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vulpes-z3rda · 3 years

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how you met them

a/n: how are we all feeling?? i apologise if the writing isn’t the best, its old content from my wattpad that i’m moving across!!

Tanjiro

Well, you met at the Final Selection. He was running through the wisteria flowers on the trees and had finally reached the end of it all. Before he could walk further into the opening, he walked right into someone. "Hey. Watch where you're walking, will you?" You grumbled, saddened by the loss of your friends in the forest. He gulped at your facial expression and rubbed the nape of his neck in embarrassment. "Ah, I'm sorry... I'm Tanjiro Kamado! It's nice to meet you..." He trailed off not knowing your name. You huffed and gave him a small smile. "Y/n... Y/n L/n! It's nice to meet you too Kamado-Kun!" He smiled and walked with you over to the twins that stood before you all to explain your swords. "I hope we work together L/n-Chan." Giggling you nodded. "Me too!" With that, the pair of you stood together, a sense of pride and happiness surrounding you both. "Hey, Kamado-Kun?" You said quietly. "Hmm? What's wrong?" He asked, concerned about you. "I promise to protect you and stay by your side!" You pledged with a wide smile. He chuckled and nodded. "I promise to do the same L/n-Chan."

Inosuke

You both met at the butterfly estate. You had already become a demon hunter and was working under Rengoku. This is what attracted him to you originally. I mean Rengoku was strong so in his mind, you would be a worthy opponent to fight right? He was right about that, however, he could never get to ask. So he charged at you with his pig assault as he usually does. "Huh? What happened?" You asked in a daze as he'd made you hit your head rather harshly on the floor. "Fight me!!" He yelled as steam came out of his boar mask's nose. "Get off me, you idiot!!" You yelled as you pushed him off you and stood up dusting yourself off. That was until you froze and looked up at him in pure rage. "You... YOU RIPPED MY HAORI INOSUKE!!!! YOU DUMBASS!!" You screeched as you chased after him. "AHAHA!!! ARE YOU GONNA FIGHT ME NOW Y/N!?" He yelled back in near-psychotic joy. "Fight you? I'm gonna beat your ass, you damned idiot!!" You quietly threatened as you ran at him. "Rengoku? Shouldn't we stop this?" Tanjiro asked as he and Zenitsu stood beside him. "Hmmm, no. Let them teach young Inosuke a lesson."

Zenitsu

You were the baker's daughter at a village at the foot of a mountain a few miles east of the Demon Slayer Corps. For two weeks teens and children had been going missing, adults had started to go too. So naturally, people began to suspect a demon was behind the disappearances. Your village elder sent for some demon slayers to come and help but it was too late. "HELP! PLEASE, SOMEONE!!" You screamed as a demon had begun to chase you after killing your father. "No one is coming to help you, brat!" He screeched as he pinned you by the neck to the wall of a house. A flash of yellow flew past you and stopped to your left. "HEY! Get your hands off them!" A blonde boy yelled as he drew a sword out on the demon. "Ah, a slayer? This should be fun..." He smirked as he dropped you to the ground. Before he could even react, the blonde had sliced his head off. "Are you okay?" He asked with obvious tears in his eyes. "No.. my dad... he killed him!!" You wailed in pain. "Hey... come with me so we can protect you. My name is Zenitsu." He exclaimed trying to comfort you. You stood up and grabbed his hand. "I'm y/n... please don't leave me Zenitsu.." You whimpered, scared of anything and everything at that moment. "I wouldn't dream of it Y/n-Chan."

Giyu

You were a simple first aider at the Demon Corps who worked under Shinobu at the butterfly estate. At first, he gave you no attention. I'll be honest, he didn't even know who you were. That all changed when he was injured after a mission in a village that had more demons than anticipated. Aoi and Shinobu had forced him to go to you as you were one of the best aiders there. "Y/n? We have one more for you to help." Aoi sai giving you a slight smile. "Hmm? Ah, okay. Just place him on that bed there and I'll get right to it and help him." You stated blandly looking at them with dull e/c eyes. Despite this, upon seeing him, they lit up slightly. "You were injured on a mission right Tamioka-San?" You asked as you cleaned his cuts. He looked at you curiously and nodded. "How do you know my name?" He asked blandly. "It's my business to know everyone who Shinobu works alongside so I can welcome them if I need to. I'm Y/n L/n by the way." A small, unnoticeable chuckle left his lips as you bandaged his wounds. "Thank you L/n." You smiled at him and carried on. "I'm simply doing my job, there's no need to thank me."

Muzan

He was strolling through a random village in which he knew demons had been attacking continuously for a few days or so. The pained cries of devastated families were like music to his sinful ears. What can I say? He has lived for a thousand years and has come to enjoy killing humans and seeing them as less than worth sparing. Well... that was until he saw you. A particularly aggressive demon had trapped you in an alleyway. "Oh god... I'm going to die..." You whispered as the demon lifted his hand to hit you. Now he was just as confused as you must have been when he grabbed the demon and immediately snapped its head clean off. "Sir? How did you..." You looked up into his eyes and for some reason calmed down. Heaving out a sigh he helped you up and helped you. "Thank you for saving me... I'm Y/n L/n." He chuckled at the bluntness of your reply. "You're welcome. I'm... I'm Muzan." Smiling you kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Muzan.." A blush overcame his pale face and he smiled slightly. More to the point, he was surprised you hadn't recognised his name.

Genya

You met him before everything when you were both kids and grew up together. However, when your father was killed by a demon, your mum took you away from everything and forced you to move in with her friend Ubuyashiki Kagaya. It wasn't until he became a demon slayer did you meet again. "Y-y/n? Is that you?" He asked looking at you, unsure of whether he had called the right person or not. "Huh? Genya?" You asked in confusion. "Why're you here? You know where you are right?" You asked with a small smile. "I'm a demon slayer... where did you go way back then?" He mumbled as he walked up to you and hugged you. Giggling you shook your head and hugged back. "My mum brought me here and I was trained to be a demon slayer. I'm a pillar alongside your brother!" The shock on his face was priceless as he stared at you in disbelief. "YOU'RE A PILLAR!?"

Kyojuro

"I need to get away from here..." You whispered as you ran, well tried to, away from the demon who was once your brother. "Y/n!? Come back, I only want a piece of you and then I'll let you go~" He tormented gaining on you. "NO!" You yelled before tripping on a tree root. "Oh no... no no no." The crazed and human meat starved demon stared at you hungrily. "There you are." He growled as you scooted away from him. "B/n... please... please don't do this!" You cried. "Well, why would I spare y-" You looked up to see his head cut off and rolling over the floor and a tall blonde man stood there with a katana. "Are you okay?" He asked holding a hand out to help you up. "He... My brother... I." Stuttering for a reply you looked up at him crying. "Please... please don't leave me..." You begged quickly standing up and gripping onto his haori. He gave a small chuckle and patted your head to try and comfort you. "I won't... I'm Kyojuro Rengoku." After introducing himself, you pulled away and looked up at him. "I'm y/n. y/n l/n."

Sanemi

You were a demon much like Nezuko. You'd never eaten or harmed a human and wished to help them against Muzan and to make your situation better, it was Genya who brought you back to the Demon Slayer Corps. "Another one? Why are so many docile demons appearing??" Gyomei questioned as he stared at you. You smiled back at him and looked over to Genya. "What's gonna happen to me Genya?" The pillars looked on in shock, apart from Sanemi, and fussed over how you were able to talk. "Will you guys shut up? They're nothing amazing. Just another demon like that other one." He grumbled as he glared at you. Giggling you sauntered over to him. "Y/n? Don't annoy Sanemi..." Genya mumbled, being flustered about the demon he brought home annoying his brother. "I'm simply checking out something that's captured my interest!" A blush spread across the Wind Pillars face like an out of control wildfire. "Will you shut up? You're fucking annoying." You laughed and smiled tilting your head. "But I want to get to know you Sanemi-kun~" You teased and you smirked at him. "GENYA!! GET Y/N AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I HIT THEM!!" He shouted. "Sanemi!! Don't you dare!!" The pillars yelled as they held him back. "I'm going to like you a lot I think..." You said with a light blush.

Mitsuri

You met Mitsuri when she was on a mission with Obanai. You weren't the demon they were after but you know if they found you, they'd kill you. However, after seeing them fight and both become injured by the demon which has been terrorising the village you lived in, you decided you'd help them and heal their wounds. "You. You're a demon." Obanai glared at you after you had swiftly chopped the head of the demon off and turned to face them. "Yes. A demon that just helped you. I could've left you to suffer." You said as you kneeled beside Mitsuri and looked over her injuries. "Which ones hurt more?" You asked as you got ready to heal them. "These one do.." She whispered as she pointed to the deep scratches on her arm. "HEY! Get away from Mitsuri!!" Mitsuri told Obanai to calm down as a pink light surrounded her and her wounds healed rather quickly. "See Obanai? They helped me!" She exclaimed as she smiled at you. "You're another docile one... like the one that kid has." Obanai still glared as you turned to face him. "It's your turn. Let me help you." Reluctantly he allowed you to heal his wounds. "What's your name?" Mitsuri asked as you stood up and stretched. She smiled and walked closer to you, much to Obanai's dismay. "Y/n... y/n l/n." You answered as you went to turn and walk away. "Hey wait! You can come with us back to the Butterfly Estate! There's another demon there so you won't be alone and you can continue to help us!!" She exclaimed as she giggled at your confused expression. "Hmmm, I'd like that I think Mitsuri..." You said with a small smile. "Yayyyy!!! Come on!! Everyone is going to love you!!"

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iwriteforthetincanman · 4 years

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Mandoctover Day 15: Jetpack

WOAHHHHH WE’RE HALFWAY THERE OHHHHHHH LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER!

(or alt. livin’ on pedro’s Din Hair~)

ALSO GENDER NEUTRAL READER BROUGHT TO YOU BY @kiwi-the-first

@dindjarindiaries @leo-moon

Warnings of physical harm, mild to severe concussion (up to you but Din’s basically drunk on pain meds) Also there is a hetero couple in this that I LOOSELY based off of my high-school music teachers but oh well.

(I had to use this gif, I know it’s not a Frankie fic but you’ll get it once you’ve read it XD) Somedays you thanked both the Maker and the Armorer for Din’s jetpack.

Today...wasn’t one of those days, if this morning was any sort of example.

Firstly Din had grabbed you with no warning whatsoever, picked you up like you were a ragdoll, and to top it off, he thought it was okay for him to launch into the air with you completely unaware of the complications of flying.

Y’know...with no armor on to cushion your breakable body.

Maybe he knew this in the back of his mind. But his carelessness towards the situation pissed you off more than you cared to admit.

That all came crashing down when he shielded your body with his against a crumbling mountainside.

Tearing recklessly through the rubble you screamed his name until your throat was scratchy. When you could no longer speak let alone shout, tears blurred your vision. Rubble, boulders and stone. You didn’t know how much longer he would be okay for...he didn’t know your true feelings for him, romantic or otherwise. You couldn’t do this alone.

That’s when you heard him rasp against the stone destruction.

“Cyare-”

This time you were crying in happiness, hope yet the searing pain was still there as you could only just make out the outline of his visor. It was cracked in some places. You hoped he had suffered any brain damage...thank the gods, at least he recognised you.

“Mando! Din! Are you okay? Can you hear me?” You shouted quietly this time. Not wanting to bring any unwanted attention back to yourselves. You were both running out of time.

Din was in no shape to use his jetpack...or to fly the Crest.

Which meant only one thing...either you let the baby drive, or you would end up destroying his precious Crest one way or another.

You knew what he would say if he were half conscious.

“Get out of here, go. I don’t care about the Crest-” The romantic part of your brain effectively cut you off as his hand wrapped around your wrist.

Nothing was broken thank god but you had no clue about his vital organs, his ribs or, gods forbid, his lungs.

You had no idea how to treat a punctured lung. Not only was this mission’s time coming to a close alarmingly fast. You also needed to race to the next safest planet just to find the best medical care the both of you could afford.

---

“Y/N Djarin?”

“...Y/N Djarin?”

Preparing for a fight as you had fallen into an uncomfortable yet fitful sleep next to his bedside, you could only cry with relief as you saw a doctor and a nurse standing in front of you.

“We have a few mandatory questions for you. Heh, Mandatory questions for the Mandalorian that is.”

Any other day you would’ve found that funny, maybe Din too if it was a good day.

A babble of laughter erupted from your lap. Ad’ika was wide awake.

“Thank you...for cheering him up when I couldn’t.”

An exhausted sigh left your mind as you glanced over your beloved Mandalorian...what a mess.

A beautiful mess to you...but to a doctor. You had no idea how you were going to afford this.

“I have a few questions too if you don’t mind answering them doctor…” trailing off you hadn’t caught the medical duo’s names

“Dr.Pavan, Dash Pavan. And this is not only my wife but my assistant doctor/nurse Pana Pavan.” Wow, this couple was all about repetition huh.

“Uh...I’ll call you by your first names if you don’t mind.”

“Oh everybody does dearie don’t worry about it.” The female doctor was built very similarly to you, which scared you in a way because of how put together her life was in comparison to your...well, at least yours right now.

“I...don’t know how I can afford the medical treatment he needs. It’s true that his line of work isn’t good to him but I can’t just let him die either.” Attempting to keep yourself together, you saw pain and sympathy flash through the couples’ eyes.

“We know exactly what you’re talking about. If we didn’t make nearly as much as we did last year I could’ve died myself...I was expecting y’see and well, we lost our daughter.” Pain rang through your heart as your hands tightened around Ad’ika’s slouched form. He was tired but he refused to sleep, just like his buir.

“I’m so sorry...I can’t imagine what that must be like. I’m scared too.”

“If the force is on your side dear, you never will, and the husband is always the biggest of help, I love Pav with all my heart and I knew that when we married we'll stick together no matter what. Which is why I married him in the first place. It was tough...it still is sometimes when we face similar cases today....which is why we offer free medical care to those who need it the most.”

You couldn’t help sobbing into your son’s head as they told you this. They were so kind when the rest of the universe had been so cruel to all three of you. It was a race for the little moments...moments like these when all you could do was watch as Din got better more and more every day. Yet you continued to lie just so you were allowed in.

It wasn’t your fault they mistook you for his wife. You cared about him a great deal, you weren’t afraid to show that now. Not after this accident. You knew when he woke up...you were gonna tell him how you felt. Whether he reciprocated or not.

It was...one of those moments

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“Good morning Djarin.”

“Hello Pana. Please, call me Y/N.”

“Oh shucks. Alright Y/N. That’s such a badass name, Y/N Djarin.”

“I guess so.” you chuckled.

“So...how did you two meet?”

Oh no...now you had to lie for real.

“Well...he saved me. I was all alone with only an Ugnaught named Kuill to guide me, he was like a father to me. Then, late last year, he was killed. Protecting the little one from imperial troops.”

“Oh my!”

“I know...sounds way more dramatic than it actually was, believe me. Well...in my case anyway, I’m...just a mechanic. I’m nothing special.”

“Dear listen to me. Everyone is special in this universe. My mum taught me that. When she passed away I was devastated for years. Then I met Pav and...everything just fell into place.”

“...it was like that with me and Din. Although...I’m not afraid to admit it was puppy love. When I walked into Kuill’s hut that night I wasn’t expecting another...bounty hunter to show up. Let alone a Mandalorian. I wanted to ask him so many questions, yet I didn’t want to pry about his culture...his past. There’s still some things to this day I don’t know about him...but I remember when I started falling in love…”

“Aw...You sound like you’ve come straight out of one of my western novels!”

You blushed at this admission. Not wanting to sound like the starry eyed waif that you were. You fell in love with the man...not the helmet or the blasters and definitely not that infernal jet pack.

“One night...Ad’ika was fussing and I just snapped. I couldn’t cope, it felt like the stars were imploding on me. I couldn’t sleep, my hormones were going crazy (this isn’t aimed at a specific gender btw) I refused to eat until after I slept so my stomach hurt. I was going through the paces of newfound buirhood it seemed.” You laughed to yourself.

“Buir?”

“It’s Mando’a for parent.”

“Oh, they are a very gender neutral race aren’t they?”

“Yes...it was also one of the many reasons I didn’t know if he was gonna love me back. I was scared. To say the least. When he startled me awake I realised I had been close to dropping Ad’ika on his head. It hurt me...that I wasn’t being a good mother. It was so unexpected...I didn’t have any heads up whatsoever.” Laughing to yourself at the memory now, you realised how fond of the both of them you really are. They were your Aliit.

“I love them both so damn much…” Reaching over to Din’s bed side, you grabbed his bandaged hand. Rubbing the newly discovered yet so ardently him, tattoo with a smile on your face.

“I will always love him...I know that now.”

---

You were standing in line for some caf at the hospital canteen when you ran into Pana again.

Or...more accurately she ran into you.

“DJARIN! Y/N! I FOUND YOU!”

“Yes Pana you found me.” You were way too grumpy and sleep deprived for this much energy, which is probably why you missed the cheshire cat grin on her face.

“YOUR HUSBAND IS FINALLY AWAKE! DON’T STAND THERE WAITING AROUND FOR SOME CRAPPY CAF!” Yanking the empty plastic cup out of your hand she yeeted it as hard as she could towards the bin.

“That’s so bad for the enviro-wait...what did you just say?”

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You had never run so fast in your life, you didn’t think it was possible for your lungs to burn.

Dashing through the door, your heart warmed at the familiar sight. Ad’ika was babbling up at his father happily once more, his helmet resting in his son’s hands as they talked in hushed tones. Clearing your throat playfully yet with your eyes full of tears.

“Din...you’re awake.” You tried so hard not to cry, you really did.

You didn’t even notice both the doctors step out of the room to give you both some privacy.

“Good morning...my love.”

Then everything froze.

“...Pana told you didn’t she.”

Deadpan tone returning to your voice...you knew he was never going to let this one go.

“Actually I kind of like it.”

“You, you do?”

What the kriff was going on?”

“Yeah, I mean I always hated your last name.”

“Djarin that’s so unfair how could you say-”

“Only because I’d happily give you mine.”

Was he….proposing?

---

When Pana and Pav next entered the room you didn’t even realise that you had gained a concussion from keldabe kissing him so hard.

They gave you a pink and blue bandage though…

Besides the modest wedding band on your finger, it was a badge of pride that you were now happily married to Din Djarin.

Although getting married in a hospital wasn’t unconventional, you adored the fact that Pana and Pav happily agreed to be your best man and woman. Seeing as they brought you two together of course. They easily forgave and forgot the common lie of pretending to be someone’s wife/husband/partner just to see them.

A couple months later you were buzzing with joy about telling Pana about the daughter you had named after her.

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harrystyleswatermelon-sugar · 4 years

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Gas station encounter - Part II

Part I

WARNINGS/Trigger: child oncology station, sick children, cancer, angst, child death

“What a great job choice, do you like it? I bet it's nice to be around kids all the time, I love kids. Do you want some of your own?” he rambles and I giggle a bit.

“It is nice having kids around you, but it would be even nicer if I could help all those kids…I work at the oncology station, which is rather sad and hard to keep a smiling face. But I try my best to help them and ease their pain…nevertheless I definitely want kids on my own”

“Oh wow, that’s a tough job choice…but I am sure you are very good at your job, I visited some very sick kids during my career and I know what you mean when you say it´s hard to keep a smiling face. When you leave the room, you realize that this might be the last time they smiled and the last time, they were happy and the realization hits you, that they might die very soon,” his voice sounds sad and I nod. I know exactly what he means. I often cry when I come home and I know a kid has only a few weeks left. And when I lose one of my proteges I am usually down for days. I am sassy because I want to protect myself from any other pain than the one I learn at my job every day.

“It´s hard, yes. But I love my job and someone has to do it” I smile at him and sip from my drink.

“Hey you two, stop talking about sad things and enjoy the night,” Lisa says and nudges my shoulder. I laugh at her and Harry nods.

“She´s right. No sad conversation anymore” it ends in the whole group talking and laughing and I enjoy it very much. I never thought that a group of young women, who worked their way up into successful businesswomen and a group of privileged men could harmonize so good. It´s effortless and they are so charming.

When I look at my phone I see some missed calls from work and my heart drops. Oh no. Someone is in trouble, I can feel it.

I excuse myself and leave the bar, to return the call outside.

“Y/N, finally. You said you wanted to be notified when one of the kids is getting weaker and that’s happening at the moment with Anna. I don’t think she will survive the night, so if you want to say goodbye you should come” my co-worker says and I nod slowly. Anna has been at our station for about 6 months and she is only 13 years old, she already suffered so much in her short life. To be honest, she is the reason why I recognized Harry in the first place, she is a huge fan of his old band and made me watch the music videos and the film over and over again.

I stumble back inside and I am scared but composed. I knew this would happen eventually and I already thought about what to say, when she has to leave.

“I´m sorry…I really have to go” I say and grab my coat and my bag without noticing that Harry has gotten up on his feet.

“Wait, why?” he asks confused and as I look at him I see that he is stood up and looks at me with worried eyes.

“Probably a patient isn’t feeling well” my friends reply, they know how I look when such things happen.

“Can I help you in any way?” Harry asks and I want to shake my head but then I realize that I could make Annas biggest dream reality.

“To be honest, you can. She is a huge fan of your band and she probably won´t survive the night, she is very weak. Maybe we can record a little video for her?” I ask him. I don’t want to ask him to join me because seeing a dying child can be really hard and disturbing.

“I have a better idea” he responds and grabs his coat “I´m coming with you” he adds and looks at me determined.

“You sure? This could be very disturbing,” I ask and he nods.

We leave the bar and grab a cab to the hospital. We don’t talk much, it´s a serious and very sad situation and I try not to think too much about what will happen in a few hours. Anna is always full of life and fun and I like being around her. I will miss her very badly and I will cry when I leave the hospital, that’s not open for discussion.

Harry pays for the cab and we enter the hospital. He follows me into the elevator to go up where the children's oncology station is.

“Are you okay?” he asks concerned and as I look into his green eyes I can see, that he is scared.

“I will be. Right now I am devastated. She is a great girl and no child deserves this. She always makes me laugh and she is always full of positivity. I will miss her very much…this is really hard” I say and he nods.

“I am scared. I hope I don’t say anything wrong…we can do this” he says and holds out his hand. Without hesitation, I hold onto it. It comforts me and I know it does the same to him. The elevator stops and we let go of each others hand while I show him the way down the corridor. Everywhere on the walls are pictures from the kids and handprints from everyone in different colours. Fotos of the staff and from trips we did with the kids. It´s a very bright and colourful corridor but only to cover up all the sadness. We disinfect our hands and I hand him a mouthguard mask and some gloves before I take a deep breath and stop in front of her door. I can see her family sitting in her room and Amanda, the colleague who called me checking her vitals.

Anna looks very pale, as every kid does. She hasn’t a headband on but she sits up in her bed when she sees me and smiles at me. Harry is not visible from his position so I wave at her and take a step back.

“Just wait a second, I will talk to her first and get her ready. She probably doesn’t want you to see her bald head…I will get you, okay?” I ask him and look into his green eyes while I put on my mask.

“Okay” his voice is shaky and I hold on a second.

“Are you sure? She hasn’t seen you yet, you can leave if you want” I ask once again but he shakes his head. I open the door and get in.

“Hello everybody,” I say and her parents smile at me. We have known each other for a few months and I always supported them and comforted them. They accepted their daughters sickness and tried everything to be positive around her. They are so strong but now I can see them clinging onto the hands of each other and barely holding themselves together.

“Hey, Anna…I have a surprise for you. Maybe you want to get a bit dolled up. Wait” I grab her headband and the little bag with her make up. She looks confused and puts on her headband.

“A surprise? What is it? Y/N tell me…” she begs and I laugh while I hand her the mirror and makeup. She quickly gets ready and looks expectantly at me.

“Okay, are you ready for your biggest dream to come true?” she nods and I can see the sparkle in her eyes when I open the door.

“Hello love,” Harry says and everybody in the room gasps. They recognize him even with the mask and I can see how Anna starts crying of pure joy.

“Oh my god, no I am so ugly” she cries as Harry steps in and I can see him smiling behind the mask.

“You are not. Anna this is Harry. Harry, Anna” I introduce them and Harry hugs her. She is shaking and crying and laughing everything at the same time. Harry sits down beside her and they start talking while I zone out and watch them.

“How did you manage that? This is insane” her mom asks me and I laugh.

“I accidentally met him and we talked when the call came. I mentioned that she was a fan and proposed to tape a video but he wanted to join me” her mom hugs me very tight and I can feel a tear slipping down my cheek.

“Thank you, Y/N. This is unbelievable, thank you so much. She is so happy” I smile at her and wipe away my tear.

“No problem” I reply and watch them talking and laughing.

“Y/N can you get the guitar?” Anna asks me and I nod.

“Sure” I go and grab the guitar from the playroom. Back in her room I hand it to Harry and say:

“It´s not the best guitar” he laughs and shakes his head.

“It will do” he tunes the guitar and starts singing a few of his songs. I record a bit with my phone and take some pictures. Anna starts getting tired and falls asleep while Harry hums some melodies.

“I think it´s time for us to leave now…may I have a moment?” I ask her parents and they agree while they leave the room until I am alone with the sleeping girl.

I sit next to her at the bed and caress her cheek with the back of my hand.

“You are such a strong and fierce girl, I will never forget you little Anna. The pain will fade very soon and I promise we will meet again someday. I love you and this is one of the hardest goodbyes I ever had to say” I watch her sleep with a smile on her face and I know she had a happy life despite the sickness. I get up and hug her parents outside.

“This hospital is a blessing you all did such a great job and she loves you like a family member, Y/N. You are very special, you will always be our friend for everything you did. Thank you so much” her mum says and I nod.

“Thank you, too. It was s pleasure meeting you and seeing you being as nice and friendly as she always imagined. You made her day” her dad says to Harry and he smiles.

“It was my pleasure. I am sure she is a very special girl and it hurts me to know…” he sobs and I can see his eyes filling with tears.

“Do you agree if I post a picture of her and me?” he asks and I smile, he is so polite asking for their permission. They nod and look happy, because we all know this would be such a great joy for her.

“Go back inside, see you soon and be strong,” I say and wave them goodbye. Harry and I toss our medical gear into the next bin and I walk a bit faster than usual, trying to be in front of him so he doesn't see the tear stains on my cheeks. I knew I would cry. I press the elevator button. I get impatient and press it again and again, trying to see through my tears which I desperately wipe away with my sleeve. Harry grabs my hand and pushes me around to face him.

“Look at me,” he says huskily and I sigh and look up at his face. He is crying as well, his green eyes looking sad and glossy.

“We are feeling the same. Don’t hide, come here” he whispers and pulls me into his chest. I hate being hugged and I usually keep my distance from people but he holds me close until I relax a bit and wrap my arms around his waist.

We stand there and cry even when the elevator comes up and opens the door. We don’t care, we are looking for comfort in each other and I hear the doors close again. When our sobs fade a bit, I take a step back and look at him. His eyes are red and puffy and I hate to admit it, but he looks adorable. I bet I look really bad with my mascara running down my cheeks and everything. He pushes the elevator button and I try to fix my face in the mirror next to the elevator.

“Can you send me the pictures you took? I want her to see the post” he asks me and I nod.

“How…Instagram message? Bluetooth?” I reply and he holds out his hand, to type in his number.

“If you have any other kid that would be happy to meet me or any one of the boys let me know. Here now you can send them via WhatsApp” he gives me my phone back and I can´t believe I got his number. But I have it. I send him the pictures and he immediately posts one with the caption Unbelievable circumstances have led me to meet this strong and beautiful girl today. She inspires me with her strength and her will to live. I hope to see you again very soon, beautiful Anna. Be strong and keep fighting, I believe in you. I love you. #fuckcancer

“This will make her very happy, Harry” I assure him and he smiles at me.

“I hope so. Care for a drink? I could need one” he sighs and ruffles his hand through his locks.

“Absolutely plus I don’t want to be alone at this point” we smile at each other and I know that he feels the same. Being alone is scary at this point.

We end up in a pub around the corner and he orders two pints. We sit in a hidden corner and don’t talk much, rather hanging onto our thoughts. From time to time our eyes meet and we smile at each other and I am glad that the silence is not awkward but comfortable.

“Are you okay?” I ask him finally with my last sip and he sighs deeply.

“I don’t know how you do this job, to be honest”

“Sometimes I don’t know either…but it is all I have. I try to stay away from people to not get hurt otherwise than through my job. Those ladies today are my only friends because I know they won´t hurt me. That’s how I protect myself” I explain to him and he looks a bit sad.

“That´s noble but sounds really lonely” I nod in agreement because it is lonely.

“It is” we look into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Not long after we step out of the pub and we both know that it is time to say our goodbyes now.

“I hope we will meet again sometime, this shouldn’t be our last memory of one another. Too sad” I laugh dryly and roll my eyes at him.

“That´s my life. Sad. It was very nice meeting you, Harry. Maybe next time at the gas station we grab a coffee” he nods and then we hug. I bury my face in his chest inhaling his scent. He smells great and it´s oddly comforting.

“Let´s find you a cab” he suggests and holds his hand out, so the next one pulls over. He leans down to kiss my cheek before I get in and wave.

Part III

So, yeah this was part II. I hope you liked it and leave me your thoughts below. If you want to.

Love, xx

Julia

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haileymorelikestupid · 4 years

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i rewatched blake’s de*th scene and lemme tell you there’s so much to talk about

first of all, i wanna talk about the pilot. i actually looked up the script to read it because i’ve read small parts from it whenever people post it on here but that’s it. in the script, it’s written that, while scho is getting the water, blake is trying to comfort the pilot and calm him down, and the pilot is speaking in german. according to the script, he says, “please help me, i don’t want to die.” when i watched the scene this time, i turned subtitles on to see if i could catch it, but the only thing i hear and that pops up in the subtitles is “nein”. i’ve talked about this before with @softschofield, about what the pilot may have been thinking and why he stabbed tom. this honestly raises new questions for me – he doesn’t want to die and asks for help (or does he, since he seemingly doesn’t say the words in the film, at least not that we can understand), so why does he stab tom? that is honestly a fascinating concept i’d love to analyze more, but for now imma continue.

next thing – the way scho cradles blake’s head. when he first presses his hand to the wound to stop the bleeding, his hand goes to the top of tom’s back, likely for leverage more than anything. then, as tom cries out and begs him to stop, he moves his hand to cradle his head instead. so much is said in that one gesture. it’s his hand that stops tom’s head from going back any further, making sure he doesn’t hit his head on the ground, which is so so caring in and of itself. and of course, it’s an attempt at comfort. the way his fingers splay out and his touch is so gentle while his other hand keeps a constant pressure that is absolutely needed if there’s any hope of stopping the bleeding. the whole thing is paternal in its care yet also that of the affection of a beloved friend and it makes my heart ache.

you know what else hurts? scho’s absolute desperation as he tries to remind tom of what they need to do. you can just tell that he can’t think of anything else to say that would encourage tom to try and get up other than the thought of his brother. it’s not a cheap shot, per say, but it is scho grasping at straws to try and get tom’s attention and keep him lucid.

that only adds to the absolute devastation as tom seems to accept his fate, and in doing so, ends scho’s tiny bit of hope that tom could stand a chance. “you’ll recognize him,” he says, and scho wilts (though not in the way you might expect). his breathing changes, and though he’d been frantic for the past few minutes, he becomes frantic in a different way. his attention constantly diverts from his hand on tom’s wound, making sure there’s still pressure, to the barn when it collapses, and his gaze switches all around them for a few moments after that. it’s like, after the fight leaves tom, it starts to leave scho, too (well, this particular fight, the one that urges he save his friend. he recognizes now that that won’t happen). as tom loses lucidity, will loses his hope of keeping his friend alive (physically, anyways. tom never truly dies, in his heart, but that’s for another day). all he can do now is be honest with him and comfort him in his final moments.

but honesty, in this moment, does not exactly come easy for will. he doesn’t even think of lying to him, no, but it takes some thought to consider what he should say and how he should say it and some effort to get the words out. his chin drops to his chest, and he can’t look at his friend as he tells him he’s dying. but he looks at him after. he waits to see how he’ll take it, ready to do whatever he needs to comfort tom. and i think tom’s reaction just hurts him even more. you can see it in that motion he does when tom starts to tremble even more and the sobs bubble under the surface. i don’t quite know how to describe it, but it’s this little breath that makes his shoulders rise up and down noticeably, and he pulls blake closer. it makes me wonder what scho would have done if blake’s reaction was different, or if he had wants or expectations for how he would react.

i’ve talked about the photo before, so i won’t touch on that much this time, but what i really notice at this point is tom’s breathing. it’s wheezing and rattling and wow i don’t like thinking about it much. oh, and don’t think about how scho moves his hand around so much and how tom is laid in his lap but it seems like it isn’t close enough given how much scho keeps pulling him closer, little by little.

next up on the pain train is tom’s “i wish that… i wish…” do you see the look on scho’s face while he waits for whatever will come out of tom’s mouth? he’s clearly hanging onto every word, because he knows any of them will be blake’s last, but it’s like he doesn’t want to hear this part. because what could follow, “tell my family i love them and i wish…”? what does a dying man wish for in his final moments as it concerns his family? usually, their presence. their comfort. but i don’t think tom would want will to tell his mom, “he wishes you were there when he died.” that isn’t what tom wanted. the only thing i can really think of is that maybe tom wished he hadn’t enlisted after all. i think he was finally wishing he would have just stayed home with his mum. but, even then, i don’t think he fully wanted that – that’s why he didn’t say it.

but that would explain why scho suddenly can’t look at him, though he’s undoubtedly listening. does he wish tom stayed home? yes, mostly, because a boy like tom doesn’t belong in a war like this, doesn’t deserve a death like this, caused in part by his own kindness. it means that he wouldn’t have met tom though, and i think he struggles with figuring out whether that would have been for the best.

we’ll never know though, will we? and boy doesn’t that hurt

and here’s where i’d like to finish – what i think tom’s final thoughts consisted of. not fully formed, no, he was nowhere near lucid enough for a stream of consciousness, but he could still conceptualize things. the last thing he sees is scho, since he looks up at him to meet his eyes when he begs him to talk to him, and then he closes his eyes as he listens. scho’s grip is the last thing he feels besides the pain, pulling him ever-closer to comfort the both of them in some infinitesimal way. the last thing he hears is of his brother. at first, i was so caught up in the parallelism of scho’s description (“just like you, a little older”) that i didn’t immediately take tom into account. the last thing he hears and acknowledges is “brother”, based on his little nod. after that word, i don’t think anything else registers, even as he takes one last, shaky breath. tom blake dies with the vision of his best friend and the conceptualized image of his brother as the last thing on his mind (two of the things, the people he loved most in this world).

there you have it folks. a nearly 1300-word analysis of tom’s final moments. i can see myself out now, if you’d like.

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g7mafiascenarios · 4 years

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Cries Of The Rain

synopsis : There’s always two sides, one would enjoy the rain while another would unknowingly shed tears as if one understands how the rain felt.

characters : Mark Tuan, Anne Tuan, Ahn Athena, The Ahns, Sara, Hina

genre : mafia!mark, got7!mafia

warnings : it’s slightly a long post and this post is filled with angst, death, mention of murder and torture, weather (heavy rain) depression

Somehow, it seems God could hear him as whenever Mark and his sister, Anne, came to visit their parents grave, rain started to drizzle as it turned into a heavy rain.

They had to cut the session short as both Mark and Anne quickly put the bouquets of flowers nicely onto their craved names, both of them running back into their car with Anne jumping onto the driver seat and Mark onto the passenger seat.

“Gosh... Why does god hate us so much that he had to interrupt our session with Mum and Dad? I barely even explained my day today!” Anne whines frustratedly, causing Mark to chuckle slightly.

“Well... I think they are saving us from feeling so broken... I’m sure he is tired of seeing us always breaking down in front of our parents,”

What Mark says was true. Both of them would fail to keep themselves composed as soon as they saw their parents' name, especially Mark.

He really sticks to the belief of ‘big men don’t cry’ but it seems sometimes men do have to cry.

Mark can’t help but shed tears, thinking that his parents didn’t deserve to die, in a tragic way.

A tragic way as they were tortured horribly, there was even evidence that had been found but sadly, they couldn’t find the murderer.

The Ahns, a guardian angel to The Tuan's family.

After the murder of his parents, The Ahns immediately took care of The Tuan siblings then to be revealed to Mark when he was old enough to understand that they were supposed to be taking care of them.

It was stated in the will that was given by his parents to Mr and Mrs Ahn.

The will was given on the day when Mr and Mrs Tuan had thrown a party for Mr and Mrs Ahn on them having a second child, they were really happy that The Ahns had both daughters and it was weird how they were acting that day - according to Mrs Ahn who has told The Tuan siblings.

Mark also found out, from Mr Ahn, that the murderer was actually targeting Mark and Anne for god knows what. Till this day, Mark had been questioning why someone would want to kill a child.

It was as if Mr and Mrs Tuan knew, somehow predicted - that the day when Mr and Mrs Ahn were supposed to take Mark and Anne for a playdate with their own children, it was the day where it turned ugly and messy.

It was raining so heavily that day - thunderstorms came and struck on a tree near The Ahns big house, causing the 4 children to scream in horror.

Strangely, according to Mr Ahn, he could still remember how uncomfortable he was that day. He couldn’t even sleep, he couldn’t even concentrate on reading his usual daily newspaper and it is the same to Mrs Ahn.

She couldn’t stop thinking of her best friends, The Tuans. Mrs Ahns had known The Tuan couple ever since they were teenagers, attending the same school and as they grew up, they became like a family.

Helping each other when things get really rough.

Mrs Ahn couldn’t even put the kids to sleep, she could still remember that little Mark was crying while her own daughter was trying to soothe him.

Little Anne on the other hand was cuddling onto Mrs Ahn’s peculiar colored haired daughter, as both of them were sleeping.

As God had planned, as soon as the rain started to sooth down, Mr Ahn received numerous calls that day saying his own company was being robbed and destroyed with mysterious men.

If that was the worst case scenario he had received, the call that Mrs Ahn receive was more devastating as Mr Ahn couldn’t even forget the loud wailings from his own wife - to receive the devastating news, that their best friends, whom The Ahns treated The Tuans like a family, was found dead in their own house.

Till this day, Mark and Anne could hear the voice of remorse, devastation, longing from both Mr and Mrs Ahn as they told The Tuan siblings what had exactly happened.

Mark and Anne were really grateful and thankful for The Ahns but Mark knew that he couldn’t depend of his guardian for too long so as soon as he was 21 and when The Ahn let go of The Tuan siblings as stated in the will, Mark decided to gather his own men to investigate more about the murder of his parents - at the same time he had the title of CEO of his parents company, Tuan Enterprise.

With the help of his own members and his leader too who are currently owning individual businesses in Korea.

“Is Mr Ahn and Mrs Ahn coming?” Mark questioned towards Anne as he thought of The Ahns - causing Anne to smile a little.

“Rain or not, they will still come. They never missed our Mum and Dad’s anniversary - even if they live in Korea, they always come and visit us in L.A,” Anne answered with a small smile before turning her focus towards her own phone while Mark decided to look out of the window.

Anne and Mark would always stay for a while, wanting to wait till the rain had died down.

His gaze suddenly fell towards a very familiar car, to see the one he had mentioned.

“ Anne, they are here,” Mark whispered, knowing she would hear him - his eyes never left the figures but his eyes stopped at the third party who was following the 2 adults.

“Who’s that?” Mark turned towards Anne as she hummed in response, looking up towards her phone as she looked towards where Mark had looked.

Mark could hear her shift towards him.

“Oh! It seems Aethia— Oh…. It’s Athena!” Anne squeaked slightly followed by a hum.

“It seems Aethia didn’t follow them, she must be busy studying for her finals - I heard they are having finals in Korea,” Anne added with a mutter. Mark frowns to hear the names - he thinks that the names are weird, at the same he doesn’t even have a clue who they are.

“Who…?” Mark turned towards Anne with a slight frown, then to meet Grace’s widened eyes.

“You don’t know? Wow, brother. You must have been so busy ever since we moved back to L.A. and with Dad and Mum’s company, that you forgot your own childhood friends.. Well more like play-date friends,” Anne shrugged before looking towards her phone again.

She was right.

The Tuan siblings decided to make back to their parent’s home country and Mark had been busy with work that he didn’t even have time to have a proper sleep.

The maximum hours he had slept was 4.

Anne knew Mark had been indulging himself with work - although she was also working in the same company, that she could actually see visible dark circles on his eyes, and today was the day they could only have family bonding.

Mark was curious as he stared outside from the passenger seat.

Athena… How familiar..

Although it was raining very heavily, Mark could see the figure of the girl as she was staring into his parent’s tombstones.

After about 10 minutes, Mark could see Mr and Mrs Ahn quietly walking away with Mrs Ahn wiping her face with Mr Ahn on her side.

It’s been more than 4 years that they have seen each other, since The Ahns lived in Korea while The Tuan siblings are living in L.A currently.

The couple stopped as it looked like they were calling for the girl as she quickly took out a bouquet of dandelions, causing Mark’s lip to curve upwards slightly - because as soon as she turned around, with the umbrella lifted up from her face, Mark could see her features.

What he didn’t know is that as years passed, the dandelions, the heavy rain and her face somehow stuck onto his mind for the rest of his lives.

“Why does the rain today looks scary?”

“The thunderstorms doesn’t help either,”

Athena slightly scoffed as she looked towards the rear-view mirror of her Lamborghini to see both of her best friends looking slightly terrified.

“Okay girls, seatbelts on tightly please.” Athena instructed nicely as she herself was buckling her own seatbelt with a sigh.

It was a Friday afternoon, usually the Friday’s she had experienced was always bright and sunny but today, her afternoon was filled with the sound of thunderstorms and her clothes beginning to be wetter and wetter due to the heavy rain - her umbrella did not help to cover her fully.

With a long sigh, Athena started to drive - making her way towards both of her friend’s houses.

It seems both of her friends’ drivers, which are also men that are involved with mafia business, had issues and Athena was happy to send them off since she was the only one who had a car.

“Thank you for sending us home, Tina. We could easily call someone to pick us up you know,” One of her best friends, Sara thanked with a soft smile - looking towards Athena’s side as the girl was driving with a small smile.

“No biggie, Sara! Just relax!” Athena winked towards the rear-view mirror, earning giggles from the girl. Her other friend, Hina, was staring towards Athena who was quietly driving.

Hina knew Athena really well - Hina actually owes Athena for saving her life back when she nearly drowned herself from being pushed by a bully. Hina didn’t think she would be alive today.

Not just Hina, Athena saved Sara too - she was also being bullied by the same bully who pushed Hina to the deep swimming pool. Sara on the other hand was physically abused and they didn’t want to look back as it traumatized all of them, even Athena herself.

But all Sara and Hina knew was that they were always grateful to Athena.

Athena’s Lamborghini stopped at a house, as the sound of the cars being unlocked - making Athena to turn towards Sara with a smile.

“We have arrived at Princess Sara’s mansion!” Athena jokes, seeing her two best friends hugging each other.

“Oh shut it,” Sara pouted as soon as she gave Hina a hug, then turning towards Athena for a hug, humming slightly. Sara looks at Athena for a second.

“Don’t let the rain ruin your mood, Athena.” Sara commented with a small, sincere smile then seeing Athena nodding while waving the girl off as she got out of the car.

The driver seat window slides down as she watches the girl going up the front steps, to see Sara’s parents.

As usual whenever Athena dropped her home, her parents as well as Sara would always wave towards her as an acknowledgement that they were safe and sound. Sara’s family were also involved with the mafia, as her father was business partner’s with Athena’s father.

Athena always watches them entering their home. Once Sara closes the door of her house, Athena turns towards Hina.

“Ready to go home?” Athena smiled as she saw Hina nodding, as she proceeded to start her car’s engine - going to the next location. It was just a few houses away and within 5 minutes, they stopped in front of a big house.

“I’m so gonna have a good nap after I step into my own apartment,” Athena stretched her arms with a slight, fake yawn before turning towards Hina, hearing the girl chuckle as she unbuckled her own seatbelt.

“Thank you for the drive, Tina. Cheer up, okay?” Hina quickly leans towards the front to hug Athena.

Hina knew that whenever it rains - when it rained heavily, somehow Athena’s mood would totally be drained out.

Which it weirded out Hina a little, Athena would only be so down during days where thunderstorms and heavy rain were involved. She was genuinely worried for her friend.

“I will, it will go away as the day passes. Now, go on.” Athena gestured her chin outside with a small smile. Hina was hesitant but she quickly let out a forced smile before getting out of the car.

The same as Sara, Athena watches Hina walking up the front steps, to see the usual men whom was Hina’s bodyguards since her family is also involved with the mafia. Athena knew all of the men that were working for Hina’s family, she had her ways so as soon as she recognized the faces, she slightly waved towards them as Hina replied with the same gesture.

Once Hina closes the door of her own house, Athena leans back towards her seat, letting out a shaky breath at the same time trying her best not to breakdown as she grips onto the steering wheel but she could feel her lips trembling - she finally let out her own tears, weeps and sobs.

Athena knew her 2 best friends were worried of her - Athena herself is worried too.

She would always wonder why she would have to cry whenever it rains heavily. It seems the rain was crying to her and Athena could feel how they felt.

But Athena knew everything was going to be okay, it was always going to be okay as night time arrives.

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⇿ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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doof-doofblog · 3 years

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"What Is It? Patrick? Patrick?!"

Thursday 7th January 2021

Good evening everyone! Hope you've all had a good day! I'm thrilled to be back posting another blog tonight! I feel so happy to finally be up to date and catch up to the same point as the rest of you! Just want to take this moment again to thank you all for your on-going support. If there's anyway I can improve my blog, please feel free to send me any suggestions!

Now tonight's episode, oh my goodness - quite a few shock factors I have to say! Firstly I'm going to start with Sonia. Clearly she is still behaving out of sorts, lashing out at people for no reason, and yet still we can see clinging on to a little piece of jewellery. I am still convinced that this necklace or chain has some significance, I'm unsure what, but I feel if we see her continuing to handle it, more will be revealed. During the scene where she's at hospital with Ash, she mentions that she can't recall the last time she had a break or even a decent rest. This makes me think that with Sonia being a nurse, I think the thing that's getting to her so much, must be her job. It's true that the NHS have been working around the clock, day and night, 24/7 to fight this virus. What if EastEnders have decided to show us how it must be for some of the people working for the NHS and how much pressure they've been under to fight the virus and how it's has affected them? Physically? Emotionally? Mentally? I feel that this could be Sonia's big story, being a nurse and fighting off Covid-19. It would make sense really, what do you guys think?! Could Sonia be in such a big bubble that she feels no one understands the pressure she's under, how many people she's seen die due to the pandemic? It could very distressing but a very vital and important to show!

Secondly, I want to mention Sharon. She is still putting on a huge front to everyone on the Square, more importantly to Kathy, that she's actually in love with Ian and their marriage is for real. I do feel for Sharon but I do also feel that she's going way in above her head. There are many ways in which she could get revenge on Ian, marry him and take him for every penny he has, not really needing to poison the man. When she finds Kathy approaching Gray for some legal advice, she informs her and everyone else that she and Ian are going to be celebrating their marriage/wedding with a party at the Vic, so everyone can see how committed they are. Even though this is part of her plan, I truly don't know how long she'll be able to put up with it. There is only so much she can take, surely? I mean - Kathy even mentioned whether they had actually consummated the marriage, for some reason I do think that Sharon is going to have to act upon that, just show she'll be able to carry on with her plan and prove their marriage is real, even though she'll hate every single minute of it! But I do feel what she did in tonight's episode was a huge step too far, after realising she was running low of pills to give to Ian, she did the desperate act and approached Jean, using the excuses that she needed tinsel for her upcoming party. Only as soon as Jean was out of the room, she rummaged in the poor woman's handbag and nicked, what I'm assuming was, Jean's bipolar medication. This is going to look awful, not just on Sharon, but also for Jean and the Slater's. What if Jean notices her medication is missing? Or even Stacey? Could it cause Jean to go on a downward spiral? Who knows? I do fear that Sharon's actions could have some serious repercussions for an innocent party.

Thirdly, let's talk about Martin, Ruby and Kush! After being kicked out of the Slater household, Kush is now living with Martin and Ruby. Even though he has no where else to stay, Kush is only staying there because he threatened Ruby by telling her that he'd reveal her involvement in his set up to flee Walford with Arthur. It appears to be the morning after and Martin still isn't interesting in forgiving his best mate. As Martin leaves the room, Kush sits down with Ruby and they begin to talk about Martin, Ruby still hasn't told her husband about her involvement but she seems to feel that Martin isn't talking to her like the way he should, he always seems to be going to Stacey for advice and to talk about things. Kush tries to console Ruby by telling her that Martin is a good Dad, and with Stacey being the mother of his kids, she has to accept the fact that she'll be a part of his life forever, with Ruby looking solemn he makes the very important statement that Martin lives for his kids. It looks as if these words seem to play on Ruby's mind. Meanwhile, while Ruby and Kush are having their discussion, Martin has caught up with Stacey in the Cafe, she openly admits that she understands Kush's actions, however this does not mean that she's forgiven him. Martin is completely surprised by her attitude towards it all, he seemed to expected her to be livid, but she voices her understanding that people do crazy things when they panic, they don't think straight and attempt to do a runner - was Kush acting the same way anyone else would? Stacey's words play on Martin's mind and later he finds his wife at her club, he admits to her that she was right about Kush and that he should forgive his friend. However when he admits that he had spoken to Stacey about it, it upsets Ruby as she begins to feel that her husband doesn't listen to her, as she states that she said the exact same thing that Stacey had told him. Martin seems to think that her wife is jealous or maybe a bit insecure, she questions him whether he actually does love her - he tries to reassure her that he does love her and that his ex's (Stacey and Sonia) are just good friends, plus the very important fact is that they're mother's to his children. BUT THEN - Ruby drops the huge bombshell that she's pregnant! "So am I!" she claims! Leaving Martin looking confused and, honestly, not at all excited! When he asks her if she's truly pregnant, she subtly nods her head. BIG RED FLAG GOING UP!!! I'm telling you all now, she IS NOT pregnant! This will be her plan in an attempt to keep hold of her husband and grasp the attention from him that she so desperately wants, plus it'll also be an attempt to keep him away from Stacey! Only, with this being a lie - this may mean she'll have to become pregnant really quickly, otherwise he'll soon find out she's lying. Will she trick him into sleeping with her? Or could she even blackmail someone else to get her pregnant? Kush maybe?! Ooooo this is going to be a dramatic one I can see it coming!!

The next thing I want to mention is Katy and Frankie! First I just want to say how great it is to see Frankie back! It's been a while since she's been in the soap, I'm hoping now she's back and everything's been revealed, I hope she'll come to realise the truth about her Mum and go and be there for Mick! Will Linda learn to accept her? Could she become a part of the Carter family? Who knows? Either way, I'd love to see her remain in the soap! I think it's a bit unsure as to where Frankie has been, it's clear she hasn't been living with her Mum, and she certainly hasn't been in Walford, where actually has she been?! I think it's very clear and obvious to say that Katy has been completely on edge after Mick confronted her about her abuse towards him. Did Katy reach out to her daughter in pure panic? Making her believe that she has a better chance at life if she was to go to Australia and work in a bar with her God-Mother? Of course, we can tell straight away that it's an attempt to get rid of her daughter before she finds out the awful truth! Only it looks as if Frankie can smell a rat from a mile off, I truly don't think she trusts her Mother - after even having her suspicions about Mick, something mustn't feel right, surely?! The only thing I found pretty impressive in these scenes was the sign language used, even though Mick and Tina never used sign language in front of Frankie (probably because they don't know how) - but Simone Lahbib must've learned how to use sign language for those specific scenes. It's not every day that sign language is shown in a soap, I particularly was impressed with that!

Finally we need to save the best part till last! Patrick! Oh Patrick!!! I want to say how much I've enjoyed seeing so many scenes involving Patrick over the past couple of episodes. It's so nice to see him at the front for a change, Rudolph Walker is an absolutely brilliant actor and EastEnders are so lucky to have him!! The scenes between Patrick and Phil were fantastic, two characters we hardly get to see share a scene together, I have to say I enjoyed every minute of them! We need more of that! Don't you think? I do feel for Patrick, he's trying to keep everybody happy and safe, even though he's going behind Denise's back and letting Phil see Raymond, he's clearly only doing that because Phil promised to keep them safe from Lucas - so I guess it's fair to say that he was stuck in the middle of doing right for both parties. I did feel for him when Denise learnt the truth about him going behind her back, he was clearly devastated as she announced that she felt he betrayed her and her trust. Earlier in the episode when Phil took Raymond out for a kick about, Patrick was getting himself worked up, informing Phil that they should make their way back to the Square, only he suddenly had a bit of shock and had to sit himself down, it look like he had some kind of pain or scare of some kind? Only when Lucas appeared as his front door and barged his way in, Patrick was confronting the murderer, when suddenly he collapsed right in front of him. At first I thought it might've been a heart attack? But then I remembered, a couple of years back Patrick suffered a horrendous stroke and it took him months to learn how to walk and talk again. For a split moment, I thought Lucas was going to help - we know Lucas is evil but could he really stoop so low in letting an old man die right in front of him?! The episode ended with him hesitating to call an ambulance!

I would be absolutely devastated if EastEnders were to kill Patrick off, especially considering the character has only just come back after battling Coronavirus! How bloody awful! I plead that Patrick will survive, I hope maybe Denise, Jack or even Kim might come to the house in time and call an ambulance. I have to say I'm looking forward to tomorrow's episode, I just hope Patrick will be okay! EastEnders would be making a huge mistake if they were to let Patrick be killed off! What do you guys think? I'd love to hear your thoughts, please feel free to leave me a message or comment! I'll be back tomorrow following tomorrow's episode! Enjoy the rest of your night folks! Love you all xXx

#eastenders #lucasjohnson #patricktrueman #philmitchell #denisefox #rubyfowler #martinfowler #staceyslater #kushkazemi #soniafowler #sharonbeale #kathybeale #ianbeale #katylewis #frankielewis #mickcarter #grayatkins #jackbranning

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Your writing it’s so good! The angst is super realistic and everything gives you the feels, I absolutely adore it. So I noticed you like Jason and Dick, maybe my request will interest you. I’d love to read about a reader that goes back in time to save Jason from the joker, making him develop a crush on her that eventually leads to them being together? Bonus points for poly relationship with Dick and Jason.

TWTHANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! But I’m sad to inform you that I will not obtain those bonus points :( i’m planning on working on that poly soon, though, but it jut didn’t fit with this narrative. I tried to be merciful with Dick, though! Hope you enjoy and that it comes close to what you requested. It came out a bit short and I’m not very happy with it, but I felt like I had to write something because I really wanted to touch a bit on time travel and another alternative universe for Jason. He really did deserve best.

SUMMARY: You think it can’t, it won’t work, but if it can, if it will… Are you willing to sacrifice everything that you have, everything that you own for him? “In a heartbeat”, your mind unconsciously says. It’s so quick that it scares you.

WORD COUNT: 1512.

TW: Joker’s death, not explicit (almost implied); alcohol consumption in minors (not serious tho). I would say it’s pretty soft.

It’s always been you — Jason Todd x Reader

You think it can’t, it won’t work, but if it can, if it will… Are you willing to sacrifice everything that you have, everything that you own for him? “In a heartbeat”, your mind unconsciously says. It’s so quick that it scares you.

It’s 2025 and things are fucked up. You’ve been a scientist at heart for as long as you can remember, you’ve studied theories that people have given up, searching for impossible answers and solutions that only appear in comics nowadays. But you are motivated. You have been since Jason changed, since he became the Red Hood and things have gone wrong in the city. The crime rate is as it’s peak, and Bruce is tired. Robins come back home hurt, exhausted, and nothing seems to change. Dick is the one good thing in your life; your eternal shine of optimism and your current fiancé. Could you give him up, all the moments you’ve lived together? All of your first times?

“Yes”, you murmur into Todd’s hair after a particularly long night. Dawn? You can see the sun behind the curtains of his small room, but you don’t move. Not now that he has finally managed to sleep. He called you, as it’s been happening for a while now that his birthday is coming, with a trembling voice and disorientated. Sometimes he can’t even remember his name or recognize his own reflection in the mirror. You’ve wished for as long as you’ve known him to make him have less of a burden. You have longed for him having a night of total rest; no nightmares, no shouting, no choking you in the middle of the night because he thinks someone is attacking him, someone is going to take him and-and-

(Jason was fifteen when it happened. He has never left the chair where the Joker tortured. He was just a kid, full of illusion and love for Bruce, who did not protect him back, who did nothing in retaliation. He bitterly cries a lot of times when he confesses that, and you hold him dear like he is the only thing that matters, because he is)

So when the opportunity is offered, the diamond that shines on your finger seems less important, and giving up Dick, your compromise, the devasted world that’s incoming if things continue this way… You cry as you pull the lever. And it’s done.

* * *

You’re fifteen, just his age; and you know the day it is, the things you have to do to change things, fuck up probably the entire universe, but you are willing to do it. Not because you want him (you do), or because you hated your life back in the now forgotten Gotham (but you did) – but because you want him to be happy.

Whatever the cost.

Things change. Brutally, to say the least. Jason doesn’t die, and the Joker is killed; by accident, some would say as he broke his head open in a brutal fall. Bruce broke his own code and gave up his vigilante life. You never get to meet Damian, and you think you see Tim once in the street, but it’s-it’s nothing really. It doesn’t matter. You were prepared to give it all up when you changed things, and they have.

* * *

Jason loves you. You fall in love, almost accidentally. You were fifteen when you gave the tip to Batman, and Jason has managed to live a full life: he’s had the high school experience (too easy for him) and finally the university one. You had it both together, briefly coinciding with Dick when you were freshmen and he was a senior. But now things are different. Jason and thus you are 21, and Dick is 25. He is working for Bruce, and word says he is going to inherit it all in a not so distant future. It is not what he wants, not really, but he is proud. He is going to make Bruce proud.

(Sometimes you wonder if he knows. If he is the same Dick that you have left behind, that you will know nothing more about ever again. It tears your heart apart, and Jason sometimes sees you crying, but he doesn’t ask. Does he know it too? Can he imagine such a future without you?)

You don’t talk about it, but it’s there. It’s always been there since you both were seventeen and you kissed, shyly, for first time after trying out alcohol in a high school party. If you were going to go full dumb for once, you were going to do it properly. And you have the mind of someone who should be over these things, who has more experience and knowledge than all of these hormonal teenagers together, but you play along because in some way your mind has regressed as well. Accommodating is not easy, but you get to see friends you thought dead in the years to come, sparsely; they are happy, they are now married to other people, they are older and some are younger. Things have changed. And you have more time with your father, who abruptly left you and your mum alone in a bombing attack. You cry when you get home the first night after the time travel.

You stay at Jason’s house at least five times a week, if not more; the Wayne Manor is as big as always, and it seems strangely empty even to them, like something was not right. But Jason and you fill each room with your laughter, and you feel like crying when you see him as free as he is, a full teenager, a kid that has been granted the experience of having a fulfilling life. When you are eighteen, and about to depart to uni, deciding on where to go, fearing he will go you kiss him. You kiss him and he kisses you back in the sofa, alone; if Alfred stays, if he sees anything, he doesn’t comment on. Bruce is not there, and Dick-Dick sees it all, but he is happy if anything. You’ve been his favorite since you were sixteen, and-

“Jason”, you moaned into his mouth as he caressed your skin, your thighs, and went slowly up towards the interior of your skirt. You are young and in love – and definitively not shy, not once you have him, finally him and him alone. “Jaybird”.

Some things never changed. He did continue being Robin, but he is not in search of revenge, he doesn’t risk his life every time he is out there and he is definitively not reckless – he thinks about you, about what he has, about everything he could lose. And you love him, you love him so much you think your heart might burst out, because can someone so wonderful exist and be with you?

You read together in the evenings with your legs tangled under the duvet; sometimes he sleeps over you and others you drape your arm over him, smashing your head into his chest or your pillow. Thing is, he is yours and you are his. Undoubtedly so. You simply can’t imagine a life without him; his laughing, his silliness, the inherent youth that Jason exhumes from every pore of his body when he holds you close, moonlight over both, and murmurs “I love you”, with a tender and softness no one has ever whispered before. It’s impossible to imagine a tear in his face, his trembling body, strong and prepared for combat: a knight that he has been made, forced to transform into. And it’s not that his body is soft, but his muscles are not tense like before. Before, he felt like he had to become stronger, invincible, so as to protect himself; maybe even force himself to drink down the whisky even if he always knew his body wasn’t prepared.

But now… Now it’s not like that. Save the occasional beer, the nights where you both get tipsy and handsy in the dormitories, in your door before coming in and giving it to every little dark desire of yours.

He always sleeps eight hours straight, maybe even more if you let him; and he’s a cuddle monster, who would have thought! He… Has some strange nightmares, sometimes. But it happens fast, like it never happened once you kiss him soft and confident tangled in his arms. He safe and sound in your arms, and you have to murmur “Jay” higher each time fearing he will never let you go once he has you. And you are incredibly surprised when it doesn’t bother you; there are worse deaths.

Worse universes where you don’t even get to meet, where you will always and forever feel empty; universes where there’s Todd without your last name. So as he presses himself tighter to you, you kiss each of his knuckles better, like remembering every little scar, every little memory he has left of that life you’ve left behind. There’s nothing like it anymore where you are, and that is quite enough.

#jason todd #dc #red hood #jason todd x reader #reader insert #anon #request

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 5 years

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Burned Part 7

Summary: Alfie Solomons is in need of a secretary. Tommy Shelby mentions a young woman in need of employment. From there, the two step into a dangerous dance together.

Part 7: Alfie and Louise escape to Margate

The bakery was a war zone, had been for the whole week and it was finally Friday. Some men were genuinely afraid they wouldn’t make it to the weekend.

Despite his new relationship, Alfie was in a terrible mood. He couldn’t spend enough quality time with Louise anyway. He’d work through the middle of the night, much too late to drop by her apartment.

Sabini had been giving him trouble and the two had fallen out yet again. He was harassing Alfie’s bookies and the two got into a heated argument over the matter. Racial slurs were tossed about and it ended with Ollie stopping his boss from whipping out a gun.

Now everyone was a target. Even Louise was given grunts or clipped one-word answers. It didn’t bother her so much as she knew the anger wasn’t directed at her. But it did bother her that he was distressed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finally, one hot summer afternoon, she had to intervene.

“Fucking hell…Lou? Louise!”

She looked up from her desk situated right outside Alfie’s office door. She stood and went in.

Alfie was sat in his leather chair, one hand braced against the desk, and the other grasped his cane tightly. A disgruntled look of pain etched into his face, his forehead wrinkling and brow furrowed.

“Help me up.” He said curtly.

Louise didn’t think it was wise to remind him of his manners. “Is it your hip?” She walked over to him. Cyril followed her, concerned about his master.

Alfie’s hip wasn’t reacting well to the stress. His lip was more prominent which made him more upset because he despised appearing weak. He only confided in Louise or Ollie about the pain. Louise wanted to tell him it was because he was either sat at his desk working endless hours or beating up anyone who got on his bad side. But saying that would only make him more upset. Stubbornness couldn’t be cured by reason.

“’Course it’s me fucking hip.” He replied gruffly.

“What do you need? I can get it for you.” She offered.

“I can get it, just help me up.”

“Alfie, you’re in pain. You should take it easy, I’ll-”

“I can fucking handle it!” He set off, slapping his palm on the desktop. Louise startled and Cyril whimpered, tucking his tail between his legs and cowering away.

Alfie groaned and slumped back in the chair. “M’sorry.” He ran a hand over his weary face. “Just don’t wanna be some useless git who can’t get around his own fucking office.”

“You’re been under too much stress.” She knelt down and rested her hands on his knees. “Maybe you should take a break.”

“No rest for the wicked, love.” He set his cane aside and tucked a finger under her chin.

“The bakery will be fine without you for a few days. You know Ollie can handle it.” She urged softly. “You need to trust that.”

“Can’t, Lou, there’s too much going on right now.” He grimaced. What he wouldn’t do to just snap Sabini’s spine.

“You need to get out of London.” She continued to persist. “You need clean air for a change. That’ll help your hip.” Her thumbs rubbed circles over his knees. “We won’t go far and they’ll be a phone so you can always check in with Ollie. You and I can spend time together.” It was an unfair tactic to convince him, baiting him with alone time, but it worked.

“Margate.”

“Hm?”

“Margate, s’on the water. ‘Bout a few hours drive.”

Louise smiled. “Should I go call for a rental cottage? Something by the beach?”

He coaxed her up off her knees. “Fucking perfect you are.” He murmured before kissing her. Already some of the stress began to trickle off his shoulders.

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“Oi! Put that down, you mutt!” Alfie shouted to Cyril who had gathered a large amount of kelp in his mouth. The bullmastiff romped around, the salty mess sticking to his face.

Louise and Alfie made the getaway to Margate. Ollie was stunned that she’d convinced the boss to stop working for a few days. But he didn’t question it. They planned to stay for the weekend in a little cottage. It was just the two of them and Cyril. They arrived early Friday evening and headed down to the beach after putting their things away in the cottage.

“Right, you’ll fucking get sick, not a problem of mine.”

Louise laughed softly. “Let him have his fun.” They watched the large dog lope about the empty beach. His big paws leaving prints in the wet sand. He seemed pleased to be in the wide-open space with brand new smells.

They were all happy to be there.

Louise wrapped an arm around Alfie’s and pressed close to his side. They stood in the dunes overlooking the gray ocean. The sun was setting and it was a little chilly by the water. London’s brutal heat seemed like a lifetime away.

“I want to die here,” Alfie said, punching his cane into the sand with emphasis. “Told myself, I wouldn’t die in France and I didn’t. Won’t fucking die in London either, it’ll be here.”

Louise believed a man like Alfie could pick the location of his death. But the conversation still made her uneasy at the idea. She didn’t want to think about him dying.

“No, no, ah you fucking git!” Alfie groaned as Cyril chased a seagull right into the waves. The dog splashed around joyfully, never having the chance to swim before. “He’ll smell fucking awful now.” He grimaced. “He innit sleeping in our room.”

Louise smiled and squeezed his arm. “I think he’s happy.” She could see the glint of amusement in Alfie’s eyes even if he didn’t want to let it out.

“Right, c’mon you mutt.” His arm slipped from hers and he limped further down the beach. “Cyril! Get over here, don’t know if you even can fucking swim.”

She couldn’t help but laugh as Cyril charged out of the water towards him. The soaking wet dog shook off the saltwater right next to Alfie. The man groaned and rolled his eyes. Cyril galloped up the dunes to Louise, panting and wagging his tail.

“Easy, easy!” Louise giggled and tried not to let him get her wet too. She knelt down and picked a few bits of seaweed off of his coat.

Alfie returned with a damp shirt from the dog’s frenzied shake.

“Why here?” She looked up from Cyril.

“Eh?”

“You said you wanted to die here.” She reminded him of their conversation moments before.

He nodded and grunted as he lowered himself to sit on the sand. “S’fucking beautiful, innit? Want to die somewhere beautiful, wouldn't you?”

Louise sat beside him, tucking her feet to the side and taking one of his hands between both of hers. “It’s got to be more than that.”

“Mhm, maybe.”

Getting Alfie to talk about his past was a careful task. It was like coaxing a beaten animal into an embrace. It took time and unbelievable patience.

“Did you come here when you were younger?” She surmised this was the case. She would always have a special niche in her heart for her childhood places.

He swallowed and looked out to the ocean. “Few times.” He finally admitted. “My mum took me here probably four, five times.” There was a clear softness in his voice when the woman came to mind.

“You haven’t told me about her.” Louise ran her thumb over his knuckles, gently pressing into the ridges of his calloused hand.

“She was from Russia.” He cleared his throat. The subject of his mother rarely came up simply because he didn’t have anyone to talk to about her. Someone he could trust with sensitive information. He only had three pictures of her and he prayed she would keep visiting his dreams. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, it brought him immense heartache when he woke and realized she was gone. But he wanted to keep the memory of her alive, the mental image he had which was far better than the grainy black and white photographs.

“She was Jewish?” Louise wanted Alfie to know she was responsive and sympathetic. She wanted him to feel safe as he let her sneak a peek into his fiercely guarded heart.

He nodded, his blue eyes still fixed on the horizon. “Were the reason she had to leave. They chased my whole family down. Slaughtering ‘em like they were animals. They got everyone ‘cept my mum, aunt, and father. Didn’t know my aunt, she didn’t make it to London. Was young when my dad died,

‘round six. My mum had my brother when I was four.”

“You have a brother?”

“Had a brother.” He nodded solemnly. “Lost him to the war. Wife was devastated, couldn’t handle my nephew so I took him in and put him to work.”

Her eyes lit up in surprise. “You raised a child? You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Not particularly. He was a teenager by that time, just lived with me for a bit 'til he went out on his own. Fucking terror that thing is, a boxer too.”

“Runs in the family, then?”

“Well, when you’ve faced opposition your whole life, you’re raised to fight everything and anything.” He rested back on his elbows, not bothered by the sand.

Louise’s chest tightened. She felt guilty that both her parents had raised her. Her family had never experienced tragedy like Alfie’s had. They’d been blessed and yet she rebelled and could never reconcile with her parents.

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Hell of a woman, me mum, did whatever it took to survive. Real small, outgrew her when I were fifteen at least. But she could pack a fucking wallop when she found out I got in trouble.” He chuckled. He could recall his tiny mother shouting at him in Russian when the police knocked on her door. Petty theft and harassing cops frequently got Alfie in trouble. His mother tried to set him on the right path but they were stuck in an immigrant, low-income community. The lure of crime was too great for a short-tempered teen like Alfie. His brother on the other hand usually kept in line.

“Is that where you get your strength from, then?” Louise giggled softly.

“Maybe.” He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Never stopped loving me though, no matter what I did. Called me her myshka.”

“What does that mean?” She rested her chin on his shoulder and smiled warmly.

“Erm…little mouse.” He admitted and his face went a little red. “Guess I was fucking small when I was born.”

“Cute.” She cooed and squeezed his arm.

He held up a hand. “No one else can know that, yeah?” He warned sheepishly. “Can’t have those fucking Shelbys using it to their advantage.

“I promise.” The smile faded though. “What happened to your mother?”

Hard lines formed on his face. “She died when I was in Somme.” He explained quietly. “Heart attack.”

“Oh, Alfie, I’m sorry.” She touched his cheek.

“Would’ve loved you though.” He finally looked over at Louise, not lingering on her sympathy. “Granted, you’re not Jewish but she was fucking desperate. Wanted me married with children ‘fore I was twenty-one.” He sighed and shook his head. “But, ‘course, she would like you for you. You even me out, yeah, keep me balanced.” His eyes gazed fondly at her. “Took me quite enough time to find you, ain’t wasting it.”

Louise smiled warmly and kissed his cheek. “We don’t have to waste any time.”

His heart skipped a beat and he nuzzled her cheek. She giggled softly as his beard tickled her. Her face scrunched up and she arched away from him.

“C’mon, you two.” Alfie heaved himself up and offered a hand to her. “Getting fucking cold, innit?”

Louise had barely even noticed the sun had almost fully dipped below the horizon. She was too fixated on Alfie. The sky had darkened into a royal violet color. Bright stars began to appear and blink dimly. The wind had begun to pick up and goosebumps pricked her arms.

She took his hand to stand up, brushing sand off her skirt. She linked arms with Alfie and they walked up the path to the rental cottage. Cyril trotted after them, panting happily.

“Gonna rinse the sand off him ‘fore he goes in,” Alfie said as they returned to the stone walkway. The cottage was overgrown with roses and ivy. It was fairly isolated along the coast of Margate; the nearest neighbor was about a five-minute walk down the dirt road. It was heavenly. The air was still and the peaceful sounds of crickets and the nearby ocean surf were like a lullaby.

Louise stood near the front door as Alfie led Cyril over to the water pump by the side of the cottage. She smiled slightly to herself as she felt the breeze kissed her face and the scent of sea salt tickled her nose. London’s smoke was just a wisp of a memory. She knew it would be extremely difficult to leave.

“As clean as he’s ever gonna get.” Alfie returned with Cyril. The bullmastiff happily greeted Louise again with a press of his cold nose to her hand. She stroked his head lovingly as Alfie unlocked the door and let them in.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a small dinner, Alfie helped Louise clean up the kitchen. It was something she had never experienced before. Daniel always disappeared once he was finished eating. It was surprising but she just smiled and thanked him afterward. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it like he was a child.

It was domestic though, and Louise realized she liked it. Often times, as a married woman, she would dread to return home after work. She resented Daniel’s lack of appreciation for all she did. But she could easily imagine how wonderful it would be to return home with Alfie. Have dinner with him each night, read in the parlor together, and then head to bed. It was simple but meant so much.

“You tired?”

Deep in her thoughts, Louise almost didn’t realize what he asked. “Oh, a bit.” She shrugged.

“Should call Ollie to check in. You can head to bed though, don’t need to stay up for me.” His ocean-colored eyes were tender on her.

She nodded but decided to alter the plan a little. When Alfie retreated to the small sunroom to call Ollie, she shut the bedroom door. It wasn’t like Louise was planning to be devious that trip. But she was looking to relieve Alfie’s stress. And she could recall the wise words of an old friend who knew her way around a man’s body.

“If a man’s stressed and angry it simply means he hasn’t had a good fuck.”

It’d been some time since Louise indulged in the sexual desires she had as a rebellious young woman. She’d lost that sense of freedom when she was married. But Alfie awoke that side of her. And the holiday to a secluded cottage seemed like the best time to act. It was soon, very soon, into their relationship. But he was no usual suitor and Louise was a little too drunk on the idea of him.

Louise stepped out of the bedroom, her bare feet padding against the cool wood floor. With a mix of excitement and apprehension bubbling in her stomach, she went to find Alfie.

His back was to her, sitting at a small desk by the glass of the sunroom’s walls. He spoke steadily with the phone in hand.

Louise came up behind him and looped her arms around him. He startled a bit but a hint of a smile formed when he sensed her against him. He continued speaking to Ollie, discussing any movements from Sabini.

A bit impatient, she started to trail kisses down his jawline and to his neck. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons on his shirt.

His voice hitched and he lost his train of thought. His chest tightened and he groaned quietly.

“Sir?” Ollie’s confused voice came from the other line.

“Call you tomorrow.” Alfie quickly hung up and stood. “Trying to seduce me while I’m on the phone?” He chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief as he took in her appearance. “Look at you, fucking tease, ain’t ya?”

Louise batted her eyelashes innocently. “Well, my boss gave me a raise, so I could go out and buy some nice things.” She spun around teasingly to show off the blush pink nightgown.

“Aw, that’s sweet, innit? You bought a present for me?” He smirked and grabbed her hips to pull her close. “Like red on you better though.” His voice was husky as his fingers trailed down her thigh. His hand fisted around the silky fabric of the nightgown.

“Well, I liked the pink.” She tilted her chin up to just barely graze her lips over his. “Doesn’t matter what color it is, you’re going to take it off anyway.”

Alfie’s pupils blew and he stifled a moan. “Where’d you learn to talk like that, posh girl?” He growled playfully.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” Her fingers knotted in his hair.

He chuckled breathlessly. “Fucking hell. Gotta say though, my religion don’t really take kindly to sex ‘fore marriage.” His voice was coy while she pressed against him.

“I think you’ve broken more than a few rules, Alfie.”

“Well, fuck, you’ve got me there.” He grinned and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Louise squealed softly at the sudden movement and kissed him deeply. Her feet locked together behind him as he walked to the bedroom.

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Fixing RWBY Volume 6

So, I decided to try my hand at rewriting RWBY. Though, I’m not gonna do the whole “rebuild it from the ground up” angle, but rather tackle one volume to try and have it tie its plot together a little better. In this case: Volume 6. As such, this isn’t “fixing” RWBY so much as tweaking it. So, for the most part, Volume 6 is mostly intact save for the scenes that were changed up.

The first thing we need to establish is the underlying theme. What is this Volume about? From the titles, it seems to imply that the story is about RWBY/JNR breaking away from Ozpin’s path and doing things their way, as most of their titles relate to this subplot. That said, the ending song, character short, and huge part of the climax have the theme of cutting out abuse from your life. Namely Adam.

So, we need to restructure the Volume based off a central theme of both subplots: how to grow past the teachings of your mentor. This can even tie in to the villains’ subplot. Now, it is worth noting that the increased focus on Adam throughout this tweak isn’t to “adambate”, but rather to add prominence to him in the same way Pyrrha was given prominence in Volume 3.

Let’s begin with…

Episode 1

This should pick up right where Volume 5 left off, with a brief montage of the fallout of the Fall of Haven (named such because despite the heroes’ best efforts, without the Headmaster, the Academy fell into disarray for a bit) followed by Mistralians welcoming the Menagerian Faunus with open arms. This is also where Qrow’s exposition comes in, though for a nice jab at the heart, when he mentions how Lionheart died a hero, it cuts to the little girl from Volume 5 (the one who asked “does he know where mommy is”) visiting her mother’s grave to show that something isn’t right with that story.

To further compound this, Sun brings up Lionheart’s betrayal before Blake cuts him off and reminds him of the consequences to the Faunus relationships should the truth of him conspiring with the villains slip out.

So we get the departure scene unedited, though with a scene where Blake tells Sun that, while she thanks him for his efforts, she realized in her separation from Yang that she has feelings for her rather than Sun. Sun, being Sun, is 110% cool with it and encourages her to go after Yang, though Blake mentions how it would be easier said than done given how she believes that she burned that bridge down when she ran.

Most of this episode remains unaltered save for the lamp exposition being done in this episode. The reason for all this exposition is to get them out of the way and to also mentally prepare people for what they expect to be another chat-heavy Volume, only to pull the rug from under them when the train suddenly gets attacked by Grimm. I feel like this might be a better way to poke fun at last Volume than have the characters lampshade it.

Obviously, Ozpin brings up that the Relic attracts Grimm, as that’s the very inciting incident that creates the lack of faith in Ozpin subplot, but Ozpin also brings up that the Relic’s attraction is faint. Jaune combines his Semblance with Ren and is about to cover the train when they hear screaming and a familiar laugh. JNR run to see what’s the matter. When the sound of fighting ensues, Blake is the first to investigate.

Blake goes out to see what’s going on and sees Adam tossing a civilian off the train and laughing about it. Naturally, she freaks out and cuts the connection of the train. She soon realizes what she had done (left JNR alone with Adam) and her fear and paranoia kick up into high gear, causing the Grimm to focus on RWBY’s train rather than JNR’s train.

This is where we see how, despite RWBY coming back together, they hardly are coordinated, especially with a panicking Blake and a twitchy Yang. We get to see this in contrast to JNR’s fight with Adam, where the group is in sync in handling Adam. I’m not gonna sugar-coat Adam’s power level. He’s weak sauce, plain and simple. The only reason he’s “strong” is his ability to gas-light people and trick them into getting angry. Given how Ren and Jaune both went through that ordeal, though, they handle Adam, though his Semblance does throw them off.

The only way they manage to get Adam off their back is Jaune realizing what his Semblance does and, in a scene that demonstrates his strategic mind, overpowers Adam’s Semblance to where his Moonslice pushes him away from the group and out of their sight for the time being, with the obvious note that, because he has a buffed Aura, he’d be able to survive. Just as JNR realize they’re stuck, they hear someone:

“Don’t fret, passengers. The glory of Atlas shall guide you to Argus!”

And we don’t see JNR until after the “Ozpin gets BTFO” Arc and the Apathy Arc.

The fight with the Sphinx and Manticore is the same with the aforementioned bumbling around, and we even see Weiss try to summon again before a Manticore pummels her, with Weiss just saying “screw it!” and using another of her Glyphs to pwn the Manticore.

Episode ends like usual.

Oh, and Ruby’s gift for Yang is explicitly shown to be the magazine she reads in the train because why show the bag if you’re not gonna reveal it.

Episode 2

This is kept the same, except the Cinder scenes are moved to its own episode.

Episode 3

This is kept the same, However, I will add in a detail that makes the God of Light much more benevolent (and nicer) than in the show. Namely, worshippers of the God of Light are the ones to try to talk to Salem about how death is natural and Salem only visits the God of Darkness. The God of Darkness agrees to revive Ozma, but she must do his version of bending the knee: take a dip into his pool. Doesn’t destroy her but instead make her an immortal lord of the Grimm.

God of Light comes in and goes “WTF!?” as the God of Darkness revives Ozma. This time, the battle between the two ends up destroying humanity (and broke the moon) save for Ozma and Salem. Ozma has no idea what happened and Salem kept mum on what happened. They settle down and have kids, but eventually Salem feels compelled to tell Ozma about what happened… and Ozma is devastated. And thus, he does the thing that causes Salem to forever despise him for the rest of his days:

He calmly walked to the pool of Light, left behind in the battle, and takes a swan dive into it, presumably killing him.

It doesn’t though, and instead makes him one with the God of Light, just as Salem became part of the God of Darkness. The God of Light laments in how the world he and his brother created was destroyed simply because humanity relied on them too much. And so, he asks Ozma to unify the world’s remnants, but he also gives him a stipulation: he must also gather the Relics and call upon the Gods when humanity is ready to be judged. If the humans learn to live with each other and not demand anything of the Gods, he will walk among them once again. If not, however aaaaand the world goes boom.

Ozma has his whole reincarnation thing where he finds out that Salem, in her grief, killed their kids and used the Grimm to attack Humanity 2.0, which are basically the Light Brother’s attempt to remake humanity, just that Aura and Semblance are his half-assed means to replicate his brother’s magic, with Dust being the remnants of the Dark Brother’s magic. There’s an implication she had a hand in making Faunus, but not in that “she made them” sort of way. Rather she caused some of them to have more violent features like fangs and stingers that caused humanity to fear them. This causes Blake to react with horror and anger at Salem.

While I was tempted to add a scene where Ozma has more to do with Salem’s fall from grace or give her a reason to hate him, like how the Maidens he gave magic to were Salem’s daughters, but I decided to keep his overall role the same and give the basic gist that he hates people finding out the truth behind his lies because it reminds him of what he did when he found out about what happened to his world. However, there is heavier emphasis on how he had led people to their demise against Salem. Namely how, when Ruby sees Ozpin’s many forms falling before Salem, she sees a flurry of Huntsmen… and a certain white-cloaked figure before it too scatters like a rose.

That and Oscar sees Pyrrha’s death and the whole Maiden thing that Ozpin did to her.

The other thing is that Ozma discovers Salem’s immortality because at one point he does kill her but she doesn’t die. Not because Jinn goes “lol, you can’t.” since I kinda want to make Jinn more benevolent like the God that made her and not somehow sowing the seeds of discord.

Episode 4

Same episode, but now Ruby’s pissed at Ozpin as well. Not enough to punch Oscar or even berate him, but enough to say “good riddance” or “coward” when Ozpin retreats.

The bit with Salem is still kept in but we actually get that scene where Salem wanted to have a word with Tyrian back in Volume 5 (remember that, V5?!). She explains to Tyrian that Qrow is still alive despite his efforts and he breaks down, apologizing to her and even offering to kill himself for her approval and how the only reason she didn’t let him is because he’s still of use to him. This is contrasted with Emerald’s fear of Salem when she talks with her about Cinder’s failure. This basically serves to show the full extent of just what Ozpin could have been but also show how Ozpin isn’t like Salem.

Episode 5

So, this is where a little bit of a change comes in. As the group stay at the Brunswick Farm and they settle for the night, every one of the characters gets an introspective of their developing apathy. In order:

Oscar is worried about being regarded as Ozpin and is even worried about how Jaune would react.

Qrow is depressed over Ozpin’s machinations and, as the episode ends, finds a stash of liquor.

Blake begins to berate herself about Adam and explains the reason of why she let Adam run (namely because of his whole “get inside your head” tactic she mentioned in the finale) to Yang.

Yang, much to Blake’s dismay, doesn’t blame her, but she doesn’t also forgive her either. Instead, she’s caught up in the thought of calling Ozpin out for omitting information about the Relic, only for herself to have omitted information about the Maiden. In short, she also feels guilty about what happened.

Weiss is upset about having to return to Atlas and is visibly shook over her near-death experience and how she was ultimately the one to blame for putting her guard down. Incidentally, she’s the only one who doesn’t feel tired, but that’s only because she’s mindlessly practicing the same fencing moves over and over until her body tires out for her.

Ruby’s the only person who is outright concerned about Salem’s immortality and how no one can beat her. Not just because Yang’s edgelord of a mom was correct, but how her own mother died and proved that statement. She talks to the only person who isn’t affected by the Apathy, Maria, that she just wants to bring the lamp to Atlas, go back home, and never go out again.

Maria eavesdrop to every bit of this, but gives Ruby the advice she needs to move on: “What do you think your mother would do if she knew the truth?” and we end with Maria asking Ruby: “My glasses are no good, but… what color are your eyes?”

Episode 6

Episode mostly remains the same, though with the explicit notion that the Apathy only fed on the negative emotions the group felt and didn’t amplify the doubts they had, thus they don’t go “lol, it was all the Apathy’s fault we were like that”. Probably also either drop hints about this being Adam’s place from when he was a slave there (even have Weiss notice a branding iron with the SDC logo on it and frowning to show foreshadowing) or it being Roman’s home (and it’s Ruby who feels upset with this revelation).

It’s also in this episode that we get a little exposition on the Silver Eyes (the whole “they only work on Grimm” thing and the fact that the Light Brother made them) and this causes Ruby to quickly utilize it when the Apathy attack them. Blake decides to try and sacrifice herself to atone for what she did to Yang, but Ruby’s eyes go off and you know the rest.

Episode 7

This is entirely Cinder’s episode, where she gets out of the Vault and gets the help of the Spiders. However, there’s a heavier emphasis that it’s Adam that was trailing RWBY the whole time and not misleading us by implying it was Hazel.

This also leads to the whole Neo fight and the whole “I was ordered by Salem not to kill Ruby” thing, but Neo gives a jab by implying “why didn’t you kill Ruby when you had the chance?”, as she had heard about the Fall of Haven and Cinder’s role in it, to which Cinder just meekly answers with “well I was going to.”

Basically, rather than sprinkle the Cinder scenes across the volume, condense them into one. We end on Adam recovering from his fall and tracking down RWBY, finding the house and scornfully growling before he kills a stray Apathy.

Episode 7

Basically the same, but heavier emphasis that Tock’s employer was Salem and that she has a connection to Tyrian.

Episode 8 & 9

Keep this relatively the same, but have Cordovin explain why she doesn’t let Weiss’s friends through. “Let’s see, we have an angry girl who attacked someone without their aura on live television, a drunken waste of energy who attacked an Atleasian general in front of a crowd, the team whose member utterly destroyed our masterpiece Huntress-in-training (cue a frown from Ruby and a scornful look from Jaune), and, of course, the Faunus.” She doesn’t even add any details, she just says “the faunus” for Blake. Weiss gets upset and that’s when she goes “we’re done here.”

Now, here’s where this gets the most change, because in all honesty, that whole “Oscar’s missing” thing was stupid cliff-hanger baiting. So, here’s how the change begins.

Jaune calls out Oscar like he did, but adds in one final hook: “Did Pyrrha know about this before you killed her!?” in the same venom that Hazel had. Ruby stops Jaune and tells her that Cinder killed Pyrrha. Jaune tosses Oscar aside and leaves in a huff. Ren and Nora are understandably pissed as well (please let them have more dialogue to address that Pyrrha was also their loss, RT) and it’s agreed that everyone needs to have some space, especially with what had happened at the farm.

And so, slowly and surely, we have our group split up to comfort each other. In order:

Oscar approaches Weiss and tells her about how he wants to help the team and atone for how Ozpin inadvertently hurt JNPR, feeling as though, if he is to become him, he might as well lay the groundwork for a better Ozpin. This naturally gets Weiss inspired to go clothes shopping with him, especially since they’re going to Atlas and if it was cold back there, it’s gonna get colder where they’re going.

Blake talks with Ren and Nora and talks about her experience with Adam. Ren is annoyed when she starts wallowing about him and asks her to get to the point. She mentions how Adam mentored her much like how Ozpin mentored them, but the difference was that Ozpin genuinely cared for them whereas Adam manipulated her. She comes clean about her past at the White Fang to them and expresses a small bit of regret in not letting Ozpin know about them, but that they need to keep moving forward for Pyrrha’s sake. It’d be a bit too cynical for Ren to go “we haven’t heard that one before”, but if we’re going in the tradition of lampshading Volume 5… I dunno, maybe a lighter version of that where it doesn’t sound condescending?

Yang goes out drinking with Qrow to confirm she’s old enough to drink. She hardly is able to talk to Qrow though because every time she does, she worries about slipping up and talking about how she hid the fact that Raven was the Maiden, only for Qrow to mumble out nonsense that ends up implying that he does know about that and knows Yang kept it a secret, but that in the grand scheme of things, there was nothing they could have done now that she’s who knows where. Though this further guilt trips Yang because she believes now that, had she not yelled at Raven and convinced her to leave the Relic back in the vault and closed it, they wouldn’t be in this mess.

Lastly, Ruby talks with Jaune in a scene that mirrors the whole Weiss/Yang scene in Volume 5 with a heavy dose of the Oscar/Ruby scene from the same Volume. Though now, with this line:

“I saw my mom die when Jinn told us the truth. She died the same way Pyrrha did. But she didn’t throw her life away. She fought and despite knowing she couldn’t win, she did it to protect the ones she loves. And I’m certain Pyrrha did the exact same thing.”

Jaune is moved by this and instantly thinks of how to get into Atlas.

Smash cut to a sobered up Qrow (with Yang there, she was able to get him sober before they returned) telling him it’s a stupid plan. Jaune explains the plan in the briefest detail he can and Ruby vouches for him. Basically, what happened at the end, but instead of “we didn’t need an adult to save us” it’s more “we tried the adult way back at Haven and all that did was make us fish in a barrel for Salem. Now, we try it our way.”, hinting to the finale’s title.

Emerald and Mercury have their thing, but at the end, they sneak out with Tyrian and Watts after the former tells them to do what makes them happy (they lampshade how odd it is coming from the crazy man), but the stinger of this volume shows they, on route, saw the Grimm be made with wings.

The Final Quarter

So, the heist goes like before, but with Cinder and Neo getting involved. Not by much, but they mostly just sneak in their airship by using Cordovin’s fight with Ruby as a distraction for them to slip by. We can even have the guys at Argus warn Cordovin about it only for her to brush it off.

The fight doesn’t change by much, but one should change it so that Ruby and the group are reluctant to destroy the mech because of Jaune bringing up how it’s used to protect Argus from big Grimm.

The big scene that changes, though, is Adam’s fight with Blake. It begins with Blake telling Yang that she’ll go to the tower alone, but Yang knows better. They both know Adam is following them and that Blake is aware that Adam is waiting for the right moment for him to strike. Now, this can go one of two ways. The Bumblebee route where they plan out the entire fight (right down to Yang feigning a panic attack in “Seeing Red”) or the Feels Route where the following happens:

Blake wants to atone for her misdeeds and she sees this as the best way to do it, telling Yang to go with Ruby and the others. Yang doesn’t have any of it, but as she grabs her, she notices it’s a shadow.

Blake confronts Adam without being scared. They both know that only one person will come out of this alive. And so, they fight.

As they do, flashbacks of Adam’s past comes to light, emphasising who he was prior to the character short: a scared slave who was purchased by Brunswick from shady Schnee Dust Corporation members whose pain (remember, they had the branding iron) attracted Grimm and prompted Brunswick to bring in the Apathy. From there, he joined the White Fang and made it his mission to oppose humanity for their crimes and we see his slow and gradual fall from grace to the madman that we know him today.

Adam’s reason for hating Blake is simple. She ruined everything. As soon as she ran during the train heist back in the Black Trailer, Adam was caught by the police (as Blake stole the part of the train that kept going) and were it not for Banesaw, he would have been arrested. At first, he wanted to leave Blake for dead, but as soon as he saw her being friends with not just humans, but a Schnee, he was furious and Cinder enabled him to want to destroy everything Blake loved.

Let me repeat this for clarity: Adam was always a manipulative gas-lighter. It’s that Cinder encouraged him to do the whole “I will destroy everything you love” thing.

Yang comes in and… Okay, I’m gonna address an elephant in the room.

Yang’s PTSD is a subject of controversy. You have Unicorn of War showing a person’s thoughts on how Yang’s PTSD is properly portrayed and then you have MuffinManDan making fun at how it wasn’t portrayed. Really, her scene can go either way, but in the spirit of what Adam’s true strength is, here’s how I imagine the rematch.

Yang fights Adam like how it happens, but you can see that Yang is acting purely on adrenaline. Adam notices this and starts to take advantage of it, taunting her about the events at Beacon. Yang begins to panic and Adam’s true strength, his gas-lighting, shines. For a good chunk of the fight, it looks like Adam has the upper hand, continually guilt tripping Yang and Blake and mocking their determination to protect each other.

“You humans are all the same! Nothing but squabbling idiots who are quick and easy to anger!” Adam lands the final blow on Yang…

CLANG!

“Yeah…” Yang used her hand to catch his sword. “Like you.” And her eyes flash red.

It turns out Yang had seen Adam for who he truly is and had no reason to fear him. Her freaking out was her fighting fire with fire and pretending to be afraid. She then lays into Adam and blows his every statement back with each hit. So basically, this is where that whole “she promised to stay by my side, too” “you mean the person she thought she promised?” “WHAT DOES SHE SEE IN YOU!?” exchange come in.

And then Adam is killed. He gets a bit of a better send off than what he got, but not by much. Basically, as he dies, we get a flashback to Adam and Blake working together for the first time and having a genuine scene where Blake bonds with him, as though to illustrate that, had Adam let go of his spite for humanity, he would have had a better life. Adam falls on the ground and dies. Blake breaks down, but Yang reassures her that it’s over and we get Bumblebee confirmed. No, they don’t kiss because kissing over a corpse is goddamned creepy and Bumblebee deserves better than reminding the audience about the Lannisters.

The Leviathan comes, along with the Grimm, but this time we get a bigger emphasis of Ruby realizing she fucked up as we see the Grimm attack civilians and even the Cotta-Arcs getting menaced by a Grimm (though not killed), though Jaune takes part of the blame as he’s the one who suggested it and even strategized how to disable the mech.

However, Ruby, in her culmination of her character arc, decides to do something about it rather than wait for someone else to help her. She has Weiss summon the Queen Lancer and fly off to confront the Leviathan. There, she tries to use Silver Eyes, but the doubts in her head cause the Grimm to nearly eat her had it not been for Jinn stopping time. Remember, in this rewrite, she’s pretty nice and not tearing the team apart with two words.

So Ruby gathers the courage to Silver Eyes the Grimm, Cordovin saves Ruby and the heroes head to Atlas, Bees buzzing with delight as we hype up Weiss’s inevitable reunion with her father and we get a scene where Tyrian rallys some Faunus who are in Mantle, telling them that “our Queen has proclaimed change. Atlas will fall!”

DVD Exclusive Episode Because $$$

This is basically expanding on the stinger that last Volume had, where Raven laments about the past life choices and we finally have that STRQ flashback episode we’ve been wanting, though it’s mostly Raven’s POV so we don’t get any juicy stuff aside from how she left Ozpin and became the Spring Maiden. This is probably the only wish fulfilment I would want out of this entire rewrite. Think of it as the “beach episode” of RWBY.

It ends with Taiyang asking Raven what she’ll do now that she’s realized what a coward she is. Cut to black, see you next Volume.

And that’s how I would tweak Volume 6. Not much except by the end, and even then, I tried to keep most of the scenes intact but reworked the context and made it more worthwhile. Unfortunately I doubt I was able to work in the theme I wanted to do at the beginning, but that’s basically the rough sketch I have for this tweak.

#Rewrite #RWBY #RWDE #RWBY Rewrite

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Ridikulus Pt 18

Classes again had let out and in the delivery of another note, this time from Elrond via Lindir’s aid in dictation, to join the Lords for tea in Rivendell once your classes were through. Partially to aid in granting Celeborn another excuse to claim more time with his little girl between now and when her nursery would be complete.

The outer dining courtyard was already set up for tea when you arrived with the main garden surrounding it filling with small bunnies and lambs little Teddy squirmed to get a better look at. With a soft grin you let him down to crawl over to the first curious bunny and took your seat while a group of Elven servants held watch over the curious toddler giggling as he played with the creatures. Behind him Em hurried and smiled seeing Estel hurry from his seat to join her hoping to learn another game. Across from you Thranduil sat beside Elrond while Celeborn sat across from Glorfindel, who scooted closer to you, making more room for the twins between him and Thranduil, both smirking at their competing gazes and hopes for your attention.

Wetting his lips through adding sugar to his tea Thranduil looked you over stealing another glance at your scar, and asked you the question they had been wondering since your relatives’ brief recap on the war upon their arrival at Rivendell overly vague concerning your part in it. “Miss Black, I am curious, this war of yours, how exactly did you get drawn into it? Your Father was not overly specific on how it began either.”

The uneasiness in Elrond’s shifting in his seat in an understanding glance at you after his sharing in confidence with your Father after another of his bouts of terror filled nights surrounding your Mother’s birthday was silenced at your weak smile at him through accepting your cup of tea you set before you. “Well, it’s a bit of a winding story that will likely sour the mood of the tea.”

Thranduil’s chin tilted slightly before his determined gaze met yours to say, “I doubt your tale could be worse than those we have heard of our own wars.”

To which you nodded and wet your lips brushing your bangs behind your ear exposing most of your scar drawing the King’s eye again straight to it wondering how you received such a wound you seemed unashamed of at its revelation. “I’ll start here, the closest descendant from my Ancestor Salazar Slytherin were the Gaunts.”

He nodded, “The name on your vault of gold.”

You nodded, “Yes, Morfin and Merope were the youngest. Merope fell in love with a Muggle, Tom Riddle, and after her sheltered life with her Father and Brother she didn’t want to chance it, used a love potion on him. For a time she believed his love was genuine, and when she found out she was pregnant she stopped giving it to him. Needless to say he ran off and she died shortly after giving birth to my Uncle, Tom Riddle Jr.”

The King nodded again memorizing the details. “While he was raised in a Muggle orphanage his Uncle Morfin took a wife, Suzsienne as I’ve told you, and they eloped and had my Mother. But Riddle found his father’s family and upon being refused acceptance into their family he killed all of them and lamed the murders on Morfin and killed him. Suzienne, she died in labor and my Mother was sent to the same orphanage decades later, where she was adopted by the Evans family, who had two daughters already, Petunia and Lily.

When Riddle graduated from school he was refused Defense Against the Dark Arts position and then promptly jinxed it so none could hold it longer than a year. Through the years after that he began gaining followers, quietly plotting. For roughly fifty years he and his followers, as the Death Eaters, began attacking Muggles and their protectors and allies.”

Making the King set down his tea cup when he watched your eyes grow cold at the emotionless retelling as your inner wall slammed up again having to share this yet again, “In my Parents’ final year in Hogwarts I was born. Not long after my Aunt Lily was pregnant with my Cousin Harry. Through this a Seer had a vision Riddle sought out about a child that would bring about his end. He’d already hidden his Horcruxs ensuring his immortality but he didn’t want to chance it, so he took the snippet of the prophecy from a follower of his that overheard it and went after my Aunt when he assumed the child was Harry. My Father sent Mum and I into hiding along with them, but one of the secret keepers betrayed our location.”

With parted lips the group shifted in their seats as you continued stoically, “When I was three he found us. Managed to uncover that Mum was his Cousin and gave her a chance to join him. When she refused, he began to torture her for hours until she died trying to find out where my Uncle, Aunt and Harry were.” The revelation making the men clench their fists on their laps and into their sleeves to remain calm and not reach out to comfort you through sharing the devastating truth.

Hastily Elrond asked, not having heard these details at your Father’s vague explanation of your Mother’s death, “He left you alone?”

“Peter, the man that betrayed us spotted me after a hint from my Mum about her having hidden me in a cupboard he enchanted so I couldn’t be heard.”

Arwen, “You saw it?”

“All of it. Through the crack in the panels. And the spell only muffled what I said, he forgot to soundproof it, so I wouldn’t hear her screaming.” Making their lips part, “All I remember was crying and suddenly finding myself in my Aunt Lily’s house. They quieted me down and decided not to leave the house for anything, but they didn’t know Peter had already told them where they were. Not long after my Uncle blasted through the door and killed them and tried to kill me and Harry.”

Twins, “Tried?”

You wet your lips again, “You can only use the killing curse on one person at a time. I shifted into a cat and moved in front of Harry in the crib. Riddle’s soul was already so unstable after forming his horcruxs his body was destroyed. The curse was how I got my scar, if you were wondering.” You said showing them the full swirl filled white scar coating the full left side of your face except for your nose and only a third of your forehead.

“Flash forward over the next 18 years where I hunted down the horcruxs along with the twins and my Uncle Regulus while gaining Riddle’s confidence as his niece becoming his Second in Command, even in aiding Peter’s finding a spell to grant Riddle a new body to return in. I passed on his planned attacks to the Aurors and hid the targets we swapped with doubles whenever possible.”

Glorfindel shifted a bit closer to you to ask, “Why join him? Why not fight against him?”

Your eyes shifted to meet his, “Because for eleven years Harry was the Boy Who Lived where I was hidden away and dubbed the Girl Who Died protecting him. Riddle, the moment it was revealed I was alive sent followers to speak with me. He sought me out and I had a choice. My family was already viewed as tilted more to the despicable side of the scale and I used it to my advantage. After all, why would I betray him, I am after all a Black, from a long line of very loyal Wizards. My Mother was deemed a fool tainted by being raised by Muggles, something I wasn’t party to, there was no reason to question me, or to hide his ambitions from the child he was grooming to take his place.”

Glorfindel, “It was that simple? He never doubted you?”

You met his eyes releasing a weak chuckle, “This, does nothing to add to my trustworthiness I assume, but he wanted a family more than anything. Because children born of love potions can’t feel love. I shared his blood and used it to our advantage.”

Thranduil, “What of your advantage?”

You shifted your eyes to meet his, “My life hasn’t been about me since I watched my Mother die.” Making him swallow dryly, “It has been one giant chess game with the hopeful end result of him dead and my allies alive.”

Legolas, “What about you?”

“From the minute I learned my scar marked me as one of his Horcruxs I knew I had to die to destroy the piece of his soul trapped in it, same as my cousin Harry.”

Celeborn, “You willingly chased death? At so young an age?”

You couldn’t help but smirk in the sinking of your gaze, “What’s one life in exchange for millions. I had three years of bliss and safety, that was enough for me. When I was sent to Azkaban I discovered the Dementors, who speak Draconic, could sense the Horcrux and wanted to help me feeling the pain it was causing me to carry it. I asked them for help and they sucked it out of me. A few years later Riddle possessed one of our Professors and in trying to save the Professor Riddle cast a second Killing Curse at me. I died, and then moments later I was back again. I still don’t understand it, but it happened. The Professor died, I couldn’t save him and Riddle’s soul was set into a holding dummy Peter took away until the time was right.

A few years after that when I was in the Triwizard Tournament Peter finalized the potion to bring Riddle back into his new body. And I promised to arrive to be tested for entrance into the Death Eaters. Over the summer when school had let out, the test to become a Death Eater is to be strapped to a table,” Hearts dropped instantly hearing that through your cold gaze locked on your teacup in the darkening of your roots, “Two weeks later I was allowed to go home with Regulus, and he never questioned me after that. The Death Eaters the others broke out of Azkaban did, but none more than my aunt Bellatrix, who was his second back when Mum was alive after she was freed. Even became his lover and had his child, completely abandoning her husband to try and sway him away from me. She could see how much I hated her for her torturing Neville’s parents, essentially orphaning him as a baby by the curses she left on them.

But, the worst thing was, I freed myself in Azkaban from his Horcrux, and on that table, he made me one again.” A tear snuck down your cheek making a hand from Thranduil and Glorfindel rise to cover their mouths to keep silent. “Years I played both sides. Did my part and planned it all up to the big battle at Hogwarts. There was this organization, called R, I told Riddle I had a dream they were heading to the school and asked him to save me. I called the Aurors and all our allies and Alastor helped to lure R to the school so it wouldn’t be obvious.

It didn’t last very long. Only, Bellatrix, she was ordered to stay behind, to take care of her 19 day old daughter. And she refused and attacked Neville knowing it would draw me after her. She thought, most likely when Riddle would see me attacking her he might switch sides, but I fought her, and I faked that she was winning. That I felt her curses, and I just had to whisper to Riddle and he fired a Killing curse, that I threw myself in front of.” Mouths dropped open then clamped shut at your sharp inhale and wipe away of a second tear, “Then I died,” They watched as your oddly pleased smile settled, “And I saw my Mum waiting for me in the crossroads, and she told me to go back, that we weren’t done fighting yet and my Father still needed me. And I woke up after Riddle had killed Bellatrix and I killed him when he tried to kill Neville for speaking up.”

On your right you watched Teddy hugging one of the lambs while another nudged him with its face while Em and Estel giggled through a game of tag through Arwen’s asking, “You are happier now?”

You nodded meeting her eye with another soft smile, “Starting to be. I get to be simply a Professor and Quidditch player finally. No need to be the double agent anymore.”

A shrill cry came from Teddy halting the tag game for a moment bringing you to your feet to go and pick him up after his head butting with the lamb stirred the interest of a nearby goat taking the game a bit too seriously. With parted lips through steadying breaths and stolen glances at one another silently confirming their shared pain at sensing how much pain you had endured much greater now.

Silently they watched as you knelt beside Teddy tilting his head back revealing a knot and a small cut triggering your shift into your white and blue Pheonix form. A single tear dropped from your eye shrinking the knot and healed the cut before you shifted back again and leaned down with a smile as your hair shifted to a bright shimmering gold matching his through his giggle at the goat brushing its snout against his cheek sweetly in apology. “See, all better.” You kissed his cheek then smirked as he bumped his head with the goat again making the twins giggle, “Of course, right back to the painful game. True Black spirit.” Kissing his cheek again before you stood and walked to the table leaving him to play through a smiling glance at Em and Estel beginning their game again.

Thranduil eyed Teddy as your hair shifted back to its silvery blue shade, asking, “You aren’t going to pull him away?”

You shook your head taking your seat again. “No, he’s bound to do as many stubborn things as he can manage as he grows. Our family way. He’ll learn to choose the least painful option eventually.”

His lips parted at your lax approach as Elrond chuckled motioning his hand at the twins while you claimed a sip of your cold tea you silently heated up with a mental spell before your next sip, “These two managed quite a supply of nicks and bruises in their mischief growing up.”

You smirked and glanced at Teddy now petting a bunny laying across his lap as the lambs and goat were called away by their Mothers through Legolas stating, “I remember quite a number of falls from trees myself Ada. Our young aren’t so invulnerable to injury.”

Taking another sip of your drink you caught Glorfindel’s eyes shifting over your hair as Arwen asked, “Is blue his natural hair color?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s chestnut like his Mother’s. He just has a difficult time controlling his shifting just yet. It’s set on instinct and mirroring others of interest.”

Glorfindel, “And yours?”

“Black.”

Twins, “Why silvery blue?”

You let out a giggle, “My Cousin’s was purple. Bit of a teen thing, if we weren’t going to have normal lives we would still steal a chance to rebel in the normal fashion and wear our hair in outrageous colors.” Making the Twins chuckle in return.

The entrance of a small thrush drew the King’s eye and hand to rise allowing it a place to land so he could claim the message that earned a sigh from him before he stated, “My Council has finished the designs on the palace courtyard we’re to rebuild in the Southern Kingdom.” His eyes met yours to say, “We shall have to reschedule another tea I’m afraid.”

You nodded and flinched out a quick smile, “Oh, and let me know if you do decide on that hat of yours.”

He nodded with a hint of a smirk across his lips, “Of course. If you’ll excuse me.” He stood and promptly led Legolas and Tauriel back to the waiting archway taking them back again to Northern Greenwood. Not long after you turned to catch Teddy curling up around a bunny as it neared his nap time. Beside you Kreacher popped up claiming care over his nap and walked over to collect him insisting you remain in place enjoying your tea. He popped away as Elrond and the others were ‘called away’ as well after stealing knowing glances between you two, leaving only Glorfindel who lowered his now empty tea cup a servant arrived to clear away along with the rest once you had finished yours.

Meeting his eye you asked, “Nothing calling you away?”

He shook his head, “No. I am off guard duties until tonight.”

“You’re a guard? We haven’t talked about your job before.”

He wet his lips, “Yes and no. We all take our turns on guard. Mainly I train the younger forces on swordsmanship.” His eyes looked you over curiously, “If you wished to learn I could teach you as well.”

Making you giggle softly, “The Durins have given me lessons on the basics. Though I doubt me learning how to wield a sword to your standards will increase confidence in me for some.”

With a hint of a smile he replied, “Still, if you find yourself, interested, in learning I would teach you.”

The momentary pause and playful flicker in his eyes hinted, at least in your mind, of some withheld attraction he was hinting at leaving you a playful test to see if he truly wished to remain in your company. “You’ve lived here a long time?”

He nodded, “Yes, since its founding in the Second Age.”

Curiously he eyed your face wondering what you were trying to ask, “I’ve heard there’s quite a number of waterfalls. Dad says they’re quite beautiful. I’ve never seen any myself past pictures, only Lord Elrond mentioned there’s a few winding paths we’d have gotten lost on when I first asked about them.”

Instantly his eyes lit up at your offer for more time alone and he stated, “I would gladly show you if you wished.”

As you stood he did as well, stepping around his bench seat with his hand extended motioning you first round the table to the path leading out across a small stream feeding the garden. At your side he led you through the garden and out to the first of a few winding paths. In the silence you peered over at him catching his eyes in his own glance at you as you asked, “It certainly seems peaceful here.”

With a nod he replied, “It is.”

“Not a lot of parties then? I can’t imagine it gets too out of control around here.”

“We have monthly celebrations, nothing as lavish as Greenwood puts on. I am certain Lord Elrond would invite you and your kin this time.” After a glance forward to guide you to your right for a turn then asked, “Are your birthday celebrations quite lavish? We did hear mention of it through Lindir.”

You let out a weak giggle, “It’s not a celebration. We have a dinner, it’s Fred and George’s birthday as well, April First. For as much love as Molly and Arthur have for their Children gold was a bit thin when we grew up, so birthday dinners may sound simple but have always been perfect.” Making a flicker of a smile flash on his face, “Then tradition always pops up.”

“Tradition?”

You nodded, “Dad always insists on a moonlight dance, a waltz, Black family tradition. Dance under the stars to celebrate another year under the moonlight.”

With an awed glance he asked, “Your clan truly prizes star and moonlight?” He had heard this from your father but had wished to have it confirmed by you as well.

You nodded and reached back showing him your tattoo for your Father his eyes traced over seeing the glimmering spots for the stars in the still dog silhouette etched into your skin, “All through my family line we’ve had a magnetic pull of our kin recorded all the way to the first. Claiming his children and he were bound by stardust. So we’ve been named after stars, constellations and planets. We get marks for our kin that react when we’re close to them. It’s how I found Rivendell so easily.”

Glorfindel asked more in awe than inquisition, “That is why you’re named after Pluto?”

You let out a weak giggle, “Dad always loved it, Mum wanted my name to go against tradition but Dad insisted and it was slipped in as another middle name.”

“Your Mother didn’t like the traditions of your clan?”

“Dad never really like it. But he ended up holding to them anyways simply out of habit. We had a whole mansion filled with instruments and books on countless languages most can’t even name. Centuries of knowledge forgotten we carry on teaching. It is a bit daunting thinking back on it but most did come in handy through the past years.”

He nodded, “It seems our parents’ teachings have a way of making sense eventually. Even the more ridiculous ones.” Wetting your lips you looked to the path, but not quick enough to miss your boot slipping from the even path into a dip in the road making you grip his arm stirring a stunned smirk onto his face as you caught yourself and kept walking. Carefully he eased his hand onto yours and curled it around his bicep, stating, “There are a few more dips ahead.”

With a smirk you glanced up at him as his hand settled on yours, “Careful you almost smiled.” He peered down at you with a curious glint in his eyes through a soft expression, “All the Elves I’ve seen are all so stoic. The Elf Guards might come steal you away if you’re found smiling from my bad influence.”

With a weak chuckle he replied, “You are far from a bad influence.”

Leaning against his side you glanced up at him, “Why are Elves so stoic? Is it one of those emotions are weakness beliefs?”

He shook his head, “No. We simply keep ourselves stoic in public. We are quite affectionate when we are among our loved ones.” He glanced at you again, “I understand your kin are easier with your attachments, such a simple courting system, where ours takes centuries sometimes to find our Ones. Even leaving some broken hearted for seeming lack of interest or inability to provide a suitable financial offer for unions.”

“Did Dad tell you about it?”

“Ronald did have to share the details when he began courting Tuli. Though he did get a bit confused on how to word it so we could understand the interest in having so many romantic partners, but I suppose when it is taken into account your kin have a harder time locating your Ones it does make sense to ‘follow your heart’, as he put it.” He shifted his fingers over your hand in a gentle nudge to help you avoid another dip in the road, “Have you had many partners?”

You shook your head, “Just two, well, first was Charlie, but that was for barely under two years before he graduated and moved to Romania, we were still quite young. And a couple months we tried again but I ended it, but that was around when Riddle died. Plus with the whole horcrux hunting thing it doesn’t exactly give much to my appeal. Though in my Triwizard year there was a boy named Sebastian. He was from Durmstrang visiting to compete. Only lasted, five, six months, but it never got too serious, he found someone else when he went back home. You? I heard you’ve died too. First time round perhaps, huge family out somewhere?”

With something close to a disbelieving glance at you for your assumption he responded, “No. No partners for me. Even in my former life. Our wars had just erupted, I was a bit distracted.”

“Was it painful?” He glanced at you again, “Ron mentioned something about a Balrog.”

“Oh. I got dragged into a chasm by my hair. I never felt a thing, I just remember falling, my eyes closed and then they opened again and I was in the Halls of Mandos.”

You nodded, “I remember a flash of green from mine. Hurt something awful when I woke up again. I assumed it would hurt more. Just like falling asleep.”

“Green?”

You nodded, “The Killing Curse, sends out a flash of green from their wands.”

“Ah.”

“Do you miss Valinor?”

“I miss my friends who have sailed and fallen. But occasionally Elves are sent back again like I was. And there is no telling how your arrival will shape our world. The Valar may just reshape the bridge between our worlds and allow our kin back again.”

Looking forward again at the sound of rushing water growing louder at your next turn, “I’m certain it would grant more than a few the chance to be together again. Help some star crossed lovers gain their chance at romance.”

In another glance at you he watched your awed gasp at the set of waterfalls casting a trio of crossing rainbows over the crevice between them feeding into the center of Rivendell. “It’s so beautiful.” You mumbled under your breath. “How can you not spend all day up here looking at all of these wondrous things?”

Without taking his eyes off you he stated, “There are far more wondrous things to look at now.”

In a curious glance up at him to ask what else could be more wondrous than this you saw his adoring gaze down at you making your lips part, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Gently his hand moved from over yours to brush your bangs behind your ear after a breeze had blown them over our face as they shifted to a sea foam green through your soft blush bringing a smile slowly onto his face. In a ghosting of his fingers along the edge of your ear he asked, “I am a bit uncertain of how to request the beginning of a courtship for your kin. Ronald was a bit confusing. He did mention simply requesting a kiss.” His eyes sank to your lips for a moment before he asked, “Would I, that is, would you allow me to kiss you?”

Under his clear blue shimmering awed hopeful gaze at you all you could utter was a simple, “Yes.” Before you could blink he’d leaned in, cupping your cheek tenderly. A gentle tap of his lips to yours melted into a firmer retaliatory kiss after your lean into it. For a few silent moments between you even the roar of the waterfalls had vanished as your hands shifted to his middle and his free hand rested on your elbow, not wishing to place his hands improperly.

On your right a quick pop was followed by a flash making your lips break apart and you two to look at Fred and George popping up holding a camera that spit out a copy of the picture they smirked while shaking it making a copy for you both Fred offered to Glorfindel. In unison they said, “Cozy spot.”

George, “Just came to share Mum’s breaking out her pork loin recipe, the candidate’s Banquet. We all have to pitch in for Remus and our new Council.”

Fred grinned pocketing the picture, “So wear the finest. Best impressions and all that.”

George smirked saying, “We’ll tell Mum you’ll have a guest.”

“As you were.” They looked between you and chuckled before apparating away.

For a moment your lips parted then shut as he smiled inspecting the precious moment trapped in the image forever, then asked, “This portrait, it keeps going?”

You nodded and met his eye when he glanced up at you again, “Yes.”

Wetting his lips he asked, “Did you want to keep it?” He offered it to you. Carefully you accepted it and gave it a shake mentally uttering a copying spell making a double then passed him the original he shifted to compare to yours with an awed smile. Tilting his head to meet your eyes again he paused wordless with a heated gaze only meaning he wished for another kiss his mind left him baffled on how to request it. Without a word you pocketed your photo and reached up brushing a stray strip of braided hair behind his ear and closed the distance again for a kiss he eagerly leaned into.

Timidly his hands settled on your back at your placing them there in your rise onto your toes to ease your arms behind his neck in the passionate kiss through which his body pressed against yours in return. Deaf once again to the world a clear snort made you freeze again before the soft flapping of paper wings and another snort sounded making you part and look at the small paper flying pig shaking its head through another greeting snort making Glorfindel’s lips purse under a curious furrow of his brows to ask, “What is that?”

Removing one of your hands you claimed the pig in your palm and watched as it unfolded itself revealing a note Glorfindel shifted his head to read along with you, “It’s a notice. The votes are in for Minister of Magic. They’ll be announced tonight on the ten pm broadcast along with the other winners.”

Longingly his forehead leaned against yours making you smile and shift to lean against his chest for a hug he gladly returned with a growing smile of his own. In a glance up at him your playful smirk drew a playful spark in his eyes as you pulled back a few inches, to say, “You’re smiling.”

“Am I not allowed to smile at the source of my unending joy?”

With another playful smirk you waved your hand in a circle making the note pop back home onto your bed as your camera appeared in your palm. Before he could change his expression you rose on your toes curled against his side with a large smile of your own after a peck on his cheek making his smile deepen even more through a faint blush he hid by pressing his forehead to yours after the flash ended. Another picture was printed and you smirked at it as it looped with your peck on his cheek followed by your joint growing smiles before his blush and sink to hide shifting into his rise to be kissed again.

Another copy was made for him he gratefully added to the other in his pocket and said, “I will treasure them always.”

With a smile you stated, “If you like I could get you a couple of frames for them. We have a few enchanted ones you may like. Color changing, shape shifting, ones that hide the images unless you’re alone.”

“Well I certainly wouldn’t want it to hide, but, I wouldn’t wish to publicly flaunt it lest it tarnish your reputation.” He inhaled sharply, “I have missed a step. I should have asked your Father’s consent fir-..” His words died at your head turning to kiss him again drawing him into another melting lean against you.

When your lips left his, his eyes met yours with a curious pout at a wish for an unending kiss just like in the photos, “Technically in our world you have the person’s consent for kissing and the Father’s for proposing.”

He nodded and swallowed back his urge to lean in for another unsteadying kiss he hoped to end with asking for your hand right there, “I will remember that.”

With a nod you peered out at the falls again, “It really is beautiful up here. But, I should probably get back. The little ones should be hungry soon.” He nodded and eyed you in your step away only to grin at your hand extending for his, that was gladly woven into yours in his motion to claim your side and guide you back again.

When you’d reached the edge of the gardens he paused in the shadows of the trees there to ask, “Would I be able to kiss you again, when we’re alone? I understand there are titles to claim first between now and a proposal.”

You nodded, “Of course.”

Through the garden he led you to the archways again where he eyed your locked hands, reluctant to release it just yet even under the watch of servants and the twins looking on in pitiful hiding places nearby. Peering down at you he smiled at you softly raising your clasped hands to kiss your knuckles after a shifting of fingers then said, “I will see you tomorrow. I do apologize but I have guard duty tonight. I, unfortunately will have to miss the banquet.”

You smiled up at him as he cradled and tenderly stroked your hand with his adoring gaze locked on your eyes, “Well, if I am able to sleep at all, I have classes again so it would have to be after five, you could help me gather pearls.” His brow raised at your subtle lean in to whisper, “How much do you know about mermaids?” A soft peck on his cheek earned a chuckle from him and his eyes lingered on you as you slipped away with a wink you sent his way after grabbing Em in her race over to you when Estel was sent for another lesson. His moment of bliss halted however through the Elves trying to subtly come out of hiding to question him.

Pt 19

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I miss him too – (Tony Stark x Daughter! Reader)

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Summary: It´s two years past Thanos Snap. You were fighting alongside you dad Tony Stark and your boyfriend Peter Parker. Until today you weren´t able to cope with what you´ve lived through.

You stood next to Peter Parker, your boyfriend, or well, right now Spider-man and everything around you felt like it was slowed down. The next second you heard your dad groaning. You turned in an instant. Thanos stabbed him. He just removed the blade and your dad dropped to the ground, unmoving.

“Dad!,” you screamed and started crying.

This can´t be happening. You wanted to go run up to him, see if he´s alright, but you couldn´t. Peter was holding you back. Thanos walked around, looking at all of us, before putting the time stone into his gauntlet. Peter pulled you closer to him and hugged you. Everything was lost, you had lost. Thanos disappeared. Now there was nothing left but to hope that the Avengers left on earth could fix the situation. If there were any left.

The sky turned red. You didn´t really realize what was happening, but you ran towards your dad, who was still not moving. Peter followed you. As soon as you reached your dad, you dropped to your knees and took his hand in yours.

“Dad, are you alright?,” you asked, already knowing the answer.

You dad coughed: “I´m so sorry, I couldn´t stop him.”

“No, Dad, we are going to be fine, we´ll safe you, you won´t die! You can´t leave me! You can´t leave mum! You can´t leave Peter,” you screamed.

But your dad wasn´t reacting any more. You couldn´t feel him breathing. Peter pulled you away from him. You felt him shaking. He was crying as well. He pulled you close to him and never wanted to let you go again. And you were devastated. Your dad just died, you were on a distant planet with a lot of people you don´t know and Thanos was still out there. You just didn´t know what was going to happen next. Suddenly you felt Peter grip loosen. You turn around. He looked pale.

“Pete, shit, are you alright?,” you asked.

“I don´t feel so good, my love,” he said, before dropping to the ground.

You tried to catch him and got pulled to the ground by his weight.

“Peter, Peter, look at me, it´s gonna be alright, everything will,” you scream at him.

“I´m sorry, I love you,” he said.

And suddenly, he faded. You looked at your hands, that were just holding Peter. You had little pieces between your finger, almost like ashes. Peter was gone. You looked around. Everyone around you started fading. It was just you and your dad, who wasn´t even alive. The sky turned even darker. You had lost. And you were going to die. A slow death. Suddenly, a figure walked towards you. It was so dark, you couldn´t see who it was at first. But then, suddenly, you recognized him.

“You failed! Everyone died. Because of you! And now, it´s your turn,” Thanos said.

You started screaming and crying. Suddenly, you someone pushing you down. You keep screaming, trying to get the person off.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wake up, you´re dreaming, wake up!,” you hear your dads voice.

You were still not really awake and kept on panicking.

“Honey, it´s alright, nothing happened, we´re here!,” you heard your dad again.

Finally, you woke up. You sat up in your bed, shaking. Your dad pulled you into a hug and you started crying. He petted your back. You could here your little sister crying outside of your room and your mum singing to her what relaxed you a little bit.

“I´m – I´m so sorry, I didn´t mean to wake you up,” you said, still strongly shaking.

“Honey, this isn´t your fault. You should never have seen the stuff you´ve seen. I suffered PTSD. I think, I still do, just not as much as I used to,” your dad answered.

“PTSD?,” you asked a bit confused.

Your dad began explaining: “Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It means having nightmares, flashbacks, Anxiety and Depressions triggered by something you´ve witnessed. Maybe we need to find you a counsellor! I promise you, it´ll help!”

“It´s just nightmares. I don´t have Anxiety Attacks or Depressions or any flashbacks, it´s not PTSD, dad, I´m just fine.”

You were still shaking. Your dad looked concerned.

“You don´t have to have all of the symptoms. Though, your nightmares often trigger Anxiety Attacks. But that´s not the point. Do you want to talk about the nightmare.”

“It´s just. I see us, on Titan, that day. Thanos, stabbing you. You always die after in my dreams. And then just Peter, trying to comfort me and suddenly fading away. I just- I can´t- I can´t believe he is really gone. I love him so much, I just want him here with me, want him to tell me, everything is alright, it´s just, nothing seems to be about right currently.”

“I´m here! I´m alive. And about everything else, honey, I promise you, it won´t happen again!” “It´s not about the fact, that it won´t happen again, but about the fact that it happened in the first place. It won´t happen again, doesn´t bring Peter back now, does it?,” you snapped.

You started crying again: “I´m sorry, I didn´t mean to. It´s just this situation. I´m so stressed, I have hardly slept since it happened. Every time, I close my eyes, I see it.”

“Honey, I know. But you have to try to sleep again, I´m really sorry. But I promise, I´ll call Rogers tomorrow, he´s been holding some counselling sessions, maybe he knows how to help you.”

You nodded, hugging your dad again.

Your dad started giggling a bit, but tried to stop again immediately: “Or we see if Wanda could just erase the memories!”

Even though you know, that he tried to joke to cheer you up, you start crying even more: “I don´t want to forget him. I just want him back.”

“I know, I´m sorry, honey, I shouldn´t have! I´m just tired. Maybe, we should both try to sleep for now.”

You nodded: “I´m just scared. Could you maybe just stay here with me until I fell asleep. I´d feel safer!”

“Everything so you can sleep, honey!”

When you wake up again, the sun is already up. You hear your mum and dad talking from downstairs. Everyone was awake already, but you were just glad you were able to sleep for the rest of the night without another nightmare.

You walked downstairs for breakfast. When you walk into the kitchen, you see Steve sitting there as well.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Steve greets, since he´s the first one seeing you.

“Darling, are you alright,” your mum asked, hugging you immediately.

“Same as always. Didn´t sleep well, but you know that.”

Your mum nodded: “Yeah, I know. So Steve, that´s the issue. I don´t know, if Tony has told you, but since they came back from Titan, has nightmares, every night. She dreams about Peters death and she always dreams Tony dies too.”

“I think it´s PTSD. Like I used to have,” your dad explained.

“It´s not. It´s just nightmares and apparently occasionally anxiety attacks. And I´m sure everyone would have that, if they watched their dad getting stabbed and their boyfriend died in their arms,” you added.

“No, no worries, no PTSD,” he looked your dad, trying to tell him that it is PTSD by just looking at him.

“I know this is really hard, all of us are dealing with losses and we know how you feel, but of course, we want to help you, to stop your nightmares,” Steve added, trying to approach you.

You stayed silent. You weren´t really sure what Steve wanted to do and if you wanted whatever he wanted to do, but on the other hand, it could just get better.

“Let´s go for a walk, Y/N, if that´s alright with you,” Steve said.

You nodded and followed Steve outside the house. The two of you started walking towards the lake and then around it. At first, you just walked quietly next to each other.

“How would you feel about joining the Post Snap Group I´m leading, Y/N? It´s just a group of people who suffered losses because of Thanos snap and they help each other dealing with it. The most important thing is to talk to others, have social interactions, go for walks, maybe start some sports and do something, maybe help people. You´ll feel better, I promise,” Steve said after a while breaking the silence.

You nodded: “I want to do something. I´m just scared of forgetting him. Or maybe dishonouring him. Or just cheating. You know, it really feel like I´m cheating on him, thinking about moving on. We promised each other to e together forever and our forever didn´t even last two years.”

You looked at the promising ring he gave you before showing it to Steve.

“I know how you feel, Y/N, I really do. Back in the 50s, there was this woman I really liked. The love of my life, I might even say. But then I was asleep seventy years. When I finally found her, she was in hospital, dying. There isn´t a day I don´t miss her, but I managed to move on.”

“Isn´t it a slightly different situation? She probably died of age, Peter died being 15 years old!”

“I know. I just wanted to show you, it´s possible to move on,” Steve said quietly.

You just nodded: “I´m sorry. I´m just stress.”

Steve and you walked almost around the entire lake without saying another word. You just slightly enjoyed being with someone apart from your family.

“Steve?,” you started asking him when you got close to the cabin again.

“Yes?”

“I want to see May. She´s Peter aunt. I want to see if she´s still alive. I just couldn´t deal with Peter being dead, I couldn´t talk to her. And I don´t think dad did either. I just want to see, if she´s alive and how she´s doing. Could you take me down to Queens? I can´t ask dad.”

“I guess I can do that. If it helps you cope. Did you want to go right away?”

You nodded. The two of you walked into the house and the kitchen again. Your mum and dad were still sitting in the kitchen, together with your little sister.

“Everythings alright, Tony, no worries. I´d like take her out to New York though if that´s alright with you! I think some social contacts with others from my group might help her,” Steve lied.

Your mum nodded: “Of course that´s fine, Steve! Everything to help her.”

“This is it,” you say and take a deep breath.

“Do you want me to come with you?,” Steve asked.

You nodded: “Yes please. I really don´t want to be alone.”

You enter the building, followed by Steve and walked up the stairs. You were already able to hear voices. Maybe, May had some visitors. You rang the bell and just a few seconds later, someone opened the door. But it wasn´t May.

“Pardon me, I was looking for May Parker, is she around?,” you asked.

The person who opened the door looked at you: “No, I´m sorry. She used to live her, but she disappeared amongst the others two years ago.”

You smiled and nodded slightly: “Thank you.”

The person closed the door and Steve and you quietly walked back to the car. Steve opens the door for you and you sat down. Then Steve walks around to the other side and gets in the car as well.

“Thank you for doing this for me Steve,” you said.

He nodded: “No worries. I´d do everything to help you! We´re like family, after all, right?”

“Right. You know, Steve, I´m kind of glad that May died. It sounds really mean, but there it´s just one person less suffering from his death. And maybe, wherever they are now, they get to see each other again.”

“That´s a beautiful way of seeing the situation.”

You were just about to go to sleep when suddenly your dad knocks. He walks into your room sitting down next to you one the bed.

“Steve told me about your little trip earlier,” he said.

You bit your lip: “I´m sorry dad we weren´t honest. I just though, you might wanted to tag along and I wasn´t sure how you would have taken the situation.”

“I know, honey, it´s alright, no worries. I just think it´s a beautiful thing you did there. If I´m being honest, I couldn´t have done that. The risk of looking May in the eyes after loosing her nephew, I couldn´t have. I´m so proud of you!”

He hugged you and you pulled him closer towards you.

“You know how I told you, I had PTSD, right? Well, I lied a little. I actually still have it. It´s just not as bad as it´s used to be. Everything that happened, I dream of it every single night as well,” your dad suddenly said.

The moment you looked him in the eyes, you could see tears.

“I just miss him,” the look of him almost crying made you cry.

He joined in: “I miss him too.”

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primedirection · 5 years

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Y/n goes through Harry's phone

Warning: I live for angst

You learned early on in the blooming stages of your relationship to pick your battles carefully. There's a lot of things that you can't prepare for when dating an international superstar. Like the lack of privacy, the negative image that random people automatically project, and worst of all the rumors.

Even with you in the picture there were still romantic pairing articles that surfaced involving every woman that even remotely ran in his friend circle. Of course, you know better than anyone not to jump to conclusions without hard proof. But what were you supposed to do when you catch him somewhat red handed?

You'd been waiting on the couch for Harry to finish getting ready so that you could go to dinner with a group of his friends tonight. One of which you didn't approve attending given her reputation as the scandalous ex. Though despite her always being consistently rude to you whenever you crossed paths, you decided to go along with the unpleasant plan for his sake. Since he'd been complaining about not seeing them in awhile because of tour.

But that ideal fizzles out faster than a snowflake in hell when his phone pings incessantly with notifications and you innocently check the cause. The words leave your mouth before processing it, "What the hell is this?"

Numerous pictures invade your vision, eight to be exact. Of said scandalous ex, barely clothed and posed provocatively in designer brands no doubt. Several shots actually topless and others of her rear end bare or meticulously perched on something.

Unfortunately for Harry, he only managed to cut in after you'd seen them all. "Nothing. Why are you snooping through my phone for?"

His defensive rebuttal immediately rubbed you the wrong way. Both of you we're always very open when it came to your phones. He'd always use yours when his would die, and he didn't use a pass code for his as a point to prove you could always do the same. So you never felt the need to meddle but apparently that had been an act. "Are you serious?! I wasn't snooping, I only looked to tell you who was texting. It was going off like it was an emergency but lucky for you she's just been sending you these this whole time!"

His eyes remain on the screen until he rolls them agitated, "Calm down. They're just outtakes from a cover, she was asking me which one should they keep.."

"And it so happens to be the ones she's nude or bent over and busting it wide open right? Do you honestly expect me to believe that? It looks like something from Pornhub!"

"Yes, it's meant to be a form of art." Now he finally looks at you and has the nerve to be offended.

"Wow okay, and out of all the guys she's rumored to be with in a week she she sends them to you? An ex?" Just then something that never crossed your mind hits you like ton of bricks. Causing you to open Pandora's box before he can get an answer out, "Do all your model friends send you shit like this?"

Harry's shoulders square but he attempts to release them with a sharp breath through flared nostrils, "Please don't start this. I know they're models but there's no reason to be insecure."

Your anger brings you on your feet in a heartbeat seething, "You did not just call me insecure for seeing someone elses nudes in your phone!" Condemning you to pry that forsaken box all the way open. "Let me see your phone,"

"I— what? No. What for?" He sneers angry too now.

You never wanted to be this person but at the moment he had given you no choice. Stomping your foot and holding out your hand expectantly you demand, "I'm not asking Harry. Give. Me. Your. Damn. Phone.!”

Harry rolls his eyes so hard this time you fear they might get stuck, "You want the phone Y/N? Fine, here! I don't know what you're trying to prove. I've got nothing to hide."

His frustration was clear in the clenching and unclenching of his jaw, and the aggressive exchange of the phone itself. Spiking your adrenaline enough to make your hands tremble.

Even so, you still really didn't want to do this. This wasn't what your relationship was supposed to be. You trusted this man more than anyone and it felt down right crummy resulting to this. Harry is an honest person, he'd even let you go through his pictures before under completely different circumstances. But sadly, thinking back on it now gives you another idea.

Instead of going to his obvious photo albums you decide to check where she sent hers. The inbox. To your utter dismay, under almost every 'celebrity' contact there were pictures. Even in chats with numbers that weren't even saved. Almost all of them women in bikinis and women in lingerie, quite a few of them were even topless. Some of them weren't even from photoshoots just pictures of them on vacation in pools or on beaches in questionable poses. Those definitely put the icing on the cake.

It felt like your heart made a huge splash plunging to the pits of your stomach because bile easily began to rise in your mouth. All the while Harry stood there patiently waiting for you to finish, albeit agitated but silent nonetheless. When you had enough you gave the phone back dejected. Unable to look him in eyes due to being so overwhelmed with disgust, hurt, and rage. You we're seeing red at this point. Instinct alone moving you to back away slowly.

"You happy now?"

You wanted to curse him through the alphabet, break something even because you were so angry. But instead you just continued backing away towards the front door. "Ecstatic. Forgive me for the look of disgust, your spank bank is just a little too intense for me,"

"Spank— are you serious? Y/N it's just fucking pictures of my friends!" He yells folding his arms over his chest.

"So called friends that you've been with! Don't pretend like it wouldn't bother you if mine was filled with countless men?" You shout back.

Harry scoffs as if the idea was completely absurd, "From your friends, no! Unlike you I actually trust you."

Unconsciously you take a couple steps back towards him, "You are not about to turn this on me Harry!" Pointing an accusing finger at him, "It's not okay that they send you stuff like this while we're together!"

"Well it's not like I asked them to, that's not my fault. I've done nothing wrong!" He retorts dropping his hands out in front of himself exasperated.

"You didn't tell them to stop either! Why do you need pictures of your friends tits? Who does that? Do you want to screw around is that it? God, do you not realize how disrespectful it is to even—"

He interrupts now narrowing his gaze on you, "Of course not! Who am I to tell another woman that has nothing to do with me how to dress?! And really? Disrespectful? Now you're getting beside yourself."

"Am I supposed to be happy about this? That you keep those kind of pictures?"

"I don't save them they just stay in the bloody chats! None of those are even recent if you bothered to check the dates!" He shouts before catching himself sighing defeatedly completely over defending himself, "I don't understand what you want me to do here. If you're asking me to delete every message in my inbox i'll do it. But that isn't okay either. Am I not allowed to have female friends anymore? They can't share exciting pieces of their lives with me? Most of them are for work. Anna Wintour sent some herself! Should I get rid of the ones my mum and Gem sent too? Or is having anyone of the opposite sex disrespectful to you?"

Now he was blowing everything out of proportion. All he had to was delete the offensive stuff and instead he made every excuse not to and that was nothing short of devastating. So just like him you were over it too, "I don't expect you to do anything Harry, what's done is done." And apparently so are we, you wanted to say but couldn't bring the words out to speak aloud.

Concluding that, if he didn't see the problem it's because he doesn't want to. You finally head straight for the door and it's only when you open it that he speaks without an attitude but a sense of concern. "Where are you going? We have a dinner!"

You don't bother looking back only pausing to reply, "Home. The last thing I want to do right now is eat."

Hope this turned out okay! If you like it please let me know! Part 2

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Edie & Liam

Edie: [Okay, so a school trip moment for Edie for Politics and Society where they've gone down to the local courts to probably watch the most boring cases of people paying parking fines etc lol so have fun with that babe] Liam: got the hots for any criminals? Edie: the dude refusing to pay his child support is just my type Liam: pity I don't have any 👶 I've binned off for you Liam: all I've got going for me is how willing I am to catch a charge Edie: We're gonna snatch one, already decided Edie: daddy issues withstanding, no one here is as interesting as you Liam: when I find one with 👀 like yours Edie: 🥺🥺🥺 Edie: I'll make one for you Liam: would you? Edie: I'd do anything for you Liam: I'm just testing you, baby Edie: Test away Edie: my brain is dribbling out my ears over here Liam: don't lose it, we need it Edie: I need you Edie: what are we doing later to bring back my will to live? Liam: anything you want Edie: I might have something Liam: am I guessing or are you telling? Edie: I don't wanna get your hopes up Edie: but I heard rumours, some kid in my year reckons he's found an empty Edie: and that his brother and his mates are gonna squat in it Edie: but it's in a really fuck off big house in a decent part of town, so idk if it's bullshit or what Edie: but it'd be fun to trash if it isn't Liam: we could kick them out, stay for a while before we do Edie: yeah? Edie: play 🏡 with me Liam: somewhere nice to take the 👶 to Edie: Wonder how many rooms there are Edie: can have a playroom and everything Edie: lucky bastard Liam: do you think there's a garden? Edie: even if it's really in town, they'll still have a perfectly landscaped backyard, patio, room for a swing Liam: sandpit for our buried treasure Edie: and the dogs 🦴s Liam: great idea to blame the dog 💀🦴 Edie: I think so Edie: failing that, the previous owners Edie: clearly left in a hurry because the body count got out of control Liam: won't look suss that all the little pussies from your class who are looking at you now when they shouldn't be are in there Edie: I can think of a thousand reasons they deserve to die Edie: yours is the best though Liam: it's the most important one Edie: I don't want anyone else to look at me Liam: put your jacket on Edie: [stealth selfie 'cos p sure you are not meant to have a phone in court lol] Liam: you'll feel better now Edie: 🤏 Edie: what lesson are you in? Liam: maths Liam: about to stick a pencil through my own eye Edie: save one for me Edie: I love your eyes too Liam: right or left? Edie: left Edie: it's the side the tattoo is on Liam: 👌 Liam: [a selfie that he's edited to get rid of an eye] Edie: my cyclops Edie: still hot Liam: eye patch isn't as useful as a fake leg but I knew you'd be into it Edie: you can stash some in the socket Edie: or a 💎 Edie: can't bury all the treasure Liam: 💍 Edie: 🥰 Liam: when can you get out? Edie: when do you want me? Liam: I wanna find the house & make it nice for you first Edie: [screenshot of this kid in her year going off about it/inviting her with the address etc] Liam: I'll go now Edie: I'll pretend the cases have upset me and ask to be excused when I get the chance Edie: then I can go into town and steal all the stuff we'll need for the house Liam: don't forget the 👶 Edie: I'll look in all the prams for the bluest eyes Liam: has to be a girl though Edie: they're always decked out in all the pink Edie: even if I've left some of my brain on the seats Liam: get some clothes too then Edie: your babies would be so beautiful Edie: not like pink screaming blobs Liam: if she looks like you I don't mind her screaming, can do whatever she wants Edie: I'm in love with you Liam: I know you are Liam: & you know how I feel about you Edie: yeah Edie: you take care of me Liam: I'm trying to Edie: you are Liam: I want this to work Edie: then it will Edie: I'll do whatever you need me to Edie: be what you need Liam: you're perfect Liam: he knows that's why he invited you there Edie: but I'm going to be with you instead Liam: who is he? Edie: dunno, he's barely in any of my classes Edie: Craig something, his brother is called Sean, you've probably seen him at shit, even though he's been out of school time Liam: yeah, previous raves & shit Edie: right Edie: just think he knows I go to that shit too Liam: I just need to broadcast a bit louder that I'm with you now, everywhere Edie: How do you wanna do that? Liam: can't let you out of my sight if it means you're in theirs Edie: I'm not mad about that Edie: I want to be with you all day every day Edie: but I'll stab my eyes out before I look at anyone else Edie: you know that Liam: it's not you I don't trust Edie: if anyone touches me, you'll kill them Edie: and we'll bury them in our sandpit Liam: I test you, they test me Edie: you can handle anyone, you're so above them, everyone Liam: I don't know what I'd do if things changed Edie: things will only change if you want them to Edie: I'm not going anywhere without you Liam: tell your ma you're staying at mine, I don't want her trying to get you back Edie: okay, I will Edie: you're the only one who's allowed to tell me what to do Liam: it'll be home until we don't want it, barely a lie Edie: it doesn't matter Edie: I'm never safer than when I'm with you Liam: you can stay at mine too, any time you want Edie: I can? Liam: yeah Edie: 😄😄😄 Edie: I'm now leaving Edie: very, very devastated about the lady driving without insurance 💔 Liam: who can afford that shit, heartbreaking isn't far off Edie: it's a scam Edie: speaking of, how am I gonna liberate some sleeping bags 🤔🤔 Liam: 🤰 Edie: 💡 Edie: pram would actually be perfect Liam: didn't leave any of your brain behind Edie: don't wanna live that young mum stereotype too hard or I'll be right back in that place and I've only just escaped Liam: you won't Liam: the baby won't need to steal it from you, it'll be smart & talented & beautiful in its own right Edie: and you'll love it Edie: and always look after it too Liam: everyone says there's nothing like it, I'd have to feel something Liam: you know that's all I want Edie: I think even if you don't love your kid Edie: you must still be scared for them Edie: and for your own life, how they'll save it or destroy it Edie: that's something Liam: we could be a family, it's been so long since I had one of them Edie: all we'd need would be us three Liam: if my ma won't let us make my sister's room into one for the baby then we'll find our own place Edie: there's room at mine Edie: well, we could make it Edie: with her track record, that's the one thing she can't not be cool on Liam: mine's not cool on fucking anything, but pretend I didn't say that or you'll never wanna come over Edie: she won't like me Edie: but I'll still come Edie: and I'll try to be more what a ma would like Edie: in front of her anyway Liam: she's up for me having a girlfriend, in her words finally Edie: better not disappoint then Edie: what's she like? Liam: she's a lot but she's been through a lot Liam: maybe that's where all the shit I'm supposed to feel went to Edie: maybe Edie: that's the kind of thing a mum would do Edie: take it all on, for good or bad Liam: she does do that, since both the baby daddys she picked turned out to be losers Edie: same with mine Edie: the only person who helped her out was another chick but she died and then there was another kid to take in so Edie: I'd hate to live like that Liam: you won't Edie: I can't Liam: we've got a plan, yeah? Liam: stay with me Edie: we can be different Edie: we are Edie: don't you feel it, around everyone, all the time Liam: yeah, I do Liam: I used to hate it Edie: it's lonely Edie: was Liam: I wanted to be more like my sister, everyone knew her & liked her Liam: but she got lonely too, in the end Edie: people are selfish Edie: they couldn't deal with her pain, even though it was hers to go through Liam: she used to beg me to stay with her & I did but we weren't in the same place Liam: I couldn't go there Edie: you weren't dying Edie: that's lonely Edie: people waste their time alive being alone and not doing what they want whilst they can and for what Liam: they don't wanna live too hard in case it kills them Edie: at least that way is quick Edie: you don't have time to think about it, or wait in that place Liam: yeah Edie: it's bullshit, all of it Edie: what happened to your sister, your mum, you Edie: we'll live by our own rules and it won't be like that Liam: it was bullshit, everyone acting like there's peace & acceptance & she'd feel super chill Liam: she was angry & lonely & fucking terrified of falling off the edge Liam: exhausted from fighting to stay on Edie: why would there be, or should she be Edie: it isn't okay Edie: kids with everything ahead of them shouldn't fucking die Liam: I should've Liam: before I met you Liam: instead of her Edie: you would've if you could've Edie: the universe doesn't do trades and that's another fucked thing about it Liam: I need you to help me fix it Liam: nothing's how it's supposed to be Edie: Okay Edie: let's do it Liam: you'll really do anything for me Edie: I swear Edie: it's right Edie: it's what I'm meant to do Liam: how do you know? Edie: because I want to Edie: and if the universe is pure random, chaotic chance Edie: then you have to follow the right strings Edie: or it goes wrong, like you said Liam: & this is right Liam: the only way I have Edie: is it? Edie: for you Liam: you're all that's left Liam: I can't do anything else Liam: if this doesn't work, nothing will Edie: then it's settled Liam: you're gonna love this 🏠 Edie: what's it like? Liam: huge Liam: bigger than the one my ma rents for real Edie: no way Edie: can't believe he wasn't lying Edie: let's keep it Liam: baby, there's so much space Liam: haven't hit my head either Edie: 😱 Edie: let's stay forever Edie: we'll deal with any estate agents or potential renters who come Liam: under the floorboards Edie: bet they have loads of unnecessary storage we can use too Edie: wine cellars and pantries Liam: 👶 do have a lot of shit they need though Edie: how many bedrooms are there Liam: 4 Edie: it can have a playroom and so can we Liam: you'll be able to finish that song about me Edie: I'll write whole albums Liam: you can write one for the 👶 every milestone, like a less shit Adele Edie: 😂 Edie: I will Edie: 👶 will feel so loved Liam: I want it for my birthday Edie: have you done the maths? Liam: not in that lesson any more, give me a sec Edie: 🤞 you've not given me an impossible task 😿 Liam: [does the maths even though we don't know when his bday is or what time of year it is rn but pretend we do] Edie: okay Edie: we'll have to get moving Edie: I'll put these condoms back Liam: give them to that lad, he don't need to be having any kids Edie: seriously Edie: his brother already has some he doesn't see, right Edie: gross Liam: I got some 💊 off him that didn't do fuck all Liam: waster in every way Edie: such a loser Liam: we're gonna have to be clean Edie: me at least, when it's cooking Liam: I'm not gonna keep going without you Edie: serious? Liam: you're willing to do anything for me, I can stop taking 💊 for you Edie: I love you Liam: hurry up, you have to see this place Edie: Okay, okay Edie: there's a lot of stuff this baby needs too Liam: I need you here Edie: then I'll run Liam: you can lie down as soon you've made it home Edie: I got us dinner Liam: gutted I don't have a real 💍 in my eye socket Edie: I'll have to use a ring pull Liam: it'll work for now Edie: were your parents married? Liam: nah, but she married my sister's dad Liam: she liked him better all round Edie: that makes sense Edie: same with mine and the others dad Edie: hence she went back to him Liam: dunno what your ma was thinking but in fairness to mine he was less of a twat for a while Edie: can't help who you love Edie: some people are unlucky with that too Liam: yeah Liam: & some people never get to be in love Edie: some people don't let themselves Liam: like we said earlier about not living Edie: yeah Edie: I guess it is scary but what's the alternative Liam: I used to properly feel things you know Edie: before your sister died Liam: if it was there before, it could be again Edie: definitely Edie: I know it Edie: we'll work it out Liam: you'll be happy here Liam: [a pic of the cute shit he's been doing in her absence trying to make this place nice for her] Edie: 🥺🥺 Edie: it says I'm nearly there Liam: I'll come out so I can carry you in 👰 Edie: you know I'd die to make you happy Liam: but that isn't what I want Liam: I'd prefer if you lived forever Edie: then I'll do that Edie: we can have hundreds of babies if that's what you need Edie: or do all the drugs in the world Edie: or go on the longest killing spree Liam: I think that'd take a huge toll on you physically, which I don't want either Liam: I'm not trying to ruin you Edie: you might make me actually cry Liam: stay beautiful, that's what I need Edie: Come get me Liam: [does] Edie: [lowkey laden down with all the essentials be careful boy] Liam: [literally take a sec to imagine them going from room to room planning their lives like adorable nerds] Edie: [this is all so bittersweet we're so mean] Liam: [I'm totally fine and not gonna sob] Edie: [I think if they made it look lived in, it'd make the squatters go away, so then it's just when the landlord/estate agent moment shows up eventually, but I think that would give them a bit of time to do it, even if it's like a week] Liam: [there's just something so pure about this, like it really reminds me how young and broken they are, casually playing pretend like little kids here] Edie: [mhmm, like because she's technically smart everyone expects her to be cynical and realistic but she can't be and is like genuinely if we try hard enough this will all work and be real] Liam: [just reminding me of my pure baby angel Carly in a way I did not expect to be hit by, excuse me] Edie: [when you're more like her and Billie is more like Ali don't mind me] Liam: [I don't know why I love that so much but I do] Edie: [just live your best lives huns, all the ridiculous things you've got for this home moment, also some kind of baby doll 'cos we didn't steal a real child] Liam: [we don't need either of you getting in that much trouble when the fams are gonna be annoyed as is, they should totally film something with it during this week because those hoes] Edie: [creepy, cryptic video in response to where you are like soz for scaring you all half to death it's just our brand] Liam: [and she should practice tattoo designs on it for him like do you like this one or nah] Edie: [definitely covered in biro] Liam: [put your treasure in it's eye socket] Edie: [there's so many sick designs tbh] Liam: [are we saying they still go to school or purely hole up] Edie: [probably hole up 'cos 1 why not but 2 at least you'd know they were together even if not where lol] Liam: [it adds to the vibe of their own little world so I'm here for it] Edie: [like truly why would you go to school, maybe when you're pregnant and we need to win people 'round lmao] Liam: [he wouldn't stalk Rio all week that means #proudofyouboy] Edie: [we're all thrilled] Liam: [actual progress for real because he's been doing it for years and he didn't force Edie to go to school so he could] Edie: [it truly is, when you're just having fun gah] Liam: [proud of you for living real life again boy, speaking of, we know the vibe but is there anything you wanna write down here as defs happening this week other than what we've said?] Edie: [hmm, so let's recap real quick and then we can add anything if we think of it, we've got homey things and he's made it cute and we're playing house so the squatters don't come and wreck it, which is so cute, we're planning our family and life like this is absolutely nbd, doing all the biro tattoos, making our ARG and making a weird/scary vid for the fam lollollol soz, just clearly getting to know each other intensely and bonding and cementing this plan] Liam: [do write some songs gal but I also think they should try whatever drugs they want to that they haven't before they get clean for this pregnancy moment because adds to the bonding that they don't even throw a party they just do it together] Edie: [i vibe that because it isn't about the party of it all, it's the feeling things, so it makes feelsy sense] Liam: [yeah I felt it, and it's so cute that they're doing all these domestic things while sometimes high af] Edie: [like you said, we don't need to be saints 'cos who is even when they have a child but it's very noble that you're like okay let's get it out of the way lol] Liam: [literally ruster are still living lavish and partying with their champagne and coke when they have theirs, tell me I'm wrong] Edie: [mhmm, y'all are very sweet actually it's pure] Liam: [neither of them seem like they would be so sweet and pure and that's why I stan it] Edie: [maybe they can do things they'll do when they have the bub like the park etc so like normal childhood things which he probably didn't get to do much] Liam: [boo how dare you, that's so cute] Edie: [like again, bittersweet but also childlike vibes again and he can enjoy it] Liam: [also I vote he gets on this roof and shouts about his feelings like he said he was gonna on the school roof] Edie: [a mood, and you can be a bit destructive inside, just got to keep it looking respectable so every loser in town doesn't crash your fun] Liam: [OMG but what if that's towards the end of the week and he says he loves her then because he has not like literally shout it from the rooftops but genuinely] Edie: [need that tbh 'cos as in this as she is and not turning back, she's obvs noticed he hasn't like she knows she's still out here trying to make him feel not like oh yes, I have succeeded lol] Liam: [it just is real like when you're pissing about at first but then the feels carry you along] Edie: [oh you two]

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kellykadesperate · 5 years

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into the past life

For no reason in particular, Chas is deciding to have this massive clear out and somehow she’s roped them into helping. Paddy’s back is done in for some reason and Aaron is way too unnerved to want to find out why so he’s bought Seb along practically kicking and screaming.

“But I was supposed to help dad.” Seb’s a grafter, Aaron’s made him that way but he also much prefers a comfortable chair and a long desk to kick his feet up onto. Aaron’s lost count of the amount of times he’s told him that Robert had to work to get where he was.

He doesn’t mention all the scheming but Seb’s no idiot and the village is a giant gossip pit anyway.

Aaron’s got him under Chas’ bed, he’s already taller than Aaron is but Aaron’s not bending down there. He pulls slowly and Seb’s head hits the bed, Aaron can’t help but laugh as he watches his gangly seventeen year old struggle with the box.

“Uh it’s not funny.” Seb rubs a hand across his head as he finally comes up for air, the box covered in dust.

“Sort of is.”

“Yeah well there was a time where I couldn’t fall over without you fussing over me.” Aaron rolls his eyes, because maybe Aaron’s a protective dad. Just maybe. But Seb’s suddenly this man and it’s so weird and scary and yet he doesn’t know how not to be so proud of who he is.

“He used to cry.” Chas is suddenly poking her head around the door and Aaron tells her to shut up. “It’s true. Still gets all teary eyed over Ella.”

Aaron shakes his head and then looks down at the box. “You still want our help then?”

Chas grins, all animated. “You can get the boxes from downstairs.” She says. “Seb, there’s a few more boxes under there.”

“And what am I doing with them exactly?” Seb stands up and has a hand on his hip.

Aaron smirks.

“Alright Robert Sugden.” Chas says, tuts a little and Seb turns bright red and rolls his eyes. “You’re opening them, putting your head inside and seeing if it’s full of junk or not.”

“What’s junk?”

Aaron smiles. “How about you decide?” He says before getting down the stairs and having a tea thrust towards him by his mum. “What’s with all this spring cleaning then?” He knows her too well.

She shrugs a little and then sighs. “We need a little revamp of the place. We’re getting ...”

“On a bit?”

Chas’s eyes widen. “Bored of the colour scheme!” She throws a tea towel at her son and he starts laughing. He laughs a lot now and she keeps saying how happy she is for him.

Apparently he’s never looked happier. The more he thinks about it, the more he knows she’s right. Him and Robert are in a really good place. The sort of place where you don’t need to think about if you’re happy because you just are.

He’s still laughing when Seb comes back into the room because Chas has pulled out a picture of him when he was Seb’s age and he looks a *state.

“God, Seb look at your dad here, he’s —“

Only Seb has his head down. He’s holding what looks like a newspaper and Aaron just frowns at him, instantly stops laughing because he can see Seb’s shoulders tensing up.

“Seb?”

Seb keeps his head right down and then he looks up slowly at his dad. “What’s this?” He whispers. Only it’s almost not a question in the slightest. His face turns bright red against it.

“What’s ... what?” Aaron’s mind overthinks everything suddenly, flickers through whatever it could possibly be and he feels his throat grow dry as Seb holds the newspaper up further.

“Says ‘Ex lover charged with ...’” Seb gulps and Aaron can hear it from where he’s sitting. His eyes suddenly start flickering like mad and this pit in his stomach grows. Seb bites his lip the way Aaron does when he’s trying not to cry. “Dad? You ... you shot my dad?”

At first Aaron turns deaf around it and so does Chas. He can suddenly remember the sound, Robert falling down and him over his body and quietly begging him not to die. He remembers crying over him.

Then he remembers prison.

He remembers hating him.

He hasn’t gone there for so long. He hasn’t needed to.

“No.” Aaron says, lame and stupid and not enough to stop Seb waving the newspaper around. “Seb, come on, don’t be —“

“Don’t be what? I’m not Annie or Ella, you can’t fob me off with some stupid story and I’ll believe every word you say.” Seb’s voice betrays him. It wavers. He’s staring at Aaron and seeing that he’s getting emotional but he doesn’t want that. He wants the truth. “Did you?”

“Love, think about what you’re saying.” Chas says, her voice hesitant as she stands slowly and approaches Seb. “Hey?”

Seb just pulls a face. “I’ve not just pulled this out my arse.”

“Seb.” Chas warns.

“No.” Seb snaps. “Charged. They don’t — they don’t charge people who ... who have nothing to do with ... with ...”

Aaron comes towards his son and frowns. “You really think I could hurt your dad hey? Of course I couldn’t.” He whispers. “Seb, you know that.” He says desperately, his tone is ragged and scratches his throat slightly.

Seb looks a little stunned, his eyes are so green and they’re all Aaron can see until he closes his eyes and then opens them again. “Do I?” He says, he steps backwards a little and Aaron feels his heart drop.

“Seb.” Aaron leans closer and Seb runs out the door as soon as Aaron goes to touch him. The door slams and Aaron catches his breath, he feels his mum’s arm across his shoulder.

“Mum, I don’t — I don’t know —“

“Go after him love.” Chas says quickly. “You can’t have him think the worst.”

And it’s not everyday the worst is finding out your dad shot your other dad once upon a time.

—

Ella’s helping Robert cook when Seb comes thundering through the house and for a second he nearly bottles it. He nearly caves but Robert turns and just almost knows to ask Ella to go play upstairs.

“What’s happened?” He asks. He asks in vain because two seconds later Seb is practically forcing the newspaper in his father’s hands.

He just stares down at it and his mouth instantly goes dry. He can’t think for a while and then he can and it all revolves around the idea that he’s fucking devastated that Seb even knows about this.

He remembers Seb laying on his chest when he was little, his tiny fingers dancing close to the scar on his father’s chest. He remembers him asking him about it once, he said he’d been fighting a superhero.

“Where did you get this?” The thought of Seb searching through archives for some weird reason and stumbling across this is enough to make his stomach churn.

“Nan had some box.” Seb pulls a face. “It was in there.”

And of course Chas is that weird mother then.

Robert shudders. “Seb.”

“It’s true isn’t it?” Seb’s got tears in his eyes. They fall so suddenly and Robert goes to touch him when the door goes and Aaron stands there. For a second Robert just looks helplessly at his husband, he tries to stop from panicking, from feeling like somehow this is all his doing.

“Isn’t it?” Seb shouts louder, he wants Aaron to hear. He wants them both to just fucking listen to him.

Robert frowns. “Seb, of course it isn’t true.”

Seb blinks quickly. “You wouldn’t even tell me if it was.” He says, he casts a look towards Aaron. “You’ve been prison.” He says.

They’d told him when he was younger, because they couldn’t do to Disneyland. Seb was great with it, he said he was sorry like it was his doing and Aaron just squeezed him hard and they ended up in Disneyland Paris instead.

Aaron nods slowly. “I have yeah.” He says. “You know that.”

“For this?” Seb whispers. He looks down at the paper again, hands trembling. “Just tell me.”

“We have.” Robert says suddenly. “It wasn’t your dad. He’d never do that.” He says passionately. It’s been a while since he’s had to be. It’s been years since he’s had to defend their relationship, his husband in general really. It’s usually the other way around.

Seb shakes his head. “Then why did ...”

“Because I had the gun.” Aaron blurts out suddenly.

Robert’s eyes widen and so suddenly he wants this all to stop. He sees himself flat out against that cold pavement and stunned into unconsciousness. He wants to throw up. “No.” He says.

“Why?” Seb seems to be calming down. He tilts his head and wipes at his face which is sticky from his tears. “Why would you have the gun that nearly killed —“

“Enough.” Robert swipes the tea towel off his shoulder and it shakes Seb a little. “No more. That’s enough.”

“How can it be?” Seb says, he has a heavy frown on his face and he doesn’t understand any of this. “I’ve just found out that my dad was shot. I deserve to ...”

Robert suddenly climbs out of his own head and shudders. “Yeah me. It happened to me. And I don’t want my son knowing anything about that, or the person I was then.”

Aaron watches his start to crumble around it, start to raise his voice and crack and he comes towards him. “Robert ...” he tries to hover a hand across Robert’s but Seb pushes through with his demands.

“Why does that mean? That you deserved it? What did you do?” Seb keeps going on, he’s seventeen and curious about things in life and he’s just developed his own moral high ground on most things so this isn’t helping.

All Robert can see is Seb standing there hating him, just hating him for the way he hurt Aaron back then, the Dingles, Andy. The list was endless. It was endless in a way that was almost inescapable, in a way that will only ever hurt Seb if he knows.

“Do you think he deserved it too?” Seb looks at Aaron and Robert flinches. It’s hardly something they talk about, how much Aaron thinks Robert deserved to get shot doesn’t crop up as pillow talk surprisingly.

Aaron keeps his mouth parted, eyes wide, he somehow can’t speak. Robert looks up and blows out a breath, shakes his head.

“What part of enough don’t you get?” He shouts and Seb staggers back a little. He’s a tall lad, he’s got stupidly soft locks of blond hair and the brightest eyes and a sharp jaw and yet he looks like a little boy as he stands there with his chin wobbling.

“Understood.” He says before climbing the stairs.

—

Aaron watches Robert move back towards the sink, washing the plates throughly and not saying a word until he calls out for Ella to come back downstairs.

“Robert, you can’t ignore this.” Aaron says, closes in and doesn’t let Robert try and spin his way out of anything.

“I don’t want him knowing anything.” Robert says, he’s in his own world, battling with so many demons and Aaron can’t get through to him. “So back me up.”

Aaron frowns harshly. “What? Let him think I shot you?”

“It’s not the wildest accusation considering how much you hated me back then.” Robert hisses, and then he slams at a pot and watches Aaron’s eyes flicker.

It’s awful, it’s all this shit coming up from the woodworks after years and years of not even thinking about it.

Robert’s got a few grey hairs now. Aaron’s back ache comes and goes.

They don’t talk about that time, that year. They just don’t.

Aaron’s stunned into silence; he gulps hard and then wills himself to say something but Ella’s asking him to tie her apron on and Robert has his dad voice on and genuinely acts like nothing has happened at all.

He’s forced to confront it a few hours later though. He calls Seb down for tea and he comes slowly, head dipped, eyes dark and a bag over his shoulder.

Robert doesn’t see him at first but then he does and he gulps hard. “Seb ...” He says slowly and Seb shakes his head.

“I’m staying at uncle Cain’s.”

“No.” Robert says suddenly. “No you’re not. You’re going upstairs and unpacking that bag.”

Aaron comes through to the kitchen and his face falls as he sees Seb standing there. He’s got his baggy hoodie on and jeans and he looks like he’s trying not to get emotional. “Seb, come on.”

Seb moves back silently. “Don’t tell me what to do.” His voice is so different, it’s so dark and sad and Aaron hates it all. “Not when all you do is lie.”

Robert’s eyes widen as he watches Seb walking towards the door. It’s instinct to go after him, grab at his arm and shudder. “I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry for not telling you but ...”

“Telling him what?” Jacob peels his eyes away from his phone and frowns. Aaron feels something kick in his chest and he can’t bare the thought of Jacob finding out too.

“Nothing.” Robert says and Seb just scoffs.

“It’s just so easy.” Seb whispers and Robert hasn’t felt like for so long, this sense of unworthiness manages to spread through him and he needs Aaron to take over. He’s thankful when he does.

“You have no idea what he went though Seb, it was — we both were in a bad place then but it doesn’t mean anything now.”

Seb frowns. “Only it does. It just happens to be another secret. There’s so many secrets.”

Robert closes his eyes around it.

“Where’s Seb going?” Annie frowns, stops eating and the last thing either of them need is her becoming worried about this. Aaron throws her an easy smile and Robert shakes his head.

“No one’s going anywhere.”

“I am.” Seb says. “You can’t stop me.” He says defiantly.

Robert bites his lip and he’s suddenly overwhelmed with how much he never wanted this to happen. He sees a little boy, his little boy, he just loves him. “We love you.” He blurts out. “Please, don’t —“

Seb looks like he’s breaking, he pulls this face and Aaron’s eyes flicker a little.

“Come on, just listen —“

Only Seb doesn’t want to listen to anymore of their lies, that’s the whole issue isn’t it? He aches against it a little and he can only run out the door as fast as he can.

—

Robert’s slower than usual when he’s doing the kids lunch boxes the next morning. He nearly butters both sides of the bread and Ella elbows him out the way, rolls up her sleeves and does it herself.

“Thanks.” Robert settles a hand against Ella’s hair and then backs into Aaron who’s standing with the washing basket and a scowl on his face. “Don’t give me that look.” He says.

Only Aaron just scowls even more. “Cain text, he’s shipped him off to school. If you’re interested.”

Ella finishes up and starts running up the stairs to get her sister. It gives Robert the time to reply.

“Of course I’m interested.” Robert says and then his chin gets wobbling and Aaron softens around him instantly. “You think I want him hating me?”

Aaron sighs. “We know what will fix that.” He says and Robert looks away suddenly.

“I’m not telling him anything about it.”

Aaron sighs. “I don’t know what else we can do then. Because he just needs to know the truth and then —”

Robert yanks his head up and lets the tears swim in his eyes a little. “He finds out that I was hated, that I had about billion people wanting me dead. I can’t Aaron.”

Aaron leans forward, “We’re taking them to school and then we’re going round there and waiting for him to get back yeah?”

Robert looks away.

“We’re doing this together. Rob, we owe him the truth.”

—

Cain’s there when they arrive. He’s got a scowl on his face and wants to know why Seb’s been eating all the cereal.

“So he didn’t ... didn’t say anything to you?” Robert asks, and Cain pulls a face. He goes to speak when Chas comes flying in.

“I saw your car.” Chas says slowly. “I just wanted to say …”

“Who keeps that sort of stuff?” Aaron scowls. “It’s hardly a certificate is it? It’s me being charged with trying to kill my husband.”

“Wasn’t your husband then.” Chas says nervously. “Listen, I’m so sorry.” She says after Robert gives her a look. “I just kept it when you were inside and I missed ya.”

Cain suddenly interjects, clearly gets what’s happened. “So Seb’s found out?” Aaron nods eventually and then rubs a hand across his face. “He thinks you did it?”

Aaron’s mouth twitches. “I’ve told him I haven’t but ...”

“But I don’t want him knowing anything.” Robert says quickly. “I just want him to ...”

The sound of the door opening is enough to get their attention and Seb stands there with his eyes wide. He’s got a hoodie thrown over his school shirt and he freezes as he sees his dads.

Robert can’t help but smile for a second because it’s only been a night but he’s missed him.

“What are you doing here?” Seb blurts out.

“Could ask you the same question.” Robert says. “It’s only just gone eleven. You should be in school.”

Seb’s eyes dart a little. “Forgot my kit.”

“It’s not Thursday.” Aaron says, and Seb sighs hard at how well his dad knows him. “But if you’re here, we can ...”

“I’ll leave you to it.” Cain goes to get up but Seb comes towards him. He stands tall and his jaw tightens.

“Did you remember it happening?” Seb blurts out.

Cain looks across at Aaron and then nods. “It was a long time ago.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that? Dad was shot.”

Cain clears his throat. “He survived.”

“Don’t sound too happy about it.” Seb snaps. “Was anyone.” His voice cracks a little and Robert winces under his son’s pain because it’s about him. Seb’s this way because he’s gutted about his dad being shot, about half his family treating it like it didn’t matter.

Seb turns around and looks at Aaron. “Were you?”

Aaron bites his lip. He knows there’s a complexity about that period of his life that he doesn’t want to dwell on. Everything was so uncertain wasn’t it? But wanting Robert to die? “Of course I was happy he survived. I loved him.”

“He really did love.” Chas steps forward a little and sighs. “It was all messy back then but that was never in question. Annoyingly.” She says, pulls a face as she talks.

“You’re not helping.” Robert snaps and Cain reaches for his coat. He gets out the door and shoves Chas out too.

They stand in silence until Seb speaks.

“You might as well go too.” Seb says slowly. He looks exactly like Aaron’s dead pan face when he stares at them.

“We can’t leave it like this.” Aaron’s voice wavers slightly. “We want you home.”

“And I want answers.” Seb says. “Honesty. But it’s not like I get any when it comes to you two.”

Robert’s chin wobbles and he finally lets out this sigh he’s been holding in. “I was shot because I was worthless and mean and cruel. Your dad had every right to pull that trigger ...”

“Robert.” Aaron whispers, a hand hovering over Robert’s back as he tries to comfort him.

“But it wasn’t him.”

Seb blinks quickly and his face pales slightly. His mouth twitches as he goes to speak.

“That’s all you need to know.” Robert says. “Okay?”

Seb hardens. “Of course. Because that’s how it goes, you control everything I know.”

Control. He’s controlling. Aaron’s shouting it at him so many years before and it’s apparently something he does without even knowing. He’s back there suddenly, he can’t escape going back there.

“That’s how being a parent works.” Robert snaps.

“Maybe for Ella and Annie. But me and Jake — we’re old enough to know things.”

“You don’t need to know.” Robert cowers slightly.

“Like I didn’t need to know about Lachlan until Belle told me.”

Aaron sighs, intervenes because he doesn’t want this getting ugly. He just wants Seb to come home. “You know that was different mate. We were going to tell you. But this, it’s ...”

“Not worth telling me?”

Robert frowns. “It has no effect on you. It was me who was shot.”

“You you you.” Seb says. “Can’t you spare a thought for your son finding out. Thinking that his dad nearly killed his other dad?” He waves a hand out and Robert shrinks against it and bites his lip.

“Darling ...” Aaron whispers, stagers just slightly against what he’s trying to get out.

Seb shakes his head, he’s bright red. “I’m not coming home until I get the truth.”

“The truth?”

Seb looks so serious. He stands tall and nods his head, folds his arms over. “About what happened.”

Robert closes his eyes and sees Aaron. Only it isn’t his Aaron, it’s someone who was charged with trying to kill him.

And ‘how could someone who loves me do that?’

And ‘I meant what I said, I hate you and nothing you can do will change that.’

Robert suddenly shakes. “I’m sorry, I can’t —“

He gets towards his car and then leaves the keys on top of it. He walks back instead, overwhelmed by his emotions and the fact that Aaron probably wants to throttle him now too.

It’s the last thing he needs, he doesn’t have it in him.

It’s exactly what he’s thinking when Jacob starts asking questions when he gets in. Aaron’s not said a word to him all day in the portacabin and Robert’s almost been grateful for the silence.

“I want to move with Seb.” Jacob says, his curly hair is pulled across his face and he takes his tie off roughly. He’s no idiot, he gets that something has happened.

Robert shakes his head. “You can’t. No one ... Seb’s just helping Cain.”

“Pull the other one.” Jacob says.

“Oi. Less of the cheek.” Aaron eventually says, a hand on his hip as Jacob stomps up the stairs. He sighs hard as he looks at his husband and then chucks him his coat. “Right we’re sorting this.”

“Aaron...”

“I’m not losing anymore of our kids because you’re scared.” Aaron snaps. “Scared of what I don’t even know.”

“Him hating me even more for keeping things from him all this time.” Robert whispers, they’ve just pulled up at the farm and he hasn’t said two words since now. He looks devastated.

Aaron unbuckles his sear belt and holds at Robert’s hand. “He’ll understand.”

“That I was a monster back then?” It’s dark now, he thinks about Ella and Annie at Chas’ and wonders how long this will take.

“You weren’t.” Aaron sighs. “You were ...” He can’t find anything to say and it manages to make Robert feel worse.

“You were charged ‘cause you had motive.” Robert bites his lip. “You think I wanted him knowing that ...that thought ever even entered your head.”

“Of course not.” Aaron whispers. “But he needs to know or he’ll resent ya. Us. For keeping it from him.” He says and then he squeezes around Robert’s hand and they manage to interrupt Seb with his head in a book when they get in.

“What you reading?” Robert tries, awkward as anything and Moira gestures towards the living room as she goes and closes the door behind her. Aaron nods against her mouthing something about good luck.

Seb keeps his head down until Robert comes towards him and sits down in front of him. He smiles weakly at his son. “I’m sorry mate.”

“For what?” Seb whispers. “Lying or lying or ...”

“Seb, just hear him out.” Aaron whispers gently and it manages to make Seb put his book down.

“I wasn’t good back then. Nothing was good. I didn’t ever want you to know how I was back then okay? But ... now you do ... I have to accept it.” Robert holds his hands together and Seb frowns slightly.

“Does that mean you’ll tell me everything?” Seb has one leg up on the chair and he tilts his head as Aaron sits down and Robert nods.

“What do you want to know?” Robert says thickly. It’s harder than he thought it would be already.

Seb leans forward and suddenly looks nervous. “Why did you have the gun that shot him?” He looks right at Aaron. “I just ... I need to know.”

Aaron looks up and then waves a hand out. “Seems crazy now obviously but I thought that — that my mum might have done it. She was there when it happened and I panicked, the next thing I knew I had it.” He shrugs at the memory, and then looks towards Seb nervously.

Seb nods a little, plays with his hands.

“That okay?” Aaron whispers and his son seems satisfied. Aaron’s hands grow clammy as he waits for Seb to speak again.

“But you two ... you weren’t getting on when it happened?”

“Not exactly no.” Aaron whispers. Seb knows about them having an affair courtesy of village gossip and he’s never really cared about it. “We were over. They thought they could pin it on the scorned lover I suppose.” He rolls his eyes and sighs.

Seb looks at Robert and sees that he looks like he’s going to be sick. He wonders if he should stop but he has more to find out. “So if it wasn’t him then ... then who was it?”

Robert seriously considers lying but somehow his heart gives in. “It was uh ... it’s complicated.”

“How?” Seb tilts his head a little as he asks.

Robert gulps. “Andy.” He blurts out, without saying anything else and Seb stares wordlessly at Aaron looking for more.

“As in ... my uncle who’s not around?”

Aaron nods his head. “He hired ... he didn’t do it himself, he made a deal and Ross did it.”

Robert doesn’t understand the gravity of what that would mean for his son until it slips out of Aaron’s mouth. He freezes around it and remembers the pictures of Ross and Seb and Rebecca. A happy little family.

He hated it.

It manages to send Seb over the edge and he scrapes the chair back loudly and stands. “Ross?” His eyes flicker. “He was ... he was with mum.”

Robert winces slightly and looks towards Aaron before sighing.

“They’re not together anymore.” Robert keeps his head down and whispers. He thinks of the nice normal Tom who she’s with now. It settles something in his chest.

“No not now. But when I was ... how could you let that happen?” It feels a lot like judgement and Robert hates himself for it, he always has done.

“He wouldn’t have hurt you.” Aaron reasons, bites his lip. “He was a thug but that was it. Nothing more.” He says.

“An attempted murderer maybe.” Seb paces for a second and then pauses. “Does mum know?”

Aaron looks towards Robert who shakes his shoulders. “I honestly don’t know.” He says. “Maybe. He’s gone now though isn’t he? He’s nothing.”

Seb frowns. “Could have killed ya.” He pauses and then gulps. “And Andy ... why would —“

Robert stiffens around the truth and he needs to hold back. He can’t. Aaron seems to agree, he starts talking about them always having a bad relationship and Seb takes it.

Some things just don’t need to ever be told to Seb.

Seb bites at his lip awkwardly and then looks at Aaron. “Don’t get how Ross is still breathing.” He says and Aaron can’t help but smile. He’s seen Aaron lose his mind over protecting Robert one too many times over the years so it’s a valid point.

“We just wanted it over.” Robert says and then he looks at Aaron. “Anyway, I remember us destroying a lot of weed he had.” He says, half smirks and Aaron laughs.

It releases some tension but Seb still looks deep in thought once he shakes his head at his dads and smiles.

“Still don’t know why you ended up in prison then. If that wasn’t why.” Seb says. He looks at Aaron desperately. “Look I know you hate talking about it, but I just want to ...”

“Beat up some bloke my mate was seeing. Pretty badly. I wasn’t in a good place.” Aaron thinks about the mad hot head he was then, how his mind was everywhere and nowhere at the exact same time. He remembers feeling like he was losing Robert. It’s a foreign one now. “We weren’t good.” He looks at Robert and then down at his wedding ring instinctively. “It wasn’t because I nearly killed him.”

Seb rubs a hand across his face and closes his eyes. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” He whispers. “Everything.”

Aaron cringes against it and pulls a face. “Because we were protecting ya.” He whispers, hands falling over Seb’s as he comes closer towards him. “From the angst of a life you weren’t around to see.”

Robert pokes his head up a little and smiles at Aaron. Sometimes he’s good with those words.

“I thought it would be best.” Robert whispers. “For you. For all of us.” He bites his lip and looks up towards the ceiling. “Because I love you.”

He’s always just wanted to protect Seb. From things so far beyond the boy’s control that it can only be classed as unfair and unjust.

“I love you too.” Seb says and a heaviness leaves the room again. He sniffs a little and then sighs. “Maybe I’ll get it when I have kids.”

Aaron smiles, breathes out shortly through his nose. “Not for a while then.”

“A very very long while.” Robert says.

“Got it.” Seb waves a hand out and Robert smiles faintly. “You two were uh ... you’ve been through it then.” He puts it mildly. He didn’t realise they had this epic story of angst and tears and sadness and yet have somehow ended up where they are.

Aaron tilts his head. “Could say that yeah.”

“I’m proud.”

Robert didn’t expect that. Seb was angry only an hour ago and now he’s proud. Seb makes a point of saying it again, explaining himself.

“Dad I don’t care about who you were then.” Seb blurts out. “Or why Andy did that ...”

“We made up.” Robert scrambles, eyes wet with tears. “I helped him escape when your crazy aunt framed him for shooting Lawrence.”

Seb takes it in for a second and then he shakes his head. “For anther day maybe.” He mumbles, and then he sighs.

“You don’t know how much that means though.” Robert says. He’s still emotional, he can’t passed it but he’s shocked at himself for actually speaking about it all. Not bottling it up. “You, proud of me. Us.” He looks lovingly at Aaron.

Seb nods. “You’ve got through everything. Of course I’m proud.”

“So you don’t hate us then?” Aaron says and Seb’s never said that, he’s just not that sort of kid to throw big words out like that over not being able to go to football on a Friday after school. He knows the weight of words. Robert says he’s got it from Aaron.

Seb shakes his head. “Nah. You’re just annoying.”

“Cheers.”

“It’s true.” Seb says, but he sounds lighter. “Suppose parents do keep things from their kids though.” He mumbles. “Sure Cain’s got a few secrets.”

Aaron arches an eyebrow. “Isaac has no idea mate.” He whispers and then smiles as he looks at Seb. “Should we go home, I got a meat feast pizza with your name on it.”

Seb just stares at him, mouth lifting into a smile and Robert stands.

“Giving you his favourite pizza? He must want you to come home.” Robert smiles a little, sticks a hand in his pocket.

Seb stands with him and smiles. “I missed the chaos anyway.” He goes to get his bag and Robert pounces and brings him into a hug, starts rubbing at Seb’s back and telling him he loves him so much. “Yeah I know, you can let go now.” He chuckles and Robert rubs at his eyes when Seb gets out the door.

“A success then?” Aaron crosses his arms over and Robert is overwhelmed with love for him suddenly. He kisses his mouth tenderly and then pulls away, strokes Aaron’s face lovingly. “What was that for?”

“He’s right you know, we’ve come so far. We should be proud.” Robert says, smiling a little as he reaches out and touches Aaron’s face again.

Aaron mirrors him and then moves towards the fridge and takes out two cans. He opens his and Robert does the same before he holds it up.

“To us who have somehow earned the right to be ‘proud of themselves’ dads.” Aaron laughs a little and he looks like he’s twenty something again. Robert takes a swig and then kisses Aaron and they only break apart when Cain opens the door and shouts about his cans.

“On that note, come on Seb.” Robert says. “Cheers for putting him up.” He calls as they get to the car and drive home.

#another fic here you go #robron fics #robron

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"Dad, I'm Sorry! It Was Me!"

Thursday 10th December 2020

Hello again everyone. I realise this will be my second post of the day, after the cliff hanger from the previous episode, I feel I need to see what happened next. Plus it'll give me a chance to catch up quicker than expected. I hope you'll enjoy this blog post.

The episode starts just where the previous one finished off, Ian is proposing to Sharon as his family, Bobby, Peter and Kathy, walk into the hospital to witness him asking her to marry him. Everyone is completely stunned at the scene in front of them, poor Sharon looked incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. Ian states that he wants to make sure that Sharon and Albie are looked after, unaware that his sons are behind him as he says these words. The both seem pretty disappointed and devastated to hear that their Father is focusing on another child, which isn't even his, and ignoring them. They both leave the room with long faces. Only Bobby seems to appear more fearful that his Dad is going to die, whereas Peter appears angry at his Dad's latest decision on making Sharon his wife. Peter tries to reassure his young brother and informs him that he needs to stop making himself look guilty - guilty of what exactly? Does Peter know something about Bobby that hasn't been shown or mentioned yet?! Peter's main concern is that if their Dad does marry Sharon, she will end up getting every penny that he has! It's this point that Kathy makes herself be known, as she appears to have overheard Peter's outburst, it's at this interesting moment that Peter admits that he knows he's not been mentioned in Ian's will - it's then that Kathy drops the bombshell that in actual fact, Bobby is in Ian's will as Peter is in fact in her own will, so they've both been included in wills to make it easier on each other them. Peter looks incredibly surprised, almost awkwardly stunned, like he's been put in his place and being proved wrong. But something tells me that Peter is hiding something, a guilty conscious of some kind? I don't know! Suddenly Ben appears and asks what's going on, they reveal to him that his brother has proposed to his step-mum! Very awkward really! Ben is quite surprised by the news and makes some funny comment regarding Ian's bang to the head.

Returning to the Square, Stuart catches up with his brother and deeply apologises to him for dropping the blame on Ian's attack on his boyfriend. He explains that his head has been all over the place as of recent. Callum accepts his brother's apology and informs him that everything is okay between them. It's then Stuart reveals the news that he actually has heard from his wife, that she had been staying at her Mother's and would be returning very soon. Everything is looking great until Callum excuses himself, as he disappears, Stuart grabs his phone and dials Rainie's number again, eager to get hold of her. Instantly it becomes clear that Stuart still has no idea where his wife has gone. I'm assuming he used the excuse of her being at her Mum's just to keep her out of the police's eyes. However it is suspicious how she goes missing just after Ian has been attacked. The longer she spends away from the Square, I think the more she'll start to look guilty.

In other parts of the Square, Kat is searching for Kush. She enters the Cafe in an attempt to find hi, however she finds herself bumping into Jack. If you remember, they hadn't seen each other since she wacked him over the head with a CD player before she and Kush made their escape. Jack closes in and informs her that she could be in big trouble for assaulting a police officer, but I just love how Kat responds to him. She gives him a sarcastic apology and basically states that it was a knock on the head with a plastic CD player, it's clear he's not had any lasting damage. But when she attempts to the leave the Cafe and continue searching for her boyfriend, Jack drops the bombshell on her that she won't find him, because he's handed himself in to the police, must to her shock. As the episode progresses, Kat seems to confide in her family about Kush has done, altogether they speculate why he's acted this way. Kat states that Kush going to prison was never part of their plan. Stacey informs her cousin that she needs to sort things out with Phil, otherwise if he finds out Kush has gone to the police, he will be on their backs constantly. Kat knows her cousin is right, later on she approaches Phil. He already appears to be aware of Kush's actions, she reassures him that Kush wouldn't grass anyone else up to the police. Phil warns her that if he does, neither of them will see the rest of the money they are owed.

Returning to the hospital, Ash voices her concerns to Iqra about how Bobby has been acting since being at the hospital. He appears to be more on edge than anyone else. Iqra tries her best to convince her girlfriend that Bobby wouldn't have had anything to do with his Father's attack, it just doesn't seem like him, especially what he's been through the past few months. Later on Iqra and Bobby are alone talking, she tries to coax him to eat and maybe go with her for a prayer. But Bobby is clearly on edge, fidgety and speaking words which really aren't making sense. Iqra can't quite understand what her friend's saying, she questions him what he's done, but he simply replies with "I've done nothing!" - but I do think he's hiding something deep down, him and Peter have some kind of unspoken secret going on, I'm sure!

At the Minute Mart, Honey and Jay are discussing the fact that Honey's attacker Paul has been convinced of his crimes against her, plus with further evidence finding him with assaulting other women. Jay appears very pleased to hear the news, Honey very softly thanks Jay for being there for her in recent weeks, she admits that she probably wouldn't have able to have coped without him. I know I said this a couple of weeks back, but I am still convinced that there will be a love story between these two. It may take a while to get to, as EastEnders is focusing on the Ian story right now, but give it a bit more time, and Honey and Jay will end up getting together, I'm sure of it! Would you like to see them make a go of it?! Suddenly, Suki yells as she catches Honey's son, Will, shoplifting from their store. She instructs Honey to call the police on her own son. Honey is deeply embarrassed as she tries to talk to her son about his actions, especially when Suki is dropping harsh digs stating that children take after their parents. Interestingly, Will mentions that he was just doing what himself and his Mother did during lockdown, giving out food to people who need it more than them, like they did during the lockdown. Only the interesting thing is, Will points out that the food they were giving out was past their sell by date! As soon as the out of date stock is mentioned, Jay questions sarcastically to Suki whether it would be worth calling the police, that way they could report her for selling out of date goods. Suki looks quick to change her mind and states that there's no reason for the police to be called, she simply informs Will not to do it again. However, I do think Suki is going to have it out for Will now - we did hear some news that she would make an enemy of the young boy, will this situation escalate?!

Finally back to the hospital, Ian is feeling like a fool after proposing to Sharon, and not receiving an answer. Even though he answered my questions from my previous post - he reassured Sharon that he and Jane are no longer married as they divorced months ago. But Ian didn't really pick the best day, considering that Sharon and Phil are finalising their divorce. Ian is left alone with his thoughts until Sharon reappears with a hospital minister, Ian looks a little confused, but she finally gives an answer to his question and agrees to marry him. Now, my main question is - WHY?! Sharon has made it perfectly clear that she doesn't love Ian, so why on Earth would she agree to marry him?! Just so he can help provide for her? Make sure she's safe? Or is there something more to her decision?! As Sharon stands by Ian's bedside, they are in hand-in-hand as the minister marries them. I can't help but notice the awkwardness Sharon is visibly feeling as she kneels down to kiss her new husband, almost as if she doesn't want to kiss him at all. As the minister pronounces them as husband and wife, Kathy and Bobby walk in to witness the events taking place, both of them in absolute shock. Kathy voices her concern, especially that Ian isn't thinking straight after having trauma to the head after his attack, but Ian is quick to stick up for himself and his new wife - only as he does so, the hospital alarms begin to ring and Ian looks in visible pain. Everyone rushes to Ian's aid, poor Bobby is completely overwhelmed by what he's seeing and suddenly he begins to shout - apologising to his Dad and confessing that it was him!!

The two main things that cross my mind during the final scene, what did Bobby mean that is was him? What was him? The attack on his Dad? Or did he mean something else?! For some reason, with Bobby's mental state, I'm not so sure that it was him. I am however am starting to believe that Sharon may have something to do with it. What if she has found out about Ian's involvement in her son, Dennis's death? What if she attempted to kill him in the pub, but with that not working, she's come up with a new strategy to accept Ian's proposal and basically take everything from him. Take everything he owes and get her revenge, take him for every piece of penny he has. He's already admitted that he'll give her the Vic, but what else would she want? I'm sure she is woman who's out for revenge and she will want to make him pay for his involvement in her son's death.

So far, I feel slowly one by one, I'm knocking out the suspects of Ian's attack. I don't think it's Tina and I don't think it's Bobby. At this moment in time, I think it could be Peter, Sharon or Rainie. Of course I've not seen Peter's, Max's or Stuart's story yet, so we'll have to wait and see if my opinion changes, which it may possibly will. Do you have a guess of who Ian's attacker could be? Please feel free to message me or leave a comment with your thoughts and opinions! I'd love to hear what you think! Thank you again for reading, it truly means the world! I'll be back again tomorrow! Thank you again everyone! Love you all! xXx

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