am curious about.”   “What is it?”   “If I may pry…” He folds his hands together, brown irises sparkling. “What is your relationship with Butler Kim?”   Your brow cocks. “He’s my most trusted confidant.”   The answer comes to mind without trouble. Taehyung is the only person you can rely on. The person you come to if you have trouble. The person who you know will always be there.    He is your person.   “Is that all?”   You don’t know where he’s trying to get at and your eyes narrow. “Why are you asking?”   The corner of Detective Jeon’s lip curls, melting into a pleasant expression and overly boyish smile. ���It’s in a detective’s nature to be curious. It’s the reason I’m good at my job, Miss. Y/N. I just find it unusual considering butlers and mistresses aren’t as close as you two are.”   Your face remains stoic. “What are you implying?”   “You probably know perfectly what I’m implying.” With the vase of flowers set on the table, he leans over to fiddle with a petal.   Detective Jeon doesn’t seem the kind to double-cross you, or at least he would never risk his professional name to spread rumours about your private affairs. He seems to be genuinely curious, so you entertain him. “Since my parents' abrupt passing, I’ve succeeded my father’s position and become the head of the Arden house. I’ve also become the target of countless.”   “With power comes unwanted attention,” he chimes as if he’s seen it many times.   “People are trying to kill me, use me, dispose of me every second of each hour. I won’t endanger anyone unnecessarily. I have to look further than such frivolous emotions.”   Detective Jeon lets go of the flower petal, appearing more amused than before. “Funny. He said something quite similar.”   You frown, not sure what he’s talking about. “Did he also tell you to get out and stop poking your nose into things you’re not getting paid for?”   The man laughs. “Will do.”   He takes his suitcase, tips his hat as a goodbye and opens the door. He passes by the man that the pair of you were just talking about, and grins. “Looks like I won’t be needing that tea, Butler Kim. I’ll come back when I have new information to share. Until then…”   Detective Jeon strolls down the corridor and Taehyung looks at you. “That was quick.”   “Never mind him.” You beckon your butler over with a single gesture. “Taehyung.”   “Yes?”   “I’m hungry.”   He smiles. “What would you like to have, my lady?”   //   The Arden manor is distinct. Not just because of its sheer size and that it sits on a stretch of green behind black gates. Or that it’s hidden on an uphill climb away from the bustle of the city.   The roof is steeply-pitched, arches pointed and the front-facing gables are laden with a wooden trim. Each part of the house’s exterior is narrow with sharp edges. It was built many years ago, yet it looks like it’ll be decades before it falls apart. Rather, much of the colour has washed away from the stone.   The interior is no different, frequently decorated in dark oak or shades of maroon, from the carpet to the walls. Sunlight does little and candlelight only casts more shadows from the flickering flame.   The only real colour on the estate is the gardens outside.   “Jimin!”   The gardener looks up, holding shears in hand. “What are you doing here, Rose?”   Said girl is precariously balancing a silver tray in hand, but she still manages to grin. “I’m bringing tea to her ladyship. I just thought I’d take the path outside. What flowers are you trimming?”   “Oh just pruning the rose bushes of the late madam’s.” His expression softens. “Lady Y/N doesn’t seem to care much for it, but that doesn’t mean I can let it become messy. This is the least I can do.”   The twelve year old admires the older man’s earnest personality. Jimin seems to genuinely like flowers and tending to them. “When will they bloom?”   “Surely in the next few weeks and when they do, it’ll look beautiful.”   She can imagine it already. “Would you like me to bring a snack for you later?”   Jimin’s eyes become enlarged in delight. “Really?”   Rose nods with an enormous smile. “There’s leftover bread and cheese in the kitchen.”   “I...I couldn’t. Isn’t that for her ladyship?”   “She wouldn’t mind,” she insists. At the Arden estate, she’s eaten better than she ever did back at the orphanage. Butler Kim’s quite kind as well. He doesn’t mind what’s taken from the kitchen as long as there’s enough for you which everyone makes sure there always is.   “Well alright then.” The gardener eases. “But you shouldn’t leave her waiting for too long!”   “Right!” She hurries along before the tea gets cold. “I’ll come back later!”   Jimin waves and Rose enters through the other door, up the stairs, and down the corridor. She almost spills the teacup at one point as it’s rattling against the tray, but she finds her balance and knocks.   “Come in.” The door opens and you look up from your desk.   The phonograph in the corner of the room is playing a muffled symphony of violins and trumpets. It sounds beautiful, an entrancing melody that makes her stuck in her spot too long before she snaps out of it.   Rose ducks her head and comes over. “Butler Kim told me it’s time for your afternoon tea.”   “He really is bothersome,” you sigh, putting down the document. It hasn’t even been ten minutes since you entered the study. You’re not sure what the point of trying to work is when he’s constantly distracting you with excuses of teatime or insisting it’s time for a walk.   The young girl smiles. “Butler Kim just cares a lot, my lady.”   “I know.”   She places the porcelain teacup down, and her hand is shaky as she tries to pour the tea. It splashes on the outside saucer and she flinches, but you don’t say anything.   “Do you like it? The music.”   “It’s nice.” She admits, “I never got to listen to music much before.”   “You can come in any time to listen if you’d like.” At your offer, Roses eyes become rounded and your mouth tugs. “If all your duties are done, that is.”   “T-Thank you! I will!”   You sip on your tea while your eyes flicker down to your paper. Then you set the cup down and direct your attention to the girl. “Do you know how to read and write, Rose?”   Her cheeks burn in embarrassment as she shakes her head. “I know the letters but that’s all. Even then, it takes me a long time.”   “Bring that chair over then.”   The young maid is surprised, but follows your instructions, dragging the chair beside you. You smile at her, not wanting to admit that it is nice to take a break. Or that it’s pleasant to help someone as well. “Write out what letters you know for me.”   She nods and awkwardly grips the fountain pen.   “You’re missing a stroke. Right there.”   “Right here?”   “That’s right. There. You have it.”   A grin spreads into her face. “Can you teach me how to write your name?”   “Mine?” Your brows lift yet she bobs her head twice.    You’re not sure how much time passes, how long the two of you are wrapped up, cowering over the desk with pens and papers as the handles of the clock ticks away. But then Taehyung’s peeking in through the gap of the door with a softened expression and he reluctantly knocks.   “My lady,” he interrupts. “Lawyer Kim is here.”   “Let him in.” You turn to the twelve year old girl who’s visibly disheartened and your hand strokes the top of her head gently. “If you have some time, then practice. Next time I’ll teach you how to write your own name and maybe we can read a book together?”   “Next time?” She’s easy to read. You can see the way excitement washes over her, how she lights up as you nod and you watch her in endearment as she scurries away with the promise.   //   Each morning the mail is handed to Taehyung by one of the maids and he sets it on your bedside for you to go through. But today as he’s walking to your room and shuffles through them, he sees a fascinating letter from a man named Mr. Mark Carter. His brow quirks and he opens it. It’s not uncommon to go through your letters considering he writes most of your replies these past few days.   But instead of being business related—   To my dearest, Arden Y/N, My thoughts have been full of you in the past days. You are as beautiful…   Taehyung rips the page before any more is read. There’s no need for you to waste your time.   “Taehyung.” You call from the corner as he enters and he promptly places the letters down. He pockets the shreds of the love letter and attends to you.    Taehyung helps you get dressed in front of the mirrors, his long fingers nimbly tying your corset before he’s draping the champagne gown over your frame. “You really shouldn’t be out of bed.”   “It’s been two weeks since we came home, Taehyung. Do you expect me to stay bedridden forever?”   “I could handle all of your affairs for you.”   “I know.” You turn around to face him. “But I don’t want you to.”   “I wouldn’t want you to faint again.”   “I won’t,” you tell him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “And even if I did, you’d be there to catch me, no?”   Taehyung swallows hard and you freeze when he suddenly reaches out. His arm extends and he gingerly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Taehyung gazes at you tenderly. It’s much too intimate. “What would be the point if I don’t see you into your old age?”   The pad of his thumb draws down your jaw before he lets go.   You smile softly, skin tingling from his affectionate touch. “Would you still be attending to me if I were in my old age?”   “Of course I would be.”   “Wouldn’t you want to be married at some point, Taehyung?” You move past him to the vanity, taking your brush through your hair.   He watches you for a moment before he approaches and steals the brush from your hand. He proceeds to your hair gently, the way he knows you like it best. “Who would I be married to?”   “I could find you a good match.”   “And risk not being there when you might need me?”   You look at his reflection. “Then how long do you plan to be beside me then?”   “Always,” he answers.   Taehyung’s gaze is fixed onto yours through the mirror, his eyes softened, hands grasping the strands of your hair. Your breath hitches in your throat as something squeezes inside your chest.   You swallow hard. “Taehyung.”   The corner of his mouth curls into a sly smile. “Hmm?”   “What’s…” He’s such a handful sometimes, but you know to him you’re two handfuls. “….that noise outside?”   “I think that’s your cousin crying.”   “And why is he crying?”   “He wants to meet with you. Don’t worry. It’s handled. He tried to climb the gate but Jimin used his garden rake to push him off.”   You sigh, pitching the bridge of your nose. “Just let him in. I’ll see him.”   It’s easy to tell that Taehyung is reluctant and even surprised at your defeated response. But unlike your uncle and aunt who have some shame, you’re sure Hoseok would be there day and night sobbing on the ground. There wouldn’t be any good done if outsiders start to take notice.   You leave to the parlor to have your morning cup of tea and surely enough, Hoseok runs in while panting. You sort of wish he would’ve knocked over the statue by the archway. That way, you could make him compensate you with his life’s fortune. It would be a funny story to tell in the future, but alas.   “Y/N! Finally! F-Finally! Those servants of yours...they almost killed me!”   “They were following my instructions.”   He’s dejected and plops down on the sofa, frantically shaking his head. “I know that Uncle Seokjin, my mother and you aren’t on good terms, but please hear me out.”   The taste of earl grey lingers on your palette. “You want to take over the company.”   Hoseok’s spine straightens. “Y/N, Uncle Eugene would’ve wanted someone in the family to take over. I don’t understand how an outsider could be the head of the company!”   “Don’t bring my father into this,” you snap. It’s easier to be direct with your cousin since he’s younger than you are. The idea of disrespect doesn’t have to play a big role in your confrontation. “He’s dead. It doesn’t matter what he wants now. What are your qualifications?”   “What?”   “How are you deserving of the job? How do you expect to run an entire company? What have you ever done in your life that you would be able to do those things?” you question with your arms crossed. Hoseok opens his mouth and then shuts it. He knows it himself. The fact of the matter is— “You’ve accomplished nothing. If you want the job so much, then interview for it and start at the bottom and learn.”   Hoseok stands up abruptly. “That’s not what Uncle Eugene would’ve wanted—!”   You’re forced to your feet. “Don’t speak about my father!”   “But—!”   You grip your temples that’s beginning to throb. Your head aches and you’re becoming dizzy.   Taehyung immediately notices and comes to your side, but you wave him off. “Bring him out.”   Hoseok is escorted by Taehyung. The former sighs lowly and walks away without putting much of a fight. Dragging his legs. Shoulders slugging. It’s not like you wanted it to be like this. Your idea of family was never an image of distrust or exhaustion. But this is what you were born into.   Taehyung comes back after he’s left. He searches your expression sternly and shoulders your weight when you lean on him. “This isn’t good. You should rest.”   “I know.”   But as you take his arm, more noises come from the other room. In particular, it’s a familiar voice that can only belong to— “Y/N!”    Aunt Marie stomps inside with Jane trailing behind her with a distressed expression.   “What is the meaning of this?”   Jane winces at your tone. “I thought...I thought since you let in—”   “I heard you were ill,” your Aunt cuts her off, holding her head high. She must’ve run into Hoseok outside, but she makes no mention of it. He must’ve ignored her. “It was only right that I come see if the rumours are true for myself.”   “Well you’ve seen me, now you can leave. I’m not taking guests at the moment.”   Her mouth opens, but Taehyung’s eyes fix on her, holding an intense stare. “If you’ll excuse us. Jane, please lead out Mrs. Arden immediately.”   “R-Right away, Butler Kim.” The maid bows her head and your aunt scoffs, not bothering to follow you. She stays in her spot, insisting on keeping an utterly offended expression.   The room empties.   “That dog of hers watches her too closely.”   “Don’t worry madam,” Jane quietly whispers with a growing smirk. “He won’t be able to save her this time.”   The older woman snorts. “You remember what I told you?”   “Of course. They won’t see it coming.”   She hums a low note. “Be careful. That guard dog is perceptive.”   //   The kitchen is filled with a flavorsome aroma, but it’s a frenzy as the grandfather clock chimes throughout the manor. The cook is rushing all over the kitchen with the kitchen maid, throwing in the potatoes and finishing the beef stew. Even Jane is beginning to become nervous as she watches them. That damn son of a bitch butler won’t be happy if your dinner is delayed a second and she still has to put it in.   There can’t be any more delay.   “Here it is! Finally, done!”   The cook ladles the stew from the pot into the bowl and Jane finally moves before another maid can. “I’ll take it up for her ladyship,” she loudly volunteers.   “Go quickly!”   “Wait! I have to add the parsley,” the kitchen maid shouts.   In the disorder, no one notices how Jane looks both ways and slips a vial out from her apron pocket. It’s uncapped and the clear liquid poured in, dissolving right into the broth. But by then, the kitchen maid is already pushing her aside to add in the parsley.   “There we go.”   Jane disguises her smirk and swiftly takes the tray. She begins to head down the corridor.   But as she turns the corner, she nearly collides with Butler Kim. Immediately, the maid dips her head with an apology and he takes the tray from her. “There it is. What took so long?”   “The cook had trouble.”   Butler Kim turns and strides down the hall. The corner of her mouth pulls.   Jane doesn’t notice how Taehyung looks down into the bowl for a moment.   With the deed finally done, she makes her way to the small dining room next to the pantry meant for the workers to gather and eat. It’s perfect. It won’t be long now until things start to happen and she gets her reward.   She smiles to herself before she’s abruptly interrupted— “Did something good happen, Jane?”   The maid doesn’t know where the voice is coming from until she looks down and sees the twelve year old who she doesn’t even remember the name of. But looking at her big eyes and hearing her nosy question annoys her. Jane snaps, “It’s none of your business.”   The young girl flinches and quiets.   What Jane doesn’t expect is how minutes later, Butler Kim returns with the tray in hand and the food untouched. The colour immediately drains from her face.   “Is there something wrong?” The cook bumbles over in alarm.   “Her ladyship isn’t hungry,” he informs and Jane breathes a sigh of relief, but is still disappointed. She curses inside her head.   “I see.” The cook sighs. “What a shame, it was the first time I tried to make this kind of stew. I thought I would be able to get her ladyship’s opinion.”   “It would be a waste to dispose of it then.” Butler Kim smiles. “Everyone come give it a try.”   Several turn their heads at one another, visibly confused at his unexpected offer but they happily follow along with his instructions. The kitchen maid is eager, anticipating their responses, and spoons are quickly passed around.    But Jane stays frozen on her spot and the butler’s sharp eyes quickly take notice.   “Is there something wrong?”   “I...I don’t think I’ll eat, sir.”   “Why not?”   “I’m not...feeling well. My apologies. I’ll retire to the quarters—”   “Surely a spoonful wouldn’t hurt.” Taehyung stops Jane before she can move to the doorway. Everyone’s eyes are pinned on them and she’s suddenly presented with a wooden spoon and a bright smile. “Don’t you want to give your thoughts to the cook so he may improve his dishes to her ladyship?”   “I—”   “It’s a part of your duties to look after her ladyship, is it not? That includes testing her food.”    “Well—”   Taehyung scoops a spoonful of the stew’s broth and it’s forcibly brought to her mouth. “There’s no reason why you should refuse.”   “Stop—wait! NO!” Her arm comes out to bat at it away from her. “It’s poisoned!”   The spoon clatters on the ground and the bowl shortly follows. It shatters, shards of porcelain spraying across the floor and the yellow liquid splattering against the wall. There are gasps and Jane’s breath heaves in and out of her chest. Sweat is gathered at her hairline and she feels the scrutinizing eyes of the entire household pinned on her.   Butler Kim cocks his brow. “How do you know that?”   “I...I…” Jane fumbles with her words, heat rising in her face, colour fading from her lips.   “This is actually a new bowl from the pot.” The corner of Taehyung’s mouth curls. “I would never offer what was supposed to be her ladyship’s to anyone else. So why do you say it’s poisoned?”   She opens her mouth, incoherent words stuttering out, but as she turns her head, searching for an explanation, some sort of excuse, her eyes meet Rose’s.   Jane’s arm instantly extends and she points at the twelve year old. “I saw her put something suspicious into her ladyship’s food! I didn’t know if I saw it correctly, so I didn’t want to say anything. I-I didn’t know she could be capable of doing such a thing….”   “What?” Rose’s eyes enlarge, tears gathering at her lashes. “No! I didn’t!”   “Liar!” Jane screams at her, height looming over the girl. “How could you deny it in front of Butler Kim! Do you have no morals?!”   “Please.” Rose looks at her and then him. “I didn’t do anything like that! Please believe me!”   “What is all this noise?” The shrill cries are intercepted by you entering the room. Jane dips her head as Rose looks to you with pleading eyes. The others ease, knowing you’re here.   Taehyung comes beside you, arm stretched in case you step onto the glass. “One of the maids just admitted something no one else knew.”   “I didn’t do it,” Rose whimpers.   You look around the room and sigh tiredly. You pitch the bridge of your nose and then wave him off. “Leave it be. Surely it’s a misunderstanding.”   “Understood.” Taehyung puts his hand over his chest and bows.   “I’m feeling tired. Bring me to my room, Taehyung.”   He nods and offers you his arm.    Two maids move to clean up the mess as Rose tries to reason with others. Jimin comes to her side, but Jane continues to glare at the young girl. There’s sweat built at Jane’s hairline and her heart is lodged in her throat.   It was close. Too close.   //   For the next few days, you’re afraid Taehyung is becoming more distrustful than you are.   Much to your dismay, he has a bite of your food and a sip of your tea before you get the chance to each time. It’s not as cute as when he did it as a kid — back when he was just trying to get a taste of what he could. Now he’s doing it because he’s overly suspicious.   The last thing you want is for him to become your taster and does in fact become poisoned. There’s not much of a point if he dies and you’re still alive.   But once you make your complaint, he resorts to making all of your food for you, not allowing a single person in the kitchen or to touch your dish. You don’t want to tell him that his cooking is more delicious than the cook’s for fear he’ll continue and overwork himself to death.   “You’re really such a handful,” you mutter, looking up at him.   Taehyung’s brow lifts, wondering where that was coming from.   The pair of you were burning the midnight oil as you were looking over this month’s household expenses and what is left of your personal wealth. He didn’t want you to be here doing work, yet couldn’t protest after your insistence. But in truth, you can’t look over it properly with your mind preoccupied.   You hate seeing Taehyung this way — excessively anxious, on guard, needlessly gluing himself to your side whenever he can. It’s enough that you’re already like that. But you suppose that’s the humorous part. He doesn’t like it when you’re like this either.   You feel like this house is making you both lose your minds.   “Taehyung.”   “Yes, my lady?”   You weakly wave him over. “Carry me to bed. I’m tired.”   “Understood.”   Taehyung leans down and collects you in his arms, an arm beneath your knees and the other around your backside. You lean on his shoulder with your arms looped around his neck, nestling close to him.    He walks to the door, briefly opens it and strides down the hall that’s without a maid or servant in sight.   “How long do you think this will last, Taehyung?”   “What do you mean?”   “Us. Being so afraid and anxious.” You wonder how long you’ll have to be fighting against your relatives and outsiders, if you’ll ever be left alone, if that day will ever come. “Even if I find my older sister or brother, then what?”   “You don’t need to be anxious. I’m here.”   The corner of your lips softly tug and you look up at him through your lashes. Taehyung’s brown irises meet yours in the warm candlelight lamps on the walls. “And let you bear all of my hardships? How could I let that happen?”   “Then don’t bear it all alone.” The timbre of voice is husky. “You can rely on me too.”   “I already do. More than you know.”    If you had no one to truly trust, you would’ve been lost long ago. Taehyung is your saviour.   “You don’t need to worry about what happens afterwards. I’ll go where you go.”   “And if I have no more wealth to my name and I’m unable to pay you?”   “You don’t need to pay me a single cent for me to stay by your side.”   Your gazes meet and his steps slow. It’s much too intimate, and you notice the way his eyes flicker to lips. For a moment it feels like the distance is closing between you and you brace yourself as a kind of sweet anxiousness is sewn inside your chest. But you aren’t afraid.   Then, as your lashes flutter….Taehyung turns away.   His Adam’s apple bobs inside his throat.   Nothing is spoken as the door to your bedroom is opened and closed, and he lays you down onto the bed. “If there’s nothing more you need from me, then rest well, my lady.”   “Taehyung.”   “Yes?”   Your irises connect. There’s pause. A tenseness to the air.    But then you wave him away.    “Never mind. Good night.”   The lights are blown and he leaves while you tug the covers to your chin for warmth.    You’re unaware of how once the door shuts, Taehyung’s back presses against the surface. His eyes close tight and the hands that held you tenderly crumple into fists.   He almost allowed his own desires to overcome his duties to you.   //   The following evening, Rose sits alone in her small room and sighs to herself.    She’s happy that she was brought here to work on the estate. It’s all she could’ve ever wished for — a kind mistress to work for, friends she never knew she’d make, and being able to sleep comfortably with a full stomach. But she didn’t know it could also be this hard.   She really didn’t try to harm you. Why would she when all you’ve been to her is generous and all she waits for are the hours when she’s allowed to sit beside you and taught how to read and write. But she can tell some of the other girls don’t believe her.    She isn’t sure what to say or do to clear her name.   Rose stumbles to her wardrobe and reaches towards the back. Hidden behind a lilac handkerchief is a golden pocket watch. Her thumb runs along the shiny surface and she exhales.   “What should I do, mom?”   The twelve year old doesn’t see the older girl in the hall, chewing on the nail of her thumb, anxious of what to do and how to gain back your favour. And Jane’s eye incidentally turns towards the gap of Rose’s door as she passes.   “What are you doing?”   The door slams against the walls and Rose jolts, startled.   Jane’s eyes dart to the pocket watch. “What is that?”   “It’s nothing!” Rose’s arms jerk behind her back, but it’s too late. The older girl stomps towards her and rips her arm back. She cries out and Jane snatches the golden watch from her grasps.   “You stole this, didn’t you!”   “No! Give it back!”   “Then how do you have something so expensive?! You stole it from her ladyship!”   “I didn’t!”   “Liar. There’s no way you would be able to afford something like this. Your hands are sticky, aren’t they?” A smirk spreads into her cheek. This is it. The way she can gain your trust again. “You’re going to get thrown out tonight on my watch.”   Rose cries as she’s dragged down the hall. She struggles but it’s futile against the older’s strength. Another girl intercepts, asking what’s going on, but Jane pushes them aside.   She’s taken down the corridor, all the way to the study. “Say goodbye to your job, little girl,” Jane mocks and then knocks on the door.   It opens it at your command and Taehyung immediately steps forward the moment he sees Jane yanking Rose’s arm and the latter sobbing. “What is the meaning of this?”   Jane lets go of the twelve year old who has streams of tears staining her cheeks and steps forward. She allows the pocket watch to drop in her hand, holding it by the chain. It catches the light and looks like it glows. “My lady, I just caught this maid stealing from you. I had to report it immediately.”   Upon seeing the pocket watch, you teeter to a stand. The chair screeches against the floorboards.   “Bring it here.”   Taehyung takes it and hands it to you.   It’s a perfectly round contraption, the cover golden, reflecting against the candlelight. But it’s without any engravings, designs or even ridges on the surface. You flip it open to find handles ticking away as seconds and minutes pass. Strangely, on the inside, opposite of the clock is a picture of a beautiful woman you don’t recognize. Most of all, you recognize the surface is worn and there are a few scratches.   Taehyung watches you. Your voice is kept quiet, a mere breath that releases from your lips—   “Where did you get this?”   Jane opens her mouth but your glare flickers to her and the words die on her tongue.    Rose is the one who pipes up, hands scrunched into her dress’ skirt, head ducked down. “It...it was my mother’s.”   “I have a pocket watch like this,” you tell her, rounding the desk and flipping the watch in your hand. “I can tell this is from my father’s company too. At least with the way the handles are crafted and the numbers are written. My father always liked his watches a certain way.”   You continue, “He also never made many golden pocket watches. Certainly not ones without any engravings. It’s much like mine.”   A rush of air escapes Jane’s nose. The corner of her eye moves to the twelve year old who’s quivering in her spot. She is done for.   You step forward, inhaling a breath. “But my pocket watch is cracked.”   Jane’s breath instantly hitches in her throat. Your eyes are pinned on Rose’s face. “I sent Taehyung to fix it for me months ago.”   The pocket watch is not a copy, but a sister to yours.   “Is this really your mother’s?”   Rose nods with a sniffle, unable to understand where this was going.   Taehyung comes beside you, having already caught on to your suspicions. And you lean on him, swallowing hard. “Then if that’s true….you may be the one I’m looking for. You might be my sister.”   “S-Sister?” Rose’s eyes grow wide and a tear hanging off her lash rolls down her cheek. “I….have family?”   It’s all lining up inside your mind and your brows knit together, but you don’t allow it to sink in. Not when you notice Jane’s mouth dropping, how she takes a step back.   “Where do you think you’re going?” you deadpan, turning your head to the older maid and she flinches.   “My lady—”   “You’re fired. Pack your bags. The carriage will take you away.” Your voice drops an octave. “And don’t think of leaving to tell my aunt what you heard here tonight.”   “My lady!” Colour drains from her face. “I...I don’t know what you’re talking about!”   “Do you really think I wouldn’t know about you poisoning my food?”   Jane careens backwards while you take a step forward. “I was framed!”   You ignore her plea, eyes narrowing in on her. “Did you really think I would let go of an attempt on my life so easily?”   She’s frightened. You can tell by the way she shakes.   “Did you think I didn’t know how you would sneak out in the middle of the night to meet my aunt outside those gates?” You loom over the conniving girl. “I knew it from the moment you stepped foot into this house and knocked on my door. Did you take me for being a fool? I let you stay so I could keep my eye on you.”   Jane falls down, back against the wall and puts her hands up to protect herself.    You knew the entire time. After all, you and Taehyung don’t keep secrets from one another. It’s easy to fit the puzzle pieces together that way.   “Taehyung.”   His hand is placed over his chest and he bows. “Yes, my lady?”   You swivel on your heel. “Take care of her for me, will you?”   He smirks. “Of course.”    //   “The story fits,” Detective Jeon tells you as you flip through the documents detailing his findings. “Her mother grew up in London but went to Middlesborough to find work in 1868. The same summer your father went to Middlesborough for work. She passed away during childbirth. ”   You can still remember that summer — you were eight and it was the first time your father left for three whole months. You spent your summer with Taehyung and his father.    “How did she end up in Lennox?”   “The orphanage she was left at shut down seven years ago and the orphans were brought to other orphanages in Trulia. In this case, it was St. Andale’s.”   Your father must’ve found out, maybe through a letter the woman sent, perhaps someone told him. But it doesn’t matter. It’s enough to explain why he would donate so much to the orphanage and how she has a twin pocket watch to yours.   You wonder if your mother knew. If she did, she probably wouldn’t have said anything. It’s not like your father tried to bring her home either. Maybe that’s the reason he left everything to her, maybe he felt a sense of guilt and this is his way of repenting and making up for the neglect.   “What do you plan to do now,” Detective Jeon asks.   You turn your head to him. “Do you think I’m going to kill her?”   It goes quiet and the corner of your mouth curls.    You answer your own question. “No. I won’t.”   Perhaps it’s the sympathetic part of you, but she has no part in this. She has no blame.   You always imagined your sibling to have lived a happier life than you, blessed with their ignorance, without the burden of status. Yet, there to receive the wealth you have spent so long protecting. Perhaps it was envy and anger that conjured such an image in your head. But you didn’t expect your sibling to be worth feeling sorry for. She and her mother were abandoned, and she’s been without family her entire life. It’s harder this way — you can’t be angry at her.   The only person to blame is your father.   “I’ll be sending you over a generous sum as promised. Thank you for the work you’ve done.”   The detective smiles boyishly and tips his hat. “Any time. My services will always be available whenever you need it, Miss Y/N.”   “Hopefully I won’t,” you quip back at him. “I’m quite tired of digging into people’s histories.”   “The secrets never end.” Detective Jeon’s doe eyes twinkle and Taehyung sees him out.   Once all said and done, silence fills the room and you find yourself once more at a loss of what to do. It’s not like you had a plan to begin with. You merely wanted to find who your brother or sister was and get to them before your relatives could. Back then, you didn’t know if you wanted to try to cut them from the will or give everything to them. And now, you still don’t know.   There's a timid knock at the door that interrupts your thoughts and the knob turns. The gap remains small, but you see Rose peeking in.   “Is there something the matter?”   She wears a nervous expression, gripping fistfuls of her dress and she hesitantly steps inside the room. “I...just wanted to see you.”   You’re sure this is as hard for her to get used to as it is for you. She never had a family and you never considered your relatives family. Even when your parents were alive, they were distant. To you, family has always been Taehyung.   You never expected you would have a younger sister.   “Follow me.”   Rose’s head whips up as you brush past her and her steps struggle to keep up as you move down the corridor. You turn the corner, come to the door on the left and enter. “Do you know what room this is?”   She’s been in it many times. It’s where she poured tea, where you listened to music and where you taught her reading and writing. “It’s your study…”   “No. It’s our father’s study.” The words are odd on your tongue. You’re not sure if you’ll ever get used to it. “He used to work in here whenever he got home from work. If you wanted to look for him, he would be here.”   If you shut your eyes, you can still see him behind the desk, never once looking up.   Rose steps forward, able to look around more carefully than when she was just a maid. Her eyes trace against the books on the shelves, the clock on the table, the stacked papers and pens.   “Is there something you want to know about him?”   “Wh..what was he like?”   You lean against the wall, humming a low note. “Everyone called him a respectable man. He was good at what he did. He worked hard, so much so that he never ceased his work. But he was an aloof father.”   The young girl nods slowly and turns around. “Do you hate me?”   You look at your half-sibling, eyes dimmed, expression stoic. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be honest with her. “I did.” She flinches and you look away. “I always imagined I would hate my sibling, but unfortunately, I can’t hate you now that I’ve gotten to know you.”   A cold laugh emits from your mouth and never reaches your eyes. “Funny how fate works that way.”   You stroll to the fireplace, arms hugging your body. “The same day my parents were buried in the ground was the same day I received the will. It promised all the assets, the wealth, the company to you. Do you know what it means to be the inheritor of the Arden family?”   You swivel on your heel, eyes fixed at the twelve year old. “It means people will be coming after you. They’ll speak sweetly, let you hear everything you could ever wish for, and then stab you in the back. Some are more honest than others, but you could potentially fall in love with someone kind and generous, and find out years later it was all a front.”   Her eyes grow wide and you continue, “A maid who saved you today could poison you tomorrow. People are greedy and will do anything to get a step up in life. If there’s anything you know best, it’s the pain of being poor, abandoned by everyone and how desperate that could lead someone to be.”   “I...I don’t want to inherit anything.”   “You have no choice. That’s the way it is.”   “Then what can I do?”   You inhale a deep breath, not sure how to answer. But then your mind strays to a certain man with dark hair, a warm voice and a lean frame who never fails to be by your side. “You find people you can trust.”   “I trust you,” she says within a beat and it startles you. She didn’t blink, didn’t even need a second to think about it. It’s spoken with a kind of sincerity that you aren’t used to from others.   “That’s foolish.”   If there was anyone she should be afraid of, it was you. She’s the black sheep, the illegitimate child, the one who stands in the way of you gaining everything. There are numerous reasons why you should get rid of her and no reason why she should trust you. Yet—   “I don’t think so.” Her gaze is shy but earnest. “You treated me well from the beginning before...all of this.”   “That’s precisely why,” you point out in a cold tone. “I didn’t know who you were. I could just as easily turn my back on you.”   Still, Rose gingerly smiles. Her eyes crinkle and her cheeks puff out. “I have a feeling that won’t happen.”   Your stoic expression wanes away into guilt. She’s naive. But you wonder if it’s such a terrible thing that her world is so rose-coloured when you know what it’s like for everything to have turned gray.   //   Without needing to look up, you can tell Taehyung entered the room. Who else would have permission to come and go without knocking than him, and the way he shuts the door is always soft, his steps even quieter. Your ears are always listening for those small noises.   “Where did you go?”   “I went to pick up the pocket watch from the repair shop. They sent notice that I could come get it.”   “This late at night?”   “Were you waiting for me?”   You can hear the sly smile on Taehyung’s lips and when eyes flicker up towards him, you’re not wrong.   “No.” It’s a lie and by the look on his face, he knows it too. “You’re the one who said you would always be by my side, so I was curious to see you gone.”   Taehyung is amused and you turn your head away from him. “I only left for an hour.”   “You should’ve sent Jimin.”   His smile softens as he approaches with a box in hand and places it on the rounded table you’re sitting by. “They said it was important and if possible, I should come soon, so I thought I would go myself in case something happened.”   “What was it?”   Taehyung gestures for you to open the box. It’s the pocket watch your father gave you in his will and it looks exactly the same as when you first received it. It’s heavy in your hand. “They said while they were repairing the cracked glass, they found out the clock of the watch can be pulled open. There’s a compartment at the back.”   You look up at him, eyes meeting and you pop the front open to the ticking time that’s precise to the second. True as they said, with a bit of effort, the clock opens. And out falls a folded square paper, no smaller than a coin.   Your hand quivers as you rush to unfold it. The letter is aged. It crinkles beneath your fingertips.   You swallow hard, finding your father’s handwriting.   Dear Y/N,   Recently, I went to the funeral of an associate of mine. He was an old friend from back then and helped with the company when it was just myself and your mother. It’s a shame he passed away. Lawyer Kim also has come to ask me about creating a will. I fear I have gotten much older than I realized. Someday, you will come to be surprised at how quickly the years go.   Your mother and I briefly discussed what we wanted for you when the time comes and we are no longer here. It truly made me realize how much of a burden things will be. Your mother reminds me that you have always been a strong child and I must agree. I hope when the time comes and your mother and I are gone, you will know that we have always thought about you.   Arden Eugene    It isn’t an apology letter. It serves little explanation for why things are the way they are.    Your father never makes mention to the half-sibling you had to search for, doesn’t tell you why he left everything for her, doesn’t apologize or express remorse about being so distant.   But the words are sincere, every sentence his own, filled with his spirit. Your eyes sting painfully as the sound of his fading voice echoes in the recesses of your mind and a lump lodges in your throat.   Taehyung softly calls to you and you feel the warmth of his arms.    He’s by your side as you cry.   //   There’s much for you to think about in the days that follow. You’re not sure how many times the grandfather clock chimes and rings throughout the house, how often someone asks you if you’d like to eat something or drink. Of course, Taehyung is the one who always draws your attention and pulls you from your thoughts, insisting that it’s time to go to bed or you should take a walk outside and look at the roses that have bloomed.   Taehyung always takes care of you when you need him most.   And somehow, the spitefulness sewn deep inside of you has lessened. You can feel it when you look around the manor, when you peek outside to the land of the estate, when you wake in the mornings. An exhaustion you thought of as permanent has begun to diminish.   More importantly, you start to worry how you’ll protect Rose. She’s nothing but a scared child and you can only hide this secret for so long. Soon enough, they’ll turn the target onto her.   “Must you protect her?” Taehyung asks.   You know he doesn’t want you to take more onto yourself, to bound yourself to responsibilities that may not be your own. Just as you’d like Taehyung to be free and unrestrained, he wishes the same for you. And it is tempting. To leave her for the wolves, to save yourself, be without obligations, but...   “Yes. I finally found someone stronger than me to continue carrying the Arden name, Taehyung. She can shoulder this burden with me and one day, she’ll be even more powerful than I am.”   It’s simple to assume that she’s an obstacle, in the way of you achieving everything, a smudge to your existence. But after being wrapped in thoughts, you’ve come to understand that the burden of being the sole heir has been lifted from your shoulders. You don’t have to worry if your fragile state ever worsens. With her here, the uneasiness of the future has disappeared.    “Call for Lawyer Kim tomorrow.” The corner of your mouth tugs. “I have a plan.”   He smiles and bows his head. “Understood.”   Your eyes meet again and you place your chin in your palm, arm propped on the table. A smile pulls on your features. “Taehyung.”   “Yes, my lady?”   “How far are you willing to help me?”   “I’ll do anything,” he answers without needing to blink.   Taehyung’s loyalty is undying no matter how many times you ask, but it's been too long since you’ve teased him. He looks far too calm and composed these days for your liking. “Then if I ordered you to strip naked and dance in the city square?”   “I would refuse since it would tarnish your name.”   You scoff lightly and he grins. “If I told you to hold my hand?”   Your arm stretches out towards him and Taehyung closes the distance, coming to cradle your hand gently while he dips his head. “I would be honoured to.”   “What if I wasn’t wealthy, would you still be here?” you ask, voice softening.   “I would.”   “How long are you going to stay here for, Taehyung? I don’t expect you to waste your entire life here.”   His smile is tender, gaze affectionate. “I don’t think it’s a waste at all.”   You scoff again and let go in favour of lifting your arms to squash his cheeks together. His rounded eyes blink and his lips mimic a fish’s.    But rather than a fish, he’s very much like a puppy. Your puppy.   “You know how to sweet talk too well.”   Taehyung’s eyes are the shade of umber. Yet in the candlelight, they warm into a deep hue of honey that you find yourself tempted to stare into for hours on end. Or until midnight when the grandfather clock will chime throughout the manor.   Your hands drop and you lean in to press your lips against his cheek in a soft kiss. You pull away a second later, eyes nervously flickering to him. Taehyung’s visibly taken aback and you clear your throat, diverting your vision elsewhere.    “Carry me to bed.”   It’s just a few steps away — you could walk. But he doesn’t make a single complaint, arms coming to loop around your shoulders and the back of your knees with ease. Taehyung strides over and lays you down on the soft bed, but before he can get far, you tug on the sleeve with a steady command.    “Stay.”   “It wouldn’t be proper.”   “It doesn’t matter.” You muster more of your strength to pull him and he smiles.   “Very well.”    You let him go to blow out the candles and he tugs off his coat, draping it over the back of the chair. You realize it might be uncomfortable for him without his nightshirt, but he doesn’t once protest, so you watch as he loosens the top buttons of his shirt and the ones at his wrist.    You don’t know why you feel so nervous all of a sudden. From time to time, the two of you slept in the same bed as children. But you suppose it’s been a long time since you were children.   The sheets of the bed shift and the bed dips with his weight. You turn your head, vaguely able to see his silhouette with the moon’s cool light coming through the curtains.   You grip the edge of the covers. “Taehyung?”   “Yes?”   “Shall we tell scary tales?”   You savour the sound of his laugh. “So you can’t sleep and I’ll have to be here for the next few nights?”   “That doesn’t sound so bad,” you murmur and turn your body fully to face him, hand pressed underneath your head. “Taehyung?”   “Yes, mistress?”   Your brows furrow and you deadpan, “Call me by my name.”   It’s silent. His breath hitches and you nibble on the bottom of your lip. When you first met, he called you without restraint until he was taught otherwise. It’s been years since you’ve heard the syllables of your name with his husky timbre.   “Properly,” you add.   “Y/N.” Taehyung shifts his head to look at you in the comforting darkness. He enunciates it carefully, in a murmur, as if he’s afraid there won’t be another chance. “Y/N.”   Your chest warms and heat is brought to your cheeks.   The quietness simmers and your lashes flutter, eyes becoming heavier and heavier. “You don’t have to worry about my reputation or tarnishing my name, Taehyung.”   “I don’t want to cause you harm in any way,” he says.   “I know.” Your fingers come out to gently brush the strands of hair away from his forehead. “But soon, we won’t have to be under the scrutiny of so many or worry what will happen tomorrow. Those things will cease to exist. When that happens, will you still be by my side?”   “Of course.”   “Then it’s my promise to you.”   He smiles faintly, trusting in your promise. “I’ll be patiently waiting.”   The two of you doze off and fall asleep. Throughout the night, Taehyung’s arms reach for you and you nuzzle into him for warmth. It’s the best sleep you receive since you can recall.

The room is large.   You’re not sure if it’s because all the furniture is being taken, or if it’s from the bright sunlight coming through the windows now that the heavy curtains are gone. Perhaps it was always this large and the clutter was simply too much.   “Please watch the vase.” Jimin, the good-natured man, is fretting over the men. “It is very expensive!”   You never liked this house much. It’s always been dark. The wallpaper is a deep shade, black trim that matches the hardwood. Every inch of this place is ridden with wealth, the golden chandeliers, the ornate carpet to the glass cabinets full of antiques. It’s quite unnecessary.    While each room is filled with memories — from your childhood spent with Taehyung chasing your giggles and your parents striding in and out of rooms — you’re glad to leave it all behind.    You can finally let it go and free yourself from its binds.   “Y/N!” There’s a stampede, the familiar voice of your dearest uncle. You come to the entrance where your aunt and cousin are fervently following after him. A maid has a panic-stricken face but you lift your hand, allowing her to be dismissed. They must’ve seen the movement, heard the news. “What is happening?!”   “I’m selling the land.”   Your aunt steps forward, mouth fallen agape. “What?!”   “I’ve decided this estate has gotten old.” You stand tall, arms behind your back and for once your stoic expression is marred by a smile. “Trulia’s not where I want to be anymore either.”   Hoseok’s brows are furrowed deep enough to wrinkle permanently. “How?!”   You look at Uncle Seokjin. “It might be time for you to reconsider who your favourite niece is.” You turn to beckon Rose over who’s peeking out from the corner of the other doorway. “It’s okay. You should meet them at least once.”   She approaches timidly, dressed in a fine pink gown that only wealth could buy and your relatives furrow their brows in confusion. She steps beside you and you finally give her a proper introduction. “This is my younger sister, Rose.”   “Hello. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”   Aunt Marie’s eyes widen. “Impossible.”    “No. It actually isn’t.” You squeeze your sister’s shoulder and she glances at you with a small smile. “I managed to find her and I’m handing all the assets and the land to her as planned. I should fulfill my parents’ last wishes, no?”   The surrounding furniture continues to be lifted and taken out by the shuffling workers to be sold and auctioned — from the paintings to the sofa. All you’ll have by the end is a suitcase packed of some clothing and the pocket watch your father gave. You don’t need anything else.   “But it’s still not possible.” Hoseok’s voice quivers. “She’s not married and of age!”   A man you know well interrupts, coming from the dining room. He clears his throat and everyone turns to regard the suited lawyer. “It is quite possible.”   Your aunt meets him within a single stride. “Lawyer Kim! Explain this immediately!”   Lawyer Kim shifts uncomfortable in his spot, putting his weight from one foot to the next. “Well, it wasn’t particularly complicated, but Y/N, here, has become the legal guardian of her younger sister, thereby, allowing her to collect the inheritance. She can liquidate, remove, expand or withdraw as she chooses. That...includes selling the estate and moving elsewhere.”   Aunt Marie swivels on her heel and practically seethes, “She is still unmarried!”   “We’ve gotten married.”   It’s a husky timbre with a certain warmth to the tone that speaks. The room spins around at his voice, commanding the attention of each person, old and young. But Taehyung’s eyes are met with yours and the corner of his mouth is quirked as he descends the stairs, hand skimming along the banister.    For a second — the thinnest handle of the grandfather clock being taken away ticking — no one breathes.   But then Uncle Seokjin breaks out into laughter. Aunt Marie abruptly turns to Lawyer Kim to confirm what was just said. “Is this true?!”   “Yes, I was there as a witness. They wedded three nights ago at the church. It was a brief but intimate ceremony, I must say.”   Your aunt is completely appalled. She blanches, features crumpled and her head slowly turns to face you as if you’ve committed the greatest sin. “You really dared to marry a mere butler? Y-You should be ashamed of yourself! What would your parents say, Y/N?! What would they do?!”    “It doesn’t matter. They’re dead,” you state blankly. “And he is more reliable than any man I would ever come to know. I would appreciate it if you would treat my husband with more respect. He is a member of the Arden family now.”   Taehyung comes to your side and you take a glimpse of him, a small smile emerging on your lips.   Aunt Marie shakes her head, violated and exasperated at your presumptuous behaviour. “I have no words...absolutely...no words. How dare you.”   “I learned from the best.” You smile at her. “Sometimes you must do dire things when the circumstances call for it. Am I wrong, Aunt Marie?”   But really, this is far from dire. You feel like this is the best decision you’ve made since your parents passing. It will be a new start. All the workers will be paid generously for their time spent here. You know many are sad to part, but they’re happy to see you lively again — at least that’s what Jimin told you as he held his hat to his chest and smiled gently.   “And what about the company?” Hoseok rushes to ask.   You shift to him. “There’s no one more suitable than Mr. Min to carry on. So I’ve sold it to him. I trust that he will do great things with the company and he’s promised me to do so as well.”   Hoseok instantly pales.   Your Uncle comes forward with feigned worry. “Where are you going?”   “I haven’t decided. But it will be a place where you’ll never be able to find me.” You want to go far away to a place where no one knows your name. Where they’ll be no scrutiny, no newspapers. Where you’ll be free of the responsibilities that have plagued your mind and made you ill.    “If you wish to contact me, you’ll have to go through Lawyer Kim first,” you deadpan. “I can’t assure my letters will be frequent as I’ll be somewhere distant, where no one will be able to take advantage of my precious younger sister until she becomes of age and naturally marries. They’ll inherit it together without worry that the relationship was built on greed. I’ll make sure I see myself to that.”   You look at your aunt directly. “I’ll ask as well that you not try to plant someone under my roof as I’ll find out.”   Her mouth draws open, face reddened. “You ingrate!”   Her hand raises, arm extending back. But before she can slap you like she wants and knock your head to the side, Taehyung snatches her wrist. He’s faster than anyone can blink and he clutches her back, glare boring into her skin.   Her teeth grit and she rips back her hand to her chest.   You turn on your heel, looking out the window. “I hope you don’t take this all to heart. I’ll always wish the best for you, Aunt Marie, Hoseok, Uncle Seokjin. That’s what my father would’ve wanted.”   Your aunt shakingly exhales, “I can’t believe this.” At the same time, Hoseok collapses against the wall, entirely stunned and your uncle presses his hand to his forehead.   Your hand comes onto Rose’s shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. You look at Lawyer Kim who smiles and then your smiling eyes meet your husband’s.   Today’s the brightest morning since you can remember. The grass is verdant, air is crisp and the sky is a strong shade of azure with the sunlight piercing through the wispy clouds. It’s noisy, but you don’t mind so much.

The train whistles.   The wheels are rolling against the steel rails, chugging along. There’s a bustle inside the cart, families and lovers sitting together, children rushing past. But you watch the storm of verdant out the window, the fields and trees flashing by.   You’re not so sure if you’ll stop at the first platform or the second. But when you do, you’ll take your packed suitcases from overhead and be on your merry way, disappearing into the crowd.   Your eyes stray from the window to the pocket watch in hand. You’re loosely holding the golden chain of the watch, studying it as it swings back and forth. It’s like a clam, but without any engravings, designs or even ridges on the surface. It’s heavy, perfectly new and polished, the time precise.   It’s your most prized possession.   It brings memories of the times your father did look up from his desk at you, when your mother would turn with a smile, how that manor allowed you and Taehyung to run through its halls.   Rose is asleep across from you, eyes shut and breaths leaving her parted lips. She’s much too unguarded, but you’re not sure if that’s something you should try to change or protect.    She tired herself out after being excited to leave Trulia. It is her first time leaving the country after all and she was practically pasted to the windows with wide eyes. You’re happy that you can be here to watch her. It’s still difficult for you to get used to the fact that she’s your sister, but you’re sure with time, she’ll become one of the most important people to you. She is your family.    With a soft smile, you stand and slip the pocket watch into your pocket.   You walk down the cart of the train to the door. It’s heavy to open, but once you do, the wind whisks through your hair and Taehyung turns around.   The three of you chose to sit at the end of the train where there’s a proper place to stand outside and watch the tracks fade away over the curves and horizon. But there isn’t anyone out here aside from, probably because of how chilling the wind is.   You wrap the shawl around you tighter.   “What are you doing here?” Taehyung asks with furrowed brows. “Aren’t you cold?”   You shake your head and join his side at the railing.   He looks at you. “Are you feeling nauseous?”    “A little at the beginning, but it feels a lot better today. Maybe I’ve gotten used to it.”   Taehyung smiles, traces of relief on his expression. Your eyes gaze into the profile of his face, from the dark strands of his hair brushing his forehead to the slope of his nose and the dip of his cupid’s bow. Sometimes you wonder if you’re in a daze, but you realize you married this man.   You held Taehyung to the promise that he would do anything for you. And in return, you’re fulfilling your own promise — by going to a place where you can be together. Where it won’t matter what he was or who you are.   “I didn’t marry you just to get the inheritance, Taehyung,” you tell him while looking ahead at the passing trees. “It was a way to protect everything I care about. Including you.”   His soft smile is heard in his voice. “I know, my lady.”   You shift on your heel, facing him with a hardened expression. “But that’s not all. I married you, Taehyung, because I wanted to go somewhere new with you and escape the titles that have bounded us to our duties. I don’t want to be treated as the lady of the house anymore. I want us to be equals.”   Taehyung sighs lightly and steps closer to you until your bodies are practically pressed together. He has no hesitance. There’s no longer a worry of anyone watching. “That’s impossible.”   Your face falls.   He continues, “I’ll always feel a need to serve and protect you, Y/N. My father left me with that responsibility. It’s a part of my legacy to care for the Arden family.”   You desperately search his expression. “Then is it impossible to be together? Everything that we’ve gone through together. All this time. Everything that I did — is it really impossible?”   “It isn’t,” he murmurs in a warm voice that you’re taken aback by. Taehyung’s face softens and he lifts his finger to gingerly brush away a strand of hair that tickles your cheek. “Those two things don’t have to conflict. And if that’s what you wish for, then I’ll follow you until the end.”   The corners of your lip tug. “Is that a promise?”   “It is.”   You hold out your hand. “Then join me in making my wish come true.”   Taehyung smiles and his plush lips kiss against your knuckles, swearing his loyalty to you. Not just as a butler, but also as your husband.   The two of you gaze at one another as you lean into him and Taehyung’s arms hold you. It feels warmer than you could’ve imagined and it’s all because he’s here by your side forevermore.   The train rides off into the distance until you’ve blended into the scenery.

[wannabemobwife]

Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas- Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Dressed to the Nines

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader Fanfic

-Pairings: mob! Tom Holland x reader

-Warnings: Language

-Words: 3.9K

Background Info- Tom Holland is boss of his mafia and Y/N Holland, his wife, is former mafia boss turned stay at home mom but still joined Tom on his business trips and meetings. They started dating at 19 and were married at the young age of 21, realizing they only needed each other. They have two kids together, both ages 16, Parker and Rosie Holland.

*Realistically to have two teenagers, Tom and Y/N are both in their mid/late thirties but they look like they are in their mid twenties/late twenties alright. What can I say, they have really good genes. I can guarantee that Tom will still definitely look as gorgeous as he does know in his 30’s.

Author note: I enjoy writing drama, so it’s hard to have constant fluff, mostly angst (I hope, at least what I consider angst). The more times where a character almost dies but doesn’t the better to me. This is my first fanfic, I wrote this story based on being married with kids because that is the part of my life I’m most looking forward to. Heads up but there is tons of dialogue, I find that the most fun to write.

Also I enjoy PDA and a personal goal of mine is to be married for 20 years and still want to jump my husband’s bones so there are a bunch of little hints like that through the fanfic. Sorry if your name is any of the characters, feel free to change them in your mind. I know it’s stupid of me to say that but whatever.

Chapter 1: Dressed to the Nines

Words: 3.9K

You and Tom were a power couple. The Hollands, the ones with the most power and the most dangerous. A king and queen to their empire. Lately you had been tackling married life together and had been raising two kids. A boy named Parker and a girl named Rosie both the same age. But nothing could prepare you for what every parent dreads, their teenage years. All the hormones, mood swings and relationship drama that comes with it.

When both the twins turned 16 it was big turning point in your family. Rights of passage as Tom would say. You and Tom threw a massive gala to celebrate their 16 years of being alive. Tom as the leader of his own mob, money was no object and you coming from the family you did and being a former mafia boss, you both had truly opulent wealth. It was the night of their kids’ sixteenth birthday and everyone was invited from family, friends, business associates and even enemies. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer they would say. Tom and tried to keep as much as possible from your kids, trying to give them a normal childhood. Failing over and over again at that. Some nights Tom would come home bloody from beating up someone who crossed him. Or there would always been strange, bulky, built men surrounding your mansion for protection. It was hard to explain everything to the kids, but it was something they just had to do for family.

The party was about to begin, 7:00 on the dot, and the house was decorated to fit a very elegant yet youthful look. Caterers dressed in white carrying bountiful trays of appetizers. Tom and you adored the luxury of their life, even though they knew if they didn’t have all the materials they did they would be even happier. Their family is what mattered most to them. You were dressed to the nines, in a lace gold gown, with sparkly stilettos on. Her Y/H/C hair gracefully laying one her back, without a strand out of the place. And her Y/E/C eyes were beaming, if looks could kill they would. Tom couldn’t help but admire you.

“You know, it’s rude to gawk,” you said and Tom chuckled.

“I’m sorry but you’re just too beautiful not to,” he responded and placing his hands on your hips.

Rolling your eyes and smirking you said “tonight’s the night.”

“I know, should we do it now?” he questioned as his half smile turned into a frown.

“No, let him have this one more night. Without any obligation,” you had been dreading this night for years.

“Alright, darling,” he said as he kissed softly, he just couldn’t contain himself he

found his other half. The person that makes him want to be a better man. His soulmate.

Like any family there are skeletons in their closets but, the Hollands were a whole another story. Tonight was the night, one they had been dreading for 16 years, to be exact. You and Tom’s son, Parker would be tasked with the most difficult decision of his life. One that will rewrite his story. Tom wishes he would just turn it down and do what he didn’t have the balls to do when he was his age.

The day Tom’s dad brought him into the office, he knew his life would never be the same. Dom, his father and former boss of the Holland empire, made it very clear that if he turned him down, he could forget about being in this family. Tom just knows he won’t give the same ultimatum. Parker being the oldest and only son of Tom and Y/N Holland is the future of their family empire. Parker was quite popular, a playboy actually and very dashing. Wearing a black suit with a black tie and a white shirt he look just like his dad with his brown hair slicked back. Being one of the guests of honor tonight he had to look the part. Slowly made his way to the bar before his mother could find him. Desperately needing some liquid courage, he quickly poured himself a shot of vodka and downed it even faster. However nothing gets past, you, Y/N Holland.

“Parker Jackson Holland!” you fumed, catching her 16 year old son drinking.

“Hey, what’s with the middle naming me, it’s my birthday,” he responded a little startled.

“You should not be drinking, ever. You got two years, mister,” you explained.

“Alright, mum,” Parker sounded annoyed.

“Where’s your sister by the way, party is supposed to start in 10 mins,” you said as she noticed all the guest starting to arrive. A line of people already waiting at the door but everyone knew the Hollands preferred people to arrive fashionably late.

“I don’t know. Having a fit probably. Last I heard was screaming coming from her closet.”

“I’ll go check on her. Your father and I need you sober later. Understood?” You exclaimed.

“Yes, mum.” Parker was a good boy on paper but, enjoyed breaking the rules.

Right as you turned away, Parker then started to pour another shot.

“Don’t even think about it,” you said still walking forward. Parker chuckled and set the shot down.

You went to go check on her daughter. You knocked on the door when she heard something shatter. Rosie may seem timid but she definitely inherited Tom’s anger issues.

“Honey? Is everything alright?” You questioned, startled by the outburst.

“Yeah, mum. I’m sorry,” Rosie muttered seeming frustrated.

“It’s ok, oh honey!” You exclaimed, noticing the tears on her daughter face

“I know, this is stupid,” Rosie whispered trying to hide her tear stained face.

“No, no it isn’t. What’s wrong?” you said, genuinely concerned for her daughter’s well-being.

“I don’t know everything, this dress, my hair, my makeup,” she exclaimed frantically.

“Baby, you look beautiful.”

“Pretty enough that someone would want to dance with me?” Rosie whispered. You were caught off guard that your daughter could ever have thoughts like that.

“Yes of course, you are always gorgeous.” You hated seeing your baby girl beat herself up based on her looks.

“Thanks mom, I have a question?” You just nodded in response.

How did you get dad to fall in love with you?” Rosie asked inquisitively.

“Um, I guess was just myself. I didn’t put on a facade and I was very honest and transparent with him,” you answered a little taken back from the question.

“You were yourself? I find that hard to believe. From stories I’ve heard you seemed to be bold, brave and beguiling” said Rosie with a hint of sarcasm.

“Am I not those things now?” You asked, cheekily.

“No you are, just in a different way.”

“Honey, whoever you are trying impress, will love for who you are, ok?” You couldn’t stand seeing her daughter like this.

“Alright. Can you help me with my makeup?” Rosie asked because her previous makeup had been ruined by her miniature breakdown

“Yes, of course.”

Back at the party Tom was making his way around saying hello to almost everyone. He desperately needed to find his son. Tom’s and Parker’s relationship was interesting to say the least. As babies and toddlers Tom was there. He loved his kids so much but as they grew older they only noticed the times he wasn’t there. Only the missed recitals and football games, never all times that had dinner as a family and he tucked them in to bed at night. Parker is closer to his mother and his twin sister. Never really having that man to man talk with his dad yet. The time when fathers stop seeing their sons as boys and look at them as men. Tom approached Parker sitting there with his a drink in his hand, he hoped was a watered down Pepsi.

“Hey Parker, did your mom talk to you already?” Tom asked, not trying to raise too many questions.

“No, she might have mentioned something,” Parker responded.

“Ok, well after cake meet me in my office.” Parker nodded in response and noticed how he tensed a little at the conversation.

Their chat quickly ended when Harrison and his 16 year old son Henry came to wish happy birthday. Harrison is Tom’s right hand man, his consigliere and his best friend. He was more than that, Harrison was family. Harrison’s son, Henry was best friends with Parker and Rosie, ever since birth.

“Hey mate,” Tom said to his best friend Harrison.

“Hey, just came to wish this guy “happy birthday”” he said patting Parker’s shoulder.

“Happy birthday, dude” Henry said to Parker and he returned with subtle “thank you’s.” Parker slightly nodded to his dad to see if he could leave the conversation and Tom let him know it was ok.

“Come on, let’s go,” Parker exclaimed making his way to den where his other friends were.

Harrison was the first to speak up, “Have you told him yet?”

“No, Y/N and I are going to do it tonight” Tom uttered with a low toned voice.

“Geez, do you need me there?” Harrison asked, afraid Tom might say yes. Harrison was there when Tom went through the same process with his dad. Tom’s anger issues didn’t help the outcome.

“I think I’m alright, just family. Not that I don’t consider you family but I don’t even know if Rosie should be there.” Tom justified.

“It’s alright mate, I get it.”

They were both enjoying their night, making their rounds, Tom and Harrison went to get drinks, not beer this time but a scotch on the rocks as this was a classy night. Everything was dandy up until one of Tom’s men, William, came up to him informing Tom of a problem.

“Sir we have a problem,” William whispered to Tom, Tom nodded for them to follow them to his office.

“William, what now? Can’t you see I’m enjoying the party?” Tom exclaimed, closing the doors to his office.

“Sir, Daniel, was found dead at his post outside, shot by a tranquilizer gun, with a note taped to his chest, it’s for you.” William announced and handed the paper to the most important and dangerous man of the mob, his boss.

“What the fuck?” A long silence stayed in the air while Tom processed the news. Awkwardness had filled the entire room as they all awaited Tom’s response.

“For fucks sake, you need at least 3 guards posted outside. NOW!” He screamed as his anger continued to rise as read the note.

“Yes, Sir.” William said promptly.

“God forbid anything else happen tonight, but my wife and kids are the first ones to be escorted to safe house. Understood?” Tom explained as he only was only thinking about his family in that moment.

“Yes, Sir.” William said and quickly ran out before he could get the brunt of Tom’s upcoming outburst. Right on cue, Tom threw a glass ashtray at the wall, it shattering into shards.

“Calm down mate, what did the note even say.” Harrison asked with a worrisome look on his face. Tom showed Harrison the joy and his smile faded immediately. Tom for the first time, in a while, felt fear because he knew he had everything to lose.

Not wanting to deal with the life long headache that is his life. He looked for solace in, you, his wife as he spotted her over by the fireplace and made his way over to you.

“Have told you look stunning tonight?” He said instantly falling in love with you over again.

“Several times actually,” you said.

“Well I can’t help what you do to me, gorgeous.” He said placing a kiss to your temple.

“Hey, have you had the talk with him yet?” You said pointing a finger at your son getting very intimate with some girl.

The girl was Charlotte Owens. Parker and her had been together for almost a year, but you and Tom hadn’t met her formally yet. Your son was very tight-lipped the it came to his private life. She was tall, fair and had platinum blonde hair along with piercing blue eyes. Rosie didn’t seem to like her very much, constantly annoyed by her popularity status and reputation, used to be known for being with a new guy every couple weeks and don’t put it past Rosie to not give her the benefit of the doubt.

“No, remember we’re going to do it tonight. Is something wrong?” He said with concern, worried why you would forget something so important.

“No, not that talk, silly, “The talk”,” you responded. His lips formed an “o” shaped as he realized he would have to teach his son about how to be safe during sex.

“Oh, no. I’ve been avoiding it for as long as possible.”

“Why baby, you’re so good at it. You could give him a few a pointers.” You said, winking at him.

“Wow, love, you surprise me everyday. Speaking of beautiful girls, where’s Rosie. I’ve haven’t seen her all night,” Tom quickly trying to change the subject as they were at a party.

“I saw her a few minutes ago,” you said as a puzzled look grew on her face.

“Come on, let’s go find her and maybe you and I can sneak off for awhile.” He said cheekily.

“Tommy,” you whispered but eventually agreed. Slowly making your way out of the main ballroom to the secret garden next to his office.

Walking very slyly, you both made your way to secret spot near Tom’s office. Where ivy had grown throughout the brick and purple and yellow tulips lined the fence along with giant trees. There was a little wishing fountain that Tom had installed when you moved in, this was their secret spot. One where they could forget about all the violence and responsibility that tainted their lives.

Their intimate moment was ruined when Rosie walked by with some random guy named Connor, not the person she’d hope to bring there. All throughout the night Rosie seemed to be jealous of the attention her crush was getting at the party as he didn’t pay attention to her. Thus, she went find a distraction of her own.

“Oh hey, shh, look two people getting it on over there,” he whispered to her as she dragged him outside.

“Please don’t be my brother.” She murmured but felt like she wanted to throw up when she saw who it was.

“Mom, dad?” Rosie screamed.

“Oh shit, we’ve been busted,” Tom muttered against your neck.

“Hey honey,” You said while Rosie was completely mortified. Rosie’s potential hookup stood there mouth wide open.

“That’s your mum, god, she’s a babe.” Connor said.

“Connor, not helping.” Rosie exclaimed sternly as she pinched his side.

Tom spoke up, “Why don’t you guys go back and enjoy the rest of the party.”

Rosie just nodded and left as fast as humanly possible. She never wants to be that embarrassed again.

“Oh my god, we were gonna get it later.” You said.

“I know, we really screwed up this time. But have you had “the talk” with her yet,” Tom asked.

“Nope, we should both really get on that. What would I’ve happened if they hadn’t caught us?” You asked jokingly.

“I don’t want to think about that Y/N! She’s our daughter.” Tom exclaimed.

“Neither do I.”

“Enough of this, where were we?” Tom interjected immediately changing the subject.

“Well you lips were on my neck and you hand was on my waist, but I think the moment has passed and we should get back to the party,” you said rather seductively.

“Fine, I know you’re right. But fuck, I just want to make out with my wife,” Tom muttered frustratingly.

“Well you can later... in bed.” Winking as you chuckled.

“Man, that kid was right, you are a babe.”he said as he slapped your ass as you walked in front of him chuckling.

“Is it time for cake?” Harrison asks as he came up to Tom and you.

“I think it is.” Tom said and you nodded. Walking towards Rosie, who was desperately trying to erase her self from existence because of the embarrassment she’d experienced a minute ago.

“Hi, honey. Can you please go find your brother? We are going to cut the cake.” You said trying not to accidentally bring up the elephant in the room.

“Alright, fine,” Rosie muttered still a little peeved finding you and Tom like that. Rosie searched high and low for Parker.

Needing some assistance she asked Henry. “Hey, have you seen my brother?”

“Last I saw he was taking Charlotte to the green house” Henry responded.

“Alright, come on, let’s go find them” Rosie said rolling her eyes. Her hand slipped into Henry’s as she led the way. Making their way through the vast yet gorgeous yard. Rosie and Henry found Parker and Charlottes lips entangled together and bodies in a compromising position in the green house

“For fucks sake, how many people am I going to find sucking face at this party.” Rosie yelled, startling Charlotte and Parker.

“What the fuck do you want, Rosie? Can’t you see I’m busy.” Parker quipped annoyingly.

“Mom and dad want to cut the cake” Rosie responded.

“Ugh fine. Give us 10 mins” knowing he will be finished in that time.

“No, you can fuck your bimbo of a girlfriend later.” Rosie said, receiving a grimace from Charlotte.

“Don’t you fucking talk about her like that! Fuck off!” Parker yelled as Henry and Rosie left. Both of the kids had inherited Tom’s angry side.

“Well, you can explain to mom and dad you were late because you were balls deep in in your whore,” Rosie said walking away.

The moments leading up to the end of Parker’s innocence were fleeting. In more ways than one. He wasn’t a virgin even before that evening but, Parker could imagine the task he was supposed to accomplish. The 3 tier chocolate raspberry ganache cake had been cut and distributed to the guests. Happy birthday had been sung to Rosie and Parker. Parker tried to go off with Charlotte again, but Harrison stopped him and brought him to the Tom’s office.

“They’re in there,” Harrison whispered.

“Who?” Parker asked Harrison who was like his uncle.

“Just go,” Parker opened the door to see his mother and his dad sat behind the desk. The door shut behind him.

“Mom? Dad? What’s going on here?” Parker hesitated.

“Son, sit down,” Tom said, knowing this wasn’t going to be easy.

“We have to talk to you.” You interjected.

“Parker, as part of this family, there are certain responsibilities you have to take. It is a tradition in our family that at the age of 16, the sons are brought to light about the dealings of our family and what is expected of you,” Tom said as Parker grew wary. Not really understanding what his parents were trying to convey.

Throughout his entire life, he had his suspicions about his family. Wondering why men followed them everywhere, even on trips to the store for eggs. Why his parents went to work but have never seen their office, only heard it referred to as “the warehouse.” Why everything was always so damm secretive. Scared if he accidentally let some enormous family secret slip with his big mouth there would be repercussions. Never not scared of the harm that could come to his family.

“Your father, is the leader of a very powerful mob. I am part of it too, not just as wife but as his partner. There will be day when he will longer be in position of boss and you will take over,” you asserted playing off of Tom’s words.

“Our family is not only the owners of one of the world’s richest exporting company, we also do business with casinos and own multiple hotel chains. Sometimes our work brings us above the law, but the connections we have are what keep us alive.” Tom explained trying to preserve his son’s innocence.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Parker stuttered.

“Because it is time. Time for you to step up and take your place in this family. You’ve had 16 years of juvenile fun and now this is what has to be done.” Tom concluded.

“What if I don’t want this life. You don’t think I don’t know what happens behind closed doors here. All the times dad has come home with a black eye or blood on his knuckles. Why fuck isn’t Rosie here? She is the same age as me, WE ARE TWINS! Why am I the only one who has to do this. I don’t want to kill for sport like you and mom!” Parker screamed. He couldn’t handle this anymore. There was too much information he had to process.

“Do not raise your voice at your mother! Tom screamed.

“Dad, I had dreams and hopes. I wanted to go to college and travel. Find a nice girl and marry her. Experience the kind of love you and mom have. What you are asking me to do, flushes all that away. You are asking me to give up on my life.

So that’s it, I don’t have a choice,” Parker begged.

“Baby, you have a choice. Nothing is set in stone,” you said rubbing his arm.

“Y/N, you damm well know what will happen if he turns this down,” Tom yelled.

“Maybe this life works for you two, but I don’t want this kind of life. My answer is no. Find someone else.”

“Parker, you know I can’t do that. Take a couple days and think about it” Tom answered trying to stay calm.

“NO DAD! My answer is final, I’m not going to be your apprentice to carry on this heinous family legacy!” Parker exploded. It was too much.

“If you aren’t willing to do what is asked of you, then you can forget about being in this family!” Tom screamed. He did exactly what he said he wouldn’t, he gave his son an ultimatum. Parker couldn’t handle it anymore and left. Needing to forget about the fact he no longer had a say. He was stuck.

It was just Tom and you sitting in the study. They couldn’t understand where the conversation had gone. All their hopes for tonight went out the window along with potted plant Tom threw when Parker stormed out.

“Tom, you can’t force him. You can’t do what your father did to you to him.” You tried to say in a loving tone but it came out as stern.

“IM NOT, Y/N!!!” Tom screamed. He had fucked up. The words spoken tonight have rewritten his relationship with his son.

“Alright.” You whispered trying to calm your fuming husband down.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice, baby.” Tom’s tone immediately changed once he heard the softness of your voice. You just nodded in response

“Tommy?” You asked hoping Tom was now ok.

“Yes, love” Tom said.

“He’ll come around. I can promise you that.”

“I know, darling. That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Then what?” a look of confusion grew on your face.

He handed you a paper, the same one that was found on Daniel’s body, saying “Eclipsing of the Hollands. Let the show begin. Better watch your back.”

It was threat. A play to eventually be made on his life or the life of his family and you all had no idea who was behind it.

Guns, Glamour, and Goodfellas Series Masterlist

[drmmyrs]

The Way I Loved You (Poppy x MC)

Soo bear with me since I think this might be a long series. This part is mostly just establishing the story so there is little to no fluff yet.

But stiiill, let me know what you guys think and I’d really appreciate feedback/constructive criticism. Hope you enjoy and if not, thanks for reading anyways :)) 

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Pairing: Poppy x MC (Bea)

Word Count: 1650

Warning: Little swearing (at least for this part)

A/N: This is from the part before Poppy and MC were paired for a project

Bea had been at Belvoire for two months now, but she still wasn't used to waking up on a queen-sized canopy bed fitted with luxe sateen sheets in a bedroom which probably cost more than her family's house back at Farmsville. She glanced at the clock–11:30 am. She still had some time to spare before her first class. How people managed to wake up early on this luxurious bed made of clouds, she didn't know.

After a few more minutes of daydreaming, Bea begrudgingly pulled herself out of bed. She was preparing her outfit when the smell of heaven wafted through the bedroom door–bacon and pancakes. Like some kind of puppet on strings, Bea let herself be led by the delicious aroma to the kitchen where Zoey was expertly pouring pancake batter on a pan.

"I didn't know I was roommates with a master chef," Bea jested.

Zoey turned around at Bea's voice, and as she saw her, a smirk crawled up her lips.

"Well, don't you look sexy." Zoey eyed Bea up and down with an amused look on her face.

Bea glanced down at her outfit and saw that she was still in her pajamas. "Whatever Zo, not everyone can rock designer outfits even in bed."

"Hey, I'm not complaining. Besides, Spongebob PJs do have a certain charm."

Bea rolled her eyes while smiling. "So, what are we having for breakfast?"

"I'm pretty sure it's lunch. And aren't you supposed to be in class, like, right about now?"

"Nah, my Tuesday classes aren't until one o'clock."

Zoey stared at Bea. "Babe, it's Wednesday."

Bea's eyes widened at Zoey's words. "No, no, no, Professor Roberta is gonna kill me."

Bea rushed to her room and hastily changed her clothes faster than she thought was possible. She contemplated going to class au naturel, but ultimately decided against it. Bea was not ugly by any means without makeup, but in a sea of extremely contoured cheeks and false eyelashes, having no makeup was basically social suicide, especially since Poppy was in that class. Ugh, great. Of course, I'm late to the only class I have with Poppy.

When Bea thought she was presentable enough, she sprinted out the door but not before grabbing a handful of pancakes and shoving it to her mouth, looking like a chipmunk in the process. The T is gonna have a field day if someone saw me like this. Bea slowed her sprint to a stride as she swallowed the last of the pancakes.

Bea arrived in class forty-five minutes late.

"Look who finally decided to join us," Professor Roberta said in disdain.

"Sorry Professor, won't happen again."

"I'm sure it won't. And since you decided to join us so late, you're gonna have to work with Ms. Min-Sinclair over here for your community service project."

Oh hell no.

Sure enough, Poppy was sitting alone, glaring at her, and Bea could almost swear she could see smoke coming out of her nose.

Bea hesitantly sat down beside Poppy.

"Look Poppy, let's be civil about this and finish this project fast so we–"

"We're not going to do anything, Farmsville. I will ace this project and you will stay out of my damn way."

"Like hell I'm gonna let you take all the credit."

"Is there a problem here?" The professor glowered at Poppy and Bea.

"None professor, we were just calmly discussing the details of the project," Poppy responded with a fake smile.

Bea rolled her eyes. Kiss ass.

Once the professor was out of earshot, Poppy sharply turned to Bea. "Be ready on Friday, we're going to a foster home in Middletown."

"Middletown? But that's like an hour away!"

"I don't see you coming up with better ideas," Poppy hissed.

"I–I–"

"I thought so. Do not be late, Farmsville. I don't want you taking more of my time than you already do," Poppy said with a glare before she grabbed her Chanel purse and strode away.

***

Back at her dorm, Bea was resting her head on her hands on the dining table when Zoey arrived.

Upon seeing Bea, Zoey immediately took a seat beside her and placed her hand comfortingly on her shoulder. "Aww, babe. Was Professor Roberta that mad?"

Bea turned to face Zoey. "No, but it was much, much worse."

Zoey raised her eyebrow.

"I was paired with Satan for our project."

"Poppy?"

Bea nodded. "She even wanted to do the project in Middletown. Middletown. That's like an hour away! I mean surely there has to be another community that needs servicing that doesn't require an hour drive with Poppy."

Zoey pretended to think thoughtfully. "Hmm, maybe she finally found a way to get rid of you permanently?"

"I'm serious, Zo." Bea glared at Zoey.

Zoey laughed. "Okay, okay, sorry. But do bring holy water just in case."

Bea groaned and stood up from the chair before ambling to her bedroom. "I'm going to bed."

Before Bea was able to shut the door, Zoey called out after her. "You'll survive, babe! Give her hell for me."

***

Just a few minutes after Bea got back from her classes, she heard the sound of consecutive horns outside which she immediately knew were from Poppy. No one else is obnoxious enough to disturb an entire dormitory. With a sigh, Bea grabbed her things and trudged outside.

When Bea got outside, Poppy's Range Rover was parked at the curb. Bea walked to the passenger's side and opened the door.

"Be a dear will you and don't touch anything, I don't want your filthy hands staining my car."

Bea rolled her eyes. Hello to you, too.

The first few minutes of the drive were silent except for the light rain that started drizzling on the windshield, that is, until Bea asked Poppy, "why are we going all the way to Middletown anyway? There's probably some–"

"Remember that time when I asked for your opinion?"

Bea just glared at Poppy.

"Me neither. So, shut up, Hughes."

"How about you take a day off from being a bitch, Poppy. Seeing that you've had your whole life being just that," Bea rebuked.

The entire car ride was spent with both girls hurling insults at each other that it was honestly surprising that Poppy didn't kick Bea out of the car in the middle of the road.

After one looong hour, they finally arrived.

"Don't get in my way, Farmsville," Poppy warned as she approached the house and rang the doorbell. After a few moments, a middle-aged woman opened the door.

"Poppy! What a pleasant surprise. Come on in." The woman gestured them inside.

Hang on, how does she know Poppy?

The woman led Bea and Poppy to a couch and asked them if they wanted something to drink, to which both of them politely declined.

"So, Brenda. How is the family?" Poppy was wearing a smile that might actually be... genuine?

Bea stared at Poppy in shock. Not only were they on a first-name basis, but Poppy was actually nice to someone that doesn't involve sucking up.

"They're doing great! Thomas actually just got promoted recently so we're gonna take the kids somewhere nice sometime next week."

"That's amazing, send Thomas my regards."

Okay, what the hell is happening?

After a few more polite conversations, Brenda turned to Bea. "You haven't introduced me to your friend yet." Brenda extended her hand to Bea. "I'm Brenda."

Bea wore her biggest smile as she shook Brenda's hand. "Bea. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Poppy cleared her throat. "Actually, we came here for a community service project, and we were hoping that we could throw the kids a small party and maybe at the same time we can do a photography shoot that can be shared to prospective families. Do you think we can do that?"

"Oh, certainly! I'm sure the kids would love that."

"That's great to hear. Where are they anyway?"

"They're actually out there playing with the toys you sent them. Come on, I'll lead you to them." Brenda stood up and walked towards the back door.

Poppy started to follow her but turned around when she noticed Bea was still sitting down.

"If you're just gonna sit there like a half-wit, do us a favor Farmsville, and do it far away from here."

Still in disbelief, Bea stood up and followed Poppy and Brenda to the yard where Poppy was greeted enthusiastically by five kids. She watched as Poppy played with them with such kindness and compassion that she couldn't help but smile as most of her anger towards the blonde was replaced with warmth and some other indescribable feelings. After a few more games where Bea was basically manhandled by Poppy to join, all of them went back inside exhausted. As it was already getting late, Bea and Poppy said their farewells to Brenda and the kids with a promise of returning on Sunday for the party and went back on the road.

Bea had so many questions she wanted to ask Poppy but the look on Poppy's face implied that she probably won't be answering any of those. A few minutes later, there was suddenly a huge downpour of rain that Poppy had to park the car. Bea then received a text from Zoey, and as she read it, a look of dread flashed across her face.

Poppy frowned upon seeing the look on Bea's face. "What is it now?"

"There's a typhoon. We're stuck here."

***

Bea and Poppy managed to find a decent hotel nearby where they decided to stay until the typhoon passed.

"Two rooms, please. And make them as far away as possible," Poppy said to the receptionist while handing him her credit card, giving Bea a glare at the last sentence.

And here I thought we're finally making progress.

"I'm sorry Ms. Min-Sinclair, we only have one more room available for tonight."

[jaehyunsuh]

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MASTERLIST

—pairing: Jeno x reader

—genre: father! au/ romance/ idol! jeno/ dad! jeno/ angst (really slightly)/ ex to lovers?/secret relationship

—words count: 5.1k

—warnings: mentios of abortion/single parent

author’s note: Jeno’s reaction at the beginning of this is obviously fictional, this is just for entertainment, not saying that he would react likes this in real life. Enjoy!

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Jeno and you have been in a secret relationship for two years now. At the beginning it felt crazy and unreal for you to even go on a date with and idol, Jeno is really well known and people can recognize him everywhere anytime, even though of that your love was so strong and beautiful that you wouldn’t choose anyone else to be in love with and to experience this.

Jeno is one the most amazing people that you’ve met in your life, he is so loving, caring, he makes you feel safe, he knows how to take care of you, he makes you happy, he makes you feel safe, you can’t imagine your life without him, he is the best that has happened to you.

Of course dating an idol in secret wasn’t a complete fairytale, but you don’t regret anything and you don’t get tired because you have him, and he is the best.

Two weeks ago you started feeling sick, your stomach felt like it was going in circles, you felt constantly nauseous, you couldn’t eat or smell a lot of things because it felt weird, you would feel dizzy out of nowhere, you really didn’t know what was going on. At the begging you thought it was the flu but after a week you started to get worried.

You decide to go to the doctor and see if you are having some problems with your digestive system or something. He starts with an echocardiogram that let’s him see if there’s anything wrong.

“Miss, I think I can see what’s going on.” He says while looking at the machine.

“Really? great! Tell me, I really want to get better.” You say kinda excited because you just want to get back to normal.

“Miss Y/L/N, congratulations, you are pregnant.” He says excited.

You stare at him with a blank shocked expression in your face. You don’t even know what you are feeling right, what are you supposed to do? how should you react? you have never been a mother, what is happening?

“Well, everything looks good, you and the baby are really healthy. Everything that you are feeling is completely normal either way I will recommend you to go see a gynecologist and they will help you with anything. Once again, congrats.” He says all of that like in 10 seconds and everything is happening so fast that you brain can assimilate how to react at all.

You get out of the doctor’s office and drive straight at home. During the whole ride and while staring at the ceiling in bed all you could think about was ‘how were you going to tell Jeno?’, wow you really messed up. Jeno is an idol, everyone knows that whatever an idol does becomes an scandal, and an young idol, from a big company, super popular, in a secret relationship of two years, is not married and his girlfriend is pregnant is definitely something that would affect him hard!

You aren’t sure if you should cry or what, genuinely you wanted to have this baby, yes, you are going to collage, you are young, but wouldn’t feel bad about being a mother right now, also the thought of having a baby with Jeno doesn’t sound wrong for you. You have thought about having a family with him countless times, Jeno is the kindest and most caring people, he would be an amazing dad and also he loves kids.

It would be a dream to have a family with someone who you love as much a Jeno, but everything depends on how is he going to react, you believe in him and you believe that he would do anything to make you happy.

You sit and look at him in the eyes. “Jeno, I need to tell you something.” You say with a serious tone, trying to contain yourself.

You sit and look at him in the eyes. “Jeno, I need to tell you something.” You say with a serious tone, trying to contain yourself.

You sit and look at him in the eyes. “Jeno, I need to tell you something.” You say with a serious tone, trying to contain yourself.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Jeno sounds worried.

“I’m pregnant.” You finally let this let out, feeling better and much relaxed.

“What? Are you kidding.” Jeno says with a confused yet frustrated look on his face.

“No, I was feeling bad for two weeks so I decided to go to the doctor, and he checked me and turns out I was pregnant, but I didn’t knew how to tell you, but know i’m here telling.” You say this so fast, with a mix of emotions, most of these being fear and excitement. You let smirk out of your lips, because you were actually feeling happy of telling this to your boyfriend.

“Y/n, no, we can’t.” Jeno says looking away from you with a serious tone.

“W-what do you mean?” You feel the tears form in your eyes.

“Y/n, you can’t have this baby, you know how much this would affect me and my job? what if they make me leave the group and the company!?” Jeno sounds so frustrated, you have never seen him like this and it’s starting to break your heart.

“Jeno, but we can find a solution, maybe we can get married and have it in secret until a couple of years pass, people have done it before so can we.” You say while getting up and trying to reach him.

“NO!” He says as soon as you finish talking. “Y/n, I’m 24 and you are 22; we just simply can, that isn’t gonna work.” He says placing his hands in his hips and having a serious look on his face.

“Jeno, but please, let’s try.” You are now crying, feeling so much pain by what you are hearing him say.

“Y/n, we need to get rid of this baby.” He finally says looking down.

You start crying, you feel you knees getting weaker and you sit on the couch again letting all the sadness get out through your tears.

“I’m not going to. I’m sorry Jeno but this is my baby too and I want to have it!.” You say firm drying your tears.

Jeno looks at you with disappointment. “Y/n, but please understand.” He sits next to you and holds your hands.

“You know I love you but we can’t do this now.” He stares at your eyes, while you avoid eye contact.

“Okay, i’ll think about it, I just need to calm down.” You fake to agree, but you already made your decision, you were going to have this baby with or without Jeno, even if it hurt you so much.

Jeno leaves your place and you acted normal, but right after that all you did was cry the while night. You packed your bags, quickly called your parents and explained all to them, same with your best friend Rina, they ended up supporting you and told you they would help as much a they could.

You booked your flight to England that night, you had a couple of friends there who offered to move multiple times and you were finally agreeing, you were leaving at 6am the next day. You deactivated every social media that Jeno had of yours for now, until you felt like coming back. It was really hard for you to do this but there wasn’t going to be other way to do it, if you stayed and had the baby it was gonna a big issue to Jeno and you loved, you didn’t want him to go through that, he broke your heart tonight, but you still lived him and that wasn’t gonna change.

Jeno’s pov

It was already 6pm and he hasn’t heard anything from y/n, she usually gets out of work around 4pm and it’s constantly texting Jeno but, what happened today?. ‘Was it because of what happened last night?’ Jeno thought, yesterday was really stressing for him, it would be crazy if he has a baby right now right on the highest of his career.

He starts panicking and calls Y/n multiple times but it doesn’t even ring saying that the number is out of service, he checks and you are gone from every social media. He proceeds to call your friend Rina who finally tells him that you are gone, that she doesn’t know where you went. He hangs up immediately at feels frustrated at himself, for being so stupid and letting you go, he could have find a solution and have you here but he choose wrong and now he lost you.

He thought about Y/n every time, everyday, wondering how you looked, how you felt, how you were doing, and how lost he felt without you. He wasn’t able to start going on dates after two years passed, but she was still going through his mind frequently. He had to accept that you left and that you weren’t going to comeback but it’s hard.

5 years later...

Jeno went to the park for a rum, he usually comes a couple times a week at 8am, it’s the perfect timing because this early in the morning the only people around are elders, people with dogs and people training, every other person it’s at school or working, so no one would focus on if he is an idol or not. After 30 mins running he decides to sit on a bench to rest before walking back to bis car and go back home. While in here he can admire the plants, trees and flowers that are in the park, the view to the Han River and breath the fresh air.

He keep enjoying the view when he sees a ball flying right next to the bench he is sitting, he get startled and starts looking everywhere to see who could be looking for the ball. While he keeps watching this little kid around 4-5? years old comes running towards him.

“Hi sir, have you seen my ball?” The little kids saya in a broken korean and keeping the word ‘ball’ in english.

He faces the kid and gets completely shocked, feeling shivers running all around his body. The kid standing in front of him looks exactly like him, all he sees is the 5 year old Jeno that filmed all of those commercials and did all of those publicity campaigns. He keeps blinking, trying to go back to reality and figure out if he is dreaming or not.

“Oh, here it is.” The kid says pick up the ball located next to Jeno’s bench.

“Daniel, I told you to stay next to me!” A familiar voice Jeno hears, and he sees a hand holding the kid.

He looks up and looks at the owner of the voice, and it’s her, it’s y/n, the only girl that he has considered the love of his life, probably the best woman he has ever dated, also the one that he let go and didn’t treat right that one night.

“Y/n?” Jeno says confused, with a knot forming on his throat.

You hear his voice and immediately recognize it, you feel you heart pounding really fast, you feel your hands sweet, and feel like you are about to throw up, also controlling your eyes so they won’t form any tears.

“Uhm, hi, jeno.” You say in the calmest tone you can, looking at the man that you have loved the most and that also hurt you the most, but was never able to erase from your memory, and your heart.

Jeno stands up quickly with his eyes wide open. “So, how have you been, what are you doing here?” You could feel the nervous in his voice.

“Oh, I decided to come back, Rina’s family offered me a really good job here and I couldn’t say no.” You have never felt so uncomfortable ever, while in a conversation. You try to avoid eye contact and pray that you can leave soon.

“Mommy, who is he?” Your 5 year old asks in a innocent way.

‘Mommy’!? Jeno thinks, is this his baby? is this his child? the one that he told you not to have?. Jeno could feel his heart flinch, and go all over the place, his knees get weaker and some way he feels dizzy too. He tries to recover and get back on his senses.

“Yes baby, he is an old friend.” You smile at your son and pat his head. “Oh, okay.” Your son answers and thank god that he didn’t do more questions because he tends to talk a lot.

“Y/n, I think we need to talk.” Jeno says in a serious tone. You swallow and take a deep breath.

“Talk about what?” You say trying to sound calm. Jeno looks at you with a intense gaze and points at your child with his head.

“What? why? I have nothing to tell you.”You start getting frustrated but try not to take ir further.

“Y/n, this child looks exactly like me, I think we definitely need to talk.” Jeno says almost whispering, so your son can’t hear him.

“Jeno no, I don’t want to. Don’t you remember when you told me not to have him, you made it really clear, we won’t bother you.” You say in a low tone but still mad because obviously what Jeno made you feel is something that you’re never going to forget.

“Daniel, let’s go.” Your kid looks at you and you gran his hand but Jeno holds your arm and stops you.

“Y/n please, it’s been years, I really want to talk and clear things up, please.” You can feel the sincerity in his eyes that are staring directly at you.

“You can come to my apartment, he can order something to eat and we can talk in peace.” He says. You look at him and sigh.

“Okay, it’s okay.” You tell him

“Great, give me your number and i’ll text you.” You hand him your phone and saves his numbers.

“We will be free tomorrow around 4pm, does that work for you?” You ask him.

“Yes perfect, i’ll see you them.” He smiles, and for the first time in 5 years you finally see again that smile that used to make your day better ams your heart flutter.

“Bye.” You say giving a soft smile.

“Bye, sir.” Your son says while holding your hand and leaving that spot.

Y/n’s pov

When you saw Jeno at time, out of nowhere, never wondering you would find him there. When you saw that your son was standing next to him you were about to faint right there, but a bigger force gave you the strength not to. You fought so hard not to think about Jeno and to get over him for years, but you just simply couldn’t, also the fact that your baby looked just like him, the same eye shale, the same eye smile, laugh, face, everything was just like him, didn’t help either

you definitely didn’t knew how to react when Jeno said he wanted to talk to you, that’s when you remembered everything that happened and how you literally ran away to raise this baby by yourself, your mother instinct came out, you are definitely not ready to have this conversation, you don’t even know if you are ready to let Jeno get into Daniel’s life, but when Jeno asked you, you could see the sincerity in his eyes and you had no option but to say yes.

You think about how are you gonna be able to have this conversation with Jeno once you get to his apartment, the feelings for him haven’t disappeared and the thoughts of him being a dad makes you even happier but you don’t want to dream to much and just wait until you finally met.

Jeno’s pov

Seeing y/n after years and knowing that things didn’t ens up well, just makes him so upset and frustrated. His mind and his heart are a mess right now, when he saw this kid that looked exactly like him and them finding out his mother was y/n, how was he supposed feel. Then coming back to his apartment and realizing that from the time that y/n was pregnant until now everything fits, that kid is his son, a son that he didn’t wanted to have years.

He lays in bed and tries to organize himself, after seeing that small child, so pretty, with the same face features that him, made him feel so touch, also the fact that it has a part of him and a part of y/n, isn’t that kid the best thing ever? He keeps thinking about that one night and how much he regrets everything he said and letting y/n go, but was so young back then, he didn’t knew what to do or how to react, but now he feels like doing the right thing.

Y/n is finally back in the city and back in his life, with his son, he definitely wants to be part of his life, everyone knows that growing up without a parent is hard, and Jeno really wants the best for him, Jeno really loves kids, and always loved the idea of having a family but right when y/n told him she was pregnant he didn’t knew what to do, he wasn’t ready. Now he is ready to fix things up, for the love of his life and his son.

He spent the rest of the day, noon and even the middle of the night thinking about all, he wasn’t able to sleep even a bit at night.

the next day...

Jeno’s pov

He went to the gym to release some stress, he was feeling so nervous about today. He wasn’t even able to eat well, watch tv, or do anything, he would just stare at his phone every 2 minutes to see what time it was.

He cleaned the apartment, went to the grocery store and got of all your favorite drinks and snacks, and things that probably a kid would like, he even went to to a toy shop to get a couple of gifts for his son? ‘is that how i should call him?’ he thought. He studied menus from restaurants so when you were hungry he would already know what to order.

He was planning for everything to be perfect and be able to spend a nice evening.

Y/n’s pov

You woke up really tired, you could barely sleep last night so now your head and your whole body hurts. The day passed and all you felt were constant nauseas, you still loved Jeno so much but you have to accept what happened and move on, you don’t even know if he is even dating someone.

You tried to calm down but now you find yourself pulling out your whole closet to figure out what to wear, it’s crazy to see yourself like this, you are always so cool, but today is different.

You call Jeno and let him know that you were almost there. You inhale and exhale multiple times to calm yourself down. Finally you arrive at find you and your son in front of Jeno’s apartment door. You knock and a seconds the door opens showing the guy with the beautiful eye smile, you felt like your eyes were transforming into heart shapes.

“Hi, welcome to my house.” He says smiling brightly hiding his nerves with his smile.

You smile back and proceed to enter with your cute son. A couple of hours passed and you’ve just have chatted about the most boring things ever, constantly trying to avoid eye contact and feeling the big awkwardness between you two.

“You know? I’m actually hungry, we should order now.” You say

“Oh yeah, sure. I found this chicken restaurant and it also has a menu for kids, is that okay.” He says while standing up and looking for the phone.

“Yes, perfect.” You give him a soft smile. You feel you heart pound fast, the fact that he looked for a place that has a kids menu already made you happy, you really need to calm down, you came to have a serious talk and we don’t even know if it’s gonna end up well.

The food arrives and you eat in silence, just making comments about the food and looking at Daniel who is really enjoying watching tv while eating chicken, which was one of his favorite food.

“Daniel! I actually have a couple of gifts for you.” Jeno leaves to his room and comes back revealing the items behind his back.

“Cha chan!” He shows a big car toy and a really big dog teddy.

Daniel’s eyes open in shook and smiles, he runs to the toys and hugs them.

“Thank you Sir Jeno.” He says with a big smile.

You are all done eating and after a while of playing with his toys Daniel starts yawning.

“Honey, are you sleepy?” You say caressing your son’s cheek.

“Yeah, I want to sleep.”He says yawning again.

“Maybe we should go.” You look at Jeno.

“Oh no, but he can sleep in my room. You know? so we can talk.” Jeno says with a little of nerves in his voice.

“Well, Umh, yes. Let’s do that.” You don’t try to go against it because you know you need to have this talk. You walk your som to Jeno’s room and a couple of minutes later he is already asleep.

You go back to the living room and sit in the couch, next to Jeno.

“So, why are you back in town?” Jeno takes a sip of his drinks.

“Well, like I told you before Rina’s family actually have been insisting me to come back and now they offered me a job here, and honestly I wanted to come back, I had lot of friends here and I missed them, also I love the city, so I thought it was time to come back.” You give him a soft smile.

“Oh that’s great, and how’s the job?” He asks.

“It’s great, i’m actually one of the managers, and they let me take some work home so I don’t have to go to the office everyday, and I can spend more time with Daniel.” You smile remembering how much you love your little boy.

“So now, where were you living?” He says with a more serious tone.

“I was living in England, I met a couple of friends from there in high school and they always told me to move and talked to me about the scholarships, so I went there.” You leave a sigh.

“And how did you manage to study and take care of the baby?” He asks.

“I studied until I gave birth, then I took a break for 6 months and maintained us with money I saved, what my friends helped me with and the money that my parents sent me.” You take a sip of your drink.

“And who helped you take of the baby?”He looks at you.

“My mom stayed for a couple of months, later my friend’s mom offered me to take care of him and she ended up doing for all of these years.” You smile remembering how grateful you were with all the people who helped you so much.

“Wow you really went through a lot.” He looks at the floor and touches his head.

“Yep.” You say in an awkward way.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry that you had to go through all of that by yourself. I was such an idiot for not taking care of you and the baby, knowing that I was capable of keeping comfortable and safe. Y/n, I’m really really sorry for everything. I know I told you to get rid of the baby but I was stupid.” Jeno closes his eyes and takes his head im between his hands.

“Jeno, I know.” You say trying to make him feel calm.

“No, Y/n, I was so blind and I was scared. I didn’t even try to help you and the find a solution I didn’t do anything.” You hear Jeno’s voice break and your heart starts to beat fast.

“Hey, I know that you are being honest, I forgive you. I’m not gonna tell you I didn’t felt bad, you broke my heart and made me sad, and of course, the whole pregnancy and those 5 years haven’t been easy at all. But I appreciate that you are now talking about this with me, really.” You pat his back while smiling.

“Thank you, Y/n.” He stares at your eyes.

“It’s okay.” You smile.

“Now, I wanted to tell you something else.” He says.

“Yeah, tell me.” You say positioning yourself on the couch.

“You are Daniel’s mom, and you are the only parental figure he’s had and I have to respect that. I was really thinking hard about this and I want to be part of his life, I want to be his dad, I’m here, I’m present, I can help you with all the expenses I don’t care. I can take care of him, I’ll anything I should do as a dad if you let me be part of his life.” He says practically begging.

This really made you think, you’ve never had anyone to be part of Daniel’s life like this. You are the only one he had since day one, it was so delicate for you to take a decision like this. You don’t care about anything in the world but your son, you would end up sad if Jeno ever leaves him, so this wasn’t a easy choice to make.

“Wow, that was unexpected.” You give an awkward laugh.

“Yeah, I know, I know it’s hard but believes me, i’ll do anything.” Jeno takes your hands and stares right into your eyes.

“Okay.” You say

“Okay? like it’s okay? are you gonna let me?” He sounds excited.

“Yes, but please promise you’ll be with him no matter what, this isn’t a game, if you make him sad and gonna be furious.” You say in a serious tone.

“No, no, of course i’ll do the best for him.” He smiles.

“But wait, how are you gonna say in public that you have a 5 year old son?” You say nervous.

“Y/n, I’m 29, i’ll find the way and I don’t care what people have to say, this is my child not theirs.” You heart jumps everywhere when you hear him say that, making you flutter.

You spend the rest of the night chatting and catching up.

“And are you dating anyone?” Jeno says shy.

“A young mom, with a kid? I’ve just gone on dates, maybe some kissing and something else but nothing more, it doesn’t even happen that much. Men won’t commit to raising a child.” You take a sip of your drink. Jeno realizes how every aspect of your life has been so hard.

“What about you?” You look at the tv.

“Oh, not much either. After you left I didn’t go on dates for two years, after that just datings but nothing serious.” He says.

“Oh cool, so we are the same.” You laugh.

“Yes, I guess.” He laughs back

“But tell me.” He says taking your attention.

“Yes?” You answer.

“What’s gonna happen between you and I, aren’t mommy and daddy supposed to be together?” He leans closer to your face and you look at him in shook.

“Because I have never stopped thinking about you.” He stare at your eyes.

“Yes, I guess we could try.” You say playfully.

He grabs your waist and connects your lips together. His lips feel so soft and warm, you taste heaven when you kiss him. You have been waiting for this moment for so long and it’s finally happening. You are so thankful that Jeno decided to talk to you, you have always love him so much and now you know it’s the same for him too.

1 year later

It’s been a year since you let Jeno enter Daniel’s and you life’s. Honestly it’s the beat decision you’ve ever made, he is the most caring, loving and supportive dad ever. He surprises you everyday on how great of a dad he is to Daniel, and when it comes to Daniel, it just took him a week to start trusting Jeno fully and after a mont he was already calling him daddy. You are so thankful for having the two boys the you love the most in your life together.

“Mommy! Daddy! let’s go to the playground.” Your son says.

“Okay honey, but don’t run so fast.” You tell him.

You sit on a bench and look at your kid who is playing happily.

“He has grown a lot in just a year hasn’t he?” Jeno says placing his arm around your shoulder.

“Yes, he is so big now.” You say feeling nostalgic.

“And as beautiful as his dad.” Jeno says while winking.

“Idiot.” You laugh and give him a peck on the lips.

“I can’t wait until we make another one.” He giggles his eyebrows and laughs. You laugh back and give him another kiss.

“Daddy! stop kissing, come play with me.” You cute 6 year old says while standing his hand to his dad.

“I’m coming champ.” He gets up and kiss your lips once again again, to what your so makes a disgusting face. You both laugh and you watch him hold your son’s hand.

They start playing with the ball and you look at them filled with joy and loved, you look at you hand and admire the beautiful engagement ring that Jeno gave you 3 months ago. The proposal was simple but beautiful, you were walking around Jeju Island when out of nowhere he asked you to marry him and you obviously said yes. The plans for the wedding have been going well, you are taking things slow so you can have time. Daniel is the most excited about the wedding and always wants to be involved in everything. You are so thankful that everything has been going

so well, Jeno and Daniel have the most beautiful bond ever and you are lucky to have the most caring dad to your kid and future husband on your side.

[1990stae]

Go Dance ~ myg

- series : opposites attract

- pairing : fboy!yoongix x carefree!reader

-genre : angst 

- word count : 1.5k (its short im sorry)

- warnings : drinking, dirty dancing ? cursing/swearing, its a pretty chill chapter. unedited

-a/n : IVE NEVER WRITTEN ON TUMBLR BEFORE SO IM LIKE LITERALLY TERRIFED SO UH, FEEDBACK IS AMAZING YES PLZ GIVE ME THAT

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Friday Sep 28 , 4:30 PM

“ yn c’mon, we never do anything anymore, why not just, this one party..”

“Because the last time I let you boys drag me to a party, there was some guy groping me for half the night because you thought, and I quote , ‘you two would be cute.’” you looked at Jin lightly before sitting down next to Jimin at the table. 

The boys had taken you to your favorite coffee shop as a small bribe to get you to join them tonight at some frat party you were not interested in. You had already decided to go of course, but Taehyung had already gotten you snacks and makeup from Walmart and you wanted to see just how much more money you could get them to spend before they caught on.

“I’d need new clothes for the night, all of mine are old.” you mentioned, taking a small bite from your cakepop.

“I can buy you something, as long as it’s not too expensive.” Jin pipped up. 

“Are you sure Mom? I dont wanna spend your money.” 

“Yea for sure. It's just a small outfit. Isn't it?” Jimin let out a snicker as Jin finished his sentence.

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Friday Sep 28 , 8:47 PM

“You’re not wearing the outfit I bought ?!” Jin exclaimed as you pilled into his car, sitting next to Tae in the backseat.

“ I said I was wearing jeans and a  hoodie. You thought I was joking?” you baited, seeing your friend realize what you had done.

“Hyung, how did you not see what she was doing? It was quite obvious.” Jimin told Jin as the car began moving.

Jin said nothing and turned on the radio as he drove towards the campus housing. You lived a few miles away in an apartment with Taehyung, so the drive was short and sweet. 

As you approached the house, you could feel the bass shaking lightly. Stepping out of the car made it more noticeable. The ground below you shook lightly as you walked alongside your friends up to the house. 

The lawn was littered with people dancing and smoking, all sorts of things you thought were better done where the police couldn't catch you. Once you and the boys reached the house you could feel your ear drums bursting at the noise. It wasn't a pleasant sensation nor was it a good song. You sighed and continued following Jin through the house. Stopping in the kitchen.

“Joon!” Jin yelled over the music, throwing his arms up.

“Jin! You guys made it.” He hugged Jin loosely before turning to his friends. Two of which you recognized.

“This is Hobi, Jungkook, and I'm sure you all know Yoongi.” Namjoon patted Yoongi's shoulder lightly before turning back to Jin. Yoongi took a small drink from his cup before looking around, avoiding you and your friends. 

“Right, this is Taehyung, Jimin, and Yn. Nice to meet you all.”

You heard a small scoff and looked over at Hoseok. He seemed uninterested by the situation, but to be fair, so were you.

“Joon, I'm gonna go dance. I’ll see you guys later?” He asked his friend. 

“Yea! Have fun Hyung!” Namjoon told Hobi before watching his friend disappear into the crowd of moving bodies.

You looked around before finding the solo cups and alcohol, moving over to make yourself a drink. Mixing the Coke and Rum in a cup evenly before hearing Tae speaking to Jungkook about some class they had together. 

“Coke and Rum? Seems boring.” a voice mentioned.

“Thanks, I try,” you replied sarcastically before looking up from where the voice had come from. He kept his drink close to his chin as he spoke.

“I didn’t know you and your friends knew what parties were.” he spoke, this time following it with a sip from the cup.

“ aren't you supposed to be sober? Healthy athlete or whatever.” You commented as you turned your body outwards, leaning onto the counter behind you and watching your friends converse about school and work.

“I don't drink” You looked up at him confused as he brought the cup down to your nose, “it’s Coke. I thought loners were always wasted. What's with the half assed drink?”

“I came here with three other people. What about that screams loner to you?” 

“Loner, stoner, same difference really.” he brought the drink back up to his mouth before taking a sip.

“Why are you here if you don't drink?” You knew he was popular, and that he often went to these types of parties. But you only went when forced, and your plan was always to get waisted. 

He looked upward towards the crowd of dancing bodies, “because girls do,” he said to you before sitting his drink down and moving into the room crowded by people.

Jin noticed the separation of you and Yoongi and moved over to where you were standing, taking your drink from your hand and taking a quick drink before handing it back.

“I'm guessing that didn't go too well.”

“Whatever could you mean? It went amazingly. We’re getting married this spring.” you said with a side eye, moving your attention down to your phone and swiping away the notifications.

“He’s really not that bad, yn. Give him a chance. He’s just a bit cocky ya know?” Jin tried, looking at you with small, pleading eyes.

“Why do you want me close to him? He’s pretentious and annoying.”

“Don't ask questions. Go dance,” Jin grabbed the drink from your hand before pushing you away from the counter. You sighed and moved to where you saw Taehyung and Jimin dancing. 

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Friday Sep 28 , 11:24 PM

Once the three of you were together you felt ease rush over you, being with two of your best friends at a party was a feeling you enjoyed. A feeling you felt to cherish. Tae and Jimin were two of the most free spirited people you knew and being around them just seemed to make you feel free as well.

It wasn't long before you three were joined by Jin. Laughing at the people who seemed to lack rhythm and coordination. Jin mocking their dance moves to make you all smile. Jimin and Tae avoided the girls who came up to them. 

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed him, surrounded by girls, as he practically just stood there, enjoying it. A small scoff escaped your mouth as you watched his eyes scan them as they moved around him. 

The situation was corny and gross enough with him finding you in the crowd, your head turned toward him. This small thing boosted his ego, an ego that was already inflated. A smirk planted on his face as he began moving against the bodies surrounding him, holding eye contact with you for the entirety of the song that happened to be playing.

Jimin seemed to notice the smug expression on Yoongi's face as he pulled you closer into him and danced with you pressed to him. 

One of your favorite things about the friends you kept, was that they never seemed to ask questions or doubt each other, just simply followed along. So when Taehyung's arms snaked around you as he stood in front of you, and Jin moved closer into you, you thanked whatever demon or devil sent them to you, because as you turn your attention away from Yoongi and towards your friends who were, in all honesty, helping you do a softcore porn at this point, you heard the girls around him make sad noises. 

By the time the song had ended, Yoongi had disappeared from the living room and you didn’t particularly care. 

“So, who were we seducing?” Tae asked you, shifting away from the close position. 

“Everyone, we were fucking hot.” Jin remarked.

“Yoongi was being a bitch, didn’t think our little yn should have to put up with a bitch boy playing games.” Jimin told the boys before smiling at you.

“I believe whatever we were doing seemed to work because.. Mr. Min is missing and you’re still here. “ Jin teased before walking back to the kitchen, followed by you and the other two.

“I’m bored, can we leave?” you said, pouring yourself a new drink and facing them. They looked as tired as you did. 

“Leaving so soon? No after party?” Yoongi's voice chimed from behind the counter.

“Hmm, yea i think so. There isn't anything interesting here, besides the boys,” you paused and brought your cup up to your mouth, “and there aren't many interesting boys either.” 

You walked out of the house, followed by your friends and all settling into Jin’s car. 

It was tradition, to say the least, to spend nights at your and Taes apartment after late nights, and although it was only a little after 12, no one felt like going home alone. 

You oddly enjoyed this party more than the others you had been to, which was saying a lot seeing as you never liked attending the ‘popular kids’ parties. Not until now.