#when i said Kyra would eat anything I meant it

[angelwishess]

Imagine this.

Floyd gets hit on by some rando, and they slip him a piece of paper with their number on it. Kyra grabs it and eats it. Right in front of them. She says nothing. She just keeps chewing. Then she swallows the entire thing, staring at them. “That tasted like shit.”

And Floyd just loses it and starts laughing so hard hes crouching down on the floor with tears in his eyes

The end !!!

[iloveyoukyra]

4/3/24 2:41pm

Again a lot of shit happened so I’m just gonna sum it up. Edit: omg it’s so long I’m sorry

I forgot exactly how it happened I think we just scheduled to talk. We talked and I finally dropped the bomb I’m leaving for a while very soon. I started crying, I was very upset and I didn’t want to go. I miss you and I like it here better and I just don’t want to go. You comforted me and I retracted saying if you don’t want to give me this I don’t want it, I rather you leave. You comforted me and again you got affectionate. You let me kiss your neck and such and you did the same. You said I can’t kiss you on the lips and I respected that boundary. You were the one who broke it, even making it a bit sexual. You bit me making me moan, and you left marks. It made me so upset because I just wanted anything you’d give me even if it physically hurt. You also leaned me back on the bed kissing me. It felt so good. It confused me but I was ok with it. We ate, sat on the porch, and got ice cream. I asked something like what are we gonna do when we get home? And you got mad you said that you have stuff to do and that this is it. You then expressed that I should be fine with what you offer and not expect so much, and should respect your boundaries. You also said it’s emotionally manipulative because it makes you feel guilty. I explained that I asked that because I wanted to clarify what we are doing as in, are we doing something or should I get ready for bed, I wasn’t proposing anything more or begging for more and that I wasn’t trying to make you feel guilty. On the car ride home I got upset and expressed how sad I was and I didn’t want to do this. I was really upset. You snapped at me saying “this is your choice, I don’t like how you’re trying to emotionally manipulate me to feel guilty” and I was genuinely confused. I was just trying to confide in you, I apologized and tried explaining it.

The entire night you’d sprinkle in little bits of sexually charged things but then would follow up with hurtful things. Like “eventually you’ll want another girl to do this”. I don’t get why’d you’d ruin the moment for me like that after you see how much it meant to me. I also noticed when we were “spending time” together like eating or hanging out on the porch, you were on your phone ignoring me and texting others when I was trying to engage. It reminded me about how this was an issue we had in our relationship and it made me sad seeing it still persistent outside it too. It made me think a lot about how maybe I’m that boring or undeserving, but I know that’s not true. I deserve basic human respect and you just can’t give that to me sometimes. It made me think about how I shouldn’t have to sit there and feel horrible. It made me sad seeing you treat me like that Kyra. I just was unhappy seeing you treat me poorly all night, accusing me of this and that and then treating me with little respect, then just doing whatever you wanted to me without even really asking when I always do. It was uncomfortable to watch but needed.

I forgot exactly what happened between us these next days, I think we were in minimal contact and I hung out with my friends a bit.

I believe you bread crumbed me again and I got pissed so I stopped reciprocating. You tried to hug me without asking and I pushed you off and said no. I was mad because when I do it I always ask but when you do, you don’t?

When I was hanging out with them I told them how ugly I felt and they freaked out on me. They all told me that I was very attractive and stuff. I though they were just saying to make a bro feel better. One of them asked me a question that made me really uncomfortable they asked “do you think you’re ugly? Or did she make you feel ugly?”. I don’t think I’m the most attractive so yeah it’s also a me issue, but I remember reading through my journal always criticizing myself for not being attractive enough for you. I always seemed to think I was unattractive because of how inconsistent your affection and attention was. It always felt like I had to fight for it in some way and it was because I was lacking. I was so hard on myself. I was so unhappy with myself. It made me so upset to come to terms with this. My friends gave me so much reassurance so quickly and so easily.

It was a difficult night for me. I hung out with another friend that night and we talked a lot about it. She’s a great listener. I HATE talking about it and you. I don’t like to. I don’t like thinking about it even. Talking about it made me feel sad and confused. My friend started crying and I did a bit too but I cried because I was beginning to realize what was happening to me.

I gave you back your stuff and you started to panic. I still have more stuff to give you unfortunately.

While you were panicking all of a sudden you became very affectionate. Crying into me and you started to hold me and just cry. It was very confusing because earlier that week you pushed me away saying it was wrong, or too much for you, then you switched up again. You told me how much of an asshole I was being because I was giving back gifts, love letters, photos. You asked me what to do with them and I said throw them away or keep them I don’t want them. Lies. I want them. I still do. I can’t do it right now, and I can’t keep them physically near me anymore. I don’t trust myself. You yelled at me to get out and I did.

I knocked on your door again to give you more stuff and You told me how much you miss me rn and how you’re going to miss me when I leave. You kept saying I don’t want you to go and begged me not to. The switch up is crazy for me. A couple days prior you were hostile about it “this is your choice, you’re making this decision!” now your upset? It’s confusing. You asked me if I still loved you and I knew what I wanted to say but I felt my teeth grit and I said “I asked you that a couple of days ago, and you responded with “I don’t know what love is”, I wonder how that made me feel?” And you just began to cry more and started trying to explain why you said that but I stopped listening. You then said “you’re right I don’t deserve to know I’m a bad person.” And to that I said nothing. I just held you. There was a lot more that happened. We talked about our relationship for a bit. You asked me how could I go from begging for you one day to wanting nothing to do with you

Then you were like you need to leave. You said something about reaching out to me. I said I wouldn’t and you asked if I was blocking you and I told you this is something for me to decide once I leave. I’m not reaching out again. I’ve begged, embarrassed and humiliated myself to get a lick of your attention, even when I do it doesn’t feel like you value my presence anyways. If you want me you have to prove that to me. It was horribly difficult for me.

I know 2 days ago I think we were supposed to hangout and we just cuddled and loved on each other. I asked you why the switch up, what happened to “this is wrong, pushing me away, telling me to leave.�� You said now that you understand I understand “this is over” you feel more comfortable showing how you truly feel. That whole thing doesn’t make any sense to me but I didn’t care at the moment. Now it just sounds wrong and doesn’t sit right with me. It felt good at the time. You then made it sexual. You said you wanted to and I said I did too. I gave you what you wanted but when it was my turn you expressed how you wanted to but you didn’t feel good. I’m not upset about that at all. I get it. I noticed that the last 2 times it’s been like that though and I feel insecure/scared you’re just using me a bit. Then you said you felt like you were going to throw up and left. I felt sad, embarrassed, ashamed, and confused. I’m not accusing you of anything, I’m not asking for more, I understand and respect your boundaries, but it seems like when you don’t want to reciprocate you just toss me to the side after you get what you want. It hurts to secretly feel this way. It’s embarrassing.

After that you’ve been asking me everyday if I’m going to leave. You keep telling me you want to see me. It makes me scared and nervous. You also have been affectionate every time I see you almost, even sexual. I got changed yesterday and you felt me up before I left. You’ll tell me you love me, you miss me etc. it’s complete whiplash. I’m used to cowering in my room to avoid you but now it’s like I don’t need to.

Yesterday was not fun for me. It was mental torment. We hung out for a min in the morning and then you told me to leave and I left. I went to the doctors and the mall and had fun! I came home and you were affectionate felt me up when I got changed into my bathing suit then said you had something to do you’ll see me maybe tomorrow. I was like ok and left to hangout with a friend. We went on a picnic and smoked a bit. We just talked about life. It was nice. I felt happy to be valued and listened to! I genuinely had lots of fun even though the bugs were AWFUL. Well, things shifted. She asked me if I wanted to cuddle and I said I’d be ok holding hands if that’s ok. We held hands and she started to feel my muscles (I was wearing a tight tank top). She said she has never felt muscles before and she said mine were really nice, even joked asking if I was flexing. It was very flattering and I felt myself feel gooey inside. I was working really hard on myself, I know I could see it, but I didn’t know if any one else could. That made me feel really happy. I genuinely felt a little joy!!! Somehow she moved from my arms to my stomach and chest and she said in a soft tone “you feel really nice” and I laughed and thanked her saying I better bc it took lots of work. She held my arms and caressed them saying how attractive they were bc of the veins and how muscular they were. I haven’t felt so seen and flattered in so long. It felt wrong to be touched by another girl and to be flattered by her interests and compliments. I told her this felt wrong. I felt guilty, ashamed, and embarrassed. Most importantly I felt extremely panicked and sick to my stomach. It was like someone drove a knife into my stomach and twisted it. We agreed this would not be happening again.

This experience was uncomfortable but insightful. I don’t like this girl, I’m not attracted to her, I would never pursue anything but a friendship but I did enjoy the feeling she gave me. The feeling was bittersweet. I felt uncomfortable because I don’t trust her, I don’t know her hygiene, I don’t like her like that, I want someone else to do this with me. It’s like Washing Machine Heart by Mitski

“I know who you pretend I am” 😭💀

I was not looking at her the entire time only up at the clouds. I didn’t want it to be her I wanted it to be Kyra, but I knew it wasn’t. It felt wrong to use someone. Was I using her if she wanted it? She knew this was nothing too.

I also felt bad because it felt so good. It was like a slap in the face. I felt happy. I felt content! I felt secure! I felt somewhat comfortable! I smiled and kicked my feet. I knew that this was not a thing that would happen again, there are no feelings, this was it, this moment right here was it, and I was ok with that and that was enough for me. I wasn’t upset, I didn’t expect something else, I walked away and said “see you when I see you next :D!” and waved knowing I shared a piece of me with someone and got to take it back home with me!

In that moment I realized how different Kyra’s affection feels. I am stressed, nervous, scared, guilty, angry, hurt, and always on eggshells with her affection. She gives it to me and then rips it out underneath me. She tells me how wrong it is, how bad it is, it makes me feel terrible about my feelings and myself. It makes me feel like everything I’m feeling is wrong, I’m doing the wrong things, I am wrong. When she takes it away I recoil awfully like I’ve been burned terribly, but after I sit there and I’m like “I should’ve known what did you expect Jordan? This is what happens everytime!”. I feel pathetic and drained after. when I pull myself back together that’s when she comes back. It feels different. I feel sad all the time and scared, with my friend I felt good I smiled, laughed, and truly enjoyed the moment. Kyra makes me go into fight or flight mode once she’s done with me. I’m always in high alert when to expect her to be done with me. That’s not normal. It should feel like let’s just enjoy each other and the moment, we may not be here tomorrow. Not “I want this, ok I’m done bye”. It’s not normal for me to feel this way. I should feel secure, valued, and appreciated without any doubts. I shouldn’t have to be on high alert, I shouldn’t have to be suspicious of ulterior motives. This is wrong, and that’s what makes me so sad. I realized how much things have changed between us and it makes me sick to my stomach. I want things to feel normal again between us but I know they can’t and they may never will. It hurts because I know at one point it felt way better than what my friend gave me. What we had was enough for me. Now it’s only hurting me. That’s why I have to leave too. I love you but I can’t keep hurting myself because of your instability and uncertainty. I can’t keep doing this to myself. The future is horrifying to look into, but I know what’s meant for me will make it known and that I will trust in.

I wish Kyra could be that for me now, and I hope she can be in the future but I’m going to heal first before even considering that.

[writing-in-april]

Unwinding in the Vines

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Reader can’t get enough of cuddling Spencer.

A/N: Hey Heyyyy! Here’s my twenty-third fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April! Sorry this one is again out a little later than usual- I’ve started a new job and it was my mom’s birthday today! This ones based on this request from @lexieshuntingsstuff- it’s a user smol sweet moment between Reader and Spencer. Feel free to send me an ask here (I promise I don’t bite lol) Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Vague mentions of death (of minor characters & a tree lol) & Reader is overprotective of Spencer after he had a run in with an unsub- other than that it’s just a smol fluffy moment.

Main Masterlist Word Count: 1.2k

His arms were wrapped around my torso tight. They wound around to hug every dip and curve of my body, like the vines of ivy trailing up the tree he was resting his back on. Unlike the tree, who was being choked slowly to death by the vine, I thrived under his hold.

His hold on me made me feel safer than I ever had been, grounding me. Him being clingy also assured me that he was real, I could feel his skin on mine, even when his touch was dampened by our clothing. Though I craved him being closer, even more clingy than he already was being, I’d have to settle with how we were. I tried to sink into his touch even more despite it not being possible, winding my own arms up around his to create vines of my own.

I often felt unsafe, specifically at my job which was also Spencer’s. He was by my side through every investigation, through thick and thin, willing to do whatever it takes. It didn’t matter whether we were personally involved or it was the most routine case we had all year, he was always by my side. Though I often craved for him to be closer to me, to smother me with his whole body twisted around me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

I then hooked my legs around his, intertwining myself even further into him, no longer knowing where I stopped and he began. It had been too close of a call during the last case for me not to want him so close. He was the one holding me, but really I was protecting him from the man who dared pull a gun on him even though he was dead.

“What are you thinking about?” Spencer spoke up pulling me out of my daydream for a moment.

I fiddled with my fingers that I had intertwined with his, assuring me that he was here, safe and here to keep me safe. He nudged my side as I started to drift off back into my thoughts to prompt me to give him an answer, “How much closer I want you,” Was the first answer that came to my mind, until the true answer came to me. I hesitated, reluctant to spill my guts even though I knew he wouldn’t be mad, “ and- how glad I am that you’re safe…”

His breath hitched, probably him thinking back to his brush with death, all because of some cocky unsub so chaotic he had been hard to predict. I wanted to apologize for bringing it up, but Spencer had already moved on from the subject, choosing to focus on the positive, “I don’t think I can’t physically be closer- unless you want our atoms fuse.”

I giggled a little along with Spencer, making our chests vibrate with one another. Twisting myse a little around for just a moment I booped the tip of his nose delicately before teasing him with my tongue stuck out just a bit, “Think you could figure that out doc?”

“Maybe- I could probably do it with an assistant.” He teased right back, with a boop on my nose too as revenge.

“Only if it’s me.”

“I’d never be able to do anything without you.” My heart swelled at the affection, just as it always did around Spencer. He always leveled attacks of affection on me, which some would find obnoxiously overbearing. I thought those people were crazy. I loved him so much, letting him go or him letting me go sounded sad. When we were unable to touch each other at work I always felt a slight pain in my chest at the thought of it. Guess that probably made me clingy as well, but Spencer loved it just as much as I did.

My mind had shifted back to thinking about the BAU, our job that caused constant turmoil within me. Ever since he had nearly been fatally wounded I couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything else for us, something safer. Looking up at the clouds floating along without a care in the sky, I envied their ability to be carefree, to be able to see where the wind takes them.

“Did you ever think this was where you’d be?” He looked up at the clouds with me, perhaps also wishing life would be just as easy and carefree.

“No.” It was true, and also not surprising. Whether his answer was about his job or about me, I knew that even not that long ago he never would have imagined being here underneath the tree with me. Though, I was still worried that he no longer wanted to be a part of the BAU, especially after the recent fiasco. I did not want him to stay only for me.

“Do you want to be here?” My meaning had a double entendres, at surface level meaning his time with the BAU which even with my anxiety over recent events, I knew realistically we were meant to be there. Suddenly I was now anxious for his answer to the other meaning, whether or not he wanted to be here tangled up with me. We had said the words I love you out loud, and even then self doubt liked to poison me.

“Yes.” His arms choked around me tighter, but I never felt more free to be me. I never felt more alive than when I was close to Spencer, thriving with him. My own arms were holding Spencer down to me, but he had told me once that I was the only reason he ever grew to be better which I happily did along with him.

My stomach rumbled, interrupting our deep conversation. It was loud enough that Spencer could hear it even with the breeze that was muffling almost everything. He moved his hand down to rub my stomach, soothing it for the time being. “Do you want to eat the rest of the food?”

Wistfully I looked over to the picnic basket that we had packed for our time to unwind. We had eaten only a small portion of it before he had pulled me back to rest on his chest. My stomach may be slightly rumbling, but I wouldn’t want to give up my hold on Spencer or have him give up his hold on me. “No, you’d have to let me go if I did.”

I felt warm, almost hot, his arms insulating all the heat inside me along with what I produced on my own. My cheeks were definitely burning, but I didn’t care, I felt safe here away from the horrors I faced everyday with him. I never wanted him to stop clinging on to me like a koala bear or like the vines around us. He brushed a finger along my cheek, which was probably hot to the touch as he then asked, “Are you sure I’m not holding you too tight?”

Nuzzling my face on the side of one of his arms, I then squeezed my palms around him three times, a silent confession of my love. Turning my head up I saw him looking down at me in adoration, not at the other beauties of nature around me. I squeezed him tight once again, trying to entangle us permanently like a vine to a tree before I told him, “No, it’s perfect.”

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Happy Go Lucky || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

(GIF: @merakiaes)

A/N: Shoutout to @multiyfandomgirl40 and @firebenderwolf for making me do a taglist. I'm still in awe that people enjoy the fics I write. Be sure to check out their fics (or re-read them), you won't regret it! Grammatical errors are to be expected. Spanish Translations below, let me know if there are any errors. 

Characters/Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader ☆ OCs (readers best friends)

Summary: Wine just brings out a different side of (Y/N). Not that her boyfriend is complaining. 

Warnings: fluff, language, references to smut, tipsy reader

Word Count: 1638

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The Mean Girls credits rolled onto the screen, so (Y/N) tossed the remote to Kyra as she got up and walked into the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, she looked through the selection Maelyse had brought with her. Unsure of what to get, Joy popped up beside her and grabbed the Merlot. (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders and decided to grab the rest of the snacks instead. 

Tomorrow, the tight knit group of friends would officially have a wife among them. They were all excited for the big day, especially the bride to be Maelyse. The past few months had all of them busy. However, through it all, they all remained level-headed and it solidified Mae's choice in choosing them to be her bridesmaids. Instead of going to celebrate her last night of being a fiancé out in the city, Mae decided on having a quiet night in. 

Each of them had their own rooms within the suite, but chose to all camp out in the living room for the night.

"How are you feeling?" (Y/N) asked Mae as she placed the snacks on the coffee table that had been pushed to the side. 

She smiled, "great." 

Joy shook her head, "and to think you getting married is because Scott sent a text to the wrong number.

"I wouldn't say it was wrong," Mae flashed her engagement ring, "after all he ended up with the right woman."

(Y/N) and Joy both awed, while Kyra scoffed. 

"Okay, enough of the cheesiness, y'all know I'm lactose intolerant," everyone laughed at her, "let's give a toast for wrong numbers." 

"To wrong numbers!"

They all raised their wine glasses, clinked them together and took a drink. When (Y/N) placed her glass down, she noticed a notification pop up on her screen. With the quick flash she smiled down at her screensaver. A photo of her and Jose sitting on a mat with a picnic basket and a bouquet of daffodils beside them. (Y/N) leaning back into his embrace and Jose wrapping his arms around her. 

He had set his phone up to "capture the moment", he had told her. (Y/N) didn't really suspect anything of it considering she loved a good photo op. She remembered that day so clearly, as it was when Jose officially asked her to be his girlfriend. Bringing the bouquet of daffodils to symbolise the new beginning for both of them. 

Kyra noticed (Y/N) staring at her phone and nudged her shoulder playfully, "is somebody missing their novio?" 

"Shut up," she replied.

Mae laughed, "he's coming tomorrow, right?" 

(Y/N) nodded, "yeah, he'll be there." 

She was happy that Jose would join her. It would be the first event they'd be attending as a couple – Santos parties and dinners with her family didn't really count. Plus she was extremely excited to see him dressed up.

Joy smiled and grabbed some Doritos to munch on, "Nana Julie is gonna be disappointed when she finds out you're in a relationship. She's been trying to set you up with Carlos for years."

"Accepting the ring pop in front of her was the beginning of her attempts of getting the two of you together," Mae piped up. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, "we were seven." 

Kyra smirked, "my favourite part was when you found out he gave Vivian a ring pop the day before and told him you weren't a homewrecker," she laughed.

"That just showed how committed I was, even back then," she replied, "I kinda felt bad after I stuck the ring pop in his hair. He had to shave it all off 'cause Nana Julie ended up giving him a bald spot when she ripped it out." 

They continued to drink, eat and talk. Laughing at the memories they created with each other and cringing when they talked about their awkward teenage years. All of which they agreed they were happy they were no longer living through it.

On the other side of town, Jose was chilling in his apartment. He wasn't really doing anything, other than making sure his outfit for Mae's wedding was put away nicely. He had just come back from his mother's house 'cause he needed help ironing it. While she was ironing, she kept talking about how proud she was of him for finding (Y/N). He laughed when she began to hint at grandchildren. His response was if it happened, it happened. Although, he already knew that (Y/N) was the only woman he ever pictured having kids with. 

Closing his closet door, he moved from his bedroom into the hallway. His mind on (Y/N) and hoping she was having a blast with her girls. When he began dating her, her friends were a bit apprehensive due to his association with the Santos. However, when they realised he actually cared for (Y/N) they eased up. Now, whenever he saw them there wasn't any awkwardness. 

Before he reached the kitchen, he felt a vibration against his thigh. Confused, he pulled out his phone and saw (Y/N)'s contact name pop up. With a smile, he quickly answered, "Hola, querida." 

"Ooooh did you hear that girls? Did. You. Fucking. Hear. My. Man? I don't think you did. He spoke Spanish! Fuck he sounds so sexy –" was all Jose heard before a bunch of giggles muffled his girlfriend's voice. He couldn't help but chuckle, quickly figuring out that he was on speaker and (Y/N) was tipsy (if her slightly slurred rambling was anything to go by). A loud shushing noise was followed by more rambling, "– like… he's just so ‐‐ urg! He's a snack… no h-he's more than that he's breakfast… and lunch… and dinner. Yeah! Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Wait, no… uh, what's that place – buffet! He's. A. Fucking. Buffet! Yes, he is. And I'll gladly eat all day long." 

Jose smirked, "you're everything and more bebe." 

"Oh shit, I forgot I was on the phone," she giggled, "hey, baby! I love you!" She let out a heavy sigh, "I miss you! Can I see you? I wanna see you." 

Never being able to deny her of anything, he quickly ended their call and switched to FaceTime. He only waited for a few seconds before (Y/N)'s face popped up, practically covering the screen. Jose laughed as she grinned widely, before shuffling back allowing him to see her surrounded by her best friends. All of whom were wearing matching pink pajama sets, except for Maelyse whose set was white. They all waved, Jose nodding back at them. 

"Isn't he handsome?" (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder, "and he's mine." She sighed happily focusing back on the screen. "I love you!" 

He smiled, "I love you too, bebe." His eyes spotted some wine glasses in the background with snacks. "You seem to be having a great time." 

"The bestest time ever!" She cheered, the girls cheering alongside her. "We're getting wine drunk and eating all the snacks. But, I wanna see you," she pouted. 

"Don't make that face," he sighed, "you're seeing me now, bebe." 

"It's not the same… I want you here!" She huffed.

He raised an eyebrow, "(Y/N)." 

"Ooooh, you called me (Y/N)." Her eyes widened, "you must mean business," she giggled. "I like it when you say my name… especially when you're –" 

"Baby," this time his eyes widened.

The girls in the background fell over each other laughing, while (Y/N) looked at them confused. This made Joy laugh harder. Maelyse leaned over and whispered in her ear. (Y/N) bit her lip, causing Kyra to wrap her arms around her shoulders and scream about 'the baby not being as innocent as everyone thought'. Shaking her head, she turned back to the screen and shrugged her shoulders. 

"I meant when you're sleepy 'cause your voice gets even sexier," she explained, "but… yeah, when we're doing stuff too. I really like that part."

The way she said it so nonchalantly made Jose snort and shake his head. His girl was something else. The camera shifted to show off a pile of blankets and pillows, before revealing her nude painted toenails. He patiently waited until (Y/N)'s face came back on the screen and once it did, she was laying on a bed.

"I can't wait to see you all dressed up," she commented, "like – fuck, you're already the sexiest man. But… imagining you in a suit and tie is doing things to me." 

He smirked, "is that right?" 

Biting her lip, she nodded, "yeah… a whole lot of things," she glanced over her phone before back at the screen, "after the wedding is when the real fun starts." 

"I look forward to it." 

"You should 'cause I brought your favourite set with me, so I can wear it underneath my dress." 

"Baby, don't do that to me," he groaned.

"Sorry not sorry," she giggled.

They chatted a bit more until Mae called out for (Y/N) that it was time to say goodbye and get back to celebrating. At the same time Oso gestured towards Jose that he was needed. With a reluctant sigh from both of them, they smiled at each other. 

"Looks like we've both gotta go, querida," he told her, "but I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Do you need me to bring anything to the hotel?" 

"Can I have some (fast food) for breakfast?" 

He laughed, "of course baby, anything else?" 

She shook her head, "no that's it," she blew him a kiss, "I really gotta go now 'cause I can hear Mae calling my full name," she huffed, "I love you!"

"I love you too, baby." 

Once they hung up, they both had the same thought; morning couldn't come soon enough.

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Novio - boyfriend

Hola, querida - hello, honey

Bebe - baby

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One Birthday Wish

Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word count: 3.9k

Rating: Teen

Summary: It’s Victoria’s birthday but she’s not as happy as she should be

Category: angst (ish) fluff

Warnings: none (just mild language near the beginning)

“So how was the conference? I bet you loved sitting in board meetings every day.”

“I wish I was anywhere else. I used to look forward to them when I first joined the Diagnostics team but now I loathe them. Don’t dream big otherwise you’ll end up hating what you do.” Ethan laughed.

“At least they’re over now. You can come back to me. The right hand side of the bed has been very cold without you.” Victoria smiled.

Ethan suddenly went silent and Victoria’s heart suddenly sank. “Yeah about that...”

“Ethan? What is it?”

“The organisers want another conference in order to push this deal forward. They said it’s vital that there are no mistakes. I don’t know how long it will last or when I’ll be able to fly back home.” Ethan sighed.

“So you won’t be back in time for my birthday?” Victoria said her voice cracking a little.

“I don’t think so. I’m so sorry sweetheart. If there was anything I could do, I would.”

“It’s ok. I understand.”

“Vic...”

“No it’s ok Ethan, really I do. It just sucks.” Victoria sighed.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” Ethan smiled even though she couldn’t see it.

“I know you will.” Victoria smiled back.

Victoria decided to end the call after that, not wanting to break down in front of Ethan because she knew he would feel helpless. She could feel hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to compose herself.

Ethan had been in Washington D.C for a medical conference on behalf of the Diagnostic team and Edenbrook who were trying to push a deal through with a top pharma executive company on some new drugs for cancer patients. The conference was only meant to last a week and Ethan was meant to fly home tomorrow but now he was stuck there indefinitely. Victoria’s birthday was in two days time and it now looked like Ethan wasn’t going to be back to spend it with her.

Victoria’s eyes gazed towards the boxes that were sat on the other side of her room. They were birthday presents from her family and friends back home and it was just another reminder that Ethan wouldn’t be with her to watch her open them.

Victoria laid down on her bed and cried herself to sleep. She tried to hold the tears back as much as she could but they were freely flowing down her cheeks now. There was no stopping them.

All she wanted was Ethan by her side for her birthday. And that was the one wish she wasn’t able to make come true.

— — — — — — — — — —

17th February 2:17am

Sienna Trinh snuck out of her bedroom with a bag in hand, careful not to make a sound. Her other roommates, bar one should be joining her any minute. She carefully laid out four wrapped presents by the window. She heard the door to one of the bedrooms creak open and she whipped her head round hoping that the one person who didn’t know what was going on hadn’t just walked out of their bedroom.

She breathed a sigh of relief when it was only Jackie. “God Jackie you nearly gave me a heart attack!” Sienna whispered.

“Calm down Sienna. I don’t know why you’ve made us get up this early. We could’ve had at least an extra hour or two.” Jackie rubbed her eyes.

“Everything has to be perfect for Victoria! And we all agreed to set up early!” Sienna rolled her eyes.

“Yeah I seconded that if you remember. I voted for 4am.” Jackie sat on the sofa.

“I don’t know why I agreed to this time. I’ve barely slept.” Aurora said sleepily as Elijah followed behind her.

“You should’ve followed my lead and voted for a 4am start.” Jackie smirked.

“I’m wishing I did.” Elijah sighed.

“Guys this is important! We need Victoria’s birthday to be perfect! Ethan left us strict instructions whilst he sorts out her last present.” Sienna shushed them.

“She still thinks he’s stuck in D.C?” Aurora asked.

“Yes so we need to take her mind off that!”

“Well as long as he doesn’t end up being spotted by Victoria, I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Jackie replied.

The four roommates set up the living room with their presents. Just as they had laid out the last gift, Sienna’s phone buzzed.

“Great! Bryce, Raf and Kyra are here.” Sienna grinned walking over to the apartment door and opening it slowly.

“About time, it’s so cold outside.” Bryce shivered walking into the apartment.

“Keep your voice down! Victoria is asleep!” Sienna shushed him.

“Yeah no shit. It’s the middle of the night.” Bryce rolled his eyes.

“Where do you need us Sienna?” Rafael asked.

“Lay your gifts next to ours and the food can go on the counter next to the cookies I’ve made. I’ll help Kyra with the balloons.”

For the next 20 minutes the group sorted out the last few bits ready for the morning. The apartment was looking very pink, the colour being Victoria’s favourite. There were balloons hanging from the ceiling, and some standing up by the presents, a big happy birthday banner was hanging up by the kitchen counter and there was a ton of food on the counter ready to be consumed. Sienna had made Victoria a cake and her favourite cookies, whilst Rafael’s grandmother had made enough food for everyone to eat for at least three days.

“Is that it?” Kyra asked admiring her handy work.

“There’s one more thing.” Sienna headed to her room and returned with a massive sign that read “HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICTORIA” in bright white letters against a pink back drop with small pink balloons attached to it.

“Blimey Sienna how long have you been planning this.” Bryce laughed.

“Not long. It’s easy when you have a great crew.” Sienna smiled.

“That looks heavy. How did you manage to get it up here?” Jackie raised an eyebrow.

“She didn’t. I did.” Rafael said.

“Yeah and I paid you ten bucks for your help so don’t complain.” Sienna laughed.

“So why did Ramsey tell her he was stuck in D.C?” Bryce asked as the group retreated to the sofas.

“He just told us that he has something to sort for Victoria and felt telling her that he was still in D.C would make her less suspicious.” Elijah shrugged.

“And it definitely did. I heard her crying the other night.” Jackie sighed.

“Just what on earth is he planning?” Kyra asked.

“I don’t know but whatever it is, it better be big and make her cry happy tears rather than sad tears.” Sienna replied.

The group dispersed into their own rooms for the night, Bryce and Rafael with Elijah and Kyra with Jackie. They knew they had to be awake before Victoria.

“I hope she likes it.” Sienna murmured.

“Sienna don’t be silly! She’s going to love it. This is just the pick me up she needs.” Aurora smiled.

“You’re right. She’s going to love it.” Sienna said retreating to her bedroom and setting her alarm for the morning.

— — — — — — — — — —

4:37am

The laptop screen was giving him a headache but he needed to get this done before sunlight. He checked multiple tabs keeping an eye on all of them, seeing what deal was the best.

Ethan hated telling her that he wouldn’t see her on her birthday but it was the only way he could get this done without her noticing. It was anything but the truth as he had returned from D.C two days ago and the night he called her to tell her the news, he was sat in his apartment.

Ethan already had her presents in his apartment, all neatly wrapped up on his kitchen counter. This was just an extra treat for her, something he knew she’d enjoy. But finding flights was a lot more difficult than he anticipated.

He had already authorised the time off with Naveen and told him not to mention it to her. He could practically see him smiling down the phone.

He wasn’t sure why he had so many tabs open. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford flying first class but trips to Crete in July were highly popular.

The plan today was he would surprise her at the end of her shift outside her apartment and then he’d bring her back here for a meal and other activities. He knew he’d have to apologise for keeping her in the dark but he knew it would all be worth it.

Ethan looked through one deal that caught his eye and he knew he had to go for it. If he wasted anymore time he’d lose the deals altogether. He proceeded with the booking, a smile on his face when it was complete.

Ever since that fateful night with the maitotoxin, Ethan had made it his mission to treat her as often as he could. She had talked about not travelling enough, dedicating her focus to her career more and how she wished she had taken more time to see the world. Ethan promised her he would help her fulfil her wishes when she recovered.

Pleased with himself, he shut his laptop lid and headed to the bed to try and get a few hours sleep.

15 hours. Just 15 hours Ethan until you can hold her in your arms and never let her go. Ethan thought as he drifted off to sleep.

— — — — — — — — — —

6:14am

Victoria’s alarm woke her up and she sat up rubbing her eyes. Before she could even think about getting dressed there was a knock at her door and Sienna came in with a wide smile.

“Happy birthday!” Sienna beamed sitting on the bed and giving Victoria a hug.

“Thanks Si.” Victoria smiled a little.

“Are you ok? I know how upset you were when Ethan told you he wouldn’t be back in time.” Sienna gave her a sympathetic look.

“Yeah I’m ok. It is what it is. And besides I’ve got you and everyone else to keep me company.”

“Exactly! Now come with me. We’ve got a surprise for you.” Sienna said pulling Victoria up and covering her eyes with her hands.

Victoria walked slowly out of her room, Sienna’s hands not moving from her eyes. She knew she was in the living room because she was walking on hard floor compared to the carpet of her bedroom. Sienna removed her hands and Victoria opened her eyes.

“Surprise!” Jackie, Elijah, Aurora, Bryce, Rafael and Kyra cheered when she opened her eyes.

Victoria suddenly felt emotional. There were balloons and presents in the living room and a big sign that said happy birthday on it.

“You guys! You didn’t have to do all this.” Victoria smiled sitting down on the sofa.

“Yes we did it’s your birthday! We know you were upset when Ethan said he wouldn’t be back so we thought we’d surprise you.” Bryce said hugging Victoria.

“When did you do all this? The living room didn’t look like this last night.”

“We set this up early this morning. We had to be quiet so we wouldn’t wake you.” Bryce glared at Sienna who just shrugged.

“And by this morning we mean 2am.” Jackie rubbed her eyes.

“This is the best birthday ever. Thank you” Victoria smiled.

“Are you going to open your presents?” Aurora asked.

“I might wait until Ethan’s back. Whenever that is.” Victoria sighed.

“It won’t be long. He’d never stay away from you for long. He tried in our intern year and he couldn’t do it!” Elijah laughed.

“There is one present you could open.” Sienna said reaching for one in the pile and handing it to Victoria. “This is from all of us.”

Victoria opened the present carefully to reveal a photo album. As she opened it, her smile grew bigger as she saw pictures that dated back to their intern year.

“Do you like it?” Sienna asked.

“Seriously Sienna? I’ve never seen Victoria cry over a present before.” Kyra laughed.

“I love it! Thank you so much.” Victoria said looking at the pictures.

“I told you it was a good present idea.” Rafael said.

“Yes yes it was better than a BattleStar Galatica t shirt.” Elijah laughed.

“Or a coupon to an all you can eat sushi buffet.” Jackie said.

“Or packs of-“

“No Kyra!”

Victoria laughed at her friends. Knowing they all had shifts in less than an hour they all headed back to their rooms to get ready for the day. Sienna stayed behind, texting someone on her phone.

“Who are you texting?” Victoria asked.

“No one! Now are you sure about working today. Naveen did say you could have today off.” Sienna replied cheeks blushing a little.

Victoria gave her a puzzled look but didn’t press further. “Yes I’m sure. It’ll take my mind off of Ethan not being here.” Victoria said standing up and heading to her room to get ready. Making sure she was out of sight, Sienna fired off her last message before she headed to her room to get ready for her shift.

— — — — — — — — — —

Victoria was only three hours into her shift and she had already dealt with four P.I.T.A’s. We’re the P.I.T.A Gods punishing her today?

As she headed out the lab door after delivering her blood sample her pager went off.

Admin desk, delivery.

Confused, Victoria headed to the admin desk where she saw her roommates stood around a large box.

“What’s this?” Victoria asked as she approached them.

“No idea! It’s got your name on it.” Elijah grinned gesturing to the open.

Victoria unsealed the box and pulled out what was inside. It was at least a dozen red roses.

“Wow Victoria! Who bought you those?” Sarah, one of the nurses noticed the bright red roses on the counter. It appeared the interns had noticed as well as they were staring.

“There’s a note there.” Sienna said handing it to her. Victoria took it and opened it.

Hope these brighten up your day like how you brighten up mine.

Happy birthday. I love you.

E x

Victoria didn’t notice her eyes glisten with tears as she read the note over and over again.

“Well I wonder who sent these. I’d never thought I’d see Victoria cry in the workplace.” Jackie laughed giving Victoria a one armed hug.

“It’s my birthday so make an exception.” Victoria said wiping her eyes.

“Would you like me to drop this back at the apartment for you?” Jackie asked.

“Are you due a break?”

“I’ve dealt with two P.I.T.A’s so far this morning. I think I’ve earned a break. I’ll only be 20 minutes.” Jackie smiled.

“That would be great thank you.” Victoria smiled.

“No problem.” Jackie said taking the box of roses and heading out towards the hospital car park.

“You ok?” Sienna asked standing next to Victoria.

“Yeah I’m fine. They were a nice surprise.” Victoria said grabbing a chart and heading off down the hall.

Once she was out of sight, Sienna whipped out her phone and fired off a quick text before she headed back to her patients.

— — — — — — — — — —

Victoria was lost in her thoughts in the cafeteria when her phone buzzing in her pocket pulled her out of her thoughts.

Her heart swelled at the text. Deciding to chance it, she called him, crossing her fingers that he wasn’t in a conference meeting. She wasn’t expecting him to pick up but he did.

“Hello birthday girl.” Ethan said when he answered.

“I took a chance ringing you. I thought you’d be in a conference.” Victoria smiled.

“We’re on a 20 minute break.” Ethan replied.

“Well that’s good. How is it?” Victoria asked.

“Boring as usual. It would be better if you were here.” Ethan replied.

“If only. Those roses really cheered me up so thank you.”

“You deserve to be happy on your birthday. I just wish I could be there with you.”

“Me too. I miss you.” Victoria said a tinge of sadness in her voice.

“I miss you too. I’ll be back soon I promise. And when I am, I’m locking you in my apartment for the foreseeable.” Ethan teased.

“Careful Dr Ramsey, someone might hear you.” Victoria grinned.

“Let them.” Ethan grinned. “I’ve got to go now but I’ll call you later, let me know when your shift ends.”

“Ok I will do. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

When the call ended, Victoria headed back to her patients. She missed Ethan terribly but knew he would be home soon. She couldn’t wait to see him again.

Little did she know Jackie and Ethan were preparing his apartment for her arrival.

— — — — — — — — — —

Hours later Victoria headed out of the hospital and onto the train with her roommates.

“Did you not bring your car back Jackie?” Victoria asked.

“No I decided to walk. It’s not far and I needed the exercise.” Jackie shrugged.

The journey on the train went fairly quickly and soon they were walking down the road to their apartment. Sienna however was texting.

“You’ve been on your phone a lot today. Who are you texting?” Victoria asked. Behind her Aurora, Elijah and Jackie shot her a worried look but Sienna was as cool as a cucumber.

“No one. Just family. They want to know if they can visit at some point so we’re organising dates.” Sienna shrugged.

The group made it outside the apartment door when Sienna stepped in front of Victoria so her back was to the road.

“Before we go in I just wanted to know if you’ve had a good day. I know you’ve dealt with a few P.I.T.A’s today and I specifically told Zaid not to give you any tough cases.” Sienna said.

“I’m ok Sienna. I know you care about me and it’s really sweet. I’m really lucky to have you guys. You’ve made today bearable.” Victoria smiled.

“Well that’s good because we’ve got one last surprise for you.” Aurora smiled.

“Is it a sushi coupon?” Victoria grinned.

“No but that was one of my suggestions for the picture book. It’s something even better.” Jackie laughed.

“What could possibly be better than sushi at a low price?”

“Hopefully this.” Sienna said gesturing behind her.

Victoria turned round and her knees nearly buckled. No. No it couldn’t be.

There stood next to his car was the person who has told her two nights ago he wouldn’t be back for her birthday. All those feelings of being heartbroken and upset had evaporated the minute she saw him. Victoria could feel tears rolling down her cheeks as she ran down the steps and jumped into his arms. He held her tightly against him, kissing the side of her face, tears glistening in his eyes as well.

“Happy birthday Vic.” Ethan whispered pulling her in for a kiss.

Victoria eagerly kissed him back hugging him tighter. Her roommates smiled at the scene and then headed into the building, giving the couple much needed privacy.

“I thought you were still in D.C.” Victoria said through tears.

“I’ll explain everything back at my apartment.” Ethan said taking her hand and leading her towards the passenger side of his car.

Victoria climbed into the car and the journey to Ethan’s apartment was quick. Soon, they were walking through his apartment door.

“What’s this?” Victoria asked looking at the presents in his living room. “I thought they were the present in my apartment this morning.”

Ethan chuckled bringing her closer to him, running a hand through her hair. “They are. Dr Varma brought them over this afternoon.”

“I thought she was just taking the roses back.”

“She was but she grabbed the other presents and brought them round here. I thought you might like to open them here.” Ethan smiled.

“Speaking of here I need an explanation.” Victoria pretended to glare but her happiness broke through.

“And I’ll give you one. After I’ve given you something else.” Ethan grinned sliding his hands down her thighs and lifted her up. He’s sure he never moved to his bedroom so fast in his life as he threw Victoria onto his bed and proceeded to give her an evening she’d never forget.

— — — — — — — — — —

Four rounds later Victoria stirred and opened her eyes. Ethan was propped up on one elbow watching her with such content.

“That was incredible.” Ethan grinned.

“Indeed it was. Well worth the wait.” Victoria said turning to face him as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“Now I believe I owe you an explanation.” Ethan chuckled.

“Yes you do! I thought you were in D.C.” Victoria replied.

“The night I called you I was actually here. I had arrived back earlier that afternoon and was planning a surprise for you. I couldn’t do it with you here because I knew you’d catch me out, so I decided to tell you I was still in D.C. I know it was bad and I’m sorry if I upset you.” Ethan explained.

“Oh Ethan you could never upset me. I was just upset at the fact you wouldn’t be here. It wasn’t your fault I promise.” Victoria said hugging Ethan tightly. For the fourth time that day, Victoria felt tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I could hear how upset you were when I told you so I organised the flowers to be sent to you at work to cheer you up.” Ethan smiled.

“They definitely did, they were beautiful.”

“Now would you like your surprise?”

“Yes please!”

Ethan laughed as he reached over to his nightstand and pulled out an envelope and a Tiffany and Co bag. Victoria looked inside the bag and opened the box up to find a small necklace with two love hearts on it.

“Oh Ethan it’s beautiful.” Victoria said.

“Just like you.” Ethan said pressing a kiss to Victoria’s forehead.

“What’s in the envelope?”

“Open it and you’ll find out.” Ethan chuckled.

Victoria opened the envelope and gasped when she saw two first class plane tickets to Crete.

“You’ve been working so hard lately and I thought you deserved a break. So this is a treat for you in the summer. Also, this is holiday one of the many you’re going to experience in the future. I’m making it my mission to help you see the world as much as you can. Starting with Crete in July.” Ethan replied.

Victoria was speechless. She didn’t know if she could love Ethan any more than she already did. She wrapped her arms around him pulling him into a tight hug, kissing every inch of him she could reach when she pulled back to face him.

“Thank you. I love you.” Victoria smiled stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.

“I love you too.” Ethan smiled leaning in to kiss her deeply.

Victoria smiled into the kiss. She wasn’t sure if this was going to be a great birthday but it turns out this was the best birthday she’d ever had. Her one birthday wish has come true. And she couldn’t wait to experience many more with Ethan by her side.

— — —

A/N: I’ve written two fics in one day! Go me! I hope I find someone who loves me as much as Ethan and Victoria’s friends love her. Hope you enjoy this!

[drariellevalentine]

Medically Inevitable

Chapter 12- Obscene Occasions

Characters:- Arielle Valentine, Ethan Ramsey, Liam Mercado, Sienna Trinh, Elijah Greene, Jackie Varma, Landry Olsen, Rafael Aveiro, Kyra Santana, Phoebe Reznik & Danny Cardinal

Pairings:- Arielle Valentine x Ethan Ramsey, Sienna Trinh x Danny Cardinal, Elijah Greene x Phoebe Reznik

Warnings:- Alcohol, cursing, mentions of the infamous WAP (no lyrics)

You’re standing in a sound control booth, ready to flip on a switch. A switch that will blast WAP from the speakers of none other than America’s most posh salon for old ladies. “How did I even get here?!”, you ask yourself. A few hours before…

“Let’s get this party started!”, Kyra shouts as everyone cheers.

“What are we doing first?”, you ask.

Bryce and Elijah share a devilish smirk.

“Uh oh…”, Jackie says.

“We thought it would be fun to see everyone play Twister in fancy outfits.”, Bryce says.

“Bryce! Was this your idea?!”, Sienna shouts. Bryce flashes her a grin.

“I’ll spin the wheel!”, Elijah says as Bryce spreads out a humongous Twister map.

“Wow, this is huge!”, Phoebe says.

“Yep! Okay, so I’ve entered everyone’s names on here. First, 5 people will play. Then the other five will. No exceptions!”, Bryce shouts. “...and the names are here! Drumroll, please!... Kyra! Phoebe! Me! Rafael! Arielle!”

“Looks like ‘birthday girl’ escaped.”, Landry says. Jackie flashes him a warning.

“Does everyone know how to play?”, Elijah asks. All five of you nod as you line up by the mat as you slip off your footwear. “Awesome! First is Kyra!” Kyra places her left hand and foot on the mat, as per the color. Phoebe, Bryce, and Raf place their right hand and left foot on the mat according to the color on their turn When it’s your turn, the mat’s already almost covered.

“Damn! This went fast!”, Jackie says. Elijah holds out the spinner as you spin it.

“Left foot on blue, right hand on red!” You look at the mat, seeing that you can either do a backbend over Bryce or put one hand over Phoebe and a leg under Raf.

“You can’t be serious!”, you shout as everyone laughs. You place your leg on blue and after steadying your legs, you bend your back and place your hand on the red.

“Y’know, when I said you could be on top of me, this is not what I meant.”, Bryce says.

You roll your eyes, “Oh shut up!” After the second round, everyone’s in a huge twisted mess, your back still over Bryce but your feet are under Raf and one of your hands is now twined with Kyra’s.

“I never thought I would say this, but this is entertaining!”, Jackie says.

“Yeah, for you!”, you shout back.

“Okay, I’m out!”, Phoebe says as she wiggles her way out of the twisted jumble.

“Damn! This is hard!”, Bryce says.

“I know right! My back hurts!”, you reply.

“I meant for you.”, Bryce says smirking. You groan.

“It is, but both of you are doing great!”, Raf says. You smack your forehead with your free hand.

“Raf, you do realize he’s trash-talking us right?”, you say.

“Yeah, I know...aand I’m out!”, Raf slides out from the mat.

“Me too. I can’t risk breaking my back.”, says Phoebe. You and Bryce are the only ones left.

“Okay! Bryce’s turn.” Elijah spins the wheel which lands on right-hand red. Bryce chooses the exact spot to place his hand that makes you arch your back even more.

“Bryce! You can’t expect to hold this for much longer!”

He smirks. “Then quit.”

“Damn, you two are still going!”, Elijah says as he spins the wheel. “Lucky Arielle gets to take off her foot!” You cheer. “You didn’t expect me to not return the favor.”, you reply with a smirk. Carefully keeping your hand on their respective colors, you slide under Bryce making him arch his back...a lot. You push him more until he gives up.

“And...the winner is Arielle!”

“Okay, I’m done! I don’t need surgery when I’m already deep in debt!”, Bryce says as he gets up. You plop down on the mat as Si comes to help you up.

“You know, the last thing I thought yoga would help with was playing Twister! Speaking of...bow down to the Twister champion!”

“Okay, Okay! Now it’s Landry, Jackie, Sienna, and Danny! It’s a close tie but Sienna ends up winning.

“That isn’t fair! Sienna’s tiny!”, Jackie protests.

“Ha! I still win!”, Sienna says.

“That’s enough of Twister! The next stop is shots people!”

Bryce leads everyone to the open bar and as everyone takes a seat on a barstool, he slides behind the counter. “What will it be folks?”, he asks with a southern accent.

Jackie groans playfully as Sienna perks up, “This is Jackie’s birthday, so that means…”

“Tequila from start to finish!”, Kyra finishes. Bryce places multiple shot glasses and pours tequila in each of them.

“Okay, on the count of three. 1...2...3!” You throw back the shot and slam your glass on the counter, the tequila slightly burning your throat.

“Ooh! That’s strong!”, Danny says.

“Expect nothing else from Jackie.”, Landry replies.

“Again!” After multiple rounds of shots, you all are now tipsy and on water. “Ookay Scalpel Jockey, what’s next?”, you ask.

“Well it isn’t a party without truth or dare, but I have a better idea.”, Bryce replies with a huge grin.

“Oh no...don’t tell me that my birthday present is being arrested for streaking!”

“Oh trust me, it’s much worse than that.”, Elijah replies.

“Arielle, what did you drag me into?”, Raf asks. You shrug.

“Okay, for this game, we’ll need to go to the mall. Everyone, to the car!” After a short ride in a cramped car and with the story of how you and Bryce were banned from a different mall, you reach the mall.

“Okay, so we split up into two teams, girls and boys, and basically we play hide and seek. But, the losers have to do a dare of the winners’ choice.”

“Okay people, it’s official! We are definitely going to be in jail by the end of this!”, you shout as everyone laughs.

“Bryce, rules?”, Sienna asks.

“Ok, so we’ll make up the rules as we go!”, Bryce says.

“Ooh! This sounds fun! I’m in!”, Kyra says.

“You know what, me too.”, you reply.

“What the hell, I guess.”, Jackie replies. Everyone else agrees.

“Okay, coin toss.” Elijah picks out a nickel from his wallet. “Ladies first, heads or tails?”

“Heads.”, Phoebe perks up. Elijah raises an eyebrow.

“Cause we’re the only one who actually has them.”, Jackie replies without batting an eyelash.

“Ooh! Nice!”, Kyra high-fives Jackie as Elijah flips the coin to reveal...tails!

“Ha! Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it!“, Bryce replies with his horrible southern drawl.

”So, what will it be boys?”, Phoebe asks. The boys make a big show of huddling and discussing, returning 5 minutes later.

”We have decided that we will seek.”, Raf announces.

”Okay...so we can hide anywhere we want?”, you ask.

”Yeah, but only on mall premises.”, Elijah says.

”We’ll give you guys all 10 minutes to hide, we’ll stay here. You guys can hide in groups or single, your choice.”, Danny says.

”Wait, you guys will find us sooner or later. You’re just setting us up!”, Jackie says.

”Okay then, what if we only get 20 minutes?”

”10.”, Kyra counters.

”We’ll go with 15. Does everyone have their phones on them?”, Raf asks.

Everyone nods. ”Then prepare to eat our dust!”, Bryce smirks. You roll your eyes.

”Oh please, we’ll see about that.”, Kyra says.

”Ok, I'm starting the timer in 3...2…1!” As Danny starts the timer, all of you rush inside the mall.

”I think we should all hide in the same place. It’ll lessen the chance of them finding us.”, you say.

”You're right. But where do we hide?”, Phoebe asks.

”Quick! We already lost a minute!”, Sienna shouts as she looks at the timer on her phone.

”Let’s check the mall directory for some inspiration. We need someplace that no man would never enter.”, Jackie replies as she ushers you all to the directory.

You look at the directory. ”What about the spa?”, Sienna asks.

”No, that won't work. We can't possibly hide there.”, Kyra says.

You look at the list of stores. Your eyes widen as you come across a store that would be perfect.

”What is it, Arielle?”, Sienna asks.

”What about Victoria’s Secret?! The boys wouldn't dare come in there!”, you reply, your voice rising with excitement. Their eyes and smiles widen.

”Oh my God! That’s an amazing idea!”, Kyra says.

”Quick! Which floor is it on?”, Phoebe asks. You scan the directory once again.

”It’s on the sixth floor! Let's go!” After several flights of steps, you reach the sixth floor and rush into Victoria's Secret.

”Everyone just split up and act like your browsing through lingerie. I'll keep an eye on the storefront to see if the boys come searching this way. Keep your phone on.” As per your instructions, everyone splits up and you turn to a section of lace-up bras at the very front of the store.

It’s been almost 5 minutes and there’s no sign of the boys. You rush towards the back of the store as you hear Sienna shout, ”There are only 30 more seconds! We won!”

”We did it!”, You shout.

”Ooh, what do you think we should give the boys as a dare?”, Kyra asks.

”That won't be needed.” You whip around to find the whole entourage of boys right in the middle of the store.

”Surprise! We thought you would be here.”, Bryce says. You notice all the staff starting at the group of boys.

”...you’ve got to be kidding me.”, you say.

“Unfortunately not! The timer ended after we found you!”, Elijah says.

”Are you all just going to stand here?..” You turn around to see one of the employees giving you a judgemental look.

”Okay, we’re going! No need to be so judgy!”, Bryce replies as you all file out of the store.

”So much for our dare…”, Sienna says.

You notice Bryce with an extremely huge grin on his face. ”Time for your dare, lovely ladies!”

“Spit it out, Bryce.”, Jackie says. Ignoring her, he steps forward and whispers the dare into your ear. All the girls get alarmed, noticing your wide-eyed and flushed face.

”...you’re not serious.”, you reply unbelievably. He only grins.

”Just spit out Arielle! What's the dare?!” Unable to say anything, Bryce happily steps forward and whispers the dare into everyone's ears. One by one, every girl’s eyes widen.

”You can't be serious Bryce.”, Krya says. He shrugs.

”Bryce, whatever dare you gave them, maybe you should lighten it up? Elijah says.

”Wait? You guys don't know what the dare is?”, you ask. They shake their head.

”Bryce won't tell us.”, Raf replies. A few minutes later, you're standing in front of Nail, Hair and Beauty, a place which is known for where all the old ladies get their nails and hair done. You tentatively enter the store with all the girls, pretending to browse their nail polish collection. You see Bryce pointing to a closed door, across from the entrance.

”That must be the entrance. We’ll change the song and rush out before anyone sees us.”, you say.

”Why did we even agree to this?”, Kyra asks.

”Look on the bright side! At least we’ll have a great story to tell later at parties!”, Sienna says.

”You're the only person who would look at the bright side, Sienna.”, you reply.

Making sure no one sees you, all five of you manage to sneak into the closet miraculously without anyone noticing. You notice the sound system, a list of soothing piano melodies lined up to play over the speakers.

”Who’s flipping the switch?”, you ask. No one makes a move. You groan.

”Fine! I'll do it. At least before someone notices, we’re here.” You tentatively step up and familiarize yourself with the sound system. Making sure not to disturb anything else, you carefully search up WAP, hoping it's not there but yet it's there.

”They have the damn song. Sorry ladies, but at least if you get a heart attack, we have seven doctors here.” You signal to the girls, 5...4...3...2...1! You click the button as you and the girls rush out of the closet and the salon without anyone noticing.

Bryce looks at you. ”It's done. I've queued at full volume.”, you reply after catching your breath.

”What the hell are you guys even talking about?”, Elijah asks. Just then, the familiar bass beat and interesting lyrics play. All of the girls cringe as the boys’ faces morph into pure utter shock. Bryce just stands there with a smirk on his face. You can hear the pure chaos and shouting from the salon, the song attracting people’s attention.

”OH MY!”

”WHAT IS THIS?!”

“TURN IT OFF!”

”THIS ISN’T RELAXING!!”

”YOU KNOW, MY GRANDSON LISTENS TO THIS!”

“HEY, MINE TOO!”

“WE MUST BE THE COOL GRANDMA’S!”

”TURN THE DAMN SONG OFF!”

”WHAT KIND OF MUSIC IS THIS?!”

“TURN THE FUCKING SONG OFF KATE!”

“I WOULD, BUT I CAN’T!”

All of you just stand there as Bryce doubles over in laughter. Soon the damn song is turned off.

“...I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Me either.”

“Hey! All of you!” You all whip around and see one of the store employees glaring at you.

“Time to go!” Bryce says as he spins around and runs to the stairs. You all follow suit as Phoebe helps Elijah escape through the elevator, sprinting down the stairs until you reach your car.

“Bryce! You idiot!”, Jackie exclaims.

“My feet hurt!”, Sienna says.

“Nice job girls.” Just then your phone rings, you see it’s Liam. You answer it, placing it on the speaker as you start the car.

“Hey, Liam.”

“Where are you? And why are you so out of breath?”

“Long story. We’ll be back in 15 along with a huge appetite.”

“I look forward to that story of yours.” All of you laugh and joke about the crazy dare as you drive back.

General PoV:-

Soon Arielle and her friends are seated at the huge dinner table, waiting for their lavish dinner.

“So, the first course will be out in 15 minutes. Followed by another main course and lastly a special dessert course.”, Liam says. “I have a list of different main courses according to dietary restrictions, everyone just pick out your favorite course.” After everyone chooses, you all start discussing your favorite restaurants when Bryce perks up. ”Guys, let's play a game?"

"What do you have in mind Lahela?" Jackie asks making Bryce grin.

"Truth or truth!" Bryce answers excitedly.

"It's called truth or dare, meathead," Jackie rolls her eyes.

"No, it's called 'truth or truth', " Bryce corrects Jackie. "There's no option for a dare at all. Only truth."

"Ooh!" Sienna makes an exciting sound, "Think how many dirty secrets or embarrassing stories of each other we'll be able to know! I'm in."

Bryce's grin becomes broader," That's the spirit!"

One by one they all agree to it except one. All the heads turn to Jackie and she grimaces, "Fine! I'm in too."

Bryce and Sienna squeal excitedly, making the rest of you smile. "But before we start I have something to show," Sienna says while pulling out her phone. She shows everyone an old picture of Landry, drunk and clad in a giraffe onesie. Landry’s face goes red as everyone laughs. Before anyone can tease him any more, Landry diverts the topic, " How do you play the game?"

"Just like truth or dare but without any dare," he explained before looking around, "We'd need a bottle for spinning."

"I'll go and bring one," Raf says and moves to the bar. Bryce wolf whistles soon after. As Arielle follows his gaze she finds Rafael smiling in a shy but flirty manner with the bartender. The bar isn’t much far from their table so once the bartender moves inside Bryce tries to grab Rafael's attention and when Raf looks back, Bryce winks, and Rafael shyly smiles.

He comes back after a few minutes with an almost empty bottle. Placing it on the table he asks, "Who wants to go first?"

"Since you are the one to bring it, so why don't you go first?" Sienna says.

"No, no," Rafael says hesitantly," It’s Bryce's idea. He should go first."

"Oh, no bro. You start," Bryce insists. They keep fighting about it when Jackie interrupts their fight. Grabbing the bottle she yells so that the guys fighting would stop, "I'll go first."

Jackie spins the bottle and it lands on Sienna. you can see her smirking for a second before she switches back to her poker face. "What's the deal between you and Danny?" She asks as sienna’s face becomes lightly flushed

"Wh- I- We are friends, Jackie. " Sienna somehow managed to say trying her level best not to blush. Everyone's busy teasing her when Arielle notices a slight blush that crept on her cheeks and a well-hidden smile on her face. Arielle smiles to herself understanding what exactly is going on between the two. And before the gang spoils it, you try to divert the topic.

"Stop it guys.”, Arielle smiles at Sienna, "Leave her alone. She said they’re just friends."

"Ugh...You’re no fun Arielle.”, Bryce pretends to be disappointed but fails miserably.

Kyra spins the bottle next, which stops at Rafael. Kyra pretends to think for a minute before asking her question. Kyra smirks as she asks, " Who's your crush in this room?"

Rafael blushes at the question and looks in the direction of the bar, where the female bartender is mixing up some drinks. He looks at her with a smile before turning back with a shy smile. He shakes his head, answering Kyra's question but you all already know the answer.

After Kyra, it's Bryce's turn. Bryce spins the bottle more enthusiastically than others. After spinning a few rounds it stops at Arielle. Bryce smirks before asking, "What's your relationship with Liam?" The mischievous glint in his eyes is visible.

"He's my best friend, Bryce.” Arielle reply with a roll of her eyes.

"Sureeee!" Bryce grins again, "Now spill the beans."

"I already said it already, Bryce.", Arielle says. , "He's my best friend since middle school."

"C'mon Arielle, you can tell us. It’s not like we’re going to announce it to the world," Jackie smirks.

Sienna looks at Arielle as they share a look. She decides to help her out. "Guys stop teasing her."

"You two should stop saving each other and let us have fun instead.”, Jackie says. You mouth a thank you to Si.

“My turn.” Elijah spins the bottle and again it lands on Arielle. “Now Bryce, you’ve got to know how to ask the right questions.” He turns to Arielle, “...Have you ever kissed Liam?” Arielle groans as Bryce and Jackie smile.

“Ooh, this is going to be good.”, Jackie grins.

“...I have. Not romantically or anything! It was a dare in 9th grade and people thought it was fun to make best friends kiss.”, Arielle reluctantly replies, quickly comes to her defense. Nevertheless, everyone teases her until Arielle tells them that he’s engaged and a soon-to-be dad.

“Okay, okay! We’ll stop.”

Not wanting to get back to the previous topic, Arielle spins the bottle. It stops at Phoebe. She smiles mischievously knowing exactly what to ask.

“So Phoebe...who would you go on a date with here?” Simultaneously, Phoebe and Elijah both blush as their eyes accidentally lock.

“Ooh, I think we already know the answer…”, Jackie says. But before Arielle can tease them anymore, a delicious mouthwatering scent interrupts her.

“Dinner is served. Or at least the first course.”, Liam says. Plates of bruschetta, glasses of wine, and different bread baskets are set in front of the gang.

“Oh wow…

“This smells amazing!”

“You’re right about that!”

“I hope everything is to your liking. I’ll be back in 20 minutes with your main courses.”, Liam says.

Everyone digs in, enjoying the peace for a few minutes until Kyra pipes up, “So I’ve been meaning to ask. How did you guys even find us?!”

“So here’s how it started...”

Bryce’s PoV (a few hours back):-

”Guys, I know this hurts but those girls are all smart-asses and we’re never going to find them cause they’re going to hide in some place that we won’t step foot in.”, you say.

“Then why did you ask us to play the game?”, Raf asks.

“Cause if we find that place, we’ll be able to give them a dare.”, you reply.

“We only have 10 minutes.”, Danny says.

“What if we look up all the stores and see which ones fit our category?”, Elijah says.

“Great idea dude!”, you reply as he pulls up the mall’s list of stores on his phone.

“Hmm, what about the spa? Or the nail salon?”, Danny asks as he looks over the list.

“Those should be good places.”, Elijah says.

“How much time left is there?”, Raf asks.

“There’s still 3 minutes.”, you reply.

“Meanwhile, check out which floor they’re on. We don’t want to waste time searching.”, Landry says

“Got it, there’s a spa on the ground floor a little towards the escalator and the salon’s on the fifth floor towards the back of the mall.”, Elijah says.

“Great, 10 minutes are over. Let’s go boys.”, you say as you rush to the mall.

Soon you and the boys are split into two groups, Elijah, Danny and Landry go to the spa while you and Rafael are searching Sephora’s aisles for any sign of the girls.

“Remind me again why we’re here Raf?”, you ask.

“I mean, girls always spend hours at Sephora. And I’ve never stepped foot in one so…”, he replies.

“You’re right about that. I mean did you see the looks of the employees when we actually started to ‘browse products’?!”, you add laughing.

“Damn it! They’re not here!”, you say.

“The others didn’t have any luck either.”, Raf says as he flashes the text in front of you.

“Uhh...okay. Tell them to meet us on the fifth floor.”, you say as you rush to the escalator. After a very quick ride on the escalator (consisting of parents shouting at you for running) you meet the guys at the top.

“No sign of the girls, Bryce. They have to be in the salon.”, Elijah says.

“Then let’s go.” After a thorough search of the store along with scoldings from rude women, you’re finally kicked out by a store employee.

“I don’t want to see you five ever again. Or else I’m complaining!”, she says as she drags you out.”

“Now what are we going to do?”, Elijah asks.

“I’m not doing a dare!”, Landry says.

“Guys think! Where else would the girls hide?”, you ask.

“I don’t know, these are the only stores I can think of.”, Raf says. You look around in exasperation when a certain pink striped bag catches your attention. Taking a few steps back, you look around the mall until you spot the damn store. The boys notice your look. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”, you ask. Their faces all have surprised looks.

“Of course! That’s the only place they would hide!”

You all run to the sixth floor when suddenly Landry stops you all. “Look, Arielle’s standing there!”

“Of course Elle has some plan.”, you think.

“We need to sneak up on them.”, Danny says.

“But how? Arielle definitely will see us.”, Raf says.

“There’s only one more minute left! We’ve got to do this now!”, Landry exclaims.

“That’s it! I bet that Ari will go inside when there’s only a little time left. We’ll have to sneak up on them then.”, Elijah excitedly says.

“Damn Elijah, I like your idea even better. The girls will think that they’ve won.”, you say.

“What about the dare?”, Raf asks.

You smirk deviously. “I’ll tell you when the time comes. Now let’s go give those girls a heart attack.”

Arielle’s PoV:-

“Damn, that was some smart-ass thinking.”, you say.

“Although it might have hurt Bryce’s ego to call us all smart-asses.”, Kyra jokes.

“Not might. It definitely would have hurt!”, Jackie says as you all erupt into laughter.

“What would have hurt?” You turn around to see Liam placing everyone’s pick in front of them.

“It’s a long story.”, you reply with a smile.

”Well, I look forward to hearing it. But I have a cake to decorate.”, he says winking at Jackie.

“I still don’t believe you, Arielle. Like not even a middle school crush?”, Bryce says as he takes a bite.

“Ugh...why are you so annoying!”, you playfully hit him.

“Okay, now all of you be quiet. Food like this deserves all the attention.”, Sienna says. Everyone only nods as they finish off their plates. Another 30 minutes later, you all are stuffed and talking about being stuffed.

“Ohh my god, I’m sooo full…”, you say.

“Seconded.”, Bryce says.

“Yep, Me too.”, Elijah says.

“Well, that’s too bad. I make a mean cake.” Liam says as he brings a huge three-tiered cake with a bunch of candles.

“Ahh! Look at all those cute fondant decorations!”, Sienna chirps.

“Pink?”, Jackie asks.

“Trust me, you’ll like it.”, Liam says with a smirk. He hands you the candles as he sets the plates and serving tools down then heads back.

“Aand...that’s the last one!”, Phoebe says as she places the candle in the frosting.

“Wait, Wait, Wait! We need to take a picture.”, Danny says. He and Sienna quickly position everyone for the photo as Bryce sets up a table for the camera. You, Kyra, Sienna, and Phoebe stand in the front as the boys stand in the back. Jackie sits in the middle on a stool.

“Guys, are you ready? I’ve only set the camera for thirty seconds!” Bryce says.

“Okay, 3...2...1!” Bryce quickly runs towards you and squeezes behind you. All of you pose as the camera flashes after a few seconds. You all rush to check it to find it perfect.

 “...I think that’s the first time that the first picture has come out amazing.” Everyone laughs in agreement. 

 “Okay, now let’s take a few more and then cut the cake!”, Sienna says. After a few more pics Jackie stands behind the impressive three-tiered cake, ready to cut into it. Sienna snaps a picture after lighting the candles as you all count down. 

“5...4...3...2...1!” Everyone erupts into applause and laughter as Jackie blows out the 28 candles cuts the cake. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to Jackie!” 

“Now, everyone knows that whoever you feed the first piece of cake is who you love the most!”, Bryce playfully says. Jackie suddenly pushes a piece of cake in your mouth, smearing your lips with frosting. Sienna snaps another pic. 

 “Wha- Heyy!”, you say, mouth full of cake. You take a piece of cake and return the favor, but not before smearing it on her cheek. 

“OH MY GOD! THE DAMN CAKE IS DRENCHED IN BOURBON! OKAY, THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY CAKE EVER”, Jackie yells. You laugh. 

“It’s Mark’s special cake. He makes a sponge chocolate cake and after decorating it, he uses a syringe to fill the cake with alcohol.”, you reply as everyone gets more eager to taste the cake, As Sienna takes pictures and shows then to everyone, Jackie feeds everyone a small bite of cake.

 “Oh damn, that’s good!” “Wow…” “Yummy!” A few minutes later, your phone chimes with a notification for Instagram. You open it to see Jackie’s latest posts.

“ZAID’S ON INSTAGRAM?”, you shout.

 “I know right?!”, Kyra says. 

“Never thought that he would comment.”, Jackie says. 

With Jackie distracted, Bryce takes this opportunity to smear a lot of frosting on her face. “Bryce! I’ll make you pay for his, dumbass! And Sienna, delete that damn picture!”, Jackie shouts playfully as she heads towards the bathroom.

 “I’ll go help her.”, Kyra says following her. 

“Sienna quick! Get the gift basket!”, Bryce says.

 You look at him, raising an eyebrow. “What? You thought I did that for fun?” He flashes you this ridiculous smirk making all of you laugh. You hold the gift basket behind you as Jackie comes back.

 “You do know I have eyes right?”, Jackie says looking behind you. 

 “Well then...surprise!” You hand over the heavy gift basket with everyone else. 

“I’m looking at this tomorrow. I’m too drunk and too spoiled with surprises. Now, where’s that cake?!” After everyone gets a piece, you all indulge yourselves in the rich chocolatey bourbon filled cake as the night dwells on.

 “Okayyy...I think it’s time we all head home.”, Kyra says.

 “Mhm…”, you agree as you stretch. “I think we all agree.”, Jackie says. Kyra, Rafael, Danny, and Bryce all leave in a cab after saying their goodbyes.

 “You guys take a cab. I’ll be there a little while later.”, you say. Everyone leaves leaving just you to take in the beautiful view of downtown Boston. 

“Thought I’d find you here.” You swivel around to find Liam looking at you. 

“What do you mean?”, you ask quizzically.

 “I’ve been your best friend since middle school. I know you better than yourself and I certainly know when something’s wrong.” 

 You sigh. “Is it that obvious?” 

 He nods. “You don’t have to tell me right now.” 

“I know. I just don’t feel like ruining a perfectly good day.”, you say.

 “Why don’t we head to my place? I’ll put on Grey’s and you can lecture me on all the medically incorrect terms.”, he says with a smile.

 “I don’t know, I have work tomorrow…”, you say.

 “Last time I checked, nothing stops you.”

 “Fine, let’s go. But can we take my car? And can you drive? I’m drunk.”, you blurt out.

Liam chuckles, “I can tell genius, come on.” After a quick ride, you find yourself in a sleek and elegantly furnished three-bedroom apartment.

 “Nice decor.” 

“I’ve always had nice taste.”You snort. “Do I need to remind you that I helped you redo your room before high school?”

 “I knowwww…”

 “Yep, you’re drunk alright. Ava should have some clothes in there, take whatever you need.”

 “You sure she won’t mind? And where is she, by the way? It’s been so long since I saw her.”, you ask.

 “She’ll tell you herself in the morning. You do remember that you both wore each other’s clothes in high school?” 

 “Ohh yeah, I remember alright. I practically lived in her room during all of our tests.”, you say as you head into the room he pointed to. After finding a pair of sweats, you change into them. Heading out, you see Liam having laid out a few snacks for himself, water for you, and some throw blankets and pillows. You flop on the cushions and cover yourself with a fuzzy blanket. “What season?” 

“Whatever you want. All of them have some kind of inaccuracy.” 

 He laughs. “I forgot how you drag your words and become painfully straightforward when you become when you’re drunk.”

 “Nooooo...that’s not me!”, you say sarcastically. 

He plays the pilot episode. “You know, I feel like I can kind of relate to Meredith.”, you say.

 Liam gives you an incredulous look. “Not in the mood to explain.” You try to focus on Derek and Meredith’s banter but your eyelids are droopy. Lastly, all you can see is Liam tucking a pillow under your head as sleep overtakes you. 

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Sienna Weighs in P9

OPEN HEART: SECOND YEAR - CHAPTER NINE

(ETHAN x FEMALE MC)

MC is Dr. Francesca Houseman *This entry takes place two days after the Mass Kenmore heist. (This is a chapter by chapter series…)

Baz starts to question Francesca and Ethan’s relationship.

To anyone who may have noticed how late I am with this installment, thanks for your patience. I think I needed to write this when I knew OHB2 was coming back online.

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS Chapter 1:  MC tells Sienna about her Ethan convo at Donahue’s. Chapter 2:  MC and Sienna discuss Ethan’s gym routine. Chapter 3:  MC questions how well she really knows Ethan. Chapter 4:  MC takes Elijah and Sienna to see Evelyn’s exhibit. Chapter 5:  Sienna talks MC through a panic attack over Ethan. Chapter 6:  Sienna cheers on MC for standing up to Ethan. Chapter 7:  MC confides in Sienna how she met Ethan’s mother. Chapter 8:  MC has to the consequences after the baseball game.

Word Count: 1935 Rated: Teen

*** Francesca closed her eyes against the crisp breeze as it rushed past her face. For the first time in the past few weeks she felt a sense of contentment. She had gotten her revenge on Mass Kenmore, both by beating them at the softball game and stealing the Senator from them. She was back on good terms with Aurora, Kyra was scheduled for her life saving surgery, and Ethan had passionately kissed her not once, but twice. 

“Why are you smiling?”

She turned to Baz who was strolling next to her, “I’m just,... I’m excited for ice cream.”

Baz arched his eyebrow, “It’s really that good, huh?”

“Yes, and you must order ‘Death by Chocolate’. No questions asked.”

“Well, at least I’m guaranteed to die happy.” Baz laughed as the small shop came into view. 

He was someone else Francesca was grateful for. A true ally, someone who didn’t pretend to be anything other than what he was (unless he was pretending to be Zaid). Their hospital heist had brought them closer together, reinforcing their growing bond. Still unsure of June’s true motives, Francesca at least knew she could now trust one other person on the team.

Sienna looked up as they walked into the ice cream shop, she smiled and waved them over to her table, “Hey, you two!”

And of course there was Sienna. There were hardly words to express how much she meant to Francesca, and after their softball game fallout, she was almost happiest of all that their friendship was back on track. 

Francesca sat down, “Hey there. You got my text about Baz joining us right? I owe him this treat.”

Baz grabbed a menu as he sat, “Yes, to celebrate the sweet success of our latest win over Mass Kenmore.”

Sienna giggled, “Yes, I did and I’m glad you could join us Dr. Mirani. You guys are bona fide heroes! The whole hospital has been talking about your coup. I still can’t believe you managed to pull it off.”

“Well, we had quite a bit of luck on our side.”

“Yes, and his name is Dr. Ethan Ramsey.” Baz put down the menu, it’s obviously a ‘Death by chocolate’ hot fudge sundae for me. Do you guys know what you want?”

Francesca and Sienna gave him their selections as he got up to order from the counter. As soon as he was out of ear shot, Francesca lowered her voice and leaned in excitedly, “I haven’t had a chance to tell you, but Ethan kissed me again the other day!”

Sienna didn’t even try to hide her glee, “What?! How?! When?!”

Francesca looked over her shoulder to make sure that Baz was still out of hearing range, “At Mass Kenmore! We were about to get caught by someone on staff and needed a distraction. Next thing I know, his body is pressed against mine and his tongue is in my mouth! It was unexpected, and hot, and crazy, and glorious!”

“What was crazy and glorious?” Baz smiled as he reappeared, handing them each a bottle of water.

“Uh, our revenge on Mass Kenmore. A patient stolen for a patient stolen.”

“Hear, hear!” Sienna held up her bottle in a mock cheers. “To the best Diagnostics team in Boston!”

The three laughed as they knocked their bottles together, then settled into an easy banter about hospital life, clueless interns and difficult patients until their ice cream was served. Baz took a bite, “Okay, this is heavenly. Your friend who recommended it is my new best friend.”

Francesca shifted uncomfortably as Sienna leaned over to pat her arm, “She’ll get through the surgery, she’ll be okay.”

Baz shook his head, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t thinking.”

Francesca smiled, “No, it’s fine. It’s not like Kyra isn’t constantly on my mind already. Part of the reason I wanted to come here is because it reminds me of her. I know she’d be happy to know that we’re celebrating a small success. We have to enjoy them as they come.”

Baz nodded, “We do, we really do.”

There was a short silence as they continued eating until Sienna spoke up, “Hey, Aurora told me that you guys are okay again. I’m so glad to hear it.”

Baz chuckled, “Yeah, that was crazy. I thought we were done for sure when I saw her. Based on what I overheard at the softball game, it sounded like she owed you one Francesca.”

Francesca bit her lip, “Yeah, I guess she did.”

Baz finished his ice cream in astonishingly short order and pushed his cup away, “Okay, Francesca, I have a question for you.”

She turned to him with her spoon in her mouth.

“What’s going on between you and Ethan?”

Francesca exchanged a quick but panicked look with Senna before she answered, “What do you even mean?”

Baz shrugged, “I never really noticed or thought about it until June said something---”

“June?!” Francesca was still processing that June would be talking to Baz about her and Ethan as Baz answered, “Yeah, she mentioned something about how you guys have history.”

They both turned to Sienna when she started to laugh, “Of course they have history. Where have you been? Together they saved Dr. Banjeri’s life.”

Baz mulled her words for a bit, “Well, yeah, there’s definitely that. But I’m not sure it explains everything else…”

Francesca tried her best to sound casual, “What’s everything else?”

“For one, he’s chosen to take you out in the field each time we’ve had a patient require it since you joined the team.”

“She’s new!” Sienna chimed in, “He’s obviously exposing her to those opportunities as part of her training.”

Baz nodded, “Okay, but the way you yelled at him when we were at Leland Bloom’s house. I mean, it was awesome but, how’d you get away with it?”

Francesca started to answer, but hesitated as she struggled to come up with something plausible.

“But she didn’t get away with it.” Francesca turned to Sienna who subtly motioned for her to go along, “Remember you told me how he laid into you later in private?”

Francesca’s eyes widened with false recognition, “Yeah, yeah, he admitted he was wrong but also totally disapproved of how I handled the situation. You and June just weren’t there to witness that part. He said he didn’t want to stoop to my level.”

Baz mulled it over, “Huh. That does sound like him.”

Sienna took her last bite of ice cream nodding, “Exactly, it totally does.”

Undeterred, Baz continued, his curiosity and obliviousness blinding him to the growing anxiety at the table. “Well, how did you get him to play softball? That was also pretty out of character.”

Francesca was thankful for an easy out, “Oh my God, that was crazy simple. I just offered him the chance to humiliate Tobias!”

Baz laughed, “Yeah, that would have been a quick sell. Hmmm, I guess it also explains his part in our Mass Kenmore excursion? Making Tobias look bad?”

Francesca quickly assented, “Yes! That’s an angle I intend to play for as long as I can. So far it’s worked out for us really well.”

Sienna clasped her hands together, “See Baz?! There’s nothing out of the ordinary. It looks to me like June is causing unnecessary drama.”

Baz chewed on his lip, “Yeah, she can be … interesting.”

Francesca sighed, “That’s the understatement of the year.”

Leaning back Baz looked at both women and grinned. “Well, I’m glad I got that all cleared up. Zaid told me I was crazy when I mentioned it to him. But Zaid is constantly telling me I’m crazy, so I never exactly know when he’s being serious or not.”

Sienna frowned, “We just tend to assume he’s always being serious.”

“You asked Zaid? Did you ask anyone else?”

Baz shook his head “Nope! You offered me ice cream later that day so I figured I’d just bring it up with you, well, now!” He shrugged, “I’m normally not one to look into things like this but we’re a small team, and things are already tenuous and, well, I just needed to know that we’re all on equal footing.” 

He stood up, “Okay, I’m going to go hit the little boys room, I’ll meet you out front.”

Sienna turned to Francesca wide-eyed as he walked away, “Holy cow, that was a close one!”

Francesca grabbed her purse and headed to the counter to pay, “I really need to figure out June’s game. What the hell? Who else is she talking to?”

Sienna nodded, “You should mention it to Ethan and get his take. You know, when you guys aren’t busy sucking face.” She giggled when Francesca rolled her eyes as they walked towards the door. 

“Argh! It seems like there’s always some looming dark cloud threatening everything, and I just hate it all so much. Walking in here I felt lighter than I had in weeks but now, I feel the weight on my shoulders all over again. In so many ways things are improving, but at the same time, I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“Like you’re at a crossroads where things can go either really great or really bad, and you’re still waiting for directions on which way to turn.”

Francesca looked up surprised, “You feel it too?”

Sienna nodded, “I do. Between the fate of the hospital and Kyra, and everything else, it’s hard not too.”

They were met with Baz’s smiling face as he walked out of the shop, “Much better!” His expression slipped as he saw their faces, “What’s wrong?”

Francesca shook her head, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked at him. “Baz, I have a question for you.”

“Shoot!”

“How do you stay so above it all? So nonchalant and, well, happy, when everything around us is on the verge of collapse?”

Baz took a thoughtful breath, “Part of it is that the ‘doom and gloom’ gene went to my brother. The other part of it is that I’ve watched him worry about worst case possibilities his entire life, and none of his fretting ever contributed to the outcome one way or another. So I figured, who needs it? I’ll stress when there is something concrete to stress about.”

“But Edenbrook, it could close! We could all be out of jobs soon and the patients will have nowhere to go.”

Baz tilted his head, “Yes, but it’s open now and we can help people now. And just like it could close, it could also stay open. Right?”

Sienna slowly nodded, “I mean, it is a valid point.”

Baz sighed, “I make more of those than I get credit for, so here’s another one. Say the worst thing does happen, you know why you’ll still be okay?”

Francesca shrugged, “Because we’re all excellent doctors who are bound to land on our feet?”

Baz chuckled, “Probably, but not what I meant. You have an amazing support system. Your group of friends, you guys are the envy of the hospital staff. You’ll will get through whatever it is together. That, coupled with your stellar resumes, means you’ll be able to find ways to help whoever needs your help, wherever they may end up.”

Francesca absorbed his words as Sienna responded, “Thank you Baz. We do have an incredible group, and you know what?”

“What?”

She smiled as she looped her arm into his and the three of them headed back towards the hospital, “I think we may have just found our newest member.”

Chapter 10:  Sienna confronts Francesca on Ethan’s “Not Single” status. 

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[silver-rings-and-rabbits]

Sunlight and Shadows

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x M! MC (Matthew Valentine)

Summary: A continuation of where Open Heart: Second Year chapter 9 left off. I was disappointed but not surprised that they opened chapter 10 with a time jump and left us hanging for two thirds of the chapter, so this is how I imagined my MC to react when Rafael first told him he was leaving town (I know it’s a moot point now, but it was fun to write)

Category: Angst, but with a bit of friendship (one-shot)

"I'm leaving town."

The words hit Matthew like a bullet, tearing right through him, leaving him breathless.

"L-leaving?" he stuttered.

"Yeah." Rafael looked regretful, and Matthew could see why he had tried to keep this news from him for now.

"But...why? Where are you going?" Matthew's voice was soft and hoarse, like it always was when he was upset. Rafael had heard his sad voice before, but knowing he was the direct cause cut him deep. Even though he deserved to feel bad. It was nothing less than he should have expected.

"I'm moving to Brazil," he said weakly. It was pointless to keep the full truth from Matthew now. The box had been opened.

"Brazil?!" Matthew's voice rose up a level and his big eyes widened. "That's so far away..." Matthew bit down on his lip, looking away from Rafael, only for his gaze to land on Kyra in her hospital bed connected to all kinds of tubes and machines, looking small and weak. He turned back to Rafael, his heart pounding in his chest.

"But...what about your family?"

Rafael swallowed. "I've talked about it with everyone. I'm going to stay with my cousin in Salvador and I'll be able to catch up with that side of the family. And my family in Boston are all for it."

"They're all for you just disappearing?!" Matthew asked sharply. He looked away again and drew in a deep breath. He was getting out of control. It was too much now. Maybe June had been right earlier. Maybe he should take a sick day...

Rafael was looking hurt. "I'll miss them, obviously, and they'll miss me but...I've lived in the same neighbourhood my entire life. Maybe it's time for me to start fresh. And that's what they support. I'm not abandoning anyone."

"But...what about work?"

"I quit," Rafael said simply, and Matthew's jaw dropped in surprise. "Being suspended lead to me thinking about what would come next. I always knew I wouldn't be a paramedic forever and maybe this is how it's meant to go." He shrugged, calmly accepting.

"Oh geez..." Matthew let out a rush of breath, leaning heavily against the wall trying to wrap his head around the news.

It had been six or seven months since Sora had come back to Boston causing Rafael to question everything. Matthew's heart was broken and he was going through a very long and slow recovery process. He had distanced himself from Rafael at first, but when they had danced together at Boston T-Party Music Festival Matthew realised how much he had missed being Rafael's friend. With constant, stern reminders that Rafael was no longer his, Matthew slowly started to let him in again. But now, hearing that Rafael was moving to another country, Matthew realised how much he treasured the few minutes at a time when he could chat to Rafael in the hospital corridors. How he still got a little rush if Rafael hugged him or if they accidentally brushed against each other. Now Matthew was faced with the cold, harsh truth that he had still been hoping Rafael might still have feelings for him, might someday come back to him. How stupid Matthew had been. He really didn't have a chance.

"Hey..." Rafael looked concerned and took a step closer, reaching out towards him. "Matthew, come on, it'll be alr--"

"Don't." Matthew hastily stepped away, and Rafael flinched. Matthew took a deep breath to try and pull himself together and tried again. "I'm sorry Raf, I just...I need to be alone right now. I need to...process..." he looked into Rafael's eyes--warm, chocolate brown; he had once seen them sparkling so beautifully under the light of a street lamp--and his heart seemed to shatter all over again. 'I've decided to be with Sora' 'I'm moving to Brazil'...Really, what difference did it make?

"I need to be alone," Matthew repeated, his voice soft again.

Rafael nodded, sadness crossing his face. He stepped away from Matthew, outstretched hand falling to his side. Once upon a time Matthew had grabbed that hand like a lifeline and dragged Rafael into the on-call room where he had broken down in his arms. That had only been a year ago, though it felt like another life. Maybe even a dream.

Without another word, Matthew turned away and began walking as fast as he could to the locker room. A few people he vaguely knew were in there and cheerfully greeted him. Matthew might have mumbled something in their direction--he was only vaguely aware of his surroundings--as he grabbed his bag and jacket and headed straight for the exit.

He stopped short in the car park, having spotted three familiar figures up ahead. His roommates were leaving, bantering with each other warmly, apparently unaware of the complete shake-up that was going down. Not ready to engage in conversation, Matthew's steps faltered and he slowed down, allowing the distance between them to increase. When his friends turned in the direction of the subway, he turned the opposite way.

His heart was still pounding and he felt shaky and light-headed. It was a little like how he felt after skydiving with everyone last year, except this time there was no security of a parachute and no solid ground to catch him safely. Or at all. He might as well be falling endlessly through nothingness.

As Matthew wandered down the street, a sign for Boston Common caught his eye and he headed for the park. His friends had come here a couple of times last summer to watch old movies, share picnics and try and relax after work. The first time he had gone, Rafael had been unable to join due to work. Eventually Matthew and Bryce had grown bored of the movie and snuck off to 'find an adventure' as Bryce had put it. Even though Matthew knew Rafael was at work, he couldn't help looking around the streets in the hope of bumping into him. Right place, right time.

Last summer had been possibly the best of his life. Moving to a new, scary but exciting city, starting his dream job, meeting his colleagues and finding a whole family in some of them. A handsome paramedic flying him above the city and its coastline as it was all washed in gold. Everything was more than Matthew could have ever dreamed. Only a year ago, but sometimes it felt like much longer. Other times it seemed like only yesterday.

This year should have been great; all his good friends nearby, the coveted position of junior fellow on the diagnostics team. He had grown a lot and come out of his shell since his first day, now he had more confidence in himself than ever before. And he was pleased with his success, but since the unexpected reappearance of Sora, shadows had been cast over his heart and mind.

A lump grew in his throat and his heart ache could have been a literal hole in his chest it hurt so much...but tears didn't come. He couldn't seem to manifest them anymore, even though the first few weeks after the break-up they hadn't seemed to stop. In some ways he preferred not being able to cry but now he wished he could. Anything to relieve the pain.

Matthew had tried to move on, really tried. His friends had encouraged him to go out as much as possible. He had thrown himself into his work more than ever before, to the point where Inez had worried that he was in danger of burning out. Hook-ups, dating apps, Bryce and Jackie being his wing man and woman, nothing really worked. Rafael was the only person Matthew had ever truly wanted to be with.

His phone buzzed against his leg and he dug it out of his pocket to find a text from Elijah: 'you about? We are ordering chinese, you in?' Matthew sighed and typed out a reply: 'Go ahead, but Im not very hungry'. He shoved his phone back into his pocket, ignoring the vibrations. He knew he had just thrown up a red flag. He had always been the type to lose his appetite when he was sad, and he hadn't eaten properly for several days after Rafael had chosen Sora. His weight had noticeably dropped, and ever since then his roommates had constantly checked what he was eating and how much he was eating. Sienna in particular would try and push him to second helpings as much as she could. It had been almost a little annoying at times...but it all came from a place of caring.

Not for the first time, Matthew thought about how lucky he had been to find his friends so soon. He had struggled to make lasting friendships in high school and hadn't kept in touch with many people from med school. At best he had hoped for some decent colleagues who could crack cases alongside him and enjoy a drink or two after work. On his first day alone, Bryce and Jackie had casually flirted with him, Jackie helped him revive his patient, Sienna intervened when Ramsey chewed him out, and Elijah had got lost with him somewhere within the hospital. Before he knew it they were living together and their small garden-level apartment quickly became a cosy home. It was everything he needed, even now.

Matthew smiled a little as he recalled an evening at Donahue's from a few months back. He had had some drinks and said 'I love you guys deeply. You've always got my back. I'd have lost my job without you all and I'm so grateful you're here and I don't tell you that enough.' 

Bryce had ruffled his hair and laughed. 'You tell us that every time we get drunk and sometimes when we're sober!'

Letting out a slow breath, Matthew leaned against a tree and looked towards the sky contemplatively. He had already got more than he ever bargained for when moving to Boston, and never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined meeting someone like Rafael. Surely it was enough to have all that even for only a short time than not at all? Not everything would last forever. Maybe his relationship with Rafael was only ever meant to be short and sweet.

As Matthew left the Common and started home he thought back on his previous conversation with Rafael with a twinge of regret. He hadn't meant to fly off the handle and had almost used Rafael's love for his family as a weapon against him. He hadn't meant to but he was sure it had come across that way. Rafael had been genuinely stung by it.

Matthew didn't want that to be their last conversation and he definitely didn't want to be bitter. As he entered his apartment building, he dug his phone out of his pocket, unsurprised by the concerned messages from his friends. He leaned against the wall beside his front door and dialled, holding his breath while it rang...

"Hello?" Rafael's deep voice was breathless.

"Hey, Raf, it's me," said Matthew, relieved. He had half-expected Rafael to ignore his call.

"Matthew!"

"Hey. Listen...I want to apologise for blowing up at you earlier. And for what I said about you leaving your family. I shouldn't have said that, I know you'd never do it."

"That's OK, you were upset. I know it was a bad time..."

"Well, yeah, but you did try to warn me first..."

There was a pause. Then Rafael said, "Well, I hate to say I told you so but...told you so?"

They both laughed. The tension left Matthew's shoulders.

"When do you fly out?" he asked.

"Erm...end of next week," Rafael said, and Matthew winced. So soon. "Hey Matthew, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"When you moved to Boston...you'd never left Colorado, right? I know you'd moved within the state but this was the furthest you've gone?"

"That's right." Matthew frowned. "Are you nervous?"

"...A bit."

"Well, that's to be expected. I was nervous about moving to a different state but you're moving to another country. That's much further than I've ever gone."

Rafael chuckled. "True, but...well, how did you deal with it?"

Matthew thought for a minute. "First of all, don't bottle up the nerves or you'll become a time bomb." Matthew remembered a few weeks before he moved to Boston, he had pretended he was perfectly fine, then his uncle had casually wished him luck in the big city and he had suddenly broken down. "Make sure you talk through it with someone, you'll be surprised at how much it clears your head.

"But also...I knew this was the right decision for me, no matter what. I wanted to be a doctor and that meant going somewhere that would give me the best guidance and training I could get. And I had been inspired by Ramsey and studied his research the most extensively, so that meant applying to Edenbrook." He shrugged.

There was a pause on the other end of the line as Rafael considered this. "So, what you're saying is, you had a goal and moving to Boston was the best way to achieve it? Like, a means to an end?"

"That's right."

"Oh. I just wish I had a clear set career goal like you do," Raf admitted with a nervous laugh.

Stay in Boston and train to be an OT like you once told me you were thinking of doing Matthew thought suddenly. But he refused to say it. This was not about him. "Think of it as a means to an end to finding your dream job?" he suggested instead. "You might step off the plane and walk right into it for all we know." Rafael laughed again, and Matthew smiled wistfully. It was good to hear him laughing.

"Thanks Matthew. That does help."

"Good. And listen, Raf? If you think it's all gone wrong, if you need an escape, if you need anything at all...you'll always have a place to stay with me." He swallowed, the lump coming back into his throat. "I promise. The couch has your name on it."

"Thank you, Matthew," Rafael said fervently. "And the same goes for you. You will always be welcome to visit."

Matthew smiled sadly. "That would be great. But you know what my life is like. I don't have much time for vacation so don't hold your breath too tightly. I won't be happy if I hear you've suffocated." This time when Rafael laughed Matthew joined in.

"I'm...I'm really happy I met you, Matthew," Rafael said. His voice was hesitant, like he wasn't sure if he should say it.

"I'm really happy I met you too," Matthew replied, his voice soft but tender and earnest. Happier than you'll ever know he added silently. Out of nowhere, a tear suddenly welled in his eye and fell down his cheek.

"I'll be back to Edenbrook at least once before I go. I'll see you then?"

"Sure," Matthew said with a resigned smile. "See you around, Raf."

They ended the call.

Matthew sagged against the wall, a few more tears making their way down his face. It felt oddly nice to cry again. And even though it hurt he was glad to have made the call. Rafael had made him so happy, how could he want anything less for him in return? If that meant Rafael leaving Boston to fly to Brazil...so be it. Before his place at Edenbrook had been confirmed, Matthew would sometimes work himself into a state of anxiety worrying about what he would do if he was rejected and stuck in that small town. If Rafael was now feeling that way about Boston, Matthew could not--would not--hold him in bad faith.

Matthew straightened up and wiped his tears, taking a calming breath before he faced his roommates. He would let them take care of him, and then he would go into work and focus on his patients and do what he came to Boston to do: become the best doctor he could be. Meanwhile Rafael would go to Brazil and live and be happy. 

Maybe the sunlight would return when Matthew met someone new.

[d3-iseefire]

Little Swan Lost Chapter 34

Note: Boom! Look who’s back! :D I’m sorry for taking so long to update, but I’m back now and we’re back on track! Also, a huge thank you to BeaverHatsAreTheCoolest who was kind enough to make some epic fanart for the story! You can check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21840778

Bilba sat sandwiched between Cerys and Ori and tried to focus on the movie. She was idly chewing on her thumb nail, a bad habit she'd mostly broken and only reverted to in moments of high anxiety.

Like now.

Her eyes flickered to the door, but it remained shut.

What in the world was keeping him?

It wasn't so much that she wanted Thorin to come back, as much as she wanted to stop stressing about him coming back.

"Popcorn?" A giant bowl full of fluffy kernels appeared under her nose, culled from the small kitchen area behind them. Bilba hadn't realized they even had popcorn back there, but Ori had sniffed it out with laser focused efficiency.

"I'm not really hungry." Bilba pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees. At Cerys and Ori's urging she'd gone and changed back into her nightclothes and pulled a robe on before returning to sit on the couch.

"We should totally have a spa day," Ori said, eyes going to Bilba's bare toes where they were braced on the edge of the couch. She toed off her slippers and held out her hands to reveal her fingernails and toenails were painted with a very pretty pink and gold floral pattern.

"Maybe," Bilba said non-committedly. She rested her head on her knees. On the television, the main heroine had just met her love interest in classic romantic comedy fashion, by spilling a full cup of coffee on him. "You ever notice they only react to getting a giant coffee stain?" she asked absently. "Isn't the coffee fresh?"

Ori's eyes narrowed. "That is so true. He should be screaming in pain from the burns."

"Less romantic," Cerys said. "How did you two meet? Oh, I spilled coffee on him, versus I gave him second degree burns and permanent scarring."

"True," Bilba conceded. Inwardly she cringed at the thought of someone one day asking Thorin how they'd met, officially, and him responding with the story of her almost getting him killed and leaving him with bruised ribs.

Not that she was suggesting their story was anything close to a romantic comedy, or that she had any intention of falling in love with him. Just that...if someone asked...and... there were parallels...and...and she was just going to stop thinking about it now.

The door opened and Bilba jumped. Her arms tightened around her legs and her toes curled into the cushion of the couch.

Cerys leapt to her feet as Thorin walked in. Bilba stayed seated because her body was literally frozen in place while Ori stayed seated because she was Ori.

"Ladies." Thorin frowned at her, and Bilba tried to not noticeably cringe. "Are you all right?"

Bilba nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry to have caused trouble."

He scowled. "You should be able to walk around your own home without risk of harassment."

"That she should," Ori said with a dark look at Thorin as if she held him personally responsible rather than her husband who was actually in charge of palace safety.

Thorin shook his head and frowned at the movie. Ori had paused it when he'd come in and it was frozen on a scene of the heroine frantically trying to help the love interest clean off the coffee stain only rip his shirt half off in the process. "What are you watching?"

"A romantic comedy, Your Highness," Ori drawled. She gestured to the couch. "You should join us. Maybe you'd learn something."

Bilba tensed, expecting Thorin to explode at the blatant disrespect. Instead, he simply raised an eyebrow. "Learn what? How to get scalded and have my clothing ripped off? I'll pass."

The thought of him having his clothing ripped off called to mind the memory of him without a shirt on and Bilba quickly focused on her feet as her face went red hot.

Thorin started to move toward his room, only to pause and half turn back. "Would you care to join me tomorrow for breakfast?" he asked Bilba.

Bilba gaped at him.

Ori gaped at him.

Cerys, who was still standing at attention, gaped at him.

"Uh," Bilba started to say...something but, before she could, Ori piped up.

"Sorry, I beat you to it," she said cheerfully. "Maybe the day after?"

Thorin's eyes narrowed. "Don't you and Dwalin usually eat with us?"

"Normally," Ori agreed, "but I promised I'd take Bilba to King's Landing tomorrow. They make great omelets."

Bilba tried her best to keep her face neutral even as she privately panicked.

Ori was lying.

Lying.

To THORIN.

She swallowed down a dry throat. Was this a test? If she said something she'd be disloyal to Ori, who was connected to the Captain of the Guard and the Spymaster. If she didn't say anything, however, she'd be showing disloyalty to Thorin.

Before she could come to a decision, Thorin turned toward his room again. "All right, day after then."

He vanished into his room, pulling the door shut behind him, and Bilba twisted around to stare wide-eyed at Ori. "What was that?"

"That," Ori said in a droll voice, "was me saving you from having to sit across from Kyra for an entire meal. At least for tomorrow, we'll have to figure something out for the next day."

Oh, Bilba thought. She'd known Kyra ate with Thorin at times, earlier that day for example when she'd intercepted them. Had she known the woman ate with the entire family at meals? She couldn't remember, but it certainly didn't surprise her.

"She's everywhere I turn." As soon as the words left her mouth, Bilba flinched and mentally kicked herself. Ori and Kyra were friends, and she was sure Cerys had far more loyalty to Erebor's ever present ambassador than she did to the interloper.

"You know," Ori said slowly, "you do outrank her, by a lot. You can set ground rules."

"Oh, I'm sure Thorin would love that." Bilba tried to keep the bitterness from her voice. She didn't want to be bitter, but some days were easier than others. "Everyone loves her, and they hate me."

"They just don't know you yet," Ori said, patting her on the knee. "You'll see. You just need to get out and let them see you, the real you."

Bilba snorted. "They'll probably throw things at me."

"Only if they want to deal with me or Gareth," Cerys said in a voice that was almost dangerously calm. She'd sat back on the couch again after Thorin had left and drawn her legs up to sit cross-legged on the small cushion.

"I thought you and Kyra were friends?" Bilba said to Ori, carefully. She had no idea why the other woman would want her to gain any positive ground, not if it meant upsetting Kyra.

Ori shrugged. "I consider you both my friends, and this is the best thing for both of you. You'll get the media to shut up, and she'll stop believing her own press."

"Her own press?" Bilba asked blankly.

Ori nodded. "She hears all the same news stories, and she gets all the pitying looks and all that stuff." She waved her hand as she spoke. The more excited Ori got the more animated she tended to get. "So she starts believing it, you know? Poor me and all that, and then she starts deciding it's fine for her to do stupid crap like hanging out with Thorin in here or going to lunch with him and so forth."

"You feel sorry for her," Bilba said, with a mix of surprise and resignation. She wasn't sure how to feel about that revelation. On the one hand it felt like a refreshing level of honesty. On the other hand, it felt like of course another Kyra supporter.

It also, just a little bit, felt manipulative.

Bilba was very, very familiar with manipulation. Her grandfather had the singular gift of being able to talk out of both sides of his mouth and appear completely genuine and sincere the entire time. Speaking to him was terrifying because she had no way of knowing if he was being straightforward or setting her up.

She'd been wrong more than once and always paid a heavy price for her mistake.

"I feel sorry for both of you," Ori went on. "It's an awful situation all the way around, and Thorin certainly isn't helping."

Bilba tilted her head ever so slightly, considering. Was that it? Was Ori trying to gauge what her feelings were about Thorin? The muscle deep soreness in her side was testament to almost getting Thorin killed, and now Ori was bringing him up and trying to see if Bilba would disparage him? Ori, who was married to Dwalin and sister to Nori.

Her stomach clenched, and Bilba's fingers dug into her knees. "I'm sure he's struggling just as much as the rest of us," she said softly. "His entire life was upended."

"So was yours," Ori groused. "At least he wasn't uprooted and sent halfway across the world from his family and friends, where everyone keeps treating him like some sort of old school villain."

Bilba made a non-committal sound and focused on the still frozen television screen. She had no idea what the "correct" response was and was too nervous to try and guess. Not when she now officially knew that Erebor had a Spymaster and that anything she said to Ori would undoubtedly make its way straight to him.

"In any event," Cerys said suddenly, breaking into the silence, "nothing is going to change overnight, and we did come in here to watch a movie, didn't we?"

"True enough, Ori said, slumping back against the couch back. "Movie tonight and then, first thing in the morning, we'll start work on reforming your image." She shoved an arm in the air, finger pointing toward the ceiling. "Starting at King's Landing with omelets!"

Bilba, who'd been in the process of sending Cerys a look of gratitude for changing the topic, felt her smile fade. She wanted to get out and go to college and work in the bakery and maybe see the ballet school but wanting to do it was a bit different than actually doing it."

Okay, a lot different.  

She'd be out in the open, surrounded by the public, who openly hated her.

Cerys put a hand over hers and she started. "It'll be all right, Your Highness," the dark-haired woman said. "Gareth and I will be there, along with plenty of security."

"Good palace security," Ori cut in. "Not like that asshole."

"No," Cerys growled. "Gareth and I will put together a team for you, one you can trust. If you ever feel uncomfortable you'll be able to turn to any of us on the team with complete faith." She leaned forward and flashed a grin at Ori. "Don't tell the Captain that I implied I was better at picking guards than he was."

Ori laughed. "Don't worry, I'm going to tell him to his face, from me."

She grabbed the remote as she spoke and started the movie playing again before retrieving her bowl of popcorn to munch on.

Bilba sighed and tried to focus on the movie and not think about the next day.

She wasn't entirely sure if she wouldn't have been better off having to deal with Kyra.

                                                     ***

"I hear there was an issue with your young wife last night."

Thorin frowned as the words registered and pulled himself away from the email he'd been reading on his phone. He'd slept poorly the night before and, while he'd managed to drag himself down to breakfast, he wasn't entirely awake yet.

He focused on his father. "There was a problem with one of the guards. It's been dealt with."

Thrain did not look convinced. "She certainly seems to attract trouble."

Thorin scowled. His father was referencing the mishap at the beach which he, as a matter of course, had been briefed on. "She's a dancer. She was practicing in the ballroom when one of the guards took it upon himself to accost her."

"She chose an odd time to practice," the king said flatly.

"I quite agree," Kyra spoke up from the other side of the table. "Rather inappropriate if you ask me."

"I did not," Thrain said. He continued to stare at her after he'd spoken, until an awkward silence had fallen. Kyra's face turned increasingly red and her hand clenched on her fork.

Thorin cleared his throat. "She can hardly be faulted for not being able to sleep. I've been known to walk the gardens late, and Frerin trains at all hours."

Frerin glanced up from his phone with a confused frown. "What?"

Thorin waved at him to go back to what he'd been doing. "Besides," he continued, still focused on his father, "aren't you the one wanting her to leave her room more often?"

The king grunted. "When I said that I meant in public, during the day, not scurrying about at night like a frightened mouse."

"In that case," Thorin said with satisfaction, "you'll be happy to know she's off having breakfast with Ori this morning."

Somewhat to his surprise, his father's scowl deepened. "She sits down to eat with your guard's wife before she comes to eat with her own family?"

"Perhaps she was concerned she wouldn't be welcome," Dis broke in from where she was struggling to get Kili to sit still for five seconds. On her other side, Fili had his nose buried in a book, other hand holding a fork a bit of egg impaled on it. Thorin was pretty sure it was the same bit that had been there five minutes earlier when he'd glanced at the boy.

"The irregularities have been corrected," the Thrain said, "and I've been more than patient in allowing her to 'settle in' as you advised."

Thorin grimaced. The "irregularities" his father referenced referred to Hadra and Dardren and the fact that they'd openly lied about the girl refusing invitations to meals. His father had virtually banned her from the table at one point, angry over what he saw as blatant disrespect.

He'd been ready to order the girl before him, but Dis had calmed him down, citing the fact the princess had been uprooted from all she'd known and married to a stranger in a foreign land. She'd suggested patience and, surprisingly, Thrain had agreed.

Or maybe not surprising. He'd always had a soft spot for Dis, not only for her loss of Vili but also the fact that she'd provided him with grandchildren.

Thorin's eyes caught on Kyra and saw her looking at him, wide-eyed. He knew she was thinking of how awkward it would be having her and Bilba there at the same time, across from one another.

He quite agreed but wasn't sure how to address it. Certainly, Bilba had the right to be there as his wife, but Kyra was family. He couldn't very well exclude her from meals, could he? Force her to eat alone while they all ate together?

"I want to see her when she returns," Thrain said.

The words registered and Thorin scowled at his father. "I have meetings scheduled for most of the day."

"I didn't say you had to be involved," Thrain growled. "Have the girl's guard alerted. As soon as she returns she's to be escorted to my office. I've gone long enough not meeting my new daughter-in-law."

"Fine," Thorin muttered. "I'll make sure she's sent up."

"Is she pregnant yet?" Thrain suddenly demanded, seeming to change topics without rhyme or reason. It was a common trait of his, and one that had more than once left some poor councilor or aide mired in confusion as they struggled to keep up.

Kyra sucked in a harsh gasp and the fork in her hand clattered onto her plate.

"No," Thorin growled. His hand, resting on his thigh, dug into his leg. He was already in a poor mood from the lack of sleep and the pain of his bruised ribs and his father wasn't helping. No doubt the man knew that and was using it to his own purpose. People who were tired and in pain were far easier to push, and once someone was pushed far enough they tended to reveal things they wouldn't have otherwise.

Some people anyway. Thorin had long grown used to his father and, while the man could certainly be irritating, it didn't mean Thorin would slip up and start babbling like an idiot.

"And why not?" Thrain asked. "Are you incapable of --"

"Father!" Dis had her hand over Kili's ears and was giving her father a pointed look. "Not in front of the children, please!"

Next to her, Fili was still staring at his book, but Thorin saw his eyes flick up a few times, showing he was listening but pretending not to.

Thrain muttered under his breath. "It's important Erebor have an heir as soon as possible."

"Erebor has three heirs," Dis said in annoyance. "Your grandsons, and youngest son in case you've forgotten."

Frerin was looking up as well, Thorin noticed, having actually put his phone down for once.

"The throne is passed through the oldest son," Thrain stated, placing his own fork and knife on his plate with a clatter. "There are many who'd challenge Frerin's claim, and even more who would challenge Fili or Kili. I want my legacy ironclad, and that will only happen if the throne passes through Thorin and his progeny."

Hurt flashed through Frerin's eyes and Thorin resisted the urge to yell at his father. It would do no good, it never had in the past and trying again would simply be a waste of breath.

His father, unfortunately, held a deep paranoia concerning the throne of Erebor. They'd lost it once and, now that they'd reclaimed it, he was deeply afraid of losing it again. He was forever taking steps that he felt would ensure the throne could never again be lost. Some of those steps made sense. Others, not so much.

Frerin reached for his phone again. Before he could grab it, Thorin caught his eyes and flashed him a reassuring smile. Frerin gave a small one in return before looking down at his screen.

Frerin knew their father loved him, just as he loved Dis and the boys. He did. He just sometimes had a tendency to let his concern for the throne override his concern for his family.

Realizing he'd lost his appetite, Thorin pushed his plate back and stood to his feet. They rarely stood on ceremony at the table, allowing them to come and go as they pleased. It was a fact he'd never been so grateful for before. As he stood he heard his father grumble under his breath, but the man made no attempt to stop him.  

He nodded toward Dis and the boys, received three smiles in return and headed out of the room.

As he reached the stairs, he heard hurrying footsteps and then Kyra was there alongside him. "Has he been harassing you like that all along?"

"More or less." Thorin sighed. "Here's hoping he doesn't dump that on Bilba. He can be intense and the last thing she needs is him demanding she provide an heir."

"Does he know?" Kyra said in a low voice. "That you haven't--"

Thorin shot her a dark look and Kyra snapped her mouth shut. The last thing he needed was for word to get out that he hadn't consummated his marriage. The media would have a field day with it.

They reached the top of the stairs and headed toward their respective offices. Kyra appeared ready to walk to his office with him so Thorin deliberately stopped outside of her office door, forcing her to stop with him. "I'll speak to you later."

She frowned. "Are you sure? If you need to talk--"

"I'm fine," Thorin said. He was not fine. He was in pain; he was tired and he was deeply irritated. "I'll see you later."

"Okay." She reached out and placed her hand on his forearm. "I hope your day goes better."

Thorin nodded tightly and turned toward his own office.

He had a long day in front of him but, for the moment, there was only one thought on his mind.

Finding a damn aspirin.

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Overworked (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

[A little note: To the anon that asked me for a ethan x mc fic, I’ve been working on one ever since and I’ve refused to stop until it was done. I’m still in the figuring out stage, but at this point where I think Ethan and MC are in their...whatever it is, this seemed like an appropriate place to start and discover that. Thank you for your request, I hope you enjoy :D]

[Words Counted: 2831].

Sawyer knew better than the next to take the case home with her.

She tried telling herself countless of times after every night of leaving Edenbrook hospital; she was leaving work behind her. She was putting aside the job, until she had to do it all over again tomorrow.

It was a lot saner that way.

But the truth was – every case stuck to her; every case weighed her down like cinder-blocks tied to her feet. She could barely see the surface anymore.

Her mother had always teased her about it. She was too emphatic, she always said – she felt too deeply, and cared too much. But Sawyer had never thought about it as a curse. It was a blessing to care about people – she wanted to become a doctor to help people.

Still, Sawyer knew it was hard. She had already seen her fair share of people try and fail doing the same. She saw cracks in their armor while they were on call, saw some of them fall apart almost completely when she ventured and caught another intern inside a storage closet – crying or taking a moment just to breathe. She didn’t want it to linger, the way it was now. But in her vow to help people, came the responsibility of such a task. It came with putting overtime hours and heading back home too late to eat anything more than a midnight snack. It came with overworking herself.

Although she knew – she was still here, doing it all over again. Despite the warnings. Despite her friends’ and her mother’s insistent. She couldn’t help it; it was just simply who she was – and it was why she was currently going through Kyra Santana’s file.

Her patient might have given up; but she wouldn’t. Cancer is something they could fight; something Sawyer took too deeply when she considered her own family. She wouldn’t abandon Kyra – even if she couldn’t see how much she needed her, herself.

It was why she was currently at her desk; reading over Kyra’s charts – analyzing her blood work.

It didn’t look good.

The cancer was aggressive, already spreading further than Sawyer anticipated. Sighing, she tapped her pen against her clipboard. Treatment was the only option – and Kyra would keep fighting her tooth and nail about it.

Rubbing her eyes, Sawyer dropped her clipboard by the corner of her desk.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

She hadn’t heard Ethan, which spoke volumes for how tired she was. At the sound of his voice, she jumped before glancing up warily at him. She met his impossibly crystal eyes with a blank stare until he emphatically repeated his question.

“Oh!” She smiled ruefully, “sorry. I’ve just been…” she trailed off, gesturing at her clipboard and biting her lower lip before staring back up at him. “Going through a patient’s blood work.”

Well, ex-patient at the rate this rate. Kyra hadn’t been back since they talked.

Ethan searched her face before making a motion behind him. “Follow me rookie.”

Blinking, Sawyer hesitated for a moment before dutifully following behind him. She kept her gaze rooted to his back as they disappeared within an empty hall. It was mostly quiet around this time at the hospital anyway; with only the overnight staff still present.

When he turned to face her, Sawyer had nearly ran into him. “It’s Kyra, isn’t it?” His face softened a fraction and for a moment, Sawyer could see the softer side of him – the side he often buried in front of others. It was only too bad that within seconds it was gone.

Sawyer stood, stretching and wincing at how sore her muscles were from being on her feet all day. “Yes, and it’s not good news.” She sighed, “it’s worse.”

“I’m sorry.” He offered simply, slipping his hands into his coat. “I know… how hard this must be on you.”

She nodded absently, but she was bracing for it. She was waiting for the I-told-you-so from him. He knew from experience. She was starting to learn what he preached and in her first few months here, she was starting to feel worn and rundown. “You warned me this would happen,” she took a deep breath. “You told me to be prepared for the inevitable, and I’m…” she was fighting for the right words, “…hallow, numb.” She ran her fingers through her bright hair; shaking her head after she glanced away. “Kyra isn’t gone but already I feel like I’ve failed her.”

“You haven’t failed her.” He said a matter-of-factly, taking a step closer. He was suddenly crowding her vision. He was close enough for her to see the slight flecks in his eyes.

Sawyer blinked up at him in alarm when she felt his hands on her shoulders.

“She’s still here.”

“But she wants to stop fighting. She wants it to win.” Grief had changed her voice; made it crack as Sawyer dropped her eyes to her feet. “I want her to keep fighting but – she doesn’t want to anymore.” She knew how bad it could, how much cancer took from everything. She’d seen it nearly destroy her family. “I know I should respect that. I know and yet…yet I - She’s tired, and I –” she cleared her throat, “I can’t stop myself from going over her file – wondering what we did wrong, what I did wrong –” She felt his arms around her then, felt his quiet breath atop her head as he hugged her tentatively – as if to ask is this okay? But it was more than okay, it was what Sawyer hadn’t realized she needed until she buried her face into his chest and simply breathed the comforting scent of his aftershave.

“It’s alright.” His tone was uncharacteristically gentle. “It’s alright.”

She took a moment to listen to his steady heartbeat, letting the sound of it become her guide to breathe. She inhaled deeply, clutching onto him; her knuckles going white while he continued to repeat the same words, over and over again against her ear.

It wasn’t until Ethan interrupted the silence between them with a clear of his throat that she realized her mistake. She had overstepped again. Her fingers froze and slowly she unclenched her hands from his shirt. “Sorry,” Sawyer mumbled, pulling away first.

He had been very clear about their boundaries since the first time they kissed. Boundaries, she did not share.

“Don’t be.” There was a splash of colour to his cheeks. “I offered.” He took another step back, creating more distance between them and making it much easier for Sawyer to find her footing again despite the surge of disappointment at the motion.

“I figured you needed a moment….to put yourself back together again.” Ethan’s gaze turned solemn, “and what you’re going through is something we all go through. Sooner or later we spread ourselves too thin, when we care so much.” His eyes searched hers’ and she felt her throat go dry from the intensity of his stare.

Is that how you feel about Dr. Banerji? She had almost spoken the words aloud before biting her lips firmly in an attempt to stop herself. That was the second subject she had almost breached today – and in public none the less.

As though reading her thoughts, he looked away. “And I know better than most.”

Sawyer ensured her voice was low as she spoke; keeping her attention half on him and the other half down the hall as a nurse appeared. “Has Dr. Banaerji’s condition – ”

“No.” He interjected. “Not since the last time you saw him.”

She relaxed a fraction, absently placing a hand on his arm for comfort before thinking better of it. “There’s that at least. No change is still good news.”  

“And yet not very reassuring.” He murmured. It was his turn to look a little desolate, a little more lost than Sawyer felt after the day she’s had. And to think – she used to believe he didn’t care about anyone or anything. Now she knew better. She understood how much he cared about people, even if he wasn’t in the habit of showing it.

Without thinking Sawyer stepped closer to Ethan, watching the way his eyes widened in surprise as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “It’s alright.” She uttered softly. “He has you, he has us.”

There was a question in his eyes as his free hand reached between them, almost as though to cup her cheek. At the last second, he went completely still – stopping his hand in mid-motion as the breath in Sawyer’s throat left in a barely cohesive sound.

Ethan cleared his throat, the strain visible along the smooth lines of his face as he withdrew his hand out of her solid grip. “You should get some sleep, Hutton. You can’t save people when you can barely save yourself.” Almost a little awkwardly, his other hand patted her on the back.

“Uh right,” Sawyer forced a laugh, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I suppose it is getting rather late.” She checked the time on her watch. Shoot. She wasn’t getting any sleep tonight – maybe a nap, if she was lucky in traffic.

“I’ll walk you to your car.”

She glanced up at him.

The offer surprised her.

He looked taken aback himself at the words but made no move to deflect. Trying not to sound eager, she agreed. “Uh, sure…just let me get my stuff on.” She swallowed back the sudden excitement. Get a grip Hutton. But the thought of being alone with Ethan made her heart race a little faster, made her fingers shake as she tucked them behind her back. Smiling timidly at him, she managed a little wave before she backtracked towards her desk, “I’ll meet you at the front?”

Ethan nodded, offering her a small sample of a smile in return before retreating in the opposite direction.

-

The walk to the entrance hadn’t helped.

In fact, it seemed to draw out the anticipation somehow– although what for; Sawyer couldn’t decide. She knew better than to hold onto any semblance of hope after their last conversation. He wanted her to succeed and her success meant they could never work, not even in her wildest dreams.

Still, she wanted him – wanted him to want her, and he was beginning to take him too much space inside her head. She couldn’t let go; she was stubborn that way and his offer to walk her out felt more than something you did for a simple friend.

Maybe she reading too much into nothing.

No. She shook her head vehemently.

It was the way he blurted out the words and the surprise in his eyes afterwards which made her think differently; gave her hope that he was beginning to change.

There was a flutter in her chest as she discerned his familiar tall figure by the front of the building.

His lips were pressed into a firm line when she spotted him, and made her believe she had caught him thinking. From the broody look on his face, she can’t imagine it was anything good.

The smile across her lips faltered. “Ethan?” She asked uncertainly, “a penny for your thoughts?”

“Hmm? Oh.” His brow creased.

“Still thinking about our patient x?” Although there was no one around as they walked, she still kept her voice down – just in case.

“That and among other things.”

When he didn’t continue, Sawyer prompted him with a questioning stare, “…such as?” Did she dare believe? Did she dare think the discussion they had closed off weeks ago was still playing inside his head like a loop in hers’?

Ethan didn’t answer, not right away. Instead, he tucked his hands inside his jacket as they crossed the nearly empty parking lot. His voice was soft when he spoke again, causing her to almost lose her footing. “We’re not fools, Hutton. We can both see what’s going on.”

They were nearly to her car – three empty rows ahead. Sawyer tucked her hands inside her jacket as she turned to look at him. He was talking about them – the one subject that they had tittered across the edge on; dangerously before. When stopped short the same moment he did, her car was only a foot away. And the look in his eyes, stole her breath away.

Those piercing crystals held a mixture of longing – loneliness that made her want to reach out and touch him. She clenched her fingers around the soft texture of her pockets in order to stop herself from giving into the sudden temptation. “Ethan, if we’re talking about what I think we’re talking about…”

“But that’s just it. There can’t be anything Sawyer.” His throat had gone a little hoarse as he drew in a visibly long breath of air. “You have so much potential, so much and I would hate to see it jeopardized by anything…even if that anything is –” his eyes dropped lower – to the slight gaping of her mouth and then back to the startled expression in her eyes, “me.”

Sawyer sucked in a breath. Words that she would have said were now lost as she scrambled to keep up with him. “You’re forgetting something – that isn’t only just your choice. You don’t get to decide for me, I do.” She lifted her chin defiantly. “You think I don’t know the risks? You think I don’t rationalize all the reasons why I shouldn’t be thinking about you –” she poked a finger to chest angrily, not realizing the amount of distance between them had almost disappeared. “I get it, I do – but I’m still here. I still want to smile every time I see you; I still want to run my fingers through your hair and laugh whenever you make a snark remark –” her voice had lost it’s steam and every word she spoke grew softer and softer. “- I want to hold you close and bury my face into your shirt –” it was all spilling out too quick for her to take back - all the feelings she had to repress and when she felt his hands suddenly cupping her cheek, she stopped short to peer up at him.

“Sawyer…I can’t.” Agony shone in his eyes, burning all the way through her heart.

Feeling bold, she stood on her tip toes and enclosed her slender arms around his neck. “You can.”

He kissed her then, with a strangled gasp he slammed his mouth against hers and brought her to his chest with an impossibly strong yet gentle grip. He kissed her soundly, relentlessly – plunging his tongue in between her parted lips as she uttered a quiet gasp of her own.

His lean hips guided her against the hood of the car and without releasing her, he sat her atop as she buried her fingers in his hair.

Sawyer felt her desire for him grow with every kiss; yes yes – every nerve inside her seemed to whisper as longing for him welled inside her chest.

“What are you doing to me?” His breathing was ragged and he groaned as she sunk her teeth into his lower lip, nipping gently as he pressed intimately into her.

The rationale side of her knew they should stop, knew that he was right in placing some much-needed space between – but the rest of her didn’t care. She had never felt like this before; never felt such a constant pull to someone that refused to be ignored. “The same thing you do to me, Ethan.” She replied in between kisses, “and I want more.”

The sudden alarm of Sawyer’s car caused them both to jump at the same time.

Ethan scrambled away, cheeks flushing as Sawyer slid down off the hood. He avoided her gaze as he cleared his throat and made a considerable amount of room between them.

She did the same; and wanted nothing more than to bury herself under some kind of rock – after losing control completely. She hadn’t meant to voice so much of her thoughts. Oh god, why didn’t he stop me? That was unlike her, to be so forward someone she barely knew!

Ethan couldn’t even look at her.

Humiliation made her cheeks stung. “I – I should go.” She stammered, breaking the silence first. Stepping past him, she shakily grabbed her keys from out of her pockets and started her car.

“Hutton –”

She paused by the door handle. Don’t look at him. Just get in the car and drive. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like something cosmic had overcome her better sense and she looked back.

He was standing where she left him, with his hands tucked inside his jacket – with a flurry of emotions in his eyes before he pressed his lips into a firm line. “Have a safe trip home.”

“You too.” Swallowing back her disappointment, Sawyer slid inside her car and closed the door behind her.

-

tags: @cora-nova

[queerchoicesblog]

Cheetah (OH, Kyra x F! MC)

This OH Kyra x MC fanfic was requested by an adorable Nonny and I’m more than happy to give some spotlight to a wonderful yet unfairly neglected lady like the sweetest Edenbrook patient!

Ideally set after Kyra’s first operation, this fic is kinda fluffy and light-hearted (at first at least! OH is so full of drama that sometimes we need to catch our breath!) and, as I did in my previous Harper fic, it gives some background story info about our sweet girl. I made it up starting from what we know about her, that is to say, that Kyra was a pretty sporty girl once. In short, Dr. Meredith Valentine pays Kyra a visit before going back home and a little chat leads to sharing memories and some cuteness. Hope you all like it, especially you Nonny! 😘

Prompt: "Don't get up, I'll do it!"

Word Count: 1871

Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @bbaba-yagaa @abunchofbadchoices @silverhawkenzie @bhavf @begging-for-kamilah @melodyofgraves @crazypeanat @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood

Kyra Tag: @gayestchoices

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When Dr. Meredith Valentine finally finished her rounds for the day, she quickly checked the time then headed towards the elevator. But she didn't go home. Instead, she exited at another floor and politely knocked on a half-open door before poking her head into the room.

"Hey there, can I come in?"

Kyra raised her eyes from a magazine and flashed her a smile.

"My my, two hot doctors checking on me in one day? Must be Christmas!"

"I just wanted to stop by before I go home. Thought it would be nice" the intern commented walking in and taking a seat beside her bed.

"It is nice! And so did Surfer Boy: he came to say hi half an hour ago." 

Then she threw a playful look at Meredith.

"But worry not, there's enough room in my heart for both of you"

They both giggled then Kyra spoke again, leaning back.

"How was your day, doctor?"

"I'm quite sure that was my line? Except for doctor"

"I know, I know, here it's always the other way round. And by now almost all the nurses of this floor or well, half of them as well as a couple of doctors know how my day was, how I'm doing and so on. But I wonder if sometimes patients remember to ask you how your day was. If you're okay. You wear scrubs but you're human too so here we are. How was your day, Dr. Valentine?"

Meredith sighed but managed to give her a tired smile.

"It was a long day. This competition is getting tougher than I expected-"

"Gordon is giving you a hard time?" Kyra inquired.

"Gordon?" the intern frowned her burrows.

"Ramsey" the young woman explained. "I wonder if they're related. I'll make sure to ask him one day"

"Oh my god, I wasn't expecting this" Meredith burst out laughing.

"Well, the other day I saw him roasting one of your friends, that blond guy..."

"Landry?"

"Yeah, Chicken Little"

Meredith laughed even louder this time: she had always found a resemblance between the two of them but never dared to say it out loud.

"Did you assign a nickname to everyone?"

"Almost, my favorites are Cinnamon Roll, the braided-haired girl...Sienna, right?"

Meredith nodded in confirmation.

"Gosh she's adorable! And so is Wonder Man, aka..."

"Elijah"

"That's him! He stops by too every now and then. Oh and how can I forget your boss! She waved at me the other day, I was so excited!"

"Hold on! Did you give Dr. Harper Emery a nickname? That Harper Emery?"

"It's Beyoncé in my book"

"Beyoncé?" Meredith repeated, barely stifling a laugh.

"I don't know, she gives me this 'Who run the world' vibe" Kyra explained, striking a Beyoncé pose.

"It's safe to say I'll never look at the Chief of Medicine the same way" the intern chuckled.

"You're telling me you never thought that? You disappoint me, doctor" Kyra mocked a shocked face.

"Anything else, nickname generator?"

"Well, there's also Rhianna"

"Rihanna?"

"Low knot, raven hair, incinerating gaze...don't know her name?"

"Oh it must be Jackie then. But why Rihanna?"

After a moment, they answered at the same time.

"Because all she is care about is work work work work"

They were still laughing when Kyra's phone beeped twice on her nightstand. She grabbed it and checked the notification. A smile formed on her lips.

"It's Jazmín, my sister. She sent me a picture of my nephew" Kyra showed the intern the screen of her phone. "Here, look."

A kid of four or five was standing in front of an aquarium, hands and eyes glued to the glass as a man -his dad probably- was squatted beside him pointing at a colorful tropical fish.

Meredith involuntarily read the message attached to it. "Lots of fun at the aquarium! Just wish you were here too, sis". She felt a pang of sadness.

"He's my amazing nephew, Luis. He's so little yet so smart, you should see him! Now he's into aquarium stuff: I talked to him last week and he said that he wants to study fishes. I guess he means marine biology"

They both chuckled.

"He seems a fine little man, are you two close?" the intern asked, handing back the phone.

"Of course we are! He's just a little sad we've been seeing each other less than usual lately but we're good" Kyra answered, smiling weakly.

Then all of a sudden her face brightened as she sat up on the bed, slowly moving towards the edge.

"And to prove you I'm the best auntie ever, woman of poor faith...let me get my suitcase-"

Meredith immediately stood and gently guided her back.

"Don't get up, I'll do it!"

The intern flashed the young woman a bright professional smile. Kyra returned it.

"As much as a gorgeous doctor deeply concerned over my wellbeing makes all my Grey's Anatomy's dreams come true, I can still stand, you know that, right Dr. Valentine? I literally have to stand and walk across the room to reach the bathroom so-"

Meredith placed a hand on her shoulder, the reassuring smile still lingering on her face.

"I know, but now I'm here and I'm more than happy to help. And you sure rest, by the way: Dr. Valentine's order" she insisted with a final wink. "Will you concede me this time?"

Kyra dramatically sighed and adjusted the bed. A hint of a blush on her cheeks.

"Okay, okay, you win this, doctor. But only because I don't want you to lose sleep over the missed chance of knowing my best auntie secret"

"Very much appreciated, Kyra. My sleeping schedule's pretty messed up already"

Meredith placed a floral painted trolley at the end of the hospital bed and Kyra unzipped it. As she rummaged into it, the intern moved her chair closer.

"Here" Kyra announced triumphantly.

The young woman turned and proudly showed a fluffy cheetah plushie.

"It's a gift from Louis. It comes straight from the Philadelphia zoo shop" she explained, handing it to the doctor "my sweet little man gave it to me because...well, there's a story behind this gift. I've always been into sports: a cheerleader in college, player of the softball team at college, the one who goes for a morning jog every day and eats healthy...when I graduated I took some training and became an aerial yoga teacher. In the meantime, I started to make quite a reputation in bike races. Amateur competitions, obviously, but I was quite good: I even got an offer to join a professional team once"

Kyra took an old article showing a picture of a younger self rising a small cup on the top of a podium.

"Read the title"

"'Kyra 'Cheetah' Santana is on her way to stardom'" Meredith read "'Quite good' is definitely an understatement Kyra! You rocked! And...aww, he bought you that plushie because it was your nickname?"

"Yeah, I was 'as fast as a cheetah'" the young woman beamed before putting the article away. "Long story short, one month after that race I started being sick. Went to the doctor and...well, the rest is history, I guess"

"My god, I'm so sorry, Kyra" the intern frowned and reached for Kyra's hand.

Kyra shrugged and gave her a weak smile.

"Don't be, shit happens, right? When I got my diagnosis when I heard the word 'cancer'...I felt the world crumbling under my feet. Luckily Jazmín, Robert and Luis were there. They immediately came when I told my sis what was going on. A few days later we went to the zoo to take my mind off things if it makes any sense and they got me this plushie. I had a cheetah toy but sadly I lost it during a relocation. So they got me this little cuteness because the previous one always brought me good luck. And 'even if you don't race now, you'll always be our Cheetah'"

"That was so thoughtful and sweet of them" Meredith commented as a lump formed in her throat.

"Yes. They will come visit next week to celebrate me getting out of here. No offense!" they both laughed before Kyra squeezed the doctor's hand and met her gaze.

"What I meant to say earlier...is that I'm fine. So much changes when you become sick: people start seeing you as an ill person and nurse you around all the time. And it's frustrating, you know? Sometimes you need help but when you don't, it's disappointing to see they don't change. When you become 'a patient', when you get some serious illness, all you want is a cure, obviously, but also to be reminded that you're still a person. That your previous self isn't gone and dead. Metaphorically...gosh you also get some morbid humor!"

"I get it, Kyra. At least I think I do" Meredith said, rubbing the back of her hand with her thumb. "It's perfectly understandable and I'm sorry if I was insensitive, even without meaning it. I just...I guess you could say I care for you, that's all".

The intern diverted her eyes, her cheeks blushing slightly. Kyra's gaze softened as she spoke again:

"Aw, can I get a hug, Dr. Valentine?"

Meredith looked back at her. Then she stood and pulled the young woman into a hug, gently stroking her back. Kyra contently rested her head on the intern's shoulder and snaked her arms around her waist. She could feel the doctor's heart racing against her chest as they lingered in the unexpected embrace. After a moment she whispered: "I'm gonna be fine, Meredith. The doctor smiled when he visited me: you guys smile when things are okay, right? Worry not, I'm stronger than I look"

"I know you are, Kyra" Meredith said, pulling back to look her in the eye. "I never doubted it"

The patient smiled at her.

"I don't know if I'm overstepping but you're not my doctor so...why don't you join us on our family party? If you're not busy obviously! Your wondrous friends can come along too if they feel like celebrating too"

"I'd love to. Text me the address, you have my numb-"

As if on cue Kyra's phone started beeping again.

"I guess that's my cue" Meredith smiled apologetically. "But first, this".

She carefully placed the plushie into the suitcase and picked a little notebook out of her pocket. She quickly wrote something and handed it to Kyra.

"My number. For emergencies or parties only" she winked.

"Duly noted, doc" Kura mocked a salute, giggling.

The intern headed towards the door but stopped before crossing the threshold. She turned back to the sweet patient.

"Hold on, you never told me what's my nickname! You assigned one to everyone, I'm pretty sure I have one too"

Kyra playfully raised an eyebrow to her.

"Smart girl. Of course you have one too, d'uh! Don't tell me you haven't figured it out yet"

Meredith furrowed her brows concentrating but couldn't find an answer.

"You had a long day, you should get some rest too: it's Kyra's order" the girl commented, smiling affectionately.

Meredith was about to wish Kyra a good night when the other woman spoke again:

"Thanks for stopping by, McDreamy".

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Seer Queen

(StoryInfo)(Kyra never dies and the Elders give her wishes to be human and to have a new life filled with both the good and the bad They send her to another realm and make her Robert Baratheon's daughter But Kyra still has her powers and she ends up finding true love with a man part of a family that her father loves but mother hates. Robb/Kyra)

My names Kyra and ever since being adopted by Robert Baratheon I been a total daddy's girl. I love my dad so much. My dad refused to acknowledge that I was adopted or give me a bastard name. Anyone who tried was punished severely. I never been a Lannister one bit I always been a Baratheon. The only Lannister I am close to and that I can trust is Tyrion. Cersi, Joffrey, and Tywin has hated me from the moment I came into the family. Because of my powers they call me a freak. So you can see why Tyrion and I are so close. I like Jamie but at the same time he's too close to Cersi for me to trust him. Like my father I have always been close to Ned Stark. He has always been like a second father to me. But Catlyn just like Cersi hated and didn't trust me. Today I was excited because I finally get to meet Ned's children. But today is also the day my father is going to talk to Ned about I and Ned's oldest marrying. My father, I, and everyone arrived in the Winterfell castle yard. Everyone in the yard kneeled. My father and I got off our horses and walked over to Ned. Robert motioned Ned and everyone to stand.

Ned: Your grace, princess Kyra(Greeted)

Robert hugged Ned then Kyra hugged Ned.

Robert: Cat(Hugged Catlyn)

Robert: Nine years, where have you been?(Asked Ned)

Ned: Guarding the North for you your grace

Arya: I see the seer, but where's the imp(Said to Sansa)

Sansa: Shut up

Robert: You must be Robb(Shook Robb's hand)

Robert: My you're a pretty one(Said to Sansa)

Robert: Your name is?(Asked Arya)

Arya: Arya

Robert: Show us your muscles(Said to Bran)

Bran did

Robert: You'll be a soldier. Everyone this is my beautiful daughter Kyra

Robb loved that Kyra looked like a Baratheon instead of a Lannister. He had fallen for her the minute she arrived and Kyra felt the same about him. Robb kissed her hand.

Robb: It's good to meet you Kyra

Kyra: You as well Robb(Smiled and blushed)

Cersi walked over and Ned kissed her hand.

Ned: My queen(Greeted)

Catlyn: My queen(Greeted)

Robert: Ned take me to the crypt while your oldest daughter gives my Kyra a tour. I want to give my respects.

It didn't take long for Kyra to become close with Jon, Theon, and Sansa. Later Ned joined Robert in the crypts.

Robert: I need you Ned, Lord Eddard Stark I would name you the hand of the king.

Ned kneeled

Ned: I'm not worthy of the honor

Robert: I'm not trying to honor you. I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom while I eat, drink, and whore my way to an early grave.

Robert: Dammit Ned stand up(Gently hit Ned's shoulder)

Ned stood up

Robert: You helped me win the Iron Throne. Now help me keep the damn thing. We were meant to rule together. If your sister lived we would have been bound by blood. But It's not to late, I want my Kyra married to your Robb. She will stay here in Winterfell. My daughter told me exactly what Sansa thinks of Joffrey. Let them marry too. We'll join our houses.

Soon Robb ran over to them

Robb: Kyra and I were taking a walk and we found Brandon on the ground. He's unconscious, Kyra just put him in his bed.

That night the Lannister's and Stark's had dinner together. Brandon's fall left his legs paralyzed so he did not join them. Kyra sat next to Sansa who was happy about her arranged marriage to Joffrey. Kyra already knew what Sansa was getting herself into thanks to Kyra's seer powers. She felt bad for Sansa, Kyra was finally getting away from Cersi and Joffrey but Sansa was now going to live with them. But she knew she could not say anything or get her out of it. Robb kept staring at Kyra the whole time making her smile and blush just like Sansa. Arya threw food onto Sansa's face.

Sansa: Arya!

Sansa: It's not funny!(Kyra cleaned off Sansa's face)

Catlyn saw Robb laughing she gave him an unimpressed look and singled him to make Arya leave.

Theon: I'll do it, you should be with your future bride

He and Robb stood up as Theon made Arya leave Robb walked over to Kyra.

Robb: Will you please come with me my lady?(Held out his hand)

She took out his hand, stood up, and followed him to where Ned was talking to his brother.

Robb: Uncle Benjen(They hugged)

Benjen: How are you?

Robb: I'm good, this is my finance Kyra Baratheon

Benjen: My lady(Greeted)

He kissed her hand

Benjen: Ned has told me so much about you. You are beautiful

Kyra: Thank you my lord

Benjen: Benjen, just call me Benjen(Smiled)

In the morning Kyra was in one of the rooms making sure she was ready. Her and Robb were marrying right that morning before Ned, Sansa, and Arya move to King's Landing and Jon joins the Night's Watch. There was a knock on the door.

Robert: Honey It's me, you ready?

Kyra: Yeah

He walked in and his breath caught in his throat

Robert: You look beautiful, you will be happy here. And I will be happy that you're away from Cersi's, Joffrey's, and Tywin's hate for you. If I ever die and you're still in King's Landing they would hurt or kill you. You are the most beautiful women from King's Landing unlike your mother. Follow your heart and be the queen I know you are.(Walked up to her and rubbed her cheek)

Robert: Come on(Held out his arm)

She took his arm and followed him into the great hall where everyone was waiting. He walked her over to Robb. " God he's so hot and dashing" Kyra thought. And Robb thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest.

Robert: Here stands Kyra Baratheon, a princess of King's Landing and my daughter. Who comes to claim her?

Robb: Robb of House Stark, heir to Winterfell and Warden of the North. Who gives her?

Robert: Robert House of Baratheon and her father

Ned: Lady Kyra do you take this man?

Kyra: I take this man

Robert gently grabbed her hand and placed it in Robb's. Robert sat down with everyone else.

The Septon: You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.

Robb did the septon wrapped their hands with a ribbon.

The Septon: Look upon each other and say the words

Robb and Kyra: Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his/hers, and s/he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days.(Looking at each other)

They kissed everyone clapped and cheered. After Robb and Kyra said bye to Ned, Benjen, Sansa, Arya, and Jon they bedded each other. That night Kyra wanted to help watch over Bran but Catlyn wouldn't let her. She was alone while she stormed off angrily towards her and Robb's room. But then suddenly a man seized her throat and held her against the wall. The man took out a knife.

The man: First you then the cripple, the Lannister's send their regards.

Right as he was about to stab her in the heart she kneeded him in the balls making him miss her heart and stab her right shoulder instead. He threw her on the floor hard. He kicked her hard in the back then took off. Meanwhile Robb entered Bran's room and opened the windows to let in fresh air.

Robb: When was the last time you left this room?

Catlyn: I have to take care of him

Robb: He's not going to die mother

Catlyn: Bran needs me

Robb: Rickon needs you, he's six. He doesn't know what's happening. He follows Kyra and I around all day clutching our legs crying-

Catlyn: Close the windows I can't stand the sound! Please make them stop!(The wolves going nuts)

Robb: Fire, you stay here I'll come back

He took off Catlyn walked over to the window looking outside. When she turned around the man was standing there.

The man: You're not suppose to be here. No one's suppose to be here. It's a mercy he's dead already.(Holding his bloody knife)

Catlyn: No!

She fought him despite her hands getting cut up. He threw her onto the floor. As Kyra ran in Bran's direwolf jumped on the man and ripped his throat out killing him. The wolf jumped on the bed and laid back down as Catlyn stood up. Robb ran in with Theon.

Robb: Mother! Kyra!(They saw their wounds)

Theon: I'll get the maester!(Ran out)

Theon returned not long with Maester Luwin. Luwin wrapped up Catlyn's hands then put gaze on Kyra's shoulder. After being given milk of the poppy Kyra and Catlyn were put to bed. In the morning Kyra was gently woken up by Robb.

Robb: Sweetie, your uncle Tyrion is here to see you

Robb took her to the great hall where Tyrion was talking with Bran.

Tyrion: My sweet beautiful niece, It's so good to see you.(Gently pulled her onto her knees so he could hug her)

Tyrion: I got good news and bad news. Good news is while late I have a wedding gift for you.

A Lannister soldier walked over to them holding a black baby direwolf making her gasp.

Tyrion: You're a Stark now, your husband has one and you should too. Besides, you always loved animals and always wanted a pet. Cersi never let you have one. But you deserve one.(Put the pup on her lap)

Kyra: Oh my god Tyrion! Thank you!(Petting the pup)

Tyrion: Now for the bad news, your father is dead

Kyra: What?!(Tears in her eyes)

He held her close as she cried

Robb: Thank you for letting us know Lord Tyrion. And thank you for giving my wife the gift.

Tyrion: Of course

Tyrion left as Robb took Kyra and her pup to their room. The pup was a girl and Kyra named her Starlight. Catlyn left not long after Tyrion to see Ned in King's Landing. Two days later Robb received a letter from Sansa.

Luwin: You're summoned to King's Landing to pledge fealty to King Joffrey.

Robb: Joffrey puts my father in chains and wants my wife dead yet he wants his ass kissed. I'll go but not alone, call the banners.

Luwin: All of them my lord?

Robb: They have sworn to defend my father have they not?

Luwin: They have

Robb: Let's see what their words are worth

That night all the lords and other people loyal to Ned met in the great hall. The lords knew who Kyra was and glared at her angrily.

Umber: I swore loyalty to House Stark not Lannister! I will not pledge loyalty until you get that thing out of your family and house. Divorce her or I will take my men and march them home.

Robb: You're welcome to do so Lord Umber. Either way this beautiful woman is my wife and will stay my wife. She's going with us, she is a Stark not a Lannister. Even before we married she was never a Lannister. When I am done with the Lannister's I will march back North, route you out of your keep, and hang you for an oath breaker.

Umber: Oath breaker is it?! I'll not sit here and swallow insults from a boy so green he pisses grass! Even the Lannister's want that cunt dead!(Stood up pulling out his knife)

Robb and Theon stood up protectively and angrily. Robb's direwolf jumped on Umber biting his wrist.

Robb: My lord father taught me it was death to bare steel against your liege my lord. That goes for me and my lady. But doubtless the Greatjon only meant to cut my meat for me.

Umber kicked his chair away angrily

Umber: Your meat is bloody tough(Laughed)

Robb: Now apologize to my wife

Umber: I apologize beautiful Lady Stark

In the morning everyone arrived in a field in King's Landing and set up camp. Robb and them looked over the map.

Kyra: The river lords are falling back with Jamie at the heel. And Lord Tywin is bringing on a second Lannister army from the south.

Suddenly everyone bowed their heads making Robb and Kyra turn around to see Catlyn.

Robb: Mother(Smiled)

Catlyn: You look well

Theon: We thought not to meet you hear mi lady

Catlyn: I had not thought to be here. I will speak with my son alone.

Everyone else left Kyra followed Theon Catlyn and Robb hugged.

Catlyn: I remember the day you came into this world. Red face and screaming. Now I find you leading an army.(Rubbing his cheek)

Robb: If you think you can send me back to Winterfell.

Catlyn: I would if I could

Robb: There was a letter from Sansa(Handed it to her)

Catlyn: From the queen you mean

She sat down as she read it

Catlyn: There's no mention of Arya

Robb: No

Catlyn: How many men do you have?

Robb: 18000, If I go to King's Landing and bend my knee to Joffrey-(Sat down)

Catlyn: You would never be allowed to leave no. Our best hope, our only hope is that you can defeat them in the fields of battle.

Robb: And if I lose?

Catlyn: If you lose your father dies. Your sisters die, we die.

Robb: Well that makes it simple then

Catlyn: I suppose it does

That night they looked at the map again

Rodrik Cassel: Scouts report Lord Tywin moves North. We need to get him on broken ground.

A man: No we need to get around him and siege Jamie at Riverrun. Do that and the River lords will join us.

Theon: To do so we need to cross the river. The only crossing is at the Twins. Lord Frey controls that bridge.

Kyra: So do we move against Jamie or Lord Tywin?

Robb: Jamie, and we don't need to waste a battle or mission on him. Kyra you have powers. With a wave of your hand you can bring anything and anyone. And make anything and anyone disappear. Bring him here with his hands tied.

Kyra: Your right, everyone follow me

Everyone followed her outside and gathered in a circle.

Jamie: What the fuck?!(He appeared on the ground with his hands tied and weaponless)

He noticed everyone including his niece

Jamie: Ah niece, I should have known this was your doing. Lady Catlyn Stark, I'd offer you my sword but I've seen to lost it.(Smiled)

Catlyn: It's not your sword I want, give me my daughters back. Give me my husband.

Jamie: I lost them too I'm afraid

Theon: Kill him Robb and Kyra, send his head back to his father.

Robb: He's more use to us alive then dead

Catlyn: Take him away and put him in chains

Umber: Come on pretty man(Pulled Jamie up and forced him to walk)

Kyra: One victory does not make us conquers. Did we free my father in law? Did we rescue my sister in laws from the queen? Did we free the North from those who want us on our knees? This war is far from over.(Announced)

She and Robb walked away the rest of the night Theon taught Kyra how to fight and defend herself. It wasn't just her wish but Robb's. Luckily Kyra was a fast learner and was very skilled. In the morning everyone received word that it was to late to save Ned. He was beheaded that morning. Robb kneeled on the ground sobbing as Kyra cried too holding him. Catlyn walked over making them look up. Robb got up and ran into Catlyn's arms.

Robb: I'm going to kill them all, every one of them. I'm going to kill them all.(Catlyn ran her fingers through his hair)

Meanwhile in King's Landing

Joffrey: As soon as you have bled I'll put a son in you. Mother says that shouldn't be long.(Said to Sansa)

She saw heads on pikes including Ned's

Sansa: No please no!(Cried as the Mountain held her in place)

Joffrey: This one's your father, this one here. Look at him and see what happens to traitors.

Sansa: You promised to be merciful(Crying)

Joffrey: I was, I gave him a clean death. Look at him

Sansa: Please let me go home I won't do any treason I swear I-(Crying)

Joffrey: Mother says I'm still to marry you so you'll stay here and obey. Look at him!

She did

Sansa: How long do I have to look?

Joffrey: As long as it pleases me. You want to see the rest?

Sansa: Yes please your grace

Joffrey: That one's your septa there. I'll tell you what I'll give you a present. After I raise my army and kill your traitor brother and my traitor freak sister I'll give you their heads as well.

Sansa: Or maybe they'll give me yours

Joffrey: My mother says a king should never strike his lady. Sir Meryn

Meryn slapped Sansa twice hard in the face. That night at Robb's camp.

Umber: There is the only king and queen I'll bend to. The King and Queen of the North!(Pulled out his sword and pointed at Robb and Kyra)

He kneeled as Robb and Kyra stood up

Theon: Am I your brother Robb, now and always?(Stood)

Robb: Now and always

Theon pulled out his sword and kneeled in front of him and Kyra.

Theon: My sword is yours my lord and lady in victory and defeat. From this day until my last day.

Umber: The King and Queen of the North!

Everyone chanted " The King and Queen of the North". In the morning Theon went back to Winterfell. Kyra got the news that Renly Baratheon was murdered. Renly was the only one of her father's brothers that she loved. Renly was always such a sweet, kind, and good man. Unlike cruel, arrogant, and asshole Stannis. Sadly though Stannis and his army had joined them this morning. Kyra went into the woods and took her anger out on a tree with her sword. She was angry that she lost her farther and now her uncle Renly. But she was also angry that she still had a mother in law who didn't accept or want her in the family and hated her guts. Kyra was sure if she loses her brother in laws Brandon and Rickon and her sister in laws Catlyn will blame her just like when they lost Ned. Soon she heard someone calling her name snapping her out of her trance. She looked to see Catlyn standing there.

Catlyn: You reined your sword!

This was the first time Kyra heard Catlyn speak to her without anger in her voice.

Catlyn: I'm sorry about Renly, I liked him too. And I'm sorry for everything I have said and done to you. I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. I was wrong about everything. You were never a Lannister you were a Baratheon. A good Baratheon. And now and forever you're a Stark, my son's wife, Queen of the North, and my daughter in law. I'm so sorry Kyra so sorry. And no, I don't believe your powers make you a freak. I believe they make you unique and very helpful and cool.

Kyra threw her sword onto the ground, fell to her knees, and sobbed. Catlyn walked over, kneeled in front of her, and gently pulled Kyra into a hug. Once Kyra calmed down Catlyn put her arm around Kyra's shoulder's and walked with her back to camp. Robb walked over to them smiling.

Robb: Now this is what I wanted to see since the wedding night(Wiping some of the tears on Kyra's face)

A soldier: My king and queen Jamie's gone. He escaped last night.

Robb: How?!

The soldier pointed at Catlyn. He forced Catlyn into her tent and made her sit down.

Robb: Tell me this isn't true, why?

Catlyn: For the girls

Robb: You betrayed me

Catlyn: Robb-

Robb: No, you knew I would not allow it and you did it anyways.

Catlyn: Bran and Rickon are captives in Winterfell. Sansa and Arya are captives in King's Landing. I have five children and only one of them is free.

Lord Karstark: I lost my son to the Kingslayer. He was strangled by a chain. You commit treason because your children are prisoners?

Catlyn: I sorry for your son my lord-

Lord Karstark: I don't want your grief I want my revenge. And you stole it from me.

Catlyn: Killing Jamie Lannister would not buy life for your son. But returning him to King's Landing may buy life for mine.

Robb: Jamie Lannister played you for a fool. You weakend our position. You brought disguard into our camp and you did it all behind my back. You hated my wife since the day she came to Winterfell and now suddenly you're nice to her?! If you thought being nice to her was going to make it forgivable from me or her that you freeded her uncle you're wrong!

Robb: Make sure she's guarded day and night!(Said to his soldiers)

Catlyn: Robb, Kyra-(Stood up)

Robb and Kyra walked out. Later they got news that Theon took Winterfell and is keeping Bran and Rickon hostage. Robb and Kyra met with Stannis that night.

Stannis: We sent a dozen ravens none have returned. My bastard is a day away from Winterfell-

Robb: Theon has my brothers, if we storm the castle-

Stannis: He wouldn't dare hurt the boys. There his only hope escaping the North with his head.

Robb: Send word to your son. Any Iron born who surrenders will be allowed to return safely to their homes.

Kyra: With the exception of Theon Greyjoy. He betrayed me, my husband, and our house. I loved him, besides Jon he was my best friend. We'll hunt him down know matter where he runs.

Stannis: Excuse me my lord, may lady and niece(Stood up)

Robb and Kyra stood up as Stannis left

Kyra: Are you okay?

Robb: Am I okay? I had to arrest my mother, my mother hates my wife, the Lannister's have my sister's. The man that you and I considered our closets friend has taken our home and my brothers. We're fighting a war and I don't know if we should march South or North-

Kyra: I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked I was being stupid I-

Robb: No forgive me, you were being kind. I hear you like to play the harp. I would love to hear you play.

Kyra: No, no you would not(Laughed)

Robb laughed he poured wine and handed her a cup. Kyra took a drink. As soon as she put the cup down she and Robb started making out and taking off each other's clothes. They landed on the ground landing on each other. In the morning when they woke up and got their clothes back on a soldier walked in.

The soldier: A letter for you my king from your uncle Edmure Tully.(Handed him a letter)

The soldier left as Robb read the letter

Robb: My uncle Edmure is marrying Roslin Frey one of Waldir Frey's daughter's. This is our chance to cross the bridge and retake Jamie. We need to go to the wedding tomorrow night.

But Kyra's seer powers were kicking in

Kyra: No, I seen the future with my seer powers as soon as I seen the letter. No matter what we were never crossing that bridge. It's a trap, we go and you, me, and your mother will be slaughtered by Stannis and his soldiers. I knew there was a good reason why I never had any love or trust for that uncle. Edmure will be a prisoner of House Frey not family.

Robb: I believe you, but how do we explain to the Frey's why we're not accepting the invitation?

Kyra: Oh no we're still going, but you, I, your mother, and all the lords and soldiers will be wearing armor under our clothes.

The next night everyone was in Frey's great hall eating, laughing, and talking. But Robb, Kyra, and Catlyn were also hoping the plan works and that they make it out alive. As one of Waldier's soldier's shut the doors the music started. But the slaughter also started. Kyra successfully shimmered herself, Robb, and most of the lords and soldiers out of there. But some of them already got their throats slashed one of the people being Catlyn. Robb cried in Kyra's arms for his mom. Robb cried himself to sleep. While Robb slept Kyra started writing a letter. Robb slowly opened his eyes.

Robb: Who are you writing to?(Sat up)

Kyra: Writing to Jon, I'm telling him everything that happened. Theon, Ramsey and his father taking Winterfell, Edmure's wedding and imprisonment, and your mother's death. Plus his new future niece of nephew.(Robb walked over to her)

Robb nodded then his face was filled with shock

Robb: What now?(Laughed)

Robb: Are you certain?

She nodded yes

Kyra: Are you angry with me? I know this is horrible timing.

Robb: Angry?

Robb: You're my queen(Kneeled in front of her rubbing her cheeks)

Kyra: And I have your little prince or princess inside me

Robb: Maybe one of each(Smiled)

Kyra: Don't get greedy(Laughed)

Robb laughed she kissed his forehead.

Robb: I love you, do you hear me? I love you

They made out in the morning they looked at the map and tried to come up with a plan to kill Waldir Frey and his sons, save Edmure, and revenge Catlyn. But to also still save Sansa and Arya.

Kyra: I had a premonition last night. Bran and Rickon are safe they escaped Winterfell. Now we just need to worry about Sansa and Arya.

Robb: If we take Tywin's castle from him the lords of Westros will realize he's not invincible. Take his home, take his gold, and his power.

Kyra: Do we have enough men?

Robb: If we lose the war we'll die the way my father died. Or worse

Kyra: Show the Lannister's what it feels like to lose what they love. But I am begging you to leave Tyrion alone. He's not like them.

Robb: I promise my queen, I promise Tyrion will be safe and unharmed. And will have a part in our lives.

Kyra: Good, because I can't wait for him to meet his little niece or nephew. And I already picked out the name if it's a boy.(They grabbed each other's hands)

Robb: Oh have you? It seems to me the father should have a say in the naming.

Kyra: Eddard, don't you want to teach little Ned how to ride a horse?

Robb: I do

They kissed, that night Robb and Kyra were in their tent talking when Umber walked in.

Umber: Can I talk to Queen Kyra for a moment please

Kyra: Of course Lord Umber

Kyra followed him out and into his tent

Umber: You saved us last night Lady Stark thank you. And I'm sorry about Catlyn.

Kyra: Thank you, and your welcome

Umber: But I'm not sorry about this

He put a cloth over her mouth with some liquid that knocked her out. Robb must have falling asleep because when he woke up it was morning. He went outside to find Kyra.

A soldier: My lord, Lord Umber is gone

Robb: Where's my wife? She was visiting with him last night.

The soldier: I found this letter in Umber's tent from Ramsey Bolton. It explains why both Umber and Kyra are gone.(Handed him the letter)

Robb read the letter and his breath caught in his throat

" Lord Umber, we both know you have no love or trust for the new Stark Queen. You hate her, wish you could follow a different queen, and want Kyra Stark dead. I have a better deal then dead. Bring Kyra Stark to me. I will make her my wife. I promise she will have no say or power in anything. And I promise she will suffer. "

Lord Karstark: What is the meaning of this?!(Two soldiers dragged him over to Robb)

Soldier 1: Rickard Karstark here helped make sure Umber could escape taking Queen Kyra.

Robb: Is that true?

Lord Karstark: Yes It's true! That cunt is part of the same family as Jamie! She is a Lannister no matter what you say and that family killed my son! You could have had any girl in the kingdom and you choose that seer freak! This is all on you Robb Stark!

Robb: Make him kneel

The soldiers made Lord Karstark kneel and Robb chopped off his head.

Soldier 2: My king, I don't want to make you feel worse but Joffrey married someone else. Margery of House Tywell, the Lannister's beheaded Sansa. We know Arya escaped King's Landing but we don't know where she is.

Meanwhile Umber arrived and threw Kyra hard on the ground of the Winterfell castle yard. Roose and Ramsey walked over to her.

Roose: Lady Kyra, you will marry my son. If you refuse or use your seer powers to escape I will send soldiers to Robb's camp and slaughter him.

Ramsey: It's an honor to meet you my lady(Forced her to stand then kissed her cheek)

A maid took her to Sansa's old room and untied her hands and feet.

The maid: I will bring you a bowl of hot water, you must want to wash.

Kyra: Thank you

The maid: Welcome home Lady Stark, the North remembers.

The maid left after Kyra washed up she went back outside to get some air. " I have to do this I have to protect Robb" she thought as she took everything in and a tear went down her cheek.

Myranda: I like your dress(Walked over)

Kyra: Thank you, who are you?

Myranda: I'm Myranda, the kennel master's daughter. And there's someone else you should meet.

Myranda opened the doors to the cells and made Kira walk down. When she got to an open cell she saw someone she thought she would never see again.

Kyra: Theon

Theon/Reek: No, you shouldn't be here

Kyra cried and stormed out later she had dinner with Roose and Ramsey as Theon/Reek served them.

Roose: I trust you find your chambers suitable my lady?

Kyra: Yes thank you my lord

Ramsey: Allow me(Poured Kyra a drink)

Ramsey: Mother(Poured his mother a drink)

Ramsey's mom: Thank you Ramsey

Ramsey: My lady, a toast to our wedding tonight.(Stood up)

Roose: To your wedding

Ramsey's mother: To your wedding

Ramsey sat back down

Ramsey's mother: It must be difficult for you being in a strange place.

Kyra: It's not a strange place It's my home. It's the people that are strange.

Ramsey: Your right very strange, more wine please

Theon/Reek walked in

Ramsey: I hear you two have been reunited. It's a fitting place for it. Are you still angry with him? After what he did? Don't worry I punished him for it. He's not Iron born anymore. He's not Theon Greyjoy anymore he's a new man. A new person. Aren't you Reek?

Theon/Reek: Yes master

Ramsey: That's his new name, Reek

Kyra: Why are you doing this?

Ramsey: Because Reek has something to say to you. Don't you Reek? An apology? Apologize to Lady Kyra for what you did. Apologize for trying to take over her home and trying to kill Brandon and Rickon Stark.

Theon/Reek: I'm sorry

Ramsey: Look at her Reek, apologies don't mean anything if you're not looking the person in the eyes.

Theon/Reek: I'm sorry

Ramsey: Sorry for what?

Theon/Reek: For trying to kill Brandon and Rickon

Ramsey: There, over and done with. Doesn't everyone feel better? I know I do, that was getting very tense. You know Reek is the one here part of your Stark family. Reek, you will give away the bride.

Roose: Yes yes very good

Ramsey: Wonderful

That night Kyra walked over to Ramsey for her wedding night with Theon/Reek walking in front of her.

Roose: Who comes here to wed?

Theon: Kyra of House Baratheon, who comes to claim her?

Ramsey: Ramsey of House Bolton, heir to the Dreadfort and Winterfell. Who gives her?

Theon/Reek: Theon of House Greyjoy

Roose: Lady Kyra do you take this man?

After a long pause Kyra finally spoke

Kyra: I take this man

Ramsey walked Kyra to Sansa's room which was now hers with Theon/Reek following.

Ramsey: Are you pleased my lady?

She nodded yes

Ramsey: Good, I want you to be happy

He rubbed her cheek and kissed her lips

Ramsey: Take off your clothes

Theon/Reek tried to leave

Ramsey: No no no, you stay here Reek you watch.

Ramsey: Do I need to ask again? I hate asking a second time.(Said to Kyra)

Kyra slowly started taking off her fur dress as Theon/Reek closed the door.

Ramsey: Reek, I told you to watch

Kyra gasped as he ripped the back of her dress. He forced her to lay on her stomach on the bed. Kyra cried and screamed as he raped her from behind. In the morning Theon/Reek unlocked Kyra's door and brought her a drink and food. Kyra was laying on the bed crying covered in bruises. He closed her windows.

Kyra: Theon wait(Sat up)

Theon/Reek: Not Theon my lady, Reek

Kyra: Help me

Theon/Reek: You're his wife now

Kyra: Theon

Theon/Reek: Do as he says or he'll hurt you

Kyra: He already hurts me every night. All day I'm locked in this room. And every night he comes. It can't be any worse.(Crying)

Theon/Reek: It can, It can always be worse

Kyra got up and walked towards Theon/Reek making him back up.

Kyra: What did he do to you?

Theon/Reek: Please(Cried as he tried to leave)

Kyra: You betrayed Robb and I! You betrayed my family!(Stopped him as she cried)

Theon/Reek: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Kyra: You have to help me! Theon help me!(Crying as she's grabbing him)

Theon/Reek: He'll see us, you don't know him.

Kyra: My family still has friends in the North. All I need to do is give a signal and they'll help me.

Kyra: Climb to the top of the tower, light this candle, and put it in the window. Promise me Theon.(Grabs a candle)

Theon/Reek: Reek! Reek! My name is Reek(Crying as Kyra grabs him so he can't leave)

Kyra: Your name is Theon Greyjoy, last surviving son of Balon Greyjoy Lord of the Iron Islands. Do you hear me? Theon, promise me.

He nods yes then leaves shutting and locking the door. Theon/Reek makes his way to the tower. But when he walks into the tower room Ramsey is sitting in there.

Ramsey: Yes Reek?

Later Kyra walks over to Ramsey on one of the balcony's because of him summoning her.

Ramsey: My beautiful wife

He kissed her cheek

Ramsey: I heard stories of your beauty. I was so happy when I saw the stories were true. You made me very happy.(Grabbed her shoulders)

She followed him down

Ramsey: One day I'll be Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. And you'll be my lady.

Kyra: But isn't your step-mother pregnant?

Ramsey: What of it?

Kyra: What if she has a boy?

Ramsey: Then I'll have a baby brother

Kyra: But he'll be the heir

Ramsey: I'm Lord Bolton's oldest son

Kyra: But you're a bastard a true born will always have a stronger claim.

Ramsey: I've been nationalized by a royal decree

Kyra: By my brother Tommon Baratheon, another bastard.

Ramsey: Bastards can rise high in the world. Like Jon Snow, born the Bastard of Winterfell now the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. You didn't know? Yes he's done very well for himself. I nearly forgot why I asked you to join me. Come my lady.

She followed him over to a women's body that's skinned alive making her gasp.

Ramsey: Your Northern friend, Reek told me you wanted to leave. Why? Winterfell is your home and I'm your husband. Tough old bird, but everyone talks once I start beating them. This one her heart gave out before I got to her face. Try anything like this again and I'll have my father keep his promise and Robb Stark will be slaughtered.

Ramsey: Bring my wife back to her chamber.(Said to two of his soldiers)

Ramsey: You should hold onto your candles. The nights are so long now.

He kissed her crying cheek the two soldiers took her back to her room. Later Stannis and his army showed up in the fields of Winterfell. As soon as Ramsey and his soldiers went into the field for battle Kyra made her way onto the balconies. But not long after she ran into Myranda and Theon/Reek. Myranda was pointing an arrow at her.

Myranda: Mi lady, I've come to escort you back to your chamber.

Theon/Reek: Go with her please

Kyra: I know what Ramsey is, you forget I am a seer. I know exactly what he'll do to me as soon as I give birth. If I'm going to die let It happen while there's still some of me left.

Myranda: Yes you're right, he needs a baby or two from you and once you done that you're useless. But he doesn't need all of you while your alive. So should we wait for him to get back or should we begin now? Your leaving it to me? Good, let's begin.

Theon who was no longer Reek seized Myranda

Myranda: Reek stop! Stop!(Screamed)

He threw her off of the balcony making her land on the ground killing her.

A soldier: Open the gates(Yelled)

Theon: He's coming back

He grabbed her hand and they ran to the back wall and climbed on. She grabbed his hand tight and they jumped. As soon as they landed they ran into the woods. Kyra stopped to catch her breath.

Theon: We can't stop(Grabbed her hand pulling her)

They got to a river

Theon: We have to cross here

She gasped after putting her foot in

Kyra: I can't

Theon: It's the only way

Kyra: It's too cold I can't, I won't make it I'll die.

Theon: I've seen what these hounds do to a person. This way is better.

Kyra gasped as Theon pulled her through the water. Once they were out they continued walking.

Theon: Over here(Grabbed her arm pulling her)

They hid by a falling tree. Kyra was freezing and shivering as they sat down.

Theon: Kyra? Kyra?(Said gently)

He pulled her into his arms and held her close rubbing her back. In that moment any hatred and anger she had towards Theon was completely gone. She totally forgave him. She was away from that monster because of Theon. And she saw what that monster did to Theon and he has been punished enough. Soon they heard soldiers yelling and dogs barking.

Theon: Stay here I'll get them away(Stood up)

Kyra: No, I won't make it without you(Pulled him back down)

Theon: You will, go North only North. Jon is Lord Commander of Castle Black. He'll help you.

He kissed her forehead then ran at the soldiers who rode over.

Soldier 1: Where is Lady Bolton?

Theon: Dead

Soldier 1: Liar

Theon: I left her to die in the snow

But the soldiers and dogs went over to where Kyra was hiding.

Soldier 1: I can't wait to see which part Ramsey cuts off you this time.

Brianne and Podrick rode over

Soldier 1: It's a bloody women-

She killed him she and Podrick fought and killed the soldiers.

A soldier: No please

Brianne slit his throat the soldier Podrick was fighting knocked him onto the ground. Podrick crawled back as the soldier walked towards him. Before the soldier could do anything Theon stabbed him in the back killing him. All the soldiers and the two dogs were dead. Podrick stood up Kyra walked over to Theon. Brianne walked over to her and kneeled in front of her.

Brianne: Lady Kyra, my names Brianne of Tarth. I served your uncle Renly, I was part of his kings guard. I loved the man I served and I was there when he died. From the moment he died I vowed I would serve his niece. I offer my services once again to a Baratheon. I will shield your back and give my life for you if need be. I swear it.

Kyra: And I vow that you should always have a place by my hearth. And meat and mead at my table. I pledge to not ask any service of you that will bring you dishonor. I swear it, arise.

Brianne stood up Theon began his journey back to the Iron Islands while Brianne and Podrick took Kyra to the wall. When her, Brianne, and Podrick arrived they were surrounded by Free Folk and Night Watch men. When Kyra looked at the balcony's she finally saw who she wanted to see. Her brother-in-law, best friend, and the only other person in her Stark family besides Theon that was/is despised by Catlyn and other people. As soon as Jon was down the steps she jumped into his arms that held her tight. Kyra wrote to Robb right away. Letting him know she was safe and with Jon. But also letting him know not to come. In order for him to get to the wall he has to go through Winterfell. Ramsey will slaughter him if he steps foot in Winterfell. Later Podrick, Brianne, Tormund, Jon, Kyra, and Edd were eating in the great hall with everyone. Tormund kept staring at Brianne the whole time.

Edd: Sorry about the food, It's not what were known for.

Kyra: That's alright, there are more important things

A guy walked into the hall.

The guy: Letter for you Lord Commander

Jon: I'm not the Lord Commander anymore

But Jon took the letter anyways and opened it. Everyone could tell by the look on Jon's face that the letter was not good. He read it out loud.

Jon: To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow, you allowed 1000's of Widlings past the wall. You betrayed your own kind you betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine bastard come and see. Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon.

He and Kyra looked at each other

Jon: His direwolf's skin is on my floor come and see. I want my bride back, send her to me bastard and I will not trouble you or your Widling lovers. Keep her from me and I will slaughter every Widling man, women, and child living under your protection. You will watch as my solders take turns-

Kyra: Go on

Jon: It's just more of the same(Threw the letter on the table very upset)

Kyra: You will watch as my solders take turns raping Kyra. You will watch as my dogs eat your wild little brother alive. And I will cut out your eyes and have my dogs do the rest. Signed Ramsey Bolton Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

Jon: Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North?

Kyra: Roose Bolton is dead, Ramsey killed him. And now he has Rickon

Jon: We don't know that

Kyra: Yes we do

Tormund: How many men does he have in his army?

Kyra: 5000

Jon: How many do you have?(Asked Tormund)

Tormund: That are not children, 2000.

Kyra: We'll make camp in Winterfell. I'll write to Robb for him and his soldiers to join us. You and Robb are sons of the true Warden of the North. Northern families are loyal they'll fight for you if you ask.

Kyra grabbed his hand

Kyra: A monster has taken our home and your brother. We have to go back and save them both.

Tormund, Davos, Kyra, Podrick, Brianne, and Jon left that day. The next day Davos, Tormund, Kyra, and Jon met with Ramsey.

Jon: You don't have to be here

Kyra: Yes I do

Ramsey: My beloved wife, I missed you terribly. Thank you for returning Lady Bolton safely. Now dismount and kneel before me. Surrender your army and proclaim me the true Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. I'll pardon you for deserting the Night's Watch. Come bastard you and your brother don't have the men, you don't have the horses, and you don't have Winterfell. Why lead those poor souls into slaughter? There's no need for a battle, get off your horse and kneel. I'm a man of mercy.

Jon: Your right, there's no need for a battle. 1000 men don't need to die only one of us. Let's end this the old way you against me.

Ramsey: I keep hearing stories about you bastard. The way people talk about you you're the greatest swords man that ever walked. I don't know if I'd beat you. But I know that my army would beat yours. I have 6000 men you and your brother have half that.

Jon: Aye you have the numbers, will you men want to fight for you when they hear you wouldn't fight for them?

Ramsey: He's good, very good. Tell me, will you let your little brother die because you're too proud to surrender?

Kyra: How do we know you have him?

One of the men threw a black direwolf head onto the ground.

Ramsey: Now if you want to save-

Kyra: Your going to die tomorrow Lord Bolton. Sleep well

Kyra took off on her horse

Ramsey: She's a fine woman Kyra, I look forward to having her back in my bed. And your all fine-looking men, my dogs are eager to meet you. They haven't eaten in weeks. In the morning then bastard.

Everyone took off their separate ways. When they got back Robb and his soldiers had arrived. Robb and Kyra felt their hearts jump when they saw each other. They ran to each other smashing their lips together.

Robb: I thought I lost you! I thought I lost you!(Hugged her tight as they cried)

Robb: Are you alright?! Are you hurt?!(Rubbing her cheeks)

Kyra: Now that I'm away from that monster and back in the arms of my true love no I'm not hurt.(Ran her fingers through his hair)

Robb: Did that little bastard rape you?

She nodded yes he kissed her forehead.

Robb: Brother, It's good to finally see you again(Him and Jon hugged each other tight)

Jon: I missed you brother so much, I love you(Hugging him tight back)

Robb: I love you too(Rubbed Jon's cheek)

Robb: And I love you my darling, someone else has been waiting to see you again.(Grabbed her hands)

Robb whistled a fully-grown Starlight ran over to them along with Ghost and Robb's wolf.

Kyra: My girl, I missed you(Kneeled petting her)

Robb: I was a fool to still trust Umber after the way he talked to you during that meeting. I should have known he still hated you and would hurt you. I should have kept an eye on Rickard Karstark after Jamie's escape also. I should have known he hated and was going to hurt you too. I beheaded him after I found out he helped Umber take you away. This is all my fault, please forgive me sweetie. And please forgive me for asking you to stay out of the fight. You're pregnant, I can't lose you or our child.(She stood up)

Kyra: There's nothing to forgive, about any of it. I love you too honey. I will stay out of the fight. I promise.

Jon: Davos can stay with her and keep her company. He's not much of a fighter and he always says he's a liability in fight's.

That night they went over the battle plans while looking at the map.

Davos: It's not his way, he knows the North is watching. If the other houses sense weakness on his part they'll stop fearing him. He can't have that fear is his power.

Jon: It's his weakness too, his men don't want to fight for him there forced to fight for him.

Tormund: It's not his men that worry me it's his horses. I know what horse-riding knights can do to us. You and Stannis cut through us like piss through snow.

Jon: Were digging trenches all long our flanks. They won't be able to hit us the way Stannis hit you in a double envelopment.

Jon saw he was confused and laughed and smiled

Jon: A pincer move

He laughed and smiled again

Jon: They won't be able to hit us from the sides

Tormund: Good

Kyra: It's crucial that we let them charge at us. They got the numbers we need the patience.

Jon walked over to Tormund

Tormund: Did you really think that cunt would fight you one on one?

Jon: No, I wanted to make him angry. I want him coming at us full tilt.

Robb: We should all get some sleep

Tormund: Rest Jon Snow, we need you sharpe tomorrow(Put his hands on Jon's shoulders)

Tormund and Davos walked out. In the morning both sides were in the field ready for battle. Ramsey pulled out Rickon who's hands were tied. Ramsey cut his ropes off and grabbed him.

Ramsey: Do you like games little man? Let's play, run to your brothers. The sooner you get to them the sooner you get to see them. Simple, ready go.

Ramsey pushed Rickon forward but Rickon walked very slow.

Ramsey: No you have to run remember, those are the rules.

Ramsey grabbed a bow and arrows Rickon took off. Jon and Robb quickly jumped on their horses and took off towards Rickon. Ramsey missed on purpose three times. Right when Rickon got very close to Jon and Robb Ramsey shot an arrow into Rickon killing him.

Tormund: Jon don't(Whispered)

Jon and Robb took off towards Ramsey's army. Some of Jon and Robb's men took off towards Ramsey's army

Tormund: Fight! Fight!

Tormund and his Widlings took off towards Ramsey's army. The battle begun. One of Ramsey's men knocked Jon onto the ground. Jon grabbed a shield and kept it up as the guy went at him. Robb stabbed him through the head killing him. Robb pulled Jon gently to his feet.

Robb: Hey! You okay?!(Rubbed his cheek)

Jon nodded yes that he was okay as Robb squeezed his left shoulder. Soon Ramsey's men with big shields surrounded Jon, Tormund, Robb, and all of their men. Tormund and Jon ran to the front of the group. The men with shields advanced with spears stabbing some men. Tormund and Jon ran forward pulling some men out from behind the shields killing them.

A Widling man: Tormund! Jon! Get back!(Pulled them away and behind him)

The shield men started moving up again. Tormund looked behind him and saw of Ramsey's men coming from the back of the field.

Tormund: Fuck this!

Tormund: Come on!(Ran off pulling Jon with him)

They ran to the back and ended up facing one of Ramsey's men together. As they killed the man Knights of the Vale came charging in. Tormund, Jon, and Robb crawled up the hill and stared at Ramsey angrily. Ramsey took off Jon, Tormund, and Robb took off after him. Ramsey ran into the Winterfell yard as his solders shut the gates.

Ramsey: Their armies are gone

One of Ramsey's soldiers: Our armies are gone

Ramsey: We have Winterfell, they don't have the numbers for siege all we have to do is wait.

The door busted in and Wun Wun ran in. Jon, Tormund, and Robb ran in. Ramsey shot Wun Wun with an arrow killing him.

Ramsey: You suggested one on one combat Snow. I changed my mind I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.

Jon quickly tossed Robb his sword and picked up a shield blocking every arrow Ramsey shot until Jon beat him up blooding his face. Ramsey was dragged to the dungeon then eaten by his own dogs. The dogs were killed that day too. Later Jon called a meeting to discuss the other threat now, the White Walkers.

A man: You can't expect Knights of the Vale to side with Widling invaders!

Tormund: We didn't invade, we were invited

The man: Not by me

Jon: The Widlings, the Knights of the Vale, and the Northerners fought bravely, fought together, and won. My father use to say we find our true friends on the battlefield.

A man: The Boltons are defeated the wall is over. Winter has come, we should ride home and wait out the storm.

Jon: The war is not over and I promise you all. The true enemy won't wait out the storm. He brings the storm.

After a few muttering Lyanna Mormont stood up

Lyanna: Your son was butchered at the Red Wedding Lord Manly but you refuse the call. You swore allegiance to house Stark Lord Glover. But in the hour of greatest need you refuse the call. And you Lord Cerin, your father was skinned alive by Ramsey Bolton. Still you refuse the call. But house Mormont remembers. The North remembers! We know no king but the King of the North whose name is Stark. Robb is my king from this day until his last day! And Kyra is my queen from this day until her last day!

Lord Manly: Lady Lyanna Mormont speaks harshly, and truthfully. Robb Stark is the Young Wolf! The King in the North!

Lord Glover: I did not fight beside you on the field. And I will regret that until my dying day. I admit I was wrong and ask forgiveness.

Robb: There's nothing to forgive my lord

Lord Glover: There will be more fights to come. House Glover with stand beside house Stark as we have for 1000 years. And I will stand behind Robb and Kyra Stark. The King and Queen in the North!

Lord Manly: The King and Queen in the North!

Everyone chanted " The King and Queen in the North".

Jon: I want every Northern maester to look through their records of dragonglass. Dragonglass kills White Walkers it's more value to us right now then gold. We need to find it and make weapons from it.

Robb: Everyone age 10 to 60 will drill daily with spears, swords, bow and arrows.

Lord Manly: It's about time we taught these boys of summer how to fight.

Jon: Not just the boys, we can't defeat our enemy with only half the population fighting.

Lord Manly: You expect me to put a spear in my granddaughter's hands?

Kyra: Jon and Robb expect you to put a spear in the hands of anyone that can fight. Skill is what matters not gender! And some fighters are made not born! None of you forget I was taught how to fight and I can fight and defend myself just as easily as you can!

Lord Manly: My queen I-(Trying to apologize)

Lyanna: We are not going to sit and do nothing while men fight. We'll train every boy, girl, man, and women on Bear Island.

Robb: While were preparing for attack we need to sure up our defenses. The only thing standing between us and the army of the dead is the wall and the wall hasn't been properly maned in centuries. I'm not the ruler of the free folk but-.

Tormund: You want the Free Folk and I to man the castles for you?(Laughed)

Jon: Aye, the last time we saw the Night King was at Hardhome. Closets castle to Hardhome is East-Watch-by-the-Sea.

Tormund: And that's where I will go. Looks like were the Night's Watch now.

As soon as the meeting was over Tormund hugged Jon goodbye and left for East-Watch-by-the-Sea with the Free Folk. Later that day Jon had another meeting because of some letters he and Kyra received.

Jon: This message was sent to me by Samwell Tarly, he was my brother at the Night's Watch. One of the men I trust more than anyone in the world. He has found proof that Dragonstone sits on a mountain of dragonglass.

Kyra: And I received this letter from Dragonstone. It was sent to me by Tyrion Lannister. He's now hand of the queen Danerys Targarian. She intends to take the Iron Throne from Cersi Lannister. Danerys has a powerful army at her back and three dragons. Tyrion has invited me to Dragonstone to meet with Danerys. And I'm going to accept. We need this dragonglass! It kills White Walkers! We need to turn it into weapons! More importantly we need allies! The Night King's army grows larger by the day! We can't defeat them on our own. We don't have the numbers! Danerys has her own army and she has dragonfire. I need to persuade her to fight with us. It's me and me only she wants and is willing to meet with. Sir Davos and I will ride to White Harbor tomorrow then sail for Dragonstone.

Robb: She's here to reclaim the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms. The North is one of those kingdoms. This isn't an invitation it's a trap.

Kyra: It could be, but I don't believe Tyrion wouldn't do that. Jon and I know him, he's a good man.

Lyanna: Winter is here my queen. We need the Queen of the North in the North.

Kyra: The North is my home. It's part of me and I will never stop fighting for it no matter the odds. The odds are against us. None of you have seen the army of the dead Jon has. We can never hope to defeat them alone. We need allies, powerful allies. I know It's a risk but I have to take it. As I said Danerys wants to meet with me and me only. It has to be me.

Later Kyra and Davos arrived at Dragonstone and were surrounded by Dothraki men. Kyra spotted Tyrion and smiled as she walked over to him.

Tyrion: The bastard of King's Landing(Joked)

Kyra: Dwarf of Castly Rock(Joked)

They smiled and hugged. He kissed her cheek.

Tyrion: I'm Tyrion Lannister(Said to Davos)

They shook hands

Davos: Davos Seaworth

Tyrion: Missandi is the queen's most trusted advisor

Missandi: Welcome to Dragonstone, if you wouldn't mind handing over your weapons.

Kyra: Of course

Everyone handed their weapons

Missandi: Please this way

Kyra and Davos followed her and Tyrion

Tyrion: I'm so sorry about Sansa

Kyra: Thank you, everyone thinks I'm a fool for coming here.

Tyrion: Of course they do, as your uncle I would have advised against it. Danerys knows you're my niece and Cersi's daughter. I had no choice but to tell her. But I also told her plenty of times you're the good child. That you're the good Baratheon. I hear you're pregnant with Robb's child. Congratulations.

A big dragon flew above making Kyra and Davos get down. Tyrion gently pulled Kyra to her feet.

Tyrion: I'd say you get use to them, but you never really do. Come niece their mother is waiting for you.

Kyra and Davos entered the castle then walked into the throne room spotting Danerys on her throne.

Missandi: You stand in the presence of Danerys of house Targaryn rightful heir to the iron throat. Queen of the Andals and the First Men. Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. The Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains.

Davos: This is Kyra Stark, and as you already know she's also Tyrion's niece and Cersi's daughter. Her adoptive last name is Baratheon. She's Queen of the North.

Danerys: Thank you for traveling so far my lady. I hope the seas weren't too rough?

Kyra: The winds were kind your grace

Davos: Apologies your grace, Kyra Stark is Queen of the North she's not a lady.

Danerys: Forgive me-

Tyrion: Your grace this is Davos Seaworth

Danerys: Forgive me Davos, I never did receive a formal education. I believe the last ruler of the North was Tarwin Stark who bent the knee to my ancestor Aegon Targaryn. In exchange for his life and the lives of the North Tarwin Stark pledged to House Targaryn. Or do I have my facts wrong?

Davos: I wasn't there your grace

Danerys: No of course not, but still an oath is an oath. And the oath was forever. So I assume my lady you're here to bend the knee.

Kyra: I am not

Danerys: That is unfortunate, you traveled all this way to break faith with House Targaryn.

Kyra: Break faith? Your father burned my husband's grandfather alive. He burned my husband's uncle alive. He would have burned the seven kingdoms.

Danerys: My father was an evil men. On behalf of House Targaryn I ask your forgiveness for the crimes he committed against your family. And I ask you not to judge a daughter for her father's crimes. Our two houses were allies for centauries. And those were the best centauries the Seven Kingdoms ever known. Centauries of peace and prosperity with a Targaryn on the Iron Throne and a Stark as ruler of the North. I am the last Targaryn Kyra Stark Honor the pledge your husband's ancestor made to mine. Bend the knee and I will name you Queen of the North. Together we will save the country from the people who would destroy it.

Kyra: Your right, you're not guilty of your father's crimes. And I'm not held by my husband's ancestor's pledge.

Danerys: Then why are you here?

Kyra: I need your help and you need mine

Danerys: Did you see three dragons when you arrived?

Kyra: I did

Danerys: Did you see the Dorthaki? All who have sworn to kill for me.

Kyra: There hard to miss

Danerys: And I need your help?

Kyra: You haven't stormed Kings Landing, why not? The only reason I can see is that you don't want to kill a thousand of innocent people. So that means you're better than Cersi.

Danerys: Still that doesn't explain why I need your help

Kyra: Because right now you, I, Cersi, and everyone are children playing a game and screaming that the rules aren't fair.

Danerys: You told me this is the child of your sister that you love.

Tyrion: I do

Danerys: In the time she has met me she has refused to call me queen. She has refused to bow and now she is calling me a child.

Tyrion: She's calling all of us children, figure of speech.

Kyra: Your grace everyone you know will die before winters over if we don't defeat the enemy of the North.

Danerys: As far as I can see you are the only Northern enemy.

Kyra: I'm not your enemy, the dead are the enemy.

Danerys: The dead, is that another figure of speech?

Kyra: The army of the dead is on the march

Tyrion: The army of the dead?

Kyra: Do you think I'm a liar or a mad women uncle?

Tyrion: No I don't think you are either of those things

Kyra: The army of the dead is real, the White Walkers are real. The Night King is real. My brother-in-law Jon has seen them. If they get pass the wall and were fighting amongst ourselves were finished.

Danerys: I was born in Dragonstone, not that I can remember it. We fled before Robert's assassins could find us. Your father and father-in-law were best friends were they not? I wonder if your father-in-law knew that his best friend sent assassins to murder a baby girl in her crib. Not that it matters now of course. I spent my life in foreign lands. So many men have tried to kill me I don't remember all their names. I have been sold, chained, betrayed, raped, and defiled. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms and I will.(walked over to Kyra)

Kyra: You'll be ruling over a graveyard if we don't defeat the Night King.

Davos: You don't believe her and I don't blame you. But if destiny has brought Danerys Targaryn back to our shores it also made Kyra Stark Queen of the North. You're the first to bring Dothraki to Westros. Kyra is the first seer queen. Those things that you don't believe her brother-in-law faced them. Kyra also has been raped, beaten, kidnapped, forced into unwanted marriage, and hated and untrusted ever since becoming queen. Her own mother-in-law hated her and never saw her as part of the family. She risked her life for her family and people. If we don't put aside our differences and band together we will die. And then it doesn't matter who's skeleton sits on the Iron Throne.

Tyrion: If it doesn't matter then you might as well kneel. Swear allegiance to Queen Danerys. Help her to defeat your mother and together our armies we'll protect the North.

Kyra: There's no time for that! There's no time for any of this! While we stand here debating-

Tyrion: It takes no time to bend the knee, pledge your swords to her cause.

Kyra: And why would I do that! I mean no offense your grace! But I don't know you. As far as I can tell your claim to the throne rest entirely on your father's name! And my husband's uncle fought to overthrow the Mad King! The Lords of the North placed their trust in me to lead them. And I will continue to do so as well as I can.

Danerys: That's fair, It's also fair to point out that I'm the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. By declaring yourself Queen of the North you are an open rebellion. You must be tired after your long journey. We'll have baths drawn for you and supper sent to your rooms.

Kyra: Am I your prisoner?

Danerys: Not yet

Kyra and Davos left the room. Meanwhile Arya arrived at the Winterfell gate. Luckily the soldiers recognized her and let her into the castle yard.

A soldier: I'll go get Robb and Jon. Queen Kyra's not here though, she's on a mission.

The soldier ran into the great hall where Robb and Jon were.

The soldier: My king, Lord Snow, Arya is alive. She just arrived in the yard.

Robb and Jon followed the soldier over to Arya. Arya jumped into Jon's arms and hugged him. Then she did the same to Robb.

Robb: I'm sorry Arya, Sansa and Rickon are dead and we still don't know where Bran is.

By the next day after a lot more talking Danerys finally trusted Kyra and she trusted her. Danerys even accepted Kyra as Queen of the North. The same day Kyra and Gendry met and found out they are brother and sister. They loved each other and became close right away. Kyra finally had a brother that loved her and that trusted her and that she could trust back. And she loved him back with all her heart. Danerys waited on the beach by the row boats for her. Kyra walked over to her.

Kyra: Well if I don't return at least you won't have to deal with the Queen of the North anymore.

Danerys: I grown use to her

Kyra: I wish you good fortune in the wars to come your grace

Kyra left with Davos, Jorah Mormont, and Gendry. Later they arrived at East-Watch-by-the-Sea to meet with Tormund.

Tormund: Isn't it your job to talk her out of stupid fuckin ideas like this?

Davos: I been failing at that job lately

Tormund: How many queens are there now besides you?

Kyra: 2

Tormund: And you need to convince the one with the dragons? Or the one that fucks her brother who also happens to be your adoptive mother?

Gendry laughed

Kyra: Both

Tormund: You really want to go out there?

Kyra nodded yes. After talking with the East Watch prisoners they began their mission to capture a White Walker as proof for Cersi.

Kyra: You alright brother?(Asked Gendry)

He nodded yes

Kyra: Never been North before?

Gendry: I never seen snow before

Tormund: Beautiful hey, I can breath again. Down South the air smells like pig shit.

Kyra: You never been South

Tormund: I been to Winterfell

Kyra: That's the North

Tormund huffed

Gendry: How did the men keep their balls from freezing off?

Tormund: You have to keep moving that's the secret. Walking's good, fighting's better, and fuckens best.

Kyra: Tormund there's not a woman in 100 miles here except for me.

Tormund: We have to make do with what we got don't we.(Leaned into Kyra)

She laughed and pushed him playfully. Tormund walked over to the Hound.

Tormund: You're the one they call the dog

The Hound: Fuck off

Tormund: They told me you were mean. Were you born mean or do you just hate Widlings?

The Hound: I don't give shits about Widling, It's gingers I hate.

Tormund: Gingers are beautiful, we are kissed by fire just like you.

The Hound: Don't point your fuckin finger at me!

Tormund: Did you trip into the fire when you were a baby?

The Hound: I didn't trip I was pushed

Tormund: And ever since you been mean

The Hound: Will you fuck off!

Tormund: I don't think you are truly mean, you have sad eyes.

The Hound: You want to suck my dick is that it?

Tormund: Dick?(Asked confused)

The Hound: Cock!

Tormund: Ah dick, I like it

The Hound: I bet you do

Tormund: Nope It's pussy for me, I have a beauty waiting for me back in Winterfell if I ever make it back. Yellow hair, blue eyes, tallest women you'll ever see. Almost as tall as you.

The Hound: Brianne of Tarth?

Tormund: You know her?

The Hound: Your with Brianne of fuckin Tarth?

Tormund: I'm not with her yet, but I seen the way she looks at me.

The Hound: Like she wants to cut out your heart and eat your liver.

Tormund: You do know her

The Hound: We met

Tormund: I want to make babies with her. Great big mountains that concur the world.

The Hound: How did a mad fucker like you live this long?

Tormund: I'm good at killing people

Tormund went up front with Kyra but then stopped when he heard something. He and Kyra slowly went forward and kneeled and saw White Walkers down below.

Kyra: Where's the rest of them?

Tormund: If we wait long enough we'll find out

They captured a White Walker not long after White Walkers charged at them. They ran until they were in the middle of a lake on a small piece of land. The White Walkers didn't charge at them until The Hound threw a rock and hit one in the face. The Hound broke a little bit of the ice making some of the White Walkers fall into the water.

Kyra: Fall back! Fall back!

Tormund: Come on!

A White Walker hit Tormund in the face giving him a cut on his forehead. They dragged him to the ground.

Tormund: Help me!

White Walkers started dragging him towards a hole in the ice but The Hound quickly got them off and pulled Tormund up and behind him. A man fell into the White Walkers getting eaten alive. Kyra bumped into Tormund but once they saw it was just each other they went back to the fighting. Suddenly everyone ducked when fire blew above. It was Danerys and her dragons. One of the dragons went down, died, and sunk to the bottom of the lake. Kyra saw that the Night King was about to throw another spear.

Kyra: Go! Go now! Leave!

Kyra screamed as two White Walkers pushed her into the water

Before the spear could be thrown the dragon took off making the spear miss. Jorah fell off but The Hound quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him back up. Kyra crawled onto the ice and breathed. She got up and started walking. The White Walkers saw her. But before the White Walkers could charge at her a man on a horse rode through them swinging a chain of fire killing some of them. The man rode over to Kyra, got off, and walked over to her removing his hood.

Kyra: Benjen? How?(Gasped as Benjen helped her walk over to the horse)

Benjen helped her on the horse

Benjen: Get to East Watch

Kyra: Come with me

Benjen: Go(Made the horse take off)

After everyone arrived back at East Watch Danerys and Jorah went up to one of the towers.

Jorah: It's time to go your grace

Danerys: Just a few more minutes

Just about when she was ready to walk away horns went off.

Gendry: Kyra! It's my sister!

Kyra was unconscious, frozen, but alive. Two days later Kyra slowly opened her eyes and saw Gendry sitting on her bed holding Kyra's hand.

Kyra: Brother(Breathed)

Kyra tried to sit up

Gendry: No sis your okay, lay down.(Gently pushed her back down)

Kyra: Tormund and everyone, are they safe?(Asked weakly)

Gendry: Everyone you went with is safe and alive

Gendry: Get some sleep(Rubbed Kyra's left cheek)

He kissed Kyra's forehead then left.

Tormund: How is she?

Gendry: Cold, weak, but okay and resting

A week later Kyra was all better and arrived in King's Landing and made her way to the dragon pit with everyone including Gendry, Theon, and Missandi.

Missandi: Why did they built it?

Jorah: The dragons didn't know what was there's and what wasn't. Lamb, livestock, children.

Tyrion: I imagine it was a sad joke in the end. An entire arena filled with creatures no smaller then dogs.

Bronn walked over with Kings Landings soldiers

Bronn: Welcome my lords and lady, your friends arrived before you did.(Pointed to the Hound and Brianne)

Bronn: I've been sent to escort you all to the meeting

The soldiers parted and the Dothraki men walked forward. Everyone else walked forward. Tyrion walked up to Podrick with Kyra.

Tyrion: What a pleasant surprise in an unpleasant situation

Podrick: It's good to see you again my lord

Tyrion: Supporting the enemy no doubt

Podrick: Can't blame you

Tyrion: Cersi certainly will

Podrick: I'm glad your alive

Tyrion: I don't believe you met my niece

Podrick: Actually we met in Winterfell. Brianne is her most trusted soldier. It's good to see you again Lady Kyra(Smiled)

Kyra: It's always good to see you too Pod

Bronn: Come on you can suck his magic cock later

They followed everyone else. Tyrion walked up to Bronn with Kyra.

Tyrion: Hero's of Blackwater Bay, strange reunion.

Podrick: It is my lord

Tyrion: I don't think I'm anyone's lord any more Pod. Save the titles for Sir Bronn of the Blackwater.

Bronn: I'm sure your new queen will be happy to restore yours once she's on the Iron Throne.

Tyrion: You been thinking about our new queen? Did you ever think about switching sides? Remember my offer, whatever there paying I'll double it.

Bronn: Don't you worry about me I'll be just fine. Looking after myself.

Tyrion: Arranging this meeting you put yourself at risk

Bronn: I put yourself at risk important difference. It's your head and adopted daughter's head she wants and is offering a bag of gold for not mine. Now thanks to me she's got two traitors heads coming right at her door.

There was a pause

Tyrion: It's good to see you again

Bronn: Yeah you too

Everyone walked into the pit not long Cersi, Jamie, and their soldiers arrived. Cersi stared at Kyra and Tyrion angrily as both sides took their seats.

Cersi: Where is she?

Tyrion: She'll be here soon

Cersi: She didn't travel with you?

Tyrion: No

Everyone stood as Danerys arrived on her dragon then sat back down when Danerys got off, walked over, and took a seat.

Cersi: We been waiting for sometime

Danerys: My apologies

Tyrion stood up

Tyrion: We are a group of people who don't like each other. We have suffered at each other's hands. We have lost people we love at each other's hands. If all we wanted is the same thing there would be no need for this gathering.

Cersi: So we should just settle our differences here and live together and live in harmony forever?

Tyrion: You know that will never happen

Cersi: Then why are we here?

Kyra stood up

Kyra: This isn't about living in harmony, It's just about living. The same thing is coming for all of us. A general you can't negotiate with, a army that doesn't leave corpses behind on the battle field. Lord Tyrion tells us you have more than a million people in this city. There are about to become more than a million people added to the army of the dead.

Cersi: I imagine for most of them it would be an improvement

Kyra: This is serious, I never would have come back to Kings Landing if it weren't.

Cersi: I don't think your serious at all adoptive daughter I think it's another bad joke like you. If my brother Jamie is correct you're asking me for a truce.

Danerys: Yes, that's all

Cersi: That's all? Pull back my armies and stand down while you go on your monster hunt. Until you march on my capital with twice the men.

Danerys: Your capital will be safe, until the Northern threat is dealt with. You have my word.

Tyrion: There is no conversation that will erase the last 50 years. We have something to show you.

The Hound carried a box up, set it down, unchained it, opened it, and then kicked it over. A dead man ran at Cersi as the Hound grabbed the chain and pulled it away from her and onto the ground. The Hound chopped the man in half then chopped off his arm. Kyra grabbed the chopped off arm as Davos lite a torch on fire.

Kyra: We can destroy them by burning them

She lite the arm on fire then dropped the arm and took out dragonglass.

Kyra: And we can destroy them with dragonglass. If we don't win this fight that is the fate of every person in the world.

Kyra grabbed the dead man and stabbed him in the heart killing him. She dropped him onto the ground.

Kyra: There is only one war that matters, the great war and it is here.

Danerys: I didn't believe it either until I saw them. I saw them all.

Jamie: How many?

Danerys: Hundred thousand at least

Euron Greyjoy stood up

Euron: Can they swim?

Kyra: No

Euron: Good, I'm taking the Iron fleet back to the Iron Islands.

Cersi: What are you talking about?

Euron: I been around the world I seen everything. Things you couldn't imagine. And this is the only thing I've seen that it terrifies me.

He walked over to Danerys

Euron: I'm going back to my island and you should too. When winters over we'll be the only ones left alive.

Euron left

Cersi: He's right to be afraid and a coward to run. If those things come for us they'll be no kingdoms to rule. Everything we suffered will be for nothing. Everything we lost will be for nothing. We will have a truce and help you until the Northern threat is gone.

The meeting ended and Danerys, Kyra, Tyrion, and everyone left on Danerys ship. When everyone got back to Winterfell Bran was waiting in a wheelchair. Arya, Robb, and Jon were standing next to him. Kyra hugged him then Arya. Edd, Tormund, and all of Castle Black were there too.

Kyra: Edd! Tormund! What are you guys doing here? What happened?!

Edd: The Night King and his army came to Castle Black after your soldiers showed up. The Night King was riding a dragon which burnt down the wall. Most of us and Brandon were lucky to make it to Winterfell alive. The Night King's dragon destroyed East Watch's wall also.

Meera: I'm Meera Reed, I been protecting Bran and I'm the one who brought him to Castle Black.

Bran: Her and her brother Jojen, but he died

Jon: Your father was Howland Reed. I heard stories about him. Our father was friends with him.

Meera: I heard that too, It's nice to finally meet you all.

Edd: The Night King and White Walker's can't be far behind. We better get ready for a fight.

The minute the White Walkers attacked everyone fought including Arya. Sam Tarly kept Bran company instead. Bran entered the dragon's mind as it hovered over the yard. Soldiers threw fire lite spears into the dragon killing it and making the Night King fall and land in the yard right behind Kyra. Before she could do anything as she turned around to face him he cut her in the chest making her cry out in pain and land on her ass. Jon fought the Night King as Edd pulled her away from there.

Edd: Your okay, It's not deep

Her and Edd ended up fighting side by side. Arya lite her Needle on fire. Jon and the Night King were so busy fighting each other that they didn't notice Arya walk up behind the Night King. She lite the Night King on fire killing him and the whole army for good.

Edd: Fierce just like her brothers and sister-in-law(Smiled at Arya as he walked over with Kyra)

Kyra: I agree(Smiled)

Jon: Ky your chest!(Said worriedly)

Kyra: I'll be fine, I'll go put gaze on it.

After she put gaze on her wound Kyra went to Bran's room and sat on his bed.

Kyra: Good job, that dragon's dead and so is the Night King and his army.

Bran: Thank you, I'm glad. I am so sorry for everything that has happened to you since you left Winterfell. And I'm sorry my mother never liked you.

Kyra: What do you mean? How do you know what happened?

Bran: I have visions, I saw everything while you were Ramsey's captive. But you looked so beautiful during the wedding.

Kyra: Okay Bran I'm happy to see you again. But that's really creepy so I'm going to go see my husband.

She walked out. That night after he and Kyra had sex Robb looked at letter's of suggestions of how to fix Castle Black and East Watch and their walls as Kyra slept. The letter's were for Jon but Jon let Robb look at them when Jon was done. Kyra opened her eyes and rolled to her side so she could look at Robb.

Kyra: What are you doing?

Robb: Looking at Jon's letter's about how to fix Castle Black and East Watch.

Robb: If you don't put clothes on I can't promise I won't attack you again.(Smirked)

Kyra: Attack attack(Giggled as she sat up)

Robb laughed in the morning they were startled by a knock on the door.

Robb: Just a minute(Called)

He and Kyra quickly got their clothes on.

Kyra: Come in(Called)

The door opened Benjen walked in.

Robb: Uncle Benjen(Said happily as they hugged)

Then Benjen hugged Kyra. Benjen moved back into the castle. Three months later Jon and everyone else finally forgave Theon like Kyra did so after saving Yara he moved back into the Winterfell castle. Gendry moved into the castle also. Five months later Kyra and Robb gave birth to twins a boy and girl. They named the boy Eddard after Robb's father. They named the girl Raina after her father's favorite weather. When Gendry and Meera met it was love at first sight. They married three months after Eddard and Raina's birth. Seven months later Gendry and Meera gave birth to a boy they named Howland after her father.

[iloveyoukyra]

3/27/24 11:25

Right now I’m crying. A lot of stuff happened.

I went 1 week no contact and you kinda broke it but it was really me asking for something back. You said you wanted to but you didn’t want to burden me or anything else. Then you said maybe you should leave permanently bc I’m doing so well without you. These mind games are messing me up.

Yesterday I had to call you after work bc there was a special event but I was too drunk to drive home. When we drove home I just stared at you. How pretty you are! I tried talking to you a bit. You said today I wasn’t respecting your boundaries that well. I thought I did fairly well.

I asked if you still loved me and you said “I don’t know what love is”. At the time it didn’t hurt so bad but when I woke up it hurt so bad. After all these years you’ve never loved me. I feel so lied to, betrayed, and unbelievably miserable.

I loved you and I meant it every time I said it, I felt it every time I said it, I loved you! I loved you! I love you. I still love you. How could you do this to me? How could you Kyra? I’m so heartbroken and I’m crying so much. We just went on a big trip and it was so romantic, it meant everything to me, I know means some kind of platonic thing for you but why would you lead me on? I took care of you at your worst, when you were sick, and you have never loved me? We showered skin to skin, let each other see parts no other has seen, been in incredibly intimate situations, and you have never loved me? If I knew this sooner I would’ve stayed far far away. I feel so ruined, used, tainted, and filthy now.I feel like I wasted so much time and energy on you.

Then you said you lost yourself in the relationship. I wish we discussed this sooner. I felt kinda similar and I wish we could’ve either addressed this individually or as a relationship in a healthy manner rather than it all exploding like this.

I’m still not mad about the cheating. Only hurt. You seem to have forgotten that yeah even did that and expect me to be ok with hanging out.

I was looking back at old texts between us after you cheated and I remember how happy I was. You were so loving, caring, and tender there. What happened?

I feel so betrayed and hurt by you. I hope in the next couple of months you will understand and realize what you have done. I hope you miss me and I hope you come back. I hope my absence eats away at you. At the same time I know I can’t trust that you will. I just wish. I wish you felt the same as me. Everything changed too quickly

I hope you regret what you did, and feel remorseful at one point.

[writing-in-april]

Converging Parallels

Spencer Reid x Female Single Mom Reader (Spencer’s POV)

Summary: Spencer goes to a support group Penelope suggested after the death of Maeve. He quickly connects with a single mom who’s experiences have been similar to Spencer’s.

A/N: I’m prefacing this by saying I know shit about math and am horrible at it lol 😂 so my math analogies might be horribly off 😂 This is my fifth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April- this one was requested by @samuel-de-champagne-problems- this is the request- (go check out there fics too!!) I tweaked it a little bit so I hope you enjoy it 🥺 a lot of it is confined to Spencer grappling with his thoughts- but there is dialogue I promise lol 😂I had a good time writing it ☺️Thanks for all the love recently and if you want to drop me an ask for any reason you can do so here- I’m always looking for some new friends on here (I promise I don’t bite lol) Thanks again and hope y’all enjoy 🥰

Warnings: Angst with a hopeful ending, General dealings surrounding death and grief, Mentions of Maeve’s death, Reader’s a widow, Guilt about moving on, Reader’s child is a daughter

Main Masterlist Word Count: 1.6k

Parallel lines were never supposed to meet, they were set on a strict path following in a similar direction with no hope of ever converging. At least that’s what was the widely accepted definition by anyone with any authority in the field of mathematics.

My own math degree was being contested by a set of two lines set on a collision course with each other, though they were not supposed to. Logically I knew that the two lines were not beholden to any mathematical equation as I was referring to two human lives.

We were set on a similar course, only slight differences that seemingly were leading us to different destinations, or at least I tried to convince myself that. I tried every night to convince myself that she was only a friend, that it wasn’t what she wanted and I was desecrating the memory of the person I still claimed to be the only person I loved.

Logically I knew that by forcing where I wanted our relationship to go, what I thought the universe wanted to happen wasn’t what I truly wanted. The reason I had boxed us in so vehemently was only because I was scared and guilty, I knew it too. I wanted us to converge, but logic doesn’t always win out when dealing with guilt.

It had all started with Garcia mentioning that I should consider going to a grief support group after the death of Maeve. Every action I took was being weighed down by her death, whether I cared to admit it or not.

Garcia had good intentions when she suggested going to this meeting to me, of that I was sure. It isn’t that I saw no reason to go to the support group, I just knew that it would dreg up all the unwanted feelings that bombarded me enough already.

The flier in my hands felt heavy even though it was made of paper it weighed my hands down enough where I almost dropped it. I could have let it go then to have it fly away, being taken by the wind, that would let me forget about it. But, I knew it would have only made me forget for a short while, I’d inevitably get questions from Garcia and my own mind wouldn’t let me forget the reality of what had happened. And, logically I knew that it would most likely help. So instead of letting the wind take it away, I crumpled the paper slightly in my hands out of frustration, moving my feet forward one step at a time to enter the building.

That’s where I had first met her. When I first walked in I didn’t immediately lock eyes with her or anything, my eyes were too fixated on the ground for that to happen.

I only noticed her when she was invited to tell her story. Her strength instantly captivated me, almost making me feel like a failure at first. Her story of how she lost her husband was eerily similar in some aspects, especially the cause of his death. The feeling of failure on my part to be strong swirled in my gut as she recounted her struggles that were so starkly similar to mine. She even had a young daughter to take care of as well, she often spoke of her whenever she told her story, almost neglecting herself sometimes- which she admitted she knew she needed to work on.

However, when she came up to me to talk after the meeting was concluded my opinion switched to view her as inspiring. We began getting coffee after each meeting, sometimes talking for hours, sometimes sitting in silence. Whatever I needed she was there to give it to me, whenever she needed help I wanted to be there too.

To see our almost parallel lives begin to converge at first felt like someone had driven a car into traffic about to collide straight into my path. My mind would not stop arguing about whether or not I should pull away from her or not, like guilt was on shoulder and my potential happiness was on the other.

—-

Guilt was eating away at me from the inside out slowly, that part of my mind would not stop clawing away any good aspect of my relationship with Y/N. The relationship between us had shifted in recent weeks, tension invading what had once been a simply platonic connection formed through our shared experiences. When it became clear to me what our lingering stares and touches were leading to, guilt had reared its ugly head to burrow its way down deep and take root.

It had disrupted my sleep even more than usual, nightmares ranging from Maeve guilting me to the visuals of her death. The images of Maeve and any time I had shared with her invaded my brain at all hours of the night, haunting me. I scrunched my eyes up tight, maybe that would banish the images from my brain. That only made the guilt worse it seemed as I now felt double the guilt for wanting to banish the thoughts about a person I still claimed to love.

My hand hit the pillow in frustration, then grabbing it and throwing it to some unknown location across the room. Sitting up, no longer being able to tolerate laying down knowing that sleep would never come, made my exhausted joints beg me to lay back down. I leaned forward to put my head in my hands, also tangling my curls with my fingers. I tried to think about what Y/N had said to me at one of the first meetings I had attended, my normally impeccable memory struggled as the memory of Maeve’s bloodied face would not leave. Screaming internally was the only thing that seemed to work to push the words I was looking for forward,

“I try to think about something my therapist told me- Although it's difficult today to see beyond the sorrow, May looking back in memory help comfort you tomorrow.”

The quote wasn’t something groundbreaking or new, though the origins were unknown. But, the words still struck me deep everytime I forced my memory to call back on them.

The words she had spoken in the meeting when talking about her husband made me want to try too. She inspired me whenever she told snippets of her story to me or the rest of the group, her story had been similar to mine- with the added element of having a daughter to raise on her own.

Her strength was what had drawn me to her initially, like a moth to flame. Our relationship wasn’t even a friendship at first, just two people sharing advice (more her giving it to me) about how to deal with crippling grief.

What had blossomed since then from death and decay had thrown me for a loop. I hadn’t been expecting for this to happen, I never even thought romance would be an option for me again. I thought that I would have one great love and that our time in the sun had ended along with any option for romantic interests in the future.

Then she came along and spun my thinking upside down, not that I blamed her at all for it. She originally had just reached out to help me, not to pursue any romantic connection purposefully while I was vulnerable.

She continued to stay with me to help despite my urge to push her away even though that’s not what I wanted. I tried hard to convince myself that our lives were never meant to connect, that we were destined to remain apart.

It took many more sleepless nights for me to realize what I hadn’t seen for so long, even with Y/N reassuring me at every turn. Maeve would want me to be happy, I was sure of it. So I’d try to let myself, no longer letting myself get hindered by my own swirling thoughts of guilt that Maeve wouldn’t have wanted me to feel.

—-

Asking her out on a date had been surprisingly easy once I had let go a little of my guilt. We had chosen to go somewhere different than a coffee shop, since we already did that often. I took her out to more of an upscale restaurant than she was used to, which may be too fancy for some for a first date, but she deserved it. She worked so hard to take care of her daughter and even me to some extent.

At the end of the night we were both standing outside her door ready to go in to relieve the babysitter for the night. I had already given her a chaste kiss for the night, even though my nerves kept trying to talk me out of it. I was about to say goodbye when she grabbed my wrist to hold in her hands. She looked afraid at first, almost like she wondered if I wouldn’t like her touching me. Touch may bother me with most people, but she wasn’t most people, I’d happily share germs with her. When I did not pull away relief was evident in her eyes, then taking a big breath before speaking,

“Would you like to meet my daughter?” Her voice was shaky, understandably full of worry.

“Of course.” In the past hesitation would have littered my voice if she had asked me the same question. But, my thoughts had been slowly shifting to want our lines to converge fully and with no fear. Sure, Maeve would always capture a place in my heart, but I was ready for our lives to collide. Our parallel lives converged into one line, with a set path forward. It may get derailed from its intended path, but we would be stronger together than apart.

Ask me anything

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pairing | derek morgan x reader

word count | 2627

warnings | none yet

part one | part two | part three | part four

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He’s targeting you, Morgan,” Hotchner warned him, eyes set and cold, “and he will not let up until you break.”

“With all due respect, Hotch,” Derek looked up at his superior and pursed his lips, “I will not break.”

“You don’t know that, Derek,” he said, eyes trained on the agent’s face, “I’ve experienced the lengths they will go to. I know what his kind is capable of. You put him away, so he wants his vengeance. And that means starting with whatever you hold dear.”

Morgan stayed silent, crossing his arms and clenching his jaw. He knew what Hotch meant, he understood every word that came out of his mouth, but he didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that it could be true. That meant that Morgan could be one-upped, that he could be beat.

“Has he tried contacting you? Usually this kind of unsub will call, text, or even mail something to you.”

“No, nothing,” Morgan moved forward and sat down in a chair in front of Hotch’s desk.

“Has he tried contacting y/n? Has she told you about anything strange?”

Derek shook his head, swallowing hard. What if he went after her? What was Derek going to do then? What was he supposed to do if he killed her? So help him God, if that man ever laid a finger on y/n, that would be the last thing he ever did.

“Morgan, if any type of contact ever happens, you have to let me know. Until then, we have to find out what we can, see if we can catch him before it’s gotten too far.”

Morgan just nodded, standing from the chair and wishing Hotch a good night. As he left the office, he pulled out his phone and dialed y/n’s number, putting it to his ear and listening to the dial tone. It took a few rings before she finally picked up, and when she did, Morgan let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, “Hey, baby girl.”

“Hey, handsome,” she said, a smile evident in her voice, “where you at?”

“I’m leavin’,” he said, letting out a sigh, “everything okay at home?”

“Yeah, Clooney is goin’ a little stir crazy without you bein’ around, but, everything’s good. Why, what’s up?”

“I,” Morgan started. He stopped himself when he realized that he couldn’t lie to her, couldn’t keep this from her like that. She needed to know so that if anything were to happen, she could warn him. “I’ll explain it all when I get home. What’d you make for dinner tonight?”

“Your favorite,” she said, giggling a little at something else on her side of the phone.

“Say no more, I’m on my way. See you soon, baby girl. Love you,” he smiled, grabbing his jacket from his chair.

“Love you too, D, get home safe,” she pulled away from the phone and ended the call.

Derek walked down to his car and pressed the unlock button on his keys, climbing in and shutting the door. As he put the key in the ignition and started the engine, buzzing filled his ears. He flipped up the phone and saw the caller ID – just a number with a DC area code.

He silenced the call and shook his head, pulling out of the parking garage and getting lost in his thoughts as he drove home. He couldn’t stop thinking about the unsub – Rodrick Freeman, a serial killer with a demented motive to kill any and all couples who came across his path. In his life, the man had never been able to keep a partner, couldn’t even sustain a relationship to the second date.

This, along with the stressor of losing his last family members, brought him to the idea that the only way for him to get off, to get the attention he felt he deserved, was to kill. He started with older, married couples, then slowly moved his way down the spectrum to people who were practically on their first date.

Morgan was the one who caught him all those years ago. Morgan was the one who tackled him, saved a woman who he was about to shoot, and ultimately stopped him from killing ever again. After that, Freeman was the last thing on Derek’s mind. He met y/n maybe six or seven months later, got with her within the year, and they hadn’t broken up since.

In fact, it got more and more serious. Y/n lived with him, bore an engagement ring on her finger, and was the most important thing in Derek’s life, alongside his sisters and his mom. He cherished that woman with everything in him, and it pained his heart and mind to even think about her being hurt.

He shook his head and pulled into his driveway, turning off the car and heading into the house. He opened the front door, being greeted by his dog at the entrance, and hearing her voice come from the kitchen, “Derek, baby, that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me, sweetheart,” he closed the door and locked it, setting his keys down in the basket and walking into the kitchen to where she was. His arms wrapped around her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder, giving a small kiss to her neck before sighing in content. “How was your day, baby girl?”

“Good, kinda boring,” she answered, scraping at the hamburger meat in the pan, “Kyra bothered Josh about getting together again, Emily wouldn’t stop talking about her mom, Damien and Meg broke up – again. Basically same old, same old.”

“Wait, again? Thought they never got back together,” he said, side of his mouth coming up in confusion.

“So did everyone else in the office, but apparently not,” she turned off the stove and then turned around in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck. “She’s crazy, Der, I swear. And that man is no good for her, and everyone tells her that. But does she listen? Hell no.”

Derek laughed, kissing her lips and shaking his head, “Who would’ve thought that working with paralegals was so… drama filled?”

“Tell me about it,” she rolled her eyes, then let her palms rest on his biceps, “so, tell me about your day. How’s the BAU team?”

Derek felt himself stiffen, and he knew that y/n had noticed as soon as he did. Her eyebrows drew together and her fingers pressed a little into his arms, her own way of showing silent worry. “An unsub resurfaced,” he said quietly, “one that I put away a while ago.”

“Oh?” She was intrigued, still staring up at him with concerned and curious eyes.

“Yeah. He was a rough one. Serial killer that killed any couples he found, no matter how far along they were in their relationship,” he paused, watching the cogs in her head turn.

“Did he have a bad history with relationships? Maybe a guy with a quick temper and no types of attention or love?”

Derek pulled away from her for a moment, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water, and offering her a something. She nodded, Derek pulling out her drink and handing it to her before he took a swig of his own. “Exactly that. But, anyway, he started targeting this one couple, showed up to their house. But we saw it coming. We got to the house just after he had, and got in just in time for him to tie them up and, uh, start his torture.

“So, I got in there as fast as I could, tackled him, and got the couple out of there safe. Guy got arrested, sentenced to forty years and after that, I just forgot about him.”

“But, what?” She asked, pushing off the stove and taking a drink of her beverage, “Why is he coming back up?”

“He’s out,” Derek said, looking at y/n with a defeated stare, “and he’s, uh, he’s after me.”

Y/n froze, blinking and starting to shake her head, “I-I don’t, I don’t understand. What do you mean, after you?”

Derek cleared his throat, “He killed someone, left a message for me at the scene. Hotch said that this kind of unsub would do anything to get what he wants, and that’s me.”

Y/n sat back, looking at Derek, then down at the floor, “Goddamn.” Her voice was a whisper, a tone of shock, disbelief, and fear lacing her words. “So,” she swallowed, “so what do we do?”

“Nothing,” he crossed his arms, setting down his water, “we do nothing.”

“Nothing? How can we do nothing, Derek? This man, he’s, he’s after you! We can’t just sit around and wait for him to act on you!” Her chest started heaving, and she looked like she was about to cry, “I can’t just let something like that happen to you, Derek. I can’t lose you because of some son of a bitch like him.”

“Baby, hey,” he pushed off the counter, reaching out and pulling her against his chest. Her hands rested against his shoulders, and Derek felt more helpless than he ever had in that moment. “I won’t let him hurt me. I won’t let him do anything to you, to me, to anyone else, okay beautiful? I won’t let it happen.”

She looked up, “Promise me that, Derek.”

He put his fingers underneath her chin, rubbing his thumb against her cheekbone, “I promise you, baby girl. I promise.”

She nodded, then sighed, wiping at her eyes and then smiling, “Okay, okay. How about we eat?”

Derek nodded, kissing her lips softly, then her forehead. “I could eat.”

The rest of the night, they did their best to avoid the subject. By the time the two were in bed, the conversation was in the back of their minds. Derek held y/n against his bare chest, Clooney at their feet, and they fell asleep.

The next morning, Morgan woke up to a cold side of the bed. He groaned, cracking one eye open and looking toward the bathroom. He could see her in there, standing in her bra and a pair of pants. Her hair was semi-wet, and Derek realized that he loved the sight of her getting ready in the morning. “Baby girl?”

She turned to him, “Morning, handsome. There’s still another couple hours before you have to wake up.”

He turned, looking at the clock beside his bed. There was a few hours until he had to get up, but why was she up this early? “Why you up, then? Don’t you go in later than I do?”

“Oh, yeah,” she put in an earring, looking back at the mirror, “got called in early today. Something about Anders needing a hand with a new employee? Didn’t know we were hiring, but I figured why not, right?”

Derek closed his eyes and nodded, his forearm falling over his face, “Ah, okay. I’m gonna go back to sleep, baby. Let me know when you leave?”

“Yeah,” she said. Derek fell back to sleep, waking up a little bit later to her kissing his forehead and wishing him a good day. “Love you, be safe.”

He mumbled back an I love you, too before he went back into his slumber. And, for the last time, he woke up to his alarm going off. He pulled out of bed, rubbing at his chest and stretching out his arms before going through his morning routine, and leaving for work.

His day went by like a blur, beginning in DC and ending in DC, filled with paperwork and random facts from Reid about various Russian historical practices and facilities. As he left the building, calling y/n and checking in with her (like he always did), and heading down to his car, he got a call from the same number as yesterday.

His brows furrowed at the number on the screen, so he answered it, “Hello?”

“Derek,” a man’s voice came into his ear, “SSA Derek Morgan. How are you, old friend?”

Derek looked around him, “Who is this?”

“Who do you think?”

“Freeman,” his jaw clenched, and he let out an angry breath. “What the hell do you want?”

“It’s not about what I want, Morgan. It’s about who,” Morgan could hear the sadistic smile in his voice.

Morgan stayed silent, choosing to listen to the man.

“That who, Morgan. She’s beautiful, wouldn’t you agree?”

“No, no, you stay away from her, you hear me? Stay away,” Morgan gripped the phone tighter, climbing into his car and starting the engine.

“I haven’t done anything yet, Derek,” he spoke. “But, rest assured, I will. If this is the reaction I get by even mentioning her, man, what would happen if I actually touched her? If I made her–”

“Stop. Don’t you say another goddamn word, you son of a bitch,” Morgan was angry. Furious. He couldn’t contain the emotions, couldn’t keep himself calm, “You stay the hell away from her, stay the hell away from me.”

The line went dead as soon as Derek’s sentence ended, and he let out a grunt as he threw his phone into the passenger seat. He raced home, whipping into the driveway and practically jogging to the door. It was opened, slightly ajar, and that sent Derek’s heart soaring. His hand went to his gun, pulling it from the clip and raising it.

He walked in, “Y/n? Baby, you here?”

“Derek? That you?” He heard her voice, traveling from their bedroom upstairs. His eyebrows furrowed and he ran up the stairs, looking down the hallway and seeing their bedroom door open.

He walked quickly to the room, gun pointed upward. As he walked in, he saw her standing by the bed, laundry in her hands. She was folding a pair of her shorts, and she almost screamed whenever she looked up to see his gun. “Derek, woah, it’s just me. Put the gun down, baby.”

Derek sighed, placing the gun back in its holster and looking back up at her, “Why’s the front door open?”

“Open? I don’t know,” she let the shorts fall from her hands and land on the bed. “I didn’t hear anything in the house. I’m okay.”

Rubbing his hand across his face, he shook his head and laid on the bed in front of him. He looked up at the ceiling, and whispered, “Y/n, I’m scared.” It was like admitting a fault, a sin, but he couldn’t help it. He had to be honest with her, honest with himself. He was beyond terrified that Freeman was going to do something to her.

“Derek, talk to me,” she said, putting down the laundry and sitting beside him on the bed.

“This unsub, y/n,” he sighed, “he– he’s taunting me. He’s taunting me with you, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Hey, look at me, Derek,” she gently turned his chin to her, “look at me. I’m okay, I’m right here, and I’m okay.”

Derek nodded, pulling her to his chest and pressing a kiss to her forehead. There were a few moments of silence, tense yet comforting silence, before she let out a sigh and said, “Now, you wanna help me with this laundry?”

Laughing, he nodded and then remembered the door downstairs, “Two seconds. Let me go get the door, I’ll be right back.”

Pulling himself up from the bed, he smiled as her hand slid away from his chest and he walked downstairs. Clooney greeted him at the base of the stairs and he gave a quick scratch to the dog’s ears before looking back up at the door.

It was closed.

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You’re the worst [GOT/ASOIAF]

Here is my Secret Santa present @averythrobbxmas :) for Emma_liza @bloggish

The fic is lemon/nc17 so please proceed with prudence !!

It was originally in French and @robb-greyjoy and @madeleineinprague helped me by translating it into English :D

The Prompt I used was: Modern AU, Theon buys Robb a sex toy for Christmas as a joke, to his surprise he later discovers Robb actually using it. Robb on Bottom, Theon on top !

YOU'RE THE WORST

It all started as a joke.

They were watching a movie as their per usual on those Sunday mornings spent of the sofa when outside it snows and it is a bit too fucking cold to do anything not involving the indoors, a blanket and a huge cup of tea. Theon had found this movie and snorted for hours about how much the actor looked like Robb (like hours hours!) so Robb had decided to see it even just to shut him up a bit because, really, nothing was more annoying than Theon when he needed attention and decided he wanted it on a specific topic. (And he loved Theon a lot). Anyway they decide to put on this random action flick with this young thief getting arrested and then cooperating with a black cop to save Paris from some classic American action plot terrorism thing. Anyway Theon had loved it and the guy looked like Robb enough (he didn't see this uncanny resemblance but whatever) for Theon to need to crack a thousand jokes about it.

It was fair to say Robb would have found them funnier and laughed more at them if he weren't as angry at Theon as he was. Theon was supposedly dating Kyra again. For the fucking fourth time.

They always did that shit when they are fuckbuddies and fuck really well and then try to date and discover they are about as compatible as the black plague and the population longevity. Poor Kyra had no faults, she just was hoping to find a decent man at Theon's core.

But Theon was indecent and awful and dark and if you had to love him (Robb knew this well) you needed to love him for the person he was, for his fucking fears that would make him act irrationally and recklessly or for the bullshit horrible jokes he'd make because he’s insecure or because of how much he liked to fuck around.

You can't love a person while avoiding their flaws.

But he understood Kyra better than he understood that fuckwit of his bestfriend. Which need did he have - as scared of commitment as he was - to date someone? What the fucking fuck?

Anyway Theon was cracking his stupid jokes as usual when he side-eyed him and gave this weird, lingering, lustful look and snorted.

« Would you take a black cock? »

Robb turned to him so fast and with the eyes so wide probably he looked like something had possessed him.

« Excuse me? »

« I mean you're gay. »  Which he always said before invasive remarks as if the following was intellectual curiosity of some sort « Do you like black cocks? »

« No! »

Robb shouted all outraged but a red blush spread up to his ears and Theon seemed to find that cute because he gave one of his stupid, sensual smirks and Robb was all melted down again and Theon had no idea.

Because yeah there was that factor too that Robb had been in love with Theon since like middle school? And Theon was straight so yeah nothing was going to happen.

But Robb came out to him anyway (more for the sake of honesty and maybe hoping that he would have found a new love more easily if he didn't live it as a secret) and Theon seemed to have accepted the thing easily. Except he made these idiotic, violating jokes for some reason that Robb couldn't grasp.

« Oh » Theon blinked « Is it like a racism thing? Do you like them big or? You don't like taking them, period? »

Robb rolled his eyes, stood up and replied in a stingy pitch.

« You sure are interested about my anal movements aren't you? »

Theon looked away and that was it for the day.

But that was the 15th of December and Theon kind of had the bad habit of thinking that if someone didn't like a joke this didn't mean they wouldn't have liked it again when suggested again some time later. And this is the story of how when Robb opened his Christmas gift he found in the box a black vibrating dildo.

At first he considered being honest with Theon and slamming that thing over his head.

On second thought he faked a loud laugh as if he accepted the joke and decided to have a fun time with it. Theon laughed too innocent in his lewdness.

And Robb decided he did the right thing: it was useless being angry at Theon for his terrible sense of humour and lack of boundaries after all because Theon meant no real harm.

There was also to consider Robb never had a … well a toy.

He had always been curious about them but since he kept hoping for a good long-lasting relationship (he had some but they had been short-lived and mostly really pathetic, he got almost no pleasure in the physical part and the emotional one was him coodling and supporting people and getting back just the minimum), the idea of buying dildos seemed a bit shallow and squalid as an option but years had passed - more than 10 - and he was still in love with Theon and Theon was still dramatically straight and Robb felt hungry by then about sex. Sex with Theon specifically but he couldn't get that exactly.

Every 25th of December after lunch his parents and the kids would travel to their grandparents to spend every day until new years with them on the rivers but that year Robb had an exam the very first days of January and going seemed too irresponsible. He needed to study and in a house full of his siblings, his uncle and aunt and their own children plus his great-uncle constantly trying to bond with him there was very little chance of him being able to. His mother had agreed in leaving him home to study.

So at 9 PM the house was empty.

Robb went to his desk and opened his cardiology textbook, starting to study with real good intentions because he was at his core a very obedient and dutiful person. But but but the box seemed to call to him like a siren to ask him to open it, to give a try, to taste the feeling.

There was no harm in starting to study a bit later right?

There was no harm in using a present right?

For sure there was also no harm in using it while imagining it's your bestfriend's cock right?

He moved to his bed and took the thing in his hands. It was big but it didn't look that uncomfortably big although every cock looks small and then may feel way more filling so Robb was not ready to judge it badly. He caressed it, it felt almost more true than he'd think, he would have imagined it to feel full plasticky instead this one was compact, thick, and almost soft externally. Not real life feeling but not bad. He caressed the tip, the little tilt in the middle and he pushed it in his mouth just beyond the head, taking a taste.

It tasted like plastic but, if he closed his eyes he could imagine it being Theon's and suddenly it tasted so much better. He pushed deeper and almost gagged (it was definitely ticker than his exes' cocks and even bobbing his head he couldn't push more than a half down his throat and that awareness made his own cock twitch in need.

No harm right?

He grabbed the lube bottle.

He started pushing into his lubed hole with one finger, then two and three and his ass felt so desperate to be filled already. He had thought about Theon's cock all his puberty spent observing him under the shower in the gym or when they were in the changing rooms and damn Theon would spend so much time talking about his cock one would have thought it was overcompensation but no. No, it was truly devotion born from fucking awe at that gift nature unfairly gave to that handsome jerk.

Robb was sure that was a true injustice: Theon already had a great face and an amazing chest, did he need also to be hung? Was god so resolved to have Robb never ever get over him?

He poured the lube on the dildo head and god how he hated how good it felt.

The toys head was dull and wide and Robb felt his ass stretch to try to welcome it in and it was so big it hurt but the hurt felt all good and addicting and it was impossible to stop.

He needed all of it in.

He started moving and relaxing, sinking over it, with his ass eating the inches deeply and craving them all.

With his eyes closed, Robb could dream: he was there in his bed with Theon and that huge thing in his ass was Theon's cock and he was there to claim him.

There was no harm in dreaming right?

Theon had a sick idea: since Robb was going to be home all alone to study and god knows that loser loved his family so much (Theon couldn't understand the feeling but he loved Robb a bit too much to let this stop him) and he was sure going to be so heartbroken he couldn't be with them, Theon had decided to go to his house with a huge bucket of sour candies (Robb's faves), beers and the complete Die Hard series on DVD. That was going to be good.

He felt so guilty because since he made that stupid BBC joke he hadn’t stopped... thinking about Robb in that sense. Clearly it was a fad or something but it was ten days since he pictured his best friend riding cock (or cocks at times) and smiling while they came all over him, staining that pretty, freckled face and well he had kind of realized Robb was hot.

Robb's lips were all big and like true blowjobs lips and his ass was soft and round (not that he had stared during swimming practice, not that he had observed while Robb was in the shower no nope totally no) and Theon could not eliminate that information from his mind for some reason.

He entered from the backdoor and made his way to the upperfloor, as silent as he could, because if Robb was studying it was better for him not to disturb him, no, no, he would have entered through the door, leaned on the doorstep and showed his plan and that would have been real nice and Robb wouldn't have said no.

Except when he arrived in front of the door, he heard moans. Sex-like moans.

He slid the door just slightly open enough to see without being seen and fuck his mind he saw a view that would have been impossible to wash away from his mind.

Robb was actually indeed using the toy he gave him as a joke (why was he? Theon had thought maybe Robb was the....? Well Robb was not girly at all no? He wasn't flamboyant or glittery or that shit he was a manly, normal dude so why was he riding a cock?) or better again he was basically impaling himself on it. He was riding it so fast and needy his ass trembled and jumped, his voice was a mess of curses and moans and he was drenched in lube (how horny and greedy had he to be to push that thing through though? How much lube did he use just because he was by then wanting that cock so much in his ass that he couldn't give up the idea no matter how much his asshole refused?) and his dick hard and dripping precum. Robb's eyes were heavy-lidded, his cheek flushed in pink and his tongue out like a bitch dog.

He looked like a desperate cockwhore.

Theon was quite convinced he should have not enjoyed the sight for any reason in the goddamn world and yet he was unable to avert his eyes from that little whore who took the place of his friend and was fucking himself on a plastic cock whining while he slammed it deeper and deeper.

« Theon … Theon ... »

He heard.

« Oh... » a horny whisper as Robb's slams got harder and he rode the dildo faster « Oh god »

Theon noticed his eyes were closed then and his cock so hard.

« Fuck yeah... Theon, Theon, god ... »

Was that his name?

Robb was almost sobbing and his moans were all lewd, slutty, his lips wet and his cock red and needy. He was trying to imagine him wasn't he?

A buzz went on, bit too loud not to be heard, and Robb spilled his cock twitching in his hand and splurting all over the bed, while the dildo pumped and vibrated inside his clenching, clingy ass.

Theon felt his own cock hard, pulsing against the jeans tight and asking for attention.

He had trouble gulping as he stared at Robb who laid on that bed, his chest moving up and down in quick breaths and his voice still trembling and the buzz on and on with that fucking toy still buried deep in his ass.

Then a chocked sob.

« … I'm so pathetic aren't I? »

Theon frowned. His heart hurt inside his chest like as if all his muscles clenched.

Something similar to guilt stroke him.

He would have lied if he said he had not thought about that when Robb came out, but it seemed obvious to him they wouldn't have matched, like pieces of puzzles too similar and familiar to each other and why would Robb have wanted him anyway? He was a fuck up.

His last try with Kyra lasted exactly five days and he didn't even tell it to Robb because he was afraid he would have judged him.

But he just knew how to fuck shit up not how to fix it all or make people happy.

The idea someone might have wanted him despite knowing all of this was weird and upsetting and somehow it felt like it couldn't be different.

Of course Robb would have.

Who else?

Who else had ever liked him for who he was?

He opened the door, slowly enough for Robb not to hear at first, he was sniffling, his hands covering his eyes as he cried. The buzz was still going on and god forgive him Theon really tried not to look at that hole but he never felt harder in his life.

He called him and for a moment he didn't recognize the sound of his own voice for how vulnerable it sounded.

« … Robb? »

Robb jumped up startled, his eyes were all red like his face and full of tears. His voice died and his lips were all a tremble from panic to be seen like that.

« Theon … I, uh, I can ... »

What was there to explain? It was a present he had given him... he should have felt guilty about how embarrassed Theon made him but he couldn't as he saw the bulge in his jeans.

Theon gulped down and his throat sounded all dry.

Theon bowed and his hands rubbed Robb's wet lips.

« There's nothing to explain. »

« Since when did you hear. »

Theon chortled.

« Can't you tell from my cock? »

Robb looked like he could bite it off as humiliation was all over him but his cock was still wet and Theon moved his hand to the toy in his ass, grabbing its end and looking for something. Robb seemed to panic wondering what it is until he felt the vibration getting faster and faster, pulsing into his ass until he arched his back and screamed at the top of his lungs.

Theon blinked.

« Whoa »

Robb shouted harder, twisting his hips and he tried to object with something but as he did Theon started moving the dildo with his hands in and out while keeping the vibration on and Robb's eyes filled with tears and his ass with pleasure until he rattled and rolled on his bed in a hot, messy mix of embarrassment and desperation.

Theon looked down at him all aroused himself, feeling his cock now painfully in need to be freed, but all too amazed by the sight to think about himself for once. Robb looked like the lowest of the sluts he ever fucked and he loved that so much.

He would have never thought of Robb like that but now that he could see how much of a cockhungry whore he was he felt something new all over.

They did match well after all.

Robb twisted and rolled, his hips humping and fucking the toy, following Theon's pounding.

« You like this so much? »

Robb nodded whilst sucking his mouth to keep his screams in.

Theon's eyes were so wide as he looked at Robb's widened, red asshole.

« God, Robb, you look like a whore. »

Robb winced unable to admit how good it felt to be called that way.

He wanted to push Theon away then, to tell him he was not a toy and he was not allowed to treat him like one of his sex friends no matter how much he would have actually enjoyed that because he would have also felt horrible.

Theon though continued and whispered.

« You're so hot... »

Robb stopped the tears and turned to look at him. His eyelashes were so long that Theon thought he looked almost too pretty for it to be fair.

« You're not playing? »

Theon shook his head. It pained him to admit it but it hurt more the sheer risk to lose the chance.

« I... want this. »

« Do you? »

« Oh yes, please, I do. » Robb whined with his voice betraying all his arousal « I want you. »

Theon nodded and let the dildo slip out of Robb. At first he complained feeling suddenly empty, his ass clenching around the void wanting something in, but then he saw Theon unbutton his jeans and take his own real cock out.

Robb blinked worried.

He had only seen it soft and that was definitely significantly bigger now erect. And bigger than the stupid dildo.

How was he going to take that in his ass? No, screw it, how did people take that in their pussies in the first place?

Theon seemed to read his fear and, of course, being Theon, he was actually flattered by that.

« Too big for you, baby boy? »

Robb shivered at being called that.

« Be good » Theon proceeded « Let daddy fuck your ass split. »

Robb gulped and looked up to him with shiny puppy eyes.

His lips were all wet and Theon rubbed them with his fingers, violently, almost bruising them. He was so indelicate.

« Do you want daddy's cock? »

Robb nodded, widening his legs still wet from the lube drooling down.

« You've been such a slutty boy fucking yourself on another dick instead of asking me to help. »

Robb wanted to protest but soon he found himself at a loss of any words as Theon's cock drilled into him, the head spraining him wide and open. It was just the start how was he supposed to do it?

His voice was all a shiver.

« Lube me please. »

Theon obeyed, partially, slipping out and splashing some of the lube on his cock just to shove it back in unkindly. Robb cursed him but felt too good to ask him to stop and exit.

It was so big he felt his ass turn into a pussy. He felt like he was made to receive that pain and that pleasure. He could feel so damn hot as Theon would start to move and shove in deeply one inch after the other. His walls begged for mercy but Robb didn't even think of stopping.

His voice turned into a slutty mewl as he took Theon in and his eyes rolled back into his skull and he let out high and squirmy moans.

Theon chortled again.

« God, your ass is made for this. »

« Don't say that... »

« Why not? »

Robb was not sure why not since he had thought the same but little did it matter because in a couple of moments again Theon was pounding into him fast and deep like he had to break his ass in two. Robb was horrified by himself realizing he would have totally let him do that, he was too horny to stop, too greedy to give it up.

« Why not? »

Robb broke down crying whilst moaning. His cock felt so hard he was sure he was going to burst.

« If you see me like that... you won't want me anymore. »

Theon grabbed his hips and pushed deeper, starting to hit that special place inside him that turned Robb into a control-less slut.

« Oh god god Theon, god... »

Theon kissed his back while pushing in.

« I'll always like you. » He said, trying to keep himself from coming already but Robb's ass was so tight and was clenching so much onto his snake « Show me how much of a whore you are, baby. »

Robb bit his lips first but then stopped and started screaming out, his tongue unable to produce a lot more than deep and weak moans.

« You're... there, there, oh god, I'm a whore, please, please don't stop. »

« Only for my cock aren't you? No other cock »

« Just you, just you! » Robb shouted « God I’m such a cockslut... Theon... ah yeah fuck yes... »

Theon rammed and hammered his prostate, feeling Robb losing all strength under him.

« Oh tell me how small they were the others, how unable to fill your whory asspussy. »

And then all decency and dignity was gone as soon as Robb felt his cock twist with precum spilling copiously.

« Oh god, please, please, never stop... »

Theon almost laughed but it was all constricted cause he felt himself close.

« Are you about to come just from me fucking your ass? » He asked, amused and aroused all the same « Your ass is really a pussy isn't it? »

Robb cried out in need, calling himself a needy slut and claiming how much he needed Theon's cock. Until Theon grabbed his prick and jerked it, while pounding into his prostate, allowing him to come from both, spilling out all his thick, wanton come.

Robb almost fainted waking again the second after as Theon rammed and slammed into his wet, red hole again and again, burying his own come so deep that Robb truly felt like a cumdumpster.

Theon panted still while not exiting Robb's ass.

Robb cleared his voice as the afterglow left him.

« Theon... what the fuck. »

Theon panicked and slipped out.

« Fuck I'm sorry, I didn't think about the condom. I forgot, fuck, well, I mean it's not like you can.... ah I should be all clean but I get if you don't trust me only like...... »

Robb shook his head and grabbed Theon's face by his sides.

« Not that. Like. We fucked. »

« We pretty much did, yeah. »

« Aaaaand you're not panicking about it because...? » . Theon frowned, confused.

« Because I wanted it and you too. »

« But I'm a... boy. »

Theon seemed to face that only then and thought silently for a big minute sucking his lips.

« If I'm on top I don't care much. »

Robb realized then that he loved an idiot but he was an idiot too.

« You're the worst. »

Theon looked at the dildo, still vibrating lonely on the ruffled up sheets.

« Do you... fancy another round? »

Robb threw him on the bed, laughing.