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teenwolfsnippets · 3 years

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Nothing Like Her

There was a knock at the front door, making Stiles freeze mid-step on the stairs. No one ever used the front door anymore. It’s like his bedroom window was the front door. He cautiously makes his way downstairs and peeks out the closest window, finding a woman impatiently waiting on the porch. Opening the door, he stares stupidly at how beautiful she is. Her hair was jet black and in an elegant up-do, contrasting nicely with her creamy skin and vibrant blue eyes. She was wearing a black strapless shirt and dark blue jeans. The sun glinted off the dangling onyx earrings that were framed by stray wisps of hair. There’s also something familiar about her, but he’s not sure what it is.

“Can I help you?” he asks.

Her smile is tight lipped. Not exactly forced, but not exactly friendly either.

“Hello, is John home?” she asks.

Stiles can’t help the brow raise because hardly anyone calls his father by his first name and definitely never a strange beautiful woman.

“Um, yeah, but he’s sleeping at the moment,” he mumbles.

The woman frowns slightly and looks at her watch.

“It’s 4 in the afternoon,” she says, squinting at him.

Her sudden attitude has him bristling, but he remains calm, mostly because he’s still confused.

“He worked a double shift last night,” he replies, crossing his arms.

“Oh, I see,” she says, nodding. “Well, would you mind waking him? I have news he’ll want to hear.”

There was no way in hell he was letting this lady in or waking his exhausted father for her.

“Yes, actually, I do mind. If you’d like to leave your name, I’ll tell him you stopped by,” he says, forcing a smile.

She scowls and crosses her arms as well, a hard and controlled anger visibly rising in her.

“I certainly hope you’re not his son. You have terrible manners,” she says.

Before he can even retort, he hears a door upstairs creak open.

“Stiles? Who was at the door?” his father calls, already coming down the stairs in his pajamas.

Stiles points to the woman, who is now wearing that tight smile she’d had earlier. His father looks up and literally stumbles to a stop, his eyes widening and mouth parting in shock. Stiles looks between them as his father slowly comes forward.

“Susan?”

The woman smiles somewhat more warmly, though to be honest it’s still pretty chilly, and takes a small step forward.

“John, it’s been awhile,” she replies.

His father frowns and blocks her at the door.

“I’d say 20 years is more than awhile,” he grumbles.

Her answering grin runs a shiver up his spine and he instinctively wants to take a step back, but doesn’t. He’s learned not to show fear when facing a predator. Human or not, which he hasn’t decided, this woman would never be prey to anything.

“Yes, I know I should have kept in touch more, but Claudia and I never really got along, as you know.”

At the mention of his mother, both he and his father wince slightly. Comparing this woman to his mom, he can see why they wouldn’t have gotten along. His mother had been warm and nurturing, right up until the day she died. There was nothing warm about this woman, unless you counted the hidden anger as warm.

“Understatement,” John mumbles.

The woman scowls again, but doesn’t comment.

“So, why are you here now? If you were looking for redemption, you’re about 7 years too late,” his father says, arms crossed.

Stiles has never seen his father look so unwelcoming when off the job.

“I know. It’s terrible what happened. I’m sorry for your loss,” she says. “Both of you,” she adds, glancing his way.

The statement actually sounds sincere, catching him off guard.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Stiles did take an involuntary step back that time. His father’s ‘Cop voice’ has always made him nervous.

“I’m here because we need to talk. We’ve decided it’s time to come home, John.”

“Who’s we?” his dad asks, looking out at the lawn.

“You know who I mean. We’re all moving back to Beacon Hills within the week and I felt it was necessary to give you a heads up. I’m inviting you and your son to have dinner with us tomorrow night at the old diner-”

“We’re not interested.”

The woman huffs in false amusement, her eyes narrowing.

“That wasn’t a request, Jonathan. You and your son will be there and welcome your long lost family to the neighborhood once again. Dinner will be at 5, don’t be late,” she says.

The woman spins on her heel and struts down the driveway before climbing into a bright yellow Porsche. Stiles was about to watch her drive away, but his father slams the front door shut and then stomps his way into the kitchen. Stiles stumbles after him, a million questions racing through his brain, which unfortunately come spilling out at rapid speed.

“Who was that? Who was she talking about? How does she know mom? The old diner, as in mom’s diner? Why did you let her order you around? Why are we going to meet her for dinner? What-”

“Stiles, stop,” his father snaps.

He shuts up fast, not having been on the receiving end of that tone for a long time now. The man sighs, pours himself a glass of whisky and then sits at the table. He motions for Stiles to do the same.

“Susan is your mother’s oldest sister,” he says.

Stiles’ heart clenches, his mind buzzing with confusion.

“But she told me there was no one left,” he replies, almost whispering.

“We lied about it because we wanted to protect you. Her family…” he trails off, sighing.

“They’re not all good people, which you could probably tell. Susan was a big reason your mother stayed away. She was controlling and manipulative, someone we didn’t want around you. So we moved to Northern California for a while, but eventually her family spread out around the country and it was safe to return to Beacon Hills. Only a few of them even cared when your mother got sick,” he says, grip tight around his glass.

“And only two of them made the trip for her funeral. Two out of 10 sisters,” he grumbles, shaking his head.

He downs the rest of the whisky and pours himself a second round.

“If you hate them, then why go to dinner?” Stiles asks, swallowing around the forming lump.

His dad sips at his drink and looks up at him.

“For the two that did care about your mother. They had to run just like Claudia,” he says, eyes going distant.

“If they’re back, it wasn’t by choice.”

Stiles wanted to ask more questions, but could tell his dad had hit that state of sorrow that wouldn’t be broken until at least four more drinks and a good night’s sleep. Besides, he had definitely hit the ‘Mom talk’ quota of the day, possibly of the entire week or year. He hated talking about her, more than his dad at times. Talking about her wasn’t going to change anything. Iit wasn’t going to bring her back. It was easier to push it away than deal with it.

Stiles cringed at the unwanted memories and got up from the table, chair scraping harshly against the wood flooring. His father didn’t say anything as Stiles practically ran from the room, up the stairs, and into his room. He rummages around for his phone, finding it tangled inside his blankets.

To: Scott

-Coming over. Time to get drunk.

Stiles quickly found his keys and dashed out to his car, ignoring how his father still hadn’t moved. He should talk with him, he knows he should, but he doesn’t know how. Stiles still hasn’t told him about the whole werewolf thing or why he’s been lying for the past year. But all this stuff coming up about his mother is making it even harder to talk to him and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

His phone chimed with a message as he backed out of the driveway.

From: Scott

-Not home. Hanging with Isaac. Talk later?

Stiles scowled and didn’t bother to answer. He didn’t know why he kept trying. This was the fourth time this week that Scott had been ‘too busy’ to spend time with him. It was complete bullshit and Stiles’ mood was going downhill fast. He pushed the jeep to go faster until he found himself parking outside the preserve yet again. It probably wasn’t the safest place to get wasted, but he didn’t really care.

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bringmetolife-pwff · 4 years

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Part One: Chapter Eleven - The Late Princess Diana’s Concert

July 1st, 2007

Today was a big step in her friendship with William. Not only would she get to meet some of his family there but she would know him on a much personal level as well. She was anxious. Evelyn had decided to wear a bright yellow sundress and tan wedges for shoes. She had long tresses down in soft waves, flawless skin, a small winged eyeliner with her eyelashes coated in black mascara.

It was a nice day and Evelyn wanted to be comfortable as the concert was going to be at Wembley Stadium. Once she felt she looked good enough, she left the apartment and headed to Clarence House where she would be arriving to Wembley Stadium with William, Harry and Chelsy. Her family meeting them there.

***

As they were at their destination, Wembley Stadium, William turned to her with all seriousness. Any sense of humour that he had was now gone and only concern was held in his blue eyes.

"If at any point you feel as though it's too much or you get slightly overwhelmed tell me, alright? I love my family but meeting loads of them at once can be a bit much for some."

"I will," she nodded her head giving him a smile. "Now come on, you, let's go in already," she said excitedly as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"All right, all right," he laughed shaking his head as they both walked out the car.

Before arriving, the night before, William had briefed Evelyn on how to formally greet his Granny, the Queen, and certain members of the Royal family. It was going to be a lot but Evelyn was quite excited about the day. Knowing that Chelsy would be there as well made her feel a bit better about everything. She would be meeting the majority of his family today -- the Queen, cousins Princess Eugenie and Beatrice of York, their mother Sarah, Duchess of York, Zara and Peter Phillips, Mike Tindall and Autumn Kelly. He advised her the best he could. She would also be meeting members of the Spencer family as well as his ex-girlfriend, Kate Middleton, and her family.

"You must be the famous Evelyn," a tall blonde commented at Evelyn as she was with a very muscular man next to her. Both of them holding hands.

After introductions were made Evelyn found out that Zara was an equestrian and an Olympian and that Mike was a rugby player.

"Have you ever been to a game before?" he asked her curious.

"I haven't," she shook her head.

"Well, if you're ever interested you should come to one of my games."

"Will do," she smiled at the guy.

It wasn't until later that William had found out that his Granny was at the stadium.

"Granny," William called for his grandmother once she was done talking to someone Evelyn didn't know. "I have someone I want you to meet. This is Evelyn Bennett."

Evelyn curtsied to the Queen, "Your Royal Highness."

The Queen was impressed with her curtsy as she smiled at the young blonde.

"Are you the fashion designer whom William went to your show months back?"

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded her head. "My brother, Eric, is in the same unit as William and we had met a couple times before."

"I must say your line for this year was very nice. I was quite pleased with the turn out."

She had no idea that the Queen had known about her or her fashion line. She supposed she needed to if her grandson was friends with her. Blushing, she took the compliment.

"Thank you, ma'am."

William cleared his throat as the two women looked up at him curious to hear what he had to say.

"Granny, Evelyn was the young girl who gave me the forget-me-nots at mum's funeral."

Realisation dawned on the Queen as she remembered all those years ago. They weren't her fondest or proudest moments and if she could take back how she treated Diana, she would in a heart beat. But, from now on she promised to do better.

"Oh, yes, yes. Of course. I remember now. I thought I recognised you a bit, or at least knew you from somewhere," she smiled at the woman. "Now I know," the Queen said as she walked to the young blonde and took her hands in hers. "Thank you for providing comfort to William on that day. It was a lot for our family but especially the boys."

Evelyn felt a lump in her throat as she could feel her eyes start to tear up. Shit, shit, shit! She was not planning on crying today and she tried her damn near best to not let the tears spill. Thankfully, they held up to their end of the bargain.

"I remember how I felt when my granddad died, ma'am, and I just felt as though he needed some comfort. Someone to know that there were others like him out there."

"Very brave of you, indeed. Your curtsy has improved by now I see."

"Thank you, ma'am," she smiled bashfully.

"Please, call me Elizabeth."

"Alright, ma'- Elizabeth," the two women smiled at each other as it felt as though a bond was starting to form.

What kind of bond? They weren't sure. But the Queen was sure that she would be seeing more of this blonde as she could see how close her and her grandson were. Plenty of introductions were made that day, as she was meeting the rest of William's family and his ex-girlfriend; along with her family.

"William this is my mum--Natasha, dad--Peter, Jake and his girlfriend Mia along with my two adorable nephews Samuel and David," she said tickling Samuel's stomach making him squirm and laugh as she held him in her arms. "You already know Eric, Noah, Theo and Vivienne; who you already met."

"It's nice to meet you all," William said after shaking all their hands with a smile on his face. "And so incredibly glad to have you all join us for this event."

"Oh we wouldn't miss it for the world," Natasha said warmly with a kind smile.

"Please enjoy yourselves and just have fun that's all my family and I ask of you," he politely smiled at her family.

William suddenly noticed a familiar tall brunette whose dimples showed as she smiled, talking to one of his friends, and her sister Pippa next to her. His demeanor completely changed. He no longer had a relaxed posture or that smile that seemed to light up his blue eyes. He now displayed a slight frown and seemed more closed off; stoic even.

"Right then," he told her family. "Evelyn, there's one more person I would like you to meet."

Her eyes moved to the direction that he followed and she sucked in a breath, nodding her head. She handed Samuel to Mia and followed William. She knew that Kate would be here and felt as though it would be better to meet her right away instead of later. Evelyn wondered if he had seen Kate since he ended things with her but guessing by his changed behaviour, she guessed he hadn't.

Evelyn saw William's friend who she met last night, Michael, raise his eyebrows and glance at them. Kate saw the gesture as well and stopped laughing as she saw her ex walk up to her with another woman.

She had recognised her. Not only for her name--being a Bennett family member all of them were very well-known but also for seeing her on the front cover with William as the two looked very comfortable outside of the club, Boujis. For a split second, Evelyn saw hurt in the brunette's eyes. As fast as it came was as fast as it went. Instead, stood a woman who was trying to look strong and brave in front of her ex-boyfriend.

"Kate," William greeted his ex.

"Will."

It felt as though to Evelyn that she was invading this very personal conversation and it made her feel a bit awkward, like she didn't belong. She and Michael stood there watching the two ex's as William cleared his throat.

"I wanted to thank you and your family for still coming to the concert to honour my mum."

"Of course," she gave a tight lipped smile. "We wouldn't not come. After all, you did ask me to come before we broke up."

Ouch. Evelyn wasn't sure who those words hurt more. . . Her or William.

"Right well I wanted to introduce you to Evelyn. Evelyn this is Kate," he gestured.

Kate raised an eyebrow at the blonde as she looked at her. She noticed the apprehension in her and liked feeling as though she was above the blonde somehow. She had already known William's friends and family for years and was good friends with them. Whereas this Evelyn woman was still meeting all of them. Still trying to find her place.

"Pleasure," she said abruptly, no hint of a smile shown.

"You as well," Evelyn replied quietly as she wrung her hands together.

"Evelyn, why don't we go have a chat with Sebastian and his wife Elisabeth? They've just arrived and I'd hate for them to not have anyone around," Michael suggested allowing the frosty behaviour.

"Are they really?" she asked genuinely interested now. "I'd love to see them."

Since she had met Elisabeth that night at Boujis a few weeks ago, they had kept in touch in the meantime. Making sure to check in on Evelyn and wanting her to feel welcome. Elisabeth had such a warm and inviting presence about her that was intoxicating.

"I'll come find you later," William told Evelyn to which she nodded her head and he gave her a small smile of reassurance as which she reciprocated.

***

William eventually found Evelyn and looked infinitely better than when she had left him.

"Are you okay?" she asked concerned as worry filled her eyes.

"Perfect, never better."

After Evelyn had left with Michael, he and Kate had a small chat about what they were up to now and how they had been. It may have been superficial but he didn't need any heavy talking with Kate tonight, if anything that could be for another time; if it needed to be at all.

"Evelyn, there's someone very special I want you to meet," William said as he guided her to a man who was shorter than William and had shaggy blondish brown hair.

"Elton," William called him and suddenly Evelyn sucked in a breath, releasing it.

The man turned around and Evelyn took notice of his appearance. He was a bit chubby and wore small framed glasses that seemed to have a bit of a rosy tint to them. He seemed like a very happy man. Evelyn and she couldn't believe that she was actually meeting him. She had heard of Elton John from her parents as they very much liked his songs.

"Evelyn," William paused as his hand was on her back in a supportive manner. "This is a dear family friend who was best friends with my mum for years. Evelyn this is Elton John."

"Hello dear, how are you?" He asked with a very sweet, warm and welcoming smile after he shook her hand, he took hold of them in his.

"I'm well, thank you. And you? It's an honour to meet you, sir."

He had a hearty laugh at the word 'sir.' His eyes dancing with gleam as his whole body shook with laughter.

"Please call me Elton! No one has called me 'sir' in years, unless it's business. Are you here for business, dear?" He asked to which her eyes widened with shock.

Even though he was granted the title 'sir' by the Queen, he never truly liked to be called it. It was an honour to be granted that title but he felt it should remain that for him--a title.

"No, I'm sorry, Elton," she apologised.

"It's no problem at all," he waved a hand. "I've been looking forward to meeting you," he told her releasing their hands. "I've heard lots about you."

"Well, it seems as though you were the only one," she teased.

"Keeping her to yourself, hm?" He asked turning to William to which earned a laugh from both William and Evelyn.

"What can I say? She's just so lovely, I couldn't share."

"Oh stop," she told him jokingly.

The three of them had a chat for a few more moments before Elton was called for soundcheck as he was going to be opening up to the song Your Song.

***

The piano started playing and the crowd cheered, especially loud were the family and friends sitting in the Royal box, wanting to support their dear friend.

Elton's face appeared on the screen and he smiled, Diana's picture as well as Evelyn looked over at William and smiled at him, squeezing his hand in support. As he started singing the opening lyrics to the song Your Song, he received a standing ovation from everyone in the stadium.

It's a little bit funny, this feelin' inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money, but boy, if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show Oh, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you

After Elton John's song, William and Harry both walked on stage as they shook hands with the family friend and waved to people. The crowd cheering for Elton John, Prince William and Prince Harry and the two prince's walked to the microphones.

"Hello Wembley," Harry spoke loudly into the microphone as the crowd cheered some more making Evelyn laugh with Chelsy.

"It's great to see so many of you here today, supporting this very special show. Of course, when William and I first had this idea we forgot that we'd end up standing here desperately trying to think of something funny to say. Well, we'll leave that to the funny people."

"I'd just like to tell you," William spoke up. "why we're all here tonight. This evening is about all my mother loved in life. Her music, her dance, her charities and her family and friends," the crowd cheered as Union Jacks were flying by fans holding them swaying their arms side to side.

"I'd also like to take this opportunity to say hi to all the guys in Ace Squadron Household Cavalry who are serving out in Iraq at the moment," Harry said and the crowd cheered again. "I wish I was there with you, I'm sorry I can't be. But to you and everybody else at operations at the moment we'd both like to say stay safe."

"So for now," William concluded. "We'll see you later on. We just want you to have an awesome time and enjoy the line up here today. Speaking of which, we have the greatest pleasure in introducing one of our mothers favourite bands -- it's Duran Duran."

Duran Duran performance went fantastic as everyone loved the song. Other artists sang their songs as well.

Natasha Bedingfield was now on stage and the instruments to the song Unwritten started to play as Evelyn let out a gasp and looked to William.

"Are you only joking?" she asked.

William knew exactly what she was going on about. This was the first dance they had danced to at Boujis a few weeks ago.

"Did you tell her?" she asked him.

"No," he grinned at her. "Honest. Is it okay?"

"More than okay."

I am unwritten, can't read my mind I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window (window, window, window) Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it)

She raked her hands absentmindedly through his sandy blonde hair as they swayed to the slow song. His strong arms wrapped around her tiny frame from the back as she leaned against his chest. They were lost in their own little world oblivious to Harry's smirk at the "friends" and the side eye glances that Eugenie and Beatrice were giving each other. They missed the knowing glint that Natasha gave Peter and the sweet smile that Zara gave them as she cuddled next to Mike. Chelsy had decided to take a picture of the two of them--his arms wrapped around hers as she leaned into his chest, both having big smiles on their faces as they looked onward at the music playing.

Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten

William and Evelyn sat in the crowds as he put an arm around her shoulders as they danced to the music. She loved the feeling of being so close to him. The warmth is body radiated. The safety she felt as she looked into his blue eyes and felt his sandy blonde hair in between her fingers. Natasha spoke into the mic.

"Come on," and raised her hands above her head clapping and everyone followed.

Your lips It is It is On your lips On your lipsStaring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window (window, window, window) Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it...

Evelyn forgot that she was with the Royal family and looked at them as normal people--friends.

The rest is still unwritten.

When the song ended, the crowd cheered and Evelyn leaned her head on William's shoulder as he wrapped a protective arm around her, wanting to keep her close.

Eventually Kanye West performed as William and Evelyn were shouting the lyrics to the song.

"Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly," William and Evelyn shouted at the same time while dancing and laughing. "For the day I die I'mma touch the sky. Back when they thought pink polos would hurt the roc, before cam got the shit to pop, the doors was closed."

"I felt like bad boy's street team, I couldn't work the locks," William shouted as Evelyn recorded him shouting lyrics word for word.

The concert had come to an end and good nights were said to family and friends. The two were at William's car as he pulled her close to her.

"Stay with me tonight?" William asked Eve as he held her hand.

"Yeah," she nodded her head with a smile.

***

The four were now back at Clarence House having enjoyed the best time. They were going over the final result of how much money they had made from the concert. Evelyn just knew that regardless of how much they made, Diana would be proud of her sons for the men they had become and honouring her memory as not only a Princess but as an influential person and a mother.

"One point two million pounds," Evelyn said wide eyed as she looked at the two prince's and Chelsy. "Holy shit!"

"Well done, everyone," Evelyn told the three of them. "Your mum would be proud," she told the two princes.

"You look like you had a good time," William pointed out to Evelyn as they were alone for the first time all day.

"I had the best, thank you for inviting me," she smiled at him.

"It wouldn't have been the same without you," he told her honestly.

"I'm sure it would have, but thank you for making me feel better."

Harry and Chelsy had now retired to his room leaving the two alone. Chelsy had made sure to send the pictures she had taken throughout the night to Evelyn including the ones of Eve and William together. The young blonde wasn't sure what they were but whatever they were, she was glad to see them both enjoying themselves. She wished everyone could experience love or romance.

"Am not joking," he shook his head. "It would've been all right, I s'pose. But being with you is the most relaxed and fun I've had in ages. I never wanted this night to end."

***

"You leave tomorrow," as realisation hit her and they were alone in his room.

He nodded his head. For the first time he wasn't wanting to. He wanted to stay and now it would be months possibly before he saw her again.

"I like you Eve," William said to her as he took her hand in his. "I think I always have, from the moment I met you. But it was never the right timing for either of us and -"

"I like you too, Wills," she told him honestly. "From the very first moment I met you all those years ago when you were only a boy, there was something about you. Your eyes held such kindness and truth. It made me want to get to know you more."

"Can I kiss you?" he asked gently to which she nodded.

As soon as she felt his lips press to hers, it was soft at first, almost as though it were like a feather blowing in the wind. His hand making its way to her thigh, trailing up her waist, arm and then making its final destination to her cheek. Feeling encouraged by this, Evelyn applies a bit more pressure to his lips, enjoying the feeling of his lips on hers. Like she can feel her whole body awaken. Then he slows it down and detaches his lips from hers, resting his forward against hers as they try to breathe normal.

"We finally admitted to liking each other and now you're leaving tomorrow. . . Where do we go from here?" Evelyn asked leaning against the couch as he pulled her to him wanting to feel close to her.

"I know I probably have absolutely no right to ask you this but I was wondering if you'd wait for me?"

His blue eyes held such hope, thoughtfulness and consideration. They had no idea what the future held but they had hoped that it held the two of them together.

"Of course," she laughed happily as a tear slid down her cheek hugging him. "Of course, I'd wait for you. You didn't even have to ask."

"Oh Eve. . ."

He pulled her to him as he breathed in her scent smelling a fresh smell of possibly fresh citrus. His head now in the crook of her neck as he peppered soft kisses down her neck, her hands making their way into his sandy blonde hair as she enjoyed the feeling.

Slowly he picked her up as her legs wrapped round his waist and he carried her to his bed laying her down as laughed lightly. Both her hands moved to his face as she leaned forward with more aggression, more assertiveness than she had felt in ages.

"Are you sure?" He asked her softly as he hovered over her on his bed.

"More than anything," she promised him as her hands moved her hands under his shirt, feeling his skin for the first time.

The slightest touch making him shiver. His shirt being removed and tossed to the side somewhere, neither of them caring in the slightest. Her hands ran up his back, round his broad muscular shoulders, slowing making their way down his chest then his stomach. Leaning down he pressed his lips to hers, clothes being removed. Reaching for protection, he slid into her allowing her a few moments to adjust.

Heavy breaths and moans were heard as they made love to each other. her fingers scratching up and down his back as he whispered sweet nothings to her. She felt whole. For the first time having this feeling. She felt loved and taken care of and doing the same for him.

After finishing, the two fell asleep in each other's arms. Her head on his chest as he held her tight.

Neither of them wanting to let go of this.

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idornaseminary · 7 years

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Chapter One-Hundred Twelve: Beatrice

The air in front of the Polynesian Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries popped loudly as Beatrice landed safely back home, the squawking of a colony of seagulls flying overhead sending the thick hood of her black cloak back onto her shoulders, exposing her tan face to the tropical sunshine. A bright smile drew her lips back, exposing her pearly white teeth to the coconut scented air, the grove of trees surrounding the hospital infusing the atmosphere around the healing facility with an atmosphere of refreshing calm. Beatrice let out a relieved sigh and undid the clasps of her rabbit fur cloak, the crisp midsummer air oppressive in her winter shield. Draping the thick fabric over her pink floral duffle bag, she smiled and headed inside the frond thatched sprawling building. She waved politely at the healers she passed by on her way back to her mother’s office and came to a halt outside the polished bamboo double doors, taking in a steadying breath as she rapped her knuckles against the hollow wood.

“Come in.” Beatrice held in a giggle as she pushed open the door and stepped inside, waiting patiently for her mother to look up from a pile of paperwork on her large desk. She watched mesmerized as the waterfall emptying into the gorge below flowed past the floor to ceiling windows, a rainbow shining in the mist hanging behind her mother’s head, making Lanuola appear for a moment like Persephone back from the Underworld. Beatrice rolled her eyes and set her bag down on the floor beside her, clasping her hands neatly in front of her as she cleared her throat, waiting for her absent-minded mother to acknowledge her presence.

Lanuola blinked rapidly and set her pencil down, standing up slowly as she readied to chastise an employee bothering her when she was clearly quite busy, a bright smile spreading across her broad, plump lips at the sight of her eldest daughter. “Teuila?” she asked, stepping forward in her four-inch high heels that made her tower over the younger woman, who at first glance wouldn’t have been easily discerned as her daughter. “Oh, how I’ve missed you so!” she said, quickly embracing her in a tight hug. Beatrice smiled and buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, her bare arms wrapped so tightly around the healer’s waist her pristine white lab coat was sure to wrinkle. “I’ve missed you too, tina,” she said, breathing in the sweet smell of ylang-ylang that clung to her like a cloud. “What’re you doing here? I thought you were going to apparate to the house, and I was going to meet you there,” Lanuola said, cupping her daughter’s tan rosy cheeks in her rough hands. “Well, I was, but I thought I should come and see you first.”

“You’re very sweet, and I appreciate the thought tremendously, especially since I haven’t seen you since August, but I’m quite busy,” she added, sitting down on the edge of her desk, her grey pencil skirt riding up to her knees as she swept a strand of her long charmed straight hair behind her ear. “Why don’t you go to Fugalei and go get what we need for dinner? Mahana’s been out all day practicing for Haleiwa.” Beatrice nodded and swallowed tightly, bending down to pick up her duffle bag. Although her mother was happier with her new family than she ever was with Garreth, it did mean she had to run the hospital all on her own. And being stuck behind a desk with piles of paperwork certainly wasn’t what the healer wanted to spend her days doing, Beatrice knew that for certain. “You’re right, I’ll...ummm...I’ll go back home, and I’ll see you tonight,” she said, shaking her head as she turned and opened the door with a sigh. “Teuila?” Lanuola called in a tone that would have made a songbird jealous. “Yes, mother?” she asked, batting her long eyelashes at the imperious woman. “I’m glad you’re home.”

Beatrice smiled and nodded, blowing a kiss to her mother before stepping out of the large office, closing the door behind her before disapperating back to their beachside house.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she landed on the porch overlooking the grassy sandbar leading down to the pier and the clear turquoise water beyond. From the kitchen deep inside the house, she could hear The Beach Boys “Greatest Hits” album playing on her step-father’s record player, the soft tones of “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” floating through the sunlit house. The petite Samoan-Welsh witch inhaled the sweet smell of her mother’s plumeria bushes wafting around from the garden, mingling with the mouthwatering smoke from the barbecue pit in a savory way that made her stomach rumble, reminding her that she still had yet to eat today.

Beatrice held her hand up to shield her chocolate eyes as she looked out on the gleaming bay, watching her Hawaiian stepfather attempt a rodeo flip as waves rolled in off the horizon heading towards the house. She chuckled and shook her head, whipping around when she heard a squeal of delight. Keise stood in the living room with her jaw hanging to the floor, her hair tied back in a high ponytail, wearing one of Beatrice’s favorite white vintage posy printed sundresses. “BEA!” she screamed, running barefoot over to her older sister who stood staring in amusement as the young half-blood approached like a seagull fixed on a french fry. The teenager beamed so brightly Beatrice was worried her dimples would strain as the two sisters embraced in a tight hug, their peals of joy so loud even Mahana could hear them as he snapped off the lip of a wave. “Kiki! When did I say you could wear my clothes?” Beatrice asked, staring skeptically at the dress her sister was wearing as she pulled back. The younger witch crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at her big sister. “You said I could wear this.” “When?” “For my date with Josh.” “That was back in August.” “So?” Keise asked, wrinkling her nose in annoyance. “It’s December, Kiki. Unless you’re trying to set a Guinness World Record for the world’s longest date ever, it’s still my dress,” Beatrice said, levitating her duffle bag towards her room with a flick of her wand as she stood talking to her sister on the porch. Keise huffed and rolled her eyes, setting her hands on her hips impertinently. “Yeah, well, it’s not like you’re ever going to wear it on a date,” she said snottily. “Bet you ten bucks,” Beatrice wagered with a cocky grin, holding her hand out to shake on it. “You’re on!” Keise said, eagerly taking the bet as she shook her hand, waving Mahana over as he walked along the boardwalk from the pier to the house, water dripping down his tan, heavily muscled body. “Dad! Look who’s home?” she shouted. Mahana chuckled and ran his hands through his saltwater matted hair, waving at Beatrice as he headed over to the outdoor shower to rinse off. “Glad to see you’re finally back. What kept you away so long?” he asked, voice low and booming like a drum. “Ministry work,” she lied smoothly, glancing at the thin white scar wrapped around her forearm hanging in the air like a dagger at her throat, ever present when she was back home. In the place she loved so much, it was such torture to be reminded that there was one thing keeping her from being totally at ease, especially when her sister was as nosy as she was. And with the passing of Keise’s graduation from Ilvermorny and her eighteenth birthday without so much as a peep from her about next steps in her education, Beatrice had to assume that her half-sister’s future did not include Idorna. He nodded and dried his thick, bushy beard off with a large yellow and green beach towel imprinted with images of seashells, slinging the fabric over his wide shoulders as he leaned against the railing of the porch, staring skeptically at his step-daughter. “And that kept you from coming to your own grandmother’s funeral?” he asked, not batting an eyelash as the comment hurtled forward towards Beatrice like a cannonball. She swallowed tightly and gave a solemn nod. “There was no way I could get away. I heard from my father, but where I’m stationed, they keep us secluded for most of the year so our readings aren’t biased by the outside world. I only got the letter because my dad pulled a few strings to get it to me,” she explained in a few words, praying to God that they still believed she was working for the British Ministry of Magic’s Department of Mysteries. Keise shrugged and linked her arm with Beatrice’s, tugging her into the cool one story house. “No worries. You’re here and that’s what matters,” she said. “Oh! That reminds me, Mahana!” she shouted, darting back out onto the porch just in time to see her stepfather rotate the pig roasting over the spit in the yard. “I’ve got a friend who’s gonna be joining us for the celebration day after tomorrow,” she said with a sweet smile, hoping to soften his demeanor around her. Beatrice knew that she probably wasn’t the man’s favorite person on the island at the moment, but she held out hope that it was specific to that day and it wouldn’t sour what precious time she had with them over the break. Though she wasn’t his daughter and she had only spent a total of three years traveling to her childhood home since her parents’ bitter divorce when she was five, Mahana had always been kind to her, something she hoped continued even now that she was grown. “What’s his name?” he asked, a mischevious smirk playing on his lips as he glanced beyond her at the otherwise empty living room, hoping his daughter was out of hearing distance as he dusted his ash and grease spattered hands off on the beach towel. Beatrice swallowed tightly and caught her bottom lip between her teeth, twirling her wand between her fingers like a baton. “Calix.” He nodded slowly and stroked his beard, scar split eyebrow raised in a way that made the young witch nervous. “What happened to what’s his face?” “Cedwyn?” “Does it really matter at this point?” he asked, an amused grin breaking out on his face. “No, it doesn’t. Never again,” Beatrice said, rocking slowly back and forth on the balls of her ballet slipper-clad feet, a happiness shining in her eyes that Mahana was proud to see. He gave a gruff nod and leaned down, pressing a whiskery kiss to the top of her head, squeezing her shoulder lightly before heading back towards the pier. “That’s what I like to hear,” he shouted, grabbing his surfboard before diving into the water, noticing a perfect wave brewing as the sun started to dip into the sky. Beatrice chuckled and let out a steadying breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in, turning to head inside when she heard Keise start to head for the Jeep. Like Hell Kiki gets to drive.

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