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godscountryrp · 1 year ago

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the final girls support group

In the fall of 1969, ten youngsters -- aged 12 to 19 -- entered the woods at the edge of town in Slaughter Holler. By dawn the next morning, only six came back out again. The specifics of what happened that night have never been publicly released, with rumor persisting over the years as to what went down and why it is that no one has shared any of the details in twenty-four years.

Or, rather -- why police and town officials kept it all under wraps.

Enter the Slaughter Holler Six, the survivors of that fateful night. Initially, the six of them -- brought together by shared trauma and the futility of getting anyone to listen to them -- did their best to be heard, sharing their story and cooperating with the investigation from the beginning, even when some were told not to, that the police were not their friends.

How right those naysayers were.

Over the years, they got chased out of Slaughter Holler altogether; some moving to bigger towns in Kentucky or else as far away from their hometown as they could get. But the recent disappearances, the continuing cycle of trauma and damning secrets, has brought each of them back. For closure, to help, to make sure Slaughter Holler doesn't stay mired in the dark.

PAM BISHOP 38 • private investigator • ruth negga taken by ellie even before the night that launched her and the others into town infamy, pamela's life was already the turbulent one. her home life was difficult, complicated by the political climate of her childhood years ... and the less than savory activities behind closed doors. perhaps she found kindred spirits amongst the rest of the group that went into the woods that fateful night -- with them, she was free. free to be angry, to wail at the moon, to lean on someone who wouldn't hurt her... but as pressure mounted as the weeks and months and years wore on, she found herself alone in the world again -- and made the call to leave before anyone else could leave her, though not without a parting gift from jesse howard. she returned to slaughter holler to settle her mother's estate alongside her half-sister, daughter in tow... only to discover that things never do change here. hired by the families, she's something of a thorn in the local pd's side -- but as they would tend to say, she's just doin' her job.

CAROL MORGAN 42 • open occupation • eliza dushku • open even back when everything went down, carol was always something of the protector of the group. quietly fierce, staunchly loyal, and a natural-born leader, everyone in town had been talking for years that she was made for something bigger than slaughter holler -- that if given half a chance to get the hell out of dodge, she ought to take it. and she had every intention of doing so, working tirelessly both in school and at her job as a grocer, saving up everything she could spare so she could go to one of the handful of colleges that had accepted her. things took a turn, of course, that chilly fall night out in the woods. most of the others have credited her with how they got out of there alive. the first to leave slaughter holler, she's not looked back once, cutting ties in a way that was at once understandable yet hurtful for the rest. but when news broke about the disappearances, she dropped everything to go back to slaughter holler, and the floodgates won't seem to close again.

JESSE HOWARD 41 • open occupation • boyd holbrook • open jesse was always something of a troublemaker -- somewhere between mischievous and malicious, though the targets of his darker, meaner "jokes" tended to be the ones who turned their cruelty on everyone. like the rest of his family, he came up on the wrong side of the tracks, with just about everyone in slaughter holler ready to write him and his lot off completely, but in the classmates he'd gone into the woods with, he found people who didn't judge him, didn't think less of him for his hand-me-downs and rougher nature. where carol was the brains, he was the brawn, quite literally carrying others out of the woods and back to safety. of the slaughter holler six, his account of that night brushed off by most in town. it was in pam bishop that he found a kindred spirit and a willing ear, the two of them forming a brief but mostly-happy relationship. when she left, he was devastated, shutting down and eventually leaving town. the newest string of disappearances has pulled him back in, and he's already been putting the pieces together -- and in between trying to reconcile his trauma and help others out, he's coming to grips with the fact that he's been a father this whole time.

JOHNNY PIKE 34 • open occupation • kiowa gordon • open

the youngest of the slaughter holler six, johnny wasn't even supposed to be out there in the woods that fateful night -- but he was, and so he is as part of the story as the rest. brought up by a single mother as one of the handful of indigenous people in slaughter holler, johnny's life has never been easy -- but until that awful night, it was good. never put in a place to question his momma's love for him, a small handful of friends... all simple things, but important. carried out of the woods by jesse howard, johnny became his shadow -- and so once pam and jesse had left town, johnny was left... devastated. with fewer and fewer people to talk to, johnny shifted inward, a self-made hermit out on the edge of town, barely recognizable by anyone, including his mom. the last to leave, and the first to return after the disappearances began, johnny finally feels as though he has a purpose again, a fire in his heart that borders on self-destruction in the name of helping other people. he's got the spirit, but his execution leaves a little something to be desired... and a small part of him can't help but selfishly be glad for the group getting back together, even in spite of the circumstances.

RICKY ALVAREZ 43 • open occupation • oscar isaac • open as the eldest of the slaughter holler six, ricky was always the odd one out: he grew up more or less on the right side of the tracks, tightly-wound even as a teen -- though that might have had a little something to do with just how overbearing his parents were. reserved but prone to bouts of panic and heightened emotion, ricky held it together that fateful night -- and only broke down once the dust had settled. though he wasn't the first to leave town, he was the first to stop talking to police, the first to refuse to say anything more about what had happened. despite twenty-odd years of hanging onto oft-misplaced guilt, ricky made a decent life for himself up in new york city, holding his own with the help of a veritable cocktail of medications meant to help him with his anxiety, ptsd, and recurring nightmares. the most recent return to slaughter holler, it was only after a late-night phone call with pamela that he made the decision to return, their friendship picking up where it left off -- though not without its strain, not without the baggage of abandonment issues and trauma bonds.

LAURA DOTSON 34 • open occupation • logan browning • open just shy of being the youngest of the group, laura's involvement was purely by accident. sneaking out after dark and following her cousin out to the woods, it was only because the elder of the two didn't want to get in trouble with their parents that laura was allowed to stay. years later, she often wonders just how different things might have turned out had her late cousin not been so worried about whether or not he'd get grounded. twenty-plus years on, and it's been a near-constant refrain of shoulda, coulda, woulda regarding that night. still -- there are some things that almost made the whole thing worthwhile. what was less worthwhile was being all but chased out of town, her family making the decision to move to lexington during her last year of high school. the move proved to be for the best, in retrospect, given that few people there knew of her baggage, and even fewer were inclined to judge her for it. she's enjoyed her fair share of success over the years -- between graduating summa cum laude from the university of kentucky for both her bachelor's and master's, and diving headfirst into her field of study -- and has been hesitant to put herself back in slaughter holler... but return she has, for better or worse.

#god's country #god's country rp #wanted characters #canon characters #the slaughter holler six #preview

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aconites · 2 years ago

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𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @fearhidden.

𝘽𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍 hometown after being gone for over six months was strange, to say the least. alex, of course, had been welcomed back by her mother with open arms — questions about her whereabouts and why’d she left in the first place were quickly dropped when she saw the look on her face and she was grateful she didn’t have to make up another lie as to what had happened. she wanted to move on, to be the girl that she was before leaving and she would do everything in her power to do so. over a week had passed since her arrival and the one person she so badly wanted to see was also the one she was trying to avoid. she hadn’t seen shep since the morning after they had slept together, right before he left to go out of town for a few weeks due to an emergency. before leaving, they had promised to talk about everything when he got back but circumstances ( like two little pink lines ) had gotten in the way of that. there hadn’t been a day since they’d been apart that she hadn’t missed him, but she still couldn’t find it in herself to be brave enough to pick up the phone and contact him. so, she put all her attention into moving into her new apartment instead. it was a small two-bedroom unit downtown that had been available when she came back home and that she’s spent the last few days unpacking in. her daughter’s nursery items and other memorabilia were stuffed into two boxes and hidden away from sight in the back of the closet. she hopes one day she’ll be able to look through them without crying her eyes out. for now, though, the only thing left to do was to put away all the books in the large bookshelf located in her office and she would be finally done. she’s just in the middle of pulling open one of the moving boxes when she hears a knock at her door, a confused frown taking over her features. her mother was the only person who knew where she was, so alex assumes that the woman was coming over to help her unpack. walking over to her front door, she turns the knob and starts to pull it open, ❝ mom, i told you i didn’t need any--- ❞ she stops short when her gaze finally takes in the person in front of her, eyes widening at shep’s surprise appearance. so many emotions pass through her as they stared at one another for a few moments, and she’s terrified that everything she’s gone through the last few months was written all over her face. while she didn’t look any different from the outside, the inside was another story. ❝ hey, ❞ she greets carefully, half expecting for the male to start yelling at her for completely disappearing and cutting him off with no explanation for the last six months. she didn’t blame him if he did. she knows she deserves it. ❝ sorry -- um, come in. please. ❞ she moves aside, gesturing for him to enter her apartment.

#* / you were bigger than the whole sky. - alejandra alex gomez. ( starter. )#ft. shepley

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merrock · 9 months ago

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: katherine mcnamara

full name: cheyenne quinn

nickname(s) / goes by: chey, wyoming

pronouns & gender: she/her, cis woman

sexuality: heterosexual (possibly demisexual)

birth date: july 7th, 1993.

birth place: merrock, maine

arrival to merrock: about three years ago, but she went to school in merrock!

housing: rural countryside

occupation: apiarist / performance horse barn owner

work place: self employed

family: quinn

relationship status: single and weird

PERSONALITY

Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain. She wouldn’t call herself quirky, but there is definitely something wrong with her. She likes to go frog spotting in her bare feet, put her hands in the dirt of the garden, and takes immense pleasure from all things gentle. She cut onions and to avoid crying, use a glass pot cover with her hoodie pulled tight to keep it in place as a shield. She sees wonder in almost everything, and she’s got a knack for business that she doesn’t use all that often anymore. Her favorite season is summer, she likes the smell after summer rain and campfire smoke, and her horses being hot shod. She is genuinely kind, the sort of person who tries to see the good and kindness in everyone. Dreaming is second nature to her. Gets overly excited about little things, like when she was in elementary school and her plant sprouted.

WRITTEN BY: Malboro (she/her), cst.

BACKGROUND / BIO

There’s a certain pressure that was bestowed upon her given her name. Cheyenne often felt like a splitting of different personalities. The one that her father demanded her to be. That personality was curated very publicly. The other was her more natural state, and she curated that one privately.

She was smart as a whip, with instincts she got from her father. Math and seeing patterns happened naturally. Extracurriculars like number sense and cheerleading filled her docket, and she snuck in other classes like horticulture.

College meant an ivy league, where she went for finance, finished in two years because she started taking the common core in high school, and then she was shuffled into a private hedge fund company. She took to it like a fish to water. It combined all her then favorite things — playing predictions and making money. Cheyenne always considered she’d be a gambler if she didn’t know the house had the best odds.

Quickly, she became one of the most prominent traders within one of the best hedge funds. She made herself and the fund more than enough money within a handful of years. Her reward was a place on the board and a partnership level of stock.

By then, she was tired. Her late night reading stopped being about stocks and trades and more about bees and farming. She started to become an apiarist on whim, like most things she did. When she started things, though, she finished them. It became a spin off that she started to work with various New York City building to make rooftop gardens — she wanted to bring the bees back.

The bees were a failure, it turns out that New York City people didn’t like bees of any sort, but what came from that was a coalition of green spaces in the City that brought her to her next full steam ahead: horses.

It was a total sham of a meeting. She was at a convention to talk about green spaces in the city with panelist and mixers from what she called the legit conservationists. From there she was in the wetlands with waterfowl, meeting the people that made duck calls, and then on a whim she was in a convention center arena watching people compete on horses.

She found a young trainer who wanted a break, some good horses, and the rest is part of the story of how she ended up with acreage in her hometown that has horses and her bees. The bees were more successful this time around, she thanks you for asking, and she spends her time at the farmer’s market selling her homemade honey to the locals.

#merrockbio #cheyennequinn

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unapxlogeticme · 11 months ago

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emerson grey. former talent driver turned wwe video editor. he's also wants to be a match producer and is shadowing those who are. if you're nice to him and he is in the mood, he'll let you hold Spike the Bat and maybe even sing for you. he's the twin that causes havoc while his older brother eats oreos. please don't ask him why his brother cut his hair. he doesn't have ALL the answers.

an independent, mutuals only (kayfabe / non) emerson grey, employed with WWE. written by demon (she/her + 25).

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NAME: emerson august grey. NICKNAME: emery. FACECLAIM: joe keery. BIRTHDATE: october 31st, 1995. ZODIAC: scorpio. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual. HOMETOWN: salem, massachusetts, usa.

When his parents found out they were having twins, it was clear they had anticipated having a boy and a girl. But to their dismay, several hours after Isaac was born, they welcomed another little boy. If he could've understood words at that time, he could swear he heard his parents groan and his mom yell 'fucking shit'. It's not that she didn't love him. No! It was mostly because she convinced herself that she was having a twin boy and girl. The disappointment was heavy. Not wanting to figure out a new name, his parents decided to call him Emerson. They love him! They swear it.

Emerson, or Emery as most call him, grew up with his best friend and fraternal twin brother by his side. They're mom always said they were attached at the hip. Everything that Isaac did, Emerson was right by his side causing havoc and being the annoying younger brother he was meant to be. He isn't sure who found wrestling first, but he knew that they both loved it. Every chance they'd get, the boys would be jumping around trying to do whatever wrestling move they seen on television or created themselves. Much like the directors or choreographers or producers of the matches, Emerson knew he wanted to be like them. He was the one who would put together their matches they put on and came up with moves to drive his mom crazy. He knew she didn't like them wrestling. He trusted that she trusted them, but he discovered he was wrong after she BANNED wrestling from their lives. It was probably because of the broken bones and busted lips Emerson got from being the twin who took things too far.

Despite the banned on wrestling, Emerson knew he loved it and wanted to do some sort of work for the industry. He knew there were other brands out there, but his ultimate goal was to work for WWE. While he waited to get where he wanted to be, Emerson went to college for video editing, producing, and directing. He thought that having those degrees would easily get him into the business, but to his dismay, it didn't. Which sucked because he had bills and student loans to pay. So he decided to start up his small little one man flop band that he had originally started with Isaac. They were known in Salem as having a band with a small following. Obviously they were a flop because neither of them are famous in the music industry. They were having fun. Singing for those who would show up was all that mattered. And it gave Emerson chances to direct their music videos. It was fun to them. The brothers dropped the band. He isn't sure why. He does blame Isaac. Whatever the reason, Emery missed it. So during the years where he had to figure out money, he was glad he had it to fall back on.

It still wasn't enough and he knew it. So, he took a chance and applied for WWE. Not really trusting his skills, they started him off in catering before moving him onto talent driver. They wanted to test him and see what kind of assignment and jobs he could commit to. Someone knew him from Salem and knew just how much trouble he could be. Apparently it wasn't Isaac, but it was someone who was very convincing. They weren't wrong. While Isaac calmed down, Emery would still cause havoc with his brother chasing him down. He was aware that he had a lot to prove. Recently he found out that he actually succeeded. Those in charge decided to promote him to video editor and producer trainee. He was very grateful for this opportunity. Like his older brother, Emerson had a real job within WWE and he couldn't be happier. It seems like his dream of producing matches was going to happen. He doesn't know when though, but he's going to enjoy it and hopefully complete his dream job. He still travels with his Spike the Bat and his brother. For once in his life, Emery felt … happy.

connections;

isaac grey - fraternal twin brother rhea ripley - coparent to spike the bat dominik mysterio - fuck him .. he stoled his best friend randy orton - the forbidden hookup that he continues to go back to

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rrxnjun · 3 years ago

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all is on my side ; lee jeno

pairing: lee jeno x fem! reader genre: exes to lovers, angst, comfort, fluff word count: 7k (7.168) warnings: swearing, mention of a break-up, mentions of alcohol and food/eating behaviors a/n: WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO FUCKING DO SO THIS WILL SHOW UP IN THE TAGS

this is a part of the @/kokonomi ikanaide event

synopsis: your college years have passed and when you finally decide to move back into your hometown, you’re met with a certain someone you had cut off 4 years ago. moving into a new apartment with your ex-boyfriend helping you is surely not how you imagined your return to act out, but with more and more time passing, you realise you can’t keep doing the same mistakes in the same town-- all is on your side when he’s on your side, after all.

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i. in a club you despise. but you go where all your friends are

The dirty haze of drinks with cannibal eyes. That’s the reality around you as your head spins just the slightest from the daze of the alcohol, your face a little too flushed and your eyes glossy from the effect the few drinks had on you. Your friends have made it their quest to make you feel welcome back in your hometown again, the group around you getting along just as if you never even left, the four years gone, but never forgotten.

You despise the club and the dirty smell of the spacious room around you. You despise everything about it and the drunk teenagers screaming all around the humongous hall, but it’s okay because you have your dear friends around you. You go where all your friends are, it’s only natural for you, because once your heart has finally settled at home, you don’t feel like dragging it away.

“How did you even manage to live with her for so long? She’s a pain in the ass!” you hear one of your high school classmates, Ryujin, call out and laugh at your roommate’s face.

Lia only shakes her head in disbelief, her glossy eyes drifting all around the club as she smirks. “I know, right? She never once helped with the cleaning. I almost kicked her out once, because she forgot to lock the door after she came home at midnight and someone broke in and wanted to steal our TV!”

Your brightly red booth resonates in laughter as Yeji bends over and smashes her hand against the table, not containing herself with emotion. You notice just how similar your friends from college and your friends from high school are. All of them now mature, knowing you better than anyone ever could, bright smiles illuminating all of their faces. It’s almost like God blessed you in every single time-space of your life. You were never once left alone.

“No way! Y/N, you’re a terrible roommate,” Chaeryeong screeched, pointing fingers at you as her face flushed with redness and her eyebrows furrowed in another fit of laughter.

“How would you know? I never lived with you!” you try to argue, playfully glaring at Lia for exposing your past mistakes in front of everyone. Not that you minded anyways.

“Well, thank god you didn’t,” Chae snickers, nudging you with her elbow.

“All you do is bitch about me, but did you forget that it was you who left the water in the tub running and flooded our apartment just a week after living there?” you burst out, offended, “I don’t hear you mentioning that to the table!”

“Woah, ladies, don’t fight here, we don’t want any hard feelings before you move in together again,” Yeji giggles, trying to calm both of you down.

“She could never, she depends on me too much with the shopping,” you snicker, rolling your eyes as you take the glass of your drink into your hand, raising it to your lips and taking a sip before the whole table follows you.

Your eyes drift off the ladies at the table and towards the full club, searching for no one in particular, as you don’t recognise a single soul. You’re much older than everyone enjoying their lives in the small bar of your town, but once your eyes meet with someone familiar, you choke on your drink.

The alcohol is going through your nose quicker than you imagined it to, coughing and making distressed Chaeryeong trying to calm your body by smashing your back, getting the liquid out of your lungs and laughing in the process, making a ruckus.

Your eyes never leave the gaze of a familiar face, the reality disappearing for just a second as you see the figure slowly moving towards all of you, the pit in your stomach deepening with the glorious smile of your ex-boyfriend meeting the table you’re sitting at, his slim figure dressed in all black making your heart thump just like many times before.

Something sitting at the back of your head is screaming at you to disappear. But at the end of the day, graduating college with a degree doesn’t always mean you’re actually smart. And so you continue to sit there, cursing at yourself in your brain for ever letting the man in front of you go.

“Having fun, ladies?”

ii. whether any of this still real

Moving into a new apartment is always a hassle. It’s exhausting and it’s boring, it makes your head spin and your thoughts fill up with piled-up stress, but with your roommate Lia-- the person you’ve spent all your college years living with-- and your ex-boyfriend Jeno, who somehow, after getting drunk with him in the club on the night of your return, is now back in your friend circle, everything seems a little easier to do than if you were all alone.

The presence of Lia’s best friend from college, Donghyuck, that came to visit just so he could see your new apartment and make fun of how small it is in his eyes is the only thing eating up your nerves as you crack open a can of white paint and sit in the middle of what’s going to be your bedroom as of now, sighing.

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up, Hyuck, I swear I’ve never heard you complain so much about a thing that doesn’t even affect you before-” you mourn, scowling as you roll your eyes at the male standing in your doorway, snickering.

“I’m just taking up all of your attention before I have to go back again, give me some enthusiasm! I’m not going to stay here forever,” he whines, shuffling his feet outside of your bedroom and meeting Lia in the hall, hugging her tight around her shoulders.

“Yeah, thank god you’re not,” you roll your eyes, making the male fakely cry.

“Tell your roommate off, she’s being rude again.”

“Don’t hurt Hyuck’s feelings like that, Y/N, you know he’s fragile,” Lia dotes, throwing you a paintbrush so you can finally start painting the walls of your new room white, covering the ugly yellowish colour that’s been sitting there since only God knows when.

Letting out an airy laugh, you only shake your head and stare at Jeno in front of you, sitting cross-legged on the hardwood floor. He is wearing grey sweatpants and a white shirt, an outfit casual enough for the event that is helping his ex-girlfriend and now a new friend move into her new apartment, but still worthy enough of a few stares as you notice the muscles poking outside of his sleeves. Jeno hasn’t changed one bit in the past four years, so it seems-- only his face has gotten more mature and structured. Thank god the eye smile stayed with him, though. You can’t help but still see him as the fluffy ball of a samoyed when he flashes you his award-winning grin.

“And you’ve been living like this for the last four years?” he asks, voice coated in disbelief.

“Yeah,” you faintly nod, snickering, “well, Hyuck’s only gotten more and more annoying, but I think it’s mainly because it’s been four years and he still hasn’t grown balls to ask Lia out yet and now she’s slipping through his fingertips. Other than that, it’s been pretty chill, actually.”

“Didn’t hear that when we were out in the club,” Jeno notes, looking at you with a playful smirk.

“Don’t buy into Lia’s bullshit. She is faking it for attention,” you laugh, getting up and taking some paint onto your brush, sliding towards the wall and starting to work on the corners, making the wall your canvas-- ready to be filled with a thick coat of paint with a paint roller later.

To have Jeno here like this, helping you move into your new apartment, was a strange concept. While the two of you broke up on good terms, it was no secret that you two didn’t keep in touch after you told him the news that you didn’t want to continue the relationship anymore. It’s not like it was hard to do in the first place-- unfollowing him on Instagram to keep your heart safe was just a click away and you only ever came home for holidays. You spent those with your family and friends anyways; there was no time for Lee Jeno in your busy, college packed life.

“How have you been, by the way? We haven’t really caught up,” you ask, taking a short glance towards him, seeing him sitting in the corner and working on the space right next to your window.

He hums a little before responding, a silent sigh escaping his lips. “Just the usual. Decided to drop out of college after an associate degree. It wasn’t for me, but at least I have a paper in my hands now,” he snickers, making you hum in understatement.

It’s not like you didn’t know this information. You may have not talked to him, but there’s no way at least something regarding your infamous ex-boyfriend hasn’t caught your ear when you visited your dear hometown over the course of the last four years. “So you work now?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” he says, nodding, “I have a nice job, though, so you know… it was at least good for something.”

You’re not going to comment on the fact that he doesn’t sound as cheerful about his life right now. For some reason, and even though it breaks your heart, it’s too hard for you to talk about the misery of others, for you don’t want to sound like you pity them when the intention is not that at all. You guess you lack the skills to make one feel understood and accepted. It’s something you promised yourself you’ll work on after you broke it off with Jeno, but you guess you were too caught up with studying to actually make some self-improvement. It’s no excuse, not even a poor one, to say the least, but at least it’s an explanation.

“You don’t sound too happy about that,” you let slip past your lips, lost in thought.

“It’s not something I find fulfilling,” he shrugs, “but you gotta do what you gotta do.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, furrowing your brows. “What about that… business you wanted to open? With animals and stuff?” you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. It’s not every day you talk about busted dreams and heartbreak with others. You don’t want to sound insensitive. “It’s always been your dream.”

“Ah, that?” he mumbles, redness creeping up his neck. Something about you remembering such a trivial fact about him makes him feel just a little better about the whole situation-- you leaving, you acting like you forgot all the years you had together-- and even though it’s silly, it makes him feel at least a tiny bead of hope. “It’s still just a dream, yeah.”

“Hm,” you hum, “well, I hope you can make that dream a reality soon,” you say, smiling at him with what you hope comes off as support, quickly averting your gaze back to the white wall in front of you to complete your quest of renovating your new bedroom.

It seems like silence is what eats the both of you up from the inside the most it can, when Jeno decides to break it just the second it happens in fear of being awkward. Being awkward with your ex is perhaps the worst thing that could happen and even though you two haven’t talked in years, Lee Jeno refuses to let that happen now, that you are back and still looking like home to him.

“How were your college years? Wild? Just as you imagined them?” he asks, grinning at you with the memory of the conversations you two had just before you left, dreaming of the big city and big experiences, living freely and having fun.

You snicker at his words, shaking your head at how reckless you were when you were nineteen. “Not at all,” you let out, “wild, yes. Just as I imagined? Not at all. There was more studying than my teenage self predicted, and even though I went to a few parties and had some fun, I regretted it more than anything the next morning.”

“It’s not fun being hungover in class, right?” he teases, making you giggle.

“Speaking from your own experience?”

“Perhaps,” he dotes, walking over to the can of paint in the middle of the room to take some more of it on his paintbrush and smear it over the opposite wall. Your words resonate in the empty room, making them ring a little in your ears as you listen to the stable tone of Jeno’s voice, reminding you of the many times when he talked you to sleep, making you abandon your weak thoughts and broken cries.

“Well, then you must know that drinking on Sunday is a definite no-no. Or any other day except Friday, that is,” you laugh.

“You just have to manage your time better, that’s all. I was an expert at that in freshman year. Drink in the afternoon, let yourself cool off until night and then sleep it out. Fresh in the morning and ready to start my day like the good scholar I was,” he explains matter-of-factly as if drinking in the afternoon was the most normal thing to do in your college dorms.

“Freshman year? Kids these days,” you snicker, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth in a teasing manner. The most memorable memory of your freshman year quickly creeps into your brain-- the night you broke up with Jeno over Facetime, crying and hiccuping with guilt and shame-- making you wonder if that’s what you made of him. You wouldn’t know, and you dare to say you wouldn’t even like to know. Sometimes, it’s better to live in blissfulness.

“Oh my god, Donghyuck, if you don’t put that down right now, I’m going to kill you-” you hear your roommate yell from the other room, cutting off your stable conversation and making the both of you snicker at the loudness of her voice. Lia is not the one with a short temper, but when it comes to Lee Donghyuck, you guess no one is safe in this world.

The yell is followed by a loud bang on the floor, silence creeping into everyone’s bones as you halt in your movements, awaiting what’s next. Just when you think everything’s okay and nobody died, you hear your roommate yell out in frustration, her voice close to a cry as you can visibly imagine her with her hands in her hair, ripping them out.

“You told me to put it down, so-”

“Put it down, Hyuck. Put. It. Down! Not throw it to the fucking ground, oh my god, you fucking prick. Those were my favourite cups! If they’re broken, you’re buying me new ones and I don’t care that you got student loans!”

“Chill, woman. I’m pretty sure those were just Y/N’s boxes full of useless stuff anyway-”

“What did you say?!” you yell out, temper rising with the visit of your college friend. You remember him being a total menace to society, but if he really broke the last bit of your tapestry from your dorms, you’re not going to tolerate him anymore.

You hear Jeno laugh at your banter from somewhere behind you, making you turn around and take in the sight of his pretty smile. It’s been a while since you last got the chance to appreciate it. You guess you were too selfish for letting it go all those years ago.

“I don’t know how Lia can tolerate him, he’s so-” you start, but finish your sentence with a sigh, not opting to even look for a word worthy of the annoying ball that is Lee Donghyuck currently standing in your kitchen.

“Love is blind, you know,” Jeno says, making you giggle. You wonder if he loved you as blindly as he speaks of Lia and Hyuck now-- you think that it must have been that way, for there was no way he would have loved you with your flaws. He must have overlooked them, too blinded by the love; it was only a matter of time before you opened his eyes for him with the cruel reality of your break-up.

“Well, Lia’s really fucking blind, then,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“What about you?” he asks, quirking up an eyebrow. Once your eyes meet, he averts his gaze to the wall, too shy to look you in the eye.

“What about me?”

“Is there someone you were into in college? I mean, you were all about that fun when you were leaving, so…” he says, words like daggers in your heart as you listen to his question.

You lick your lips in nerves, shaking your head in disapproval. “No. I was too busy for all of that shit,” you respond.

Coincidentally, that’s a lie. You’ve just never quite gotten over Lee Jeno.

“I see,” he nods, mouth opening to say something more, when the sound of footsteps cuts him off and a pissed-off Lia appears in the opened door, face tired and a box in her hands.

“I think this is yours. Please look after it before Hyuck smashes it to the ground again,” she lets out before she puts the cardboard box to the ground, a big sign written in sharpie on the left side saying ‘Photos’, making you grin. Of course, it's a little too big of a box with all the polaroids you’ve taken in the last five years.

Your friend Ryujin got you the camera on your birthday and you have refused to let it go ever since. Even the worst of pictures were treasured inside of this box, because, as you told everyone, the film was too expensive to just casually throw away. That, and you actually held too much attachment to the pieces of paper you call memories.

“You still collect those?” Jeno asks, smiling at you widely when he notices the box sitting in the middle of the room now, making you grin.

“Of course I do! You know I’m sentimental,” you dote, rolling your eyes at your own ridiculousness, shuffling closer to the cardboard and opening the box, the paintbrush long forgotten and your ex-boyfriend quickly joining you by your side, looking from behind your shoulder and laughing at the silly pictures you show him, taking them out one by one from the box.

“This was from last Halloween,” you say, showing him the picture of you and Lia dressed as Anabelle and the girl from the movie The ring, making Jeno snort and shake his head at the two of you.

“I thought you hated horrors.”

“Oh, I do,” you nod, showing the picture back to the box, “but the theme of the party was gore and my classmate Chan said that whoever had the best costume on his party will get free drinks to take home, so the two of us couldn’t miss the chance, you know.”

“Did you win?” he asks, raising his brows at you.

You furrow your brows, expression fakely offended as you scowl at him and playfully smack his shoulder. “Of course we did! What do you have us for?” you shake your head in disbelief of his mistrust in you, “we had those drinks in our fridge until like Christmas, though,” you mutter, making the boy laugh.

Pictures upon pictures, all showing different memories of your college years. Jeno listens to all of your stories and admires the smile on your face when you mention an old friend or when you think of the atmosphere of a chilly night you spent with your coworker from your part-time job, Seungcheol. You look as if you never even left. You wonder if Jeno feels sad for not sharing memories with you for the past few years. You wonder if he blames you; it would be fair, considering you were the one who cut off his chance anyway.

Jeno wonders if you ever missed him in the moments when you smiled at the camera.

When the pictures get older and older, Jeno starts to recognise your longer hair and your younger face. It’s the face he knew too well, the face of his girlfriend at the time; the pictures from the high school years hitting different in his heart when he recognises the numerous photos of you he took without you looking, making you mad for wasting your film on selfies you never wanted to keep in the first place, but did nevertheless, because each one has a memory behind it that’s filled with Jeno and his utter admiration for your features displayed on the paper.

“Look, this was our anniversary,” you say shyly, showing him a picture of you two in his car, the smiles on your faces bright and cheerful. You don’t remember when you last smiled like that-- sure, your college years were fun, but you doubt anything will ever top the feeling of freedom and love you felt when you were beside Jeno, carefree and in too deep to think of anything else.

You hear your ex-boyfriend hum in response, your heart quickening just a little at the sound. You pick out another picture, a photo of him at the driver’s seat, flash illuminating his sharp jawline. You don’t remember where you went, hell, you don’t even remember when it happened, but the memory of his favourite song playing in the background and the smell of his car lingers in your mind; the mix of citrus and the obnoxious car perfume you buy at the gas station accompanying your every memory of the rides you had with Jeno.

“Everyone was jealous of me when I dated you in high school,” you snicker, making your ex-boyfriend grunt and roll his eyes.

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious! Look at yourself,” you click your tongue against the top of your mouth, smiling. Teenage Jeno was truly a blessing to the eye, and with passing years, so it seems, it’s only gotten better. You’d be cheesy to say your ex-boyfriend aged like fine wine, but there’s truly not a better correlation to say as you momentarily shoot him a look and admire the never-changing jawline, although his cheeks have gotten more slender and his features more defined.

Jeno takes it into his own hands as he rummages through the cardboard box, now recognising most of the places you took pictures of, taking out a particular photo of the two of you standing next to each other in formal attire, your hair tied up in a pretty bun.

“Look! Prom,” Jeno grins, bringing back a memory of him meeting your parents for the first time. You haven’t been dating for that long, but it was still long enough for him to meet your parents; almost like you always knew he wasn’t just someone you’d take to prom once.

“You were so nervous,” you giggle, making him laugh out loud.

“Well, your mum was scary,” he shrugs, “you can’t blame me for wanting to make a good first impression!”

“You were adorable,” you note, placing a nonchalant hand onto his thigh, not even thinking of your actions, “my mum actually told me how much she liked the polite young man I brought home and told me that I chose well. I was convinced she fell in love with you for a few days, she couldn’t stop talking about you.”

“Well, what can I say,” he shoots you a smug look, “I am just that charming.”

“Right, right,” you roll your eyes at him, making the both of you break into laughter, looking at more and more pictures from your relationship, trying hard not to notice the lump in your throat and the emptiness in your stomach telling you just how much you miss the times when his hand was free for you to hold and his heart free for you to take.

You missed Jeno. There was no denying that.

There was no denying that when you first got into college, when you Facetimed him every day and told him all the news. There was no denying that when you cried your first hot tears in the middle of the night because he was too far away to comfort you and make you feel better about the distance. There was no denying that when you broke up with him just for that sole reason-- for the distance killed you and you had to focus on your studies more, and there was no denying that when your roommate held you in your sleep just so you wouldn’t feel as alone without his calls and good night messages.

The said roommate is now standing in the doorway of your room, smiling fondly at both of you with two glasses of wine in her hands. You wonder what she thinks of Jeno’s visits. She’s the one that helped you through the heartbreak, after all.

“What are you two doing? I thought you were getting some work done,” she teases, squatting next to you and showing the glasses to your hands.

“Well, we’re surely not getting any work done if we drink those right now,” Jeno says, but takes a sip nonetheless, making you furrow your brows at him as you clink your glass with him in cheers even though he’s already raised it to his lips.

“We have all the time in the world now, there’s no rush,” Lia says, taking a photo into her hands from the pile and taking a look at the smiling couple, the soft tugging of the corners of her lips coming unnoticed to the two of you, opting to stare at different pictures sprawled out on the ground.

“We were a good couple, you know,” you note.

The sinking feeling in Jeno’s stomach doesn’t go unnoticed, chewing on his lips as he silences it out with another sip, nodding.

“Yeah.”

iii. at a spinning wheel. it's sitting in the back of your head

The mattress of your dorm bed isn’t the softest thing you’ve felt under your body and the walls feel even colder in your room tonight. Somewhere between the piles of books and questions running through your head, the homesickness overpowered most of them and you had no other choice than to cut them all off.

It was a selfish choice. A cruel one, to say the least. But what else could you do to protect your heart and focus on your studies?

The Facetime call is your only source of communication now. It’s not fair to do it so suddenly and over the phone, but the weight of your decisions is sitting on your shoulders and even though you feel like suffocating, and you don’t actually think what you’re about to do will make your breathing come and go easier, it’s your only lifeline-- the last resolution, although it’s just as hopeless, if not more than all the other ones.

Jeno picks up after a few rings. He’s not busy-- never busy for you. You may be a hundred miles away, but his heart is still as close to you as always.

“Hi,” he greets you, voice calm and mellow. His smile feels like a punch to your heart, a twist in your stomach as you try to smile back. You try to focus on some other things-- maybe if you managed to pretend some more, you would eventually change your mind-- but his voice breaks the disturbance and crawls into your skin.

“Everything alright?” he asks, voice coated in worry. Damn him for being so generous when you’re about to do the most selfish thing you’ve ever decided on. He’s making it so much harder for you by being just the best boyfriend anyone could ever imagine.

“Y-yeah,” you manage to nod. Just a few seconds.

You’re giving yourself just a few more seconds to take in Lee Jeno. To admire him through the phone screen, to look into his eyes as they create moon crescents when he smiles at you in encouragement, to bite down harshly on your lower lip to keep yourself from sobbing when you replay memories in your head and realise you’re never going to create another one. It’s been 3 years since you started dating him and truth be told, you could never imagine your future without him in it. Reality is what keeps you away from him, though.

Right person, wrong time, was it?

“We need to break up, Jeno,” you say, voice weak and faint. The look he gives you is close to the one he gazes at you with when you get too deep into your head and stutter anxious conclusions under your breath, bringing yourself down. Even in a moment like this, he tries to guard you. To build you up onto your own feet again, to give you the strength you’re lacking.

“Why?” he asks. It’s hard to read him now. You don’t know if it’s the wall you built up around yourself or the one he quickly made up right now, but you feel the distance between the two of you even more than ever.

You sniffle, the beginning of your most heartfelt breakdown. “It’s not working out right now. You’re- you’re too far away and I miss you, and I can’t just- I can’t just sit here and miss you when I have things to do and people to meet and lessons to learn…” you ramble, throwing your hands into your hair and tugging on it in frustration.

“Am I… holding you back?” he asks softly. You’re not too sure you see him breaking. Perhaps it’s not at its worst yet, perhaps the reality hasn’t sunk in yet.

“Not in the way you think,” you quickly shake your head, eager to explain yourself, “it’s not like I don’t want you anymore, or that I don’t want to date you anymore. You’re not holding me back dating-wise, because I’d never want to date anybody else,” you shakily get out, picking at the skin of your cuticles.

“It’s just that it pains me to have you so far away. I know I said I could do long distance, but when I said so, I haven’t tried it yet. I didn’t know just how hard it is and how much I would miss your presence,” you take a deep breath in, “and it’s holding me back, because I can’t stop thinking about you and missing you, and I really need to… move on,” you complete, waiting for his reply.

“Move on… from me?” he asks. His voice is suddenly breaking, and you can’t even see him through your tears anymore. The candle in the corner of your table is the only source of light flickering onto your face with the laptop screen as you sob, nodding at him and scrunching your face up in pain.

No one told you heartbreak can cause physical pain. You thought they were all lying. You can feel it in your soul, in the deepest, darkest pits of your stomach, in your bones and in your heart. It stings and it hurts and you don’t think it will ever get better, because you’re losing a part of yourself by your own account-- it’s your fault to be so selfish.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, waiting for him to be mad, waiting for him to scream at you and yell at you just as loudly as your conscience does.

Lee Jeno remains silent, though, he remains composed and just as calm as the time after the storm. You hear him sniffling a little from the other side, your own sobs shaking your body. You wish for him to be there to hold you, to make you forget all your pain-- you don’t want to miss him. You don’t want to miss him now that he’s gone, you don’t want to miss him when you’re here alone. You don’t want to miss him, because he’s supposed to always be by your side.

“It’s okay,” he says, trying to calm you down. The tone of his voice is unmistakably beautiful, deep and solemn notes trying to bring your breathing back to normal. “I understand. You… you need to focus on yourself and your growth. And your studies, and the woman you’re becoming. And who am I to stand in your way?” he says, trying to lighten up the situation.

“B-but I love you,” you mourn, hands helplessly wiping away your tears.

“I know, love,” he says, lightly chuckling, “but… you are more important than I’ll ever be. And if this will help you to have your life a little easier, I can understand. And I can wait-”

“Don’t wait,” you suddenly get out, shaking your head. Afraid of coming off the wrong way, you quickly take a deep breath in and explain your hurried plea. “I’d- I’d feel so guilty for making you wait. If you wanna date… don’t say no just because I’m here and I love you, okay?”

I don’t deserve you anyway, you think.

And just like that, you end your relationship. It was your decision, made in the dark of your dorm room, accompanied by the calming smell of your candle and the voice of Jeno lowly mumbling to you through the speaker of your phone. He tells you how it’s okay and how you don’t have to feel guilty. He encourages you to do your best and he tells you he will never forget you.

You almost regret your decision the moment you made it.

Jeno lets you go calmly, with a shaking pain in his soul. It’s like saying goodbye to much more than just a person-- it’s like saying goodbye to his youth, his love, all of his smallest fragrances of happiness.

As you hang up that night, he tells you a sentence you never let go off your mind.

iv. all is on my side when you're on my side

From waking up to his face shining at you from the other side of the bed, the early rays of sunshine illuminating his features in the softest, subtlest of lights, to making him breakfast and thinking of the actions of the previous night-- Lee Jeno feels more back in your life than he ever did; after sleeping next to you, drunk on the scent of love and red wine, making it feel like he’s helping you move into a shared apartment with him and not your best friend from college.

You don’t speak much when you reminiscence of the wrong choices of letting him sleep with you on the mattress you’ve thrown onto the floor in the middle of your living room, only opting to try to move on with no harsh feelings and no second thoughts that could make you even more confused and hesitant about the situation.

When he decides to build your bed with you (more like for you, because even though you have a degree and a good set of brains, physical capability is still not your best suit) and the flat falls silent after the departure of Lia and Hyuck- whom she decided to invite to a café nearby to take the thoughts of him leaving out of both of their heads. It’s not a comfortable silence, but you’re also not feeling too awkward. The air isn’t thick and you don’t feel embarrassed, no, but truth be told, the reality is that you’d like it more if you knew how to get your words out and articulate your feelings, after all this time.

“We’ll meet again,” he murmurs, catching you off guard. Your breathing catches in your throat as his words bring back the painful memory, the sentence being the last thing he’s said to you when you broke up with him before ending the call. He looks at you through his eyelashes, glancing up just for a moment from the manual sitting in his hands, chuckling. “Remember when I said that?”

You find it in yourself to nod, licking your lips to reply something, anything to soothe your nerves. Why is he suddenly bringing up your breakup?

“Guess I meant it, after all,” he says, looking back to the pieces of wood on your floor, taking a screwdriver into his hands and building up the wood together to form a bed frame. You watch him with curious eyes, the hesitance bubbling in your throat. Is this how you resolve a conflict that happened many years ago? In your new flat, the event long forgotten?

“Yeah,” you nod, ignoring what his words implied, knowing damn well he was still in love with you when he promised to wait for you to be finally ready. You hope he’s not still waiting. Perhaps you’d hate yourself even more after knowing that.

“I’m glad it happened,” he mutters, looking lost in thought, “I… I missed you a lot, you know,” he says, nodding to prove his point.

“I missed you too,” you dote, not a missed beat. Finally, there’s an emotion you can articulate clearly-- a feeling you long felt inside of your bones.

Longing. You long for Jeno, you long for the memories you created with him, you long for the ways he made you feel and his heart that once belonged to you. You wish to have it back in your hands, knowing you would treasure it more now, knowing you would take care of it and make sure no one ever breaks it just as much as you did-- with much regret and heartbreak, crying for the image of what the two of you could have been.

“I wasn’t sure how true my words were. It seemed like you were letting go of me for good, you know? I wasn’t ready for that, but I was ready to accept it. We were young, but even back then, you still had your priorities set,” he says, each word making you more and more speechless. You guess talking it out isn’t the best thing you imagined in this fine afternoon, but you don’t really blame him for the questions in his head. It’s only fair for him to get an explanation.

“Maybe you should have been my first priority, though,” you screech out, voice faint. You don’t want to sound weak, but that’s exactly how you feel under his examining gaze.

“And maybe I shouldn't have been. I mean, look at you,” he says, motioning to you with a nod of his head, softly snickering, “you’ve grown so much. I admire you a lot, actually. It must have taken you a lot to decide. You did well,” he says.

You don’t think there’s a person in this world more worthy of loving than Lee Jeno. You once said goodbye to him, thinking it was for good, yet, here he is-- making you realise that it’s always been him, and he promised you to meet again. After all, it makes perfect sense now. You’d be foolish to think you were meant to be, but your heart is screaming at you to believe it.

“I just… really didn’t want to fuck it up. Anything. So I escaped it,” you say, chewing on your bottom lip. It takes you a lot to look into his eyes, but when you finally do it, you think you could burst with emotion any time.

Jeno stands up from his place on the floor, done with screwing the screws in place and mending your bed together, taking the mattress from the living room and plopping it inside of the bed frame, admiring his work. You’re glad for the short distraction, allowing yourself to take deep breaths, training your brain to calm down and think of it as just a friendly conversation.

You’re just two adults, talking about the pain of your teenage years. It’s all okay- so why does it feel like you’re given a second chance?

“Shall we try the bed out?” he asks, looking at you with a smirk. Heat creeps up your cheeks at the suggestion, mouth opening to gasp something out when he snickers at you and shakes his head. “I didn’t mean it like that, you pervert.”

“I didn’t even say anything!” you laugh, playfully pushing him against his shoulder.

Letting himself fall on your mattress, his body sprawls out across the space. You soon follow him, laying next to your ex-boyfriend so you’re face to face, eyes bearing into his with a wave of fondness you still have for him, the feelings never truly leaving you even after all those years.

It suddenly starts to rain and the raindrops falling on the window remind you of autumn-- the season when everything ends, the time of the year when you once said goodbye to your first boyfriend. Autumn reminds you of goodbyes.

“I-” he starts, but cuts himself off, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. You gently kick him with your leg to make him continue, to which he sighs and cracks his knuckles.

“Would you want to meet again? After this?” he asks, voice hopeful.

Yet, something inside of you tells you that it’s not fair for him, that you hurt him once and fear doing it again. Something inside you makes you stop and think, the barrier you’ve built around yourself when you were young resurfacing with the pleading eyes he gives you, anxiety tying knots in your stomach.

“Jeno, I don’t know… It’s… I don’t want to mess it up again,” you say, head full of doubts and worries.

“We can’t keep making the same mistakes in the same town. I let you go once, and sure, maybe that was meant to happen, but look at us. We’re not young and scared anymore. We’re not hundreds of miles away from each other, we’re not busy with studying and assignments, we’re not dumb and impatient anymore. It’s different, it’s all different, except from our feelings,” he says, reciting like he’s practised it for several days, each word resonating in you like a spell, “don’t you still feel the same? Even now?”

Staring into his eyes, you feel the subtlest touch of his hand on yours, making your insides shiver and your mind hazy. “Of course I do,” you whisper.

“Then… let’s try again. If you want to,” he proposes, locking fingers with you and never leaving his gaze from your eyes.

Autumn reminds you of goodbyes. Autumn reminds you of Lee Jeno. Yet, goodbyes mean so much more to you now-- they mean a new beginning, a chance to start over, now that you’re finally ready.

With the right person, at the right time.

“Let’s try again.”

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nothing left ~ 10k;z nation

word count: 2229

request?: no

description: he accompanies her back to her childhood home to find nothing left besides the memories of times before the zombies, and they decide to leave some new memories there

pairing: 10k x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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(Y/N) kept a straight face as they drove past the sig with her hometown’s name displayed in bold, black letters against the stark white background. It was the first time she had been there since she and her parents had escaped during the initial Z outbreak. Since then, she had lost everything, but managed to find a new family within the small group that took her in.

They came to a stop at an empty parking lot of an abandoned supermarket. Everyone got out, weapons in tow.

“This place is a ghost town,” Doc commented.

“Almost everyone vacated when the infection started,” (Y/N) explained. “I don’t even think there would be any Zs here. It’s probably only been ransacked lately.”

“It’s the only town for miles, it’s our best bet for resources,” Warren said. “We search the place where we can and see what we can find.” She turned to (Y/N) to add, “Do you want to go home? Just to see the place if nothing else?”

(Y/N) was dying to get home, but she didn’t want anyone on the team to see her as weak or fragile. Although she knew they wouldn’t think any different of her if she did show some weakness, in this day and age, your biggest threat was to be perceived as weak to anyone.

Before she could respond, 10k spoke up. “I think you should. It’ll give you a break from everything, and you can be closer to your parents for even just a moment.”

(Y/N) had a hard time saying no to 10k, especially when parents were involved. She knew he wanted nothing more than to be close to his own father again, but, like (Y/N), 10k hadn’t been home in nearly a year. He didn’t even know if his own home was still standing. If she turned down this opportunity that she knew 10k wanted so bad in front of him, she’d never forgive herself.

“It would be nice,” she admitted.

“You go then honey,” Warren said, her voice soft and kind. “10k, you go with her for protection. Meet us back here before sundown. We’ll wait a little while, but not too long.”

The two youngest members left in the opposite direction of the group. (Y/N) led 10k down the still familiar roads. They weren’t too far from the house and, before she knew it, (Y/N) was stood in front of her childhood home. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.

All the windows were smashed and the door was practically ripped off of the hinges. They entered with weapons raised in case of a Z attack. (Y/N)’s heart broke to see the place ransacked and destroyed. Every picture her parents had hung were smashed to pieces. Only one remained partially in tact, one of (Y/N) and her parents when she was barley a year old. They were on their first vacation as a family to visit someone in another state. The picture was of the three of them on the beach together. Baby (Y/N) was in her mother’s arms, taken by the sand in her tiny hands while her parents were smiling brightly at the camera.

10k looked over her shoulder as her eyes began to water. “You look a lot like your mom.”

“I got that a lot,” she said. “We were basically twins. Dad said I got lucky with mom’s genes.”

She held the picture close to her chest as she moved up the stairs to where the bedrooms and main bathroom was. Whoever had broken in must’ve found what they wanted on the first floor because the bedrooms were relatively untouched. Every poster and picture (Y/N) had on her walls were still there. Her old laptop was even still there, although she doubted that it worked anymore.

“It’s weird,” she said. “It feels like I’ve been gone for years, but this room looks exactly the way I left it, like not a day has past.”

“Anything here you want to take with you?” 10k asked.

(Y/N) shook her head. “I took most of the important stuff when we left first. There’s nothing but memories here now.”

She was so lost in her own thoughts - memories of when things were good - that she didn’t hear 10k leave the room to walk into the bathroom until he spoke again. “The water still runs.”

She walked into the bathroom to find clean water running from the tap. She put a hand under the water, feeling it go from freezing cold to comfortably warm in seconds.

“The power and stuff must still be running,” she said. “Good news for us. I haven’t showered in ages.”

“You think it’s safe?” 10k asked, but (Y/N) was already placing her weapons on the bathroom counter and shedding herself of her top layers.

“I’m willing to take one for the team if it means I’ll be clean when I die,” she joked. “You can watch the door and make sure no Zs or no more looters come in. I’ll leave my gun close enough that I can use it if need be.”

10k nodded. Before he could get the chance to turn back on, (Y/N) grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. For a split second, 10k saw the black bra she was wearing. It was old and worn, probably one of the only ones she had left. Due to this, it was basically falling apart, so when he got a brief glance of the bra, he also got a glance of one of her breasts.

10k’s eyes widened as he quickly turned his back so that (Y/N) didn’t know. He stood in the doorway, listening over the sound of the shower running for any indication of someone, or something, breaking into the house.

The warm water running over (Y/N) caused her to let out a moan of relief. It had been so long since she had properly bathed. The warm water of the familiar shower felt like heaven to her.

Outside the shower, 10k was shuffling awkwardly. He and (Y/N) had been close since they had first met, but they had only ever viewed each other as friends and Z fighting colleagues. He didn’t understand why he was starting to have this feeling about her. Maybe it was just boy hormones and the fact that she was a naked girl just a few feet away from him. But it felt like more than that. Maybe it had always been more than that but he was just afraid to admit it.

Before he could stop himself, 10k silently placed his gun next to hers on the toilet cover. He began to shed himself of his own clothes, working quickly and quietly as to not disturb her. (Y/N) had her head back with the water running over her hair and body when 10k pulled the curtain back and stepped in. She opened her eyes to look at him, shocked by his sudden appearance. She looked him up and down for a moment, her face giving away nothing.

“Gotta save water,” 10k said, trying to lighten the mood.

A smile broke out across (Y/N)’s face as a small giggle came from her lips. “Come here, 10k.”

She put a hand on the back of his neck at the same time that his hands found her waist. Their lips collided and it felt like the most right thing in the terrible, fucked up world around them. 10k’s lips moved against (Y/N)’s perfectly, as if they were supposed to be there, to be kissing her so deeply. His hands wandered over her dripping body, touching every inch of her soft skin with his calloused hands.

(Y/N) let out a sudden squeal as 10k lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She was shocked at his strength. Sure, he wasn’t as scrawny and wimpy as he may have looked, but he certainly wasn’t the strongest person in the world. He’s just full of surprises, (Y/N) noted as his lips connected with hers again.

His hard boner was against her aching core, teasing her ever so slightly with every gently brush against her. She whimpered against his lips when she felt him brush against her opening, trying to ground her hips against his to feel her inside of him. Knowing that she wanted this as much as he did made him even more turned on. He was almost afraid that he wouldn’t be able to make this moment last long enough.

He helped to guide her down onto his hard length, causing (Y/N) to gasp as he filled her entirely.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked her, suddenly realizing that he had no idea what (Y/N)’s sexual past was like.

“No,” she responded, her voice breathless and airy. “I just haven’t had sex in a very long time. I forgot how good it felt.”

10k smiled at her and pressed his lips against hers again. He pressed her back against the nearest wall and slowly began to thrust himself into her. (Y/N)’s back arched against the wall, trying to get as close to 10k as she possibly could.

He was slow and gentle, which drove (Y/N) even more wild. She held on around his neck as if her life depended on it, moaning and gasping against his lips with every thrust he pushed into her. She could barley even think straight, her mind focusing only on the pleasure that 10k was providing her.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his voice soft.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile. Sweet 10k, always thinking of the comfort of others, even when he was in the middle of the most intense shower sex (Y/N) had ever had.

“It’s more than alright,” she responded. “God, it feels so fucking good.”

10k had heard (Y/N) swearing many times, but hearing the expletive word slip from her breathless voice in that moment drove him wild. He rested his head against her shoulder, groaning as he pushed his hips against hers again, filling her completely.

“You feel so good,” he told her. “You’re so soft and warm, fuck.”

“Who would’ve thought that sweet 10k had a dirty side?” (Y/N) giggled.

“You must not know me well enough, then.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

Her thought was cut short as 10k pulled almost completely out of her then filled her again. Her mind was clouded with lust as she tried to rock her hips against his, begging for the release she wanted.

Noticing her desperation, 10k wrapped one arm around her lower back and slipped his free hand between them. (Y/N) gasped as his fingers connected with her swollen nerves and began to rub circles in them. She could feel a familiar pressure building inside of her. She clung to 10k’s shoulders, curses falling from her mouth in between moans of pleasure. Her legs began to shake as she felt herself hitting her climax. She threw her head back and called 10k’s name - his real name - in pleasure.

Feeling her walls contracting around him caused 10k to feel his own climax approaching. He held on to her hips as his thrusts became a little faster. Before he knew it, his eyes were nearly rolling back into his head as he felt himself filling her with his warm cum. The feeling of the warmth inside of her was enough to almost turn (Y/N) on again.

They stayed tangled together for a moment, completely forgetting about the running water cascading down onto them. It wasn’t until the warm water started to turn cold that they realized it was probably time for the two of them to get out.

Luckily for them, whoever looted the house also didn’t think to take any of the towels in the upstairs linen closet, so they had a way to dry themselves off. Before she started pulling her clothes on, 10k wrapped his arms around (Y/N) again and kissed her exposed shoulders and neck before placing one last sweet kiss against her lips.

“We should tell the others about the running water,” he said as he pulled his clothes back on. “If this place is relatively Z-less, we could probably get away with staying here for a while.”

“We’ve stayed in worst looking places,” (Y/N) agreed. “I’m sure everyone else is dying to clean themselves, too. There’s enough room for everyone to sleep with all the bedrooms and the couch downstairs.”

The reminder of the wreckage when they first entered caused a melancholy mood to wash over (Y/N) again. Noticing this, 10k brought her into his arms and held her tightly.

“I’m sorry about your house,” he said. “I’m sorry someone did this to you, that they took all the memories of this place.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “They didn’t take the memories. No one could ever take that from this place. Besides, I’d like to make some new memories here...with you.”

10k smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I think we’ve already started with that.”

(Y/N) giggled and pulled away from him. “Let’s go find everyone to tell them before they leave us abandoned.”

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hi 🙈🙈🙈 can we get another snippet of the new fic🙈🙈

I'll give you the whole chapter bestie

Read below or read it here on Ao3

Two weeks later, Lily had resigned herself to the fact her patronus hadn’t worked.

She spent the first few nights peering hopefully out her window, as if the doe would come bouncing back exclaiming good news. But nothing, except an unremarkable date with Derrick from legal, had changed.

Well that and her only friends travel plans.

“Why are flights so expensive?” Chrissy lamented, sliding the folder of her travel information across Lily’s kitchen table.

Her friend was flying back to New Mexico for her brother's wedding, and despite all her begging and pleading, Lily (or rather Lis) was not going with her.

She’d thought about it for a brief second, the promise of sunny weather and enchiladas was almost enough to break her resolve. But even though she’d given up hope of Moody coming back, something was telling her she had to stay.

“At least you get a vacation,” Lily pointed out, sliding the folder back to her friend. “Three weeks off and your mom's home cooking, that’s got to be worth every mark.”

“That’s a fair point,” Chrissy agreed, “What about you? You have tons of vacation days saved up, when are you going back to see Mr. Tall, dark, and mysterious?”

“Not anytime soon,” Lily responded somewhat glumly.

“I wish you’d give Derrick a fair shot.”

“I did give him a fair shot!” She argued, shooting her friend a look.

“You gave him the ‘I’m still hung up on someone shot’.” Her friend pointed out, rolling her eyes

Lily rolled her eyes right back, grabbing the empty plates from the table and moving into the kitchen.

“I did not.”

“Did too.” Her friend called back

“Look. What I had back home… It was different.” Lily explained, dropping their dishes into the soapy water in the sink. “We had been together since we were 17, and then things got complicated.”

(If you could call a genocidal maniac dark wizard complicated.)

Lily let out a frustrated breath, remembering their last conversation. James’s ridiculous reason for ending things, and the ensuing arguments with her friends. She’d often wondered if that had been the honest to goodness reason for calling it quits, that he wanted to protect her.

The secret self deprecating part of her brain often taunted her with the idea that he’d simply fallen out of love, and was no longer attracted to her.

“He was everything a first love was supposed to be, and part of me will never get over him. I still haven't fallen out of love with him… The problem is I don’t know if he’s over me, and the stupid part of my brain is telling me not to give up hope.”

She heard a soft thump from her dining room.

“I can hear you hitting your head against the table, there’s no need to be dramatic!” She called over her shoulder, “One day you’ll meet him and you’ll understand. It’s like you and that bloke from your hometown. What’s his name again? Martin?”

Silence responded to her question.

“Or was it Mathew, it was an M name right?”

Again she was met with silence.

“Chrissy?” Lily called out, a trickle of fear running down the back of her neck as her dining room remained silent.

Wishing her wand wasn’t stashed under the floorboards of her bedroom, she grabbed the next best form of protection, a paring knife that was sat on her cutting board.

She crept silently towards the kitchen door, blade held out in front of her with a shaking hand.

Lily barely had time to register Chrissy’s slumped over form before the knife went sailing from her grip.

She dove to the side, grabbing the next best thing, a wooden spoon, and chucked it with all her might into the dining room.

“Ow! Merlin's beard Evans!” A familiar voice came from her dining room

“Moody?”

“Yes for Agripa’s sake!” The auror came around the corner, missing two more fingers than she last remembered and sporting a bright red mark on his forehead from where the wooden spoon had hit him.

“Wait!” Lily said, diving across the kitchen and unsticking the paring knife from the wall, once again holding it out in front of her like a wand. “What was the name of the healer who helped me after the explosion?”

“Healer Jonesy.” Moody answered instantly, pulling open her icebox drawer and slapping a frozen bag of peas to his forehead “you’ve got a good arm on you Evans. You should have played chaser.”

Lily lowered the knife, peaking back through the kitchen door at Chrissy, who was slumped over at her table.

“Did you have to knock my friend out?”

“She’s not knocked out. Just sleeping.” Moody grunted

Chrissy let out a slight snore as if to prove his point.

“And besides, I wasn’t planning on you having company. I thought I told you to keep a low profile.”

“I did!” Lily argued, setting her kitchen knife in the sink. “Chrissy is my only friend, and besides, I've been here for a year! I needed some semblance of a life.”

Moody rolled his eye, the other one now under an eye patch, “well if you’re not too busy here. We’ve made enough headway in breaking up the supply chain for you to come home.”

It felt like a ball of ice dropped into her stomach.

Excitement, fear, dread, happiness. Every emotion imaginable was flying through her. What if everyone had forgotten her? How many of her friends were dead?

“Unless you don't want to come back?” Moody questioned shooting her a knowing look.

“I do. I do want to come back I’m just𑁋”

“Scared.” Moody finished for her, tossing the bag of frozen peas back into her icebox, “well you can’t play muggle forever Evans.”

Lily looked back at Chrissy, who was out cold on her kitchen table.

“I’ve already modified her memory.” Moody said, as if reading her mind, “You got an emergency transfer back home. You’ll keep in touch through letters.”

She nodded, a deep feeling of sadness washing over her again. Chrissy had become a part of her life, even if that life had been a lie.

“I’ll apperate her back to her flat𑁋 I’ve got the address.” He said before she could speak, “I’ve been keeping tabs on you Evans.”

“And you never thought to say this would take longer than expected? I’ve been here for a year, Alastor.” She snapped

“I said we wouldn’t speak again until I knew you could come back. You shouldn’t have sent that patronus.”

“So it reached you?” Lily asked curiously

“No, fizzled out halfway over Belgium. But it did trigger my observation wards for you.”

“You had observation wards on me?” She asked somewhat indignantly

“The order doesn't operate here. And the Magische Regierung von West-Berlin

is barely limping along. I didn’t want them involved but I needed to keep an eye on you somehow.” He explained, moving from her kitchen to her dining room. “I’m taking Barbie back to her place. You have twenty minutes to pack up, hope you haven't forgotten how to use your wand.”

He moved towards the dining room table, taking Chrissy’s wrist.

“Wait!” Lily stopped him before he could apparate her out, kneeling down to wrap an arm around her sleeping friend's shoulder. “Thank you.” She whispered, placing a quick kiss on Chrissy's forehead, she stepped back. Nodding to Moody to apperate her away.

It didn’t take her long to pack up her life. The small leather suitcase’s indetectable expansion charm had held strong, and after prying open the loose floorboard in her bedroom a wave of her wand had all her clothes, trinkets, and few personal items neatly packing themselves away.

Lily wasn’t going to miss West Berlin, or her job. But she would miss normality, moving about her day unknown and with less fear.

She allowed herself two minutes of tears. Because whenever a part of your life ends, whether it is good or bad, a part of you will always grieve it.

But by the time Moody apperated back into her apartment, she was together and collected.

“Are you ready to get back into it?”

“I think so.” She murmured with one last look around her empty apartment.

“You can’t think so, Evans.” The Auror pressed, “You’ve not been gone for a year. You’ve been dead for a year. You have to prepare yourself for what that will mean.”

Lily nodded, a deep sense of anxiety building in her stomach.

“I’m ready. No hesitations.”

“Good.” He said, pulling a smooth river rock (the portkey back to england) from his pocket

“Are we going back to order headquarters?” She asked

“Not yet. You still need to keep a low profile for a while. We’ll be dropping you off somewhere safe”

She nodded, before reaching forward and placing her hand on the stone.

“On the count of three” Moody began, “One, Two Three𑁋”

It was like a hook behind her navel, dragging her forward through a crushing whirl of her Berlin apartment and the cold, wet, english countryside.

When her feet finally hit solid ground, she was staring at a dilapidated old cottage. The top floor caving in, and its fence posts near rotting.

“I see the order’s budget has expanded.” She quipped, trying to calm the nervous bile that was rising in the back of her throat.

“We do our best.” Moody grinned, moving towards the fence post, “Hold onto my jacket as you go through. You don’t want to actually go up in smoke.

Grabbing hold of his jacket sleeve, they walked through the rotting gate together.

All at once the cottage changed, its top floor was no longer caved in, and the many holes and missing components had made themselves apparent.

“We’re using this as a holding space.” Moody explained as they picked their way through the overgrown cobbled path. “Azkabans guards can’t be trusted, and we like to question those we capture before sending them elsewhere.”

He tapped a zig zag pattern with his wand on the door, which shimmered a dark bronze before swinging open.

Aside from the fireplace, and few well worn armchairs, the first floor of the cottage was relatively empty.

A carved wooden door frame led to a set of narrow wooden stairs which must have led to the upstairs.

“Sirius!” Moody called up the stairs, “I have someone for you.”

Lily’s heart started beating fiercely the moment Moody called her friends names, and the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs made her want to throw up.

“If you’ve dragged another half bloodied piece of death eater filth in for me to guard I’ll𑁋”

Sirius swung around the door frame, but froze the second he saw who was in the room.

“Not a death eater.” Lily said softly, taking a tentative step forward

“What is this?” Sirius stepped back from her, he’d gone completely grey “what kind of sick joke is this Moody?”

“This is the end of a year-long operation.” The older man said, “and Evans needs a reintroduction to things.”

Sirius was staring at her, blue eyes wide, and hands shaking as he backed towards a ragged arm chair by the fireplace.

“Lily died.”

“She didn’t.” Moody grunted, “we just needed everyone to think she did.”

“Lily died.” Sirius stated again, more forcefully this time, a look of pure rage starting to crest in his handsome face. “Whoever this is, whatever deatheater trick𑁋 Lily would never leave us𑁋”

“In sixth year,” Lily interrupted nervously, trying to catch her friend's eye. “You and I had a conversation by the lake. Just the two of us.”

Sirius turned away from her, hands flying to his hair, fingers knotting in the fine strands by his temple.

She couldn’t see his face anymore, but his shoulders were shaking.

“We talked about… We talked about your family, your brother, and how you were scared for him.”

He still refused to look at her, but she kept going.

“About my feelings for James.”

“Enough.”

“About your feelings for Re𑁋”

“I said enough!” Sirius shouted, turning back to her. Tear tracks streaked his face, but his eyes were still bright with anger.

Moody stepped forward, putting a barrier between the both of them. “Lily’s going to be stepping back into her old role, but for now, we need to keep reintroductions to a minimum.”

“Reintroductions?” Sirius scoffed, shooting the both of them a glare. “Is that what you call this? Last year I was told one of my dearest friends, and the love of my best friend's life was blown up. I planned her funeral, placed flowers on an empty grave, and watched my brother whither away without her. And now she’s standing in my sitting room.” He swiped his wrist across his mouth angrily, “you have the gall to call this a reintroduction?”

“Sirius, I'm sorry. I didn’t want to leave, it destroyed me being away from you all, but I’m back and I want𑁋”

“No. You don’t get to destroy us all over again.” Sirius snapped, hands shaking, his gaze refusing to meet hers. “You don’t𑁋 you were DEAD Lily.”

He collapsed into the chair behind him again, “we had a funeral for you.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered again, nails digging into the skin of her wrist “I didn’t want to leave… I wanted somehow to tell you all I was still alive but𑁋”

“I was insistent.” Moody grunted, standing up from his spot by the fire and moving towards the door, “I need to get going. So either you pull yourself together enough for Evans to stay, or I'm shipping her back to Berlin and wiping your memory too.”

Sirius shot the older man a glare, “fine. Pulled together.” He snapped, sitting up straighter in his chair and giving the Auror a mock salute.

“Good. Now remember, keep re-introductions𑁋”

“To a minimum. I got it.”

Moody grunted in acknowledgment before stepping out into the rainy evening, slamming the door behind him.

Sirius got up from the armchair, opening and closing his hands in a flexed fist.

Lily could barely breathe, watching as her former friend paced the room, flinching everytime his eyes glanced in her direction, before pulling a box of cigarettes from his coat pocket and finally looking at her fully.

“Moony kept having nightmares.” Sirius said, breaking the tense silence, “after you died he kept having this recurring dream of you, drenched in blood trying to reach out to him.”

He lit a cigarette with shaking hands.

“He kept saying that you were trying to pass him a letter, trying to tell him something.” He took a long draft of his cigarette. “I told him it was just his grief. That he was blaming himself for your death, imagining that there was something left to say. But that did happen didn’t it? When Moody said he would wipe my memory as well?”

Lily nodded, tears were streaming silently down her face now. “When I got back from the mission, I was wounded, really bad. I managed to pass off the intel I had collected, but after that… It all went dark.”

Sirius took a long drag from his cigarette, silent as he listened to her story.

“And when I came too Moody said it would be better if I stayed dead, that the death eaters thought both their intel and I went up in smoke.” She sniffed, “He said I would only be gone for a few months but𑁋”

“You were gone for a year.” Sirius finished. There was still a hint of anger in his voice but his eyes were watery.

“I was in West Berlin, working for the British embassy. My name was Elisabeth, my friend, Chrissy, she called me Lis. She kept trying to set me up with this American bloke Derrick.”

“So you were happy there?”

“I existed there.” She corrected, meeting his piercing glare. “I spent every waking moment wanting to be back with you all.”

“Then why didn’t you leave?”

“Lives were at stake.” Lily shook her head, “Moody made it very clear that if I came back, people would die. And I didn’t know how, I can’t exactly apparate from Berlin, and the magical community there is tiny. Less than 300 people, I just had to wait.”

Sirius let out a frustrated breath, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt.

“James can’t produce a patronus anymore.” He said after a beat of tense silence, “he was… Lily, I can't even explain to you what it was like for him.”

She let out a shaky breath, swiping furiously at her eyes.

“Evans… this𑁋 you coming back. I don’t know…” He trailed off, stubbing the last of his cigarette out. “Lily, your death destroyed him. He’s still a shell of who he was, and I don’t know how he’s going to react.”

“You think I should stay dead.”

“I think we need to be careful about how we do this.” Sirius corrected, “he’s only just started to… to come back I guess.”

“Move on you mean.”

“He could never move on from you Lily.” He scoffed, “when he broke up with you he was a mess, thought he was doing it to protect you. And then when you died… merlin I thought I was going to lose him too.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” He stood up taking a tentative step towards her, “I think the only reason he kept going is because he’s determined to stomp out every last death eater. That in some way it will make him feel less guilty.”

“Less guilty?”

“James thought you went on that mission because of him.” Sirius sighed, “he knew that you were angry, wanted to prove yourself.”

“He was never the reason for that.” Lily scoffed, folding her arms over her chest, “I was sick of being on the sidelines. Wanted a win for myself as well as for our side.”

She looked down, suddenly unable to look at him as she held back more tears. “Only I ended up being sidelined far more than I expected.”

There was another moment of silence. Another quiet, empty moment. Something she was accustomed to with Sirius.

“For fucks sake come here.” He finally said, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.

She let herself melt into him. Months of anticipation and moments of tense, accusatory dialog had her on edge.

But now it felt like she’d never left.

“I didn’t want to leave.” Lily whispered softly into the crook of his shoulder, “Do you hate me?”

“I could never hate you Evans, especially when we just got you back… I’m just worried.” He explained, stepping back from her

She sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her sleeve “Worried?”

“About how the hell we’re going to tell James.”

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writing-in-a-chipotle · 3 years ago

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Unbearably Mortal (Part 1)

(Alcina Dimitrescu x gender neutral reader)

Summary: In which you arrive in Romania, and are not exactly given a warm welcome.

Words: ~1.5 K

A/N: Hi, y’all! This will be a multi-part series following you, the reader, through your weird and possibly scary trip to Romania. There will be plenty of fluff, a dash of angst, and some lovely miscommunication. Oh, and lots of blood. And murder. But you were already expecting that, weren’t you? :P

Cold.

Everything was cold.

This was not what you had expected when you’d gone to visit your late grandmother’s home.

None of your family members knew her really, not like she had very many to begin with anyway. And sure, she was your mother’s mother, but when your mom was eighteen, she took almost every cent she had and bought a one-way plane ticket out of her little Romanian hometown.

She hadn’t spoken to her mother since, just sending the occasional letter every few months. And while her mother responded with letters of her own, they eventually stopped coming. Your mother was busy with her life with her new family and job, so she didn’t have time to worry about exactly why she wasn’t being written back.

When you were 23, you received a phone call from your mom, telling you that your grandmother had passed suddenly in the night. You drove two hours to your parents’ house to find your mom’s face streaked with tears. In her hand was her mother’s — your grandmother’s — crumpled will.

Your grandmother had left almost everything in her possession to your mom. She had never known you or your father, and probably didn’t even know you two existed. You and your father were fine, but your mom was devastated, decades of guilt from abandoning her mother finally bubbling to the surface.

Your mom was incredibly distraught with herself. Seeing her drown in her emotions, you offered to go there to scope out the area. You were in college of course, but summer vacation was just around the corner. When the semester ended, you could travel to Romania for a few weeks, see what the house had to offer, and return home with a truckload of pictures. What your mom decided to do with the house would be completely up to her after that.

Your parents agreed, however reluctantly. They were worried about you traveling alone in such a rural area. You waved them off, telling them that your phone was connected to satellite, so no matter where you were on earth, you would be able to call for help.

You had not predicted a blizzard would freeze the components. And now you’re lost. Oh, and gravely underprepared as well.

Time stood at a standstill. The frozen landscape seemed infinite, stretching on untouched no matter which way you turned. It was almost impossible to see through the sleet and snow. Looking down, you couldn’t even see your own footprints in the snow. You shivered, pulling your threadbare jacket closer.

How long have you been outside?

You didn’t know anymore. Every step ached, every breath hurt. You glanced down at your fingers and swallowed dryly. They were blue.

You wouldn’t survive out here for much longer.

You blinked away the snowflakes that were rapidly collecting on your eyelashes. You needed shelter, and fast.

In the distance, a piercing creak of metal caught your attention. It sounded close.

You didn’t bother to think. Stumbling and slipping through the ice and snow, you made your way towards the sound. You kept going until you practically walked into something.

It was a large gate.

A large open gate.

You stumbled through, trudging up to a set of tall wooden doors.

“H-help…” you rasped, grasping the iron knocker. You winced at the metal’s unbearable temperature. It was frozen at its hinges. Weakly, you banged on the doors with your fists. “Please…” You leaned against it, sliding to the ground. Your eyes were so heavy…

The door opened and you fell backwards through the entrance. There were two young women… maids? You couldn’t tell. Your vision was too blurry to see who exactly had come to your rescue. They grabbed your arms and pulled them around their necks, carrying you further into the hallway.

“This is bad,” one whispered, “oh, this is very, very bad…”

“What do we do??” The other one hissed.

“The doors…” the first woman dropped your arm as if she’d been burned and raced to the open door, shutting it as quickly as she could. You groaned.

“Be quiet, you!” The second one snapped fearfully.

The first maid rushed back to you and pulled your lax arm over her shoulder again. “Servant’s quarters. Now.”

They carried — well, more like dragged you through the winding hallways, stopping only once to catch their breath. It was hard for you to pay attention. Your head lolled back and forth with the jostling from the maids’ rushed steps.

Everything was cold… everything hurt…

The maids placed you down on a bed and hurriedly built a fire. The warmth cut through the blistering cold, sending a chill up your spine. Your eyes fluttered closed.

And you were sent tumbling into a dream.

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Visions passed your subconscious mind in a swirling blur. Snowdrifts, claws, a woman in white…

You didn’t understand the images.

Gloves hands came into view. They bent and flexed, flitting across your face like smoke. A gentle finger traced your jawline and you leaned into the touch. You looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the person caressing you face.

You saw nothing but inky darkness.

Just as suddenly as they had appeared, the loving hands vanished.

And in its place, a grinning maw materialized, blood dripping from razor sharp canines.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything.

And then you were falling.

Falling….

Falling…..

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You awoke with a strangled gasp. You were lying on a cot in a strange and small room. Blankets covered you from head to toe, and you melted in the heat.

“Hey, you’re awake.” You turned, startled at the voice. It was a maid, clad in an outdated black and white uniform. Her auburn hair was braided neatly into a bun, with only a single wispy lock escaping, hanging by her ear. She frowned, leaning closer. “Woah, I’m here to help you. No need to panic.” She pressed the back of her hand to your forehead and sighed with relief. “Your fever finally broke, thank the Goddess.”

Goddess?

“I… thank you,” you said, your mind swirling, “but, uh, where am I? And who are you?”

“Oh! Where are my manners…” the maid shook her head. “I am Mary, one of the maids here at Castle Dimitrescu. Another maid — her name is Sarah, mind you — helped me put you here. You’re in my bed, in the servant’s quarters.”

“Oh, sorry,” you mumbled guiltily, suddenly very aware of where you were. “I didn’t realize...” You pulled back the blankets to get up, but sank back down into the material as you processed her words. “Wait… Castle??”

Mary’s eyes widened in fear. “Sh!!! Keep your voice down!” The maid’s demeanor changed on a dime as she smacked a hand over your mouth, muffling any sound you might make. Shocked and confused, you tried to mumble out your questions, but the icy glare Mary gave you quickly shut you up. Your heart raced.

What was going on??

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

The sound of heavy footfalls from the floor above echoed around the room. Your heart beat wildly in your chest.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Was it getting closer? You couldn’t tell. You looked at Mary for any hope of comfort and your heart fell. She looked just as scared, if not even more so than you felt.

THUMP… THUMP...

The sound of footsteps suddenly stopped. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, it was beating so loudly. You tried not to breathe too hard, for fear that whatever was up there might hear you.

A pained scream echoed through the castle, ricocheting off the stone walls. You flinched at the sound. It sounded so agonizing… so... human.

Mary didn’t move. Her eyes were fixed on the wall behind you, seemingly trying to bore holes into the stone.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the footsteps started again, traveling deeper into the castle. Mary didn’t remove her hand until the sound of the footfalls were long gone.

“W-What… what was that?” You whispered to her.

“I believe that was the Lady of the house.” Mary said blankly, still keeping her eyes locked on the wall.

“And… the screaming? Mary, what’s going on here?” You didn’t want to know. You didn’t want to hear what horrible things happened here. Was this an elaborate prank? A horror house??

She shook her head fearfully “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea-“

“Please, Mary,” you pleaded, “I need to know what this is. I have to.”

Mary looked at you for a moment, then took a shuddering breath. “This… is Castle Dimitrescu. The Lady, along with her three daughters, drink the blood of whomever they choose and make wine from the excess.”

Your stomach churned. That couldn’t be right… vampires didn’t exist. “Wha-“

“And,” Mary turned to look at you, locking you into her haunting gaze, “if they catch you,” she leaned closer as if to whisper a secret.

“You’re going to wish you died at the door.”

#my writing #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #reader insert #RE8 #gender neutral reader

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phoenix-manga · 4 years ago

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Trainer Phoebe Character Information

⊖ Phoebe is 14-years-old and her hometown is Azalea Town in the Johto region. Unlike the other 10-year-olds who wanted to go on a journey to become Pokémon trainers, Phoebe thought that they wanted to do something different.

⊖ So, they started to work as an apprentice at Kurt’s pokéball workshop and help make unique pokéballs. It wasn’t until she came across an injured Furret while she was sent out to harvest apricorns. It was cornered by an apricorn tree as a swarm of Beedrill were attacking it, luckily she had a repel on her and used it to drive the Beedrill away.

⊖ Phoebe decided to take the injured Furret to the Pokémon center along with Kurt who went along with her. After Nurse Joy did what she could to remove the poison from Furret, he seemed to be in a stable condition but he still needed to be looked after. Unfortunately, Nurse Joy is booked and has other duties, Kurt suggests that Phoebe should foster Furret for a while.

⊖ Though Phoebe seemed startled by the suggestion, she couldn’t decline because Furret really needs help, so she agrees to keep it at her house until it gets better. Kurt reassures her that he’ll pardon her absence at the smithy. It took two weeks for Furret to finally feel better again, within those two weeks Furret warmed up to Phoebe.

⊖ He always gets curious about everything she does, from cleaning her room or even doing schoolwork, he wants to stick close to her. Phoebe doesn’t mind and she feels proud to earn the gratitude of the Pokémon.

⊖ Her parents start to notice how Phoebe changed ever since she started fostering Furret, she wasn’t keeping to herself anymore and started to interact more with other Pokémon. When Furret was feeling a bit better to have a healthy walk, he would often greet other Pokémon, mostly likely the Slowpokes around town. Phoebe chuckles at how cute they are, being friendly with each other.

When Furret was finally healed and ready to get back to the wild, Phoebe accompanied him to the forest where she encountered his pack. The pack consisted of Sentret and Furret seemed to be the pack’s leader. Furret rushed to them and coiled around a few as a way of greeting them, the Sentret greeted him back. Phoebe looks at the scene with a small frown, she got so used to having Furret around, the thought of going their own way feels sad. But he’s a wild Pokémon and it’s not her right to keep him from his pack. She starts to leave and head back to town, it started to rain as she walked back.

Furret’s joy is short lived, not long after Phoebe left the same swarm of Beedrill returned and started to attack the pack. Furret tried his best to ward them off but he was outnumbered and none of the Sentret were strong enough to damage the Beedrill. In desperation Furret cried out in the forest.

⊖ Phoebe hears the cry and rushes back to him without second thoughts. She saw the Beedrill swarm and unfortunately, she didn’t bring any repels this time so she threw pebbles at the Beedrill to use herself as bait to lead them away from the pack. It worked but due to the rain it made the ground slippery, Phoebe was unlucky and slipped on a muddy spot. She fell down the side of the path into a ravine where she sprained her ankle.

⊖ The Beedrill retreated since it couldn’t spot her anymore but she was too far from the town. She felt like she was going to be stuck here for a long time until she heard Furret call out to her from the top of the ravine. Phoebe tells Furret to go to town and find anyone to help her.

⊖ Furret calls out to his pack to find any humans to alert them of Phoebe’s location, the Sentret ran to town startling anyone who came across them. The commotion caused by Sentret alerted Officer Jenny and Kurt who followed them to the ravine where Furret was looking into. Officer Jenny called for backup to get Phoebe out of there and rushed her to the hospital.

⊖ Phoebe wasn’t hurt too bad, only needing to bandage her cuts and bruises along with the sprain in her fall. Her parents were called and the doctors informed them that she would need 3 weeks to heal the sprain.

⊖ During those 3 weeks, she can’t help but think of Furret who saved her, what was he doing now? Is his pack doing alright? So many thoughts came to her mind but they were all about Furret.

⊖ After 3 weeks, Phoebe got back to working at the smithy where she was finally able to craft her first successful pokéball, she managed to make a Friend Ball, Kurt tells her to keep it as a reminder of her achievements.

⊖ Just then, Kurt’s granddaughter calls for her grandfather because there was a large group of Pokémon in front of their workshop. Kurt and Phoebe rush outside to see Furret along with its pack, some of the Sentret seemed to have evolved but Phoebe easily recognizes that same Furret she fostered.

⊖ He walked up to her and stared at the Friend Ball in her hand, Kurt realized what Furret wanted and told Phoebe that the Pokémon wanted to be caught.

⊖ Phoebe panics a bit and says that she has no plans of being a trainer because she thinks she doesn’t have the skill. Kurt tells her that what makes a trainer isn’t just skill alone but also a bond with the Pokémon they partner with.

⊖ That got Phoebe to throw the Friend Ball at Furret who let himself be captured. After that, Phoebe decided to give being a Pokémon Trainer a try. Thus starting the Pokémon journey across several regions, catching and seeing different kinds of Pokémon and challenging different trainers.

#pokemon #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x pokemon #pokemon x twisted wonderland #trainer oc #headcanons

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bxtchforstyles · 4 years ago

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‘Tis the Damn Season

Harry Styles x high school ex!Y/N

Y/N comes home from college back to her hometown for the first time in almost two years for the holidays where Harry, her ex boyfriend still lives. She didn’t know how much he missed her, but turns out, the feeling was mutual.

Warning: none

Word count: ~2.5k

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The winter wind brushed roughly against Y/N’s face as she walked out of the airport and into the open air of her hometown. She had decided to come home for her winter break, to spend time with her family during the holiday season.

Shockingly enough though, she was not excited to be home. She had left almost two years ago to college, and didn’t have any plans of ever returning.

But the girl loved her parents, and when they so graciously begged her to come home and enjoy Christmas with them, she couldn’t exactly find it in her to say no.

This town held many bad memories for her, she spent her high school working her ass off to get into college instead of enjoying it like she should have, she had friends that she never really cared about having. But the worst part of this town was Harry.

For as long as Y/N could remember, the only thing she ever wanted to take away from living in this tiny, no good town, was Harry. They had planned everything out, they were both going to go to college somewhere in America, fleeting the tortuous city that they had known much too long.

But when Y/N had announced to Harry that she had received a scholarship from NYU, Harry wasn’t as excited as she thought he would be. That’s when he had told her that he would be staying in London to go to University.

That broke her heart.

Now that she was back for the holidays for the first time since she had last seen Harry, she had no plans of seeing him, it was for the better.

“Y/N!” Her mother called for her, jumping out of her car door to embrace her daughter in a warm hug. “Gosh, I missed you so much.”

“You just saw me a few weeks ago, mom.” Y/N laughed, wrapping her arms around her mother’s thin shoulders.

The reunion was sweet, just her mother and her as they drove back to Y/N’s childhood home. Her mother had let her know that her father was at home preparing their famous ‘Christmas Eve dinner’ Where all of their family friends came over to enjoy the festivities of Christmas together.

Y/N’s parents had almost been quite the hostess’, so it wasn’t really a surprise to her when she found out about the annual dinner, it was pretty much to be expected.

But what she didn’t expect to see when she had walked into the well known house, was the Styles family, sitting at the familiar dining table.

She had wanted to walk back outside right then and there, get back in the car, drive back to the airport, and go back to New York. It was hard enough for her to be here back at her childhood home, being reminded of everything she hated about being here, but now that Harry and his family had entered the equation, the only thing she could think about was going home.

Luckily for her mother’s sake, she kept her composure and smiled sweetly to the multiple families that sat around the table.

Y/N knew very well this was her mother’s doing, since she had always been the one rooting for Harry and Y/N to get back together again. It wasn’t fair for Y/N, having to sit at a miserable dinner just because her mom was mourning the loss of her daughter’s ex boyfriend.

“Mom,” Y/N looked towards where he mother was standing, interrupting whatever useless story her mother was telling. “Can I speak to you, please?”

She looked up at her with a smile, “Of course, what is it sweetie?” God, she hated that pet name.

“Alone. Please?”

“Oh…” She then trailed off, seeming to finally realize that her daughter was being quite serious. “Let’s go to the kitchen.”

As soon as the French doors to the concealed kitchen shut behind her mother, Y/N felt like a fuse inside her was bound to burst. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Y/N, I can explain.” Her mother already seemed to know what she was talking about by the guilty look on her face.

“Please, do explain why you decided to invite my ex boyfriend and his family to our family’s Christmas Eve dinner when you knew very well that I would be home.”

“You have to understand, the Styles family,”

Y/N cut her off, “My ex boyfriend’s family.” She utters under her breath,

“That's enough from you,” her mother seethes back. “Their family are very good friends of mine and your father’s, and we had no idea Harry would be coming with them.”

“Mom! Why even are you good friends with Harry’s family?”

“Y/N, your relations with Harry has nothing to do with our relations with his parents, whether you think Harry’s a good person or not, his parents are.”

“Harry is a good person! That’s the problem!”

Her mother’s eyes widened in shock, “How is that a problem?”

“Because if I have to sit at dinner with they guy that still is civil with me, and is still nice to me even after I left him in the fucking dust, then I’m going to want to stay here! And I can’t stay here!” Y/N’s voice was rising as the tears began to well in her eyes.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt.” When Y/N heard the familiar voice, she looked towards the door to see the person who had walked through the door.

Standing in the kitchen, quietly turning to shut the French doors behind her, was Harry’s mom, Anne.

That’s when Y/N realized exactly when Anne came in the kitchen. It was because she could most likely hear Y/N and her mother’s entire conversation, which meant everyone else did too.

But Anne didn’t say anything about the comments made about her son, only walking quickly up to Y/n and wrapping her in a hug. This only made the tears in Y/N’s eyes fall quickly as she sunk into the motherly embrace.

“You know, he still loves you, I see it in his face anytime we bring you up.” Anna whispered to Y/N, making her a sobbing mess.

“Y-you guys still talk about me?” Was the first ridiculous question that came to mind.

“Are you joking? Of course we do, when we heard that you had applied for medical school to try and become a doctor we were so proud of you, couldn’t stop talking about it for weeks!” Y/N smiled at her excitement, “And Harry isn’t the only one who misses you, we all do. You were a part of our family, dear.”

The girl sighed, “I wish it could have been easier.”

“Don’t worry about that, now let’s go upstairs and get you cleaned up for dinner, I promise that foolish son of mine won’t say a word.” She smirks, pulling Y/N along with her out of the kitchen and upstairs towards the bathroom.

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Thankfully for Y/N, the dinner wasn’t as awkward as she thought it was going to be. It had already been over an hour of all of the guests sitting around the table, and it was almost time for dessert.

“So, Y/N, what kind of doctor are you planning on becoming?” One of the ladies who was friends with her mother asked, making everyone else look towards Y/N.

“Oh, Yeah! I heard you got into med school!”

“Aw, congratulations!”

Everyone continued to talk about her accomplishments and congratulate her before she had even gotten a change to respond.

After the conversation died down a bit, she finally took her opportunity. “Well, I really love kids so I would love to do something with pediatrics, but I haven’t even gotten to my clinicals yet, so I'm not one hundred percent sure yet.”

Everyone was intently listening to her as she continued to talk about what she was planning on doing once she was out of school, and everyone was obviously very excited for her. All of the attention was on Y/N though, which was not something she genuinely liked, everyone asking her questions while gawking at how smart she seemed.

It was difficult for Y/N to continue dessert after all of the talk about her going to medical school, mostly because she could only notice one thing among the people around the table.

and that was the fact that Harry never looked up from his plate during the entire time people were talking about her, and she wanted to know why. Could he seriously not even look up and smile at her to acknowledge that he was somewhat proud of what she had done over the past year and a half?

She quickly scrapped her plate into the large sink of the kitchen before opening the glass doors that led from the kitchen and into the backyard garden. Y/N always liked to walk around her when she was in high school whenever she needed to think, and there was even a wooden swing hanging from a tree that she used to do a lot of her studying while sitting on.

“What are you doing back here?” The all too familiar voice threw her off balance when she whipped her head around to see Harry standing directly behind her.

She stumbled slightly before quickly regaining her balance as she stood in front of her high school boyfriend. “I mean, this is my house, so I should be asking you that.”

“I had a feeling this is where I’d find you.” Harry sat on the swing before using his hand to motion for her to sit next to her, she didn’t know why she did, but she did.

“So then why’d you ask why I was back here if you knew this is where I would be?” She questioned with a confused face.

He smiled at her lightly, “I said I knew you’d be here, not that I knew why you’d be here.” That answer didn’t really satisfy her, but she didn’t care.

“Look, I know that you don’t want me here, but I wanted you to know that I miss you, a lot. And I told myself I’d never wait for you, because I had a pretty strong feeling that you would never be coming back. But now that you’re back in our hometown, standing in front of me, screaming about me in the middle of your kitchen, I knew that I was subconsciously waiting for you.”

At the moment Y/N definitely wanted to stop and say ‘wait, you heard that?’ But she already knew that he did. So instead all she could do was wait for him to begin speaking again, since she was much too shocked to speak for herself in that moment.

It took Harry a while to speak up again too, making her quite nervous for what he could possibly have to say next.

“You know I love you a lot, right?” He looked towards her, her eyes already widening at his confession. “I always did when we were together, and I never really stopped, even after you left.”

“I-” Y/N cut herself off with her own laughter, “This is definitely not how I was expecting tonight to go.”

Then Harry started laughing with her, and before they knew it, they were both sitting on the old wooden swing, back like when they were in high school, making jokes and laughing over old memories.

“I need to know that you won’t leave me again.”

It was sudden, much too sudden for Y/N to even comprehend what he had said. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, Y/N.” It was true, she did already know exactly what he was talking about, “Things were good between us, we were so happy together. But then you left, and I’ve never been the same.”

“Harry,” her tone was warningly. “Don’t go trying to blame what happened to us on me leaving.”

“What am I supposed to blame it on then, Y/N? I thought you were the only one for me, I thought we were going to last forever. The only thing that changed that was you leaving to go to America.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “What do you think now?”

“You’re the only one that I could ever think about loving!” He didn’t act like it was supposed to be a surprise to her, because it wasn’t. “And I want you to stay, for us. I want you to stay here.”

“You know I can’t do that-”

“And why can’t you?” Harry’s questions were being asked quickly.

“Because I have nothing left here anymore, Harry!” She finally yelled, “I moved everything good about this shitty town with me when I left to New York, so no Harry, I am not going to stay here any longer than I half too.”

“........”

Tears began to well in her eyes, “I’m sorry that I left you, I know that I hurt you, I see that now. So whatever I can do to make us even, I’ll do it. Just tell me what it is that you want from me, that doesn’t involve me staying in this shitty town longer than this weekend.”

The sigh that left Harry’s lips was an accurate representation of how he was feeling right then. He knew he wasn’t going to win with Y/N, she was stubborn and wanted her left to stay the same as it was right now. She didn’t feel any sudden urgency to move back to London, but he wished that she did.

“Be mine for the weekend then.” He stated after a moment. “Like you were back in high school, let me see if I can change your mind by the end of the weekend, and if I can’t, you can leave. You can go back to New York and pretend that this weekend never happened.

“Fine.” She nodded affirmatively, “Call us even, I’ll be yours for the weekend.”

His facial expression said it all, and Y/N could basically feel the excitement radiating off of him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Then she added, “I still love you too, by the way.”

“And why are you just now saying this?”

They both were smiling at each other at this point, making the night feel much shorter by the minute. She shrugged in response to his previous question though.

“‘Tis the damn season, right?”

#Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #high school!harry #harry styles #harry styles blog #harry styles blurb #harry styles x ofc #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #solo harry

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devarriaga · 2 years ago

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❝ HE’S FIRE AND ICE. YOU’LL FEAR THE COLD AND CRAVE THE BURN. ❞

name. devon enrique cisneros arriaga nicknames. dev, kique (close friends + fam) age. thirty one. hometown. manhattan, ny (born in mexico) length of time in vc. a few days - ish

BIO UNDER CUT.

tidbits ...

born in culiacán, mexico to a basque mother and mexican father, devon had all the love any child could ever need running through his veins. it’s just a shame, that love would later be snuffed out. not long after esteban cisneros was killed by a drug cartel in their home, did carla arriaga flee with her newborn son. they took up refuge in carla’s family home where she raised devon by herself until he was three and she met a rich, charming man from the city at the hotel where she worked in mexico. the two hit it off and entered into a whirlwind marriage rather abruptly. but carla was easy to love and adam couldn’t wait to build a life with her and her son.

they followed adam to the big apple where he’d lived his entire life. he came from a long lineage of bankers, politicians and business mongrels. the sudden, instantaneous transition from rags to riches really did a number on devon. he went from having nothing to everything in a matter of a few short weeks. over the years, this turned a warmhearted, humble kid into a stone cold prick. one that was easily swayed by money and power. after all, it made his life easier.

in time and age, devon began to emulate his stepfather by putting material belongings and possessions, along with social status, over genuine human connections. he made okay grades, partied too hard, and slept around way too much. he was your typical teenage lothario.

least he was... until he met her. a brown eyed, 5′4 beauty who swept him off his feet with her bright smile and heavenly dripped laugh. kiraz sayar had taken his clipped wings and reattached them. taught him how to fly and soar to new heights, persuaded by her love and light. so much so, he let it blind him. before devon knew it, he let her sunny heart overshadow his darkness.

for awhile, everything was glorious. the devil had found his angel and as crazy as it sounded, he loved her. in the best ways he knew how. but, it wasn’t always sunshine and roses. kira might’ve pulled devon from the depths of his own hell but she couldn’t completely eradicate his purgatory.

all that love crashed and burned the second self doubt, insecurities and jealousy coiled around his heart. the love that blossomed, was washed out and demolished by rain. devon let his uncertainties, hesitations and poisonous fears ruin them. ruin her. he pushed her away, right into the arms of another man who he’d later come to learn had fathered her child. a child that wasn’t his. a child that has yet to be born and yet he despises with every shred of hatred his being can muster.

when he found out she cheated (despite her having every reason to at the time) devon was livid. he couldn’t look at her anymore without seeing scarlet red clouding his vision. in a desperate attempt to preserve his dignity or ego, he had his family pay her off and chase her out of the city she started to make her home. in devon’s eyes, she didn’t belong in new york and he didn’t want her there.

after she left though, all that pain and loathing and visceral hate still hadn’t let up. it wasn’t every day that someone so pure hearted and so naive was able to pull the wool over his eyes. it bothered him to his core. still does. to the point, he’s on a mission to fix that. vancouver’s his opportunity to settle a score he refuses to lose. besides, he needs answers. a cure for the violent ache in his chest. an emptiness that didn’t exist until she broke his heart. maybe if he’s satisfied, he’ll be able to let her go. put back what’s broken and start over again.

either way..... if there’s one thing about the devil, he always gets his due.

#bio.

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bisexualklausmikaelson · 4 years ago

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and all the magic we made (12/20)

a/n: well i had another mental breakdown :/ so here's another sporadic update for you all :) thanks for sticking through with this story!

Rebekah runs around, from store to store, touching and feeling every item of clothing that catches her eye.

Sparkles, sequins, furs, silks -

Kol quickly realizes how grave of a mistake this shopping trip with his sister has suddenly become.

The length of his stay in his hometown still remain indefinite - last night was a surprise, seeing his niece and not to mention his brother’s infamous Hayley Marshall was certainly something he wasn’t expecting.

If anything, their interactions serve as inspiration for his next move.

Hence the dress shopping, of course.

“So tell me, brother,” Rebekah hums, fingers grasping at a white dress, holding it against her body as she stares at herself in the mirror. “Why are we here anyway? Are we shopping for a special someone? A girl, perhaps?” She stammers on.

“Bekah,” Kol chides. “Such curiosity will bite you in the arse,” he remarks, snatching the dress away from her and placing it back on the shopping rack.

She rolls her eyes, sighing as she follows him down towards the aisle of more colourful textures and fabrics. “Oh c’mon,” she breathes. “You know how starved I am for some hot gossip.”

He doesn’t answer her until she grabs his sleeve and starts whining.

Tell meeeee!!

“Fine-” Kol huffs, shrugging her hand away.

Then suddenly, the perfect dress catches his attention.

It’s a gorgeous purple gown with a mermaid tail flair at the bottom, the sleeves are adorned with pink pearls and with dark lace details.

“It is for a girl,” he confirms, grabbing a hold of the garment. “I like her, I wanna show her how much she means to me, there, satisfied?” He holds the dress up to show it to his sister.

Rebekah smiles, admiring the beauty of the outfit. “Very much,” she nods.

After that, he takes her through even more stores - a purse, jewelry and shoes is a must for a girl so special.

“Okay,” he sighs, grabbing a matching set of pearl earrings and a necklace. “Now it’s your turn,” he comments. “You and Marcel, is this thing happening again?”

She takes her time, taking a deep breath before proceeding to offer him an answer. “I don’t know,” Rebekah tells him. “I care for him, deeply, I always have. I’m just not sure he feels the same for me.”

The look on his sister’s face brings him no joy - he’s used to teasing her about her crushes, even embarrassing her about them. But, this time, Kol feels sorry for her, she loved so honestly and so carelessly.

It filled him with both admiration and pity.

“So, you’re looking for closure?” He wonders.

She raises a brow, thinking of his words carefully. “I am not sure,” Rebekah admits. “Maybe,” she whispers softly.

Kol doesn’t say anything else for a bit - he picks out a pair of heels, a small clutch to complete the outfit. His sister approves of his every choice, it comes so easily to him, almost as if he didn’t need her guidance anymore.

“If you ask me,” he finally says. “I always thought you deserved much better than a man who is too afraid to love you.”

His sentence hits deeper than she can ever imagine.

She finds herself asking when exactly did her troublesome little brother decide to become all grown up.

Hayley’s weekends are often spent alone with her daughter.

Normally, other girls her age are busy studying for college exams, hitting up a club or party, going on dates -

Being with Hope Marshall beats all of that, she thinks.

Even when she wants to hang out with Klaus Mikaelson.

“Ready to go, sweetheart?” He smiles widely as he’s at the door - reaching over to pick up his daughter.

“Yep!” Hope cheers.

Now, her weekends are spent with him. Sandalwood scented cologne, old books in the backseat, a picture of his siblings hanging from the rear view mirror of his car -

“So this gallery,” Hayley says, sitting beside him as he begins to drive them towards their destination. Hope is all settled in her car seat, distracted by her toys. “Is this the type of date the old Klaus would take me out on?” Hayley adds on.

Klaus offers her a confused look. “Old Klaus? A date?” He asks.

She doesn’t offer him much - she simply presses her lips together until they become a thin white line. “C’mon,” she shrugs. “Don’t beat around the bush. Old Klaus did that a lot, I wanna know what this new Klaus is like.”

He hasn’t heard this allegory from her before - he supposes that it’s how she’s rationalizing their whole relationship.

You see, in Hayley’s head, there are two Klaus’.

Old Klaus was aloof, a rule-breaker, the type to get high with her on her couch, to cut class on the school rooftop, to leave without a kiss goodbye in the morning.

And then, there’s new Klaus. New Klaus is…different. He’s more determined, more direct about what he wants.

He’s kind - kinder than she last remembers him.

“Well,” at last, he stops the car, arriving at the gallery. “New Klaus likes to keep you on your toes,” he smirks, leading Hope and Hayley inside the paintings section.

“Ah,” she hums, looking around the large room. “So not much has changed,” she realizes, looking back and seeing the strangest smile on his face.

They both follow Hope into another inter-connected room where only one single portrait is hung up on the wall.

It’s a forest of wolves, tall trees, greenery - and a young Hayley Marshall sitting amongst them.

She stares at it awe, Hope freaks out, screaming and jumping up and down.

Mommy! It’s you! You’re in the painting!!

“New Klaus still likes to surprise you,” he reveals, allowing her to take it all in.

By the time Kol finishes his shopping, it’s basically evening.

Rebekah had gone home for a rest while he still continued his way down the street.

The trip there is quiet - his head is filled with thoughts, how he’s gunna see the girl of his dreams again, how she’s probably just eagerly waiting for him.

So eager in fact, that she opens the door for him before he can even knock on it.

“You,” Davina releases, with her hair in a messy bun, bunny pyjamas and slippers still on. “Came back,” she completes.

“That I did, darling,” Kol tells her, smiling. “Just as I had promised you, all those years ago,” he offers.

Davina thought she’d be more upset at him.

Their relationship had been a strange one - meeting per chance at the local occult club, unexpected encounters at the music store, catching each other reading Edgar Allan Poe by the marina -

They started dating soon after, and connected on every single level.

For the longest time, their relationship felt like fate.

Until, that is, Kol Mikaelson, along with all the other Mikaelsons, mysteriously left town.

(Although, granted, he did still keep contact with his lover, unlike the rest of his siblings, who were so far deep in self-hatred that they denied themselves of this).

“What do you have there?” Davina asks, noticing the large shopping bag in Kol’s hands.

He pulls out the gorgeous gown he had gotten. “It’s for you,” he informs her. “A present, if you will,” Kol specifies.

She admires the shimmering fabric, in awe of the very romance of this gesture. “It’s beautiful,” Davina releases. “Thank you,” she smiles, grabbing a hold of the garment.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” he says, as fireworks go up in the sky.

They spell out the words

Will you have this dance with me?

The painting itself displays incredible technique - the composition, the brushstrokes, everything is so crisp and clear. Klaus’s talent has always been undeniable but, Hayley’s opinion of it has been…

“What do you think?”

A mystery.

“I’m guessing,” she starts, once she realizes exactly what she’s looking at. “This was made by old Klaus?” She presumes, looking at the date inscribed at the corner of the painting.

She stares at herself, immersed in the perfect image he had created of her.

“So it seems,” Klaus says. “However, new Klaus is the one who is brave enough to put it up in a gallery,” he informs her, taking a step closer so that he is right next to her.

Hayley looks and looks - passed the greenery of the scene, the tracks of dirt he had carefully painted on her arms and legs, big brown eyes burning a stare into her own.

“I always knew your work would go far,” she finally releases, realizing how carefully he had captured her loneliness in this painting.

And almost immediately, Klaus begins to laugh uncontrollably. “You said it was hideous,” he recalls, shaking his head.

She wonders why he made her look so sad in this piece - as if she had lost everything. And maybe, that’s how he saw it all, his betrayal and departure was written all over her face.

It’s the most honest thing she’s ever seen.

“Except this one,” she notes. “This piece is…”

“Nothing,” he intercepts, bravely placing a hand on her shoulder, catching her off guard. “Nothing, compared to the real thing.”

The drive home is quiet.

Hope is fast asleep in the backseat, little snores and soft breaths escaping her lips. Hayley looks back with a caring and loving gaze. Her daughter truly is an angel, she thinks.

“So then,” he whispers. “This new Klaus, is he up to your standards, as of yet?”

She pauses, catching his eye from the corner of hers. “Maybe,” Hayley remarks. “He certainly became a better driver, over the passed years,” she smiles.

He doesn’t push her any further, he knows he can get more out of her if he did but, this smile of hers was enough for now. He can deal with it - he can deal with her taking her time.

“Well, you’re home now,” he tells her, pulling over by her apartment complex.

She reaches over to shake Hope awake, she refuses though, still deep in slumber. “Looks like it,” Hayley shrugs, pulling away from her daughter. She strangely feels safer now, having the chance to speak more intimately with Klaus. “What do you think new Klaus would do if I tried to ask him to come upstairs?”

He thought that this moment would never come and, that, if it ever did - he would be in disbelief.

But oddly enough, Klaus isn’t in shock at all.

This is expected - he is, after all, charming as hell.

“I think he’d say,” he starts, and right then, he notices little Hope in the rear view mirror, opening one eye to sneak a peek. “You’ve got a restless little girl still listening in on our conversation,” he smirks.

Hayley turns to catch her daughter spying on them and pretending to go back sleep. “Hope,” she scolds. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed,” she sighs, finally exiting the car and taking her daughter into her arms.

Well, no use acting now, Hope thinks.

“Goodnight, little one,” Klaus tells her, ruffling her hair. “And you too, Hayley,” he lets her know, before he begins to drive off.

She watches him disappear into the night - her heart feels heavy and sinking as she notices how much she longs to see him again.

But, she is a mother first, and as much as the old Hayley would leave all her responsibilities behind and run after that speeding car - she’s not that girl anymore. The new Hayley takes her daughter, and all her old love and passion, and she walks back up to their room.

Of course, right before she enters her home, she notices a carefully placed envelope on her door.

It reads the words - Invitation for Hayley and Hope Marshall.

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