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cardierreh15 · 3 months

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Love You Up Close

***I do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Little bit of Angst & Small Mention of Death — other than that — Fluff , Fluff , So much sweetness it’ll make your teeth rot!

Pairing: August Walker x Bianca (Black!OC)

Description: August is tired of Loving his woman from afar.

Song: Car Outside by James Arthur , To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra

Word Count: 2.3K

Side Note: This Head Cannon was inspired by my husband & I. We celebrated our 6 year anniversary on the 15th and I wanted to write something beautiful. ✨🩵🥹

Tags: @headcannonxgalore @milknhonies @augustsprincess

I love you too. I will call you when this is over I promise.

She stared at the final text message he’d sent her. Her throat felt as if a lump was making the attempt to suffocate her all while she felt this great weight on her shoulders.

Bianca knew what her boyfriend August did for a living. She knew it was a dangerous job and his chances of making it out alive somehow grew slimmer with each mission. She couldn’t help but think that this time was it. Someone finally bested him.

She didn’t want to think like that but it had been 3 weeks since they spoke last. The poor girl would answer any unfamiliar number hoping it was him just calling from landline or a pay phone.

Nothing.

Her alarm had spooked her out of her thoughts, causing her to blink back to her current reality. She was sitting at her desk in front of her computer. Bianca worked from home and though she found it very convenient, it sucked when the man she loved wasn’t here with her. It just gave her too much time and too much room to dwell.

She looked at the time, it was 3:10PM. At least she was closer to the end than the beginning… but the time… the time aches her in the most wretched way possible. The closer it was for her to get off, the closer it was for the day ending… another day without him.

As the minute changed, she felt that choking feeling in her throat once again. Her mind felt even heavier and her eyes became a gateway of tears. The more Bianca sobbed, the more heavy her shoulders became. Her chest began to tighten and her breathing became shallow and uneven.

‘August… please.’ She mewed out in pain as she gripped her shirt. ‘I miss you so much… please come back to me.’

***

Bianca started off the next morning on a rather lighter note. She went for a jog and watched the sunrise. Then, she came back in and made herself breakfast and took a shower. She washed and conditioned her hair before brushing it up into a ponytail. Afterwards, she did her skin care and got dressed in something comfortable.

All of these things made her feel better… or so she thought. It just busied her for a little bit because now that she was sitting back in front of her desktop… she was thinking about him again. So she instantly grabbed her phone and searched her photos; finding the many silly and sweet photos they’d shared together.

It stung a little, but the beauty of those pictures outshined the pain she was feeling on the inside. They made her smile.

After a while, she was able to work just fine. Nothing could stop her now!

Peaking out her window, she noticed this big moving truck driving by. She ain’t pay it no mind at first. People move in and out of these townhome apartments all the time. But she did find it a little odd when the driver parked in front of her driveway.

‘What the hell? Oh uh-uh!’

She scrambled up out of her office chair and made her way downstairs in a hurry. She unlocked her front door so fast and damn near pulled it off of the hinges!

‘Hey!’ She rushed down the 3 steps and walked down her driveway, ‘Hey! Can you move your shit from in front of my front door?!’

The driver didn’t say anything, instead the sound of the door in the back of the truck could be heard rolling up.

Their silence built up rage inside of her. ‘Alright! How about I call the police and have you arrested for trespassing?!’ Bianca pulled out her phone and brought up her dial pad. She’d already pressed in the numbers, she’d just had yet to hit the green button.

‘Well why would you wanna call the cops on me?’

That voice. The voice she loved and adored. The voice she would follow in complete darkness.

He crept around the corner and folded his arms across his chest before leaning against the moving truck.

‘Aug-August.’ Her voice was already masked in tears, instantly coming to the conclusion that her mind was simply betraying her. Was she seeing things?

‘BB.’ A small and warm smile curled upward on his lip, causing that dimple to carve into his 5 o’clock shadow.

She’d pressed her hands against her chest, the instinct of catching it just in case it broke. Her eyes erupted in tears. ‘Baby.’ She croaked out.

August pushed his weight off of the truck and rushed over to wrap her up into his arms. ‘Shhh… I’m here baby.’ He rested his chin on top of her head as he gently rubbed her back. ‘I’ve missed you too.’

Bianca wrapped her arms around his neck securely when their bodies collided. She pressed her face flat into his chest, inhaling his soft refreshing scent that clouded all of her senses.

Her man was really here. Finally.

She had pulled her face away to look up at him. The early morning sun had caused this glorious twinkle to shine in his cobalt blue eyes.

He caressed his thumb over her wet cheeks, ‘I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get back to you. I figured you’d prefer to see me anyway.’

Bianca sniffed, ‘You could’ve at least told me you were okay Auggy! I was worried sick about you.’

‘I know… but that’s all going to end. Right now. You won’t have to worry about me ever again pretty soon.’

Her brows tugged into one as she sniffed, ‘What are you talking about?’ Then she glanced at the moving truck, ‘What is this about August?’

August looked back at the truck once and then looked down at her once again.

‘Bianca, I’m tired. I’m tired of spending weeks without speaking to you. I’m tired of going months without waking up next to you. I’m tired of us trying to see one another… we don’t have to live like that. Like this. I want to be able to come home every night and kiss you and tell you about my day. I want to be able to touch you when I want. I’m sick of being without you, BB.’

‘Wh-‘ The heaviness that sat on Bianca’s shoulders had somewhat subsided. But that tightening still had her chest strung up. ‘What are you saying?!’

August let out a gentle sigh, ‘Bianca, I want you to come back with me… I want you to come home.’

Bianca blinked once at his words. ‘You want— you want me to do what?!’

‘I want you to move back to Washington with me. Look, I know it’s sudden… I know it may seem crazy but I want this…don’t you?!’

She did. But she also had a life here in Georgia too.

‘August, I just can't get up and drop everything like that. What about my lease?! My family?’

‘Bi, I will break the lease, you know that’s not a problem for me… And I talked to your parents… they—‘ he paused, feeling a great deal of nervousness sit upon his own shoulders now. ‘They gave me their blessing…’

Her brows tugged into one. Never had a man have to ask a woman’s parents for their blessing to move in with their daughter.

‘Oh lord, August. You just gave them all the opportunity to be up in our business!’ She placed her hand on her forehead.

‘That’s not what I mean…’ he paused as he took her left hand into his.

Bianca’s face was ridden with confusion until he grabbed her hand in the softest touch. A touch no man had ever given her. ‘August— what are you doing?’ Her heart began to beat so fast.

‘Doing what I should’ve done a long time ago. Please.’

August reached in his pocket, pulling out a small black box before slowly descending on his knee.

Bianca breathed in sharply before she whipped her head around, searching for a camera crew to come out and tell her she was being punk’d or something. But nobody… only a few people standing around in front of their houses watching the beautiful and intimate moment unfold before their very eyes.

‘I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I laid eyes on you. It was easy… My career, it was easy to just leave and not have to worry about someone or not answer to someone. I could’ve died and not a single soul would’ve cared. But when we got together, all of that changed. Every time I had to leave you… I died more and more inside. I don’t want to live like that anymore. I don’t wanna live without you. You’re my sunshine, Bi-Bi. My lifeline.’ He’d opened the small black box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

‘Oh—‘ she became a sobbing mess, covering her mouth as she tried to muffle the sounds.

‘Please… Marry Me and I promise you’d never have to be another day without me.’ His eyes glossed over with tears, fear written each crevice and pattern.

Bianca wiped her drippy nose with the wrist of her sweater and sniffed. She paused for a second before a laugh escaped her lips.

‘Yes. Yes! I will marry you!’

The air that August held on so tightly in his chest had finally been set free in relief. ‘Oh thank God!’ He chuckled as he pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger.

Standing to his feet, he wrapped his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He spun her around joyfully as they erupted with laughter. They could hear cheering and whistling from nearby neighbors.

Placing her back on her feet, he grinned, ‘Does this mean you’ll be moving to DC with me after all?’ His head fell to the side.

Bianca giggled as she placed her hands on his chest, ‘I guess so.’

‘Good.’ August said softly as he leaned down to meet her in a blissful kiss. A kiss that they’d both longed for what had seemed like centuries. But none of that mattered anymore. They no longer needed to worry about the past, what their future had in store for them.

***

8 years later…

August now worked for the FBI simply pushing paperwork. Since being married and having a family, he realized how much he enjoyed living. So he gave up the life of danger and what ifs. And opted for something more mundane and simple.

Bianca picked a career she loved ever since she was a little girl. She taught History/Social Studies for 2nd grade at the local elementary school.

They also shared 2 beautiful daughters. Sarah who was 6 years old and Lucía who’d just turned 3 in the recent month.

This was the life they deserved.

Bianca had just finished up with dinner. It was now time to announce to her family that it was time to pack up the pool for the day.

August was body slamming the girls in the pool, making dramatic crashing sounds with his mouth as they squealed for dear life! Though it looked a little rough to Bianca, the girls were laughing so they were having more than a good time.

But moms always had to ruin the fun.

‘August!’

He stopped, holding little Lucía upside down by her ankle and Sarah on his back. ‘What?’

‘You don’t think you’re playing a little rough with the girls?’ She asked with a sly smirk curled up on her lips.

He paused and looked at Lucía who was giggling and flaying her tiny arms around. Then he looked over his shoulder at Sarah who was still trying her damndest to climb on top of his shoulder.

‘You mean they’re playing rough with me.’ He snickered as he flipped Lucía the right way up.

‘Of course you’d say that. Come on inside, dinner is ready.’

‘Awww mooom!’ Sarah whined out and swam over to the edge of the pool. ‘Just a little bit longer?’

‘Peeeasss mommy?!’ Lucía begged, pouting out her bottom lip and batting those thick lashes.

They were so beautiful. Both sporting brown untamed curls. Sarah had her father’s blue eyes with that blotch of hazel in it while Lucía had brown eyes and was every spitting image of her mother. They both made up both of their parents very nicely. They were absolutely perfect.

‘I’m afraid not girls. Look, we can come back out tomorrow when daddy get off of work alright?’

‘Awww man.’ Lucía groaned as they swam to the steps and stepped out of the pool.

‘Hey it’s whatever mama says, girls. Pool water ain’t gonna disappear and it will be hot enough to bring y'all back out for another swim tomorrow.’ He added on as he followed the girls out the pool.

Mom and Dad got them wrapped up in towels and began to dry them off so they didn’t track the water into the house.

‘Go upstairs and get ready for a bath, girls.’

‘Yes sir!’ They said in sync and left their parents poolside.

Bianca smiled up at him as she snatched his beach towel off the table and began to dry out his hair. Then she handed it off to him. And there she was, staring at him as if it were the very first time she’s ever seen him.

August did his best to dry himself off but eventually just wrapped his towel around his waist. He looked up to see her staring at him and a bright pink hue burned his cheeks.

‘What?’

‘Nothing just… we really did get our happily ever after huh?’

August smiled warmly, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss against her knuckles.

‘Y’know… I think we did.’

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1-800-papaya · 10 months

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Cowgirls Don't Cry

Cordell Walker x Sister!Magnolia Rae Walker (OC) Warnings: Mentions of death and grief, but mostly fluff and emotional conversations.

Author note | This is very rough in terms of editing, and any and all types of feedback is greatly appreciated.

There’s this feeling when the glue dies, when it becomes clear that someone important and special dies and the mark, they left of the rest of the family becomes clear. That feeling permeated every aspect of life and everybody dealt with the grief in different ways. Maggie threw herself head long into her work, she tended to the horses in the stables all hours of the day and night. Her brother Cordell left and fell into a dark hole, Liam became the glue and voice of reason. That was until Liam proposed the idea of him filing for custody of Stella and August, that broke Maggie’s hold on all that was sane.

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The room was still as Liam’s proposal sank in, his words shaking Maggie’s resolve as she tired her best not to lash out. As much as she wanted to reach across the table and punch her brother in the face, she couldn’t do it, not in front of the kids.

“How dare you,” Maggie seethed, her face not hiding the anger she held for her brother in that moment. The rest of the walker family simply stared at the young brunette women as she uncharacteristically fought with the middle Walker sibling.

“What do you mean, Stella and Auggie need stability and a Cordell isn’t here to do it so why not” Liam spoke, trying to reason with his little sister. While normally the only daughter of Abeline and Bonham Walker would join her brother in being the voice of reason in the family, today it seemed Liam’s words were the straw that broke the camels back.

“Don’t talk like he’s gone, Cords not gone like that” Maggie chastised her brother trying desperately to not raise her voice in front of Stella and August, but she couldn’t help it. In her mind, Liam’s suggestion was him talking like Cordell was dead and the family needed to move on.

“Maggie, Your brother isn’t suggesting anything,” Abeline tired to sooth her only daughter’s rage. “Not in front of the kids” she urged her child.

“No Momma, He’s…He’s talking as Cord’s never coming back” Maggie said teary eyed. While Maggie always told people that she loved both her brothers equally, something about Emily’s death and Cordell leaving that in this moment she despised Liam.

“Magnolia Rae Walker” Bonham’s firm voice cut harshly though the impending fight. Maggie looked at her father in teary silence. Without another word Maggie left the room, the house and escaped to the only place she’d ever felt at peace, the stables.

Liam found his sister sniffing away and rubbing her eyes with her head in her hands, tucked away in the corner of an empty stall. She had dug up a blanket the siblings had kept in the barn for moments just like this. Stepping into the stall, Liam sat down pulling his sister in his arms.

“I’m sorry, we all miss him you know” Liam spoke into his sister’s hair as sobs racked through her. Her walls crumbling as she was enveloped in the safety of her brother’s arms. While she might have hated Liam for his suggestion, the comfort she felt in his arms was something she was craving as her emotions got the best of her. The siblings sat there in the silent night, Liam letting Maggie cry.

“Frist Emily and now Cordi, I don’t know if I can do it any more Liam”.

“You’re not alone Rae”.

“Is he dead?” While her question was not out of the realm of possibility, the fact that his teary-eyed sister had timidly asked it anyway shook Liam a little. Liam didn’t respond for a minute; he didn’t know what to say to console her. In the end Liam only whispered a simple ‘no’, causing a new, fresh wave of tears to flood down her blotchy cheeks.

For the following months Liam regularly checked in with his sister and soon persuaded her to talk to someone. While Maggie still threw herself into her work, her conversations with Dr Levitt helped her redirect her pain and loss into healing via her interactions with her family. Maggie invested deeply into both Stella and August’s life and schooling, she encouraged both teens to came and talk to her when they needed or no one else would listen, Aunty Maggie would listen. The Walker family learned to move forward, to understand their feelings relating to Emily’s death, even with the dark cloud of Cordell’s absence looming over them. Magnolia never wanted to take Emily’s place as the family’s glue, but when a void appears in the family, someone must fill this important role.

When Cordell returned it was like the last few months never happened. The moment Maggie laid eyes on her brother, and she saw the worn look in his eyes, the stone walls and supports she’d built crumbled within seconds. She became distant once again, throwing herself into her work on the ranch once again.

***

The sun was slowly rising over the family ranch when Cordell drove back up the drive. His brain foggy with memories of Emily. The ranch was quiet, at this time in the morning, he didn’t think a single soul would be up yet. Then he saw Maggie walk across the yard and towards the stables. Even from this distance, Cordell could see the sag in her shoulders and the sluggishness in her walk. Sat in his truck a little longer and watched as a small smile graced his sisters’ lips when she opened the stable doors and greeted the horses housed within. Later, when he entered the family kitchen, his sister was notably absent.

“Morn’ Mamma,” Cordell greeted Abeline Walker, embracing her and kissing her head.

“Morning Darling” Abeline gestured to the pot of coffee on the counter and flipped the pancakes.

“Where’s Nolia?”

“Probably out with the horses, why don’t you go rangle her in for breakfast” His mother asked as Cordell downed his first coffee of the day. Cordell merely nodded and ventured out to the stables. The family’s large stables oak doors were swung wide open, and Cordell could see his sister tending to an young Tennessee walker colt.

“He’s new” Quipped the Texas ranger.

“Yeah, Daddy and I found him injured wondering the Davison’s old land” Maggie answered absentmindedly, stroking the nose of the chestnut-coloured colt.

“What’s his name” By now Cordell was leaning against the door to the colt’s stall.

“Cordi”

“You missed me that much huh”.

“Yeah, I guess mamma sent you” Maggie quipped turning to her brother, Cordell once again merely nodded in response, “You want to see something”. Cordell raised his eyebrows in query, Maggie mentioned for him to follow her. The pair walked further down the stables.

“You remember Pop tart the Appaloosa mare daddy got me for my birthday a few years ago,” Cordell hummed, that horse had been Magnolia’s pride and joy, she rode the mare any chance she could come rain or shine, “Well a few months ago she had a filly”.

Maggie leant against a new stall, this one was occupied by a large white and grey speckled appaloosa and a smaller almost identical filly. “I couldn’t help myself and named her Emily”.

Cordell watched as the small filly crossed the stall and left the comfort zone of her mother. Reaching his hand into the stall, the filly gave a tentative sniff. Maggie nudged her brother’s arm and handed him a small carrot, which he offered to the foal. Emily excitably munched on the treat before pushing her head into Cordell’s hand once more, searching for more carrots.

“Why Emily,”

“She was born a week after you left, everyone was so lost, when daddy asked me what we should call her, Emily was the only name I could think of. The kids seemed to brighten up a little when I told them her name. Stella even helped me tend to her those first few months” She answered as she refilled the feed and water buckets in the stall.

Weeks past before Cordell got the courage to talk to his little sister again, this time he came armed with the knowledge of Liam betrayal and how defensive the young women had gotten. Once again, he found her tending to the horses in the barn.

“Maggie” Came Cordell’s voice, laced with an unusual mix of uncertainty and confidence for the Texas ranger. The women in question simply hummed in acknowledgement as she brushes the stallion’s coat. “I know what Liam did”

The barn remained silent; it was as if the few months that Cordell had been undercover were a period that his sister mere wished to forget now that he has come home.

“We were all grieving Em’s death and then your disappearing act really rocked to boat” Magnolia’s voice was soft as her hand stilled, Adonis – the stallion maggie was tending to whined slightly at the lack of attention. “Then Liam suggested petitioning for custody of the kids, i…I just couldn’t believe he even thought about it…to me it felt like he thought you were never coming back and…I…I thought he was suggesting y…you…were…dead” She stuttered around her tears. Cordell didn’t respond both his brother and Stella had recounted the pain and anger in the usually soft and understanding women when Liam brought up his idea at family dinner. Instead, he simply stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Magnolia.

“I know, thank you for defending me”.

“Always”

“Now,” Cordell said after separating from the hug and clasping his hands together, “Whatever Momma is cooking smells absolutely amazing” Magnolia smiled and followed her brother back into the family home, linked at the elbows like they use to do as kids.

Abeline’s smile grew when she saw her children walk into the kitchen, Magnolia giggling loudly, seemingly at something Cordell had said. For their mother, it sparked joy to see her baby girl smile a genuine smile, something that hadn’t graced her lips since the family received the news of Emily’s death. She hoped and prayed that night that the smile on Magnolia’s lips never had to leave ever again.

#cordell walker #liam walker #stella walker #august walker #Cordell Walker x Sister!OC #cowgirl #country girl #cordell walker x reader

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nickfowlerrr · 9 months

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here is the masterlist for the seven writing event.

all submissions will be linked below.

a huge thank you to everyone who has gotten or plans to get involved with this little event. i’m having a great time working on my own posts and even more, am looking forward to continuing reading and going through all of yours. so thank you, thank you, thank you! 🩵

if you’ve posted your work already and don’t see your submission(s) here, please message me.

to the lovely readers: if you enjoy any of the work listed below, please take the time to leave a comment on them and reblog the posts. it really helps with engagement and can be very motivating, and just so meaningful, to the authors and creators. we all appreciate you so much for diving into our little fantasy worlds with us and interacting with what we share in this community. thank you. 🖤

deadline for submitting: november 14, 2023

last updated: november 17, 2023

Fics

Envy

If I Can’t Have Everything, Then Let Me Just Have You - (andy barber x reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Don’t Blame Me - (bucky barnes x reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Greed

for the hope of it all - (lee bodecker x curvy!reader) - @nickfowlerrr

a bird in a cage - (dark!august walker x reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Kindness

Weight of My Love - (wanda maximoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Lust

everything I want… - (bucky barnes x plus size!reader) - @thornsnvultures

All Good Girls Go To Heaven - (mafia!bucky barnes x OC) - @sebstan2020

idle hands are the devil’s playthings - (demon!steve kemp x reader) - @filthycagedsoul

Patience

Please Say, Please - (bucky barnes x reader) - @angelltheninth

Pride

Let All Light Go - (dark!alpha steve rogers x omega!reader and alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

pride - (lee bodecker x wife!reader) - @thornsnvultures

Pride Goeth Before The Fall - (royal!au nick fowler x reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Wrath

Starring Role - (dark!natasha romanoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Welcome Home, Daddy - (winter soldier/bucky x pregnant!reader) - @winterarmyy

When You Fall on Me Like Night - (alpha!bucky x omega!reader and dark alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Moodboards

Envy

bucky barnes moodboard - @nickfowlerrr

Greed

lee bodecker and max burnett - /nickfowlerrr

Pride

lloyd hansen moodboard - /nickfowlerrr

Wrath

andy barber and nick fowler - /nickfowlerrr

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tessa-liam · 10 months

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Smoke and Mirrors

8- The Mirror Doesn't Lie

Book: The Royal Romance Finale+, Alternate Universe

Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer’.

Smoke and Mirrors Masterlist

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi’

2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas, Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh, Olivia Nevrakis x M!OC Alex Cossoy

*Most characters belong to Pixelberry

*Not Beta’d, please excuse all errors.

Rating: M🔞*Series Warnings: NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult language/swearing/drinking/gun violence. Not recommended for anyone under 18 years of age.

Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff

Words: 1990

8- The Mirror Doesn’t Lie

Chapter Summary: Preparations for the Celebration Ball continue for the upcoming Saturday at the palace to officially inform the court of the princes and their expected arrival date in August. Drake’s revelations about his future are revealed with memories of the past for Liam. Lena, under custody with Interpol is transferred to Lyon, France.

Music and Title Inspiration:

Simply the Best, Sara Beth Mirrors, Justin Timberlake

A/N1: My submission for @choicesflashfics Week #38, Prompt #1 - “I love your curves. I think it’s one of the best things about you.”, Prompt #2 - “Pretending to be happy is pretty damn exhausting.”

A/N2: My submission for Choices June Challenge, Prompt – Nature – Run (jogging), beach, sunshine, summer. @liaromancewriter

A/N3: My submission for Character Summer Challenge, Prompt – beach @choicesficwriterscreations

Bright, early mornings in the summer always brought a calming solace for Liam. As he jogged along the coastline of the private, secluded beach near the Capital, the sunshine and cool sea breeze invigorated him and allowed for clarity of thought; a guilty pleasure that he took for himself. Listening to calming music through his ear buds, and with the steady pace of his jog, his thoughts eventually turned to the conversation that he had had with his brother the previous evening. Liam shook his head, remembering with regret how the phone conversation quickly got heated...

‘Leo, are you trying to tell me that I need to give this woman, this stranger, the benefit of the doubt?”

All I am saying Liam, is that our father turned his back on his own daughter, on your sister, my half sister.

Oh, in that case you are trying to tell me that I am just like our father?!

This woman threatened my daughter, stalked my wife, told you that she wanted my throne because she felt that I was not worthy of it.

And what, I should just let her have access to me and to my family without consequence?

Are you insane?! '

Liam stopped abruptly, not realizing his calming jog had turned into a fast-paced run. He bent over, slowing down his breathing as he swept the sweat from his brow.

The sunshine glinted off the bows of the yachts docked at the marina just up ahead as he looked up. Chuckling to himself, he realized how far and fast he ran.

This argument had swiftly spiraled into a shouting match and ended with Liam curtly ending that conversation.

Shaking his head, he chastised himself, thinking that when he returned to the palace, he needed to call Leo to further explain his reasoning and to apologize for the conversation getting out of hand.

Of course, he was curious, and wanted answers from this woman, his ‘sister’. What he really needed was answers from his father.

Why did he not embrace his own flesh and blood? Why?

Why would he knowingly abandon his child?

Why keep this child away from him?

Was his father’s paranoia the reason?

These are missing pieces to this puzzle that confounded him. Should he give her the benefit of a doubt? Yes, he can. However, there are qualified Interpol Inspectors that are trained to vet situations like this.

His responsibility, no... his duty was to protect his queen and family at all costs. Which makes it a critical priority to keep this woman physically away from Cordonia’s borders.

Liam made a mental note to call back Olivia and Inspector Cossoy back to the capital, once Lena was secured in Lyon, France.

Picking up his jog again, he continued at a steady pace, changing his thoughts to the upcoming celebration ball being held at the palace on Saturday. Deciding to formally invite Amalas, he was sure that his brother would follow her back to Cordonia. That would be the perfect opportunity to extend an olive branch.

“Li, hold up.” Drake appeared walking on the dock, interrupting his thoughts.

“Hey, Drake, good morning.” Liam slowed to a stop, turning to greet his friend.

“Welcome back, how was your trip?” This being the first conversation that the friends had since their talk; Liam was curious about how his trip to the U.S. played out.

“Pretty good, all things considered.” Drake acknowledged.

“Delaney’s parents were very welcoming. Her older brother, not so much.”

“Oh, oh! That must have been uncomfortable, what did you do?” Liam joked, clapping Drake on the back.

“He was asking me more questions about my intentions than her father did.” Drake rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“It made me wonder what Laney told him about me.”

“Why would she disparage you?”

Drake ran his hand down his face, sighing, “we had an argument just before we left the hotel to meet her family at the restaurant. She seems to think that I am afraid of commitment.”

Liam looked at his friend, “well, she may have a point there.”

“Not you too,” Drake complained. “I just like my space.”

“Yes, well, it sounds like she wants a future with you, Drake, and that means compromise.”

Groaning, “I get that, Li, it's just that.... Drake paused and exhaled loudly, closing his eyes.

Liam noticed the tells of Drake’s nervousness and stopped to look directly at his friend.

For whatever reason, Drake was having a rough time returning eye contact.

Without looking up, Drake reached into his backpack that was slung over his shoulder.

“I have something for you. It is an invitation for you and Riley.”

Surprised, Liam reached for the sealed envelope. “This? An invitation for what?

Drake, speaking very quietly, “well, I don’t want to spoil the surprise... But it is something incredibly special from Delaney and I.”

Liam’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, reading the look on Drake’s face as apprehensive.

“Delaney and I have come to an agreement.” Drake looked everywhere but did not return Liam’s questioning gaze.

“We have decided to set up roots, here, in Cordonia, as a couple.”

“Really? What happened to change her mind about moving back to Austin?”

“We came to a compromise.”

This piqued Liam’s curiosity. “What exactly did you agree to?”

“In your hand, Li, is a wedding invitation.” Drake revealed, his eyes not looking up from the ground.

“Well, well, well...this is, a surprise. Congratulations, my friend! Riley will be delighted to hear this.”

Still looking at the ground, Drake nodded, “thank you, Liam.”

Furrowing his brows, Liam looked at his friend in confusion, not saying a word.

“Watching you with Brooks, all these years.... I want that too.” Drake spoke hesitantly.

It wasn’t lost on Liam; the meaning behind those words. Knowing that Drake had feelings for Riley, once upon a time, that had sparked during his social season. Confessed feelings that still lingered for Drake, but feelings that were never returned by Riley.

“Pretending to be happy is pretty damn exhausting,” Drake confessed.

♤♡◇♧

Royal Boutique, Cordonian Palace

Eleanor squealed, “mommy, look at all the pretty dresses! I want that one! Oh, oh, look at this one! Mommy, pleeease, may I have both?”

It was the Friday before the Celebration Ball at the Palace. Promising her daughter, the particularly important grown-up task of choosing her formal wear, Riley watched her little girl excitedly choose two dresses to try.

“Well, Ellie, since you can only wear one dress to the ball tomorrow, the other dress you can wear to the next event. Choose the one that you think fits the purpose of having this ball.”

Eleanor tapped her finger to her chin, debating her choice.

“You handled that situation perfectly, your majesty.” Riley’s personal assistant, Claire, whispered.

“Mommy, I have decided.”

Riley looked expectantly at her daughter.

“These dresses are wrong,” Eleanor answered. “These dresses aren’t blue.”

Claire grinned watching Riley’s reaction, as Ellie plucked the blue dress from the rack to try on, leaving the other selections behind.

Shaking her head with a smile, Riley resumed looking through the ball gowns in the boutique. It was time to find a gown that would fit her now rapidly changing body and her personal assistant suggested an A-line pastel yellow tulle ball gown with an embellished plunging neckline.

Gazing at her reflection in the full-length mirror she smiled as she felt flutters in her tummy. The twins were very active in their daily movements tucked securely inside her body.

“Claire, this is the one.” Riley called out to her assistant from the dressing room.

Hearing the dressing room door click behind her, Riley was delighted when she felt Liam’s strong arms wrap around her; clearly not Claire.

Riley closed her eyes, when she felt his lips kiss her ear.

“Mm mm... what did you do with my assistant?” Riley tittered.

“I sent her away. You have me to attend to your needs.” Liam responded, kissing down her neck.

“In that case, what do you think of this gown? Do you think the bodice is too revealing?”

“I love your curves. I think it’s one of the best things about you.”

Giggling, Riley playfully swatted his arm. “Liam, I am serious!”

“I am too, love.... You are ravishing.”

♤♡◇♧

Monterrisian Royal Palace

The unmarked black SUV passed through the palace side gate as Alex and Olivia watched. Lena was being transported out of the country by Interpol today.

Once Lena arrives at the Interpol headquarters in France, she will be given a psychological evaluation and be officially charged for her crimes.

Alex overheard Leo's question for Olivia...

“She did not look happy, but at least she wasn’t resisting or trying to escape.” Olivia answered Leo on her cell speakerphone.

"Good to hear. Amalas notified Liam this morning about the transfer."

"Are the two of you planning to attend the celebration ball tomorrow?"

Olivia was well aware of the 'conversation' between the brothers.

Agreeing with Liam, Olivia was very vocal about her position to Leo after their conversation ended.

"Yes, Liv, I will go but I am going solo."

Olivia looked at Alex, raising her brow, and answering Leo.

"This will be an interesting evening,"

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CFWC FotW - August 20-26, 2023

Ⓜ️ = Adult/Mature Content 18+ 🔥 = Explicit Material/NSFW 18+ 📱= Text Fics/Edits 🎨= Includes Fanart

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Chosen by Light | Mal Volari x F!MC - @storyofmychoices

CRIMES OF PASSION

Crimes Drabble | Trystan Thorne x MC - @lilyoffandoms

Save it for Desert | m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @a-cloud-for-dreams 📱

Take Me Out | m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter 🎨

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Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold (Series) | m! Cas Harlow x m! Gabriel Adalhard x nb!MC - @aria-ashryver Chapter 35: Sink Your Teeth In, Part 2 Ⓜ️

IT LIVES WITHIN

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I will slowly be adding my previous stories over time. New stories will be up the same day as ao3.

What I currently have posted:

Time After Time: Modern!Eddie Munson x POC!Reader

Moonlight & Fang: Alpha!Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes x OC Omega!Selene/Red

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start: Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington (Drabble/Part 2)

LUNATIC: Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

That First Night: POC!Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers

Why Did Love Put A Gun In My Hand: Mafia!Avengers x POC Reader “Jinx”

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me...: Hunterverse AU, Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG" Ex Dean x Reader

Let Me Spell It Out For You: Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly" Ex Bf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

Why You Calling Me Tonight: Ex!August Walker x POC!Reader Walter Marshall x POC!Reader (Challenge Accepted/Part 2)

Sandalwood, Leather, Mead & Honey: Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.

Bittersweet: POC!Reader “Lux” x Walter Marshall

Affinity Series: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Don't Care If It Sounds Cold. It Is, What It Is: Bucky x POC!Reader, Ex!Steve Rogers x POC!Reader

Badda Boom Universe: Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu"

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Sleepless in New York: Chapter 5 - Find Me In Da Club

Series: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Synopsis: What if Drake met Harper on the first night of Prince Christian’s New York bachelor party? A stand-alone AU written from Drake's POV.

Masterlist: Sleepless in New York

Chapter Summary: The gang arrive at the much-awaited club... where there are a few surprises in store for Drake.

Word Count: 4,400

Rating/Warnings: M (swearing, rude behaviour, angst, sexual tension)

Chapter theme song:

A/N: Apologies this took me so long! August ended up being quite a busy month, so I didn’t get as much writing done as I wanted to. Also... this is not the whole chapter 😅 Because this installment was getting close to 7,000 words (and it was still not done!) I decided to split it into two chapters to (a) give y’all something to read, since you’ve been waiting so patiently (or not, in some cases 😆), (b) make the posting on Tumblr a bit more manageable, and (c) this way I could use both chapter theme songs that I could not for the life of me decide between! The next chapter should be up a bit faster because it’s about half done already, and my schedule should be back to a bit more normal from September 🤞

Chapter 5 - Find Me In Da Club

"Let me guess..." I sigh, picking up the tumbler to tip the rest of my drink back. "Max's bright idea?"

I know that going clubbing was the original plan. But I guess I kinda hoped we'd have more time on our impromptu detour... Especially since Gale’s finally talking to me, and I don’t want to lose the hard-won progress I managed to make with her.

Plus — as she so aptly put it just now — I’m nowhere near satisfied yet and I want to keep her to myself for as long as possible...

"Nope!" declares Leo impishly. "It was actually the girls' suggestion. And it'd be rude to keep them waiting. So, chop-chop!"

"Alright, alright," I grumble, dropping the glass back onto the bar top and reaching for my wallet. "I'll be over in a minute."

"Better make it a New York minute," Leo advises with a clap on my back. "Because it'd be mighty bad form for the best man to miss the climax of the night!"

He saunters off with a rakish wink in Gale's direction.

I roll my eyes as I pull the platinum credit card out again.

If there’s one thing that Chris didn't need help with, it’s finding a hook-up... Which is why I bet on him last night.

But Leo’s right in that I probably shouldn't hang around too long. Because this trip had been my idea, and as the de facto best man (even though it hasn’t officially been announced yet), it’s my job to make sure that Chris gets the best night out that the Big Apple can provide...

...and that he also makes it back to the hotel — and to Cordonia — on time and in one piece, and ideally without any recreational drugs floating around in his system. Otherwise, the plane ride back (not to mention the all-important Masquerade Ball) is going to be rough as fuck for everyone involved.

"So, you're here... on a bachelor party?" asks Gale, her voice cutting through my thoughts.

"Yeah," I reply, raising my hand to signal my desire to settle up with the bartender.

"And you're the best man."

"Yup..." I confirm, tapping the card against the bar top as I wait for the guy to print off the receipt.

She cocks her head to the side with a frown. "You don't seem very happy about it..."

I respond with a nonchalant shrug. "It is what it is. How I feel about it isn't important."

"Shouldn't it be?"

Turning my head, I catch her gaze. She's looking at me with laser-like focus — like she had last night when she'd been trying to decipher where I was from... Only this time it feels like she’s trying to get a read on my very soul.

I quickly break eye contact. "No."

"Why n—?"

"Cash or card?" asks the bartender, cutting off Gale with impeccable timing as he places the cheque in front of me.

"Card," I reply, quickly scanning the list of items to make sure everything’s in order.

Christ, this girl’s more persistent than a dog with a bone...

But I can’t exactly tell her that I’m best man to a prince at the mercy of tradition, and the last thing I’m looking forward to doing is standing by Chris' side in a few months' time, pretending to be happy for him while I officially and irrevocably witness his marriage to a blue-nosed social climber in front of God, his family, and the entire kingdom.

Because we’re supposed to be here incognito, and I’m not gonna risk my best friend's last night of freedom by blowing his cover to some girl I only just met.

And even if I had been at liberty to talk about the upcoming wedding, and the social season, and how the only reason we’re here at all is because Chris got shafted by his brother, it would be a pointless exercise anyway.

Because talking — about any of it, especially how I said 'yes' to Chris without a second's hesitation, even as I felt my insides burn up with betrayal at the knowledge that I'll be complicit in signing my brother's life away in a loveless marriage of political convenience to a woman he barely knows... or worse, Olivia — isn’t gonna to help me, and it sure as hell isn’t gonna help Chris.

Not when we’re both powerless in the face of the inevitable outcome.

"Thanks," I mutter, pulling the card back out of the machine and stowing it away in my wallet.

Better to just bury whatever resentment I’m feeling at being an unwilling pawn forced to participate in the whole monocratic set-up — next to the same hole I stuffed my bitter rage at Dad's untimely passing, my hurt at Mom's departure, and my guilt-ridden sense of failure at Sav's unexplained disappearance — and try to enjoy what little time I have left with Chris before I lose him too.

"Hey," she says softly, laying a hand on my wrist. "I know it's not my place but—"

"It's not," I confirm gruffly, stuffing the wallet back in my pocket as I stand up. "You comin'?"

She stares at me for a long moment — as if wanting to say something more — but in the end just nods silently before sliding off the bar stool.

"Yeah! The PAR-tay's in da house!" hollers Max, raising the roof. "Whoop-whoop!"

"Now this is what I'm talking about!" agrees Tariq, sweeping his approving gaze around the club.

"Oh, wow!" gushes Gale's brunette friend, who I learnt on the ride over was called Hayley. "Check out the view!"

Chris claps Leo on the shoulder approvingly. "Looks like you picked well, brother."

I had to agree.

If there’s one thing that Leo’s good at — apart from sneaking out of official events and getting into the pants of any girl he sets his sights on — it’s having his finger on the pulse of every major city's nightlife.

And this place is no exception.

Located on the 16th floor of a swanky hotel, the club features floor-to-ceiling windows that lead out onto a large, wrap-around terrace dominated by an oblong hot tub set against an unparalleled view of both the Manhattan skyline and the Hudson.

And even though in real terms it’s still quite early — barely gone 10pm — the venue’s already heaving with what looks like the crème of New York's glitterati. Diamond-studded watches flash in tandem with Bvlgari jewellery under the strobing neon lights as glamorously dressed bodies move to the EDM beat.

In short? We've stepped into a Mecca of excess. And even though the flashy venue with it's high-roller clientele isn’t exactly my scene — you can smell the self-entitlement from the doorway — it’s the perfect place to cap off Chris' night.

Hell, the overall net-worth’s probably so high that no one'd even bat an eye at the fact that a bone fide prince has just waltzed in to join the party!

So, despite everything, I have to hand it to Leo — his days of flaking off have paid off big time. Because the entire club’s basically one oversized VIP area, which means that security’s tight, and I don’t have to worry about spiked drinks, kidnapping attempts, or someone recognising Chris...

...at least, not as much as I would have to normally.

"Ohmygod!" gasps Lucy, grabbing Gale by the arm. "Leo!"

The elder Rys chuckles. "I admit it is a rather divine set—"

Max shoves him out of the way with wide eyes. "Oh, my giddy aunt, you're right!"

"Guess we're not talking about me, huh?" observes Leo dryly, as shrieks of excitement erupt from the rest of Gale's girlfriends as they zero in on whatever it was that has got them all into such a tizzy.

Chris nods his head towards the other side of the club. "I believe it is that gentleman over there who's caught everyone's attention."

Leo follows his brother's gaze. "Ah. Should've guessed. The slightly more famous Leo. He's always stealing the spotlight."

"Undeservedly," mutters Tariq, craning his neck judgementally. "He's not even wearing a suit..."

"So?" counters Lucy tartly. "A suit doesn't make a man. He could be wearing a paper bag and he'd still look hot!"

I can't help but snort at the look on Besnard's face. "Told ya..."

"Keep it in your pants, Luce!" smirks Gale with a shake of her head... though I can see that her gaze is also fixed on the far side of the club.

"I'm just sayin'!"

"Holy shoot!" gasps Hayley, covering her mouth. "Is that Rihanna he's talking to?"

"Didn't they used to date?" asks Jamie quizzically.

"No!" scoffs Lucy. "How can you even—?"

"Come on," interrupts Leo, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. "I'll introduce you."

Lucy's mouth drops. "You... know him?"

"Of course!" he affirms, looping his arm through hers and Gale's. "Met him at the UN a few times. Brilliant chap! Just don't ask for photos or autographs."

Gale cocks her head. "The UN? How did y—?"

"It doesn't matter!" squeals Lucy, bouncing up and down like a jackrabbit on crack. "He knows Leonardo DiCaprio! Do you know how long I've been—?"

"You're not seriously going to try and get him onto your podcast again?" asks Gale with a wry quirk of her brow as Leo starts leading the procession away.

"Why not?" comes the objectionable reply. "I'm an environmental commentator, he's an environmental philanthropist. We're a match made in influencer heaven."

Gale throws her head back — exposing her long, slender neck — her laugh ringing out like a bell despite the loud music.

But I don't catch her reply because in the next second, she's pulled into the press, and I lose sight of her amongst all the bodies.

I heave a low breath.

There goes Gale for the rest of the night...

I know I shouldn't be surprised. Especially after I cornered her into coming clean about the crap she'd been through with that dick of a boss, only to shut her down hard her when she tried to return the favour by doing a rundown of my feelings on the upcoming royal wedding.

Because conversation’s a two-way street. And instead of opening up to her — like she opened up to me — I basically told her to fuck off.

And normally I wouldn't give a damn. Because my personal shit’s exactly that — my personal shit. I don’t need people rooting through it like hogs on a muck heap. And if that doesn’t sit well with the counterparty, then they can lump it.

But, for some reason, watching her walk off just now without a backwards glance — even though it’s completely within her rights to do so — feels like a kick in the gut.

I mean, since when the fuck do I care who she talks to? A girl I met yesterday and am never gonna see again after tonight?

It's not like this is a date, or that she owes me anything. Right?

"You coming, mate?" asks Chris, laying a hand on the small of Hayley's back to guide her after the others.

"Nah," I demure. "I'm gonna hit up the bar."

I may have shot up the hard-won progress I managed to make with Gale tonight, but at least I’ll always have whiskey as a consolation prize.

"You sure?" he queries.

"Yeah," I affirm, making quick eye contact with the two undercover Guard to let them know I’m passing Chris over to them. "Don't worry about me."

"Alright..." he concedes, eyeing me sceptically...

...but I've already turned away.

I know he knows that something’s up.

But Chris had more important things to do, like actually enjoy his unofficial bachelor party in the company of a girl who he obviously hit it off with back at the karaoke bar, instead of listening to me piss and moan about things that are — and always have been — set in stone.

Best that I just take my irritations and drown them in booze. Alone. Like I always do.

Threading my way through the crowd, I arrive at the busy bar area, and I feel a growl of annoyance slip out of me at the sight of the heaving mass of humanity before me.

Just fuckin' great...

But, short of forking out roughly five grand for table service — assuming we can even get a table on such a busy night — there’s no alternative.

Steeling myself, I dive into the press, trying to avoid sloshing drinks and stiletto heels as I battle my way to the front.

This is the biggest reason why I avoid clubs like the plague. It isn’t the loud music. It isn’t the dancing. It’s the fact that the bar’s always swamped and you have to fight tooth and nail to get your hands on a hastily prepared drink that you can have for half-price anywhere else.

It's all for Chris, I remind myself stoically as I squeeze myself into the tight space that’s just opened up in front of me. You can suck it up for one night, Walker.

Leaning onto the minimalist, polished brass bar top, I try to catch the closest bartender's attention...

...but just as I manage to make eye contact, a wad of cash gets thrust in front of my face by an over-manicured fist, narrowly missing my nose.

"Oi! Murudda!" cries a female voice from next to me in the perfect octave to carry above the thumping techno music and general shouted conversation. "You deaf, or somethin'? I said we need tequila, pronto!"

"We got Casamigos, Patrón, or Jose Cuervo," calls the bartender in response while sloshing gold-flecked vodka into a row of shot glasses.

I feel my jaw tighten. This is how people got served, huh?

"Make that Maker's Mark, double," I holler back, angling myself back in front of the interloping woman.

I'm rewarded for my asperity with a nod from the other side of the bar. "Coming right up!"

"What the fuck, shit face?" objects the girl shrilly, giving me a shove. "Am I invisible, or somethin'?"

"Nope," I reply as I pull my wallet from my jeans. "Just rude and obnoxious."

Her mouth drops. "What did you just say to me?!"

"The truth," I hit back, pulling some cash out. "You cut up about a dozen people back there. And nearly broke my nose waving your hundred bucks around like you owned the place."

"How 'bout I break your nose for real, jackass?" she snaps, getting up in my face. "Teach you some respect, huh?"

"Respect is earned, missy," I tell her calmly, exchanging the bills for the tumbler of Maker's Mark that is deposited in front of me. "And gettin' into a fight over a drink ain't how you get it."

Grabbing the whiskey, I turn pointedly away, not bothering to wait for whatever outburst she was gearing up to throw my way.

Un-fuckin'-believable...

I know that New Yorkers have a reputation for being brash and impatient. But that woman had been next level.

And I want to put as much distance between us as possible because I have no time — and even less interest — in getting caught up in a shouting match with a pissed-off Karen.

Slaloming myself between bodies, I make my way back to the others.

Arriving at the back of the club, I pause in a slightly quieter corner to do a sweep of the crowd, quickly spotting the now disparate members of our group. Leo’s stood off to one side, in solitary conversation with DiCaprio. Max is busy channeling his inner Travolta in the middle of a small but growing circle of onlookers. Lucy and Jamie are...making out on the dancefloor?

Huh. Did not see that one coming...

Normally I’m good at picking up on these things. But, I’m admittedly more distracted than usual...

Lifting the whiskey to my mouth, I continue my sweep of the club. Tariq’s trying — and failing — to flag down one of the VIP servers by waving his gold credit card around like a moron. Meanwhile, Chris has parked himself on a chaise long in front of one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and is in deep conversation with Hayley about something, the two undercover Guard standing a few feet away.

The only person I can’t see is Gale.

Had she left?

I shake my head irately.

It doesn’t matter, dumbass.

She’a a grow-ass woman and can do whatever the fuck she wants. Up to and including heading off the rails, or even home with a hookup. She doesn’t need my oversight or my permission...

...even if the thought of her being felt up by some guy makes my teeth clench.

I throw the rest of the bourbon back angrily.

I know I shouldn't care. I know it’s none of my business. I know I have no right.

But something about this girl wipes all the God-given sense from my brain.

Hell, I barely know anything about her apart from her name and the fact that she’s pissed at me — again — yet all I can think about is ripping that flimsy crop top off and layering my hot and heavy apology all over her body until she’s begging me for salvation as she—

A sharp clink rends the air.

Glancing down at the empty tumbler in my hand, I see that a hairline fracture had appeared down one side.

Fuck.

This isn’t good.

I need air. Now.

Throwing myself out onto the terrace — before I shattered the glass completely — I’m hit in the face by the humid evening breeze.

But it does little to tame my pulse, or the latest iteration of the graphic fantasy that I can’t seem to get away from, no matter how hard I tried...

...which — if I’m honest with myself — isn’t very hard at all.

Because let's face it. The girl’s a pipe-dream. That I keep blowing up. So, an X-rated reverie’s the closest I’m ever gonna get to the real thing with her.

May as well keep on dreamin'...

I make it to the end of the terrace. Dropping the empty glass onto a nearby planter, I reach out and grasp the coolness of the metal and glass railing as I gaze out over the picture-perfect Manhattan skyline without really seeing it.

Instead, the mental images continue to dance in front of me, haunting me like ghosts.

Gale swaying her hips between my legs at the karaoke bar...

Gale looking up at me from the back seat of the taxi, her lips parted, her eyes pulling me in like the cusp of an event horizon...

Gale pushed up against the wall, moaning as my hands explored every—

I clench my eyes shut. Christ... I’m in too deep. I should never've—

"Drake?"

My head snaps around.

Gale — the real Gale — is stood next to me, face creased in concern. "Are you... okay?"

"Fine," I reply, tightening my grip on the railing as I look out into the night again.

I’m the furthest thing from fine. My palms are sweating, my gut feels like it's been tied in knots, and my heart’s going a million miles a minute.

But like hell am I gonna tell her any of that.

"Are you sure?" she asks sceptically. "Because you looked like you were going to throw your guts up over the side of the building just now..."

I snort wryly. "Trust me, I'm good."

The irony of the situation isn’t lost on me.

Neither is the fact that — just like Chris — she seems to have an uncanny habit of being able to read me like an open book... which is weirdly unnerving.

"If you say so, Dr House," she deadpans, lifting her arms up to rest them on the railing next to mine. "But just so we're on the safe side, I'm gonna keep you under observation."

I heave a breath. "Gale, you don't need t—"

"I do," she says softly, glancing up at me. "Because I want to apologise."

I reel back, dumbfounded. "Apologise? What in the hell for?"

"For trying to pry about something that's obviously a sore subject for you," she explains. "I should've just taken the hint and—"

"No," I interject, turning to face her. "You did nothing wrong. I gave you an answer you weren't expecting, so you tried to dive deeper. It was a completely natural reaction to have."

"Then why have you been giving me the cold shoulder for the past hour?" she asks patently.

"I..." I rake my hand through my hair with a sigh. "Because you're right. It is kind of a sore subject for me. But I'm not at liberty to talk about it."

She raises a brow. "Because of the bro-code?"

I blink. Who is this girl?

She throws her head back with a laugh. "Oh, don't look so surprised, bud! I grew up with three older brothers — I know all about your 'secret' ride or die rules." She raises her hands to emphasise 'secret' with sardonic air quotes. "So, I can respect the fact that you don't want to bad-mouth the groom — even if you think he's about to make the biggest mistake of his life."

"Erm, thanks," I mutter finally, managing to recollect myself. "For understanding. Most people wouldn't."

She shrugs up at me with a smile. "I'm not most people."

I swallow. Hard. Don't I know it.

She's close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating off her body, taste the sweet earthiness of her perfume drifting over me, see the chestnut-coloured flecks that ring her irises as I stare into her eyes.

But as strong as the undercurrent of attraction is, I can't let myself get lost in the pull of possibility. Not 'til I've squared my accounts.

"Even so." I pause to clear the sudden hoarseness from my throat. "I shouldn't've cold shouldered you like I did. It was a dick move, and... and I'm sorry."

She shakes her head. "Drake, you don't need t—"

"But I want to," I insist, closing what gap remained between us on autopilot.

"Does that mean you're planning to make it up to me?" she whispers, her breath tickling my mouth as she tilts her face up towards mine.

"One hundred percent," I confirm, reaching up to brush away that same lock of hair that had escaped her up-do again. "I still owe you a proper apology."

Her eyes search mine.

I hold her gaze… waiting… wondering what she'll say.

A slow smile curves at her lips. "In that case, cowboy," she declares, flicking her finger over the underside of my jaw, "you can break it down for me on the dancefloor."

My eyes widen. "Wait... What?"

This isn’t what I'd been expecting. At all.

Her telling me to fuck off? Sure. Buying her a drink, a late-night dinner... Hell, even going back to her place for Netflix and chill had all been on the cards...

But dancing?

At a club?

Especially after she stormed out halfway through my karaoke routine?

No fuckin' way.

"What's the matter, Walker?" she purrs slyly. "You only do solo acts?"

I scoff. "No."

"Should I ask the DJ to put on some Rod Stewart?" she continues conversationally. "Get you in the mood?"

I suppress a groan. "No."

I knew that song choice was gonna come back and bite me in the ass.... I just hadn't expected it to be so soon. But, I guess I deserve it.

"Or do you need to take your shirt off?" She trails her finger down across the buttons at the front with a smirk. "Make yourself more comfortable?"

"Why?" I counter, leaning in. "Is that what you want, Gale...?"

Her eyes widen in the face of my sudden flip of the proverbial table.

"...because if you're lookin' to undress me, there's easier ways to do it," I remind her pointedly, dropping my hands onto the railing on either side of her.

Despite her initial frazzlement, she recovers quickly to meet my gaze coyly. "What makes you think I want to undress you?"

I feel a smile pull at the corner of my mouth. She wants to play it like that, huh?

"You mean apart from the fact that it's written all over you?"

She lifts her chin defiantly. "I think you're imagining things, bud."

"Funny you should say that," I reply with a lupine grin, bending low. "Because I'll bet my bottom dollar that right now, all you're imaginin' is skipping the unnecessary foreplay and diving straight into the main event..."

I hear her breath catch in her throat at the thinly veiled invitation.

"...which is that pool party, right there." I incline my head meaningfully towards the hot tub.

Her jaw drops.

I pull back with a smirk. Turnabout’s fair play, girl.

But in the next instant, that mischievous sparkle ignites her gaze again. And before I can blink, she's up in my space, calling my bluff as she hooks her finger through the front of my shirt.

My heart-rate jumps to 100.

"Or maybe I'm just looking to make you sweat, Walker..." she breathes against my mouth.

All the blood in my veins dives south.

"...and I don't want you to ruin your fancy shirt." She gives the material a sharp tug.

I groan despite myself. Fuck, baby, you can ruin all my shirts...

But before I can grab her, or kiss her, or react in any way, she's already spun away with a sassy smile, pinging the cotton against my chest. "Because you probably got just the one."

I let out an explosive breath.

Sweet Jesus. Somebody needs to put a warning label on this girl!

Because while I can think of a dozen better ways to spend the night than getting bumped around on an overcrowded dancefloor like a pissed off pin ball, my feet are already pulling me back across the terrace after her.

Like the hooked idiot that I am.

Because I can’t say 'no' to her.

And she knows it.

Which meant I’m royally screwed.

The story continues in Chapter 6 - Let It Whip

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- Murudda = idiot / shit for brains

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Shadows (1/?) T.O x OC

TWs: Blood, Violence, Suicidal Thoughts

Leah Hernandez never knew peace.

She’d like to say that she did once, before shit went downhill, but the truth was that her world ended the day she was born. The apocalypse just worsened it, made her act out her worst thoughts, thoughts that hurt herself and other people.

it all started in August, the news of dead people coming back and attacking civilians was quick to spread. But Leah was too focussed on studying and trying to pay her rent to pay attention to what she figured to be fake news.

Until one night one of the infected broke her back door and tried to eat her. That was when she decided that Amarillo, her city, wasn’t a safe option anymore. She didn’t trust the government and their orders, so she was quick to disappear in the woods. Luckily she lived near the border to New Mexico, so she was able to arrive in California before the outbreak became an apocalypse.

Then life took a turn for the worse and took her across the USA border, to Mexico, where she was now. Mexico seemed like a smart idea, at least smarter than staying where she was before, but she quickly realized that she had just signed her death.

A sharp pain in her leg made it quiver before she fell on the ground, snapping away from her thoughts. She lifted the hard fabric of her pants, nearly passing out at the sight of a deep cut going from one side of her leg to the other. The wound was now turning yellow, clearly infected, and made Leah hiss in pain as she tried to cover it with a piece of her shirt. She felt sick to her stomach as she bit her tongue and rolled the piece of clothing around her wound. She had to keep it dry, at least until she found some antibiotics or just a bottle of clean water. But that could take weeks as she was in the middle of nowhere, with very little water and a machete she wasn’t even strong enough to hold anymore as the starvation and the lack of sleep weighed on her shoulders.

She pushed herself up with the little strength she held and started walking again, her skin dry from the burning sun and the mix of sweat, blood and dirt caked on it. She didn’t know whose blood was splattered on her clothes, her skin and her face. It could have been hers or from the people she had lost on her way. Maybe it belonged to the walkers she slayed as she kept walking or maybe it was from the people who tried to get in her way. Or it could be what remained of the walker guts she had to smear on herself to mask herself, a trick she had learnt from an old friend.

All she knew was that it made her sick, the thought of having someone’s dried blood on her. It was wrong, it made her want to peel off her own skin and throw it away. But that was the walkers’ work, she thought with a sigh as she watched a dozen of them walk towards her, their groans making her feel nauseous once again. She tightly gripped to her blade, but it was too heavy and her arms could barely lift it.

I’m already dead, what's the point?

She thought as she lifted her machete just enough to pierce into the first walker’s skull, his blood splashing on her skin.

I should just die already.

Another walker collided with her blade, falling on the ground.

I can’t keep doing this for long.

The horrible splash sound kept repeating over and over as well as her horrible thoughts while a pile of dead walkers started to form around her barely standing figure.

“Drop your weapons.” A low voice commanded as Leah felt a rifle pointed at the back of her head. She was so caught up in the moment that she didn’t hear the jeep that was now parked near her.

“Drop your weapons, ma’m.” The voice repeated, his voice growing inpatient.

Leah stumbled around to meet the ice blue orbits staring at her, the man still pointing his gut at her.

So she did the only obvious thing: she started running.

Adrenaline kicked in for the first time in weeks as she ran past the man, praying that he wouldn’t shoot her as she wasn’t really a threat to him. She was clearly wrong because a second after she started running a rain of bullets came towards her. She started to dodge them, but as the adrenaline eventually started to wash over and the surroundings didn’t offer much repair she had to stop, the shoots stopping a few moments later.

She turned around to face the men that were now advancing towards her, the same man from before leading them.

“Drop your weapons.” He repeated, his rifle pointed at her again.

For a brief second another sick thought flashed in her mind.

Should I slit my own throat before they can catch me alive?

She eventually pushed her idea aside before letting her machete fall on the ground, her eyes still fixed on the man.

Then she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, like something hit her, and everything went dark.

Maybe she should have listened to her intuition and ended her life right then and there.

A/N: First short chapter, hope you like it. I never know how to start a fanfiction so I don't think it turned out to be as good as I had planed but yeah, I'll get better as the chapters go on.

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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August Walker x Roger (oc) x Leilani (asian ofc)

Summary: So... August and Roger have a secret and they both are unable to cope.

Warnings: Some male on male touching/kissing/handjob. Their usual sexual business, with semi rough sex, orgasms, unprotected sex.

A/N: Originally I wasn't going to write this, however @diegos-butt left a comment on one of the last chapters (if I remember correctly) if Roger and August would ever be romantically involved. At first I was like: probably not. But since my brain works like it does and therefore unable to think about something else, I decided to write it. Hope you liked xx

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It happened a few weeks back and neither August nor Roger had spoken one syllable about the incident. It all happened when Leilani wasn’t around, when she was on a spa trip with some friends for three days. It wasn’t an unusual situation, him and Roger being alone without Leilani around. They had fun together: watching a game, going to one if they thought it would be nice or simply have a beer and chat.

However, what August and Roger than did—and what August felt—was deemed highly unusual.

And ever since the incident, he could only think about it. Feeling Roger’s lips, feeling his hand slip passed his waistband and fingers wrapping around his cock.

He hated how much he liked it. Sure, he loved Roger deeply, but never in a million years did he imagine he would feel this about Roger. He would do this with Roger. The common denominator in their sexual relationship was Leilani. They were just great friends. Purely platonic.

August was now reconsidering all that. What were they exactly?

So, naturally, they did not mention it at all. Not when Leilani came back, not when they went to their usual business at ravishing their girl and when they’re working in the cafe. He pretends he forgot about it, when in reality he’s constantly thinking about it.

‘Alright,’ Leilani says, right before closing hours of the cafe, ‘I’ll be back in probably an hour, hour and a half.’

Today she has a meeting for expanding the place and since she is the only one who actually gets the material, because she’s the only one having a degree in it, they all decided it’s for the best if she’s going to the meeting herself. But that decision was made months ago.

Which leaves Roger and August by themselves, a situation which hadn’t occurred since a few weeks. When she left the cafe, Roger clears his throat, before telling August he’ll start doing the dishes.

It shouldn’t be this awkward, but it is.

August eventually turns the sign around from OPEN to CLOSE and lets out a sigh. He locks the door and walks over to the kitchen, seeing Roger there. ‘What’s up?’ Roger asks, as he dries his hands.

‘Nothing.’

Roger halts his motions. ‘Sure?’

It’s the opening for the conversation they should be having, but had yet to have.

‘No,’ August then admits. ‘Not sure actually.’

The rest of the conversation passed without saying a word. It all happened in a blur, but one thing was clear: they had an hour and a lot can happen in an hour. Kisses were shared, shirts were unbuttoned, pants became undone. August didn’t realize how much he missed this, how much he yearned for this, but thankfully, Roger had been showing the same signs of desperation.

They are interrupted by a: ‘Oh dear heavens,’ said by their girl. They both take a step back, quickly making themselves decent. ‘That was quite something,’ she notes, as she still stands in the doorway, clearly taking in the situating that had unfolded in front of her. ‘I’ll leave you two to it and see you upstairs.’

With the world’s greatest pokerface, she makes her way upstairs, which leaves August and Roger be in silence.

♕ ♕ ♕

Leilani is smart enough to not mention it, knowing damn well how confusing it is for the two of them and maybe a little for herself too. She does not show it, which August appreciates. Instead, she’s right there on the bed for them to take when they wanted to. She has her legs spread wide open, waiting for them to ravish her.

No questions asked.

August watches Roger plunging deep inside their Leilani, probably fucking out his own frustrations. There are times where they don’t take turns and take Leilani at the same time, but now August and Roger seem to have an unspoken agreement they should not do that.

Leilani’s moans fill their soundproof bedroom, her eyes tightly closed as she’s already close to her own orgasm. When they got here not long after she accidentally caught them, she was already a soaking wet mess.

It could’ve been a moment for them to discuss it. It probably should’ve been the moment for them to discuss it. But it wasn’t. Leilani is open about her feelings, Roger can be open about his feelings, but August has a harder time showing the insides of his heart. He tries and succeeds sometimes, but there are also times he just shuts down.

Like now.

Her back arches as her toes start to curl, her juices squirting passed Roger’s cock. It’s evident what happened downstairs in the kitchen, had Roger already on edge, because he cums way faster than he normally does, shooting his semen deep inside of her.

While Roger’s cum is still dripping out of her soaking cunt and she is catching her breath, August doesn’t waste a second and slides his throbbing cock inside. Leilani’s moans are caught in her throat, her lips slightly apart, her eyes revealing how far her head is in the clouds.

With one hand he holds her wrists above her head, his other hand almost around her neck, but not entirely. He just needs something, something to show he has everything under control and holding her like this, is that control he needs.

August leans down, slamming his lips on hers and she whines against him, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts.

She’s so incredibly wet and it doesn’t take August long to realize Roger’s cum probably contributed to that. When she clenches around him, already losing control again, his own orgasm nears way sooner than he anticipated. He totally bottoms out, mixing his semen with the remainders of Roger’s.

Leilani lets out an exhausted sigh and after a quick breather, they all fall right into their routine. Roger cleans her up, pulls the towel from underneath her and August takes off his prosthetics. Leilani was quick to fall asleep against August, her cunt still filled with their cum. August could fully relax now, but that didn’t happen. He turns his head to Roger, who stares at the ceiling, with his hand on Leilani’s hip.

So, they don’t mention it.

♕ ♕ ♕

More weeks pass by, which means more weeks of Roger and August denying everything and Leilani pretending she does not know anything about it. August wonders if she goes over it inside her brain over and over again like he does.

Does it turn her on as much as it turns him on? Does Roger still think about it?

They fall back into the only piece of normalcy that is left of their sex life: Roger and August fucking Leilani. The unspoken agreement of taking turns on her slowly dissolves. They get in sync fast and it’s always something to see Leilani take them both at the same time like it’s nothing.

It’s normal.

When watching Leilani under their mercy, they can work together, they can be civil and normal, but other than that? They don’t know how to behave, especially when August just wants to kiss him again.

After coming back from his physical therapy session, August watches the two of them from the doorway. While Roger becomes needy when he keeps a secret, August distances himself. He hates himself for distancing himself from the two. It doesn’t only affect himself, but it affects them too.

He sees Roger hugging Leilani from behind as she’s standing near the counter.

While August went to the physical therapist, Roger and Leilani appear to have a bit of alone time with just the two of them. While those moments happen less and less, they are still essential for their relationship. The times Roger is at therapy, August and Leilani usually spend their time naked and together.

Times when Leilani isn’t around, were usually spend just hanging out. But what could the future hold? Before August’s mind can wander there, Leilani must’ve noticed him there, because she turns around.

‘August!’ she exclaims, a wide smile appearing on her face as she is wearing nothing but a thin satin dress. ‘You’re back? How was it?’

He places his bag on the table. ‘It was good, sweetheart, thanks for asking.’ He walks up to the pair and gives Leilani a kiss, a ritual he always does when he gets home.

August then looks at Roger. Seconds tick by, without either of them making a move. Leilani is closely watching their every step. ‘Hi Roger,’ he then says.

‘Hi August.’

August clears his throat. ‘I missed you.’

Roger nods. ‘I missed you too.’

Leilani blinks her eyes, still without saying a word.

And then August does it, pressing a single kiss on Roger’s lips. Roger appears to be a little shocked, however he smiles when August lets go. ‘I see,’ Roger notes.

They exchange shy smiles, while Leilani takes both of their hands. ‘Can I finally talk about the elephant in the room we masterfully ignored for weeks on end?’

August chuckles. ‘Sure, go ahead.’

‘This took you guys long enough,’ she tells them, ‘but you know how I think it’s important to take your time and only do things when you are a hundred percent ready. But, now that this is out in the open, I have many things for us to try, because you have no idea how long I have been wanting this to happen.’ She lets out an excited squeal, before she squeezes their hands. ‘And I know, I know, baby steps, but let me know when you’re ready and I’ll tell you all about the plans I’ve got for us.’

♕ ♕ ♕

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asirensrage · 1 year

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The Next Choice!

Well, we chose the genre (Dark!Fic and canon character x oc) so now it's time to pick the characters!

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cardierreh15 · 3 months

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Post Human

Hey yall 🫣☺️

***I do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Mentions Of Parental Loss , Violence , Gore , Other than That— Great Conversation between the two 🥰

Pairing: August Walker x Roslyn (Black!Female Oc)

Description: Roslyn gets caught up with training August on becoming a Herding Master.

Word Count: 4.1K

Song: Pretty Places by Aly & AJ

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Knock, Knock.

The sudden knocking caused Roslyn’s head to pop up tiredly. She snapped her head over to see if Ellie was here but her bed was perfectly made. Clear evidence that she hadn’t even been there the previous night.

Rolling her eyes, she grumbled tired gibberish and rubbed her face. The knock returned.

‘Ugh! I’m coming, I’m coming damn.’

She shoved the comforter off of her lap and stumbled her way out of bed before dragging herself tiredly to the door.

‘Goddammit, Ellie! I ain’t gone keep—‘

Roslyn pulled the door open to see Maria standing there with her arms folded across her chest with an eyebrow raised.

‘Maria!’ She said surprised as she quickly looked back and stepped down to shut the door behind her. Now she would have to make up a quick lie to save her sister’s ass. ‘I didn’t know you were… making house calls today!’

‘Right…’ Maria said as she stepped back and placed her hands on her hips, ‘Ellie in there?’ She asked, jerking her head towards the door.

Roslyn looked back once again, ‘Y-yeah! She’s sleeping. Y’know— us girls gotta get our beauty rest!’ She gave Maria a gentle punch on the arm as she tried to keep up this facade. If Ellie wasn’t here, she knew exactly where she was and she wasn’t going to sell her out like that.

‘Hmm. Whatever, look. I don’t care if she’s not here. I’ll just simply give you the job.’ She shrugged.

Ros raised a brow, her face instantly hardening. ‘Job? What job?’

‘Oh. It’s nothing you can’t handle! I’m gonna have you riding with August today.’

It had been about 2 weeks since the boys arrived and from what Ros gathered, they were pretty level headed and respectful. They did any and everything Tommy and Maria told them to do. They were almost like the kids they never had!

Even with Mike’s injury, he did the best he could.

Since the day at the bar, August and Roslyn haven’t really spoken. Just when they’d walk past it was always a “hi” or “bye” but they never stuck around for casual conversation.

But that was all about to change.

‘What?! Why can’t he ride with Jesse?! Dina?’

‘Because I have them on different projects today.’

Roslyn let out an annoyed, soulful sigh. As much as she loved her sister, she wanted to wring her neck like a rag.

‘Besides, it’ll give you a better opportunity to get to know him. He’s a very nice guy, Ros. You can’t be hard on everyone who shows up here. His past may not have been great but— we can use him and his brother. I just need your help.’

‘Oh? I know Ms. “I don’t beg anyone for nothing” ain’t beggin’ right now?’

‘I ain’t beggin. It’s a demand. Now, go on now. Meet him at the gymnasium. He spends most of his mornings there.’ She retorted before spinning on the toes of her boots and walking down the steps.

Roslyn grimaced, holding back the litter of curse words that so desperately ached to burn her lips but instead she shouted, ‘Maria! You owe me for this!’

‘More like Ellie does! Hurry up! Y’all better be gone by 10!’ She hollered back.

***

Roslyn was lacing up her boots when she heard the knob turn. Ellie had just walked into the door with the silliest grin on her face.

‘Hello big sis! Anyone came by lookin’ for me?’ Ellie chimed.

Ros breathed through her nose as she stood up and grabbed her coat off the bed. ‘Yes! In fact, someone did!’

‘Who?’

‘Maria.’ She hissed at the name, it bringing her great disdain in the moment.

‘Maria?! What the hell she doin’ here on a Tuesday for?’

‘She sendin’ me on training patrol with August. She was here for you… but she insisted I did it instead.’

Ellie’s green eyes grew slightly at the impactful news. ‘No shit! Well…’

‘It’s fine… don’t even worry about it I guess. It’s said now.’

‘Hey, quit it! Look,’ Ellie sighed out as she pushed her hair out of her face, ‘I’ll make it up to you. Somehow.’

Roslyn’s head fell to the side slightly. She tried her best to remain serious but Ellie began to make silly faces. A smirk managed to curl up on her face and eventually, a laugh escaped her.

‘Alright. Fine. I forgive you I guess! But when I get back, tell me about your night with Dina?’

‘It’s a deal!’

***

Roslyn walked into the training center, smiling as she walked over to the desk where Dan sat snacking on what had seemed to be a breakfast burrito.

‘Top of the morning’, Dan!’

‘Heya kiddo! How yer’ doin’?’ He asked with a grin spread across his lips.

‘Maria’s got me pulling patrol three days in a row.’ She huffed out, ‘You can only imagine how I’m feelin’.’

‘Mmm. I am sorry to hear that but whatever boss lady says, goes.’

‘Yeah. Anyway, is Walker around? Maria told me I could find him here.’

‘Yup. Sign in for me, he’ll be in the weight room.’

Roslyn picked up the pin and signed her name along the line. ‘Thank you, Dan.’

She walked into the weight room of the gymnasium, her eyes scanning the room only to find him pulling his body up over the pull-up bar.

A thin sheet of sweat covered his arms and back with a few droplets sliding down his skin. His trapezius muscles flexing and pulling with every movement. She’d also taken note of those familiar pink star-like scars on his shoulder and back. Then, there was another scar on his lower waistline that had to be 3 inches long. All of them had seemed to be stitched and patched up pretty clean so they must’ve occurred way before his rebellion.

Curiosity befell her. She’d be sure to ask about it later on. But right now she was admiring what God had created. A single drop of sweat cascaded down his spine and she felt her chest tighten at the sight.

Sure, she’s seen men like this— in their prime and what not but he had it all!

For now, she balled all of that up and puffed up her chest. Roslyn walked over to him with her chin high and unphased. ‘Walker!’

August glanced down when he heard his name being called. He was not expecting to see her here. ‘Roslyn!’ He’d let go of the bar and turned to face her, revealing his thick curly chest hair that was drenched in sweat. And this detailed moth tattoo right below his sternum resting at the center of his torso. That was an interesting choice.

‘I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Where’s Ellie?’

Roslyn held her breath for a second, keeping her eyes on his which somehow equally melted her all the same.

‘Ellie couldn’t make it. So I’ll be accompanying you today.’

‘Oh! Well, gimme a few minutes and I’ll meet you at the Stables?’

‘Fine by me.’ She gave him a small smile with a nod.

***

She’d been pacing back and forward, creating infinite tracks in the snow until he heard her name being called.

‘Roslyn!’

She lifted her head to see August jogging in her direction. She then looked at her watch. It was 9:55AM. At least he made it before 10.

‘You’re late, Walker!’

‘Yeah! I know. I’d figured you wouldn’t want to be training some funky dude so I took a quick shower.’

Well, at least he cared about his hygiene. A lot of dudes in this day in age ain’t care too much bout it since everyone was on death row.

She looked up at him as she tried to fight that smile, but it fell through when she giggled, ‘You’re right. I don’t want to be smelling onions, garlic and horseradish. Thanks for the consideration. Let’s go.’

The pair chuckled as they walked together inside of the stables to retrieve their steeds.

Roslyn greeted her horse with a beaming smile as he neighed and nickered.

‘Kentaro.’ She placed her hand on his jaw and gave him a firm pat on his shiny jet black coat, ‘I know you’re tired my boy. But, one more day?’ She whispered as she gently rubbed at his black snout.

He let out a huff of air and nudged her gently.

‘Thank you.’ She giggled and placed a kiss on his jaw before unlocking his stable and grabbing his reins.

Once she made it to the saddle rack, she placed hers on Kentaro’s back and strapped it down.

Suddenly, she snapped her head over at the aggressive neighing, squealing and nickering in the stables.

August was trying to calm down his horse along with others but she was anxious.

Roslyn handed off her reins to Jesse and jogged back into the stables. She snatched the reins out of the keeper’s hand and raised her hands to let her know that she was not a threat.

‘Shhh. Shhhh. Hey, girl. Shhhh.’

Once she began to calm down, Roslyn rubbed at her brown spotted jaw. ‘Shhhh, it’s okay girl. He is no threat. See? Look— Walker!’

August’s eyes grew before he looked at the trainers and keepers. He pressed his index finger at his chest, mouthing the word, ‘me?’

Roslyn let out a gentle giggle and nodded, ‘Gimme your hand.’ She lend out her palm to him, watching as he stared at her then the horse skeptically. ‘I promise she’s sweet when you get to know her.’

He hesitantly placed his large calloused palm into hers and allowed her to guide his hand over to the side of her neck.

The horse let out a gentle whine before letting out a heavy huff from her snout.

‘Shhh. It’s okay girl…that’s it Hera. That’s a sweet girl.’ Ros looked over at August with a gentle smile as his nervousness seemed to fade but was replaced with relief. A gentle smile curled on his lips. ‘I told you. She’s never really been great with men. I guess the more testosterone you carry, the more you give her the ick.’ She giggled before throwing him a wink.

August chuckled as he scratched beneath her jaw, ‘Well, that’s quite the ironic name. Don’t worry, Hera. We’re going to be the best of friends ya?’

Roslyn smiled softly, placing the reins in his hand. ‘Go head and get your saddle. Meet me by the gate when you're finished.’

August gave her a gentle smile, ‘You got it!’ He watched her spin off and walk off towards the gate. Even a blind man could see that he was checking her out. Watching as her hips swayed and her glutes tighten and relax, followed by a jiggle with each step.

She was quite dreamy.

Hera nudged August’s chest, causing him to let out a winded grunt then a chuckle, ‘Alright girl. Let’s get out of here.

***

Roslyn climbed Kentaro and sat down comfortably. She then leaned over to give him an encouraging clap on his neck. ‘Such a good boy.’

‘You talk to all your men like that?’

She looked back to see August well acquainted with Hera; sitting high and mighty on his brand new saddle. She could admit, he looked damn good on top of a horse. With his straight posture and broad shoulders. He belonged there. And she had a gut feeling that he belonged here too.

‘Maybe I do.’ Ros retorted with a sly smirk. ‘I see you finally got on with Hera. How she holdin’ up?’

‘Just fine.’

‘Good.’ She nodded before she looked over at Jesse, ‘Get that gate open, we outta here.’

‘Alright. You guys be careful out there and August, stay vigilant.’

August waved his hand once, ‘No need to warn me. I’ve witnessed enough to make an Army Ranger cry.’

Jesse stared at him with a blank glare. As if that was something to be proud of. But at least he knew how to deal with the dangers beyond the compound.

‘Alright.’ Jesse turned and waved his arm towards the guards at the gate, ‘Open ‘er up!’

Roslyn smirked and looked over at August, ‘Army Ranger huh?’

He gave her a gentle shrug.

She shook her head with her smirk unwavering, watching as they pulled the large wooden gate apart. ‘Seem to shut him up pretty good. Nice one.’

‘Hmph. Thanks.’

The both of them gently kicked at the ribs of their horses, causing them to trot on with their handlers at their reins.

‘Wow!’ August breathed out gently, ‘Look at that incredible view.’

‘It is breathtaking isn’t it? You guys didn’t have views like this in Washington?’

‘We did. It just rained a lot in Seattle. And if we weren't on patrol then we weren’t spending our time looking at the wonders of the world. It was too fucked up out there and we didn’t need that constant reminder… or at least that’s what Isaac lodged in our heads.’

‘Mmf. Sounds like a master manipulator at its finest.’

‘You don’t even know the half.’ August scoffed and rolled his eyes, ‘If only my father knew. Stubborn old fool.’

She pressed her lips together, ‘I’m sorry… about your loss.’

August looked over at her with a perplexed glare, ‘My father’s not dead!’ He hissed.

‘Oh! Oh my god, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have—‘

An exaggerated cackle left August’s lips, startling Roslyn in the process.

‘Wh—what’s so funny?!’ She barked back.

‘You should see the look on your face!’ He laughed so hard, one would think he’d fall off that damn horse. ‘I’m kidding. He’s been dead for quite some time now.’ He added, recovering from his heartfelt giggle.

Roslyn rolled her eyes, holding back a giggle of her own, ‘You’re such an ass.’

‘Maybe but hey, at least I know how to make light out of situations. Y’know? Sometimes I forget he’s dead.’

‘Why?’

‘He was hard on me and Mike after mom died. It was like… something snapped inside of him. He used to be a good man. I believed a lot of his choices were for the greater good but… at the cost of our sanity. I’d prefer him not to be there honestly.’

She hated to hear these stories. It was repetitive really. It appeared more and more people had shitty parents than the good ones.

Perhaps this world just created shitty people.

‘That… sucks.’

‘Meh. I think I turned out pretty good.’ He said daft with this goofy grin spread across his lips.

‘Something tells me you didn’t though.’ Roslyn laughed out, ‘But you have to be some kind of crazy to survive nowadays.’

‘Exactly! You get me.’ He chuckled softly. ‘So what about you? Where are your people?’

She should’ve braced herself for that one. Roslyn didn't like talking about what happened to her parents but over the years, the more she spoke of them, the more healed she felt.

‘They’re gone too. Apparently my parents knew Joel and Tommy from way back when. Used to work together I guess. Apparently they were ripped apart by a bloater.’

‘Jesus.’

‘Yeah. In my parents' written will, they wanted Joel to be my Godfather… If anyone believes in that shit nowadays…’ she sighed out, ‘So— he’s my dad!’

‘Fucking hell. Were yall close at least? Got good memories together?’

‘Yeah… some good ones. I mean it’s hard to create anything good in … this.’ Roslyn gestured her hand out towards the open, referring to what this world had become over the last 15 years.

‘I hear you there.’ August added in a remorseful manner. ‘I’m sorry to hear about your parents. It sucks that all the good people have to go. Unfortunately I’ve been a part of the problem.’

Roslyn’s head snapped over at August, her pretty hazel eyes narrowing as she processed his words. ‘You’ve killed innocent people?’

He parted his lips to speak but hesitated as if he’s trying to find the appropriate words.

‘Not because I’ve wanted to. The way we were trained… anyone beyond those walls were a threat and had to be eliminated if found insufficient of use.’ He shook his head softly, ‘And if we failed to follow those orders well… you know the rest.’

‘Damn. That is rough. At least you're here though… you’re already turning your life around. I say… A win is a win!’

August smiled and nodded, ‘I guess you’re right.’

***

The pair scaled up the worn down path on the side of the mountain. From this point on, they were quiet and kept their eyes peeled.

Luckily, they made it all the way up to the small town’s grocery market. One of Jackson’s checkpoints.

‘Alright.’ Roslyn pulled her reins to a stop and hopped down. ‘We —‘

Suddenly, a loud screech and clicking echoed on the other side of the aluminum door.

The pair snapped their heads over towards the supermarket. Both letting out a shuddered breath in angst.

‘Grab your shotgun. Ain’t no telling what’s behind that door. We need all the fire power we got.’

August gave her a nod and quickly snatched up his weapons off of his steed and made sure they were loaded up.

Before the horses could grow restless from the constant noise and attract more infected, she smacked the rump of Kentaro and did just the same for Hera. They took off running with only the sound of hooves echoing in the space around them.

‘OK.’ She let out a shuddered breath, taking a step closer to him. ‘Don’t let your guard down. I was just here in the past few days and they’re back again. There has to be a nest nearby but it’ll take more than just us to clear it.’

‘Alright. What-whoa…’

‘Yes?’

‘Are you ok?’ August asked in concern.

‘Yeah. Another day in paradise am I right? Come on. The sooner we can clear this out, the sooner we can reach our final checkpoint. Cool?’

‘Cool.’ He gave her a reassuring smile, ‘Good Luck to you.’

Roslyn returned the smile and nodded before turning around, ‘You too… we’re damn sure gonna need it.’

Once the two carefully made their way into the space, she did a head count of two clickers and three runners. ‘Alright,’ she whispered, ‘You take those guys over there. And I got these three.’

‘What?’ August hissed quietly, ‘That’s three on one!’

‘I’ve handled worse! Plus, I’m here to train you remember? Just if I get hemmed up, help me out!’

August let out a long deep breath through his nose as he peaked over the counter to see the runners groaning in anguish. ‘OK. I got you. Just watch your ass!’

‘Of course.’ She whispered, ‘Now, go!’

The two skulked down the aisles. Making sure not to step on any glass or slip on any water. And one by one, they began to take out the runners first. They could be very overwhelming in numbers, but once removed from the equation, Clickers would have their undivided attention.

Roslyn pulled out her dagger slowly, letting out a shallow breath. ‘Here. We. Go.’ She whispered as she once again began to creep behind the infected to catch them by surprise.

But her luck had to run out eventually right?

With her being only 3ft away, she stepped on a thick piece of glass, causing it to crack beneath her weight. The sound caused the cordecyp’s host to stop clicking and stand up right from it’s hunched over posture. In that moment, she knew she fucked up.

‘Shit.’

The clicker turned to face her in record time, screeching in her face before knocking the dagger out of Roslyn’s hand.

‘Aah! FUCK!! WALKER!’ She exclaimed as the clicker found a grip on her and tried to sink its strangely structured teeth into her.

She pressed her hands into its chest, trying to combat that unnatural strength and fight back but it was unmatched!

But before it could take that fatal chomp, August shot it with his shotgun.

It didn’t kill the clicker, but August had all of it’s attention now.

‘Come get me you ugly son of a bitch!’

Flailing its arms and shrieking to hell, the Clicker limped over towards August before blowing its head to smithereens; pieces of Cordecyps growth, brain matter and blood splattered on anything that stood in a close proximity.

Once it had collapsed, it continued to click and twitch but not for long.

‘Fuck, I hate those fucking things.’ Roslyn grumbled as she glared down at the host’s lifeless body.

‘You alright?’

‘I’m OK.’ She said.

‘You bit?’

‘Not today.’ Ros sighed, ‘Thanks for the help.’

‘Yeah, anytime.’

Finally, when she felt like the air was circulating in her lungs she placed her hand over her chest, ‘Whoo! No matter how many times you do this shit, no matter how trained you are— every day is a different day with these fuckers.’

‘Ain’t that the truth.’

‘You get these bodies thrown in the ditch in the back. There’s some matches and lighter fluid on the grill out back. I’m gonna go get us signed in.’

‘Copy that!’

She gave him a firm nod before walking in the office and signing down their names. Then she jotted down how many infected she and August took down today.

Roslyn plopped down in the office chair and ran her hand over her face tiredly. ‘I’m getting too old for this shit.’

Pfft, poor girl ain’t even 27 yet.

***

13:49 (1:49PM)

The last 2 checkpoints were a breeze. A couple of stragglers here and there but nothing they couldn’t handle.

Roslyn and August sat in silence, feeling the weight of the day settling on their shoulders.

She was sitting on a milk crate looking down at her watch as he walked over and pulled his weight on top of the counter.

‘What time do we head back to the compound?’

Ros was filing her crooked fingernails, ‘We head back around 14:30. We’ve got to beat nightfall and the cold.’

No one ever really stayed the night in the mountains. The frigid cold was enough to literally kill someone, even at the end of summer. Plus, no one ever wanted to find out what lurked in the shadows of these woods.

‘Hey, can I ask you a question?’ Roslyn asked as she stopped filing.

‘Sure. Go head.’

‘What happened to you?’

August blinked at the question, trying to process it just like anybody else would in this time. This life was heavy and she didn’t know a lot about him. But he was open to tell her anything she was curious to know.

‘What happened to me meaninggggg?’ He scoffed.

Realizing that he could’ve possibly taken her question offensive, she waved her hands in disarray, ‘oh! No, no. That’s not what I meant…’ her face heated up in embarrassment.

‘I saw— the gunshot scars and the other one… I was just curious about the story behind them.’

‘Aaah.’ August said aloud, ‘You mean those.’

Roslyn nodded with a soft smile, ‘Yeah. But if you’re uncomfortable with sharing you—‘

‘Oh no! It’s fine. The gunshots I had gotten just a year ago with a run in with the Scars and that gash was from my dad.’

Her eyes grew in shock, a lump sitting in her throat. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.

‘Yo-your dad? As in your father?! How could he do such a thing?!’

August glanced off to the side and let out a heavy sigh, ‘I don’t know. He was drunk and he attacked my brother who was just 15 at the time. I guess I was beating his ass too badly, he had to take a knife to me.’

‘Wow. Holy shit August!’

‘Mmm. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.. I know I was doing the right thing.’

‘You were protecting your brother! Of course you were doing the right thing!’

‘Yeah, I know. I never doubt that. I’d just wished he wasn’t the man he was before he died.’

Roslyn’s brows tugged into one, her face showing all the signs of empathy and even feeling it in her heart.

And he was right. Bad things do happen to good people. But at least he was here and not with his father.

‘Wait!’ He exclaimed, sitting up straight; his face now beaming bright as the sun.

‘What?’

‘You just said my name! Looks like I’m warming up to you after all!’

She didn’t even realize it until he pointed it out. Maybe it was just a heartfelt moment with him being vulnerable and all, she didn’t need to keep it professional any longer.

Letting out a small giggle, Roslyn shook her head and shrugged, ‘Maybe I decided that I don’t need to address you as if I’m your boss or something but a friend instead.’

‘A friend huh?’ He repeated, his deep blue hues gentle and welcoming.

‘Yeah. A friend.’

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Pairings: Roger Taylor X OC (Scarlett Walker); George Harrison X OC (Star Walker)

Rating: Mature (See Notes, Muses & Warnings for the actual warnings)

POV: Scarlett, Star, Third, Elaina

Warning: self-harm & substance abuse

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April 4th, 1969- ✌︎︎♡︎ Scarlett's POV

Paul and John came back from their honeymoon. The fashion show went well. Ringo and George showed up, which made the press go wild. This drove Anne crazy because she wasn't the center of attention, but Kelly talked to them and didn't mind. It was a rainy day in London, and Star picked me up after work. We would've Family night at Ringo's this week, but the lads had to catch up on their album since they went on a holiday or got married. Star and I walked into the lads screaming and Ringo looking like he was about to kill someone.

"Rock, paper, scissors on who goes into that," Star said.

"No, let's just team up," I walked into the room.

"Okay, before any of you guys kill each other, each of you at one of the corners," I yelled; the lads looked at me, and Star and I raised my eyebrow. I'm really tired of them fighting; honestly, it's so tiring since I'm the one who is always stopping the fight. They all walked to a corner and sat there like little children. I pinched the bridge of my nose, "What happened today."

"Oh, I can tell you!" John rose his hand like a little kid trying to get called by the teacher, then pointed at George, "He and Pattie broke up, then he-"

"He's been having a fucking affair with my fucking wife since August!" Ringo screamed. I turned to Star, who was on the verge of tears.

✌︎︎♡︎ Star's POV

"He's been having a fucking affair with my fucking wife since August!" Ringo screamed as I felt my heart drop. This fucking asshole! This whole time he's been fucking Mo?! I felt a heaviness in my eyes; I looked over at George, who looked down as soon as my eyes hit his.

"Un-fucking-believable," I turned around and ran out of the studio. I got to my car and placed my head on the steering wheel, feeling the cold tears fall down my face. I feel betrayed; Mo knows how I feel about George, she always knew, and she still does this? I knew I should've kept my feelings in check! The sadness became anger, and I started to hit on my steering wheel in frustration before going home. Once I got to the flat, I stormed into my room and plopped on my bed. I dug my face in my pillow, bursting into tears. Why am I never good enough? Can he fucking tell me he doesn't want to be with me?

✌︎︎♡︎

"Star!" I yelled as Star stormed out. I turned right to George; my anger went through my body. I warned him and told him to stop doing this to Star!

"What's wrong with Star?" John looked at George and me, as I ignored John.

"I fucking told you, Harrison, if you hurt her again, I'll fucking kill you!" I lunged at George as Paul, Ringo, and John grabbed me to keep George safe from me.

"Lottie calm down," Ringo grabbed onto me; I calmed down and walked to the other side of the room. The four men resumed their fight. I just observed them fighting and thinking. I had it! I'm done with the fighting, the constant breaking each other, the toxicity this band brought into the Family!

"That's enough!" I yelled as they all looked at me, "Can there be one fucking day where you guys aren't fighting? I can't do this anymore! I had it! Star and I have been called out of work because of your fights. I'm sick of it!"

"Scarlett..." Paul tried to get soft with me, but I could not do it anymore.

"No. I'm done. Talk to me when you guys are done fighting," I bolted out of the studio. I ran home, which was a half-hour walk but a faster run. I was soaked when I got to my flat, but I didn't care. I darted into Star's room. She was cuddling with her pillow, her eyes were puffy, and the tears were still falling down her face.

"Why am I never good enough for him," She cried.

"Oh, no, Star, you are. It's just, he's too stupid to see," I walked over and started to rub her back.

"He dumps me so he could be with Pattie, then once his marriage is over, he sleeps over, tries to shag me, kisses me. He says I'm so beautiful and shows me a song supposedly written for me. Meanwhile, he's fucking Mo and doing god knows what with her." Star cried, "I'm clearly not good enough for him."

"Don't say that. George is just being a stupid boy," I sighed.

"Yeah, but I'm stupidly in love with that stupid boy!" Star yelled. We talked a bit more, and we both decided to forget what happened and have a twin date. We decided to go to the Premier, I went to start her car, and that's when I saw the lads fighting out front of my building.

"Unbelievable!" I screamed as they all looked at me with innocent smiles on their faces.

"We listen to what you said, and you were right," John innocently smiled, "We fight too much."

"And we want to apologize for how we have been acting," Paul finished.

"Great, tell me that when you mean it," I crossed my arms, "Because you guys clearly don't."

"Well, you shouldn't be mad for us fighting," John stated.

"I have to if I'm always breaking it up!" I snapped, "And the more you guys fight, show more of my worst nightmare."

"That is?" John asked.

"All of your fucking egos will break up our family because it is slowly but surely breaking," I stated, "And right now, I can't stand some of your decisions."

"What did I do?" John asked.

"I don't know, preaching about peace and love and saying how you never wanted to become your father, but that is exactly what you are doing to Julian!" I yelled; Ringo started to giggle as I went off on John, "Ringo, you're not innocent either!"

"I didn't do anything," Ringo shrugged.

"You knew if you told Star about George and Mo, you would upset her, and that would get to George," I turned to him, "You played your sister's emotions to get back at him. Who would do that?"

"And you. I am so sick of you right now. I am holding everything back, so I don't pound you to the ground," I turned to George. George looked down at his feet, "She's so hung up on you! It's breaking her. At the end of her relationships, she would say, 'they're not like Geo' or 'Geo wouldn't have done that' I had to sit with her, crying on my shoulder because she thinks she's not good enough for you!"

"That's not true," George told me.

"Then show it!" I yelled.

"Y'know, you're not innocent either, miss little perfect. How could your dad feel about your lifestyle? Hm? Ms. I'm all innocent and shit until something more tempting comes my way," Paul looked at me, "Do you forget you forged our signatures to get money from girls at your school? Or did you forget that you fell off the edge of the earth with Elaina once you got to Uni and doing god knows what? Do you think your dad would be proud of that?"

"Oh shut up, you don't get to say that," I snapped at Paul.

"Why, cause I'm right?" Paul looked at me.

"No, because how would your mum feel when she finds out her son is a manipulative little bitch that gives zero fucks when it comes to loyalty?" I looked at Paul, "Jane left you because your perfectionism became so controlling, and you couldn't keep it in your damn pants. At least my dad knows I listened to him about loyalty."

𑁍TW: Self-H@rm𑁍

"Well, how would your dad like it about the cutting?" Ringo coughed as I glared at him.

"What?" John looked at Ringo, then me.

"Shut up," I looked at Ringo.

"Oh yeah, when ms little perfect falls rock bottom in her depression, she doesn't get out of it with our help. Instead, she cuts." Ringo glared at me.

"Fuck you," I glared at Ringo. It wasn't his business to tell them.

"What the fuck, Scarlett?" John looked at me.

"Oh, just spare it," I sighed.

"Spare it? How come you didn't come to me?" John looked at me.

"Oh yeah, remember when you knew a girl was cutting and yelled at her in public to roll down her sleeves? I'm not an idiot," I crossed my arms, "Plus, If I told you anything more about my mental health, you would look at me as even more fragile than you already do!"

It became silent; we all knew nothing else to be said; I looked down at the ground, thinking.

"We're supposed to be a family. We're not supposed to be fighting on the pavement, yelling at each other about what we all did wrong. We're not supposed to get into almost fistfights every day. We're not supposed to pick and choose sides, and we don't play with each other's emotions!" I looked at them, "Family doesn't start affairs with another family member's wife! Or fucking dreads seeing everyone all together because of the clusterfuck that is bound to happen! This Family is getting too toxic, and I already was in one. I don't need another."

"Well, maybe we're not Family. We never were. We just said it," John spoke, and everyone looked at John.

"I guess we're not," I started to play with my ring, then walked up to John. I took off the ring and put it in his hand.

"I'm done. I can't stand this anymore. I'm done living a lie of the perfect Family because we're not," I walked past the men after John grabbed my ring.

"Scarlett, I didn't mean it. Come back. Where are you going?" John cried out.

"Away from you guys, I can't even stand to look at you anymore," I turned to the four men and walked away.

✌︎︎♡︎

I walked down the steps and heard screaming. I stayed in the building overhang where I was not seen, but I could overhear.

"We're supposed to be a family. We're not supposed to be fighting on the pavement, yelling at each other about what we all did wrong. We're not supposed to get into almost fistfights every day. We're not supposed to pick and choose sides, and we don't play with each other's emotions! Family doesn't start affairs with another family member's wife or fucking dread seeing everyone all together because of the clusterfuck that is bound to happen! This Family is getting too toxic, and I already was in one. I don't need another." I heard Scarlett's voice crack.

"Well, maybe we're not Family. We never were. We just said it." I heard John say. My heart sank when I heard that.

"I guess we're not," I could hear the tears from Scarlett's voice trembling, then I could hear footsteps, "I'm done. I can't stand this anymore. I'm done living a lie of the perfect Family because we're not."

I gasped, put my hand over my mouth, and fought the tears that wanted to come down.

"Scarlett, I didn't mean it. Come back. Where are you going?" I heard John screaming.

Then I heard Scarlett scream, "Away from you guy, I can't even stand to look at you guys anymore!"

"You guys should be ashamed of yourself," I walked out from my hiding spots, and the four men turned to me.

"What did you hear?" John asked. I walked up to John, seeing Scarlett's ring in his hand.

"I heard from were not family," I looked at the ring in John's hand.

"I didn't mean it," John said, "Please believe me."

"I do, but it's true," I looked into John's eyes, "We need a break from you guys. We can't stand you guys anymore."

"Star Judith, don't you dare," John started as I took off my ring, placed it in his palm, and closed his hand.

"We had a good run," I teared up, "See you guys when I see you."

I walked upstairs and closed the door. I slid down the door and broke down crying.

"It's going to be okay," Elaina walked out and hugged me.

"No, it isn't. Scarlett and I just gave up on the lads!" I teared up. 𑁍TW: substance abuse𑁍 I got up, went to my room, grabbed my bag of drugs for when I go out, then started to dump it. Elaina looked at me as I sat on the couch and rummaged through my pile.

"Are you just going to stare the whole night or wanna get wasted?" I looked at her.

"Depends. What do you got?" Elaina asked.

"Weed, Coke, LSD, and acid joint, practically anything I can snort, smoke, or swallow," I shrugged as Elaina sat next to me, and we started to do rounds of coke and shared the bottle. Soon as the alcohol and coke went into my system, I could feel numbness, and the sensation was exquisite.

Third Person POV

The lads just stood there in the rain, trying to process what happened. Their clothes are drenched, and so is their hair.

"We fucked up, they were the best part of our lives, and we fucked up," John clutched the twins' rings.

"Star said they just needed a break, George and Ringo took a break, and they came back," Paul assured.

"Yeah, because we talked to one of the twins before we left!" George and Ringo both screamed, and the lads started to point fingers at whose fault it was for the twins leaving. They all went home and plopped into their beds, crying as they all regretted the actions they had made leading up to the twins leaving them. When Paul ran into his house, he ran right to bed and closed the door. When Linda walked in to see what was wrong, Paul told her everything and started to cry. John got home, and Yoko was waiting in the living room as he told her to do. John closed the door, gently placed the twins' rings on a countertop, and broke down crying. When Ringo came home, he went to his room, and Maureen walked in. Even though she has been unfaithful, she still loves Ringo, and he isn't so innocent when infidelity. She comforts him as Ringo sobs, telling Maureen what has happened. George was different. He's divorcing Pattie. George was planning to ask out Star, which would not happen anymore. He got home, grabbed a bottle of brandy, and started to down the bottle. He began to cry and knew he had messed up. The only thing we wanted to do was eat ice cream, make fun of cartoons with Scarlett, cuddle up with Star and fall asleep calm and happy. Once the brandy started to kick in, George drove to Apple to pick up one of the Apple scruffs practically living there. He brought the scruff home and started to get comfort out of her, still having Star glued in his mind.

Scarlett's POV

After running out of the fight, I went on a bus and ended up at Roger's flat. I'm drenched head to toe with rain and tears. My face had my makeup running down. I knocked on the door, and Roger opened it, and I could see his face soften.

"What happened?" He frowned.

"I got in a fight with the lads, and I now no longer talk to them," I looked down, started, and showed my hand, "I gave them my ring back and told them to have a great life."

Roger grabbed me and pulled me into a long hug; I cried on his shoulder. Poor Roger is now soaked because of me.

"Why don't you come in and you can get change, okay?" Roger looked at me with his big blue eyes. I nodded, and we walked in. Roger shared a flat with three guys named Geoff, Les, and Pete. Les is why Roger met Brian and Tim, which led up to meeting me. I've never actually met them but heard how they live there. Roger kept his arm around me and moved up close to Roger. He snuck us into his room, but as we passed the front room, some noises came out of the room. We got to Roger's room, and he quietly closed to door, then rummaged through his shirts to find something I could put on. I stayed quiet and tried calming my emotions while sitting on his bed.

"Here's one of my shirts and a pair of my sweats. You might need to tie them," Roger smiled, passing me the clothes. I stood up and didn't know where to get changed. Roger got awkward and turned around as I giggled at him and turned around, then started to get changed. I had the sweat pants and the shirt bunched up around my neck, but I was in front of his mirror, out of habit; I began to inspect my scar.

"Oh uh," I heard a guy coughed before I realized Roger turned around to see my scar, and I quickly put the shirt down, "Sorry, I shouldn't have turned.

"It's alright. I zoned out," I froze in response.

"It's not that bad. I think it makes you look stronger than you already are." Roger quickly walked up to me and kissed me. I blushed and hugged him, we all sat down, and my stomach started to rumble.

"Did you eat?" Roger asked.

"No, Star and I were about to eat but then..." My voice started to tremble a bit. Roger got up, told me to stay there, and came back with a heated-up piece of pizza.

"I know it's not five stars, but-" He handed me the plate.

"I know it will taste good," I took a bite and devoured it. I skipped lunch today, which wasn't the best idea, but I wasn't starving.

"Did you eat today?" Roger asked.

"Does only breakfast count?" I placed the plate on his side table.

"Just Breakfast? What about lunch?" Roger asked.

"Skipped it, wasn't that hungry," I stated. Roger wanted to say something about it but stayed quiet.

"You can stay the night," Roger changed the subject, "I don't mind sharing my bed with my love."

His face got closer to mine, and we started to kiss. Our kiss became a hot makeout session, we fell onto his bed with a slight giggle, but before anything could happen, I broke the kiss, "Roger-"

"You're not ready yet, I know, and I'll wait until you're ready," He smiled, "Why don't we go to bed? You had a long day."

I nodded as we both got into the sheets. I tried to hide my scar because my insecurities about it started to rush back. I pretended to fall fast asleep, but Roger figured out I was faking it. I felt soft hands sliding up my back, bringing the shirt up, and gentle kisses on every inch of my scar.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of the scar," Roger whispered while fixing my shirt, "I can also tell you're not sleeping."

"What gave it away?" I whispered back, turning around, putting my arms around his torso as Roger put his arms around my waist.

"About knowing you were not sleeping or feeling ashamed by your scar."

"Both."

"Well, you always hid the scar, and I could tell you weren't sleeping because you felt tense."

"Oh..."

"Why are you ashamed of your scar?"

"It reminds me of a time when it was the weakest point of my life."

Roger pulled me closer, and I was in the crook of his neck. He kissed me on the head, "Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight, my love," I kissed him on the cheek not too long after drifting away in my sleep.

April 11th, 1969- Third-person POV

Both of the twins haven't taken the split from the lads well. Star has constantly been partying. The Family was Star's anchor to not going too deep into drugs and drinking. With the breakup, she simply fell off the deep end. On the other hand, Scarlett was acting; things weren't as bad as they seemed. Scarlett had dropped into her depression and felt suffocated. The only way she felt like she could get some form of relief was to cut. She also has been busying herself with work, her boyfriend, and her friends. The lads weren't doing so well either, John would carry around the twins' rings, and he looked at the rings every time he missed them. At the studio, they will constantly mope on how much they missed the twins and say how they fucked up. George Martin started to get tired of just one week of moping, and vaguely, so was Elaina from seeing the twins breaking. Martin called up the twins' flat, hoping he could fix the damage that had happened, but if the twins answered, they would hang up. The last time Martin called, Elaina answered the phone, and Martin told her to come down to the studio to talk some sense into the lads.

Elaina's POV

I went to the studio to hopefully fix this mess. This has been the most tortured week ever. Scarlett and Star are destroyed, Star has been drinking and doing drugs more, and Scarlett will refuse the fact that she misses them. I walked into the studio, and everyone looked at me, fuck.

"You guys broke my best friends!" I snapped out of my shy fangirl stage, "What the fuck did you say to them."

"What we said to them? How about what they said to us," John said.

"You guys look fine, Star won't stop drinking and doing drugs, and I am honestly scared for her health without adding the number of people she's been sleeping with and chances of STDs." I started, "And Scarlett is pretending she doesn't care, but you can see she is breaking. She refuses to admit she needs help, Scarlett looks so broken and depressed, but she will tell you she's fine."

They all looked down to the ground, but I still had more to say, "You guys broke the two strongest people I know by just one fight. How did you manage to do that?"

"John said were not a family," Paul stated.

"For the last time, I said I didn't mean it," John yelled.

"Well, because of that, you messed up the only good bond we ever had," Ringo added. They all started to fight besides George. He looks like he's lost in his thoughts. He also looks more broken than the rest of them. I knew he had a thing for Star. Maybe he is feeling guilty? I didn't stay too long. I left as their fighting got a bit worse. Scarlett was right; they fought too much.

Scarlett's POV

I was at work, and Kelly and I started to talk about the articles and photos that just came in from the fashion show. We are waiting for Kelly's Manager, Ella Pierce. Kelly and I are picking up an article with pictures of me, Roger, Freddie, Star, George, and Ringo. The report had for its headline 'Beatle Twin Making It To The Big Shots' the article was saying how I was the assistance for Kelly Price and all that. I started to read it, and it showed more pictures of us.

"You miss them, don't you?" Kelly asked.

"What, no." I snapped out of it.

"Don't lie, Walker. You miss them."

"Do. Not."

Kelly shook her head with a smile, and we started to look at more articles and pictures. We heard the door knock, and Kelly and I quickly cleaned off her desk.

"Come in," Kelly yelled as Roger walked in. He looked at me and smirked.

"Hello, Ms. Price, can I take your assistant for a moment?" Roger asked. Kelly nodded, then got up and closed the door behind her.

"Hi," Roger walked up and hugged me.

"Hi," I said in his ear, "What's up?"

"Well, I want to see my girl and tell her something."

"What is it?"

"Me, you, dinner, and a Movie," Roger smirked.

"Sounds amazing. What movie?" I asked.

"Breakfast at Tiffany's. I know it's your favorite movie, and it's playing at a local drive-by," Roger kissed me then whispered in my ear, "I'll pick you up after work?"

"I can't wait," I wrapped my arms around his neck. He gave me a sweet kiss and then left as Kelly walked in. She gave a glance at Roger, then looked at me.

"You're making him wait? If I were you, I would've jumped his bone after the first date," Kelly looked at me, pointing in Roger's direction with her thumb, "You scared or something?"

"Just not ready," I shrugged.

"Sure," Kelly gave me a face.

"So, how long have you known Ella?" I coughed.

"Since I've been doing Kelly's Closet. Cordelia let me live in her basement when Danny was born. When I was selling my handmade clothes at the flea market, Ella came up to me with an offer I couldn't refuse. Her dad is a manager and had an empty building. She knew the owners of stores. I got the building, and the stores liked my clothes," Kelly said, "She grew up in a rich life. She made connections."

"Is she nice?" I asked as Kelly nodded. It wasn't long before we heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Kelly yelled. A girl with light hair and dark eyes walked in. Kelly got up from her seat, ran up, and hugged the girl.

"Ella!" Kelly squealed.

"Kelly!" Ella laughed. The two girls broke the hug. They giggled while walking toward me.

"Ella, this is Scarlett Walker, my assistant," Kelly introduced me to Ella, "Scarlett, this is my manager Ella Pierce."

"Aren't you famous?" Ella stuck out her hand.

"Eh, I don't think I am," I shook her hand.

"No, you're like really famous anyways, Ella Pierce," she laughed.

"Hi Ms. Pierce, Scarlett Walker," I laughed.

"Please call me Ella," Ella smirked as I nodded.

"I'll let you two have it. Good luck," Kelly walked out. She didn't tell me she was going to leave.

"You're that Beatles twin," Ella looked at me as I nodded.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Why are you an assistant?"

"I want to move away from that title."

"I get that. So what is it like to grow up with the Beatles?"

"Interesting."

"You don't have your ring,"

"Excuse me?"

"I follow every A list celebrity, and you, my dear, are A list celebrity. Everyone knows you and your sister have those rings that match your brothers. You don't have yours on."

"I don't talk to the Beatles anymore. My sister and I gave them back the rings because it seemed right for the lads to have them."

"Damn, sorry to hear that."

Later...

Ella left. She's a lovely person, we did talk about what we will be accomplishing as work buddies, and she seemed pretty chill. Kelly and I were wrapping up the day as I waited for Roger to pick me up. Kelly got back into the conversation about Roger, and she's shocked that I'm still a virgin and didn't let him take my virginity yet.

"Honey, be careful. Girls will be crawling all over him once he gets famous," Kelly joked. I laughed and shook my head, then Kelly looked at me, "Does he have any single hot friends?"

"If you mean Tim, Brian, and Freddie, then no," I laughed, "He also is the only boy, so no hot siblings."

We cracked a few more jokes, and Kelly started telling me how she was thinking of returning to the dating game.

"I mean, I am a 25-year-old single mother. I want more kids, and I'm not getting any younger," Kelly started to bite her nails, "Do you have any suggestions on what to do?"

I looked at Kelly with a devilish smirk. Kelly's eyes got a little wide and concerned.

"What?" She asked.

"Well, I'm going to a Smile gig tomorrow. Come to my flat at seven if you want to," I smirked with a toothy grin.

"I guess I can call my babysitter," she said, "Your flat at seven?"

"Yep," I nodded. We walked, still laughing and joking. Roger pulled up just in time.

"Awww, he's on time. He's a keeper," Kelly walked to her car as I laughed and shook my head getting into Roger's car.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Hi," Roger smiled, "I went to the Premier first and got you your favorite chocolate fudge milkshake and burger and fries."

"Thank you," I blushed. We drove to the local drive-in and got comfortable in Roger's car. We cuddled up while eating our dinner.

"You know you can take off your jacket," Roger looked at me.

"I know... I just want to keep it on, if that's alright," I coughed. I don't want to show him my arms because that will bring a conversation that might push him away. When I bring up mental health to my boyfriends, they break up with me, acting like it's some burden, and as sad as it is to admit, I now think my mental health is a burden.

"Okay, whatever makes you comfortable," Roger kissed my temple.

April 12th, 1969

I opened the door to see Kelly. She tied her shirt to make it into a crop top and a plain pair of pants and heels.

"You look amazing," I said, "Come in. I have to get changed."

Kelly walked in, and I ran to my room and got changed. I put on a shirt, overall shorts, and then a pair of boots. I walked out to see Star in a dress that stops just below the thigh and Elaina in a mini skirt with a tank top that stops at the stomach. We all headed to the pub. Star and Elaina dragged Kelly to the bar and taught her how to pick up guys. I snuck backstage to see the boys. Tim and Brian are tuning their instruments as Roger is stretching.

"Getting ready?" I leaned on the door frame.

"Not quite. I'm waiting for my kiss," Roger pouted as I smirked before walking up to kiss Roger.

"Remember when they hated each other?" Brian looked at Tim.

"Which time?" Tim asked.

"Funny," I rolled my eyes, looking at them, "Good luck, dumb and dumber."

"I think your boyfriend won the dumber," Brian pointed as I rolled my eyes. I gave Brian and Tim a hug and a kiss on the cheek as they did the same to me.

After the gig...

I walked down to see Roger and quickly ran up to him as he picked me up, spun me around, and gently kissed me. I put my arms around his neck, and he put his arms around my waist, we pulled away from our kiss, and our noses were touching.

"God, you were amazing," I sighed in awe.

"Well, I don't know... You and Kelly had quite the moves," Roger gave me a toothy grin.

"What can I say? I love to dance," I blushed a bit. I could tell Roger blushed a bit, and we started to kiss again. Then got interrupted by a cough. I turned around to see Elaina, Kelly, Sienna, and Star.

"Aww, how cute!" Star teased. I rolled my eyes before the boys packed the van. We all decided to hit the bar and grab a table. Freddie ran into the bar, sat next to Star then realized Kelly was seated next to me.

"Oh my god, you're Kelly Price! You're like a fashion goddess!" Freddie started, "I am a huge fan."

"It's nice to meet you, Freddie, finally. I've been told a lot about you," Kelly smiled.

"You talk to her about me?" Freddie faced me. I nodded.

"I tell her about all of you guys," I answered. After a few drinks, everyone went home. Though I'm not legally allowed to drive, Roger is too wasted to drive, so I took Roger's keys. Once I got to Roger's flat, I tried to bring him into his room, but Roger was naturally flirting and clingy.

"You're cute. You know that?" Roger's speech was slurred, "Are you single?"

"No, I already have a boyfriend," I giggled.

"Well, he is a fortunate bastard," Roger got jealous and angry.

"Rog?" I smirked.

"What's up, pretty birdie?"

"You're the fortunate bastard."

"Oh, I am!" Roger's face perked like a puppy; I giggled, bringing him to bed.

"Why don't we get you changes, okay?" I grabbed a pair of Roger's PJs since his clothes are soaked in sweat and reak from all the alcohol he consumed. But Roger didn't cooperate too well. After a few minutes of trying to get my drunk boyfriend to get changed, I won. Soon as Roger plopped on his bed, he whined for me.

"How about I get changed, and we can cuddle?" I softly talked, and he agreed. I quickly got changed in the bathroom before returning to Roger's room. I slipped into the covers and put my arms around Roger, and he put him around me to pull me closer. I started to play with Roger's hair until I dozed off into sleep.

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