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coffee-or-hot-cocoa · 4 years

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he wasn’t the Victor after all

the angst potential is high, inspired by guilt eater of @themonotonysyndrome and second wife au of @tri3tri, lol imagine this ( i was inspired by who made me a princess), it actually nearly made my cold dead heart cry a bit. Be ready for tears ^_^

When he was born, the name Victor was chosen for him the first prince, heir to the kingdom of the valley of thorns. He thought of everything to please everyone, hoping with this he can gain father's favor and eventually love, he was wrong.

He grew arrogant and thought he was above his older half-sisters, and how could he not? with the support of both father and the court, he counted the days where he will be crowned king and hoping with that father would acknowledge him and be proud of him, he'll finally hear him say he loves both mother and him, not his first wife and the princesses.

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Now Victor shivered from the heaviness in the atmosphere, tense and full of anger and it was aimed at mother and him, to think he and his mother were just having afternoon tea, lamenting the recent events to their lives from the first queen and the princess’ return, the discovery of a new prince and subsequently his mother’s divorce, as well as being revoked to the right of the throne, he and his mother being banished from the main wing to somewhere near the servant’s quarters.

All his hopes and dreams of his father loving him, destroyed. Because he was never the child he wanted even he knew that, but all he desired was a father's love. A near virtual stranger getting all the fatherly affection he coveted so dearly, the smiles, the gifts, all of his time and the hugs, he envied Lucien.

The moment he entered the castle, father completely forgotten he existed, choosing to lavish Lucien and his sisters, something he wished he has, father's affection. Then the whispers of the court started, how he wouldn't be the heir, being replaced, the hushed whispers of banishment and more.

He saw more than enough times in his life that his mother cries herself to sleep, on some nights he can even hear her sob to herself that even if his father, her beloved first love and husband doesn't love her and she'll always be in the shadow of another woman, his so-called true love. It would be enough if he loved Victor. " would you love me more if I was more like Lucien? would you love mother more if she was more like the first queen? would you even love me as I am myself? father why won't you love me? would you look at me with the same affectionate gave, the one full of love, just like you give to my half-siblings? what do I need to do? what would it take just for you to look my way and see I'm just as worthy as my half-siblings are? am I not your son as well?"

The jeers, humiliation, taunts and mocking of the court, being called a fake prince despite his protests, only his mother and a few of the servants stood by him. He felt bitter, why can't his father love them, so caught up in his lament he didn't notice when they were suddenly being manhandled and arrested by the guards, being accused of a crime they didn’t commit. As they were bound by the heavy chains, some of the servants just stared, others whispered and gossiped. Victor didn't hear much only catching the words of "....poisoned....poor queen......jealous.....tragedy".

After being dragged straight to throne room with an audience watching their every move, the king of the valley of thorns spoke to them with a sneer “ I stand before all of you today to deliver justice by these perpetrators. For the crime of poisoning and nearly killing the first queen and first prince Lucien. As such, the punishment would be execution, a week from today they will be killed." Victor's eyes widened, he hadn't imagined in all of his life this would happen to him.

" would you love me more if I was more like Lucien? would you love mother more if she was more like the first queen? would you even love me as I am myself? father why won't you love me? would you look at me with the same affectionate gave, the one full of love, just like you give to my half-siblings? what do I need to do? what would it take just for you to look my way and see I'm just as worthy as my half-siblings are? am I not your son as well?"

Victor knows he and his mother are innocent, no matter how loud his protests are, no matter how much he begged that both of them didn't do it, to stop when they were both beating him and his mother, no one listened.

He did this until his voice went raw, Victor then saw his mother at the adjacent cell, he saw how much she cried to herself, her pleading of giving Victor a fair trial, to spare her beloved son, on how she would rather be executed than see her child die. She doesn't get her wish. " would you love me more if I was more like Lucien? would you love mother more if she was more like the first queen? would you even love me as I am myself? father why won't you love me? would you look at me with the same affectionate gave, the one full of love, just like you give to my half-siblings? what do I need to do? what would it take just for you to look my way and see I'm just as worthy as my half-siblings are? am I not your son as well?"

As word spread, king Malleus decided to make their execution public, both as a warning and a celebration, as both the first queen and prince Lucien's recovery was announced to both him and the entire kingdoms. He saw that him and his mother along with their servants all bruised, bloodied and broken at the foot of the guillotine, he was shoved to position at the lunette of the guillotine.

Victor cried out to his father once he saw him, on how this was a mistake, on how they were innocent and that he should spare them. He asked one last thing" would you love me more if I was more like Lucien? would you love mother more if she was more like the first queen? would you even love me as I am myself? father why won't you love me? would you look at me with the same affectionate gave, the one full of love, just like you give to my half-siblings? what do I need to do? what would it take just for you to look my way and see I'm just as worthy as my half-siblings are? am I not your son as well?"

Malleus just gave him a bored, disinterested sort of look and that look turned to a cruel smirk, though his tone suggested he was vaguely amused by his question " I never thought of you as my son. You were just a means to an end, you and your insignificant whelp of a mother where never important to me, I never loved the two of you. But to have the audacity to think I ever had any semblance of affection for the two of you is laughable. I'm surprised you even lived this long." Victor looked at his father, for the first time he felt rage and hatred towards him, as he glared, for the first time he saw what his father truly was without rose tinted glasses, he wasn't a great, regal and just king, he was a heinous monster. All the pieces fell together on why the first queen tries to escape whenever she can with her children, his half-siblings and he now understood and sympathized on her fervent desperation to save her family.

Victor spewed curses at him and the rest of the court, he saw his half-sisters Renata and Sherrie, just stare at him unapologetically, as if his suffering was just a waste of their time, his rabid temperament only justified his father's decision to kill him in cold blood.

As he lay down his head, his eyes never straying away from his father-no king Malleus and the royal family, he can hear his mother's anguished voice, her enraged howls and demands of sparing him, and she taking his place. The last sight he can see and commit to memory as he can feel the blooming pain of the blade onto him was his mother crying for him. Her voice ringing in his ears as his decapitated head stared at the heavens above.

lol that's all i can think of, hope you enjoy owo

#s/w au #twisted wonderland #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #malleus #mc/yuu #oneshot #first fic on tumblr

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thatbrownb1tch · 3 years

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Okay wait so someone asked for this but I can’t find their question anymore but I’m still posting this. Also this is my first fanfic so I’m sorry if it’s trash. If you guys have any advice it’d be really helpful and appreciated. I’m not the best with smut but I am willing to go a lot more deeper than what I did in this

Summary:

Set after TWK, Jude moves on and spends 5 years in the mortal world. She ends up getting married but the land is dying in Elfhame so Cardan kidnaps her.

Cardan

“Your majesty,” a soft voice entered the throne room. I looked up to find a human servant standing there, quivering.

“Yes?” I asked louder than I intended.

She jumped a little, “the court of Shadows are requesting an audience with you.”

“When?” What do they need. The last time they were here, they made it very clear that they weren’t happy about how I’m okay with Jude stay away for so long.

“Right now would be better,” The girl was skinny, not slim like Faerys but sickly skinny. Something that no mortal should look like, yet every single human I’d seen looked exactly like that except for two.

“Alright, send them in.” They entered silently without saying a word, “So are you planning to talk?” I broke the silence.

“Yes,” The roach began but he was cut off.

“You have to get her back. Look at Elfhame, it’s failing without her. The land is dead, no plants are growing. We’ll all die off if you don’t find a new bride or get her back,” The bomb blurted.

“I don’t know who you are talking about,” My eyes narrowed. I didn’t like how they figured out that Jude truly did become my wife.

“Drop the act. We figured it out and you have to go get her back. Your majesty,” The roach added.

“She stayed away for 5 years. I doubt she’s willing to come back any time soon unless I bring her here without her will,” I realized what they wanted me to do the second the words left my mouth. My expression must’ve given me away because the pair suddenly looked satisfied.

“Great, so go get her now,” The bomb clasped her hands excitedly while the Roach led them outside.

Jude

“Honey?” I called out to Thomas. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, just there’s someone here-“ I heard a loud noise and then Thomas groan. I was up before I knew it and my feet led me straight to the kitchen where I picked up a knife. It wasn’t very sharp but whatever out there wasn’t very sharp to attack at the front door step. People were always outside in the neighborhood, if anyone did anything outside their house it would spread like wildfire. I walked towards the front door to see a cloaked figure standing with my husband inside. The door was locked so no one saw anything.

“Thomas?” I slowly walked over to him with my grip on the knife fastening.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” He said as he stiffened. His arm went around my waist quickly as the man approached us.

“Who are you?” You could hear the fear in my voice but something about this person was familiar. As if I’ve seen him before but I couldn’t place my finger on it with the hood covering his face. He took another step towards me and before I knew what I was doing my hand were pushing the hood down while the knife was pressed against his stomach. I think my eyes are deceiving me. There’s no way he’s here standing in front of me, the shock still doesn’t leave me as he pushes me away and goes towards Thomas. Memories flash between my eyes, how Madoc swung his sword and killed my mother and father in front of me. How their life less bodies were on the floor as Vivi, Taryn, and I were forced to leave and go to that wretched place which broke me in so many ways. I stood there as I watched the same man chock my husband to death like he did to my parents years ago. I watched how he picked Thomas up by the throat and looked straight into my eyes. I could hear Thomas’s shouts but I couldn’t bear to move. Get out of here! Jude! Go! Jude! Leave! Run Jude! I staggered back to the front door but I heard Thomas fighting for his life. I can’t just run, I needed to save him. Save my husband and save this life I’ve created for myself. One where I got to live a happy life, one where I didn’t need to be scared every second of the day. I took a step forward to him.

“Take me, please. Leave him. Take me,” I pleaded. If one of us deserved to be taken by him it was me. Madoc released Thomas and turned on his heels as fast as he could. He grabbed my arm as he began to pull me with him outside where hopefully someone would see us. But somehow, not one person was outside, it was just me strangling underneath the grasp of the man who just attempted to kill my husband.

“No!” I heard Thomas yell from inside but we were too far away from him by the time he opened the door.

I woke on a bed, a familiar one that I haven’t seen in a very long time. I woke up to a man sitting in the chair next to me. But not just any man. He was my husband, my true husband.

“Jude,” He breathed.

“Why?” It was the only thing that I could say. Why did he need to ruin it for me? Every single good thing has always been ruined by him. It’s as if he swore to ruin my life for centuries, as long as I’m alive.

“What?”

“I was happy.”

“I know, but I wasn’t,” His eyes softened at my gaze.

“What is your problem? You banished me. I had a happy life with a man I loved,” I never told Thomas I actually loved him because the truth is, I cared about him but not in the way I should’ve. He was more like a best friend to me than a husband but I never did tell him that. We had fights about it too, he always said I never thought of him as a husband but I never confirmed it. He never could see through my lies like Cardan could, it gave me an advantage. I lied about the stupidest things but Thomas always believed me. He always believed me about eh stupid ta things m, even ones where you could see through my lies. He lashed said it’s because we’re in a trusting relationship but I think he just loved me too much to fight with me.

“How I’ve missed your lies,” Cardan always knew when I lied.

“I did not miss you at all,” I wanted to make it clear that I’m not happy about what happened.”

“I know you didn’t. But the land did, Jude, everything is dying off. You have to come back, please.”

“I am back.”

“No, given any chance you’ll just run again, you won’t stay with me. You’ll run away again. Please, stay,” His pleads were nice to hear.

“I hate you. Cardan Greenbriar I will always hate you and don’t you ever think I’ll change my mind because I hate you and will always hate you,” I wanted this to be the truth so badly yet deep down I knew this was a lie.

“Fine, divorce me then. We don’t need to tell anyone but the land is dying with the Queen being gone. The land can be great with just one ruler,” He said disappointed.

“Fine. Just know that I will never love you again,” Once more a lie was said. The real truth was I couldn’t stop thinking about him, he was in my head 24/7.

“I’ll try,” He said as he leaned in closely. There was barely any room in between of his as his lips grazed mine. I could feel his hunger, I wanted it as much as he did in spite of everything I just said. He waited for a second before pressing his lips harder on mine. I could feel it deepening while he moved so he was now on top of me. I was under him, vulnerable, not ready yet. I could tell this was what I was waiting for. For 5 years this was all that I wanted.

“I hate you,” I gasped as he entered me with no warning. I couldn’t tell when he got his pants off, but more than that when I was changed into a night gown and had no underwear on. He thrusted into me as I moaned out his name. We became one, like we did all those years ago. I hate him so much but what I hate even more, is how much I’ve wanted this.

“How I’ve missed you,” He said as he fell over next to me on the bed. “So you’ll stay?” I can’t believe that he was still thinking about this.

“After you kidnapped me and tried to kill my husband?” We all knew who my real husband was but it still didn’t mean he could just ruin a life I built.

“You didn’t even love him.” He always could look through me, “Jude, please, stay.”

“Fine, but promise me I can leave any time I want to,” I want a plan b. One where I can run to Vivi, one where I won’t need to go to Taryn or Madoc.

“I promise, you may leave whenever you desire.”

“Thank you, and I have a question,” I had many but this one, I had for a while.

“Yes?”

“Why did Madoc kidnap me?”

“Everyone else was too scared. Most thought they’d die,” He laughed a little.

“And by everyone, you mean you?” I too know a little about Cardan.

“Ah,” He made eye contact with me, “what type of husband would I be if I wasn’t scared of my wife?”

“A bad one, I’d say,” If I knew anything about Faery couples, it’d be that the man always had the upper hand. But, I think we’ve made it clear that we will always fight for it, “I will always be in control.”

“Unless we’re in the bedroom,” I could feel his smirk.

“Shut up,” now I’m laughing and soon Cardan’s joined. We lay there for a very long time. I don’t know when but we fall asleep, and I have the best night of sleep I’ve had in 5 years.

Outside the walls of the palace, the sky is somehow more blue while the grass has become greener. Flowers grew while plants took over. Trees stood tall again while they filled up the once dull forest. Elfhame became lush and green once more, the best it’s looked in the last 5 years. No one acted as if anything was different but everyone knew, the high king’s bride has returned. He’s finally feeling how he felt all those years ago with the love of his life. The one who somehow brightened up his day with just a glimpse of her face. The one who he stared at as if she was the sun, lighting up eternal darkness. The one who made him feel alive again and again with each laugh that left her. Each smile and giggle that rarely showed up. How he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with the girl who meant everything to him.

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a-libra-writes · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet - Tywin Lannister

requested at some point, who knows when, lol. NSFW Tywin is here, Masterlist is here, enjoy yall ~ ⭐

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At the start of your relationship, he was not terribly affectionate, which didn't surprise you. This was Tywin Lannister, and you hadn't expected much beyond the public, perfunctory gestures of holding your arm or kissing the top of your hand. Even when you two were alone, that was it, save for some extra kisses during your marriage bed duties.

This is why it was so easy to notice when he started tucking away strands of your hair, taking your hand and actually entwining your fingers, giving you chaste kisses in public and so on. Especially after you made some clever comment to a lord or settled a dispute, he'd wait until no one was looking before giving you some affection or an approving glance. As your relationship progressed, he'd accept much more affection from you, and be more willing to give it once you two are alone.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

“Friendship” is a bit of a loaded word with him. Tywin doesn’t consider himself to have “friends” nor does he entertain the idea. You know he’s close with his brother Kevan, but you also know Tywin’s friendship is very conditional, as was the case with Genna and Gerion. The problem he sees so few people as equals; you might be in the only one in that category who also isn’t an enemy.... And to him, considering you merely a ‘friend’ would be an insult. Even when you two grew closer, that word never seemed to properly describe the respect, admiration and affection you began feeling for each other.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

You almost exclusively get cuddles when the two of you are in bed, and it’s usually after intimacy. Tywin never sleeps right away, so he lets you rest against him while he looks over a book or paper. If he’s feeling more tired or affectionate, he’ll pet your hair or stroke your back while you doze off. Sometimes you get his full attention, and you two will quietly talk about this or that while you rest against his chest and he runs his fingers through your hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

It’s a lord’s duty to have a wife and heirs, but he really did love Joanna, and the depression that followed her death hit him hard. He had strong, stubborn, often hypocritical feelings about remarrying - even after Jaime joined the Kingsguard, thus robbing him of the heir he truly wanted. He finally married you after much internal debate and consideration of the politics of the match, and the powerful allies your House would make. He’d never consider it if your family wasn’t so powerful and wealthy in their region. Tywin never expected your marriage to turn into the close relationship you have now.

Tywin never has to worry about cooking or cleaning for himself, but he’s naturally very tidy, almost compulsively so. He doesn’t allow servants to clean in his study or room unless he’s present; not that there’s much for them to do beyond clean the floors and dust.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Should your marriage not go according to plan, Tywin would end it brutally and coldly. ‘Divorce’ is not a popular concept in Westeros, but there is precedence, and seeing as he was wary of the match in the first place … You’d walk into your chambers with maids already packing your things, with the news that you were either going to be given to one of his sons or be shipped back to your family’s keep.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Tywin is very loyal to you, and in turn expects zero disloyalty on your part. He won’t tolerate any rumors being told you about you - especially if it regards your virtue or reputation.

While he’s quick to arrange marriages for his children, he stalled on marrying you, as you were very aware of. Even though you had suitors ready to break your castle’s door down, Tywin took his time sending a raven back to your parents. He was stubborn about wanting you to marry Jaime or Tyrion, but your father was just as stubborn, it seemed. At the present time, Tywin is glad he has you all to himself (although he’d never say such a thing openly).

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Your husband is capable of gentle touches and words, but he so rarely gives them to anyone but you. It’s usually when you’re both alone, but sometimes you’re being so sweet and radiant at a feast or gala, he just has to lean in and whisper something to you while you sit together.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Tywin isn’t particularly needy for hugs, but he enjoys your presence, so he tolerates it for a time. If it’s late in the evening, he has a harder time resisting you, so he’ll loosely return it with a kiss to your brow. He has a solid body in spite of his age, and his scent is always comforting and warm. If you were the sort of person who needed this close affection, he’d initiate it more often.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Even after you confront your own feelings and muster the will to say it first, it takes time before Tywin is able to return the words. He shows it in his actions, but the words are a powerful thing, and he hates how they catch on his tongue. It would finally come when he’s at his most vulnerable, his green eyes softening for you, only you. He hides himself by pulling you into his arms and making you rest against his chest. That’s when you hear the words whispered against your hair.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Tywin is very jealous and while he believes he hides it, it’s obvious to you. You know exactly what it looks like, too - how his cold eyes turn absolutely frigid when he notices a lord being too forward with you, or the firm way he takes hold of your waist (instead of your hand) to get you away from said lord. To any man, his voice has the same authority and coldness it always carries, but you can hear the undercurrent of irritation. He’s never done it in front of you, but you’ve heard rumors that men who say inappropriate things or have “untoward” intentions for you end up suddenly leaving Casterly Rock’s court, or disappearing entirely.

There’s been many times when Tywin has kissed or marked you not out of passion, but out of possessiveness, sometimes even in his office or a secluded part of the castle. You’re free to point out how jealous he’s being, but Tywin is wholly convinced other men should keep their eyes and words to themselves.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

In public, his kisses are proper and chaste. He’ll kiss your fingers, cheek and the top of your head if you’re shorter than him. They aren’t that common unless you’re both having to sit together for a long time at a tourney or gala. By the time you two were close and truly fond of each other, you noticed that he couldn’t help himself from bringing your hand to his lips whenever you said something clever.

In private, it’s a very different story. Your lord husband can be anywhere from simple and gentle, to very rough and firm. Your lips are an obvious place to kiss first - especially when you’re mouthing off - but he loves your pretty neck and your chest, especially when you show them off with a well-tailored dress. He welcomes any deep kisses you initiate … as long as he’s finished with work.

If you’re on the shorter side, Tywin is amused by how you can’t reach his lips directly and have to settle for kissing his jaw (no, he won’t bend down to meet you halfway until he feels like it). He enjoys when you kiss his jaw or cheek while sitting next to him in public, although he keeps a passive face and pretends not to notice how people stare at Tywin Lannister being doted on by his beautiful, young wife.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

You knew going in that Tywin would be a stern parent at best, and at worst, you and the maester would have to be doing most of it. He just wanted an heir, after all, but you noticed how he’d allow your son to quietly sit in his office and study, or he’d give simple, firm instructions to the boy on how to hold a sword, things like that. Jaime and Tyrion wasted no time in telling you that Tywin was far more permissive to your son than he was with them, but sometimes Tywin still felt too cold and distant for your taste. Once your son was older, Tywin was much more involved in teaching him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s getting ready, you get up at a similar time when you can. You notice how his eyes glance over you as you get dressed and he’ll occasionally leave touches here and there. He likes it when you have breakfast with him - not that he says it, but you don’t miss that pleased expression and how he wants you right beside him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Tywin works late most nights, so unless you’re a night owl, you’re usually in bed by the time he enters your shared chambers. If he comes back early or you’re staying up, Tywin enjoys watching you wind down for the evening. Applying moisturizer to your face, brushing your hair, shimmying into your nightgown, all of that, and he only scoffs if you tease him for looking. He can’t help from reaching out and stroking your hair or helping you slip your night shift on, and eventually things start leading into this or that. He wouldn’t admit such a sentimental thing, but Tywin enjoys it when you curl up close to him while he reads a book or looks over letters in bed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes time before either of you are comfortable being yourselves around each other, and that includes talking about anything involving your past. You know all the stories and rumors about Tywin Lannister, but steadily getting to know the man was something else. After being married for several months you gradually began to ask ‘innocent’ questions, and then pointed ones. To your surprise, Tywin was willing to speak to you about some things, and he almost seemed … relaxed as you pulled him into conversation.

It would take much longer for you to learn more personal things, even the ugliness of his thoughts of Tyrion and the harsh words he has for his siblings and father. It isn’t always pleasant, but Tywin tells you, and by that point in your marriage you can tell he’s exposing many old scars and wounds. It would be two years before Joanna’s name was ever said, and much later after that before there was any talk about her.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

As much as he appears outwardly patient, you know exactly what sets off your husband’s temper and wounds his pride more than anything. He’ll clench his jaw somewhat and there will be ice in those green eyes, but it’s a very rare day when he raises his voice to his bannermen and other lords. He’s never raised his voice with you during your disagreements, nor would he ever roughly handle you. You two have had disagreements and arguments aplenty, usually involving parenting or how he dealt with a lord without telling you. It’s best that you both fume in your respective rooms for a few days before seeing each other again.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Tywin quickly notices your taste in jewelry, clothing, furniture and generally how you wish for things to be presented. This shows most clearly when he’s buying you a gift or when he’s having rooms arranged to how you like. When you two travel, it’s Tywin who ensures the servants are aware of how you want things done. The lady of Casterly Rock, his lady, should have things exactly to her liking.

When it comes to more sentimental things, like memories you’ve told him about, or stories about this or that, Tywin only remembers the especially important things, what you’ve told him during your evening talks in bed. If it was something told in passing or in a very casual setting, he wouldn’t regard it as much.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He’d refuse having such sentiment, but truthfully, he has several very fond memories of you. A particularly special one is actually an evening, not a single memory. It was the first time you impressed him with how charismatic and charming you during the first feast you arranged at Casterly Rock. The feast itself wasn’t terribly eventful or important, a standard show of wealth to the Westerlands lords, but it was when Tywin realized how much he had underestimated you until that point.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He has a protective streak, that’s for sure, and not just for your physical safety. Tywin won’t stand for anyone disrespecting you, not even his children. You have a retinue of personal guards whenever you leave Casterly Rock, but more importantly, he quietly protects you from any plots against you… since his enemies would find you an easy way to get to him. Tywin is very amused and impressed when you express the same protectiveness, and this only solidifies your reputation as Westeros’ Most Terrifying Power Couple.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

You get plenty of gifts, and always the best of anything. Tywin had a good eye for your preference and taste, especially the longer you’ve been married, which always pleasantly surprises you. While it’s expected you’d get something lovely for your name day or a special occasion, sometimes you’ll find a new piece of jewelry or a pretty trinket, and you get to listen to Tywin insist it was just something he happened to come across and buy… Or you don’t say anything, and just notice his pleased expression when you come to the breakfast table wearing the new necklace or hairpin.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

You were fully aware of his frightening reputation and the many things he had been suspected of doing by the time you were betrothed. Once you two were married, you found yourself in the middle of these plots, even if you didn’t agree with them. He’s terribly prideful and has a stubborn streak a mile long, not to mention his dominating nature. There are some things you can fight him on and win, and other things you have to stand down on … Or work behind his back. There are lovely days when he’s your dear husband, but there are other days that remind you of the terrifying reputation he’s rightfully known by.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It’s practically a Lannister trademark to have pride and concern in one’s appearance, and Tywin is no different, although he never openly fusses over it. He has fine clothes and makes sure he’s well put together. In addition to simply dressing well, he keeps up with his health and physique, so he has a solid, strong body for his age. You can tell he’s pleased whenever you admire him, and he’ll wear things you’ve had made for him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. When you first married, both you and Tywin had no illusions about your purpose: To give him another male heir, and maybe help the castellan run Casterly Rock. He tried denying his feelings as time went on, but he faced them eventually … The thought of you suddenly not being in his life, just as quickly as you came in, is not something he’s willing to face. He was already colder and crueler after Joanna, and now, it would be worse. He’d alternate between neglecting any children you had together or being too controlling in their lives, and he’d especially struggle if they took after you. His three older children would be deeply unsettled by the change. In short, Tywin absolutely refuses to entertain the idea of anything happening to you, and that denial and fear only grows as you become closer.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Tywin both loves and loathes how well you know him. When he’s ready to verbally tear off a lord’s head for a slight, you’re there to touch his shoulder and try to talk him down. When you get into an argument, you know exactly what to say to yank his chain and frustrate him further. He’s fully aware of when you leave out details to make a plan of action seem more appealing, and at the end of a long day of work, you know just how to relax him again. It’s both a comfort and a concern that he’s so open to you, even when he isn’t trying to be.

On a small note, it’s a simple thing, but he loves seeing you wear Lannister crimson. It flatters you so well, and the first time you finally wore a crimson gown to a large feast, the whole room was in awe. Tywin was more than pleased as you sat beside him, your gold and jewels glittering under the candles and just highlighting how lovely and powerful you looked. It was then the Westerlands realized you were truly the Lady of Casterly Rock, and just as formidable a presence as your lord husband.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He has no patience for ignorance and slow wit, and those who think themselves higher than their social station. Also, being interrupted from his work for something frivolous is one of his biggest peeves.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’ll often stay late in his office, but when he returns to your shared room, he’d rather not bring paperwork and letters with him, if it can be helped. He initially began doing this so you both could make a proper heir, but Tywin began to take comfort in having someone so close and warm. He still doesn’t get much sleep, but it’s more restful than it’s been in a long time.

#tywin lannister x reader #tywin lannister #sfw alphabet #game of thrones x reader

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─ the mirrors surrounding you did as they were meant to , reflecting back a spitting image of jensen ackles - but it’s clear something is wrong from the moment that a vision of 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘥 strikes you . perhaps it was a passing daydream in the frenzy of the funhouse . you reassure yourself - you’re 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 , a 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 year old 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗘𝗙 whose virtue lies in your + loyalty & + selflessness , although you’ve been told that you tend to be quite - short tempered & - self loathing , and you’re associated with 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒅 , by those around you . suddenly, however, you’ve found 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍'𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 on your person - was that always there ? from the moment you leave the funhouse , memories from your life in 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡 have begun to return - leaving whoever you had been before in the mirror’s reflection behind you . you can almost hear 𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙽 by 𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚉𝙴𝙿𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙸𝙽 following in your wake .

hi i love dean winchester so stinkin’ much ... i am .... so excited . he deserves a life where he wasn’t hunting monsters all the time ! one where he got a job & had kids & is just living life ! let dean have a life !

full name : dean henry winchester . alises : the righteous man . the sword of michael . squirrel . age : forty one . gender & pronouns : cis male , he / him . sexual & romantic orientation : bisexual / biromantic . species : human . identifying marks : multiple scars across his body . some looking like they came from knives , others from guns . his memory on how he got most of them is fuzzy

─ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 .

i will try to make this short . dean was born to mary & john winchester & for four years he had the most simple apple pie life a four year old could ask for . in 1983 , a demon went into the winchester house to visit their newborn son : dean’s younger brother sam . when mary interrupted the demon’s visitation , he killed her . slashed open her stomach & burned her on the ceiling . dean’s father , john , witnessed the terrible end of his wife’s life & though he made it out alive with both sam & dean , the event would irreversibly change him .

john became obsessed with discovering what it was that killed mary . he learned to hunt the supernatural & ruthlessly trained his sons to do the same . dean’s toddler life of toys turned into tinkering with guns , his warm bed into dirty motels , & his carefree existence into only worrying over his younger brother . he became the perfect killer but it took a toll on him . his father , far from perfect even before this , became harsh on dean . molding him until he was more dutiful soldier than he was boy . dean did everything his father asked & followed his every order with blind faith & even then he would never be the perfect son to john . sam , on the other hand , rebelled against the life john gave them . though dean tried constantly to settle their explosive arguments as best he could no matter his thoughts on the matter at hand , desperate for peace between the two , he still couldn’t stop sam from running away in the end . he wanted to hate sam for it at first , but he never could .

years later when john went missing on a hunt , dean reached out to his estranged brother for help . the job was supposed to be a simple one but after coming back unsuccessful to the tragic death of sam’s girlfriend ( same as their mothers , in fact ) sam entered back into his life for good .

though the plots of both heaven & hell , sam & dean became pawns in the story of the world’s end . the apocalypse slowly set into motion & started with the winchesters at the center of it all . even though they managed stop the world’s end , though , it was hardly the last threat to humanity . as years passed , the brothers found themselves thrust into apocalypse after apocalypse . an endless cycle that they , eventually , discovered was god’s doing all along . they were simply the main characters of a never ending tragic story that god was writing . furious , the two brothers , with help from their rebel angel best friend & the half angel son on lucifer himself , devised a way to defeat god for good . in the end they succeeded . jack , the mentioned son of lucifer , took god’s place after his defeat . the world is their’s in the end . they , for the first time , get to choose their own paths .

─ 𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 .

there was still a fire at the winchester house when dean was four years old . an accident this time . an electrical fire . a normal tragedy . their mom was still lost but dean , holding onto the bundle that was his little brother , watched as the fire fighters pulled his dad from the flames . sitting with them , brother in his arms , while they consoled him & let him wear their helmets would always be a far more comforting memory to dean than the ones his father gave him in the years to come . john winchester became distant . negligent . borderline abusive . dean did his best to take the bulk of what their grief drowned father put on them , trying to shield sam , & gave a lot of his life to helping raise sam where john fell short . they moved around a lot , finally settling in alucard when dean was around seventeen .

when he was a late teen if he wasn’t at home or sneaking out for a smoke & some girls , dean worked at being a volunteer firefighter . it was something , he thought , slightly productive to do with his life as it was already obvious to him that he wouldn’t be able to go to college with sam still needing him around . at age eighteen , with his high school diploma stating he graduated with average grades , dean officially joined the fire force at an entry level & began saving up money for his own place . a place away from his father but close enough that sam could use it to get away at any time as well . though , as the year went on , he found that john would have been unlikely to allow dean to live under his roof anyway .

dean was notorious with women & thought himself as careful but clearly not as careful as he thought . when he found out he was going to be a dad at eighteen he initially rejected the idea , wanting nothing to do with the child out of fear of turning into his father . sam was the one who talked him down from the anxiety . with his encouragement , dean slowly worked to learn how to be a parent . preparing a room . reading parenting books . anything . it came as a shock a month before the due date to when he found out the mother was backing out of keeping the child . she had been the one initially for raising it at first but suddenly felt she couldn’t do it . though he’d be on his own , dean had steeled himself to becoming a father too much to let the girl to go up for adoption . beverly winchester was born feburary 13th & dean took full custody as her sole guardian . he kept in touch with bevery’s mother still , who went on to study psychology outside alucard .

being a single father was far from easy but dean managed , always taking help where he could from his brother or from friends . one friend even got closer than others . when beverly was nearing three years old , dean started seeing a foreign exchange student from england who was taking classes at the local university & the casual feeling of the affair wasn’t there for long . things blossomed into something serious & when it was discovered she was pregnant , this time dean was far more sure about things than when he was twenty . the wedding was small & around nine months later dean became a father of two as simon joined the winchester family .

for a few years this seemed the perfect arrangement . dean worked up through the ranks at the station , setting himself up to be the new fire chief one day , & raised his kids happily with his wife . but perfect sometimes doesn’t last long . their relationship , after all , had been a rushed one . after around six years , things simply didn’t have the same spark as they used to . the divorce wasn’t nasty , they knew it was a mutual thing , but it still stung . he left the court as a single father again , now with joint custody of his son . he didn’t seen simon much after the divorce . shortly after , he & his mother moved back to england which dean was always bitter about . though simon came to visit sometimes & dean called whenever he could , he always felt like he was far from the boy .

at fourty one , years later , he’s gotten well back on his feet . no serious relationships seem to stick but at work he’s finally gotten fire chief . he misses being in the middle of the action sometimes , but he loves his job nonetheless . if not at work he’s visiting his brother , the bar , fixing his car , or dedicating time to beverly & simon who has recently moved to alucard to be around dean , much to his delight . as his life is coming back to him , though , it is stressing him out . the world was already dangerous without remembering monsters . he feels as though this is just another story he’s now lived out & isn’t even sure whats real .

─ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

father to BEVERLY MARSH & SIMON SNOW in alucard . he will absolutely go off on you if you are mean to his kids . yes , this includes other kids who bully his kids . he doesn’t care he’ll yell at you for being an asshole no matter your age . absolutely no one messes with his kids .

has had beverly around since she was born but has seen simon infrequently since he was about six since simon’s mother took him back to england with her . he doesn’t love simon any less , but he ‘s struggling with fact they don’t know each other as well as dean would like . he hates that his son grew up so far away from him with visits & phone calls too few & far in between .

is also now having to cope with the fact that , in this new life he remembers , he doesn’t even HAVE his kids . closest thing he has to a child there is jack & he doesn’t even know if jack is okay .

still has the impala here . can’t have dean without his car .

while he is the fire chief , fixing cars is a huge hobby of his . if he didn’t love his job , he would absolutely leave it to work as a mechanic at the local garage .

while he mostly works on his car himself , he still brings his car to the garage a few times a year for things that his own garage doesn’t have the tools for . they know him there from his recognizable car .

his father has been alive for sometime but he’s recently found out he died from a stroke in his sleep . dean is stuck between the duty of giving his father a proper funeral & his own bitterness at the man for how he treated him & sam . this is only worsened by the memories of john that will come back .

he is bisexual ! because i’ve watched this show & have eyes ! i know ! is he repressed a lot & hasn’t exactly had an offical coming out ? also yes ! doesn’t mean he HASN’T made out & gotten with a guy or two in the past . just means he never felt like he could say anything about it all growing up & now just figures it’s too late .

uuuuuuuuuuuuh anyway . i’ll add to this more if i think of more .

#dean: intro #duality.intro #THIS IS LONG im not sorry #neglect tw #abuse tw

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"I'm Leaving Tomorrow!"

Tuesday 8th September 2020

Good evening everyone! Hope you're all enjoying your week so far! I once again apologise for this post being late, I just want to let you guys know that I am not slacking in any kind of way, I want to assure you all that I am just as excited about EastEnders as much as you guys are and I'm really looking forward to what the soap has in store for us. I know in recent weeks/months that I have been late with posts etc etc, I just want to explain to you guys that this blog, for me, is truly a hobby ... I work two jobs as well try to have a social life, I do this during my evenings whenever I'm not working and I will always make sure I am up to date with episodes! I just wanted to clear the air about that just in case some of you might have been thinking.

Anyway, we all know on Monday the soap came back with a huge bang! Now is the only time I've had to catch up on last night's episode, so lets jump straight into it!

So last night ended with Dotty telling Sharon the truth about how her son died and exposing Ian and his lies, and of course it starts right where we left off .... surely Ian isn't going to get away with it? Clearly Sharon is shocked to be hearing what Dotty is saying, Max is over on the other side of Vic listening in, and even he pipes up and claims that Ian was the one who saved Dennis, as he was there! But Dotty is eager to make Sharon believe her, she claims that she has no reason to lie, why would she? And oh of course Ian would bring up the fact that she was in court for possession of drugs because Ian reported her, but even so, that would have nothing to do with it! That really wouldn't make sense! And yet Sharon falls for it!!!! She calls her an evil little bitch and smashes a glass in front of her ... did you guys clock that horrible smug grin on Ian's face?! Poor Dotty then gets thrown out the Queen Vic, everyone looking at her! Does anyone else feel for Dotty right now? She's been hiding this secret for months, being terrorised by Ian and blackmailed to make sure she keeps Ian's horrible secret, and as soon as she tells the truth, no one believes her! Sharon threatens her with the glass bottle, and warns her to never approach her or her family ever again!

As she does so, Bobby can be seen looking from a distance, it's been known that he has had a crush on Dotty for some time, whether he still does, i'm unsure ... but seeing her making unbelievable claims about his Dad, it disappoints him. I'm sure he wondering, "Why is she lying?" ... but I'm sure at some point, something will be found ... Dotty called out that she had a recording of Dennis from the boat, but it got deleted, could that still be found somewhere? Could someone else potentially have a copy? Ian tells Sharon to ignore Dotty, she's just a messed up kid in his words. Sharon decides to leave the situation to get some head space, leaving Ian to wonder what she could be thinking about.

Aww now we see Chantelle meeting up with Kheerat, he's managed to get her the money she asked for. He asks whether her whether Gray can't help with the situation she may be in, but Chantelle can't bare to tell the truth. She explains the money is for her and her children and nothing else. The more this goes on and the more she confides in Kheerat, I do believe eventually she will say something about the abuse she's been suffering before she passes, unless something happens and Kheerat will find out the truth. But will he be too late? This is truly a sad story-line to watch, but of course it's very important to portray and tell the story! Chantelle decides to confide in Kheerat and reveals that she's divorcing her husband, this is clear surprise to him as it's shown in his eyes and the look on his face, he looks as if so many questions are rushing through his head. "Why would she be divorcing him?!" ... he promises to get her the money she needs to divorce him, she thanks him with a sigh of relief. But the look in Kheerat's eyes made me feel like he just wanted to hold her, wrap her up in cotton wool and take her away from what she's been suffering. It's as if he's Chantelle's true knight in shining armour.

Awww and meanwhile, Ben is in the hospital along with his Dad and Lola, ready for his appointment to have his implant. He's looking longingly waiting for Callum to show up, Lola asks what would be the first thing he'd want to hear if the implant works, perhaps Lexi singing one of her songs? It's devastating that unbeknown to Ben, Callum is at work - having seen him appear on CCTV and revealing him taking part in the job with Danny Hardcastle, I do feel as much as Callum wants to be there for his boyfriend, he needs to hide the fact that it's his partner in the CCTV. I feel there could be some upsetting Ballum scenes ahead. At his house, Gray is working on his laptop, suddenly a advertisement pops up! "Are you looking for a divorce lawyer?" ... it's incredible how realistic that is! I'm sure all of you would agree that there have been times you've typed something in search bar on the internet, and a few hours later you'll be back online and there'll be an advertisement for something you've previously searched! Instantly Gray views the history on the laptop and it reveals everything has been deleted. Is he aware of what Chantelle might be up to? If so, I'm dreading what's going to happen next for Chantelle!

Back on the Square, Dotty is seen with her head in her hands, looking defeated. Bobby makes his way up to her, demanding to know what she was playing at. He tells her neither he nor anyone else believes what she's saying is true. She asks him that it doesn't even cross his mind that there might be some slight truth in what she is saying, again ... why would she lie? I mean, it's clear she and Ian have never gotten on in the first place, Ian basically sees her as Nick Cotton's daughter, which means with him as a father, she could be very much like him! Bobby then reveals to Dotty that Ian wants himself and Sharon to be more than friends, Dotty's face smirks into a huge grin, is she going to be able use that information to her advantage?! Dotty claims that Bobby thinks that she is just like her father, like everyone else seems to think to, and with the way things are going for her, she might as well prove them right!

Next clip, Chantelle comes home from work, Gray is clearly waiting for her. He hears her footprints enter the house, he asks her how work was, she replies with "Fine" ... the next comment he makes is "I would've thought more than fine!" She makes her way into the living room, Gray watching her as she walks in ... she tries to lure him off the scent and says she's been with a client. The next thing which came out of Gray's mouth made my mouth drop ... "Is that what that's slutty top for?" ... He is clearly enraged, knowing that she's been looking for a divorce lawyer. But to call her slutty?! Sorry, but that is bang out of order! Is he making out that perhaps she's having an affair, which is why she may be looking for a divorce?! But then HE announces that he's actually seeking an divorce! Saying it's best for them to get HER out of everyone's lives! This clearly comes as a shock to Chantelle, to be honest, in all seriousness ... what actually has she done?! Chantelle has done NOTHING, she's the one who has been the victim of Gray's outbursts for years and years, and yet he's divorcing her?! I'd kind of wished Chantelle had told him sooner that she was divorcing him, but of course - in her situation, she had to it secretly. This is going to be such a blow for Chantelle, he's even letting on that she wont even be able to see her children. How the hell is she going to be able to turn this around?!

The next time we see Chantelle, she is in the bath, Gray's words clearly playing on her mind. Footsteps can be heard of Gray coming up the stairs and approaching the bathroom, she looks in fear to the door as the footsteps get closer. The door of bathroom unlocks and Gray appears, he again repeats himself and says he wants her out. She pleads with him to talk it through, saying the children can't be without their mother! He claims he can provide for them himself and keep them with him, she pleads for him to make their marriage work. He lets out a sigh and tells her to prove it! Prove what exactly?! She's curled up in ball in the bath as he slowly approaches her, with not even any form of emotion in his face. He leans onto the side of the bath and tells her "If you love your kids, prove it. Do this and we can call all this off!" ... At this moment in time, I'm thinking - what does he mean? "Do this?" ... Chantelle is begging him saying "Please not this!" ... does she have some kind of fear of water? Or is something darker about to happen?

Next minute, we see Ian let himself into the Vic, he sees a light is on upstairs and he makes his way up, hoping to see that Sharon has returned. He finds her in the kitchen, they both share a look and Ian starts to make excuses for Dotty. Instantly Sharon interrupts him and says "What aren't you telling me?!" ... Sharon and Ian have friends for a very long time, you'd think she'd know if he had been hiding something from her. But once again he worms his way out of the big lie/secret, and instead informs Sharon that Dennis was posting abuse about Bobby instead. He explains that she was giving birth to Kayden while it was all going on and he thought he'd be able to handle it. But as a good point, Sharon says that that was then, so why has he kept quiet since then and not told her? It looks as if as soon as Ian is about to explain why, she answers for him ... He didn't want her to feel bad about him? Because she was going through enough already? ... Ian's eyes and ears are in absolute disbelief! Something else he's letting her believe, that he's being such a good friend to her ... when it actual fact, it's been lie after lie! She then thanks him!!!!! Oh my gosh!!! I am watching this with my face in my hands ... can Ian not stoop any lower?! How long is he going to worm his way out of this? The more he lies, the more worse it's going to be once the truth finally comes out! He even says "You've got nothing to thank me for!" ... hmmm - is that the guilt sinking in?!

Suddenly, the scene goes back to Chantelle and Gray ... Chantelle can be seen lying underwater, with Gray watching over her. Gray is clearly timing her as she holds her breath underwater. She lets out a scream underwater and Gray raises his arm in a signal for her to come up. She is clearly gasping for breath. How long has she been having to hold her breath? He's pretty much nearly drowning her without actually physically touching her. Controlling how long she stays under water for. As she's gasping for breath and coughing, he shrugs it off and says "Wasn't so bad, was it?" Then as if nothing has happened, he tells her to get changed and go and pick up their children. I am absolutely baffled by this! Not only is Gray physically abusing his wife, but he's also playing mind games and controlling her. It's typical domestic abuse!

Back at the hospital, Callum finally arrives to be with Ben for his appointment. Ben is seen with wires connected behind his ears, Phil watching and waiting, sat next to him. Callum bursts through the door, apologetic to his boyfriend, he asks them if he had missed anything. Phil says to him that he should've been there an hour ago, Callum explains that something came up at work - the next thing is really interesting - Phil asks him whether it was more important than being at the hospital with his boyfriend, Callum then pipes up to Phil and says "You tell me!" - there is clearly some tension between Callum and Phil, I can sense an atmosphere between them. Now Callum knows about the job they took part in, will he blame Phil for getting Ben involved? Which is way he seems so snappy at Phil! Suddenly Ben whispers "I heard you!" ... He turns to Callum and smiles and repeats himself "I heard you!" He laughs excitedly that the implant worked, could this mean that Ben's hearing could be returning?! Callum is thrilled for his boyfriend but can't help but feel let down that he had been lied to for weeks/months.

Oh!!!!! So that's how Ian got the money to spend on the Vic!!! He used the money from Max's share of the restaurant to buy the Vic!! It all makes perfect sense now! And of course, Max has absolutely no idea - that's someone else that's going to be annoyed with Ian when his lies and schemes come to light. Not only is Sharon going to be angry with him, but so will Max ... I have a feeling something is going to go very wrong for Ian and very soon. It's been revealed that Adam Woodyatt would be taking a long break from the soap, something to do with a story-line - is Ian going to flee before everything comes to light? Or are things going to be revealed and will he then make a run for it? Whichever way it goes, I don't think things will be the same for Ian, ever again.

The last scene of the episode tonight, Chantelle is looking frail as she's walking the children home. She's scared, Kheerat calls over to her explaining that it's going to take him longer for him to get the money, if not days, a couple of weeks. She softly says that she doesn't have a couple of weeks, she then drops the bombshell and says that she is leaving tomorrow! You can see in her eyes she is desperate to get away from Gray as soon as she can! I do fear that somehow Gray will end up finding out - or she'll end up getting hold up and not being able to go through with her plans. It's also devastating too that right now she hasn't even confided in her Mum or Dad, we've seen nothing from Karen or Mitch - if only Chantelle could find the strength to tell her family and not suffer in silence! I do believe the next few episodes are going to be really hard to watch, as harrowing as it's going to be, I'm sure EastEnders will do a brilliant job in bringing it to the screen. It's a very important story-line and i'm positive both Jessica Plummer and Toby-Alexander Smith will do it justice! I hope you've all enjoyed my blog tonight, I once again apologise for posting so late. I'll be back again soon following the next episode. Enjoy the rest of your night folks! xXx

#eastenders #chantelleatkins #grayatkins #ianbeale #sharonwatts #dottycotton #kheerat panesar #bobbybeale #maxbranning #callumhighway #benmitchell #philmitchell #ballum

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Loyalty Or Royalty

Chapter 3

Summary: Mia Bhatt spent years trying to escape her past, trying to escape the feeling of betrayal that was left in her heart after the fire, and she finally had. She was marrying the King of Cordonia and was finally going to get her happily ever after. But, after a momentary lapse in judgement caused her to send a wedding invitation to someone she was sure had forgotten about her, she realizes that sometimes the past has a way of crawling back to you.

Author’s Note: In this fic Anton and The Sons of Earth were caught before the wedding. Also this story will contain flashbacks that will be in italics.

Pairing: Liam x MC (Mia Bhatt), Platonic!Colt x MC, MC x The Mercy Park Crew

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF PARENTAL ABUSE

Taglist: @flowerpowell, @dcbbw, @texaskitten30, @kingliam2019, @hopefulmoonobject, @lovehugsandcandy, @los-cafeteros, @desiree---1986 @lovemychoices

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Mia wrapped her arms tightly around Colt, refusing to let go of him even though Annya was trying to pull him away from her. They were leaving to spend the summer in New York now that Annya and Teppei’s divorce was final, and even though she knew that he was going to be back in two months for the start of the school year, she didn’t want him to go. He was her best friend, and even at only eight years old, he was the only one that could calm her down and make her feel safe after her father went on one of his rampages. But, now he was leaving, and she would be completely alone for two months.

Colt waved at her sadly from the back seat of the car as Mia’s mother tried her best to console her crying daughter.

“It’s okay. He’ll be back soon,” she said in a soothing voice.

However, instead of making her feel any better she turned instead to cry into her mother’s chest. The woman didn’t understand. She didn’t understand that when Mia was with Colt she wasn’t scared like she had become so used to feeling. She didn’t feel lonely or sad. He always made her smile. She had fun when she was at the auto shop with the Kaneko family. It felt more like home to her than the small apartment that she lived in with both of her parents, but now that Colt was gone she would be locked in there for two whole months with no escape.

However, what Mia herself didn’t notice was the look her mother shared with Teppei. The man nodded his head towards her and scooped Mia up into his arms, holding her close to his chest. He was always nice to her. He would give her rides on his shoulders and help her with her math homework when her mom was too busy.

Teppei carried her to Colt’s room and set her down gently onto the bed.

“Amelia, Colt may be gone for the summer, but you can come here whenever you’d like to,” he said, his hand brushing away her tears.

Mia flinched as his thumb brushed against a particularly tender spot on her face where the bruise her father had left was still in the process of healing. She saw a look of intense anger cross the older man’s features, and she curled up into a ball, burying her face into the sheets below and waiting for him to start yelling. However, it never came. Instead, she heard him sigh softly before covering her with a blanket and leaving the room.

~~~

Mia moaned softly as the feeling of Liam’s lips brushing against her shoulder pulled her out of her sleep. She opened her eyes to see bright rays of sun pouring into the room from the open balcony doors and smiled to herself as she rolled onto her back to meet his bright blue eyes.

Anton had only been captured just a few days prior, so the two of them decided that it would be best to postpone their honeymoon until things were more stable in Cordonia. Instead, they decided to spend their wedding night in Valtoria, away from the chaos of the capital where they could enjoy being in each other’s arms for the night.

“Mmm, I could get used to waking up like this,” Mia mumbled as Liam continued to kiss down her bare shoulder.

His lips travelled down her arm all the way to her hand before he retraced his steps, kissing back up to her lips and rolling his body on top of hers. Mia moaned softly as she felt his bare skin pressed directly against hers, his hands tracing over her curves. Her mind briefly wandered back over to the first time Liam had made love to her in the maze on the night of his coronation. She had been smitten with him, and even though he had told her that he loved her for the first time ever that night, there was still a small part of her that was nervous about being completely exposed in front of him. She had agonized about him seeing the stretch marks that covered her body and the extra fat that she carried in her stomach. She was undoubtedly shaped differently than the other women at court vying for his hand, and she had often found herself comparing her body type to theirs. However, as insecure as she felt, Liam had always managed to make her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was the only woman he had eyes for.

Liam’s tongue slowly began to curl against hers, and Mia wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her fingers moving up to softly tug at his hair. He finally pulled away from her lips, moving his mouth to her ear.

“We have guests arriving soon,” Liam whispered, his breath warm against the skin of her neck. “We should get out of bed.”

“Mmm, we should,” she mumbled as he pressed another kiss to the side of her neck, causing another soft moan to fall from her lips. “You know what? I think they’ll be fine waiting for a little while.”

Mia wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped the two of them over so that she was on top, causing him to gasp in surprise before breaking out into laughter.

“You never cease to surprise me, my queen,” he said, pulling her down against him.

~~~

“Good morning!” Mia called happily as she entered the sitting room everyone had gathered in.

Liam trailed in behind her, his hand resting on the small of her back. The royal couple was practically glowing as they greeted their friends and family.

“It’s the afternoon. We’ve been waiting for you guys forever,” Drake groaned and she rolled her eyes in response.

“You’ve literally had access to the whole estate. If you wanted to entertain yourselves you could have,” she shot back, walking over to kiss Annya on the cheek.

Mia looked around the room to see Colt and Drake sitting next to each other, Olivia showing Mona one of her more ornate daggers, and Ellie, Logan, Ximena and Leo conversing casually by the window. She smiled to herself. It was odd seeing her two worlds collide, and now that she thought about it the personalities really did match up fairly well. But, what they were about to reveal would undoubtedly cause everything to change.

She settled down onto the couch next to the Annya and pulled Liam along with her. She had been on a high all day, feeling happy and content, and no matter how many times she and Liam had started to get out of bed, she kept pulling him back, not wanting to end their moment together. However, at the end of the day, Liam needed to know about her past, and everyone else had questions too.

“You have red pandas! I’m never leaving this place!” Toby said happily, walking into the room with Maxwell and Hercules the dog in tow. “Oh, and I’m totally stealing your corgi.”

Toby dropped down onto the floor, letting Hercules crawl into his lap, and Maxwell sat down next to him. Now that everyone was in the room, they began to gather around, all looking to Mia expectantly.

“So, I wanted all of you here because I know that you have… questions,” she began. “And I can’t speak for the entire crew, but that’s why I wanted you guys here too. There’s still a lot about what happened seven years ago that I don’t really know, so I figured we could all decide what was safe to share.”

“You’re making this sound like some super secret spy stuff,” Maxwell said, looking excited.

“Nope, not nearly as legal,” Colt muttered, causing Mia to clench her jaw and Maxwell’s mouth to drop open in surprise.

Liam rested a hand comfortingly on Mia’s knee and urged her to continue.

“So, I know it sounds dramatic to say this all started when I was born, but it does,” she said sarcastically. “My dad worked for Colt’s father, Teppei Kaneko. He was a driver for him.”

She trailed off, tugging anxiously at the hair tie around her wrist.

“Like a chauffeur?” Liam asked.

The fact that his mind went there was a bigger reality check than Mia had expected. It really showed how different their childhoods were. How different the places they came from were.

“No. Like a car thief,” she said. “Kaneko was the leader of The Mercy Park Crew. It was LA’s most notorious and sought after gang of car thieves, and wow, that sounds absolutely ridiculous out loud. It sounds like we’re about to start talking about the plot of a bad action movie.”

She rested her forehead in her hand and let out a tired sigh.

“The Mercy Park Crew had been in my family for generations. It was our legacy,” Colt continued, shooting an amused look in her direction.

“So, what? The crew just stole cars and sold them? How did you not get caught?” Leo asked.

“Because they were good. They were careful. Kaneko was smart. He never let too many people into the crew, and once someone was in, they had to prove that they were really in before he fully trusted them. You’d be surprised at how easy it is to get away with organized crime when you know what you’re doing. Besides, Kaneko was terrifying. No one crossed him because they were too afraid to,” she said, letting out another sigh. “Anyway when I was about sixteen my dad took a job that went south. I don’t know the specifics, obviously, but my mom was with him and suddenly I was an orphan. Teppei took me in and that was that.”

“Did- did you join the crew?” Maxwell asked, hesitantly.

“No, he always kept me away from it all. He was adamant about it, and I never fought him on it. But, I still knew that Kaneko’s auto shop was a front. I knew they were car thieves, but I didn’t know any specifics. I didn’t commit any crimes, but I didn’t do anything to stop it either.”

“Okay, so where is this story going?” Leo asked.

“Seven years ago, Kaneko had a plan. Ellie’s dad, Detective Wheeler, was the cop in charge of investigating the crew, so he asked me to get to know her, get her to trust us so that we could get information out of her,” Logan said, shooting Ellie a guilty smile.

“Yeah, and Ellie was in the middle of a teenage rebellion, so she was more than happy to join us,” Mona said with a smirk.

“At the time, the crew was having trouble with another gang. We were on the verge of an all out turf war, and it turned out that Detective Wheeler’s partner, Jason, was the head of this other crew, The Brotherhood. He was a crooked cop. None of us knew that, but Kaneko suspected, and he figured getting close to Ellie would help him confirm it. But, what he didn’t anticipate was that Ellie was passing information to Jason the entire time,” Logan continued.

“After a few months Ellie found out that Kaneko was using her all hell broke loose, and that’s where my knowledge of events get pretty hazy,” she said, shooting the rest of the crew a look that invited one of them to continue the story.

Ellie cleared her throat and began to speak, Mia reaching over to grasp Annya’s hand out of anxiety. She refused to look over at Liam, afraid of the judgement she might see on his face. Annya squeezed her hand tightly, shooting her a reassuring smile. Mia looked up to see Colt watching the two of them intently, obviously not realizing that they had gotten so close.

“When I found out that Kaneko was using me I left. I knew that Colt had come up with a plan to get rid of The Brotherhood, but I didn’t know exactly what it was and at that point I was so mad that I didn’t care. I crashed at my friend Riya’s, and I went back to my regular life until Toby came knocking at my door telling me that I needed to stop them,” Ellie said, looking towards Colt and the rest of the crew to see if it was okay for her to continue.

Everyone shared a look of apprehension, and Mia knew why. She may not have been there that night so the details weren’t entirely clear, but she had heard the story from Ellie the night of the incident and from Ximena, Toby, and Logan in the years that followed. This was always the part that she was most afraid of getting out. What would everyone think when they found out that Colt’s plan literally included murder.

Was it even a good idea to let them know in the first place? This was opening up a whole can of worms that she hadn’t expected. Drake already knew the full story, or at least the version of the full story that she knew which included Colt’s plan. She had been overly emotional and stressed out during Liam and Madeleine’s engagement tour and had confessed it to him whilst drowning her sorrows in whiskey. She wasn’t sure why, but Drake always had a way of making her let her guard down. Maybe it was because he reminded her of Colt in a way. They could both be closed off and guarded, but they had some of the biggest hearts of anyone she had ever known and they were loyal almost to a fault when it came to their loved ones.

He had originally freaked out when she first told him, but after he had some time to digest the information and sleep on it, he confessed there was probably nothing she could say to scare him away. So, she wasn’t worried about him hearing it again. When it came to Liam, she was more concerned. She knew that whether or not he found out right now, she would have to tell him the whole truth. He was her husband, and he deserved to know. She should have told him a long time ago. She also knew that she could trust Olivia. Olivia had her own skeletons in the closet and she was sure that she would be shocked and might need some time, but like Drake everything would work out in the end.

It was Maxwell and Leo that she was truly concerned with. She loved both of them like brothers, but well, Maxwell was Maxwell. He knew when to be serious, and she had seen that first hand. He along with Drake had been her rock throughout her entire time in Cordonia. But, he was also carefree. It was easy for him to let things slip, and Leo was similar in the way that he would begin spilling secrets as soon as he had a few drinks in him.

“Wait, are we really about to just announce this to everyone?” Toby asked, raising his brows. “This implicates all of us in an attempted murder.”

Maxwell gasped loudly, and Toby’s eyes went wide when he realized that he had just given away the part of the story that he was trying to hide in the first place. Logan gave him a sympathetic smile and clapped him comfortingly on the shoulder. Mia let out a slow breath, knowing that there was really no coming back from this now.

“We took a hostage. We took one of their own and made them think that he was a rat selling them out to the FBI, and then lured them to a casino,” Colt said, his face completely emotionless as he stared at the wall behind Mia’s head. “The plan was to get The Brotherhood to the vault under the casino and make them think that we were giving them their mole back in exchange for them leaving us alone. Then, when they were in there we would lock them in with a gas grenade and get rid of them all for good. But, somehow Ellie got locked in with the rest of ‘em, and she was going to die if we didn’t open the door.”

Mia felt sick to her stomach listening to the story all over again. She knew these people, none of them were cold blooded killers. They were desperate and scared, but they weren’t killers.

“God, you were such an idiot, Colt,” she groaned out. “Did you really think that killing them was the answer?”

“Yes,” he said, not making eye contact with her.

“No. You would have never gone through with it, and even if you had you would have never been able to live with yourself. It would have eaten you alive,” she argued back.

“I did what I needed to do. We were cornered, and we had no choice.”

“You’re not a killer, Colt,” she practically pleaded with him.

“That’s enough you two,” Annya said, squeezing Mia‘s hand in an effort to calm her down.

“When we opened the vault to get Ellie out, the rest of them got out too,” Logan said. “We tried to get away, but the cops started coming after us. The real cops. They barricaded us in and there was no way we were going to get out, so Kaneko… he blew up the barricade and himself in the process so the rest of us could escape.”

“The entire time this was happening I was back at the garage, asleep in bed because I had no idea what they had planned or what was going to happen. Toby ran in and woke me up because The Brotherhood set the place on fire while I was asleep. He got me out right before the flames made it up to the loft,” Mia concluded, her stomach in knots. “After that The Brotherhood got away and everyone started leaving, and with Colt gone I had no one. I lost all of my stuff in the fire, and the only friend I had outside of the crew didn’t exactly want to associate herself with me after the cops showed up to bring me in for questioning. I called Annya to ask her if she had heard from Colt, and she offered to let me stay with her in New York until I finished my last semester of high school and could get back on my feet, and now here we are.”

The room fell into a tense silence as she concluded the story. Mia tried to meet Liam’s eyes, but he was looking everywhere but at her.

“Okay, so this is the part of the story where you say ‘psyche’ and tell us this is all a joke right,” Leo asked, laughing loudly.

When no one said anything, his eyes widened dramatically. It almost would have been funny if the situation wasn’t so tense.

“That’s crazy,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Huh, maybe you’re not nearly as boring as I thought,” Olivia said, sending her a smirk and eyeing her critically.

Despite herself, Mia smiled back before turning to Liam.

“Li,” she whispered, reaching out to take his hand.

However, he sprung out of his seat before she could touch him.

“Excuse me,” he said, exiting the room hastily and causing tears to well up in Mia’s eyes.

She made to go after him, but Drake stopped her before she could.

“Let me,” he said, placing a hand comfortingly on her shoulder.

Mia sunk back into the couch, burying her face into Annya’s shoulder as tears fell down her cheeks, and she was left wondering whether or not her marriage was going to be okay.

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Dreamers Pt. 1

Words: 7.6k

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Notes: (I know nothing about the health system or police work except what I get from shows, so don’t yell at me for inaccuracy 😂 love you guys)

You took a drag, letting the cannabis fill up your lungs until you could feel it seep into your bones and assuage your thoughts. You exhaled, the smoke swirling out of your mouth and disappearing into the cold night air. The atmosphere was less than comfortable though, you were sitting in the bed of Jason’s truck, who was also less than satisfactory company, but smoking alone would make you look depressed, and you were supposed to be making an effort to be better, if not actually being better.

You pulled your coat around you tighter, crossing your arms in a vain attempt to block out the icy air. It was definitely freezing, and if a rain cloud were to pass by right now you were sure the droplets would turn into snow. Jason saw you pulling your coat tighter around yourself, and stretched out his arm around you, pulling you into his body. You shimmied out of his grasp and put your back to the adjacent wall of the truck bed taking another heavy hit from the blunt you were sharing. Jason looked at you and raised his eyebrows in confusion, you exhaled slowly through your nose, “What?” You said, your words dripping with sass.

“Is there a problem?” Jason prompted you his arms held up.

“Not unless you have one.” You turned away, looking towards the neon lights in the gas station windows across the street.

“Look, cut the crap y/n. We haven’t had sex in like four months. You won’t let me touch you at all. What’s the fucking problem?”

“Look Jason, I know you didn’t want a relationship with me and that’s fine, but at least treat me with some fucking respect.” You found yourself quickly going towards the bubbling anger that always seemed to be right below the surface now and days.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jason was talking down to you again like he always did whenever you got into an argument, as if he was already dismissing you before the points were even established.

“I’m talking about you FUCKING SARAH!” You burst out before you even knew it and Jason was looking at you with surprise in his eyes. “Yeah, I fucking know, I’ve known for months! If you want to fuck other people Jason, just fucking tell me so I’m not sitting around here being loyal to your stupid ass.”

Jason schooled his features into his usual indifference, “Look I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sarah will fuck anything that moves, she probably has an STD. She’s the last thing I’d get under.”

“Ugh, Jason please cut the bullshit. I went to Jessica’s party and I saw you walking upstairs with her.” You were just tired now, you looked up at the stars and hit the blunt again, hoping the high would numb your problems like it had been doing for the last three months.

“Ok fine, I fucked Sarah.” You rolled your eyes at Jason’s final acknowledgment of the truth, which seemed to spur him into anger you hadn’t seen him release before.

“Look! I wouldn’t have fucked her, if you had given me some!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault that you can’t keep your dick in your pants. Okay, that makes complete sense.”

“Look bitch, if you’re not planning on giving me any you can get the fuck out of my truck right now.”

“Jason, what the hell? Are you being serious right now?”

“Bitch, I said to get the fuck out!”

“Fuck you Jason.”

You climbed out of his truck bed, flinging the rest of your blunt at Jason, who squealed, and jumped up brushing the embers off the front of his shirt.

You walked out of the empty parking lot you were parked in towards the gas station pissed off and cold. Where the hell were you going to find a ride this late? There was no way you were going to call your mom, because she’d just give you a thirty-minute lecture about how you were throwing your future away.

The lights in front of the gas station started blurring and swirling around, a painting coming to life, swimming in your eyes. You tried to focus on your steps and your breathing, but a high had never gotten you this messed up before. You steadied your breath, but now you were panicking the lights were getting more and more twisted, and suddenly they were too bright and you just wanted to close your eyes, so you did, and your body fell connecting with the tar on the street.

You blinked your eyes rapidly trying to adjust to the lights being shined in your eyes.

“Y/n? Can you hear me?

You nodded your head to the doctor’s prompting.

“Do you want to sit up?”

“Yes please,” Your voice came out cracked and you cleared your throat, trying to bring saliva to your dry mouth as the doctor gently put his hands on your back and helped you sit up. As your posture straightened you saw your mother sitting in a chair at the end of your bed covering her eyes with her hands. You chose to ignore her self-pity and focus on the doctor and who was now testing your vision, having you follow his finger while he shined the small light in your eyes. After he was satisfied, he put his stethoscope to each side of your chest and back, prompting you to breathe in and out, while listening to your heartbeat. He nodded to the nurse after he was finished and she filled a cup with water from the pitcher on the side table and handed it to you.

“Well, y/n as expected,” as he started your mother rose from her chair and stood next to the nurse on the side of your bed crossing her arms and giving you the mom stare. “Your blood sugar was too low and you are also slightly dehydrated, these two-combined caused you to pass out suddenly. You are not diabetic correct?” You nodded to confirm you were not.

“Have you not been eating lately?” Your cheeks heated and you looked down at your lap. For the past month, you felt yourself no longer having an appetite and you just didn’t want to eat, smoking had usually filled the void, or given you the munchies enough to eat, but you usually felt disgusting the morning after that and you’d find yourself purging in the bathroom. Of course, your mother being the self-absorbed person that she was, took this as a moment to enter in.

“Are you serious y/n? Like you’re some starving child! How do you think this makes me look? Huh?! Like I’m some incompetent mother who doesn’t feed you!”

You just looked down at your hands the blush in your cheeks turning to heat that spread across your face as you fought to corral in your anger.

“Look I know your upset at the issue at hand ma’am, but would you mind leaving the room with Nurse Maureen here, I just want to talk with your daughter for a minute and then you are free to take her home.”

Your mom looked at you, and gave you the look that signaled to you that the conversation wasn’t over, but she left the room with the nurse, who held lightly onto your mom’s elbow as she guided her out.

“Y/n, getting high won’t solve your problems.” You looked up at the doctor with shock in your eyes. “I didn’t tell your mom because it seems that there is a larger problem at hand. If you are insecure about your body there are plenty of healthier ways to lose weight, but I sense that’s not why you are bingeing and starving yourself. If you ever just need someone to talk to or want fellow people your age to talk to, I hold a group therapy session on Saturdays here at the hospital.” He pulled a brochure from his pocket and handed it to you. “Please consider coming, I think we could be a great deal of help to you, and it doesn’t hurt to have a couple more people in your corner.” You faked a smile as you took the brochure from his hand. “And hey, please eat for the sake of your mom and I.” He gave you pitying look and left the room.

You slid from the bed and wiggled your feet into your converse, grabbed your jacket from the back of the chair your mother was sitting in, and threw the brochure into the trash as you exited the room. You walked into the hallway to find your mom looking at her watch and tapping her foot on the floor as if you being in the hospital was just taking time out of her day. She was in her usual tailored outfit, her blazer thrown over her arm exposing her crisp white button up which was tucked into her pleated slacks, with her polished black pumps, which gleamed in the light from the fluorescents. Your mother was beautiful in all the ways that you weren’t her hair was glossy, jet black, and pin straight, her bone structure was prominent, her cheek bones high and jaw line angular. You were her opposite, she was straight lines and geometric angles, and you were soft, and petite. She looked up when the door clicked behind you, and rushed over to you, carting you towards the elevators by your elbow as she hoisted her purse higher on her shoulder.

“You have no idea the disruption you have caused today. I have three cases going on right now. Do you understand how stressed I already am? I don’t need to add you to my list of problems, I already have too many. Do you realize how lucky you are?” Your mom shoved you into the elevator as soon as it pinged open, hitting the “door close” button even as people were approaching, trying to get into the open elevator. The doors closed and your mother started up again. “You know, today in court, two kids were placed into a shelter because their mom is a crack addict and they’ve been mistreated for months, y/n. And here you are not eating for attention. I’m so disappointed in you. You had the perfect future all set out for you, and then you just throw it all away! For what?! Community college and that low-life boy from high school you hang around. I make too much money for you to be at community college. Even though your dad and I are divorced, we can easily send you to any four-year school.”

You tuned her out as she went on, blabbering the stuff she usually did. Taking anything you did and turning it into an issue about herself. Never trying to hear you, just wanting you to hear her.

You were so sick of her bullshit, but when your parents got divorced your mother got sole custody and your father who was cheating on your mother with his assistant, left; but he made sure to send you a check for your birthday and Christmas every year, as if you gave a shit about his money. You let your mom drag you from the elevator to the black SUV, waiting in front of the hospital and shove you inside. You pulled out your phone from the inside pocket of your jacket and started flipping it around in your hands for something to do as your mom got in on the other side already nagging you to put on your seatbelt. Not even a second later her phone rang and she started barking orders into the receiver of her cellphone. You smiled half-heartedly at your driver and he gave you a pitying smile in the rearview mirror and peeled off.

Your mother’s phone was always ringing, and you were surprised it hadn’t gone off earlier. She never failed to answer it though, except for when you called. When you were younger you used to call her when you got home from school, asking her when she’d get home, after the third time, she yelled at you and told you not to call her with stupid questions because her phone was only for work. After that you learned to handle any issues you had on your own. Your mother was one of the top defense attorney’s in the state, and that ruthless attitude she had for her cases reflected in every facet of her life. Five years of marriage and a kid later your dad had enough of it, divorcing your mother in favor of his assistant who was twenty years his junior. You saw him for every holiday, having two of everything until you turned sixteen when your dad decided he didn’t give a shit anymore and started sending checks instead. It wasn’t as if you missed him though, he, like your mother was a workaholic, while she spent all day at the courthouse, he spent his days at the office monitoring the stock market, while you were sent to the most prestigious schools and raised by nannies. There were worse ways to have it though, so you never found yourself complaining, and cherished any moment of solitude you had.

The car stopped outside your Chicago townhouse and you slipped from the car walking towards the front door, not surprised when the car zipped off again, leaving you alone, once again. You walked into the door and Lori greeted you immediately.

“Miss y/n, are you okay? What would you like to eat? I’ll make anything you want.”

“No thanks Lori, I’m not hungry.”

Lori rushed over, grabbing you by your wrist, “Now you listen to me young lady, you are going to go sit down at that table over there, and you are going to eat whatever I give you, okay?”

You laughed and agreed always finding yourself saying yes to Lori, it was almost always hard not to laugh when Lori got angry, her thick accent would come out more prominent whenever she got angry. So, you walked over to the island and sat down on one of the barstools, and watched Lori as she moved around the kitchen. Thirty minutes later she had a heaping plate of pasta in front of you, a roll, and another plate of salad next to the first.

“Damn Lori, I wasn’t starved just slightly underfed, you trying to feed three people?”

“What are you talking about this used to be your favorite crave meal after Friday practices. Speaking of dance practice, when are you going bac—,”

“I don’t want to talk about Lori.” You put your hands on the countertop.

“Okay, that’s fine sweetheart, just eat please, you look skinnier every day.”

You stomach grumbled slightly looking at the food, and you picked up your fork digging into the pasta in front of you. Lori watched you fondly and filled up your water glass every time you took a sip. After you were halfway through your pasta she seemed satisfied and left the kitchen carrying the laundry basket she set down when you walked in. You moved from your pasta to your salad and ate a bit more, before deciding you didn’t want to push it. You got up and scraped the rest of the pasta into a plastic container along with the roll, before cleaning your dishes hurriedly so Lori would think you ate it all. You slipped upstairs sneaking away with the container. You walked into your room and closed the door placing the container on your dresser, you were about to flop onto your bed when you saw the familiar box on top of your vanity the lid tucked underneath it. You walked towards your vanity looking into the box, the pink satin was just as you remembered it, slightly faded and worn, the laces were carefully wrapped around the shoe, you pulled one of them out of the box, inspecting them, realizing Lori or your mother must have had them cleaned. The thought of your mother taking them to be cleaned suddenly made you angry again, and you threw the shoe back into the box, pushing down the lid on top, you flung it across the room towards your open closet. Just being in your room made you angry and you wanted to escape, everything reminded you of what you wanted to leave behind. The walls were mauve, the wall around your dresser plastered with frames of you at dance recitals, your dresser held all your awards, even a shadow box with your childhood pointe shoes in it. You grabbed a pillow and shoved your face into it trying to suppress the tears from falling, but you found yourself falling asleep.

You woke up and the sun was down, the moon lighting up your room, you groggily got up, stripping out of your clothes that still smelled like the hospital. You walked towards your closet pulling on a new pair of jeans, an oversized black sweatshirt, and your chucks. You pulled out the small box you kept in the back of your underwear drawer and pulled a twenty from the wad of cash, you slipped your pipe and lighter from the box and put it all in the pocket of your jacket. You closed the drawer making sure to cover it up with clothes before, then you grabbed the container of spaghetti, and left your room. Lori was gone by now, and your mom was probably holed up in her office. So, you ripped the hospital bracelet from your wrist and threw it into the trash, as you walked into the kitchen. You then grabbed a plastic fork from the box in the pantry, and your keys from the hook besides the door, and slipped out and into the night.

There was something about nighttime that you loved so much more than daytime. The moon seemed like a friend, he held your secrets, the stars his only confidants with which he would whisper to. Nighttime was for everyone, it didn’t judge you. You walked the six blocks from your house to the bus station, and as expected Harold was sitting in his usual spot, rubbing a hand warmer back in forth in his hands.

“Hey Harold!” You shouted at the homeless man, startling him out of his spot on the bench, you laughed and ran over to him helping him back onto the bench.

“Don’t do that this late at night girl, I’m an old man, my heart can’t take that kind of excitement.” You chuckled and handed Harold the spaghetti and fork.

“Oh sweetheart, thank you!” Harold patted your hand warmly as he took the food from you. You tried not to flinch at the contact, so you plastered a smile on your face instead.

“I’m not sure I’m the one who needs it though. Darling, you’re looking skinnier and skinnier every day.”

“Oh, hush Harold, I’m just fine.”

“Alright darling, whatever you say.”

Harold sat with you quietly eating his spaghetti as you waited for the train to arrive. When it came to a halt in front of you, you rushed on and waved at him from the window as it pulled away. With Jason no longer available for rides, your only option was the bus, as your mom only traveled by a chauffeur. You didn’t mind the bus though, you liked imagining a life for the people who came on and off the bus. You would set destinations for them, and give them plot lines as the train shuddered along the tracks. Only, this time as you watched the people get on and off the bus you just felt lonely. You didn’t talk to anyone from high school anymore, except Jason, and he wasn’t exactly the picture of an exemplary character. Everyone at your old school seemed to fall into the trap of being stuck up and materialistic. Obviously, you weren’t completely immune, but you could at least see beyond yourself, something most of them never seemed able to accomplish. You pulled up the hood of your jacket and laid your head against the window, tucking your earbuds into your ears, and turning the volume up to drown out the sound of the wheels on the tracks. The ride from your side of town to downtown took a little while, so when you got to the center of the city, you were the only one left from the group of people that got on when you did.

You thanked the driver and hurried out the door your hood still up as cover from the bracing wind. You ducked your head down and wound through the skyscrapers and busy streets of Chicago, you had walked about twenty blocks when the scenery started to change, the streets got a little dirtier, and the alleys seemed darker. When the familiar store came into view, you quickly crossed the street to the welcoming store front of Al’s Bodega. Your usual dealer was always around here at this time, but he wasn’t leaning against the store’s windows as he always was. So, you walked up to the door pushing it open with your shoulder, the bell jingling as it opened. You walked through the aisles picking through the merchandise and examining the labels to waste time. You finally decided on a pack of pretzel m&m’s; you grabbed the pack and set it down in front of the old cashier. The store owner looked you up and down, surprise etched into his wrinkled face. As soon as you paid you grabbed your bag and went outside pulling your hoodie up to cover you face as much as you could. You knew you weren’t his usual clientele, your clothes designer, and nails manicured, but for some reason his eyes angered you, once again the bubbling anger that seemed to always be just a step away was rising up again. You tore open the bag of m&m’s and ate them as you went through the door the bell clanging as it closed behind you. You ate your m&m’s leaning against the store windows, watching people walk by on the dim street, you turned your head around the corner and saw your usual guy, recognizing him by his signature gaudy clothes. He was exchanging an envelope to another guy for a fat wad of dollar bills. You didn’t quite know the dealer as you had always come over here with Jason, and he did most of the talking, but you were sure he’d recognize your face when you approached him, and you were still a paying customer. His back was to you as you rounded the corner, walking towards him with your hands in your pockets.

He shook hands with the guy he made a deal with, the man nodded his head towards you, your dealer turned around and shouted out to you, “Hey would you look at that Rodney, it’s my classiest customer!”

You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face, you opened your mouth to respond when all of you saw the flashing lights of the two cop cars come zipping down the street. You turned on your heel and booked it as the two guys ran for cover in the alley behind the Al’s. You pumped your legs as fast as you could, your body tiring quickly as you ran for your life down the opposite street. Your hood flew off your head your hair tumbling free, your vision was tunneling and the cold air was making your chest hurt. You chanced a look behind you, only one car was following this time and it was quickly gaining on you. You needed to get off the open sidewalk as soon as you could, so you started pushing through the people walking in the opposite direction, but they were all slowing you down.

You could just see the nearest alley coming up in the distance, when the police officer’s voice came over the megaphone, “Stop running, there’s nowhere else to go!” The cop car pulled up onto the curb in front of you causing you to crash into hood, the cops came rushing out of the car pinning you down onto the hood. You panted hard, every sharp inhale paining your lungs.

“Stand up and put your hands on the hood.”

The officer removed her hand from the middle of your back and you stood placing your hands on the hood of the SUV. She walked around you and kicked your legs apart into a wider stance as her partner shined his flashlight onto your face. The officer began patting you down stopping at the inside of your jacket, where she pulled out your pipe, money, and lighter.

“You know carrying marijuana paraphernalia is against the law in Illinois?”

You looked down meekly at your shoes and nodded your head.

The male officer walked over to you clicking off his flashlight, “What’s your name?”

“My name is y/full name-Norfolk.”

“Your June Norfolk’s daughter?” The male officer said.

“The attorney?” The woman officer looked at her colleague a confused look on her face.

You sighed your head dropping, “Yeah, that’s my mom.”

“Well, you can call her when you get to the precinct. Put your hands behind your back.”

The officer cuffed your hands, the cool metal, smarting against your hot flesh. Her partner opened the door and she guided you inside, her hand on your head.

You sat there in the back of the car feeling like an idiot. You could see the scene play out in your head, of your mom walking into the police station. She’d probably just want to leave you there at this point. You wondered if they caught the other guys, and if your old dealer was ratting you out right now, telling them how many times he’d seen you buy from him. You wanted to put your head in your hands, but the handcuffs held them tightly behind your back. You wiggled your arms around trying to be comfortable, but gave up and rested your head on the cage-like partition that separated you from the officers. You played your make-believe scene over and over again in your head drowning out the sounds of the police officer’s radio, and their mindless chatter. After what felt like hours you arrived at the police station, the woman officer took you from the car and led you inside. It was chaos, people were bustling around guiding men that looked far more formidable than you. All the desks you could see were piled high with papers and manila folders, the men behind them looking harried as they worked through them, or answered phones shoving them between the crook of their head and shoulders as they scribbled down information. The woman officer tugged you by your arm, as you had gotten distracted by the scene in front of you. She guided you over to a hallway beside the entry desk, where four phones lined the wall, hung on their receivers.

“You have three minutes.”

You nodded your head curtly and she unlocked your cuffs, moving to stand at the start of the hallway where she started conversing with her partner. You picked up the phone and started wondering if there was someone else you could call besides your mom, but the only person you could think of is Jason and he sure as hell wouldn’t come, which left you with no one else besides the woman herself. You typed in your mom’s number and it rang five times, before she picked up, the call almost going to her voicemail.

“June Norfolk.” She snapped.

“Uh. Mom it’s me.”

“Ugh, y/n. How many times have I told you not to call me. If you need something text me or call my assistant. I’m busy.”

“Look, mom I’m in trouble. I need you to come get me from the police precinct.”

“The police precinct! Y/n what the fuck did you do!”

“Nothing! I’m just in a situation that looks bad”

“I doubt it! Ugh, I’m busy right now y/n! I’m on my way.”

She hung up, before you could say anything else. You exhaled, and walked towards the officer, ready to handle the situation on your own like you always did.

“She said she’s on her way. Do I have to be cuffed again?”

The officer looked you once over, “Not if you cooperate and talk to us.”

You nodded your head in agreement and she guided you passed the harried officers into another hallway, the lighting making the walls look a sickly green. She opened one of the doors along the wall and guided you in. A metal table and two matching chairs sat in the middle of the room in front of, what you were sure was the two-way mirror. You sat in the chair that faced it while she took the opposite, her back to the mirror.

“So, what were you doing with Rodney Michaels and Daryl Simpkins tonight, y/n?”

“Those two guys? Are they here?”

“Two of our other officers picked them up, shortly before you. Now what were you doing with them tonight?”

“I wasn’t doing anything with them, I was just walking on the street, and when they ran I thought it would look bad on me so I ran too.”

“Really? You don’t know either of them? Even though Daryl Simpkins is a convicted drug dealer, and you were found to be carrying cash, a pipe, and a lighter. And you expect me to believe, that you weren’t going to buy one of the very things he was convicted for selling?

“Yes, exactly.”

“Look, here—.”

The officer was cut off as your mother barged into the room, with the police officer’s partner in tow.

“Y/n, stop talking. Don’t say anything else. Who the hell do you think you are questioning my daughter without her lawyer present.”

“She waived her right to council, when she told me she wanted to cooperate with me.” The woman officer said smugly.

“You have nothing on her! Your probable cause is weak, so your search was unlawful as you didn’t ask for her permission. Which means that anything you found is inadmissible in court, therefore you have no case. I’m taking my daughter home, and don’t bother us a second time or I’ll have both of your badges.”

Your mom beckoned you over and you stood leaving the female officer at the table, her face contorted in rage. Your mom grabbed your wrist and steered you out of the precinct, shoving you directly into the car, that waited outside. You sat quiet for a second as your mom’s driver peeled off, you didn’t know what to say. You supposed you should thank your mom as she had never come so strongly to your defense before, but she was strangely quiet, and you didn’t know if saying something would be the thing to set her off. So, you buckled your seatbelt and tried to be as quiet as possible as she stared straight ahead not saying a word. The car ride was short and you were surprised that when you got out of the car, that your mother followed waving off her driver. You walked up to the front door with her, your hands fidgeting inside your pockets. She unlocked the door and you both walked inside, you closed the door behind you and all hell broke loose.

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING ON THAT SIDE OF TOWN WITH A CONVICTED DRUG DEALER AND DRUG MONEY IN YOUR POCKETS!”

You felt yourself visibly shrink, you were suddenly feeling ten years old. Back to the time when you were afraid of your mother, then you used to run or hide, but now, facing her was your only option in the hollow house.

“I was just…” You trailed off, you could blame it on Jason and tell her that you were just getting stuff for him and everything you had on you was his, but you knew she would just see right through you.

“You were just what, y/n?!”

“I was gonna buy weed from him, but then the cops showed up and I ran.” You rushed it all out in one breath, then looked down at your hands, not moving from your position in front of the door.

Your mother paced back in forth in front of you, her heels clacking on the wood floor, as she ran her fingers through her dark hair. You had always thought your mother had never aged, her hair was always long and jet black, her face always perfectly made up, but watching her pace and run her hands through her hair, she suddenly looked old. You started to notice the lines on her face, and the wrinkles around her eyes and forehead, which was crinkled in thought and stress. She walked over to the living room space and sat down on the arm of the couch. The open floor plan of your townhouse suddenly felt cavernous, and you were feeling as small as mouse, still standing by the front door, afraid to move.

“Y/n, I don’t even know who you are anymore? You think I can’t see you, but I do. First, you’re in the hospital because you’re not eating, and then bingeing when you do. Yes, I can hear you heaving in the middle of the night. Now, you’re out in shady areas buying drugs? I can’t help but feel like this is all because you quit ballet, and I still don’t know why you did. And you’re not helping me by not telling me! There was so many schools who wanted you, ones that offered huge scholarships and opportunities, Havilliard still calls me every day and tells me they still have a position open for you, and are ready to offer you whatever it takes. You being here is doing nothing for you at this point. I know you’ve been skipping school, I called your professors, so at this point I don’t know how else to motivate you. I’m sending you to Havilliard, it’s still early in the semester, you can still sign up for classes and do ballet, which may give you back some semblance of your life, an—,”

You cut her off, “MOM! You can’t do that I don’t want to go back to ballet! I won’t go!”

“Oh, really now? Well, what if I kick you out then. Where will you live then. You’re eighteen you should be able to support yourself.”

“Mom, what the hell? I’ll go live with dad then!”

“Oh, you’re going to go live with him and his tramp? You wouldn’t last a week with them in New York. And how would you get there? I’m sure as hell not paying for it.”

“You felt your cheeks heat, your anger rising again, but it just got shut off by your feeling of defeat. Your mom was right, you would have nothing if she kicked you out. You had no money, you never had a job in high school since all your free time was devoted to ballet. You looked around as if you would find some answer on the walls, but none surfaced. You just looked up and met your mom’s eyes.

“When Havilliard calls tomorrow I’ll tell them that they got themselves a filled spot. I’m done letting you fuck up your life.”

She walked away, her heels tapping against the wood, the sound punctured by her door slamming, and you were left in silence. Not even realizing that tears were falling down your face.

The next week had gone by in a blur. Your mother held true to her word, and let Havilliard know they had a new ballet student. The next couple days were spent with you being forcibly signed up for classes, followed by your mother assigning Lori with the job to make you start packing, or start packing for you. You resisted at first, but then after a couple hours Lori snapped at you and told you stop being a brat and be grateful that you were going to school at all. You shut up and started helping her pack and stopped protesting your mother as well. Lori was from Colombia and barely had her high school education, which made you realize how pretentious you had sounded the entire time, and now you felt you had to be as unproblematic as possible to make it up to her. When then end of the week came, it was time for you to leave. The SUV was packed and your mom’s driver was waiting in the foyer, as you stood in front of your mom. The drive to New York was long, and she couldn’t come with you because her case load had only picked up, and she had to present in court the next day. You had already said goodbye to Lori and apologized profusely for being the person you never wanted to be. Lori forgave you and filled your backpack up with snacks after she hugged you for five minutes, when she started crying you quickly gave her a kiss and walked away because you didn’t want to leave a tearstained mess. So, you stood in front of your mother, all your things packed in boxes, your room bare, except for your old ballet photos. You wanted to be mad at her, but you knew she was only doing what she thought was right, even though the thought of dancing again had you internally screaming. You set down your box that contained your ballet shoes and bridged the gap between you and your mother and hugged her tightly, before you knew it you were both crying, big heaving sobs, and your mother was stroking your head softly.

The moment was suddenly punctured by your mother’s driver clearing his throat and insisting you start on the road. Your mother kissed your cheek and told you to call her when you got there. You smiled at her, and picked up your ballet shoes, you then fidgeted with your backpack straps, and when you had nothing left to do, you left the house you’d known for the most of your life for The Big Apple.

The ride was long, but you slept most of the way, awakening only when, Dave, your driver, wanted to take a bathroom break. Twelve hours later you were standing in a dorm room unpacking your boxes, when a girl walked in. Her hair was crazy curly and she wore it in a short fro, she looked like she had just come from working out, her dark skin was glistened with sweat, and she was wearing what could only be described as ‘cool street wear’. She extended out her hand to you promptly, beaming at you.

“My name is Sharice, what’s yours?”

“My name is y/n.”

“Oh, that’s pretty! Well as you can see I’m your roommate, are you a dance major too? I do hip-hop and modern dance.”

“Oh, that’s really cool, and yeah I do ballet.”

“Ballet, wow. You must be pretty good to get into the program here. I heard it’s very competitive.”

“Well, I used to be.”

“Huh?”

“Well, I’m kind of out of shape.”

“Ha! Oh honey, I’m sorry. You better get in shape really quick then. All dance majors will be meeting together tomorrow, to go over our final project for the semester.”

“Final project? Already? I know I came late but, isn’t that like months away?!”

“Oh, it is, but I heard it’s a really big collaborative project, so they’re giving us a lot of time to work on it.”

Your eyes bugged out of your head and you suddenly felt like you were having a panic attack. You were way out of shape and if you got in there tomorrow and looked like an idiot, you were sure no one would let you live that down. Sharice was kind though and helped you move in the rest of your stuff; color-coding your closet for you as she talked about Atlanta and her family. You had a sense that you would really like her, but your mind was still preoccupied with ballet, you wanted to impress people but it had been months since you put on your pointe shoes and the thought scared you, but at this point your choices were slim to none. After all your belongings were unpacked, it was dinnertime. Sharice asked you if you wanted to go downstairs to the dining hall and eat with her and her friends, you thanked her but told her you were going to head to the dance studio and try to get a head start, she gave you a pitying gaze and informed you where to go. Since you were a dance major, they housed you and all the other ones together near the dance studios on campus, so the walk to the closest school building was no more than five blocks. When you got there, you were in awe, the first floor was a café and meeting area, the ceiling seeming to extend forever, with the walls accented by modern art. You got into the elevator and went to the second floor which opened to a comfortable lounge area that was filled with couches and tables all facing towards the floor-to-ceiling windows which made up the walls adjacent to the elevator. You made your way towards the door across the lounge area which had “Maria Laughlin Dance Studio” frosted onto the glass doors.

You walked into the room and your jaw dropped, it was the most beautiful dance studio you had ever been in. The adjacent wall had ballet bars built into the mirrors, mirroring the opposite wall, but the what really stole the show was the polished baby grand piano which stood in front of the wall of windows across the room. The city lights sparkled beyond the glass, as the cars and people bustled along the busy New York street. You suddenly felt so apart of it all, connected all at once, as you watched the city from above. You turned away from the glass to face the rest of the room, it was time to get back into shape. You shed your large hoodie that you always wore over your dance clothes and moved to stand in front of the mirror. You stared at yourself once again in your tights and leotard, your light gossamer skirt tied around your waist in a perfect bow, your hair once again slicked up into a tight bun, your baby hairs framing your face. You put on your soft ballet shoes and began your stretches, your body out of practice from your usual flexibility. After you finished you moved over to the complicated sound system that was put into the wall next to the entrance, after struggling for twenty minutes you finally figured out how to plug in your phone and you began playing your dance playlist. You started out easy going through your positions and stringing some of them together, doing soft turns, and short leaps, you were messy, as to be expected, but it felt right, spinning through the room. After an hour of that, you walked over to your duffle bag and took out your pointe shoes. You stared at them in your hands for a minute, fingering the soft satin, before you put your toe separators on, and wrapped a band-aid around your big toe then slipping your foot into the familiar shoe. You wrapped the satin ties around your ankle, and moved onto the next. You stood, your feet feeling at home, but foreign all at once, you did some simple movements around the room to get your feet used to the shoes again. You walked up to the mirror, staring yourself in the eyes and breathed deeply, the music was in crescendo, and as the piano sped up and the violins raised in enthusiasm, you inhaled sharply, bouncing off your heels into pointe position. You held your arms up over your head, holding your breath as you pivoted on your toes. You fought to keep your posture perfect, trying to stay right on the tip of the iceberg, you couldn’t let your feet bow forwards, nor bow backward, your spine needed to be aligned, shoulders back, head high. Your old instructor’s words raced in your mind, as you fought the pain in your feet, to stay on pointe. You loosed your breath and inhaled sharply again and attempted to pirouette along the mirror, you spun around once, going for twice, when you fell, hard, your body hitting the wood panels roughly.

“Oo, that had to hurt.”

You looked up and found a man standing just inside the entrance to the studio.

“Yeah, no shit,” You responded.

“Woah... Someone’s crabby.”

“Yeah, I am. Look, can you go find somewhere else to practice?”

“No can do, I use this room every night, so you can find somewhere else to practice or practice with me.”

He moved into the room, dropping his duffle onto the floor and running his hands through his hair, and pursing his thick lips.

“Well, I was here first. So, run along.”

You picked yourself off the floor, and stood, dusting off your skirt, and rearranging it.

“Well, I’ve been here longer. So, run along.”

You walked towards him, your temper rising, “Last time I checked, your name wasn’t on the door, so get lost.”

“Well, maybe it should, because then you’d know to get out of MY practice room.”

“Yours?!” You were raising your voice now, your hands balled in fists at your side, “Who the hell do you think you are?!”

“I’m Park fucking Jimin, and for the last time, get out of MY studio!”

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araceli milagros giménez ponce is a resident.

resident | columbia city | waitress at pizzuto’s | twenty-seven | female

trigger warnings (drug mention, cheating, abandonment, emotional abuse)

past

Araceli was always the sky of her father’s life — Not his sun, but his sky. Infinite, ever changing but always reminding him of home. His sky. His cielo. His everything. It is a shame, then, that Araceli’s mother never shared the same opinion or appreciation for their daughter. So much so, in fact, that after giving birth to the little girl, she decreeted she did not want her or any part of her to be involved in her life. You see, Catalina Ponce had her career all planned out — Television first, telenovelas after telenovelas of playing the antagonist until one day she would play the villain. And then movie deals would come. Organizations would want to work with her, she would have her own clothes line and design shoes for a famous creator, and in a bang launch her perfume when people would least expect it. And then more movies, more tv shows, more of the same. Her name would become a brand that people would want to buy. And an infant child had no part in her career — It would make her stuck in television shows for ever.

This was alright by Felipe. Though he had cared for Catalina, his childhood best friend and first love, he’d hoped fame would not be more important to her than family. Quickly proven wrong when she fell pregnant, he was happy living his own life with his daughter — One that Catalina would not have any part in. So he moved back to Mendoza, got a humble job in the family restaurant and taught his daughter the values of hard work from a young age. At ten, Araceli already made the cutest waitress in their little family restaurant. And yes, money was tight, but so long as his daughter had clothes on her back and friends at school, Felipe was doing his job alright. All was well.

***

“You can’t keep her from me! I am her mother!” Screams. And screams, and screams, and screams – A woman’s voice, foreign to Araceli’s ears and scaring her enough for her to take refuge on the other side of her small bedroom. And then a tall man in a suit swiftly entered, closed the door behind him softly — A swift contrast between the argument that went on two doors down, in the living room of the small apartment. She was thirteen. She should not have been scared and yet — And yet the man in the suit sensed her fears. “Araceli? I’m a friend of your mother’s.” His first words — the first words anyone had said to her ever since the strange woman (her mother?) had entered in the flat demanding Araceli be handed to her and threatening to go to court (and whatever this was about, Araceli knew her father could not afford court). “I don’t have a mother. What do you want?” “I know you’re angry. But your mother — Catalina — is here because she really needs your help. She wants the best for you too, of course, which is why you’d get paid for your work, and ——” “Paid?” A swallow, and Araceli suddenly tries standing up a little bit straighter, make herself appear more important and knowledgeable than her thirteen year old self actually was. Getting paid would be nice. It would help her dad keep the restaurant open.

***

Where life with Felipe had been humble, life with Catalina was filled with opulence, talk show interviews, and that big picture of her, her husband and two young children (and that life she’d led without Araceli) that was filling in the entrance of their house in Buenos Aires. She’d done it. Well — most of it, anyway. Thirteen years into her first child’s life and Araceli was an acclaimed actress who’d won awards for her performances both in the country and internationally (her latest movie, Lo que el tiempo nos dejó, had been critically praised by European and American media as ‘one of the best foreign films of the decade’). She’d started producing, too, putting her money to good use, and had released a make-up line which failed a couple of months afterwards (the demographic watching her shows was simply not that into buying make-up made by a celebrity). Some of her television shows had started exporting abroad, and she’d needed someone to play her daughter in the newest one, titled ‘Vecinos y enemigos’ and extremely loosely based on Romeo and Juliet.

It was just one telenovela after all, right? And then, Araceli would be back safe in Mendoza, where she belonged, using her money to help her father’s restaurant that would soon enough be hers, too. Except that the success of Vecinos y enemigos hit her hard — harder than she expected. Her mother’s friend (really, her manager, and now Araceli’s) had warned her about this, but nothing could truly prepare the teenager for this. She divided the medias (and, in turn, the country).

A lot of people loved her quirky character, praising Catalina for working with her family even on the small screen (they thought her cute, adorable, her relationship with her mother seemed ‘so genuine and trusting it showed in every scene’). There was nothing genuine or trusting in how Catalina saw and treated her daughter. But nobody needed to know that if Araceli wanted to get paid, so for the television interviews, she smiled and said ‘Well I missed my mother very much before this.’ It wasn’t technically a lie, but it was not true, either. She’d missed the idea of a mother, never Catalina.

The rest of the people thought her bland. She didn’t know how to act. And, obviously, what more could you expect from someone who’s mother got her the job? This kid wouldn’t go far. Had you seen how small she seemed, this couldn’t work great on camera. And ‘I don’t know. I really don’t like mean comments, but they’re not going to stop me from doing what I love.’ Everybody thought she meant acting. Araceli just wanted to go back home.

Yet telenovelas came and went. In the midst of it, her mother got full custody and decided it would be best to become her daughter’s agent — to keep it in the family. Araceli was a young, awkward teenager that other young, awkward teenagers easily related to — And with tv magic, she looked approachable enough that you wanted to be her friend but not enough that you thought you could actually be her friend. She was a hit, a success, a brand — Everything Catalina had hoped for herself. And then Catalina hit the motherload when Araceli was cast in ‘La Alma Frente Al Sol’.

@almafrentealsol: Quién de Alma o Rosario te va a robar el corazón en este nuevo capítulo ? Enterate hoy !

La Alma Frente Al Sol was the biggest hit of Araceli’s career. She played Alma, young teenager with a (terribly researched and completely inaccurately depicted) case of memory loss who tried to figure out her life and who she wanted to be, trying to decipher truth from lies and family from opportunists. Alma was a singer, so obviously a singing career was added to the contract.

La Alma Frente Al Sol ran for two seasons, with complimentary album and world tour for each season, and exported to twenty-six countries, with a Mexican and Chilean remake under way. And, since Catalina had been credited as producer and owned the rights to the show, when news came about of a potential adaptation by ABC for the United States, her one demand was that her daughter would also star in the American version, shot in Los Angeles. And queue the singing career in English.

And, don’t get her wrong — Araceli loved acting. She loved singing. She loved performing in front of an audience. She did not love what her mother made her do, and how little control she had on her career as an artist. Whenever she brought this up, Araceli was quickly dismissed. Mother knows best. And her father seemed so far away in pretty Mendoza. They barely even talked anymore. (Well. They talked. But it was nothing like before. He felt miles and miles and miles away, and she worried if she ever stopped her career and stopped being able to send him money, he would be entirely disappointed in her. Araceli did not want to disappoint her dad. Not ever.)

@TeenVogue: All the secrets behind ‘Sunshine Soul’, the new tv show that has us all rave! Plus, interview with its young protagonist Araceli Giménez.

Her salvation — Her little pieces of sunshine in this life — came in two.

First, her mother relented and allowed her to study drama at UCLA and take singing lessons. It would set a good example to young girls to see their role model studying and being a good person.

Second, she was dating the most amazing, kindest guy — Who had dropped everything to follow her from Buenos Aires to Los Angeles. Cruz had starred with her in the telenovela for kids that Araceli had done before ‘La Alma Frente Al Sol’, and in a case of life imitates art, Araceli had fallen head-over-heels for him. He proposes when they are twenty years-old, and she swiftly gets married to him despite her mother’s recommendations.

She loves him. She loves him. She loves him.

He does not.

The truth is that Cruz has not had any auditions ever since their last job together, and being now married to an international star gives him the credibility he needs to start his own entertainment business. He stars asking more and more favors of her. She gets scared. They divorce. Her name gets dragged around the mud by TMZ, but the heartache is worst. Perhaps mother really does know best.

@TMZ: Araceli Gimenez caught cheating with a married man?! More likely than you think!

She graduates, gets a small role in her first blockbuster film and a starring role in a romantic comedy casting her yet again as the ‘approachable but not too much’ character. Her music career is doing fine, too. She’s just changed labels, trusting a younger and more dynamic producer to take care of her first real solo album. It’s a hit.

Also a hit? Her relationship with the producer. Mark Cartwright is tall, good looking, seven years her elder and makes her feel like she is the most important person in the world. He tells her he is about to divorce (he lies). She tells him she’ll support him (she tells the truth). Their relationship seems sweet, candid — Filled with emotions and care and being with him (entirely with him, in any sense of the term) feels more right than it ever did with Cruz.

And then, they’re caught at a restaurant. Tabloids splatter her face on the front page and call her a homewrecker. And she wants to leave, she really does — except that she finds out she is pregnant, and he divorces his wife to propose. She doesn’t want to forgive him (she wants the child, but is not sure she wants Mark) but her mother and her label affirm not doing so could be disastrous for her future project.

@catalinaponce: It’s a boy! Les deseo muchas felicidades a mi hijita mia y su nueva familia. @enews: Welcome to the world, Nicolás Cartwright! Araceli and Mark are glowing in straight-out-of-the-hospital pictures.

They get married.

@broadwaycom: Araceli Giménez announced to join the cast of Chicago!

She wants to move to New York. She really does. New York would be fun, and she would get to experience singing and acting in a way that will finally feel right to her. People want her in New York — And her mother tells her that this is only true because she is a money-making machine, and that a musical will not look great on her resume (especially not Chicago. Couldn’t she get Wicked? Catalina could have worked with Wicked).

For the first time in all her life, Araceli tells her mother that no matter what she says, her daughter is going to New York. Catalina disagrees. Mark disagrees. The producers of the new movie she is about to shoot disagree. Her label disagrees — her second album is about to be released, one Araceli was able to get more involved in through song writing, and they need her for the tour. Araceli divorces Mark and tries to prepare the best for disappointing everyone else.

And then scandals leaks in the tabloids.

@broadwaycom: Giménez backs out of Chicago deal. Find out more in this exclusive statement by the show’s producers. @enews: Whatever happened to Cielo? Argentina’s child star and USA’s latest sweetheart set for rehab? Read on to find out!

None of this is true — The rehab, the addiction, the fact she is a terrible role model or that her divorce with Mark was due to her own chronic infidelity. Lies. Lies. Lies. And everyone believes them as far as the media are concerned. Araceli is ruined. The producers of Chicago kindly give her the option to back out (a more respectful way of being fired). Catalina wants to send her away abroad, somewhere people won’t know her as much and where she can spend her days quietly before making a strong comeback. Araceli does not want any of that.

She wants to go home.

She can’t go home again.

@cielogimenez: Les desfraude demasiado ya, y durante hace demasiado tiempo. @cielogimenez: A todos los que me apoyarón, el más fuerte de los agradecimiento. Lo siento. No puedo más. @cielogimenez: I’m sorry. I lied. I can’t do this. Thank you all for the love and support. You are all the brightest stars there is.

She leaves her mother with a copy of her second album, highlighting one of the songs on the leaflet and writing ‘if you think this song is about you, it is’.

She and Nicolás move to Seattle. And she knows her life will catch up to her eventually — She just hopes for later, rather than sooner.

present

Seattle isn’t that far from Los Angeles, in hindsight. And maybe this was a poor choice. Maybe her mother will barge in at some point, or someone will recognize her and a media storm will explode, and she is not ready for this (not now, not yet, perhaps not ever). For all of her sociable and supportive nature, she has never been encouraged to face her own problems head-on. So she gets here and she panics. She panics and she gets new identity cards for her and her son — new name, new backstory, new curriculum vitae. Nico keeps his first name, but he becomes Nicolás Salgado, and Araceli starts going by Malena. A fake name, a fake story, a fake life, and a job as a waitress at Pizzuto’s obtained through all of that. Araceli Giménez was always a good actress, after all.

personality

Araceli is not the person you’ve seen on your screens. Formerly lively and opinionated, her years in the entertainment industry have left her not quite sure of who she is or what her values are anymore. Confused would therefore be the first word coming to mind to anyone who truly knows Araceli. She finds it hard to think for herself — Finally in a way that would matter and have an impact on her life. She also finds it hard to be honest — So she puts on her bright smile and becomes the great neighbor, the perfect friend, the amazing role model, the girl that seems approachable but not approachable enough that you would ever feel like you could become her friend (no matter how much you might want to). It is a pattern hard for her to break, no matter how hard she tries.

But here is what Araceli does know about herself: She cares about her son (and potentially, this caring nature could extend to other people were she to learn how to trust them); her trust is not gained easily (even before, especially now); she finds humor is best when served sarcastic; she much prefer a smooth or acoustic song and lyrics that matter to a lot of what she used to sing (her last album is the exception to the rule); she is not afraid to work hard even though she is not quite sure what she wants to work in; she is avoidant at best when it comes to commitment; she is not Alma (no matter how much she wishes she could be); she is not the horrible person the tabloids paint her at either (maybe she is somewhere in the middle?); she is careful and dependable and responsible and really could use a good night out to let things go if she had any friends she trusted enough for that; she is a better mother than hers was; she hates cilantro.

a little more…

❝ the only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be. ❞

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OS: Tera Mera Pyar- our journey Neil was sitting in his room alone. He was still in the shock after what happened in the court. He was desperately fighting for the custody of his daughter Keya, the only hope of his life. But God had decided to bereave him of this happiness too. When it seemed that he was winning the case the shocking turn of events has left everyone stunned. Suddenly Ritwik had turned up in the court claiming that Keya was his daughter hence her custody cannot be given to Neil. He showed judge not only some intimate photos of Isha and him confirming their affair but also had DNA report which left no doubt that Keya was indeed his daughter. As a result the judge had granted divorce to Neil on his terms but since Neil was not biological father he had not got the custody of Keya. He was under the shock as he didn’t know what to do next? Whom to believe? The truth he lived all his life…his dream….his daughter Keya…was the biggest lie. Neil was lost in his thoughts when Mini came in the room. “I know what has happened today is difficult to accept but take it positively. Now you don’t have any string attached to your past. You can move on in life. Start your life afresh. ”Mini said as she took his hand in hers. “My daughter was my only hope. Now even if I want to move on with whom I’ll do that? Kaun hai jiske liye jiyu…jisko paane ki ichha rakhu?” Neil asked directly looking into Mini’s eyes. Ever since he had told Mini about his past Mini had friend zoned him. Suddenly all their moments, their eye locks were hurting her. He was yearning for her love and she was busy distancing herself from him. He didn’t even know what changed suddenly? He didn’t cheat her in any way. He told her the whole truth before confessing his love. He could understand that it was too much to take in but he had full confidence in Mini that she would understand his situation. After all her mom Babita went through same phase and she not only supported her mom but also remarried her to Hanuman Uncle. But Mini after knowing the truth was behaving as if she never loved him. All that happened between them was nothing but friendly gestures. She use to stress the word ‘friend’ whenever she talked with him. When her mom tried to persuade her to not go to Delhi with him Mini had replied that its her duty as his friend to stand by him in every tough situation. Her mom had forbade him from confessing his love to Mini but he had thought that there was no need of confession. Mini could sense him and his love but this ‘friend’ tag had irritated him to the core. So now he wanted answers. “You can nurture new dreams, meet new people in life. Don’t give up hope.” Mini replied after fighting a lot with her emotions. She wanted to shout out that Neil should live for her. Start a fresh life with her. But ever since she got to know his past she understood that he was not in love with her. He had his family, his wife, his daughter….all those memories in his house in Delhi. Maybe he needed emotional support as he was alone that’s why he unknowingly came near her and she took it as his love. The truth was her love was always one sided. When he had told her about his life, marriage in details and how his marriage broke Mini had again got a hope that he wanted to move on but then he never confessed his love. Her mom Babita who came to know about her feelings towards Neil had tried to make her understand several times that Neil had a love marriage. Her wife was his first love and he will never forget her even if he gets divorce. But Mini’s heart had refused to believe. She knew he had moved on in life and don’t love Isha anymore but then the fact the he hadn’t confessed his love for her was bothering her and made her feel that he doesn’t love her. “Mini...I…want to …say something….” Neil started finally gathering up his courage to confess his feelings but just then Babita interrupted them. Babita looked at Mini angrily and then at their entwined hands. Mini quickly left his hand and stood up from his bed. “Mini, Arya is calling you. She is saying that she will only drink milk from your hands. Please go and handle her.” said Babita to send Mini away. “But mom right now…” Mini tried to say no but Babita didn’t let her complete. “Offo Mini chali ja na…tujhe pata hai na teri chhutanki kitni ziddi hai.” Babita said and pushed Mini from the door. When she was sure that Mini is out of earshot she turned towards Neil, “Look Neil, whatever happened with you is very unfortunate and we sympathize with you but now that every thing is sorted I want you to leave this haveli.” Babita said directly without beating around the bush. “What? Why?” asked Neil shocked. “What will you do now here? Mini ki feelings ke bare mein to tum jante hi ho. Pehle to usko rokne ke liye tumhara past tha but ab toh wo bhi nahi hai….aise mein tum yaha rahoge toh Mini ko kaise rok paungi tumhare kareeb aane se? Isliye it will be better if you leave this place.” Babita explained her problem. “But that’s exactly my point. Previously you were against our relationship and forbade me from confessing my love because I was still not divorced but now everything is finished related to my past. Not only I got divorce but it turned out that Keya was also not my daughter. I don’t have any string attached to the past now. I was thinking that now I will confess my feelings to Mini and we will start fresh.” Neil tried to make her understand. “So what if you got divorced? Mini will always be a second woman in your life. My daughter is young. She has a bright future. She can get anyone then why she should settle for a divorcee?” asked Babita. “Is life some kind of competitio nto you…lets see who’s daughter gets best husband…is that so? Yes I was married but now I am divorced and I had moved on 5 years ago from Isha. I love Mini. She loves me then what is the problem?” Neil again made a desperately attempt to make her understand. “How you can be so sure that she loves you? Has she ever said that?” Babita inquired. “No, she never said anything but nor did I. We can sense each other. I know she loves me. She is not saying it because she may be confuse what I really want and then all this court drama…there was no time for a love confession.” Neil answered. “Toh jo kaha nahi gaya use hamesha ke lye unkaha hi rehne do…..koi jarurat nahi hai Mini ko kuch kehne ki….chale jao yaha se….meri beti ke aage puri life padi hai abhi..tum kyu uski life kharab karna chahte ho?” Babita requested. “Did you ask your daughter once what she wants?” Neil questioned. “Not needed. She is not mature enough to know whats right or wrong for her. Its my duty to think about her future.” Babita replied. “What if she comes to me and confess her love for me?” Neil asked.“That will never happen.” Babita said with confidence. “Ok, aap chahti hain na main chala jaun yaha se….theek hai chala jaunga…kal hi….kyunki ab main bhi thak gaya hoon is sab se….chahta toh main bhi yahi hoon ki Mini hamare rishte ko ye dosti ke parde se na dhake aur ise wo naam de jo sach mein hum dono ek dusre ke liye feel karte hain…..theek hai…main kal hi chala jaunga….aur khuch nahi kahunga apni feelings ke bare mein usko….lekin agar usse pehle khud Mini ne agar apna pyar accept kar liya tab….then I am sorry…main nahi rok paunga khud ko sach kehne se.” Neil said as he prepared himself for the greatest gamble of his life. “Don’t worry, tum jaane ki taiyaari karo Mini wont confess her love first….She is my daughter….call it her ego or whatever….she will never confess her feelings first.” Babita accepted the challenge. Next day Neil announced that he will be leaving haveli forever in the evening. Babita smiled in victory but Mini was shocked. “Why you want to leave Neil?” Mini asked. “Why should I stay? For whom?” Neil had counter questioned. Mini was left speechless after that. He was right. What would he gain living here? She wanted to say that she love him but then thought what difference her one sided love will make in his decision. So she left the place quietly. Mini tried but failed to maintain her calm. Her heart was beating with jet speed ever since she heard Neil say that he will leave in the evening. Mini was restless. She decided she cant stay in haveli anymore as she felt suffocated and went to meet Preet. She decided she will spend all her time in Preet’s house and will only go back at night. This way she wouldn’t have to see Neil leaving. Babita on the other hand smiled in triumph as she looked Mini leaving for Preet’s house and Neil accepted his defeat. He closed his eyes and let his tears fall for his unfulfilled love. He started to pack his bags. Mini was anxious and was pacing here and there in Preet’s room. “Mini. calm down.You wont get anything like this. If you love Neil so much than why you are letting him go? Stop him. Say that you love him.” Preet advised. “But I don’t know if he loves me or not and whether he will stay if I ask him.” Mini shared her doubt. “Oye Mini, don’t use your brain. Ye dil ki baatein hain….tu bas apne dil ki sun…tujhe kya lagta hai…tumhare beech ab tak jo kuch hua kya wo sirf ek friendship thi usse jyada kuch nahi?” Bobby asked as he entered in the room.“But he never said….”Mini began telling but Bobby interrupted her. “Ok, don’t confess your love but atleast go to the haveli. I am coming from there. Neil is all set to go. He was as restless as you. Kam se kam usko last bar bye toh bolde.” Bobby said. “No…I…cant….” Mini stammered but this time Preet stopped her.“Why? Are you afraid that you will become weak in front of him?” Preet taunted. “No way Preet kaure…..I am a strong girl…itni mushkile jheli hai maine itni pareshaniyo ka saamna kiya hai…phir ye pyar vyar kya cheez hai….ye bhi seh sakti hoon…mujhe koi fark nahi padega Neil ko jate hue dekh kar.” Mini said with confidence. “Ok, then prove it. Lets go to haveli and say him bye.” Bobby said as he looked to Preet and winked at her s their plan to trigger Mini was successful. Mini came back to haveli with Bobby and Preet. Babita was tensed to see Mini back but as everyone was there she couldn’t say anything. Everyone, Mini and her friends, Babita, Hanuman, Naeem bi, Arya , Dadu Biji, Rani were standing in the living hall to see off Neil. Arya was crying continuously, “Mumma please Neil ko jaane se rok lo na…wo kyu jaa raha hai hume chhod kar?” asked Arya innocently. “Shut up, bado ke beech mein nahi bola karte.” Babita chided her. Neil came out with his bags. Mini took a deep breath to control her heart which she felt was sinking. Mini kept looking at Neil as he one by one said goodbye to everyone. Mini turned around and ran upstairs as she couldn’t stand there anymore. Preet ran after her. Neil saw her going and he felt bad she didn’t even wait to say him bye. “Mini, what happened? Yaha kyu aa gayi?” asked Preet. “Because I am not a strong girl….I cant see him going…its hurting me….my heart is bleeding…I thought I could bear it but cant take it any more.” Mini wailed. Just then they heard the sound of a car’s horn. Preet looked outside window and saw a cab has come and Neil was putting his luggage into it. “Mini, Neil is going….dont you want to see him last time….baat mat karna…durr se dekh lena.” Preet suggested. Mini nodded in yes as finally the fact that Neil will be gone in few minutes sunk in. Mini ran out of the room. She came to the stairs and watched Neil taking out his luggage one by one. Mini kept looking him as if transfixed into the moment. Suddenly she saw herself leaving the house in place of Neil as she remembered the moment when she went to Australia leaving her parents. Mini was rooted to her place as whole scene played before her eyes like a movie. She saw herself leaving, tears in her eyes…desperate plea of her heart that her babes and Hanuman uncle should stop her somehow and same desperate pleading in their hearts that somebody stop their daughter from going. But none of them listened to their heart. Mini left the house. Then scene shifted to her lonely days in Australia…how she missed her family…then that fateful day when she was in Manali and she got the news that her parents have met with an accident. How she spend whole night in hospital praying for their well being. She remembered the panic she experienced when doctor said that it was very difficult to save them. Mini had hugged all her friends and said that she loves them as she felt that feelings should not be kept bottled up. One should say it when they have time because we don’t know anything about life. Later doctor has informed them that Babita and Hanuman were out of danger. Mini had sighed in relief and the very first thing she did was to tell them how much she loved them. The flash back finished and Mini came out of trance. She looked at Neil and realized that she is again going to make the same mistake. Neil was about to go with the last bag when Mini shouted, “Neil, ruk jao please.” Neil turned around to look at Mini. She came running to him and threw herself at him. Neil at first was taken aback but then finally hugged her back. “Don’t go Neil…please don’t go. You said you don’t have any reason to stay…this is not true…stay for me…I love you Neil…I love you so much….I know you only consider me as your friend but please give a chance to this relationship….please stay for me….main janti hoon mujhe tumhe rokne ka koi haq nahi hai….” Mini trailed off as Neil put a finger on her lips. “Tumhe hi toh saare haq hain Mini….mujhe rokne ka…mujhe pyar karne ka….mere sath life spend karne ka….because I love you too….I have always loved you but couldn’t say anything because of my past.” Neil also confessed his love. Both of them hugged each other tightly not even bothering about the other people present in the room. Arya looked at them and blushed. She hid her face in her mumma’s dupatta. Bobby whistled for them while Preet cheered. Naeem bi blessed them. Hanuman Singh just smiled looking at them but Babita was fuming with anger. “Ye nahi ho sakta…ye rishta mujhe manjoor nahi hai.” Babita said as she pulled Mini away from Neil. “What are you saying babes? Why you cant accept this relationship?” asked Mini surprised. “Because he is a divorcee. Society will always call you a home breaker and second woman in his life.” Babita made her point clear and Dadu Biji supported her. Before Mini could say anything Hanuman Singh spoke,“Makaan malkin ji..ye kya ulti seedhi baatein kar rahi hain aap? Aapki jagah aur koi hota toh main samajh sakta tha par aap….aapne toh khud jhela hai aisi situation ko…aap toh jaanti hain…samajhti hain sab.” “Meri baat alag thi. Aapki pehli patni ki death ho chuki thi siliye mujhpe koi ghar todne ka iljaam nahi laga paaya….aur phir Mini mere sath thi…ek bacchi ki maaka ka hath aur kaun tham ta? Par Mini abhi young hai unmarried hai aur iske aage puri zindagi padi hai…ise toh koi bhi ladka mil jayega phir ise divorcee se hi kyu shadi karni hai?” Babita asked. “Nigodi, kaisi baatein kar rahi hai? Shadi na hui mano majaak ho gaya….Neil divorcee hai to kya hua…kya wo ek achha insaan nahi hai? Tujhe life mein dusra mauka mila toh kya Neil ko uska haq nahi hai?” Naeem bi tried to make her understand. “But why should Mini make compromise in life to give second chance to Neil. He is free to move on in life but why we marry off our grand daughter to him?” asked Dadu. “Waah ji waah…matlab Bhagat Singh paida ho lekin apne nahi padosi ke ghar mein….kya logic hai aap logo ka….jab Babita ji ki dusri shadi ki baat aayi thi toh aapne bada support kiya tha…kyu…kyunki aapke khud ke bête ne inhe dhoka diya tha…aapke sar par wo paap ka bojh tha jise aap utarna chahte the inka ghar phirse basa ke…tab toh aapne badi badi baatein ki thi…meri tareefe ki thi main bahut mahaan hoon jo aapki bahu aur poti ko apna raha hoon….ab jab aapki poti kisi ladke ko wahi mauka dena chahti hai to wo compromise ho gaya aapke liye? Kyu?” matlab aapko kisi ko dusra maka dene se aitraaz nahi hai bas apne ghar ki beti aisa kare usse problem hai." Hanuman Singh asked the logical question. “Our case was different. I was divorced. You were a widower so we were kind of equal.” Babita expressed her hesitation. “Really babes? Is there a rule that a divorcee or widower should only re marry a girl who is also either divorcee or widow? It’s not about divorce or second marriage babes….you are missing the whole point here….its about giving second chances to life….Some people are lucky enough to find their soulmate in first attempt while others are not. Neil was not the lucky one. He loved Isha and it turned out to be a mistake….then he met me…we are soul mate babes….made for each other….koi fark nahi padta ki Neil ki shadi ho chuki hai ek bar….he is legally free to start his life again.” Mini explained. “But…society…” Babita again tried to argue but Hanuman Singh requested her, “Makaan Malkin ji bas karo….bahut ho gaya ab…society ke darr se aap kab tak apna aur apne parivar ka nuksaan karte rahoge….ye Veer Balika sari life apke sath khadi rahi…ladti rahi is society se…ab aapki bari hai…ise support karne ki usi society ke against….aapko dikhai nahi deta kya…ye dono bacche kitna pyar karte hain ek dusre se….ho jane do inhe ek….de do apna aashirwaad….aapko mere pyar ki kasam.” Hanuman said as he took Babita’s hands in his and pleaded again. “Haan, mumma ho jane do na Veer Balika aur Geanie ki shadi.” Arya also requested. Babita saw Mini and Neil and determination in their eyes. Finally Babita had to agree. She looked at Mini. she could see happiness in her eyes so Babita decided to finally let go of her fears. “But, I will only allow Neil here if you two are ready to get marry as soon as possible.”Babita said and everyone agreed to her. Soon dates of Miniel wedding were fixed for next week. Babita didn’t want to give any chance to the society to say anything against Mini. So she asked Neil to shift at Bobby’s house for a week. Mini and Neil’s haldi ceremony came. Haveli was decorated with yellow flowers and everyone was wearing a yellow dress for the event. Mini was sitting in the middle of the hall wearing light yellow sleevless salwar kurta. Everyone put haldi on Mini while Arya emptied the whole utensil fill of haldi on Mini stating that she will look very beautiful after it. Mini ran in the whole house after Arya to catch her. When she finally did she took her in her arms and colored her with the haldi too. After haldi Mehndi ceremony was the next, “Toh Mini, kya likhwayegi ke apne haatho par? Janu, darling ya honey?” Preet teased her. “Iski koi jarurat nahi hai…simply Neil likh do chalega.” Mini replied. “Where should I write it?” asked Preet. “Write anywhere but cover it with complicated design so that he wont be able to find it.” Answered Mini. “Why?” asked Preet. “Arre you don’t know? It’s a ritual yaar. He has to find his name on my hands on our first night and if he win I have to gift him something.” Mini explained. “Then I should write it very large and clear so that he will find it quickly.” Said Preet. “But why? you wantme to lose?” asked Mini. “Arre stupid agar jyada hi chhupa diya toh kahi aisa na ho ki wo bechara puri raat apna naam hi dhundta reh jaye aur kuch kar hi na paye.” Preet laughed while Mini hit her playfully. After Mehndi Sangeet ceremony. Neil and Mini both were present in Haveli. Suddenly lights were off and flash light fall on Babita. She was dressed in typical Punjabi Patiala suit of Pink and contrast orange. Mini looked at her as music started to play and she began to dance. All light came back and song started- Mehndi hai rachnewaaliHaathon mein gehri laaliKahe sakhiyaan ab kaliyaanHaathon mein khilnewaali hainTere mann ko jeevan koNayi khushiyaan milne waali haiO hariyali bannoLe jaane tujhko guiyaanAane waale hai saiyaanTha amenge aake baiyaanGoonjegi shehnaayiAngnaayi angnaayi Babita danced to the beats as she put her hands on her waist and moved it with the rhythm. Mini looked at her babes and couldn’t stop her happy tears. It was true that she would have married Neil even if everyone else opposed it but marrying the love of your life with the support of family was something every girls dreams of. Babita pulled Biji, Naeem bi, Preet, Rani and Arya with her on the dance floor and all of them danced together in same steps celebrating Mini’s happiness. Gaaye maiya aur mausiGaaye behna aur bhabhiKe mehndi khil jaayeRang laaye hariyaali banniGaaye phoofi aur chaachiGaaye naani aur daadiKe mehndi mann bhaayeSaj jaaye hariyaali banniMehndi roop sanwaareO mehndi rang nikhaare hoHariyaali banni ke aanchalMein utrenge taareinMehndi hai rachnewaaliHaathon mein gehri laaliKahe sakhiyaan ab kaliyaanHaathon mein khilnewaali hainTere mann ko jeevan koNayi khushiyaan milnewaali hai Soon their dance was over and everyone started cheering for Mini and Neil to perform on the song. Though Neil initially tried to say no but then he looked at Mini who pleaded him to say yes, Neil agreed. He asked for Mini’s hand and took her to the middle of the hall. The song started to play- Main Agar Saamne Aa Bhi Jaaya KaroonLaazmi Hai Ki Tum Mujhse Parda KaroApni Shaadi Ke Din Ab Nahin Door HaiMain Bhi Tadpa Karoon Tum Bhi Tadpa Karon Neil turned Mini and pulled her towards him with a jerk but Mini brought her duppatta between them uing it as a veil. Neil turned around but then Mini stopped him dropping her veil Badi Mushkil Hai Yeh Mera Dil HaiBadi Mushkil Hai Yeh Mera Dil HaiTum Hi Kaho Kaise Mein Chup Rahoo Neil again tried to hug her when Mini pushed him playfully and tried to run. Neil hold her choti and pulled it a little to tease her. Mini became angry and warned him to leave her choti Satane Ke Manane Ke Yeh Din Hai Aazmaane KeZara Samjha Karo Dilbar Tumhe Meri Kasam Mini came towards him and slowly freed her choti from his hold. Neil held her by waist and Mini was lost in his eyes. She wanted to hug him and kiss him but she knew everyone was present here so she just kept looking in his eyes longingly Yehi Meri Hai Majboori Sahi Jaaye Na Ab DooriMera Kya Haal Hai Kaise Bataaon Sanam Neil turned her around and hugged her from behind as they swayed with the music.Neil held her hand and moved it upwards then closed it in a promise. Zameen Hogi Gagan Hoga Tera Mera Milan Hoga Main Agar Tum Se Nazren Milaaya KaronLaazmi Hai Ki Tum Mujhse Parda Karo Apni Shaadi Ke Din Ab Nahin Door HaiMain Bhi Tadpa Karoon Tum Bhi Tadpa Karon Babita could see her daughter was so much in love with Neil and he too seemed totally engrossed in her love. She wiped her tears as she first time felt the depth of their feelings and realized that they were indeed made for each other and she could not have seperated them. Finally the day of their marriage came. Neil was sitting in the mandap wearing cream colour sherwani and indo western pants. He had red turban on his head. Panditji called for bride. Babita came in Mini’s room to take her to the mandap. Mini was dressed in red lenhga with golden border. Her hair was tied in a high bun and she was wearing heavy work golden dupatta on her head. Babita took som ekajal and put it around Mini’s ear, “Kahi nazar na lag jaye meri Minni ko.” Babita said as she had happy tears in her eyes. Mini hugged her babes, “Thank you babes for agreeing for this marriage.” Mini sobbed. “Offo Veer Balika, mumma aap log kitna rote ho…Veer Balika tumhara pura makeup kharab ho jayega phir Neil tumse shadi nahi karega.” Arya said as she tried to drag them to the mandap. Mini and Babita both laughed at her antics. Mini saw Arya was just looking like her replica or small version of her in exact same kind of lehnga and dupatta. Babita held Mini’s one hand while Arya held her other hand and they both took her to the mandap. Neil saw his bride and forgto to breathe. She was looking gorgeous in that red lehnga her ethereal beauty was captivating him in its charm. She came and sat on his left side. Both of them looked at each other and panditji started chanting mantras. Panditji called Hanuman for kanyadan. He came and completed the rituals as he handed over Mini’s hand to Neil, “Waise toh ye meri VeerBalika hai par kabhi kabhi na bahut emotional ho jati hai….kamjor pad jati hai.Tum iska hamesha sath dena. Ise sari mushkilo se bachakar rakhna.” Hanuman said and wiped his tears. “Don’t worry, apni jaan se bhi jyada sambhal kar rakhunga aapki Veer Balika ko.” Neil promised. After that panditji asked Neil to fill Mini’s mang and tie mangal sutra around her neck. Neil did that all the while looking into Mini’s eyes. Their eyes communicated their emotions for each other. Words were not needed at that moment. Soon they stood up to take seven pheras and became man and wife. They took the blessings of all elders. Babita brought Mini to her room. “I know you are nervous. Every girl goes from this situation. But you have to trust your love and don’t let your fears overshadow your mind as you are starting your new life today.” Babita said and Mini nodded nervously. Just then Neil came in the room. He knocked at the door to gain their attention. “Neil, come…I was about to..go” Babita said and started to leave when Arya came running there. “Mumma today I will sleep with Veer Balika and Neil.” Arya declared. Babita gasped while Mini and Neil laughed. “Arya, no baccha you cannot sleep here. Come lets go.” Babita tried to take her away but Arya was adamant not ot go anywhere. Finally Babita had to promise her that she will allow Arya to eat her favorite chocolates for one whole week to make her leave the room. Neil closed the door and prayed now nobody would disturb them. He came close to Mini. She turned around nervously and gripped the railing of bed to control her heart which started beating so loud and fast that she feared Neil would hear it. Neil turned her around and made her look into his eyes. “Thank you so much, for coming into my life….for saving me from darkness and fulfilling my life with bright rays of happiness.” Neil said and kissed her forehead. Soon Mini lose her inhibition and closed her eyes to savor the feeling and his closeness.Finally they were together with the blessings of her parents and now nobody could sepearte them or point finger on their relation. From now on they will live every moment in each others arms. Mini hugged him and they kept standing like that for some time trying to revel in the feeling that their love won at the end. The journey of their love was completed today. Neil pulled Mini and cupped her face. Mini dropped. her eyelids understanding whats going on in his mind. Neil leaned down and kissed her on the lips marking the beginning of their togetherness. Mini lost herself in his love filled kiss and started responding him. Neil lifted her up and took her to the bed to claim her as his bride in every sense. The End. Anjali0111

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