#but we decided we wanna stay in touch with our grandmother since. she's been the only positive adult figure in our life

[rinharu-purple]

Hi Rinharu~

What are the hints between Gavin and MC for wedding plans?

Heyho nonny!

Thank you for your "straight to the point" question 😅💯🙋‍♀️

There has been a couple of posts about this in the past. I touched upon this topic here and Cheri had her take on this here. So I would love to give you a different perspective on this if I may.

Spoiler-free short answer is... There are too many hints both from Gavin and MCs side about their wedding plans, desire to be inseparated forever or to age together. But there are also many people who are blessing their love and wish them to tie the knot. And finally their story has a setting which showcases them as a couple on their way to become Mr. And Mrs. So I will try to bullet point through them and I hope I can do it justice and I am truly sorry for some asks which I won't be able to answer anymore (about the newest PV and the chapters) but I will write a post in general which will answer most of your questions I promise!

Spoilers ahead!👰🏻🤵🏻💖💙

💍Hints from Gavin

1) Brilliant Date "I won't let go of you... Not in this life". It is actually just an addition to Gavin's "I'll accompany you till the very end." saga. The fact that this is his character line is the biggest hint one can look for. But I decided not to include too many "I wanna stay with you forever" type of claims from both since the undertone of this is not exactly about marrying stereotypically.

2) Splendid Glimpse Date: The ritual of binding their hair with a red string and then improvising and proposing to her on stage. (Also the color red has been used by PG in Gavin and MC's Karmas more and more in the last few months, the red umbrella, the red ribbon, the red silk ball etc.)

3) 2 Become 1 Date... Pretty much everything in this date is a hint and I think it's about time I write an analysis on this. But to point out the biggest clue, Gavin bought a gem for this occasion. We can safely assume what he bought is actually an engagement ring since you don't just by a gem for such an occasion, but it's left for our imagination... For now ;)

But there is something else in this date which is my Headcanon and can be found here.

4) Call from Dreamers Date: "On my next birthday, I will use what I didn't have the chance to use last time" Meaning his birth register which is necessary for two bureaucratic actions... To change your nationality or to apply for marriage... Which one do you think Gavin's meaning here? 😉

Speaking of next birthday ...

5) Hometown Date, Gavin mentions of buying a piano for the house in the future and implies that MC would be living in there too. Here both of them decorate this future house together in their minds ^_^

6) ASMR Hairpin... Also during the "Right Beside You" section of his birthday, Gavin gives his maternal grandmother's hairpin to MC alongside with the accessory box it was in, he suggests they fill the box together and tells that he will have something to tell her once the box is full.

7) Phone Call "Halves"

"Whether it's the present or the future, I will always share half of my life with you"

Does anyone else get the Edward Elric proposal vibes here?

8) Dream Lake Call where he asks MC about her dream wedding and tells her that in case she wishes to have a high profile proposal he would just hoist her on his shoulders caveman style so that she can't back up (aaah the good old at-the-beginning-Gavin...😄) Which we know he really did...twice! This guy never jokes about such things lol.

9) Call with Mr. Keller here

Mr. Keller: I wonder when I will receive an invitation from both of you.

Gavin: Someday, you will.

There are many more instances with Gavin but I would like to count some from MC as well.

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💍Hints from MC

1) Amusement Park Date "My dream of an everlasting romance has finally come true." We need to understand one thing about MC. She loves fairytales, specifically the Cinderella story. Be it her midnight waltz with Gavin in S1 CH19 and S1 CH33, be it Gavin putting on crystal shoes for her, be it them contemplating about finding each other despite all odds in Three Lifetimes Date but also her asking him directly if the prince (he) would go for someone else had he not found Cinderella. Going along with this, both of their wedding themed pics are in front of a fairytale castle.

2) Late Autumn Date "The rest of my life is yours, The years that we’ve missed out on are also yours (whatever I have, I will give it to you. I will give everything to you, leaving nothing behind)"... I really have nothing to add to this to be honest. It speaks for itself LOUD AND CLEAR! 💖💖💖

3) 2 Become 1 Date "So this is how people felt when they found their Mr. Right." I will explain everything in more detail when I analyze this date I promise!

4) Beautiful Future Call: Gavin remembers that MC mentioned of moving to a Shangri-La where they can live, just the two of them, in a far away future.

5) Growing old together CH19

What shall I say about this? It's quite self-explanatory isn't it? ;) The complete Eternal Winter era has numerous points of MC expressing her wishes for an everlasting staying togetherness with Gavin. More to this can be found here.

6) Halloween AU Fullmoon Date where she directly proposes to him... Spoiler alert, Gavin refuses her because they've just met lol😂

7) When she tells him she wants to see him wearing a tuxedo in Slightly Drunken Date during her love confession "No more talking! Just listen to me! When I said that, I meant it. Not about the bass playing, but you. I like the gift you gave me, I like the bracelet you gave me. I also like that love letter that I never read. I want to see more sides of you...When you’re eating, when you’re sleeping, when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re wearing a tuxedo (ehm...mask...ehm), or red in the face from drinking."

8) Not being able to refuse him. Both in the Assistance Date and S2 CH23, MC has recently repeated her inability to say "no" to Gavin. Which hints at the possibility or rather the impossibility of her saying "no" to him in case he proposes;) Come to think of it, she has never ever refused Gavin in any circumstance over the last 4 years. (Accept for sneezing into his fave twice while he was leaning in for a kiss and not listening to his cautious warnings of not getting in danger lol. For you @playheej :*) BTW there were other cases were she expressed her inability to refuse Gavin but the recent ones should draw the picture.

9) 2 Become 1 Date "No matter whether the wedding is real or fake, I ONLY want to be YOUR BRIDE" As a matter of fact, they both say this:

At this point I don't know if one needs any more hints than that. I mean it is written on black and white here, leaving no room for interpretation. At this point it is not even a hint if you ask me but a statement that makes it abundantly clear what these two plan with each other.

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💍Other people wishing them to just tie the knot

Will go bullet points here because you didn't originally ask for this dear nonny, but you get it anyway 😛

1) Susan from Splendid Glimpse Date

- Now let me fix your makeup. Soon your Gavin will have a beautiful bride at his side.

- What do you think, bridegroom?

2) As mentioned above Mr. Keller on his call asking for the date ^_^

3) MCs Aunt in Spring Festival Date "Actions speak louder than words. We're old and won't be around for her forever. I hope you can keep your word, stay with her, take good care of her and love(cherish) her."

4) Panda from Amusement Park Date "I want them to be my parents!"

5) Minor as the #1 GavinxMC supporter! #sis-in-law

6) The Whole STF #mrs. Commander. I thought of including CH37 here, but I wanted to mention in this posts the scenes that are about marriage overtly.

7) Anna during 2 Become 1 Date in front of Gavin: "I'm tearing up, seeing you getting married". Jeez chill your horses Anna, it's just a fake wedding🙈 (tell me more about it 😏)

8) The granny from Rainbow Date: "Looking at you reminds me of the time when my husband and I were young."

9) It is just a hint without giving out names, but there are these two moments with MC's dad and Gavin's mother here. Both Gavin and MC believe that they've found the person in each other of which their parents were telling them about and wishing for them. There is also a Freudian twist to this but it deserves a whole post for itself.

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💍The Setting

Okay I left this for the latest because it is still a thing in the making. But the main story, company projects and dates have many instances for Gavin and MC that take place in a "wedding/newlyweds/fiancées" setting.

1) The Whole S1 CH15... You were wondering when I would make a CH15 reference weren't you? 🤣 Besides my gushing about this episode here and here, the most prominent thing about this was how MC and Gavin were taking care of Perry in a family portrait setting. Not to mention they were mistaken for his parents twice.

2) S2 Guardian Project.. . Gavin and MC visit a tausend year old marriage tree... On the Northern Mountain!

3) The Stories Project...Gavin and MC investigate a man who's lost his fiancée and committed suicide. This was the hardest story I've ever read in the MLQC universe and how this story resembled that of Gavin and MCs frightens me up to this day.

4) The whole series of Brangelina-style adoptions😂... Let's be honest, these two adopt anything and everything, regardless of whether they are living beings or mere objects. Their children's names are: Sparky, Pearly, Thorny, Greene, Little Blacky, Flyer, Jumpy, Perry*, Panda*. Sorry dear nonny I needed a relief after remembering the "Stories" Project :D

5) Role-playing "Mrs. Bai" on the Fragrant Traces Date and boy it was a delight 😍😍😍

6) I can swear that their kiss in S1 CH37 is on the 7th step of the 3rd floor stairs but can't prove it🙈. It is a Loveland High School legend that says the couples would have an everlasting love of they kiss there. It's just my Headcanon though so has to be enjoyed with a grain of salt ;)

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So there you go nonny, I hope I could have collected everything under this post, although I'm pretty sure that I've forgotten about many more hints because Gavin and MCs story has the most hints about being a couple on their way to making future plans, which suits to their "conventional love story" trope. Which makes their story highly suitable for such references and thus spoiling us with many sweet moments. So I'm certain that we will be given many more hints in the future, so we can look forward to them 💕💕💕

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[janetbrown711]

“If we get caught I’m blaming you” dot Wakko

Dot liked Doctor Scratchnsniff.

He was very nice, and even when not in a session, he was always willing to lend a helping hand and talk to her. Plus, he helped her with her "PTSD" he called it, though she knew it more as her nightmares and chest pains. They weren't exactly gone yet, but they were far less often as they used to be (she used to not be able to not sleep without her parents but now she was doing pretty good).

She knew her brothers didn't feel the same, but she had a feeling they'd warm up eventually. After all, it was undeniable the stuff he did with her helped her feel better with time. Sure- she wasn't exactly cured, but he said it would take time and she believed him.

However, that didn't mean she told him everything- especially if she wasn't sure if it even was a problem.

The problem was Max.

Dot hadn't ever seen him since the party, but for a while, it was all Yakko talked about. Her parents and Scratchnsniff said it'd slow with time, but it was easy to say it didn't. Yakko was... almost unrecognizable with how much he focused on Max. He never talked to her or Wakko about anything other than him. There was something about him that was just... better than them. Yakko described him as a "good different". Did that mean they were a "bad different"? Yakko used to swear and promise he'd die for them and protect them against their grandmother at all costs- but if Max had always been in the picture would that be the same? Was Max really that much better than them? Heck, Yakko basically admitted he didn't think they were friends...

That was why she was willing to team up with Wakko. She didn't like feeling like that, and if she could get rid of Max things could go back to how they were before. Except without their grandmother too.

Once Yakko returned from his day trip in Disneyland it was soon thereafter announced that Max and his father would be visiting Warnerstock within 2 weeks, so Wakko and Dot quickly began to plan ways to sabotage the two as much as they could.

With Wakko intercepting most of Yakko's and Max's letters to each other, they were able to figure out a game plan. They knew Yakko and Max would mostly be hanging out in the study, but that they'd then be eating lunch (something that they used to do as a family, but Yakko clearly didn't mind dropping that for him).

In preparation, they stole backup keys to the cupboard where all the spices were kept, and to the cleaning supply storage room, and they also stole many buckets of waters from the maids who were too busy to notice two children dragging their buckets away (they only told half empty ones because if they were full they were too heavy).

What they planned to do was set a few buckets of water over doorways so when they stepped through, they'd get soaked. Wakko wanted to make it hot and soapy water, but that was a little too hard to figure out and they already knew it'd be a challenge to get them up there. They also planned to put spicy powders on the handles of the doors to the study so that if they ever touched their face they'd get a painful reaction (something Wakko had experienced numerous times). They also planned to improvise throughout the day, but they'd need to see how things go with Yakko and Max at that point. Who knows? Maybe Max would realize they don't want him and that he should just leave and never come back.

Finally, the day arrived.

Wakko and Dot figured it was best to play along until the boys broke off, and then they'd set the buckets up. However, they still put the powder on the door knobs, figuring that one could take awhile before either realize.

Good thing the two of them had years of pretending to be good little children for their grandmother, otherwise it would've been harder to be "on their best behavior" for their guest.

"Goofy, Max, it's such a pleasure to welcome you two into our home," Lena said as she greeted the guests.

"It's a pleasure to be here. And might I say, you have a lovely home," The king gave an over the top bow and had a big smile on his face. Wakko and Dot exchanged a look.

"Yeah, it's nice," Max said, clearly embarrassed by his dad's antics. Lena laughed.

"Thank you," She nodded at him. "Goofy, these are my children and husband, William. Yakko you know, then there's Wakko and Dot," Lena gestured to each of them. They all bowed when their name was spoken.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet ya too," He bowed again. Max and Yakko shared a look too.

"Uh... Mom? Can Max and I..?" Yakko silently asked her. Lena nodded.

"You two are free to go while we sort out some more business. You two can go as well if you want," Lena said to Dot and Wakko. Gladly, the children all left the throne room, with Yakko and Max heading off to the study, but Wakko and Dot dashing into another hallway so they'd believed they were safe and by themselves before they could begin stalking and prepping the buckets.

"I hate him... and his dad. They're dumb," Wakko scoffed, once they knew they were out of ear shot.

Well... that was a little rude.

"I dunno, he seemed nice," Dot shrugged, peeking around the corner to find Max and Yakko laughing.

"Please, Prince Snooty couldn't even say hi to us," Wakko rolled his eyes before looking at what Dot was looking at and scowling.

"Remember: He's just here to take Yakko away from us, just like grandmum," He reminded her.

"Right. We have to stop them no matter what," Dot agreed. The pair continued to spy on the two until Yakko and Max disappeared down the hallway.

"C'mon, we have buckets to set up," Wakko said, and they headed off to set up their pranks.

After grabbing the buckets needed, it occurred to Wakko and Dot that they were rather short to attempt to place them atop the door, even if she stood on his shoulders. So they went to the nearest room with chairs and dragged one over, and Wakko stood on that, and Dot atop his shoulders.

As Wakko passed her the bucket though, she nearly dropped it.

"If we get caught, I'm blaming you," Wakko panicked, checking their surroundings. Dot blushed, deeply embarrassed, before trying again.

Luckily, she managed not to drop or spill any water, and soon enough they successfully got it atop the doorway Yakko and Max would have to go through.

Now all they had to do was wait.

Dot sat on the stairs next to the study, but Wakko continued on, much to Dot's confusion.

"Where are you going?" Dot asked.

"I'm going to find mom. I don't wanna stay here to wait," Wakko said.

"And sit through a boring meeting?" Dot tilted her head.

"Mom thinks I'm useful in meetings," Wakko crossed his arms.

Struck a nerve there...

"You can stay- whatever. I'm sure we'll hear their screams soon enough," Wakko said, and he walked away, leaving her alone.

Was hanging out with Dot really worse than a boring meeting? Was Dot really becoming uninteresting?

Was this what her grandmother meant when she said unladylike behavior was "unbecoming"? Was she right about her all along..?

"Dot? Is that you?" A familiar accented voice spoke. She looked behind her to find none other than Doctor Scratchnsniff. She hushed him, but scooted to the side to allow him to sit next to her.

"What's going on?" He said in a hushed tone, taking her invitation and sitting next to her.

"Yakko's hanging out with a prince and me and Wakko set up a prank," Dot said, confident she could trust the good doctor.

"A prank? What kind?" He asked.

"We put buckets of water on the doors so when they try to leave they get soaked, and we put chili powder on the door handles so if they touch their face it'll burn and they'll hurt really bad," Dot grinned.

"That's a little mean, no?" He said. Dot glanced at him.

"N-no. He deserves it. He's trying to take Yakko away," She said.

"What makes you say that?" He asked softly. Dot's tail twitched nervously as she thought.

"W-well... Yakko used to always promise that everything would be okay if we stayed together... and he promised that when we came home we'd be a big happy family but now all he wants to do is hang out with Max and talk about Max and be with Max," Dot folded her arms and rested on her knees.

"And that makes you feel..?" He inquired.

"Like-... Like I don't matter to him anymore... like he's sick of me..." Dot confessed with a sigh.

"I'm not annoying, am I?" She turned to the doctor.

"Of course not. You're very witty and fun to be around," He comforted her. "Does that thought, by chance, have anything to do with your grandmother?"

He always knew when something was related to the old queen, even without mentioning her name once.

"Yeah," Dot admitted.

"Remember, you're a lot more than what your grandmother thought. Remember those positive affirmations we went through," He said.

"The ''I'm home, I'm safe?" Dot tilted her head.

"No, those are the grounding ones. These are your self-affirmations: You are kind, you are brave, and you are loved. Remember?" He said.

"Oooh, right!" Dot recalled, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. "I am kind. I am brave. I am loved."

"Very good Dot," Scratchnsniff smiled. Dot smiled too.

"Now... I know you may not want to yet, but I think it best you give this Max a shot before pushing him away. While Yakko shouldn't be pushing you away, it's clear this boy means a lot to him and it would probably mean a lot to him if you liked him too, ya?" Scratchnsniff said, standing up.

Dot thought for a minute.

"Okay... I'll... give him a shot," She sighed.

"Good," He patted her head softly, but she quickly stood and gave him a hug.

"You're really nice," she said. He laughed a little.

"Thank you, Dot. You're really nice too," He said back, before she broke the hug and he continued on his way.

Dot continued waiting on the stairs for quite a while, before (out of boredom) she decided it might be interesting/fun to listen in on whatever it was Yakko and Max were talking about. Quickly and quietly she crept to the doors, carefully not to touch it so as not to knock over the bucket of water, and began to eavesdrop.

"Yeah, I'd imagine having siblings is different from 'not even blood related 'cousins.' Must be nice," Max said.

Yakko laughed. "Yeah, though Wakko and Dot can be just as chaotic. Still, they have their moments and I'd still do anything for them."

"They must not like strangers though, huh?" Max sighed, and Dot felt a pang of guilt.

"No, not really... They're so used to only being able to rely on our family, it's hard for them to branch out-- especially Wakko. Grandma really messed us up."

"She must've really, really sucked, huh?" Max half -oked.

"Yeah..." Yakko half-chuckled.

A pause.

"I wish we had known sooner- I'm sure my dad or Uncle Mickey or Donald would've done something. They hate people like that- can't stand child abuse," Max swore.

"I don't know how much could've been done, but... thanks. I really appreciate it- but know you being here... it's enough. Really," Yakko reassured.

Another pause.

"Wait, don't touch my face- there was powder on the door handles when we went in," Max said.

Dang it, they were caught.

"What? Seriously?!" Yakko groaned. "I'm sorry- they're usually much better than this. How did you know?"

"I'm used to prank wars from Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Trust me- this is tame compared to the stuff they'd pull," Max chuckled. "Oh, and there's a bucket of water on the door. We're stuck until someone notices and removes it or else we'll be soaked."

Double dang it, they were caught again.

Yakko chuckled.

"Your sibs don't sound half bad- other than the clear hostility, but I guess with how much of a nightmare your guy's lives have been so far I can see why," Max said. "Just wish I could fix it somehow."

Dot once again felt guilty.

"Me too... you're... well... you know... important to me," Yakko said.

Dot decided she couldn't listen to it anymore. Instead, she went and got the chair out again and began trying to remove the bucket as best she could. However, being several inches shorter now that she wasn't on Wakko's shoulders, she failed, and the bucket fell, soaking her in cold water that caused her to yelp and fall off the chair onto the floor.

Knowing she couldn't stay lest she be caught, she bolted away as fast as she could, ignoring the throb in her head from where the bucket hit her.

however, she was caught by her father, who had heard the loud crash, and went to investigate.

"Dot? What's the matter- why are you soaking wet?" William asked. Dot pondering lying, but realized Max and Yakko already knew what was happening so she may as well.

"Welllllllll, I didn't like Max so I wanted to prank him with water and chili powder, but that failed and now I'm soaking wet," Dot confessed.

"Dot, I thought we told you to be on your best behavior while we had guests over," William sighed. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

"I know, dad. I'm sorry," Dot apologized, glad he believed she did it alone. She didn't want Wakko to get into trouble.

"It's fine- so long as you learned your lesson," William said. "Pranks like that aren't very nice- especially to Max because he doesn't have a change of clothes. Imagine how it'd feel if you had to stay like that all day," William said.

That was a good point... these pranks were mean, just like Scratchnsniff said.

Eventually, they made it to her room and she changed into a clean and dry dress, and William helped dry off her fur and brushed it back to perfection, tying her ears back with her favorite yellow flower ponytail.

"Much better," He smiled at her through the mirror. Dot smiled back.

"However... I think it's probably best you stay with us for the rest of the meeting as a fair punishment," William said. Dot wanted to fight it, but alas, she knew he was right. She nodded, accepting her fate.

As she walked back with her father to the boring meeting she was now going to join apparently, she couldn't help but feel guilty. Max really didn't deserve any of the dirty looks or hostility she and Wakko had been giving him- he seemed really nice. Plus, he was important to Yakko. While it sucked that he wasn't hanging out with her as much, it didn't mean she was unlovable or annoying. It was wrong to take all that out on Max.

Now all she had to do was convince Wakko of the same.

.o0o.

The boring meeting thankfully didn't last much longer, and Dot was able to meet up with Wakko once again, who naturally had a lot of questions. However, they both decided it was best to go into the playroom, away from the other adults, to continue their conversation.

"What happened? I heard a crash but I don't see Yakko and Max- were you wearing that earlier?" Wakko tilted his head.

"It didn't work- Max apparently lives with really good prankers and what we did is considered 'tame'," Dot shrugged.

"Seriously? Ughhhh," Wakko groaned. "I guess that means we'll have to seriously step up our game..." he stroked his chin.

"Wait- maybe... maybe we shouldn't," Dot said. Wakko raised an eyebrow.

"But Max is taking Yakko away from us. We have to stop him," Wakko crossed his arms.

"I don't think he is... he seems really nice," Dot bit her lip.

"What? Are you insane?" Wakko accused.

"I'm not insane. Those pranks were mean and could've ended badly. Max seems nice- he says he wants us to trust him but doesn't know how," Dot defended herself.

"Then he should leave us alone and never come back! I don't want him here! He doesn't belong here," He growled.

"Wakko, stop. Yakko really seems to care about him, don't you think we should give him a chance?" She argued.

"Yakko is our brother. He said he'd never abandon us, but now he is and it's because of him. I have to stop him to make Yakko come back to his senses," He put his foot down.

"Just because he has a friend doesn't mean he doesn't care about us. Doctor Scratchnsniff said-"

"Of course you talked to him," he shook his head. Dot looked down in shame. She knew he didn't really like him, though she really didn't understand why.

"He just said-"

"I don't care what he said! I don't like Max! I will never like Max! He's taking Yakko away and if I'm the only one who sees it, I don't care. Leave me alone," He spat.

"Wakko-"

"I said leave me alone!" He growled at her. Dot stepped back, before realizing it was probably best she listen and leave him alone. She quickly left the room.

Once out, she sighed. Hopefully, she could change his mind before he did anything drastic... for now, she'd just have to wait.

Hopefully, it wouldn't be too long, for Max's sake.

Goodness knows where Wakko would go to next if painful chili powder was level one.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 The End

#my fics #angelina 1 lives au #yax #dot warner #wakko warner #doctor scratchnsniff #william warner #sir william the good #yakko warner #max goof #goofy goof #yax epilogue #what did the powder interrupt *side eye emoji* #lol #sorry this took forever to write lmao #i was tired and brain dead

[anxiouslyfred]

The Protector

for @dukexietyweek‘s day 1 prompt of Myths/Supernatural

Summary: Remus’s town has a mythical protector, genuinely just spoken about as the Protector, regardless of what the police have tried to say about it. He’s set on meeting them and getting to know them, even if that means latching on to people vulnerable to assault in some vain attempt to help.

Warnings: vague fight descriptions, financial abuse, sexual innuendos and references, assault mentions, all combated though

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Remus had always been fascinated by their towns protector. Everyone knew about them, and most of the town believed they were nothing more than a myth, a superstition told to keep their town a pleasant place to live. Why else would their authorities claim there was a vigilante attacking people in their homes or in large groups only for witnesses and victims to claim the people attacked were abusers or involved in gang violence?

No, most of the town thought it was probably just various young men stepping in to help and being protected when the police wanted a target for anything aimed towards one of their own. Remus kept on questioning that though.

He knew all the popular stories, and reports dating back centuries. One night he'd even broken into the station to look through the cases relating to the protector and all of them were the same. There would be an officer involved in assault or abuse, and the description given barely varied, going back hundreds of  years: the height, the hair colour, the build. Whomever this Protector was, they were impossibly old and very much against any form of abuse, including abuse of power.

It took a while for Remus to ask about them at his job in the elderly care home, uncertain who there might accept his questions, but eventually he did.

“The Protector has been around as long as my family has lived here. Far longer than that station has existed, since we were one of the founding families here. I've got diaries from my many times great grandmother describing when they became a protector actually.” Thomas explained, leaning back in his chair with a smile. “Of course then they didn't focus so much on abuse or even what happened around the entire settlement. Grandma always wrote about another intervention happening, chasing away the latest possible apprentice to their Warlock.”

“Warlocks?” Remus loved the idea, but magic was only a thing of fairytales. If it ever existed he was sure that science had killed it off entirely by now.

Thomas chuckled. “Oh yes, magic was still known about at that time. There was a village warlock who took apprentices fairly regularly since they seemed to disappear or die off during experiments a lot. Our Protector was the last apprentice to stay with him for more than a day. After the announcement that he'd vanished and the Warlock was seeking a new apprentice, so the diaries say, they returned, not to work for the warlock, but to stop anybody else from doing so.”

His thoughts boggled at the idea, coming up with reason after reason that their Protector might chase people away from working with the Warlock, from a jealous rejected love, to dangerous experiments being forced on the people around the warlock. Nothing that an old diary was likely to include so he swapped focus. “But why fight abuse now? Or for all this time even? If they live so long surely they could travel, explore, find the most amazing creatures and live with them abandoning all humanity.”

“That's a question better asked to them, Care Duke. Come on, I'm late for my pills.” Thomas shook himself out of the story, clapping his hands and glancing towards the clock.

Remus moved automatically through the help Thomas needed before carrying on with his rounds, his mind still focused on the Protector and how he could possibly meet this elusive person.

/RV\

The first time Remus met the Protector it wasn't deliberate.

He and his brother had always stood out at school. They were too extravagant, too emotional to quietly pass under the radar. Roman had used it to excel in theatre, and become a well known name, while Remus used it to rebel.

Roman had recently come out publically and while most of the media had been supportive, Remus could imagine the hatred that would spew forth from the bigots in their perfect little houses. That was why he'd decided to walk his brother home from the theatre, adding a little extra protection for the only person in his family that listened to his ideas.

A bat coming out of nowhere was only just dodged as they passed an alley, but before either of them could fight back it was like the shadows were attacking for them. A dark fist from behind the bin hitting the hand holding the bat enough it was dropped.

“Holy darkness, Ro-ro it's the Protector! Where are you shadow face? Can I see you? Know you? Touch all your sensitive places and worship you?” Remus was rambling as he watched more limbs for and then dissolve, knocking out their attackers as low growling noises came from further back.

Roman had instead backed up against the wall, scrambling for his bag where one of the prop weapons had been given to him. “I – I don't need protecting. I can defend myself. They just – just caught me off guard, see. I'm all armed and ready!”

“Armed and ready to fight nothing.” A cloaked figure finally stepped forwards as the shadow limbs finished dissipating. “Aside from being an actor with no experience in a real fight where you need to make contact with the other person. What exactly did you think a prop in your bag would do?”

“Give me a chance to meet our towns Protector!” Remus insisted, bouncing over to the stranger and leering over their outfit. “Gotta say the outfit is kinda 2 centuries ago. Want me to get you some new clothes? Come find you here once I've got them?”

The Protector frowned at him, “You are far to excited to have just gotten attacked, and I don't need pity. These clothes serve me well and I can sew anything else I need.”

Remus couldn't say anything more as the Protector faded back into the shadows until there was no person with them anymore.

“So that happened. Want to teach me hand to hand or something tomorrow? Get out of the family home?” Roman blinked, tugging Remus onwards when he made no move to carry on.

/rv\

Remus planned his second meeting with the Protector, deciding to at least ask their name and hoping the hoodie he'd found in a similar colour to their cloak would be accepted. He didn't care if nothing could happen with this centuries old person, he wanted to know them better, possibly even stop them being so lonely that rejecting everyone was their instant response.

Remembering how to find or meet the Protector was another thing. It meant Remus had to be a victim in a loud enough way they'd show up, or at the very least be outnumbered while trying to help a victim of some form of abuse.

“Hey shooting stars. You're all looking completely edible tonight and I'm on patrol to locate and take out any cannibals. Can I stick with you for when they get lured in?” Remus knew the line was ridiculous and definitely sounded like a pick up line, but he'd seen them in the club and had already heard a few of the idiots in town making predatory comments.

“Are you literally asking us to be your wing man, or are you just wanting an excuse to get into a fight?” Valerie countered, glancing at him, and probably mistaking him for Roman, given she was friends with his brother.

Remus went with it whichever. “Excuse to fight, plus Roman'll throw a bitch fit if you get harassed at all. I suggested he starts a patrol with that prop sword of his but apparently no matter how sharpened I make it it just isn't up to protecting standards yet, the poncy coward.”

The group of girls just nodded then, letting him stay close but otherwise ignoring his inclusion in their group. Remus didn't mind though. He was more focused on watching out for anyone that seemed likely to try attacking them, and being on guard against it happening. He was going to at least help the Protector this time.

And he did manage to.

It was only Remus and 2 of the girls from the club when some overly entitled block made a grab for one of them and Remus met the reaching hands with his fist. There were four other men with them and while Remus swept his leg in a low kick to knock them to the ground he glimpsed the shadows coming out too.

Just like when he'd been with Roman the fight after that was quickly finished. Shadows were impossible for the men to fight but the girls had already started running to their separate homes. Remus would bet that there'd be thank you cards or something dropped off at the family home for him soon and didn't look forward to the questions that would bring.

“Don't usually have repeat damsel's. Then again, if you want me to actually save you rather than the people you hang out with let me know.” The Protector comments, walking out from the darkest shadows to stand beside Remus.

“Do I get to control you if I know your name? Also should I wear a dress next time if I'm your Damsel? And I thought this hoodie would be softer than that cloak. Well if you still care about that after however long you've been alive.” Remus had stumbled across the name thing when trying to read up on myths outside of the ones just for his town and had been curious about it ever since.

The Protector snorted, shaking their head. “It's Virgil and I could ask you the same thing since you keep asking questions instead of making introductions. If you wanna wear a dress then go ahead. Would suggest something short if you're going to defend yourself in a fight though.” They didn't make a move to take the hoodie until Remus basically forced it into their hands.

“Remus, He/him pronouns thank you very much. Are you just wanting a better view of my merchandise by getting me into short skirts?” He laughed, dodging back from Virgil when they tried to give the hoodie back immediately. “Nope, got that one for you. The one for me got a little stained when remembering just how how your mysterious disappear into the shadows thing was last time we met. So do you just fight with those shadow hands or do you use them more pleasurably too?”

Virgil glanced down at the hoodie, frowning from the second sentence Remus had said. “Pronouns are a thing people talk about now? Beyond just his or hers type things?”

“Yep, kinda wondering where you fall on the gender spectrum too, but I don't care as long as you completely wreck me, whether with your actual hands or those shadow limbs of yours.” Remus quipped, giving voice to the thoughts he'd swallow down usually. It wasn't worth paying extra rent if his family heard he'd made some comment or other and he just wanted out of that thrice damned family home.

No reply came and Remus couldn't even remember Virgil vanishing into his shadows although he'd been looking at the Protector the entire time they spoke.

/vr\

Of course after that meeting Remus was still looking for other people he could help protect, walk home with or just be around in the hopes of seeing Virgil again. Perhaps it had been something of an obsession with a town myth when he first started wanting to meet The Protector, but now he just wanted to know this gorgeous, quick thinking person again, and since they never seemed to be among the people that meant becoming a target for abuse or helping others that might be.

He had gotten a few short skirts to wear too, and would make sure to change into them in back alley's so nothing would get said at home. Spirits knew his parents would just claim that if he had money to spend of frivolous things like skirts then he should be putting more into the family income.

“Jay-Jay! I keep telling you, if ya want to learn how to fight, I'm more than willing to teach you!” Remus had jumped over to one of the college kids that had moved to their town for the semester. He'd practically adopted this kid by now, or would have if not for their refusal.

“And I keep telling you that this is all part of my plan. They don't realise just how much I can get added to their records and by the time they do, it'll be too late and their lives will be ruined forever.” Janus hissed back, shrugging his backpack further up, and glancing back towards the school.

There had always been a bullying issue between the kids that grew up in the town and stayed there for college and the ones that decided to come here from a few towns nearby. Remus didn't think it was something Virgil would try to combat but he was going to try this one on his own.

Or he would have if he'd seen the sports team coming out of school that evening and grabbing his arms just as he was trying to convince Janus to learn how to fight one more time.

“Looks like we've got-” The words were cut off as shadows yanked the one who'd caught Remus sharply back into the wall.

That move had been enough to get Remus throwing punches too, focusing on the guy that had tried to grab Janus although the student had dodged away somehow without turning to see who was close.

“Protector?” Startled whispers fled through the sports team before they were backing away from Remus and warily eyeing the shadows nearby. At least they knew the stories of the town enough to recognise when the towns myth came to meet them.

Janus however was still frowning after them. “What or who the hell is this Protector?” He hissed after a second, only to jump when he saw Virgil upon turning around.

“The Towns Protector. It's kind of a myth come true that everyone knows but most people don't believe in. Looks like you just got some more people to believe in you now, Shadow-Man!” Remus crowed, throwing himself onto Virgil now they'd properly appeared.

“Sure...” Janus took a few steps backwards. “Well then I guess I have even more reason to refuse your fighting lessons so I'm just going to head home and you two can do whatever the fuck this is.”

Remus is cackling as the kid speed walks away, looking for all the world like he was completely relaxed if not for the speed of his steps.

“I'm just going to stick with he/him pronouns for now. It's been too many centuries for me to adjust them, besides it's not like anyone other than you is going to use them.” Virgil murmurs, arms tentatively around Remus where he'd been caught.

“Your choice, Wall Creeper. What do you think of the skirt anyway?” He steps away to show off the outfit just for Virgil, enjoying how his gaze drags over him.

Virgil's smirk grows slowly. “Definitely scandalous if you were in the year I became this, but I'm guessing a bit more acceptable now.”

“Or a flashing light to any transphobes to scream 'fight me! I dare you!'” Remus loved that idea. He would stick it to any asshole trying to judge people on who they were.

There was another snort in response. “So you really do just like making yourself a target for abuse. I did wonder.”

“Maybe I'm just trying to get your attention. Gorgeous man, just waiting to play hero and knock out the abusers in my town. How's a guy to resist?” Remus couldn't stop the flirtatious comments. He wanted and lusted for this living myth.

This time Virgil seemed willing to return the flirting though, raising his eyebrow.

Remus didn't realise until he was back in the family home that his Protector had actually stayed talking to him for a lot longer than he'd usually remained.

/rv\

The Protector intervened with abuse and assaults around the town Remus lived in and had done ever since the last warlock in the town died. Everyone who grew up there new the stories and claimed to love or respect all their neighbours because of it.

Remus had never considered anything about his families views of money and earnings would be enough to have Virgil visit his home and after the incident with Janus he was finding the other people around town acted as if he himself was the Protector.

A couple of the shop keepers had actually asked how the title got passed down since they couldn't believe any of Remus's relatives might have filled the role. They'd insisted on giving him a discount and a few people had directed thank you letters or gifts to him over something Virgil had done elsewhere in the town.

That might have been why his genetic donors were now demanding more money and explanations over just what he was doing in town so often.

They had been at least. Now shadow arms had reached from the walls to cover their mouths and wrap around their throats while Remus just looked around, frantically.

“VIRGIL!” The cry was automatic. It looked like his family were going to be suffocated and he knew the only person in town with shadow limbs was his Protector.

No matter what Remus thought of his genetic donors he didn't want their deaths.

“Yes Woodland Ivy? Is there something more you need?” Virgil stepped into the room, sneering at the people he was holding restrained.

“Loving the bondage possibilities of your shadow limbs, but kind of freaked out that you want to use them on these guys.” He stated, recognising the fear in their eyes as well as that Virgil was more annoyed, probably even angry than he'd ever been when they'd encountered each other before.

The words did nothing to get them released though, in fact they were dragged back into the wall by the hands at their throats, now making almost pleading noises.

Virgil looked over them, scowling. “Financial abuse is one that I stopped encountering at least 2 generations ago around here. Women stopped letting men control the bank accounts, even insisted on having their own and suddenly it was so much less likely to happen. Do you recognise what you've been living through, Remus?”

Remus had known his and Roman's family life wasn't good. He'd done everything he could to keep their genetic donors unaware that Roman actually earned money acting until he was already out of the house, but he had never heard that it could be a form of abuse. Looking to Virgil now he knew there was only one person in the room he actually trusted to look after his best interests and it wasn't the people who had raised him.

“Some out dated form of abuse that's far more boring than the stories of castle dungeons I've read about? I always thought it would be that stretchy thing someone went for, claiming I'm too small to have so much to say, well at least if we're looking at ancient torture techniques.” He rambled, wondering if there was a distraction that would get Virgil to let them go.

Letters being brought through from the rest of the house made that doubtful though, especially when Remus realised they were all bank statements, both his and the back currently restrained.

“When I thought there might be a reason Remus kept putting himself in harms way I never expected to find this. In fact I thought perhaps he's just got a family of adrenaline seekers or something. It's plausible after meeting Roman at least.” Virgil was muttering, but any move Remus's parents made had his shadows tightening, or more coming out to hold them even more securely. His attention was definitely not on the statements.

The Protector had never been known to kill in all the stories, reports and rumours about him. People only ever said the Protector would teach abusers fear and get the abused to safety if possible. Remus knew in that moment this wasn't the Protector but just Virgil, the man he'd found through his title and fallen for as they got to know each other. He couldn't predict or use the wild thoughts in his mind to help out now.

“Can I come with you then?” He blurted out. It was the only thing that might get the limbs to stop suffocating family he tried to distance himself from, almost as much as the family home they were all stood in.

Virgil froze at the suggestion, before throwing all but one of the statements away to wrap an arm over Remus's shoulders. “That as blunt as I've heard you be about wanting me around. You want to live with me and date me, Remus or was that all teasing.”

“I want everything you're willing to share with me, especially the dirty, the wild, and a vivid exploration of the pleasure these shadow limbs could bring.” Remus leant into it, revelling when the scared looks momentarily turned disgusted. He could finally show something of himself to these bastards without worrying about being left penniless for the month.

Virgil only gave him a quick kiss before turning back to the people before them. “Since Remus has made that decision then, my concern is what to do with you. Are you going to try and carry this on, bother Roman with claims of poverty if I let you go?” He growled out.

The pair were shaking their heads frantically and probably would have done more if they could move at all.

“Good, because we are staying in touch with him, and we will find out. Now, looking at how much you each earn, how much Remus has been putting into this account and the amount that remains in it, you owe him a hell of a lot of money. By the end of the week you'll see to it that the number written at the bottom of this statement is transferred into Remus's account, or you'll be seeing me again.” Virgil's grin was dark, his voice was low and Remus was shivering at it.

He knew he should be more focused on just how much he was about to get and the financial freedom suddenly coming to him, but was far more interested in the sexual restraints and commands his Protector might soon be giving him. It was a far more interesting thing to think about.

#dukexiety #dukexietyweek2021 #remus sanders #virgil sanders #character thomas #cw financial abuse #vague fight scenes #cw sex mentions #shadow powers virgil #Janus Sanders #roman sanders #cw assault mentions

[angelswithcigarettes]

“A new try”

Summary: The team travels to Vegas for William Reid's funeral.

Series: The journey of finding a home [Part 5]

Series Summary: With getting Spencer on the team, Gideon gets him out of the hands of his abusive Father. He knows his team are the right people to show him the kindness of this world but even if he was supposed to be one of the greatest profiler ever seen he didn't expect Morgan to be the one that puts the most effort into it.

Warnings: Past Child Abuse, Past sexual Abuse, Self-harm, Eating Disorder

Relevant Tags: Autistic Spencer Reid

Word Count:7764

First Chapter:

[Please do yourself the favor and read the other parts first.]

"I am gonna see if everything is ready." Hotch announces and steps out of the room. The team had accompanied Spencer to Vegas after his father got into a car accident that the police believes was suicide while Spencer, after seeing despite everyone's protest crime scene as well as photos, is convinced it wasn't.

"You do that we will be right out." They are standing in Spencer's old room, Derek Rossi and Spencer dressed in black suits.

The funeral will start in less than an hour, his fathers best friend took care of it and by the amound of people that stepped by at the house alone this morning they realized how much they had underestimated William's network.

They had tried their best to keep Spencer away from all of that, the women of the team being downstairs, talking to family members while the whole team is disgusted by every single hand they shake, wondering if they had known what happened in this house all those years.

Right now Spencer's grandmother is downstairs together with his uncle and cousin and Morgan ties his tie and tries finding out how to help him through this.

They all do.

They all do and they all keep up the perfect surface of not exposing themselves over who was the cause of that accident.

The house is bright and modern, not like Morgan had expected it while Rossi knew how much money his father had, Morgan didn't and even Hotch was surprised when he saw the amount of money that was in the will.

A bit money and the house he had inherited to his wife the rest to Spencer who was not fazed at all by the number and just told the lawyer in front of him, while Hotch sat to his left, in case this would have been a more difficult situation and he needed legal advice, that this is only so much because people still buy child porn.

Hotch got the assumption that Spencer knew the lawyer of his father too. That they have a history together.

"Come on your grandmother is waiting for you downstairs." He doesn't react and just keeps playing with Morgan's sleeve. "Spencer please."

"No" He hits Morgan's hand that is laying on his thigh with his fist making the man pull it back.

"Don't hit me."

"I am not going." Spencer takes his hand up to Morgan's shoulder hitting him again and he moves back.

"Hey! Don't hit me. You hurt me." It did not actually hurt but sometimes it helps to just remind him. He knows Spencer doesn't mean to and just wants out of the situation he is in. "Spencer I know this is stressful but we need to get down. Your family is here and you can't avoid them."

"Stupid family." He hits his mattress multiple times. "Hate family"

"I know, but Emily and JJ and Garcia are all downstairs too and we will come with you." Rossi stays quiet letting Morgan handle this. "You won't be alone with them."

"Hate me"

"Don't say that."

"Hate me. Stupid family."

"I don't think they hate you either. JJ said that they are waiting to meet you."

"Hate me. Stupid family. Hate me."

"C'mon we can't change it. Every person has to go through this - besides you decided to fly down here." Morgan crosses his arms looking down on him and Rossi isn't sure if this tactic really helps but Spencer gets up on shaky legs and then walks past then into the hallway.

Morgan has to suppress the urge to have an arm around him anywhere they go since Spencer looks and walks like he will physically break down or faint any moment.

"Oh Spencer" His grandmother gets up from the seat approaching them and Emily rolls his eyes at Derek. She had told them multiple times not to crowd him when he gets down. "Look at you, you grew even more." He lets her touch him while his face doesn't show any emotion towards her. "Such a handsome young man." She rests her hands on his arms and smiles up to him. "I wish we would have met sooner under different circumstances."

"Mom" A man with black hair, a little bit taller than Spencer reminds her and when she let's go he steps in her place and pulls Spencer into a hug. "I am so sorry, kid." JJ can see Morgan being ready to step between them, analysing Spencer's body language for signs that he will want to get out but he just puts his head down on the mans shoulder for a moment while he is being hugged and then let's go to greet his cousin who just waves to him awkwardly the same way he always does.

The last time tbey met, his cousin was nine years old so Spencer didn't see him much in his youth.

"Spence you wanna eat something before we head over?" JJ asks gently pointing at the breakfast he didn't eat, she, Morgan and Rossi had spend the night with Spencer in the house while the others took hotel rooms.

They arrived yesterday under strong orders that if there is a case and no other team available they still have to work.

If everything works according to plan they fly back tomorrow morning and Morgan and Rossi had already decided on bringing Spencer's routines back being prepared for his disagreements.

"Have you not eaten yet, honey?" His grandmother asks. To their dismay Spencer starts hitting his thigh and Rossi motions for them to move back a little bit giving him his space. "Oh Spencer don't do that."

"Ma'am give him some space please."

"You don't have to eat it's okay." Morgan tries calming him. They don't need this right before the funeral.

"Oh he has been doing that ever since he was a child when he didn't get what he wants." His grandmother interferes again making the team roll their eyes internally. "Spencer stop it."

"Out now." Hotch speaks up in a voice they are all to familiar with. From the day Hotch found out about Spencer's past and about why he acts like he does, why he does things a certain way, he always had stood up for him. He would not tolerate any insults nor comments from local officers or others.

"You can't kick us out of here." Spencer's uncle speaks up.

"I can, out." If it was a different situation he might would have felt sympathy for him because he certainly doesn't act like his mother but for now he sees him as just another person ignoring Spencer's abuse over years. "Now"

"Stupid Family" Spencer repeats and Morgan has the feeling that for the first time he really understands what he means when he says that.

He means the stupid literally, as in the stipidy of his family the being oblivious when something is wrong, the not showing understanding or seeing signs.

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[missdutch21md]

Gas Station Saviors

A/N: so instead of going to therapy. I wrote this about something that happened on Halloween this year. So. There’s that. 🥴🥴 anywho please everyone stay safe in these times of plague and don’t do like these characters do only go outside if you absolutely must!

Genre: crack (?) 😜 mature 🔞

Pairing: OT7 x main character (reader)

Length: 9.1k 

⚠️warnings ⚠️: mentions of loss, alcohol consumption, mentions of COVID 19 (please social distance unlike the characters in this one shot), panic attack mentions

M. L i s t | Request 

It was another endless day. The fact that the calendar date was October 31st did nothing to influence my schedule into being less demanding. I sighed as I sat back at my desk, finally able to clock out for the day.  

During the times of pandemic, work only got busier, which was great for my wallet, but my mind was becoming increasingly vacant as the days turned into weeks and then months. I heard the rest of my family down stairs as I sat back wondering how much longer life would continue on like this.  

I watched as the time on the clock kept blinking back at me, unfeeling. [5:45 pm.]  

Another sigh left my lips as I heard my grandmother calling out to my cousins to pick up after themselves. Dinner must be coming to a close, I hummed. I grabbed my headphones and my phone after slipping on a pair of sweatpants. I was used to eating on my own these days. My family never waited for me anymore.  

And thank goodness I did. Coming down the stairs I saw a person I had never met before. “Oh, ____, you’re home!” my older cousin smiled. “This is my girlfriend, Sarah.”  

He was smiling, nothing ever seemed to affect him, not even the pandemic. Here he was, introducing me to his new girlfriend. I smiled as my mind was shouting insults at the family that I was stuck living with. “Nice to meet you,” she moved to shake my hand but I stepped back and then her face seemed to color with understanding. I couldn't believe it, here I was, separating myself from my friends, the guy that I liked, and my dad and a whole other side of my family. But of course, social distancing didn’t apply to my cousin. He was allowed to do just about anything he wanted.  

“Oh, Princess?” my mom came up behind me and steered me into the kitchen, her soft dulcet tones calming as she plated a hefty plate of food for me. Mom was always doing that, steering me away from things and situations, good and bad.  

The tension I felt settled in my brow and my shoulders as I was sat down at the now empty table to eat. I fished my headphones out of my pocket along with my phone and put on a BTS music video, Dynamite, I decided, I needed something to make me smile. Just watching the seven idols always put a smile on my face. Once the song stopped playing, I sent a text to the guy I was crushing on, asking if he had plans tonight.  

[6:01 PM] to: tall boi  u wanna hang out—or r u busy? C:  

I went back to YouTube and selected an old BTS bomb to watch while I finished eating.  Walking back into the kitchen, I plated the rest of my food into a Tupperware box laughing and smiling at the seven boys that I basically grew up with.  

“Plans for tonight, Princess?” my mom was all smiles as she filled her wine glass again.  

I gave her a small smile, “possibly, I’ll let you know.”  

“Perfect, you should put make up on if you decide to go out,” she briefly touched my cheek and floated back to the sofa to get back to her tele-novella. I sighed, she was right, it had been weeks since I felt like a person, I made my way upstairs to my room and put my music on shuffle while I got ready.  

My makeup was all done, and I was picking out an outfit. I finally settled on a cropped black long sleeve sweater and striped pants that made my butt look really cute. Satisfied with my selection, I got dressed, and because I was antsy, I grabbed my keys and told my mom I was leaving.  

I was bounding out the door in minutes, the sounds of screams from haunted houses were rising in the air, and there was a subtle mist that clung to the dark asphalt of the street like a thick blanket. I smiled as the scent of fog machines and the chilling sounds of haunted house albums greeted me before I placed my hand on the driver’s door handle unlocking my car and climbing in.  

The long coat that I draped over my shoulders was already making me too warm as I settled into my seat and waited for the music to connect to the speakers.  

My Time softly greeted my ears as I turned on my seat warmer and adjusted the air settings in my car so that I was comfortable.  

I checked my phone one last time before I peeled out of my parking space and decided that a night time drive through the canyon would be very relaxing. It also took me in his direction so if he ended up wanting to meet up, I would be closer than usual.  

As I turned onto the main road leading down to the canyon, my car alerted me of his text.  

[7:45 PM] from: tall boi can’t im super busy  

I tried to push back the disappointment that took hold of my heart. Only one year before, we had spent this exact night laughing, eating candy and watching TV in his apartment.  The sting of tears threatened to escape from my lashes, but I did my best to not allow them to fall. I further resolved to drive completely through the canyon to end up in the city.  

With my mind made up, I cranked up ON by BTS as it started playing through the speakers. I slowly came to a stop at the streetlight and shifted my car into sport mode. Once the light turned green, I was off merging into the next lane getting in front of the slower cars and pulled ahead.  

Soon, I was curving down into the canyon, the forest coming up and creating a canopy over the road. I had always loved driving down into the canyon and now it was the route most travelled when going to visit my grandpa’s grave. A left-handed turn had me pulling into the outskirts of the city. I kept to the outskirts, not wanting to get mixed up in any traffic and then kept going north. Finally, my destination came up, In n Out. I smiled happily as I got in line.  

After acquiring my sustenance, I made my way over to the nearest park to sit and enjoy my strawberry milkshake and my steaming hot French Fries. Softly, BTS was still playing through my speakers as I scrolled through my phone mindlessly. After another half hour, I got bored and decided to finally start making the long trek home.  

I started up my car again and back tracked briefly to stop at a gas station to fill up my tank before getting back on the road. I killed the engine and fished out my wallet from my purse to pay for my gas. The gas station had been full of cars. A family, two couples and an elderly man. I stood with my phone and scrolled more while waiting for the tank to fill. I suddenly remembered about the trash in my car and threw it out.  

Once the gas line popped, I grabbed a napkin to wipe off the gas tank on my car and removed the gas line. I turned back to the console and keyed in for it to print a receipt. At that moment I heard a shout from behind me and turned in surprise. When I turned again to watch where the scream came from, I saw a short man with a ripped tank top on. A quick glance around told me all the other cars had gone at some point. I clutched onto my phone tighter, unsure if I should really even worry.  

My eyes widened in shock; I had no idea where this person came from. But I seemed to have drawn attention to myself because he changed his trajectory after our eyes met. He stumbled away a little and I let out a sigh of relief as I returned the gas line and impatiently tapped my foot, waiting for the receipt to print. There was another shout and I turned to see he was no longer making his way to the car at the air pump ahead of where I parked —where had it even come from?—he was making his way over to me and he had a sinister smile on his face. My hands started to shake, and I bared my teeth in warning.  

He must have taken it as a smile because his eyes lit up in a disgusting way. My breath hitched in my throat as I saw another guy make his way over from my left. And then the car at the air pump started. The first guy waved at the car signaling for it to come closer. My hands were shaking as I hastily reached for the receipt that finally printed and then a sweet, melodic voice greeted me from behind.  

“Hey Babe, still getting gas?” I turned to give the person a piece of my mind, or scream—I wasn’t sure— when I stopped and my mouth fell open slightly at the sight that greeted me.  

My eyes landed on The Jeon Jungkook. “H-hi,” I stuttered. My hand was still reaching for the receipt from the console, stuck in shock. Jungkook seemed to notice and grabbed onto my wrist, my cellphone was still clutched in my grasp, to tug me gently in his direction.  

The two guys that were making their way over to my car were stopped at the front by the hood, watching the scene play out. “You scared me, Kookie!” I giggled then, the adrenaline or something kicked me into gear and I grabbed onto him leaning in for support. I tried to playfully swat at his arm but couldn’t help but wonder if I was shaking too much to really sell it.

“Who are your friends?” he asked me jutting his chin at the older men.  

I shook my head, “I don’t know them,” and pulled him closer and he easily stepped up to put me slightly behind him.  

Suddenly, I heard the voices of other BTS members, I heard Jimin louder than the others though. “Jungkook-ah!” he called out loudly.  

The two men at the hood of my car snapped their gaze in that direction when they previously seemed to be deciding whether they could take on Jungkook, but at the sound of the rest of the members, they seemed to rethink it. Jungkook called out something in Korean and the sound of footfalls was heard, once the other six made their way to where we were, the two older men backed up and got into the waiting car. After a moment, they drove off and I only calmed down once I was sure they had left. I physically sagged into Jungkook’s back and moved to lean against my car and covered my face.  

The boys were all speaking so fast, I started feeling dizzy and there was a growing ringing in my ears. I slowly sank down using my car for support and didn’t even look at the 7 men stood before me. Softly, I heard a gentle voice trying to bring me back. “Are you okay?”  

I blinked, when had my vision gotten so blurry? I turned to the right when there was a gentle touch to my arm. I was then greeted with Jungkook’s soft face his eyes wide with worry. Suddenly, the full implications of what just almost happened hit me like a bucket of ice-cold water and tears came.  

He let out a surprised sound and the others seemed to quiet down at the sound of my cries. I covered my face again with my hands and my whole body shook. I felt a strong comforting hand on my back and running through my hair. I leaned into the touch and was glad that I was being allowed this moment to process what just happened.  

After a couple of minutes, I calmed down enough to not lean on the person anymore. I moved away slightly and tried to stand up. Hands were offered to me and hands on my hips also helped steady me as I stood again.  

“You’re really here?” I gasped in amazement when I took in the sight of BTS in front of me.  

Namjoon laughed and Yoongi gave me a soft reassuring smile Jin and Jimin nodded. I looked to my right and saw and then finally felt Jungkook beside me. “Oh my god,” I stilled. I covered my face again, though this time, it was from embarrassment. “I look like a mess.”  

Suddenly, it was like they realized that I knew who they were. “Are you ARMY?” Hoseok asked tentatively.  

I nodded, “yes, I’m ARMY,” I smiled and I couldn’t suppress my happiness anymore. I was having serious emotional whiplash. “Thank you,” I told the members and then turned to Jungkook and bowed to 90 degrees. “Thank you,” I tried to bow several times and then he put his hands on my shoulders trying to stop me.  

“No, no” he shook his head. “It’s okay.”  

I shook my head again and then Namjoon stepped in here. “Are you feeling okay?” I felt that I was still trembling but I nodded and Namjoon seemed to read me like an open book. “We are leaving to get dinner would you please join us?”  

I shook my head, as I looked at all of them. “I can't ruin your plans like that.”  

“You wouldn’t ruin our plans,” it was Yoongi who spoke up then.  

“What’s your name?” Jimin asked softly.  

I gasped not believing I could be so rude and bowed again, “____ imnida.”  

“Wooo~” it was Seokjin who gaped at me.  

“I forgot all of my Korean,” I apologized blushing more.  

“That’s okay, we speak English,” Hoseok smiled warmly at me.  

“I know,” I blushed. “Where are you having dinner?”  

“BCD, you know it?” Taehyung finally spoke up.  

I nodded, “I love to eat there! Their kalbi is delicious!”  

Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook all smiled and laughed at my reaction. The older men seemed surprised and glad that I was even interested.  

“Can I go with you?” I blinked. Right. I had my car. I turned and smiled with a nod to Jungkook.  

“If you like, I just gave to move my coat.” I smiled warmly at him.  

I was making my way to the passenger door and then remembered the door was locked so I back tracked and leaned into the cab from the driver’s door to reach for my things and move them around. I scrambled around and I didn’t even think twice as I busied myself wish my task that they would be watching me. Suddenly the chatter around them got a little quiet and then stopped. I settled for draping my coat along the middle console and letting my backpack rest on the floor right in front of my seat. I made sure that it was closed properly so nothing would go rolling around.  

I stood back up and turned to face the seven men that kept me sane for the last 7 years and couldn’t help but be stunned by them yet again. Yoongi and Jungkook had been watching me closely it seemed and the others had their gazed pointedly fixed somewhere else. And then I remembered I was wearing pants that made my butt look delectable. I blushed and unlocked the car doors and told them I was ready.  

Jungkook nodded and moved past me and rest his hand on my hip lightly. I’d never been one to openly drool or be affected by just a man’s touch. Maybe it’s because it was Jungkook or maybe there was just something in the air because of Halloween. But I felt a warmth stir in the pit of my stomach and bit down on my lip to keep myself in check.  

“D-Does anyone else w-want to come along?” I smiled flushing hot, but now, from embarrassment.  

Taehyung nodded and moved to go sit behind Jungkook in the back seat and Jimin followed after. As the younger boys climbed into the car, I heard Jungkook’s sweet voice calling for me front he still open door on my side. “_____-ssi, turn car…on?”  

“Oh!” I nodded and climbed into the driver’s seat pressed on the brake and held the engine start button and my car purred to life. I plugged in my phone and adjusted the volume so the music would be soft and told Jungkook he could put whatever on, when Bigbang started playing through the speakers, I skipped through a couple of songs until I came to an Ariana Grande song. I gave him a small smile and got back out of the car and the other boys in the backseat leaned forward to tell Jungkook what to play.  

Jin smiled and said something in Korean that I didn’t understand and I blushed more as they all looked at me. “You know how to get there? Jin-hyung is asking,” Namjoon translated for me.  

I nodded, “I go there all the time. It’s just down the street that way,” I pointed in the correct direction to emphasize my point.  

Namjoon nodded, “can I come too?” Hoseok gave me a huge smile.  

I nodded with a tight smile, “it might be tight,” I hedged. Hoseok didn’t seem to understand but when he looked in the rear window at how Taehyung and Jimin were commandeering most of the real estate, he sighed. And yelled at them through the window.  

Jimin’s eyebrows were raised as he rolled down his window and said something in retaliation to his hyung. I smiled and giggled a little bit before turning back to Namjoon.  

“I will follow your car?” I asked.  

Namjoon nodded but then started shaking his hard and said “no, we will follow you.”

I nodded with sudden realization. I was driving 3 of the most famous people in the world. Of course, there was a worry that I would drive off and kidnap them. I wouldn’t ever dream of doing that, but I understood. With another nod and a command to drive safely from the hyungs, I got back into my car and settled into my seat.  

I stopped short again as I reached for my seatbelt and looked into my back seat to see Jimin and Taehyung laughing about something so casual and relaxed. Like they belonged there in my car, in my life. To be fair they were part of my life. I followed their music and campaigns religiously. And consumed all the media they created, but what wasn’t normal was having the 3 super stars in my little Honda hatchback.  

“Hi, ___-ah,” Jimin smiled leaning in forward.  

“Hi Jimin-ie,” I giggled as a blush came over me.

“How old are you,” Jimin smiled warmly.  

I giggled a little, “I’m 26.”  

Taehyung and Jungkook laughed at this. “So, you’re our noona?” Jungkook confirmed. I nodded and did my best to ignore the growing flame in my stomach at the sound of Jungkook calling me noona.  

There were gasps and laughs and clear teasing coming from the back seat and I couldn’t stop the smile that wanted to keep growing on my face. “Seatbelts,” I called while I clicked my own into place.  

Beside me I saw Jungkook fasten his own belt and turned back to check that Taehyung and Jimin had secured their own. With a determined nod I said, “okay let’s go! BCD here we come!”

The boys joined in my cheer and I shifted into sports mode again and slowly pulled forward to wait for the hyungs to get behind us in their car.  

Once the black SUV pulled up behind me, I pulled forward and settled into my seat talking as best as I could with the three men in my car. They asked silly questions like what is my favorite color and when I got my car. I answered their questions with the simplest answers that I could. I happily talked about my car telling them I bought it as a birthday present for myself.  

We were only three lights away from the restaurant, what could we really talk about? Still somehow, we were all laughing and talking together. We didn’t catch the first light; we could have but I suddenly was preoccupied with making sure we made it in one piece. My anxiety was through the roof—would they tell their hyungs that I was a safe and responsible driver? While I contemplated this, Boys with fun started playing through the speakers and I turned up the volume by 1 and started singing along and dancing—somehow— forgetting that I had an audience.  

Then the car was suddenly very quiet after I acted out along to Taehyung’s part in the song with J-Hope and I looked over to Jungkook with wide eyes and shock—had I really just done that? His mouth was hanging open in a teasing smile and his eyes were wide with wonder.  

I gasped and said, “don’t laugh!!”

And after another beat of silence, all three erupted with laughter.  

It was contagious, I couldn’t help but laugh too. The light we were stopped at changed to green and I made the left turn and quickly merged all the way to the right in preparation for the eventual right turn we would make.  

The guys were all loud and laughing and making me forget the trauma that I just experienced. What would have happened if Jungkook hadn’t stepped in? I wouldn’t let myself dwell on it while I was with them. I would soak up all the love and positive energy that I could while I had them with me.  

After two more lights, we were turning into the parking lot for BCD. I tried to get a close spot and parked in reverse so if we needed to leave quickly, it wouldn’t be an issue. Once I was parked, I grabbed my mask and tried to not think about the phrase printed on it. “Notice me Oppa”.  

It was meant to be a cute thing to wear if I ended up with him but those plans didn’t exactly pan out and here I was shrugging on my over coat to ward off the cold. I couldn’t believe I was wearing this embarrassing mask in front of the 7 men that I looked up to most. I waited for the boys to get out of the car and then locked the doors with the press of the lock button in my handle. Jimin saw my mask and I saw it in his eyes. The teasing glint in his eyes as he regarded me. “Don’t say anything!” I giggled pointing up at him thankful the mask covered most of, what I was sure was, my red face.  

“C’mon noona,” he teased lightly and the four of us made our way up to the entrance for BCD where the other members had already been ushered inside and to the back room.  

When we entered the ajumma smiled and greeted us in English. Jungkook greeted her warmly in Korean and explained who we were. She nodded and called someone over to lead us into the back room. I had never been back here so I was excited to see a part of the restaurant I hadn’t before.  

The hyungs and some managers were already seated and talking, ordering drinks and relaxing. When we came into the room, the guys called in greeting and I was stunned again with how handsome they all were. I was really here. Eating dinner with them. I couldn’t believe my luck.  

I must have been standing for too long because Yoongi waved at me and called me over with his hand. I blinked and sauntered over and started to really question my mask choice as he leaned in to speak softly. “Hi ____-ah,” He pat on the empty seat beside him and I slowly lowered myself onto the chair after removing my coat.  

I blushed and didn’t want to remove my mask because I knew I was so red underneath the blessed fabric. “Hi—Yoongi?” I hedged he nodded and blinked back at me.  

“I am your oppa?” He smiled teasingly at me and pulled on my mask a little, I pulled away from him a little as my blush deepened further. I nodded and was reminded again of the flame that flared up in my belly again. Now was so not the time. “So?” He raised his eyebrows waiting for me. And then it clicked.  

Was he in a power trip or something?? “H-hi Yoongi-oppa.” I winced, my voice sounded small, even to me.  

He leaned in like I had seen him do at a concert I attended in 2016. At the concert he was waiting for the audience to scream for him and scream we did I reminisced on the screams and cries I had belted out for him. He was my bias at the time and I was hoping that he would be satisfied with how loud the stadium had gotten. Suddenly I was back in my seat, watching how he put a hand cupped around his ear and motioned for me to repeat it again just like that night.  

By some miracle I found my voice again, pulled my mask down and spoke again. “Hi Yoongi-oppa.”

He seemed satisfied this time and leaned back in his chair to chime in on the conversation going on around us. A conversation I couldn’t really participate in since I couldn’t speak Korean and that I had completely lost due to a certain Min Yoongi distracting me. But it seemed that Jungkook was relaying to his hyungs about something that happened. I just sat silently and smiling just happy to be near them.  

Namjoon seemed to notice my lack of understanding because he was leaning over explaining what was being said to me so I could feel included. I smiled and thanked him and then we started having our own conversation. I was worried that because he has such a big brain that I wouldn’t be able to have stimulating conversation for him, but he didn’t make me feel nervous or anything.  

Eventually, a waiter came in with drinks and a soda was placed down in front of me. I thanked them all with nods and bows. And then a shot glass was placed in front of me. I gulped, a little nervous.  

“You can drink, right?” Namjoon looked at me as he seemed to notice that I got nervous.  

I smiled and gave a nervous laugh. “Yes I’m 26.” Though I didn’t voice that I get stupid when I’m drunk.  

“Oh?” He smiled with interest. “I am too.”  

I nodded, “yeah I know.” I blushed and hid my smile a little bit.  

“When Is your birthday?” He asked.  

Oh “February 21st.”  

“That’s only a few days after J-Hope!” Hoseok looked over in interest at the mention of his name.  

I smiled and nodded again stating again, “I know.”  

When Namjoon said “you know” at the same time we both laughed together. Hoseok must have asked him what we were talking about because Namjoon was suddenly gesturing to me and Hoseok’s eyes got wide as he answered back.  

He turned and looked at me and said “we have almost same birthday!”

I nodded along and smiled wider. “You’re older by a few days!”

He nodded and sat back in his seat suddenly energetic again. “Let’s be close since we are same age!”

I nodded and said, “okay.” Yoongi snorted beside me and I turned back to look at him and smile. “Neh, oppa?” I gasped suddenly and fished for my cellphone from my pocket and blushed when I felt Yoongi lean in closer to look at the purple screen and asked if I was okay.  

I had made a mood-board of Jungkook my Lock Screen and had just finished customizing my Home Screen just the day before. I nodded to Yoongi in answer and pulled up messages on my phone and text my mom that I was safe and with my friends so she wouldn’t worry me and apologized for not texting sooner. Not even a minute later, she replied back thanking me for letting her know.  

I smiled and let out a little sigh of relief. Yoongi had to have still been watching me because suddenly, his finger was tapping against my phone and looking at the settings I had in place. He scrolled through the photos I had cycling on screen and stopped at an edit of him from Boy with Luv. He pointed at the screen and then back at himself, that’s me.  

I nodded. “You were my first bias,” I giggled.  

“Who is now?” I blushed and locked the screen and illuminated it for him to see Jungkook’s face smiling up at him. Namjoon seemed to catch on our conversation at this point.  

“You mean it’s not me?” He played it like he was offended and I hurriedly tried to explain.  

“I love all of you. You’re all my bias and my wreckers at the same time. You’re all so talented and you’re so smart.” I suddenly realized that I was gushing about them to him and clammed up a little feeling self-conscious.  

Yoongi seemed to notice and gently pat on my arm trying to be reassuring. I gave him a small smile and he said something in Korean and Namjoon translated for me. I suddenly remembered about the iOS update that happened to put a translator on my phone.  

I hurriedly unlocked my phone but Facial recognition didn’t seem to work so I typed in my code. And pulled up the translator. I spoke into it, “maybe we can understand each other now.” And pressed play on the Korean side of it.  

The little voice that played back made Yoongi’s eyes light up in wonder as he nodded back.  

He then got his own phone out and found the translator and spoke what he said “okay, I think this can work.”

I smiled triumphantly and told Namjoon I didn’t want him to have to translate everything for me. He smiled and then relaxed back in his seat revealing Jungkook to his left. I smiled and turned back to Yoongi asking him about how he was doing. Why they were even in California.  

Yoongi answered and we went back and forth like this a few times. And then a waitress stopped between us to ask for our order. Yoongi motioned for me to go first. I ordered the kalbi combo with mild spice on my tofu soup.  

Yoongi snorted out a laugh again and I gasped at him waiting for him to finish ordering after me to ask him what was so funny. He explained that he laughed at how I ordered not spicy soup.  

I rolled my eyes and laughed more. “I get sick if I have too much spicy food.”

He nodded and suddenly concern clouded his eyes asking if I was okay eating here.  

I smiled and assured him that I’d been craving to eat here for a while now. I told him that I wanted to at least pay for my meal when I suddenly remembered that isn’t how Koreans gather. I apologized and bowed my head that I forgot.  

Namjoon’s ears pricked up at my comment. “What do you mean you forgot; did you live in Korea?”

I shook my head and spoke into the translator as I answered so Yoongi wouldn’t feel left out. “I wanted to move to South Korea so I learned about the culture over there. And I learned when you go out one person pays for everybody and you take turns.”

Namjoon nodded and confirmed and Yoongi asked. “Is that not how it is here?”

I shook my head no. “Everyone pays for themselves when you go out with a group. Or if one person pays, you pay your part to that person.”

Yoongi’s jaw dropped in shock and Namjoon just nodded along. Soon after sides were laid in front of us and I looked at the fish placed in front of me. And Yoongi turned his attention to the others I was deep in thought as I watched them all dancing around and joking with each other. I wished this time together could last forever.  

A wistful sigh left my lips as I had my phone facing up on the table in front of me when my phone lit up with a message from my crush.  

[21:37] from tall boi:  wanna meet up?

I sighed and rolled my eyes, the disappointment rolling off of me in waves seemed to alert the others.  

“Yah. ____-ah!” It was Hoseok. “Why you are sad?”

“Oh,” I smiled at him. “This guy wants me to meet up with him.”

“Is he your boyfriend?” Hoseok laughed.  

I giggled more and shook my head no. “He’s not. Just a guy that wants to mess around.”

Namjoon blushed at that when Hoseok looked confused at my answer. I guess Namjoon explained what I said because Yoongi was suddenly upset and talking into his phone when it sounded out. “That guy sounds like an asshole block his number!”  

I laughed. Actually laughed, and nodded as I opened the text and didn’t answer leaving it on read.  

Jin suddenly looked over at me, “we make him jealous!”

I shook my head no. “We don’t have to do that.”

Hoseok was suddenly into it with how shy I had gotten. “Yes! Let’s do it!”

The rest of the group cheered and Jimin snatched up my phone from across the table and snapped a photo of me sitting between Yoongi and Namjoon.  The two men leaned into me and put their arms around me.  

I giggled and blushed even more and Taehyung hopped up from beside Jungkook and came to stand behind us, leaning down. Jin shot up out of his chair on the other side of us and shouted. “You need Jin, worldwide handsome!” And made his way over too.  

I couldn’t stop laughing and Jimin kept taking photos capturing every moment. Hoseok suddenly called out to the one of the staff and asked for them to take our photo together. He was gesturing to us and the staff member nodded and took my phone from Jimin.  

Suddenly I was stood up, Yoongi and Namjoon pushed our three chairs together and sat me down on their lap. Jungkook got closer, and Taehyung sat to Yoongi’s right. The three other men gathered behind us and posed. I don’t know how I didn’t notice, but they were each holding onto me somehow. I couldn’t help the smiles and the laughs that escaped me. I was actually happy.  

The staff member handed my phone to me and I thanked him profusely bowing many times.  

The next thing I knew, our food was coming out and our spots were rearranged so I was sitting between Jin and Jimin on the other side of the table now. Yoongi glared in our direction and Jimin childishly taunted him.  

I’m watching you! It looked like Yoongi warned Jimin who bowed his head and closed his eyes with a 10000-watt smile as we sat. Finally, someone said let’s eat and we all dug into our meals. Everyone grabbed from whatever plate they wanted and ate together.  

“What is your favorite BTS song?” Jimin asked me suddenly, pulling me from watching the others laugh and joke while they ate.  

I laughed lightly and answered honestly. “All of them. But the first song I ever heard was Haruman.”  

Jimin seemed to think back on it fondly.  

“Who is your favorite?” Jin asked me.  

I smiled and showed him my phone screen.  

“Yah! Not worldwide handsome Jin?!” he screeched incredulously.  

I smiled and giggled at his dramatics I could tell he was joking but it still made me laugh. “Oppa~~ don’t be like that.”

He’s eyes sparkled at my tone and he then continued to eat his food and joke with the other guys. And I looked on fondly.  

“Jungkook is really your favorite?” Jimin asked me.  

I smiled and blushed nodding and bumped my shoulder with his as I explained that they were all my favorite at one point. I just had a soft spot for the youngest of the group. Jungkook turned at the sound of his name, his eyebrows raised in question passing over me and then turning to Jimin.  

“Hyung?” He called in his melodic voice.  

I couldn’t get over hearing them without a filter of some sort. Be it a screen or a microphone from a concert. A girl could get used to this. Jimin spoke quickly to the maknae and the way his eyes gleamed with pride as he then smiled at me told me everything I needed to know about the exchange. He knew that he is my bias and there was so hiding it now.  

I blanched a little under his intense gaze and looked down at my plate blushing when Jimin saw this he took the opportunity to tease me. Bringing it to the attention of everyone at the table. I would have been mortified but I didn’t really care. I was again just so happy to be around then to hear them. I was rubbing elbows with Mr. Worldwide Handsome over here!  

Maybe I was getting overwhelmed again, but I felt a tear escape my eyes and Jin seemed to calm down and pat my back trying to comfort me.  

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked from my left I turned to him and I started sobbing. The guys all sprang up from their seats and tried to reassure me. I nodded and grabbed a napkin trying to dab away my tears. I had worked so hard to make my make up perfect tonight. I wasn’t going to ruin it I cursed myself internally. I curled up into myself as I tried to calm myself, patting on my shoulders in a soothing motion.  

Then Jungkook was knelt in front of me. “Can I hug you?” Was falling to my ears.  

I nodded and said, “yes please.” Then. I felt the world come to a standstill. I was overcome with his scent and the strength of his arms. I don’t even know why I was still crying. I hid my face in his chest and he suddenly lifted me up into his arms to move back to his seat and keep me in his lap. Jungkook kept a hand on my thigh and kept eating and offered me bites of food here and there.  

After a few minutes, I calmed down enough and moved to get up off his lap. He wrapped an arm around my waist and held me in place. My chopsticks were passed over to me and I ate happily from my new seat.  

“Tell me if I’m too heavy,” I told him while trying to lessen my weight on his leg. He blinked back at me in confusion so Namjoon translated since my phone was still at the other side of the table.  

Jungkook smiled and puffed his chest. “I’m Strong. I can hold you noona.”

I giggled and went back to eating happily. As we all sat and ate Jungkook’s hold on me loosened but he still kept a hand on my thigh.  

As we ate, the boys ordered booze and shots.  Jin wanted me to drink for him so I had initially tried to deny but then I found myself with my hand on my elbow like I had learned and turned my face away to drink the shot. I had turned in Hoseok’s direction and he pretended to be offended making the guys all start laughing.  

I couldn’t stop laughing with them. The next thing I knew, we were tumbling out into the cool air and it was late. Too late.  

“We’re going to go keep the party going, if you want to come?” Namjoon asked as Jungkook kept a firm hold on my waist from my left. I smiled and nodded before I looked at my phone and saw the time. 11:35 and several texts from my mom asking if I was alright.  

I told my mom I was okay just caught up in eating with my friends and looked up at them sadly. Well. I don’t really want to leave.  

Taehyung and Jimin cheered and grabbed me into their arms and I felt the loss of Jungkook’s arm around me. And we all cheered so ready for the party to continue. Namjoon smiled and said that he’d be coming in the car with me this time. Yoongi agreed and Jimin and Taehyung pouted.  

“Noona~” they pleaded I didn’t understand the rest of what they said because it was all in mostly drunk Korean.  

I giggled and shook my head not understanding. Jungkook was once again pulling me into his side and I looked up at him smiling.  

“You let me come, right?” Jungkook’s eyes were shining like stars.  

I nodded and Taehyung and Jimin groaned. I looked back at them confused and Taehyung tried to explain. “I come too?”

I nodded, “if you want to squish between your hyungs.” Taehyung cheered and Jimin looked offended.  

I giggled at their show of annoyance with each other. “Where are we going?” I asked Namjoon.  

“To our hotel?” He answered.  

I nodded, “okay. Let’s go!” Jungkook crowed into the night air and I joined him along with Taehyung. We raced back to the cars, Jungkook got shotgun again and we climbed into my car. I felt the purr of the engine coming alive again and smiled to myself. Or so I thought.  

“You really like your car,” Yoongi gave me a gummy smile.  

I nodded and looked back at him through the rear view while we waited for the younger boys to climb into the black SUV. I had the biggest smile on my face and reconnected my phone to the USB-port. A Spanish Selena song Tu Solo Tu started played and I mumbled an apology when Yoongi said to leave it on.  

Maybe it was the little alcohol in my system, but I started belting out with the song, just singing my heart out as though I didn’t have an audience. Once the song changed the younger boys were ready and motioned for me to follow. I nodded and shifted into sport again, following after.  

After I sang a bit more and the boys joined in, Namjoon spoke up. “Your singing is really pretty.”

I blushed and said no but he insisted so I finally let him have it. “Can I record your voice?”  

I knew it was Yoongi and for some reason it made my heart flutter. So, I answered with a question of my own. “Are you serious?”

I looked back at him briefly and saw him nod in response and if I thought my face was going to break in half before, that was nothing compared to this. I nodded and enthusiastically said yes. “I would love that.”

He hummed quietly and Jungkook brought my attention back to the road when he started asking me questions about how long I’ve been in California and if I was ever going to go to South Korea.  

“I’ll make it there some day,” I told him. “Maybe not for a while; I can’t speak much Korean. I want to be able to speak more.”  

“What can you say?”

I laughed and said “hi my name is ____. Or I’m ____.” I thought a little harder. “Where is it?” I couldn’t stop the bubbling laughter. “I took a class years ago but I didn’t have anyone to practice with so I lost most of it.”

“We can help you practice,” Namjoon smiled warmly from the back seat.  

I shook my head. “You’re already busy enough, you don’t need me wasting your time too.”  

“Will you help me with English?” Jungkook queried softly from my right.  

When I looked over at him, I stilled. He was looking at me from under his lashes turning the cuteness to 5 trillion. I nodded. “Of course, I would help you!”

“So, we help you too,” Yoongi smiled.  

I blushed and continued to follow after the younger boys and finally after a half hour drive of singing and laughing with the guys, we were pulling off the freeway and towards their hotel. Once we finally arrived, we parked and made our way inside. Yoongi took the lead and Jungkook jumped around annoying his hyungs and making me laugh.  

Namjoon and I were laughing talking about their plans while in California. I gushed about local beaches and then remembered they probably wouldn’t be able to go, first because the weather was getting colder, and two they’re celebrities.  

Namjoon smiled in understanding helping me not feel bad for my inconsiderate answer. I’d had my hands up and was talking animatedly about how I haven’t really been around people because of social distancing and my frustration about my cousin still having a perfectly normal time right now.  

I then paled considerably. “I hope I don’t get you guys sick.”

Yoongi had just stopped to enter a keycard into a door as I said this and he shook his head. And Namjoon looked down at me with a soft smile, “you won’t. It’s okay.”

Namjoon ushered me into the hotel room after Yoongi and Jungkook and we were greeted with the cheers of our arrival from the others.  

“You made it!” Jimin and Taehyung shot up and wrapped their arms around me, tugging me around. I laughed and told them to please put me down.  

Yoongi yelled out something in Korean as he was rifling through some bags. My name was somewhere in the mix there so I looked over to him. Jimin and Taehyung groaned out in response.  

“Yah hyung,” and then they grumbled on before letting me go. Yoongi called me over and I dropped my bag on a chair and shrugged off my coat.  

“We record?” He flashed me a gummy smile and I perked up instantly.  

Hoseok groaned at the sound of Yoongi’s words but then was slightly interested once Namjoon explained Yoongi wanted to record me. “___-ah come get a drink!” Hoseok called before I made it to Yoongi.  

Yoongi growled out some sort of response with a scowl and so I promised Hoseok. “After, I will.”  

Yoongi was typing away and I sat beside him watching as he fiddled with settings. “Okay.” He grabbed his phone and was searching something up.  

“I’m nervous,” I laughed. “What should I sing for you?”

“The same song?” He answered with a furrowed brow.  

“Oh, from the car?” I asked my eyebrows raised in question. He nodded and I pulled up the lyrics on my phone to make sure I would sing it correctly.  

I cleared my voice a little and then started singing, careful to make sure I put as much effort into the quality of the sound and making sure the pitch was right too. I sang through the whole song once doing my best to not notice the way the others slowly stopped having conversations to listen to me singing. I made the mistake of looking up from my phone at one point and met eyes with Jungkook and nearly stopped singing.  

I looked over at Yoongi sitting beside me and his eyes were already trained on me so intently I started blushing and nearly fumbled the last few words of the song.  

Namjoon came over and started asking about the song and about what it meant. I explained it’s about lovers and the woman singing about how she’s getting drunk and can’t get over the person.  

After a while longer, we were all singing and dancing together. I sat down after a while and lazily sipped at the beer that they had given me. I started feeling myself get tired. Once I let my body relax, I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and gasped at the time. It was 3 AM.  

“Holy shit,” I laughed. Namjoon plopped down next to me and asked what happened. I showed him the time and he was equally surprised.  

Yoongi sat to my left and had his eyebrows raised in question. I showed him the time and explained, “It’s late. I should probably go home.”

“No~,” I heard the drawn-out call at my words from Jin as he sat on the chair beside the sofa I was resting on.  

“Jin hyung, you’re drunk,” Taehyung laughed at the oldest member.  

Jungkook tumbled over to where we sat and landed at my feet, laying his head in my lap. Maybe it’s because I was drunk or because I knew I would have to leave them, whatever it was had me reaching out to touch him. It made me card my fingers through his pillowy soft hair and run my hands across his shoulders giving him a light massage.  

He hummed and I could feel it through his back and I marveled at him and the way he was built so strong. It made me miss his strong arms around my waist like they were only hours before. Jungkook relaxed into my touch and leaned his back against my knees. I hummed quietly and eventually got too tired. I pat on his shoulder affectionately and gave him a brief squeeze before sitting back all the way in my spot and resting my head against the back of the sofa.  

“You’re tired,” Yoongi commented.  

“Neh oppa,” I smiled up at him.  

“Stay here and rest,” Jungkook said.  

I shook my head, “I should go home.”

“You’ve been drinking,” Taehyung pointed out remembering my earlier comment of not wanting to drink and drive.  

I frowned. I had been drinking and quite a lot of the bottles laying around were anything to go by. I hummed in response, not able to add much to the conversation.  

“Stay,” came Jungkook’s dulcet tones again.  

Yoongi put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close. Jimin sauntered over and sat down beside Jungkook leaning against him on the floor.  

“No one wants to cuddle with me?!” Jin screeched clearly joking but still trying to get someone to going join him. Namjoon let out a heavy sigh and went to sit in Jin’s lap. I chuckled softly and watched as they all talked with each other. Hoseok finally flopped down onto the mattress and scrolled through his phone.

I blinked and tried to hold back a yawn while Yoongi got comfortable in his spot and Taehyung sat beside us. “Are you staying noona?” I heard someone call as my eyelids were harder and harder to keep open. Yoongi had started humming a soft tune. I vaguely recognized it as Seesaw and hummed in response again.  

Hoseok was up again because I heard him walking around. Someone removed the beer bottle that was in my hand and then I was being lifted up. I opened my eyes briefly as much as I could and heard Jin say something in Korean. I was too tired to really ask, Namjoon called out to whoever was carrying me and I heard a chest rumble in response.  

The soft quality reminded me of Jungkook but I wasn’t sure. I blinked up blearily at the person holding me and was met with Jungkook’s sharp jawline. I sighed and snuggled closer into him; I briefly noticed his grip tightening on me slightly.  

“Just rest noona,” he hummed the smell of his breath and alcohol washed over me. Jin called back for Jungkook from down the hallway. I also heard Yoongi too but couldn’t be bothered to really try to pay attention.  

When I finally managed to open my eyes again, I was looking at Taehyung’s back as he opened the door to another room. I tried my best to ask in Korean, “Where are we?”  

Jungkook and Taehyung both cooed at me seemingly praising me based on their tone. I hummed happily once I was deposited onto a cool and soft surface. Someone removed my shoes. I felt hands on my waist and the zipper for my pants coming down.  

“What are you doing?” I huffed in annoyance.  

I didn’t hear a response. Just felt my pants being pulled down and quickly a silky soft material was being pushed up my legs. I forced my eyes open and laughed when I saw Jungkook and Taehyung trying to get a pair of basketball shorts on me. I helped them and raised my hips. I heard them huff a “thank you noona” in Korean.  

I heard fabric rustling and sighs and they were chatting about the day. I couldn’t quite catch everything. I briefly heard my phone going off in the background and one of them handed my phone to me. I opened my eyes and saw it was a text from my mom.  

[4:02 AM] from Mom: are you coming home?  

I answered back. [4:05 AM] to Mom:  nope still out with my friends. I’m not coming home tonight.  

Her response was immediate. [4:05 AM] OK you need to stay safe.  

I sighed and turned off my phone. And flung it to the end of the bed. I heard laughs and snickers in response to my attitude. I grumbled out, “Kookie~”  

“Neh, noona.”  

I heard the smile in his laugh. “Cuddles…” I racked my brain, trying to remember the phrase in Korean, “hold me tight.”  

I heard Taehyung right behind me then. His chuckle was right in my ear as he cooed at me for speaking Korean again. I shivered and settled under the covers comfortably as he had pulled them back. Finally, Jungkook came into bed too and I sighed happily when he pulled me to rest on his chest.  

Taehyung draped himself across my back and held onto my waist. I fell asleep quickly after that, praying that the last 12 hours had not been a dream.  

A/N: This probably won’t have a second part-- hence calling it a one shot. anywho;; I’m safe, nothing eneded up happening that night because a higher power was looking out for me that night-- so enjoy this crack piece and talk to me or something or i’ll just go off into the void and not do anything else but edit the next chapter in Music of the Night.. so i’m off to do that! 

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[supernaturalteenwolf14]

Cora’s Brother Part 2

Okay since my last one got some likes I’ll go ahead and do another part!!! Fair warning it will be a little bit of a slow burn.

In this part Derek is seeking help from Riley about him learning to shift into a full wolf without difficulty. In my little world here him and Braeden weren’t a thing, it would just complicate things. 

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Thank you for reading!!!!!

Part One

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“All you have to do is breath Mitch” I told one of the beta’s who was getting ready to go through their first full moon. When a werewolf hits puberty the full moon after is when they go through their first full shift.

“Obviously I’m breathing” He said angrily

“Okay why don’t you calm down then? Think of something that makes you happy like your family or friends. Focus on that thought and only that and while doing so slow your breathing” I told him. He nodded his head and did as I told soon I saw his claws turn back to his human ones. 

“Thank you” He told me relieved 

“It’s all about finding an anchor Mitch, now go back to class remember I’m here if you need me. Don’t try to kill anymore teachers” I joked.  

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The full moon was tonight and the compound is as it always is on a full moon. Slightly panicked. We had multiple wolves coming of age and some omegas who still need to learn control.

“Is everything handled for tonight?” My grandma asked me.  

“Should be” I stated. “Mom is getting everyone chained up now who absolutely needs in and I”ll be with the ones who think they can control it and if they can I’ll talk them through it” 

“Good” She stated walking away.

“What are you going to do?” I asked her. 

“I’m going to take a nap, you guys got it handled” She said.  

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She was right we got it handled. Everyone I was with was in control and my mother even got a couple of the out of control ones to gain it back. Overall it was a pretty good full moon. Right now it was the morning after and I could already feel my bones aching for not fully shifting last night.

“You okay?” Cora asked me from the doorway.

“I’m fine, I’ll just need to shift tonight since I couldn’t last night” I told her. 

“Derek is coming back” Cora told me I looked up at her and smiled. It’s been a couple months since we both last seen Derek. Of course Cora had been keeping in touch with him. “He’s gonna need your help”

I furrowed my eyebrows at her in confusion “With what?” 

“He evolved” She said proudly. When a wolf evolves it means they can now change into a full wolf, which is rare. Talia Hale could do it so it runs in the family. I remember when I evolved, it’s a scary thing thinking you’re loosing your power only to gain it pack more powerful than ever. I remember Cora asked us about the lose of power Derek was experiencing, we all thought it was a by product of what Kate Argent did to him, we were wrong. 

“Cora that’s great! Yeah I’ll help him.”

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I looked down from the balcony and watched as Derek entered and gave his sister a hug. I made my way downstairs and greeted him with a smile. “Congratulations” I told him. 

He nodded at me. “I was hoping I could get your help”

“Of course, we’ll start tomorrow, tonight we eat” I stated with a smile. 

“Here?” Cora asked. 

“Nah we’re going out” I said. 

All three of us walked into the restaurant on the other side of town otherwise known as the ‘human’ side of town. The humans aren’t aware of our existence but people have their superstitions. We all got our table and ordered our food. 

“How’s Scott?” Cora asked her brother. 

“He’s good, he’s got Beacon Hills covered” He answered. 

“So you’re staying?” Cora asked hopeful. 

“Yeah I’m staying” He said his eyes shifting to me. “And I kinda need a pack” 

“Well then tonight isn’t just dinner; it’s a celebration. Welcome to the pack Derek.” I told him. 

“Here you go” The familiar waiter said as he gave Cora and Derek their food “And for you” He said once he got to me and set my plate down in front of me. 

“That’s real funny Connor, why don’t you go back and actually cook my hamburger” I told him noticing my completely raw food. 

“Why don’t you go back to your side of town” He told me matching my tone. 

“It was once your side of town too” I informed him.

“Not anymore it isn’t” He said before another female waitress intervened with a nasty look at Connor and taking my plate apologizing to me.

“I hate him” I said. 

“Who was that?” Derek asked. 

“Connor Sparks, my brother. He’s like us, he just doesn’t want to be so once he learned control he bailed. I didn’t think he was working today” I said. 

“What he just doesn’t have nothing to do with you guys?” He asked. The surge of anger I got basically sent my body into over drive. I needed to shift.

“Yep, and on that note, you two enjoy dinner, there’s something I need to do” I told them putting enough money on the table that would pay for their dinner plus a tip.

“Riley wha-” Cora started. 

“I’m good I just need to run” I said and left before anything else could be said. Truth is I didn’t want to be in the same place as Connor especially after the way he had just treated me. How could someone be born into one of the most powerful werewolf families and not want to be a part of any of it, instead chooses to start his own family. He has a wife and three kids that have no idea about me and he won’t let any of us around them. Even goes as far as to not take them to the school I work at. Going out into the woods I took my clothes off and shifted into a wolf. Then I just ran.

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“Okay so this whole process is going to hurt like hell” I warned Derek. I was getting ready to teach him how to fully shift. “You aren’t going to be able to fully shift until the next full moon but you can get there part of the way so that it won’t hurt so bad” 

“The first one wasn’t too bad” He stated. 

“It’s always the easiest. It’s the ones after that hurt like hell. Your body and your mind now knows whats going to happen. You feel it don’t you?” I asked him. 

“Yeah, like my whole body is sore” He said rubbing his shoulder. 

“All 206 of our bones break and morph into completely different shapes and sizes to form our wolf. Most of the time your sore like that after a shift but it goes away. It becomes painful before a full moon, that’s why I usually like to shift during the full moon when I can” I told him. 

“Because of the pain?” He asked me. 

“Because the more you hold back a full shift the more pain your in until eventually your body decides to do it for you” I told him. “It would be like your out of control basically the smallest amount of anger is enough to get you to shift, but once you are shifted all you feel is relief.”

“Like last night?” He asked me referring to my sudden exit last night. 

“Like last night” I confirmed. “The woods are ours so we can run in them anytime without worrying about humans seeing us or hunters” 

“Sounds nice” He stated. 

“It is” I smiled. 

“So how do I start the shift?” He asked. 

“You concentrate. Imagine yourself becoming the wolf focus on your body. I usually start with my neck but it can be something else.” I said watching as Derek concentrated as hard as he could until a crack was heard in the room and Derek grunted in pain.

“You’re right” He said breathing deeply “It hurts”

“The first couple times yeah, but you get used to it” I told him. “What broke?”

“My shoulder” He said rubbing it. 

“Next time it happens don’t let the pain take you out, let it guide you. What ever hurts focus on it more what ever you do just don’t fight it” I told him as his grunts of pain filled the air as more and more of his bones broke. 

“I think that’s enough for today” I told him “You did good”

“It didn’t feel good” He told me. 

“Ice baths help” I told him

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It’s been a couple months since Derek’s been a part of the pack. He’s been a good help tagging along when he could when we had to meet with some of the surrounding packs. He’s been doing well on his shifting although he hasn’t fully shifted he’s gotten close, this next moon coming up I’m sure he will fully shift. We’ve become good friends. He’s learned how we work and he’s gotten to know a lot of the other pack members. Even though he has a room here if he wanted him and Cora decided to move into a loft close to here. It’s kinda like if they aren’t here they are there and vice versa. 

Right now my mother and grandmother are discussing about what to do about one of the surrounding packs beta. Their alpha is a hot head named Marcus. One of his betas hunted down a young hunter and killed him. When it comes to this sort of thing we let the hunters decide what to do. Marcus’s beta who I learned was named Karl was in his right mind and knew what he was doing. He chose to take an innocent life and there was nothing we could do about that. The good thing with our hunters here is that they make death a very last option. 

“I wanna speak with your alpha!” A large man said storming into the compound. Marcus. 

“You can speak to me” I told him.

“Last time I checked you weren’t the alpha little wolf” He said a little too close to my face for comfort. 

“You can speak to the alpha through me” My mother said coming up next to me. 

“They aren’t taking my beta” He said to her. My eyes shifted to Derek and Cora entering the compound their attention focused on Marcus. Everyone’s attention was focused on him.

“Your beta killed one of them, he was a child and he was innocent Marcus. Our deal with the hunters is that they take over when an innocent life is lost, especially when in control.” My mother said. 

“No hunter is innocent Mary” He stated. 

“The color of his eyes speak a different story” She said. “The decision has been made Marcus” 

All my senses kicked in when he stepped closer to my mother. I stepped forward and let a low growl be heard. “Maybe it’s time for another alpha to take over” He said.

“You better think carefully about what you’re getting ready to do Marcus” Mom told him. 

“My pack against yours and if I win I’m the next alpha. Not your whole pack either my pack will fight just the Sparks.” He stated. 

“And if we win your stripped of your alpha title and your betas belong to us are we clear?” Mom told him.

“Crystal” He said turning around to leave “Saturday night in the clearing of the woods” 

Once he left I looked at my mother in shock “Mom what the hell. Just the sparks means you, me, and grandma and she can’t fight so it will just be you and I against an alpha and his pack” 

“Marcus only has three betas” She stated as if that made any difference.

“It will still be you and I against three betas and an alpha, we’re going to loose” I told her. 

“We might have a chance if we get your brother” She said. 

“Mom he wants nothing to do with us” 

“I’m hoping he will if he knows what it means if we loose. Marcus won’t fight until we give up he will fight until we are dead. So either he helps or he’s fine with his family being dead. Find him and talk to him while I talk to your grandmother” She said turning around to leave. 

I rolled my eyes and started to walk away until I felt Derek’s hand wrap around my upper arm to stop me. “What happened?” He asked concerned. I gestured for him to follow me as I explained everything. 

“He can’t do that though can he? Just limit it to the family” Derek asked. 

“He shouldn’t be able too, it should be pack against pack but my mother agreed to it so there’s no changing it now” I said walking up to my room so I can get my jacket. 

“Why would she do that?” Cora asked. 

“I guess because she thinks we can win if we somehow convince Connor to join in, which I highly doubt he will” I said putting my jacket on. 

“This whole situation is a complete shit show” I stated more to myself then to either Derek or Cora. Walking out the door I noticed Derek kept following me and not Cora as she started talking with other pack members. “I don’t need your help Derek”

“I think you do” He stated. “Maybe I can try to talk to your brother if he won’t listen to you” 

“You can try. Connor hates everything werewolf, I’m sure if he had the chance he would cure himself of it” I stated as he followed me out to my car, even getting in the passenger seat. 

“There has to be a reason why though, he can’t just hate what he is out of no where” He said. I let out a breath. 

“When he was first learning control he lashed out on his girlfriend. Left three scars along her face. She’s fine, in fact she’s still with him, but he never forgave himself.” I said. 

“Yeah but to cut himself off from you, his mother and grandma?” Derek said. 

“I think some of it is her too. I’ve never actually spoken to her but there is one emotion I smell every single time any of us are in her line of sight.” I said .

“What is that?” He asked. 

“Disgust” I said. 

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Trying to talk to Connor was the single and worst thing I have ever tried to do in my life. Like what I expected he didn’t care. “Connor mom and I don’t stand a chance against a whole pack” I told him. 

“Then maybe you should surrender” He said nonchalantly.

“Connor if we do that the town will go to crap, and it won’t be safe for your wife and your kids” I told him hoping that would change his mind. 

“That won’t be a problem much longer because we are moving far far away from here, all you’re telling me is that I should do it before Saturday” He stated and walked away from me. 

I shook my head and walked over to Derek who’s been listening in sitting at a table. “I’m gonna kidnap him” I told him. 

“That’s not going to work” Derek told me. “He has to want to help” 

“You got any better ideas?” I asked him. 

“I’m gonna talk to him” He said getting up before I could even respond. I watched as Connor reluctantly agreed to speak. I focused my hearing to listen in. 

“I’m not helping them” Connor told Derek. “I’m done with that part of my life” 

“Are you really?” Derek asked “Because your heart beat is stating otherwise, and I can smell the worry” 

“Listen dude, if I do this I loose everything” He said. 

“Why because your wife doesn’t accept who you really are?” Derek asked him. “Listen I don’t know you but I know your family and coming from someone who doesn’t have that much family left, you should do everything you can to protect them. I’m not going to give you relationship advice, but somethings can be kept from her” 

“When’s the match?” Connor asked. 

“Saturday” Derek replied. 

“I might be there, and I might not. Better tell my sister to train hard, mom’s never been much of a fighter” Connor said. I watched as Derek walked back up to me and I didn’t really know what I was doing until I did it. I got up and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“I don’t know how you did it but you did. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you” I told him as he hugged me back. 

“All I got was a maybe” He stated. 

“That’s a lot more than what I got” I said letting him go. “Can I ask you one more favor?” 

“What is it?” He asked. 

“I’ve trained with my pack mates but you’ve actually done real fighting with the alpha pack and other things-”

“I didn’t exactly win those fights” He stated. 

“You still have experience though. Think you could help me train?” I asked him. 

“Of course” He said softly. Throughout our conversation I didn’t even realize how close we still were from the hug I had given him, and the fact that his hand was still placed on my waist. “We start tonight” 

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[what-big-teeth]

Spark (Male Fire Elemental, pt. 1)

When graduate student Simone Price inherits her deceased grandmother’s house, she hopes to mend bridges that were long burned prior to the sudden passing by way of fond memories. But she soon learns two important truths. One, the cause behind those severed connections is still around. Two, the childhood fables her grandmother told her are more rooted in reality than imaginative fantasy.

Female Human (POV) x Male Monster [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] ”It’s...charming, you know? Really rustic.” Mica carefully chooses her words and attempts a cheerful smile. When she fails, she settles on tucking a loose microbraid behind her deep brown ear. “Right, Mason?”

Mason hefts the large, black garbage bag full of cleaning tools off the ground, gives the old house a once-over from top to bottom, then snorts. Loudly. Mica swiftly elbows her twin in the ribs for “being rude”, but even I can’t stop my nose from scrunching up in displeasure. 

She can dress up her opinion with as many euphemisms as she wants. But the truth is plain as day: Nana’s place has gone to the dogs. 

The two story’s once brilliant white paint is a dingy, chipping mess that reveals the underlying dark decay. The windows, always transparent enough to see through when the curtains were drawn back, are caked with grime and rust. And the front door, a deep, beautiful burgundy my mind can still picture, has dulled into a paler shade of red. I wouldn’t be surprised if Nana’s little garden in the backyard has been choked by weeds and overrun with wild plants. It saddens me to see the current state of her home compared to when my visits were more common. That was before Dad suddenly severed all contact with Nana ten years ago, when I was only thirteen.

A warm weight settles onto my shoulder, fending off the morning’s autumnal chill. Mica wears a sympathetic smile.

“Are you alright, Simone?”

I’ll never be able to thank Mica and Mason enough for sacrificing part of their Thanksgiving break to help me out. But I can try by remaining as positive as possible. 

“I will be,” I say. “Once Nana’s place starts looking like it used to.”

“It’s your house now,” Mason says, adjusting his grip on the garbage bag. Oddly enough, his words sound sad. “You sure you don’t want to do anything different with it?”

It came as a shock when Nana’s last will and testament bequeathed the entirety of her property and assets to me. Dad did all he could to contest the document, but his attempts failed. I’ll never forget the haunted look in his dark eyes when I asked him why he disagreed with my newfound inheritance.

“That place isn’t a home, baby. Not with what it’s got locked inside of it.”

I later refused to budge on the matter, even when he begged me to. After that, Dad told me to do as I wished, but to be careful and stay vigilant. I didn’t understand what he meant then and I still don’t. But I hope, with some hard work and lots of love, Nana’s house will be whole again. Then with time, Dad will come to visit and remember the good times before his mother’s passing.

“Earth to Simone,” Mason says. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, and I’m sure.” I fish out the front door key from my coat pocket and smile. “Let’s get to work.”

We hang our coats in the entryway. Once the buckets, brooms, and mops are divvied up among us, Mason works on doling out the cleaning solution. We then decide on who gets what area. Mason is quick to claim the upstairs, citing the possibility of rotten wood weakening the floor.

“I’d rather fall to the first floor and get hurt than see it happen to you two,” he says in an obstinate tone. “Especially since you two might end up worse off.”

“Always the gentleman,” Mica mutters, rolling her light brown eyes. “I’ll take the kitchen and dining room. Might be worth it to see what condition your Nana’s cookware is in.”

“Good idea,” I say. “Just be sure to yell if you find anything interesting.”

“Will do!” She grabs her broom, bucket, and mop,then leaves the foyer.

“Guess that leaves me with the living room and fireplace,” I say.

Mason replies with a hum I can’t discern, which is weird since Mica and I are fluent in Mason-ese. Always have been since we were little kids.

“Something up?” I ask.

His neutral expression doesn’t reveal a thing and that worries me. He’s always had a tell or two, even when he’s tried to hide something from me. Instead of talking, he just ties back his dreadlocks, grabs his share of the cleaning supplies, and walks towards the stairs.

“Call me if you need anything.”

I follow his old sneakers until they vanish from my line of sight. That was weird. But there’s no point in digging to figure out what’s going on. He’ll tell me when he feels like it.

After locking the front door and grabbing a broom, my feet guide me down the main hallway towards the living room. And my heart nearly breaks at the sight. Just about everything is covered in a thin layer of dust and cobwebs, including Nana’s knitting basket and needles. The floor and rug are worst off and I’m somewhat scared to tackle the fireplace. But if I don’t, no one else besides Mica and Mason will. Especially not anyone in town.

After asking for directions and mentioning our reasons for being here, nearly everyone bid us a swift farewell, claiming they had something to do. Only a few upfront people told us to leave the estate alone and head back home, claiming that a witch once lived there.

My grip on the broom handle tightens to the point of pain.

Nana was many things; a huge sun tea addict, an amazing storyteller, and a wonderful knitter. She may have used Black folk magic to help me with my childhood night terrors, but she wasn’t a—

“Ow!”

A thick wooden splinter peers up at me from my index finger alongside a bead of blood. This is why I told Mason we should’ve packed the plastic brooms instead. I lean the broom against the brick mantle, swiftly remove the sliver, and flick it into the dead fireplace.

The piled ash sparks with light and heat, singeing the cobwebs. 

“What in the…”

“Simone!”

“Gah!” I wait until my racing pulse calms a bit then respond. “Yeah?”

“I found your Nana’s bundt cake pan,” Mica yells out, “but I can’t tell if it’s still usable.”

“I’ll be there in a moment!”

I look back at the fireplace. Nothing but cold ash. I shake my head and make my way to the kitchen, trying to recall where Mason keeps the mini first-aid kit in his pickup truck.

Midday sneaks up on us, warming the chilly house a few more degrees. Mica decides it’s the perfect time to break for lunch and Mason agrees.

“We passed by a burger joint on the main road,” Mica says, wiping off her hands. “Wanna give it a try?”

Even with the tempting prospect of a patty melt, my mind keeps drifting back to the fireplace. And what I think I witnessed.

“Sure, but do you guys mind going without me? I want to get more cleaning in before the day’s out.”

“Seriously?” Mason is quick to call out my attempt at an excuse. “We’ve been at it for four hours.”

Before Mica can chastise him for being, well, himself, I think up a compromise.

“What if I took an extended break instead? I won’t touch a broom, mop, or bucket while you guys are out and I’ll eat with you once you get back. Sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect!” Mica chirps up. She grabs Mason by his forearm and starts hauling him towards the foyer before he can object. “We’ll be back soon. A patty melt with onions and a small fry?”

“And a bottled water too, please!”

The front door slams shut, the sound echoing until the truck’s engine revs up. I let out a heavy sigh and plop down onto the couch, uncaring of the weak cushioning.

“Finally. I thought they’d never leave.”

I stop myself from launching off the sofa, but my feet still slip on the area rug. My ass slams onto the floor with a hard thud and a deep chuckle follows soon after.

“You’re not very graceful, are you?”

“Who—!”

A large, bright flame emerges from the ash piled in the fireplace. It twists and curls in random patterns until it settles into the distinctive outline of a humanoid face. It grins. I scramble away and slam into the opposite wall.

“What’s this?” it says. “A descendant of Abigail, afraid of me?”

No shit. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be? But, as the barely-calm-and-reasonable part of my brain points out, I won’t get any answers if I let my tongue turn into lead.

“Who are you? How do you know Nana?”

The flame…face…creature remains silent far longer than need be. Its eyes narrow.

“Don’t mock me, girl. You know very well who I am. Or did you forget Abigail’s tales all too quickly?”

The creature’s words slowly begin to make sense, as much as my mind begs them not to. Nana used to tell me all kinds of stories when I was little. But she’d always retell my favorite whenever I asked: the story of a fearless Black girl who trapped an evil flame spirit, thereby saving the town she lived in.

“Oh my god. That story was about you?”

“Cruel, isn’t it? Conditioning a child to believe a lie through a simple fable. All whilst I could hear and see everything. Abigail was always a manipulative, abusive wench.”

Hot, white anger floods my body, wrenching me to my feet. 

“Like hell,” I hiss, stalking towards the fireplace.

The creature peers up at me, stunned and silent. Good.

“Nana would never harm anyone. But she sure as hell didn’t take shit from anybody. Ever. What did you do?”

The story always characterized the fire spirit as evil, but never gave a reason. So why not ask the source?

“Well?!”

“Simone?”

My gaze snaps up. Mason stares at me with brows furrowed with concern and confusion. My rage dissipates into nothing, leaving me drained.

“You alright?” he asks.

I glance down at the fireplace. The creature’s vanished. Leaving me to look like an utter fool.

“Uh, yeah! I was just…re-enacting a scene from my favorite drama! Nothing else to do while waiting for you guys to get back, right?”

Mason’s eyes narrow, the simple action screaming ‘bullshit’. “Not even looking at your phone?”

I jam my hand inside my back jeans pocket and pull out my smartphone. Surprisingly, there’s service.

“Not enough bars,” I lie.

Mason doesn’t look convinced in the slightest, but thankfully, he lets my horrible excuse slide. He holds up a large, white paper bag stained with grease. The scent wafting from the inside makes my empty stomach clench with anticipation.

“Mica and I will be in the dining room. Be sure to come and eat while the food’s hot.”

He walks off, the wooden floor creaking underneath his every step. With a heavy sigh, I start to follow.

“Perhaps you are more like Abigail than I first believed: utterly stubborn and foolishly brave.”

I stop moving. If the creature’s words were meant to insult me, they fail. Pride wells up in me and it takes all my willpower to not smile. It somehow notices and scoffs.

“To answer your earlier questions, past humans have called me a fire elemental. And one gave me the name Ignis.”

The creature...Ignis begins to recede back into the ash pile, but my mouth opens before it can vanish.

“Wait.”

He does, to my surprise.

“You weren’t awake before we arrived, right? Which means something made you come around.”

I carefully recall Nana’s story, then all of the related events leading up until now. My eyes widen.

“It was my blood on the splinter. That’s what woke you up. Because I’m of her bloodline.”

Ignis continues to sink further into the ash, but says one last thing.

“You have a sharp mind as well. How interesting…”

The fireplace goes dark, but I stand before it, staring.

I get it now. I understand why Dad severed contact with Nana ten years ago and never wanted me to inherit this place. Why Nana told me those childhood fables and willed her home to me.

But Dad’s still wrong. This house will be a home. But first, I have to finish what Nana started.

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Carrying the Moon

Chapter 16

It had been almost a year since Charlotte had left, and life had gone on for everyone.

Time is something ethereal, ineffable, theoretical, and relative. Usually, when someone disappears as Charlotte did, after some time, no one can perceive how many days have passed. One closes his eyes and suddenly, it's been ten days. Ten months. Ten years.

But, of course, Charlotte didn't like conforming herself to the regular conventions of life. She vanished, but she had left Hero behind her. On his face, everyone could almost count the days one by one. The passage of time was so clear, it was scary.

It was mid-July.

In a month, Hero would be one year old.

He could walk and talk, or at least he tried. He often made very long speeches with words that were mostly made up, or that only his dads were able to understand the meaning of.

Their life was tiring, but beautiful and happy.

Everyone had survived, even without Charlotte, and Sander would never expect it.

They had graduated, and although the future was still uncertain, they allowed themselves to relax and have fun without thinking about anything, during the last months of summer.

Jens and Lucas, who had returned home from the hospital, were thrilled at the prospect of finding a full-time job so that they could finally afford a larger apartment, in which they could welcome all their new and old friends.

That morning, Sander and Robbe were driving north to the beach house Sander had rented for a well-deserved weekend of relax. Hero had been left in the loving care of his grandmother, with the promise of two FaceTime calls a day. His parents wanted to take him with them to see him play in the sand and have his very first experience on the beach, but after so much effort to graduate on time, the two of them needed to spend time alone.

Sander was driving because Robbe had always flatly refused to take a driver's license.

He had one hand on the wheel and with the other, he was holding his fiance’s. The car was being filled by Bowie's warm voice, which was entertaining them towards their destination.

Sander momentarily took his eyes off the road, hearing Robbe laugh. He was looking at his phone with a happy expression painted on his face.

“Hey, only I can make you smile like that!”

Robbe rolled his eyes and shook his head, trying to hold back a smile.

“First of all, watch the road. Second, it’s your mother. She sent me pictures of Hero taking a bath. He's so cute.”

“I want to see them too!”

Sander pouted and pushed his lower lip out, looking at his fiance who promptly made him turn his face back to the street.

After a while, the music was again the only sound filling the car. Robbe was staring blankly out the window as he listened to Sander humming along with Bowie.

Just a few months earlier, their everyday reality would have seemed only a pipe dream. Robbe touched the ring on his finger and smiled. The thrill of being officially engaged to the love of his life hadn't left him yet, and he wished, he could go back to when as a teenager, he had felt lost, alone, and scared, to whisper in his ear that everything would have been fine in the end.

When the car's GPS showed them that their destination was nearing, both boys looked up to the dark sky above their heads and sighed. It would have probably rain soon. It was certainly not the weather they expected to find, especially Sander who had planned everything.

The beach house was beautiful. It looked like it came straight out of a movie, with the terrace overlooking the sea, and despite the bad weather, the view was still breathtaking.

They brought their bags inside the cabin, just before it started raining, and decided to explore the house they had rented, knowingly looking at each other, as soon as they saw how inviting the bed was.

They kept exploring the remaining rooms as the storm raged outside. They could hear the rain hitting the windows and the sound of the waves that almost drowned out the thunder. There was something strangely relaxing in it, despite the anger of nature manifesting itself, in all its power, before their eyes.

Abandoned on a piece of furniture they found a deck of UNO cards and decided to play a few rounds to spend some time. Sander and Robbe weren't used to having anything to do, but they swore to themselves, they wouldn't spend the whole weekend in bed.

They had been playing for about an hour and Sander kept losing each round. By that time, all his competitiveness had vanished due to the humor of the situation, and his fiance too had begun to cheer for him, despite being playing against each other.

When Robbe laid another +4 on top of the discard pile, they both screamed in amusement and Sander threw his cards on the table in a dramatic way.

“Nooo! Robbe! I thought you loved me!”

“Sorry!”

“Why are you keeping doing this to me?”

“Because you suck at this game, babe.”

“It's because when there are only two players, it's only a matter of luck.”

Sander suddenly looked down at his phone, frowning. He had behaved like this for days, but when they sat face to face, it became very evident.

“Why are you so jumpy every time you get a text lately?”

“I'm not jumpy.”

“Sander, I know you.”

Robbe was looking at him skeptically, with a raised eyebrow. Sander could often read him as if he had his thoughts written on his forehead, but the other way around was also true. Robbe knew his fiance’s every gesture and knew when he was acting weird.

“I'm not! I swear!”

“And now you are hiding your phone! Who are you texting, Sander?”

“It's just my mom.”

“Let me see it, then.”

In seven years of relationship, neither of them had asked the other to read his texts, and neither of them had ever hidden anything. Sometimes Sander or Robbe got a text and the other read it, just because they never had this kind of boundaries. That situation seemed very unusual, and it was a symptom of something.

“No! Why?”

“Are you texting Noor?”

“Noor?”

Sander's mouth dropped open, looking at his fiance as if he just grew another head. He couldn't believe Robbe thought he was cheating on him. Especially after less than a month since they were officially engaged. He felt offended by that thought and that sudden insecurity on Robbe’s part. Sander wanted to say something about it, but he couldn’t because he was actually texting someone without telling Robbe.

He had texted Charlotte about their engagement, and she had replayed immediately, but the conversation died there, although Sander still hoped that his sister would start a conversation sooner or later, so every time he got a text, he was afraid it was her and that Robbe would find out.

He hadn't told him about it yet, because somehow if Charlotte got closer to them and eventually wanted to take Hero away, it would be his fault, and he didn't want to give Robbe any worries.

“We just got engaged!”

“Robbe, I'm not texting Noor, or anybody else. Just trust me, okay?”

“I'm tired of playing. This game is boring if it’s just the two of us. I'm gonna go to bed.”

Robbe got up, leaving his cards on the table, and disappeared into the bedroom. Sander buried his face in the palms of his hands and sighed. He hated hiding things from his fiance, making him feel insecure, and worried but at the same time, he didn't want to talk about Charlotte, especially at that moment, when they should have simply been happy, enjoying some freedom.

He stood up to join Robbe, finding him curled up against a pillow, lying on his side with his eyes closed. Sander lay down behind, spooning him.

“Baby.”

Robbe said nothing, and Sander sighed, starting to rub his nose on the back of his fiance’s head, as he held him tighter against his chest.

“I know you're not sleeping.”

“Have you already regretted it?”

Those raw words left Sander breathless for a few seconds. He really couldn't believe Robbe was asking him such a thing.

“I hope you're not talking about our engagement because you can't possibly be serious.”

Robbe turned slightly, to look his fiance in the eyes, and at that moment Sander wished he didn't know how to read the other so well because his face was painted with mordant emotions that had the power to hurt both of them.

“Why are you being this weird? It's because I wanna adopt Hero?”

“What? No! Absolutely not!”

“I just don't understand.”

“Because there’s nothing to understand.”

Sander felt guilty. He was making the love of his life believe that he was seeing things that weren't there. He was making him question his instincts, deceiving him. He felt terrible, but he had to do what was best for both of them, so when Robbe pushed him away, he pulled back, trying to make his most convincing puppy eyes.

“Robin.”

“Don't call me that when I'm mad.”

“Robin, please.”

He begged, pouting this time because Sander knew very well that no one had ever been able to resist that combination, and he also felt that Robbe was letting himself go in his arms.

“I hate you.”

“We came here to celebrate, don't be mad.”

“You and your puppy eyes. Fuck.”

He said, burying his face completely against the Sanders' chest. Then he smiled, intertwining their legs together. Their love getaway could officially start.

***

Jens woke from his nap at the sound of a broomstick falling to the floor. He frowned and stood up, still sleepy, walking towards the source of that noise. Standing in the kitchen, with a mop in his hand and a bucket full of water and detergent at his feet, there was Lucas who was trying to wash the floor with just one hand.

“What the hell are you doing, Lucas Van der Heijden?”

“I'm just trying to help!”

Lucas's voice was frustrated, just like the expression on his face. Since they got back home from the hospital, Jens had prevented him from doing anything but staying in bed, watching tv, or going to the kitchen to eat. He was afraid that Lucas would get hurt again, and that his complete recovery would be further prolonged.

Also with a broken wrist, there was very little he could do. But as usual, he had underestimated his boyfriend's stubbornness.

“Put that mop down!”

“No! I wanna help!”

He said, pouting. Jens had never thought they would argue for who should not do the cleaning, and instead there he was, trying to take the mop away from Lucas's hand, while he spun around with the agility of a ballerina.

“You have a fucking cast!”

“Right! But I have two hands. The last time I broke my wrist, I kept skating. Besides, chores are not dangerous!”

“When you broke your wrist at 14, I wasn’t your boyfriend.”

“Jens, please. I'm almost done.”

Lucas knew perfectly well that Jens couldn’t resist him at all, so after a little bit more of pouting and begging, Jens just sighed, going to lean on the door-frame.

“Fine. But I'll stay here to check on you.”

Lucas smiled and resumed fumbling with the mop, in a strangely effective way for a single-handed person. He finished cleaning the kitchen in five minutes.

Jens let him put away the bucket and mop without saying a word, and when he was done, Lucas walked over to his boyfriend, looping his arms around his neck.

“See? It wasn't that hard.”

“You could have slipped on the wet floor.”

“But I didn't. Now, kiss me.”

Jens smiled, happy to please his boyfriend, and pressed his lips against the other’s. Lucas slipped his fingers through Jens' hair, pulling them slightly, and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, moaning when his tongue met Jens’.

They hadn't had sex in a while, so it was very easy for both of them, to heath up at the bare minimum.

Jens stroked the back of Lucas' thighs and lifted him off the ground, while the other tied his legs behind his waist. They kept going like that until both had to break the kiss to catch their breath.

Lucas rubbed his nose against his boyfriend's, smiling softly at him.

“You're so handsome.”

“So are you.”

“Sure, must be that purple bruise under my eye, or the greasy hair.”

“It's just a few more days, Luc, then we can shower together.”

“So hot.”

“Yeah, so hot.”

They both laughed, and Jens carried Lucas into their bedroom, making him sit on the bed. They continued to cuddle for a while, while a comforting silence reigned throughout their apartment. It was nice to be alone, slowly rediscovering each other. Taking their time to admire every detail on the other's face, since other areas were still off-limits. It felt like they were teenagers again, when they spent hours kissing and laughing, hidden in their bedrooms, without the world disturbing them.

Lucas leaned on Jens' shoulder, playing with the neck of his boyfriend's shirt, suddenly becoming more serious. It happened often since the accident and what worried him ended up being always the same matter, Jens knew it.

“Lucas, stop thinking about what happened. You said sorry a million times.”

“I know, but I realized that pushing you away, being angry and mean, is my coping mechanism. I saw my parents do this so many times during my childhood, especially my mom, and I don’t know. Maybe I was just trying to protect myself.”

“Protect yourself from what?”

“From the idea that eventually I’d get hurt. I always saw Sander and Robbe as an ideal couple and when they broke up I thought they didn’t make it, so why Jens and I should? I kind of convinced myself that we were about to end things up too.”

Jens was confused. No matter how many times they talked about that, there was still something new coming up to the surface. It was good because it meant they were working things up, and their relationship was starting to heal.

“Why haven't you mentioned this before?”

“It wasn’t something I did on purpose. But you know what? we survived Jens, thanks to you.”

“Next time something bothers you, even if you don’t know what it is, please tell me, and we’ll try to figure it out together.”

“I promised.”

Lucas smiled, pressing little kisses to Jens' jaw, who closed his eyes and sighed, completely touch-starved. He wanted to feel Lucas everywhere again, but he needed to be responsible for both of them, so he gently squeezed his boyfriend's hand to make him stop.

“Jens, please. I want to make you feel good.”

“But you are already making me feel good by saying all of these things. Besides, I'm super hungry, we should start cooking something!”

Jens freed himself from his boyfriend's arms and quickly got up before the other could reach him again. It was painful but necessary. Lucas rolled his eyes and grunted crossing his arms on his chest, and that was it. There was no way he couldn’t kiss away that adorable pout from his face, so taking Lucas by surprise he crushed his mouth against his boyfriend’s, because maybe if they were really careful, there was something they still could do to make each other feel good.

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You Belong To Me (Pennywise x OC) CH 3

Finally out here with Chapter 3! More Pennywise in this chapter!

Ch 1

Masterlist

Warnings: Cussing

Word count: 3,003

Jingling, that was the noise that filled my ears in the darkness of the room. The light ringing sound getting louder in tandem with what sounded like footsteps. Footsteps so light one wouldn't normally be able to hear if they weren't hyper aware of every noise in the room. The rustling of fabric accompanied the jingle and footsteps, the sound just as light as the movements. Opening my eyes I looked into the darkness, knowing full well what was happening. I had always been a lucid dreamer, being able to control and interact with the entities that showed themselves, I wondered for a moment what this one would be.

"Hello?" I asked into the darkness, the movement stopping upon my question, before a cheery laugh filled the silence.

"Hiya Lizzie!" The voice called out, the tone wavering before cheerful and something else.

"Who are you?" I asked, staring into the darkness, my voice a flat tone, I had dealt with things too many times to get affected anymore.

"Why I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown!" It replied, jingling upon its exclamation.

"A clown? That's new" I replied, still looking into the dark.

"You gonna just sit in the dark or?"

"Oh Pennywise doesn't want to scare you no he doesn't" 

"You won't" I told him

"Promise promise?" He asked

"Promise promise" I smiled

"Oh...Well ok then" he spoke, before the figure slowly emerged from the shadows. A tall, lean figure, his height causing him to loom over my bed. Silken silver clown costume draped from his figure, white ruffles blending with his white neck and face paint. Pops of red on his costume complementing his pouty red lips and red lines that ran over his cheeks and eyes. Fiery orange hair tufted up and to the sides, and baby blue eyes stared at me as I took his figure in.

"See, not scary," I told him.

"You don't find ole Pennywise scary?" He asked, head tilting, causing the bells on his costume to jingle.

"Not at all" I replied with a smile

"Not at all?" He asked, to which I just shook my head, he stared at me for a moment, before he smiled...But this smile wasn't a normal smile, this smile revealed two rows of very long, very sharp teeth.And for the first time ever in a lucid dream, my brain registered danger.

"You still don't find me scary Lizzie?" He asked, voice no longer a cheery tone, now it held malicious teasing, as if it already knew the answer. What the hell was this thing? No ghost had ever showed itself like this. I opened my mouth to answer but suddenly found myself on my back, it's figure straddling my waist as it's hands found my throat.The pressure on my throat was very real as it started to cut off my oxygen, and I realized in that moment that this thing was no dream. Reaching up, I tried to pry it's gloved hands off, but that only caused the being to let out another cheery laugh at my failed attempt.

"What's wrong little one? Don't you wanna play with ole Pennywise anymore?" He asked, drool dripping from his lip to my cheek as I continued to try to pry his hands off. Truth be told, I wasn't afraid of the being, I was afraid of the very real threat it represented. 

"There it is, that deeeeliciousss smell of feeeear" he stated, head dipping beside mine while he inhaled deeply, hair brushing against my cheek, a deep growl emanating from his throat. 

"I'm not afraid of you" I spoke through gritted teeth.

"You're not afraid of me?" He asked, voice high pitched and mocking.

"I'm not afraid of you asshole!" I said as sternly as I could with the lack of oxygen, but what my voice lacked in finality, my eyes made up for with an unintimidated glare. He stared into my eyes, yellow orbs growing orange as he became more and more angry, he stared at me as if searching for something, a crack in my resolve perhaps? But when he found none, he let out another growl, this one reminding me of a large cat ready to kill, setting my hair on ends. I watched as his mouth opened more, rows upon rows of sharp teeth protruding from his jaws, before he jolted forward, teeth sinking into my shoulder, tearing the flesh as white hot pain shot through my body.

The scream ripped from my throat before I even registered it, the wet feeling of blood trickling down my skin and onto my pillow, it's teeth felt like needles and serrated knives at the same time as it tore further into my flesh, before slowly removing them. He moved to meet my eyes once more, long, inhuman tongue licking the blood from his teeth, now just the one row of long pointed teeth. He smiled again, slowly releasing my neck, allowing me to gasp for air as he jumped off the bed, my form bouncing as I reached up to grab my wound, watching as the being retreated back into the shadows with another cheery laugh, the bells jingling once more before all was silent. I stared at where he disappeared, watching in case he appeared again, but instead I watched as a single red balloon drifted out, the string slowly dragging the ground as it moved or beside my bed, I realized that the balloon looked just like the one in the alley. It slowly came to a halt right beside me, my eyes never leaving it, when suddenly it burst.

My body jolted up in bed as I looked around, morning light filtering in through the curtains alerting me of what I already knew.

"It was just a dream" I sighed, my heart slowing down as I stared at the mirror across from the bed. My vision dulled from sleep while my mind raced through everything that just happened, that had been the most real any lucid dream had been, and why a clown? I hadn't been afraid of clowns since I was six. Sighing, I ran my hand through my hair, wincing when it drug across my shoulder...my shoulder. 

I bolted to the mirror and pulled my hair away from my skin, only now seeing the deep blue and purple bruise that surrounded the very large, very real, bitemark. The holes were not those of human teeth, and there were far too many, reaching up I gently touched the angry red marks, already scabbing over, and winced once more.

"What the ever loving fuck?" I breathed, still looking at the wound.

'That thing could have actually killed me' 

I quickly made my way around the house, I know that I needed to go to town for groceries and things if I were to stay here awhile, but right now I just wanted to get out of the house. I wasn't used to being extremely concerned about an entity, but something told me that this guest wasn't like my others. Grabbing my keys, I made my way out to my car, climbing in and putting the keys in the ignition, but stopping when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over at the house but didn't see anything out of the ordinary, shaking my head I pulled off onto the road and headed for the town. My mind went over my encounter, I had never had an entity cause actual harm, usually I was able to block them enough so that didn't happen, but that clown...It was stronger than anything I had encountered before, but I knew that I couldn't let it know that. If I let it know that it had power over me it will only get worse. 

The ride to town was short, and luckily the grocery store was easy to find. I grabbed a cart on my way in and started filling it with this and that, taking my mind off of the morning encounter. 

Halfway through my shopping trip though I began to feel like I was being followed, glancing around I noticed a young blonde girl around my age who had been on the other aisle.

'You're just paranoid, there are other people shopping, no one is following you' I shook my head and made my way to the next aisle, almost running into an older red haired woman who I had seen shopping as well, she looked like she was around the same age as grandma, while she looked me up and down before smiling, I smiled back and began to go around her but she spoke up before I was too far away. 

"Excuse me, are you related to Diana Warner?" Stopping, I turned around and nodded.

"I'm her granddaughter" I smiled, causing a wide smile to spread across her lips.

"I knew it, you remind me of her" she replied.

"Cassandra Rosenburg" she added, holding out her hand.

"It's very nice to meet you" I replied, shaking her hand, but feeling a surge of energy spike through my arm, raising every hair on the back of my neck, if she felt it too she didn't act like it. 

"Ah there she is, this is my daughter Luna, Luna this is Diana's granddaughter…" 

"Elizabeth Mills" I smiled, noticing it was the same blonde girl from the other aisle.

"Nice to meet you" Luna replied, a clearly fake smile on her lips,  

"You too...So you two knew my grandmother?" I asked, looking between the two women.

"Oh yes, Diana was a dear friend of ours...A sister you could say, we had been close since she and I were both children." Cassandra explained. 

"I seem to be running into a lot of grandma's old friends" I chuckled.

"Oh? Who else have you run into?" She asked, seemingly very intrigued by the information.

"Oh um, Mike Hanlon" I told her, watching as she slightly relaxed.

"Mike, such a sweetheart" she smiled

"He is" I nodded

"So how old are you dear?" Cassandra asked

"Just recently turned twenty seven" I replied 

"Twenty seven you say" she nodded, pausing for a moment before adding

"Same age as my Luna" she smiled.

"Oh cool, you're the first person I've met that's my age" I chuckled.

"Yeah, not too many young people here" Luna replied unenthusiasticly. 

"So are you staying with family?" Cassandra asked, gesturing towards my full basket.

"Oh no, actually, grandma left me her house, so I figured I would stay here for a bit" I explained.

"Oh that's just like Diana, always thinking of others. So you haven't decided if you'll stay long term?"

"Not yet" I chuckled

"I guess if a reason to stay comes up I will" I smiled

"Well here's to hoping for a long stay, but we'll let you get back to your shopping dear but we must have lunch one day" Cassandra smiled.

"That would be nice" I smiled back, still a bit unsure of the woman but trying not to judge too much, maybe she was just quirky like grandma, after all she said they were like sisters.

"We'll be in touch, you have a nice day sweetheart"

"You too" I smiled, watching as the two women headed towards the checkout, though I could still feel the energy surging through me. I had yet to encounter anything like that, even having a ghost pass through you doesn't give you that sort of a jolt, a cold chill and maybe the feel of static electricity sure, but nothing like that.

'Why do I feel like there were parts of grandma's life no-one knew about?' I wondered, turning around and continuing my shopping...Until I felt it again, that sense of someone watching me. I quickly spun around and looked at the registers, but Cassandra and Luna had vanished, having already checked out I suppose. But the feeling didn't leave, even as I looked around and noted that no one was staring at me, it was like something was right behind me, but moved with me so to stay undetected. Quickly pushing the basket forward I rounded the next corner, determined to get my shopping done and leave as soon as possible. The feeling wasn't threatening, at least not towards me, but it was an angry aura that was almost palpable. Looking up at the top shelf I groaned noticing that there was one lone box of my preferred cereal, but too far out of my reach.

"Great" I sighed, beginning to stand on my tiptoes, I reached as far as I could but just as my fingers grazed it, another hand grabbed it. My head snapped back, looking at the figure who smiled at me.

"Mike" I smiled back.

"You looked like you could use some help" he laughed.

"Thanks, I don't know why they think everyone is six foot tall" I chuckled, taking the box as he handed it to me.

"Stocking up I see" he nodded towards my basket.

"Yup, figured if I'm staying for a bit I might as well get the essentials" I replied, before suddenly feeling the aura again, this time far more intense, almost like it was wrapping around me. 

"Always a smart idea" he added, I simply nodded, almost choking on how thick the aura was becoming when suddenly a ring broke through the silence. The aura released, seemingly backing away as I reached for my back pocket, looking down at the screen I let out another groan, it was my cousin, which could only mean one thing. 

"Hello?"

"Just wanted to let you know that we are here and mom and dad are raiding your house, along with aunt Jane and uncle Hank" her voice spoke over the phone. My cousin Samantha and I had been close ever since we were kids, we were always the odd kids so we grew close quickly. 

"I'm on my way, make sure they at least leave me a bed" I told her.

"I'll try my best" and with that the line went silent.

"Trouble?" Mike asked, clearly concerned.

"Family" I replied

"Come to raid grandma's home" I added, turning my cart towards the checkout.

"I better let you go then, I hope they leave you a house" Mike stated.

"I hope so too, nice seeing you again" I smiled. Luckily checking out didn't take long and before I knew it I was parked in my driveway along with two other cars.

"How bad is the damage so far?" I asked Sam while she took another drag from her cigarette. 

"Well I think you'll still have most of your appliances" she told me.

"So I'll still be able to live at least" 

"Elizabeth!" Aunt Jane's voice rang out like nails on a chalkboard.

"Yeah?" I called back, already quite over my family's visit.

"Where is the key to the attic?" 

"Don't know, grandma didn't leave it where I can find it, will probably have to have one made" I told her, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Of course, well when you get it open call me, I want to know what's in it" she stated before disappearing inside again. I watched as they brought out lamps, and pictures, a few books and a lot of grandma's antiques.

"No doubt to sell em" Sam spoke, putting out her cigarette.

"No doubt, can you imagine being that petty?" I asked, watching as Sam's parents loaded up their car.

"Never, but then again you know me, I'm the blacksheep" she replied.

"You and me both" I laughed.

"Rather be proud of my wool than try to bleach it like they do" she nodded towards our family.

"Ain't that the truth" I sighed, watching as she lit another cigarette.

"You know those will kill you" I chuckled.

"Don't try to mom me, we're the same age" she smiled.

"Exactly, only twenty seven, stop while you can" I smiled back, earning an eye roll which stopped suddenly and looked behind me.

"Well hello there" she spoke lowley, I turned around, my eyes falling on a man who stood at the end of the driveway, looking up at the house. He appeared to be around my age, short dark brown hair slicked back to show a sharp jawline and high cheekbones under his sunglasses. His black v-neck shirt peaked out from under his black jacket, and black jeans fitted against long legs accenting his height. 

"Who is that?" Sam asked, but I could only shake my head. I felt like I was being drawn to the stranger, a feeling of knowing and yet unknowing as I looked at him.

"Well go figure it out" Sam stated, nudging my arm, and I found my body moving before I even registered it.

"Hello" I spoke up once reaching the end of the driveway. His head lowered as he looked down at me, I only realized his true height once I got close enough.

"Hello" he smiled, his voice smooth and almost in a way, familiar...Why was it familiar? We stared at each other for what felt like a long time before I finally found my voice again.

"Sorry about all the noise" I thumbed back towards the house.

"They'll be leaving soon...Hopefully" I added.

"Don't worry about it" he replied

"I just figured I would come see what all the fuss was about at Diana's house, I live nearby"

"Oh, yeah um...just family invading a bit before they leave me alone" I laughed lightly.

"You're Diana's family?" He asked

"Granddaughter" I smiled.

"Oh you're Elizabeth, she talked about you often" he replied, a smile gracing his full lips, why was this man so gorgeous? God help me if he takes off his sunglasses. 

"That's what everyone has told me" I laughed

"It's very nice to meet you mr…" I trailed off.

"Oh! Robert" he held out his hand.

"Robert Gray...But everyone calls me Bob" he smiled.

Hope you enjoyed chapter 3! There is plenty to come! Let me know what you think!

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[linphd]

⛄️ CHRISTMAS DAY 1 ⛄️ tamaki x neutral!reader | carousel

tamaki amajiki x reader

gender neutral

Tamaki looks for the perfect Christmas present for you.

warning : mention of someone passing but it's just for the plot

         When we first started dating, I knew that (Y/N) loved Christmas. Also, I knew that they owned a carousel music box, and they really loved the music. It was apparently quite old, as they got it on Christmas, when they were 7. It was their grandmother who had offered it to them. However, the carousel looked clean, and the music was still audible and wasn't doing those notes old music boxes or games make, that sound evil and scary, like they were haunted.

         ''It's that old ? It looks new, you must take care of it !'' I told (Y/N), when they showed it to me. It was on our first Christmas together, during our second year, we had started dating only a few months earlier. ''I take great care of it ! It was a present from my grandmother, and I told you already she passed when I was 14.'' That had broken my heart ; I didn't want them to feel bad ! I had just liked the carousel !

           However, (Y/N) didn't look like they were mad at me, and simply turned on the carousel so I could hear the music. It was rather short, and the carousel itself was quite tiny ; but the white paint was still shining, and the horses were still moving in synch.

        Often, I would turn it on. I actually enjoyed the music as well, and when we moved in dorms, (Y/N) took it with them, so I was seeing it almost everyday. That's why I was caught off guard when they told me the mechanism was stuck ; the carousel wasn't turning anymore, thus the music couldn't play.

       ''Tamaki ! Can you try to repair it ? I don't wanna force on it and break it.'' They said, handing it to me. ''I'm not good at repairing things, but... I don't see any screw to actually open it and see the inside ?'' They bit their lower lip, very briefly ; I could tell they were a bit bothered about it. ''We could try to open it, still. Maybe we can ask those students in the workhouse ? They design hero costumes, they can repair carousels.'' I had said.

        ''I don't know, they always like to change everything. I don't want them to give it back to me with brand new useless gadgets on it and a different music. Even if I stay and watch them to make sure it's like before, it's too personal. I don't want them to split it open and change everything inside and then glue it back together.'' They commented.

       I could've told them to buy a new one ; but there were always plenty of different carousels in every shop and every year during Christmas time, and finding that one in particular wouldn't have been an easy task. Moreover, it was meaningful to them, you can't replace a meaningful item with a new one and expect it to have the same meaning.

        Still, I decided to check if I could find the same carousel on the Internet. But of course, it was an old model, I couldn't find it anywhere even with a precise description ! I even posted a picture of it saying I was looking for something similar and nobody could find it ! I started to believe that (Y/N)'s grandma had made it herself at some point.

         When I was back from a mission with Fatgum, I went to their room and actually found them sniffling. ''(Y/N) ? What's going on ?'' They looked at me, with the carousel in their hands. ''I forced it, I know I shouldn't have, but I still tried to force it to turn and it broke that piece !'' They said, handing me a small piece. Sure it was tiny, but I surely wasn't going to say it wasn't a big deal.

        ''It's okay, we can glue it back easily. You won't even be able to see it, okay ?'' I knew (Y/N) had a lot of pictures and objects from her grandma, but still, they had had that carousel for so many years, it was that kind of object that's supposed to stay there forever, functioning or not. And I also knew that (Y/N) was taking very good care of their stuff, and I knew how bad they could feel about breaking it themselves. Still, they let me glue it back.

         ''Don't think your grandma would be mad at you, it's still shining and white and you took very good care of it ! You can't even see that it has been broken.'' I said. I don't know if that really comforted them, but they thanked me and changed the subject.

        However, I had an idea for that second Christmas together -cause we wouldn't be a brand new couple just like during our first one. (Y/N)'s mom showed me some pictures of them when they were younger, and there were at least 12 pictures with carousels ; I understood why their grandmother had bought one for them in the first place.

           But, on those 12 pictures, at least 5 of them had the exact same carousel, I believe it was even the same horse (Y/N) was on. ''We would always go to this place only for the carousel. Can you believe (Y/N) never rode a real horse ?'' their mom said. I actually took a picture of that recurrent carousel with my phone, finally finding a special present for my partner's Christmas.

         Indeed, (Y/N) would always know exactly what I liked and offer me cute and personal presents ! Moreover, I feel like I don't show them enough how much I love them, since I'm anxious, so they deserved something that proved my love. That's why I started to spend some time with Mei Hatsume. Actually, that girl was always at U.A's workshop, and I guessed it would be easier for me to design a whole carousel with someone from U.A than find a special workshop for that.

        (Y/N) didn't know at all about it, as Mirio was covering me, saying I was with him, or that I was training. Sometimes, I think it was pissing them off, since I was actually spending a lot of time making sure everything was okay and turning out exactly how I wanted it.

        Actually, Mei listened to me -maybe because I was actually paying her. The carousel was bigger than the one (Y/N)'s grandmother had offered them, making it more resistant. Moreover, it actually had a mechanism and screws to have an easy access to it, so we won't break it and have to glue it back once again.

       The carousel had 6 horses, even though 3 of them were the same, looking like that one which was recurrent on the pictures. The carousel itself wasn't all white, it was also like the one of the pictures ; green, red and white. Christmas colors ! (Y/N) would connect the dots immediately with the one from their childhood !

        And for the music, I chose one from their favorite movie ; it was going to be related to Christmas anyway, since it would be a present, so I didn't mind if their favorite movie was a horror one or something. The final touch was something I wanted to be carved on it ; Merry Christmas, I love you.

We were allowed to spend Christmas with our family, but we also celebrated it at the dorms. Still, I wanted to give (Y/N) my present when we would be alone. They seemed to have understood, since they didn't look at me confused or anything when every present had been given and they didn't got their yet.

That's why, once we went to their dorm, I decided to give it to them. At first, we were just laying on their bed, watching something on their laptop. As I was hugging them, I felt confident enough with the carousel to finally give it to them. I kissed their head, telling them I had their present with me.

(Y/N) smiled, looking at the box. Once they opened it, their eyes widened seeing the carousel. ''Does it remind you of something ?'' I asked, and they gasped, realizing. ''Turn it on.'' I said, smiling. So, they did. They recognized the music after only a few notes. ''Did you custom it ?!'' They asked, and I nodded, giggling. I didn't even have to tell them what I have carved in, since they turned the item to see every detail anyway. ''I love you too.'' They said. And I could see they understood how much they meant to me.

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Do Me A Favour | T.H.

A/N: So I was listening to Arctic Monkeys during a road trip a couple of weeks ago and I got much inspiration out of their songs, and since I got back I started to work a little bit on this. It’s one of my favourite songs in the whole world and I just wanted to post something with it. And unfortunately my vacations are over and I have to write in classes (I really hate chem, so I hide myself in the back and write a little bit). Also, I’m posting this now to get our minds off the fact that Spiderman is being removed from MCU, and I’m so heartbroken because Spidey has been my favourite hero since I was a little girl and Tobey used to play him. 

Song: Do Me A Favour - Arctic Monkeys

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Summary (Important to know a bit more of what will be written below): Tom is always traveling, which means he’s never home to be with his girlfriend, and she held for a very long time to go to Paris and study gastronomy, which has always been her dream. Until one day she decided to go and it was too hard to let her go.

Warnings: Angst and a lot of crying. Also swearing.

Words: 2,1K

MASTERLIST

Well the mourning was complete

When there was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat

Several hours or several weeks

I’d have the cheek to say they’re equally as bleak

He just sat there in front of his steering wheel, car parked in the middle of an almost empty parking lot, not being able to start the car or even to see what was in front of him. Blurry vision caused by his tears, blinding the way. It was like he had no strength to start the car and get home to seek for something to comfort him. The thing that would help him was also the reason why he is crying. The rain outside wasn’t helping his mood, making it ten times worse than it was supposed to be. His heart was broken and he doesn’t think it can easily be fixed, or even fixed at all. The love of his life was now gone to another country, to pursue her dreams for once. Since the two of you met, she used to talk about how much she wanted to study gastronomy in Paris, just like her grandmother. It was her dream, but for many years she postponed the opportunity to stay in London, just to be with Tom, her long time best friend and boyfriend. He always had the dream to become a famous actor, and well, he did it, which means he was always away, for too long if she got to say. And after a couple of years waiting for him to come back home and spend some more time with her, she gave up and decided that if he got the chance to pursue his dream, damn she can do it too. And she did it, which led them to a huge discussion.

“What am I supposed to do without you here, (Y/N)?” Tom asked angrily.

“I don’t know, maybe wait, like I always do to you.”

“Is this about me?”

“No Thomas, not everything is about you! I have my own life, you know. I wanna have something for myself for once.” He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “But I don’t have to go, if you really want me to stay.”

“No, you need to go.” He said, more calm. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down a bit more. “It’s your dream (Y/N), and you should go after it.”

It’s the beginning of the end

The car went up the hill and disappeared around the bend

Ask anyone, they’ll tell you that it’s these times that it tends

To start to break in half, to start to fall apart

Hold on to your heart

That discussion kept coming back to his mind. If he hadn’t been so selfish maybe it wouldn’t have hurt her so much to leave, but he knew that he fucked up in that moment. And the image of her leaving kept replaying in his head, like the worst nightmare that came true. He has been there for almost an hour, crying loudly and alone. And so when he saw he couldn’t calm himself down at that moment, he started the car and began driving. Slowly he controlled his breath and that made him calm down. Soon, the train station couldn’t be seen in plain sight anymore and he knew he was driving away from his feeling somehow. His heart was breaking for leaving her behind, for not going after her. He couldn’t, she had to do it alone. He knew the day was coming, the day she would leave, and he tried to prepare himself, but the wasn’t able to do it, and he never will.

And me a favour and break my nose

Or do me a favour and tell me to go away

Do me a favour and stop asking questions

He made her really upset these past few days, and she made him too, but he got the feeling that he was the only and exclusive one guilty about all of this. The truth is that he wasn’t happy to see her go, even though he told everyone he was. Tom was proud, of course he was, his baby girl got an amazing opportunity, but he could never say he was happy, because it broke every single piece of him. The poor boy felt so guilty about it, and all he wanted was to shout, or maybe for her to scream at him. He figured once she went away, it you become easier, because he couldn’t stand fighting about it anymore.

“Of course I want you to go. It’s your dream, and you should do it.”

“I always got the feeling that you don’t want me to leave. But guess what Tom, it fucking hurts to see you leave too. Everytime you go to another country to shoot something, I spend almost a full week feeling empty and sad, curled up in my bed.” He sat down in her bed, head between his hands. She got down and held both of his wrists.

“I keep breaking your heart.” He said, letting the first drop roll by. “If you want to break up with me, I’ll understand it.”

“I don’t wanna break up Tommy, I want to be with you. But I don’t like you lying to be. If you don’t want me to leave, you should tell me. I can see how miserable you are in your eyes. You can’t keep lying to me, and I know for a fact you are.”

“Please, stop saying this to me. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore!” He tried to get away but you held him into a hug.

“It’s okay to not want me gone, I understand it. Just tell me, please.” She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down.

“I’m sorry, for being such a bad boyfriend.”

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world.” She got down to him and left a small peck on his lips. “We’re gonna be okay.”

She walked away while her shoes were untied

And the eyes were all red, you could see that we’d cried

And I watched and I waited ‘til she was inside

Forcing a smile and waving goodbye

So the day came, and Tom woke one last time next to (Y/N). He had calmed her down to sleep last night since she wasn’t able to stop crying. His chest was still wet when he woke up by the touch of her fingertips on his hair. He helped her close her bags and had lunch with her family and also his family. The day went by so fast and soon it was almost the end of the afternoon. She said goodbye to her mom and dad, her sister and cats. She also said goodbye to the three younger Holland brothers and Nikki and Dom. Tom felt the urgency of having to cry so fucking bad, but the held it as much as he could, she didn’t deserve to see him so sad with her leaving. He really wanted to support her and be the best boyfriend, but he just couldn’t do it. His brother Harry slipped a hand into his shoulder, trying to give him some kind of comfort, because he knew his brother was going through a rough time. After so many goodbyes, he drove her to the train station, and his hands didn’t leave her tights not even for a bit, while her hands landed softly over his, caressing it with her thumb. He carried her bags silently, just like he was slowly walking to give her away to death, helped her with her ticket and everything else, she being attached to his arm all the time. He let the luggage rest on the floor and she hugged him, burying her face on the crook of his neck, starting to cry loudly.

“Please forgive me for doing this Tommy.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, but me being the not so supportive boyfriend. I’m sorry, for everything.” He kissed the top of her head, hands running up and down her back. “This is a good fucking thing, okay? You’re going to college in Paris, it’s been your dream since a little girl.”

“I’m gonna break your heart.”

“I’ve broken yours for so many times baby girl." He held her tighter and stroked her hair slowly. "Every time I leave, every time I'm not there to support you."

"I love you, so much.”

“I love you too.” And so they shared their last kiss. It was probably the most painful thing both of them had ever done. The feeling that it would be their last one for a long time would go away, and they tried to take advantage of it for a long time, salty tears mixing between the bitter taste on their mouths. He pulled away from her, holding her face between his hands. He whipped some tears away from her face. “Don’t cry my love, you’re gonna be the greatest baker born in this world.”

“I don’t wanna lose you.” He kissed her forehead and met her gaze.

“You’re not going to. I’ve left so many times and you didn’t lose me.”

“This is different. You’d always come home, back to me. This time, I’m leaving for real.”

“Paris is so close, I can visit you all the time.” He hugged her again. “Also, I know somehow we will always come back to each other.”

“I know.” She said, so low it was almost a whisper.

“You have to go baby.” She looked right into his eyes again, giving one last kiss on his lips, one that will echo forever and somehow it would never end. 

“I love you, so much Tom.”

“I love you too, don’t ever forget that, not even for a second.”

She slowly walked to the train and glanced back at him. He was forcing a smile, trying to seem happy for her, so seem strong and supportive, and she could tell it was the hardest thing he had ever done. She loved Tom and he loved her. Being away from each other is going to be the hardest thing in the world. She squinted her eyes and wiped away her tears. She was following her dream, but leaving her other one behind, crying for her.

When she walked into the train, Tom couldn’t hold it anymore, crumbling completely and bursting into tears and heart aching. Once he saw her in the window, he waved goodbye, watching the train depart and soon not being able to see it anymore, getting back to his car.

Curiosity becomes a heavy load

Too heavy to hold

Will force you to be cold

Now he was back in the car, driving home, seeking for comfort, but he knew that the comfort he was looking for was on her way to Paris. He couldn’t explain what he was feeling, but it was the worst feeling in the world. It was hard to drive home, with all of those tears blinding his way, but once he parked home, Sam ran out of the house and Tom crumbled in his brothers arms, not being able to stand up anymore. Sam tried to hold him while he was desperately crying.

“I lost her Sam, she’s gone.”

“I know mate, I’m sorry.” He didn’t have the guts to say otherwise, giving Tom false hopes would be worse. “She left you something, it’s upstairs in your room.”

Tom nodded and tried to start walking, but got some help from his brother. His bedroom was a mess, but still he managed to find a small photo over his bed, a single polaroid of both of them. It was from her 20th birthday, some years ago, at the beginning of their relationship. She was wearing a floral tight dress, the one Tom really used to love seeing her wearing, sitting on his lap, with him kissing her temple. He flipped it over to find a small text.

Do me a favour and ask if you need some help

She said “Do me a favour and stop flattering yourself!”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself baby. This is for everytime you miss me. If you need help, please ask. I love you and you own my heart, forever.”

“Oh (Y/N), you’re the most special girl in this whole fucking world.” Sam hugged him, comforting him, or at least trying to. “I’m gonna need some help mate, or I’m gonna fall into the deepest depression.”

“I’m here for you, we all are. You’re not alone.”

And to tear apart the times that blind

Perhaps fuck off might be too kind

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Huntress & Hunter Part 4

You ever believe in destiny? Things happen or end when they should. A hunter always believes they are in the right spot at the right time to get the kill.

Blair’s POV

  Blair been studying a lot trying to keep her mind off of Jill. She felt awful she was not there to protect her as she had for her many times. Blair signed. She studied long enough today she is now a neophyte level witch and she proud and she has learned a few new spells. She can now use fire magic. “Mischief making here I come”. She laughed and then stopped because she thought maybe it was to soon to laugh. Blair thought it be a good idea to go outside and get some air. The view of the water always makes her happy. Blair zoomed out and found the place she liked to look out. The water was beautiful as always and the land scape makes it even more gorgeous. She was taking in the view when she noticed trash in the water and on the beach. How could anyone leave garbage in such a beautiful place. Blair decided she would work hard on cleaning the beach up to make it looking nice again. She figured she better start the water first. She saw things floating about out there. It made Blair boil with anger, how could other sims be so careless. Next sim she sees leave one little tiny bit of garbage she cracking a bat over their head. It be a good warning to other. Blair laughed wickedly at her own thought. She changed into her bathing suit and got into the water. There was a few patches of garbage every where and she worked away at it all. Swimming here and swimming there. It seem like a lot for one sim but she finally got it all cleaned up and started back to the beach.

Blair got back to land and she found herself sticking from all that garbage. She figured she better go home and take a bath. She speed home and threw all the trash where it was suppose to be, in a trash can! She goes up stairs and runs water into the bathtub. She liked soaking in the bath more then showers. Whenever she could take a bath she did. Her life was never busy like it use to be when she worked. Now she can take time to herself whenever she likes. She started to remove her clothes to get into the water. She sat in the tub and the water felt refreshing against her skin. She was laying there and Ragnar pop up in her mind. He was sweetie for giving her that rose. He really did save her. She was caught off guard but she will never tell him or anyone that Blair Nightwing was caught off guard. She build a reputation that she is bold and can take care of herself. “My reputation not ruined I just need to chill.” She told herself. She relaxed back into the water and then she got thinking of Ragnar how cute he was and those emerald eyes. Blair started to think about him kissing her and then her imagination went wild and her body reacted to her thoughts as it should. Blair started to have some fun with herself in the tub.  

Ragnar’s POV

  It was late when Ragnar got up, he stayed up late into the morning to make sure the cops did not follow him home. Ragnar got up and was sore from them air lifting him into the helicopter. Ragnar stretched and figured a small jog would help loosen up the stiffness. While he was out for a jog he was starting to get hungry so he found someone out hiking and he took advantage to fill his hunger. After getting some blood he felt much better and started for home to get a quick shower. He wanted to go check out the bar at  Glimmerbrook to see what it is like.  Glimmerbrook was suppose to be where all the witches live and maybe their blood would be nice and tasty. He got cleaned up and started toward Glimmerbrook.

Ragnar got to Glimmerbrook. It was small but was a bit bigger then Forgotten Hollow. He was craving for a ale and he started into the bar.  The bar was not fancy,  but was actually kinda homie and comforting at first glance, it was small and busy tonight. When he got to the bar he notice blue hair girl. When she turned it was Blair. “Well hello again!” Blair caught sight of him. “Hey! Nice to see you again.” Ragnar thought she looked beautiful with her hair down and her outfit was very sexy. “Here I will get us a drink.” He ordered a couple of ale. “I am going to go over there to the chairs in the corner where it may be quiet. Wanna join me?” Blair asked. Ragnar nodded happy she wanted him to join her. Ragnar was feeling tension of lust toward her. She was such a stunning girl and he was trying to control himself not to jump her bones. The two walked over together and sat down in the chairs. They were actually comfy to sit in.

He really starting to like this bar the best. “I think this is one of the best bars I been in.” Blair took a sip of her drink. “It is nice. I only been to Sulani bar, since I been in town.  The sims really hate me.” She giggled. Ragnar smiled at her. “Every where I go no one likes me either by the time I leave.” Blair snickered. “Where are you from, Ragnar?” Ragnar was taking a sip of his drink. The ale here was actually good too. He might be coming here more often. “Brindleton Bay. You?” She looked like she actually had to think of the question. “Well I am originally from the city.” Ragnar nodded. “You look to be a city girl. But your home to you is Sulani isn’t it?” Blair nodded. “Yes! It meant to be my home. It such a beautiful place and where I live is off the beaten path and I just love it.” Ragnar was engaged into what she had to say holding onto ever word. “Same I live near the volcano.” Blair was shocked. “Oh my gosh! We are not far from each other!” She seem to be all excited about it. “What the odds!” He smirked and she smiled at him so sweetly. “Tell me a bit about yourself?” Blair asked. “What  would you like to know.” She shrugged “Whatever your willing to tell.” Ragnar chuckled. “Well going to let it out I have problem killing.” Blair shrugged. “So do I.” Ragnar became even more attracted to her. “My zodiac sign is Scorpio, Chinese sign is a dragon and I am free spirited.  What about you?” She smiled slyly. “I am very loyal, I am a dragon as well and my zodiac sign is Sagittarius so I am pretty adventurous.” Ragnar felt intrigued. “Are you now?” She smiled seductively. “Oh you dirty man.” She teases. “I am not thinking nothing. I promise.” He teased back. He took a few sips of his drink to calm down. He still felt tense and trying to keep control of himself. It been a long time since he been with a women. After thinking about it, he has not felt attracted enough to any woman since he was a teenager. Ragnar could not believe he left these feeling behind for such a long time. She was making him feel things again he has not felt in so long. He never notice he shut his emotions off like this. She was talking along about her familiars she had I think I caught Gidget, Slayer and Hoodoo. Ragnar thought. “Which name goes with what?” He smiled sweetly at her. He wanted her to know he was paying attention to her babies. She felt proud of them. “Gidget is a bunny butterfly, Slayer a raven and Hoodoo a owl.” Ragnar thought that was pretty neat. “Your a hybrid aren’t you?” She nodded. “I knew you were a vampire when you took off the other night but a witch as well is amazing.” She smiled. “Yes it pretty cool. My grandmother was a hybrid both my parents were vampire so I was late starting to learn my magic. My gram died before I was old enough to train.” Ragnar touched her leg to comfort her. “I am sorry. We’re you close?” She nodded. He could tell memories were going through her mind. “Well I’ve got to be getting home.” I certainly enjoyed our time together. I needed this.” They stood up and Ragnar still never finished his drink he was so enjoying chatting with her and getting to know her better. “I enjoyed this to. Glad we ran into each other and we could talk without having to defend ourselves.” Blair smiled. “Right. Let’s do this again soon.” They said goodbye and she left. He felt a bit empty without her there. He finished his drink but started to feel very hungry.

He found a women who looked good and started to drink. He really was not paying attention on how much blood he was taken and he drained her. He shrugged “oh well” he went to turn and he was punched into the gut. Then another and another. Once he finally got so he could get in view who was hitting him it was Grim. “I told you to stop!” Grim yelled. After a few hits Ragnar finally got his composure together to get himself away from Grim.

Ragnar took off in flight and got out of there. He never had been so humiliated in his life!  He just kept flying with no destination in mind. He wanted to strangle Grim. He hates he could not touch him. He never had been shown up like that by anyone! Everything swirled around in his mind, the embarrassment, the humiliation of his pride being tested. When he looked around he started to notice familiar things. He was close to home but it was not his house. Once he noticed the water fall and saw the house, her house.  He landed near the water fall and turned back. He passed back and fourth wondering if he should go in!  Would she think he was stalking her if I go there? Ragnar thought and thought. “I am going there.” He said out loud and started toward Blair’s house. He walked over and came to the gate. He looked at it and he figure it be easier to fly over it, so he did and came to the front door. He took a deep breath and knocked. It felt like forever before the doors open. When the doors open he came face to face with a barrel of a gun. He put his hands up fast. “It me Blair! Don’t shot” she put the gun down. “What the fuck! How’d you get in here?” Ragnar scratched the back of his neck. “Well I flew.” Blair dug her pale brown eyes into him. “I am sorry.” She was ready to blow he could tell. “I could of shot you! How dare you just break in and fly over my fence. You should of buzzed. If I shot you I would of never forgiven myself!” Ragnar thought he get a slap or something. “Get in here!” She still seemed reeved up. “I am sorry.” Blair swirled around “what happened to you?” Ragnar took in the kitchen it was amazing compared to his place. He could see through the door to her garden and the place was amazing. “Mhmm?” Ragnar said. He heard her talk but not what she said. “Your bleeding.” He touched his mouth and there was blood. “Embarrassing thing. I-“ he trailed off. should he lie or tell the truth. Her eye gazed into him. Felt like she could read him. “Truth is.. Grim was mad.” Blair looked confused “Mad why?” Ragnar sighed he felt so unmanly telling her this. “Because I killed again and he punched me a few times.” Blair looked at him and comforted him. He was shocked at first but it felt good to get it off his chest. “It embarrassing and I am so mad.” Blair seem to understand it all. “Grim should of never done that in public. He is a jerk. Ragnar you are strong and you can take on anything. Do not let the Grim Reaper get you down. You hear me.” Ragnar looked at Blair. She was right. Grim is nothing and he was still a hunter. He perked up some and he got a little to brave. He held back long enough all night and he kissed her. If she pulls back right now or rejects him, he probably would lose it but he had to go for it. The build up all night and being here with her now has made it impossible not to try. 

When she started to kiss him back he relaxed and soaked her in. She smelled of lavender and she felt so right to kiss. He pulled back first and she really seem like she did not want to stop. He smiled at her and she smiled back and he kissed her again and again. She made a small moan. He picked her up and she rapped her legs around him. He started for the stairs and she started to kiss his neck by the time he reached the stairs. He slammed her against the wall. She laughed. He started to kiss her neck. She let another moan escape. They made it up the stairs and she pointed to which door and he went towards it. Once they got to the door Blair bite his neck. He moaned. Now they were standing by the bed. They looked at each other and kissed softly and gentle. She pushed him onto the bed and climbed onto him. The clothes started to fly off then in all directions. She was even more beautiful without clothes,  her fair skin was so soft to touch. He melted into her and  let her take control. All the tension he was feeling was fading away more and more. Every moment made him forget the world. All he could think of was her and how she was a cat goddess. 

#simblr #simtober #sims 4 story #sims 4

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Houroubing to Aruba, Chapter 1, (Branjie) - Blackhighheels

They are off to Aruba for their first vacation together

Belongs to the “For they know what they do now”- verse

Chapter 1 : Pepito

“You got everything? The presents, wallets, cellphone?” Brock asks and looks around the room, making sure they don’t forget anything important. They are in Orlando, their first quick stop on their way to Aruba, because Jose decided it would be a good idea to visit his grandmother and Alexis. Therefor instead of just changing planes, they stay for the night and then continue their flight tomorrow. Not that Brock minds, because he’s all for splitting up the close to 14 hour journey. It helps a lot with his nerves and anxiety.

“Yup, packed everything. You got the car key?"

Brock holds it up to show it to him. "Alright, then let’s go or we’ll be late.”

“Calm down, boo, it’s just a twenty minute drive from here and also it’s just my grandma. She knows I’m always late.” Jose tells him and closes the door of their hotel room behind him, follows him to the elevator.

“Really just twenty minutes? I thought it’d be farther.” Isn’t it also another town, he wonders.

“Nope, we gonna go south on Jeff Fuqua Blvd, which becomes Access Road and then stay on and we’re basically there.”

“It’s kind of weird that you suddenly know your way around and can even name the streets. Usually you need navigation to find the Starbucks around the corner from our house,” Brock teases him.

“Bitch, I grew up around here,” Jose turns around in the elevator, facing him and taking his eyes off the mirror for once. “And I find the Starbucks without navigation… now.” He admits with a chuckle. Brock makes use of the otherwise empty elevator and pulls Jose close by his suspenders for a quick kiss.

“You wanna drive?” he offers, which is unusual, because he hates being a passenger when Jose is driving in L.A, or anywhere for that matter. If Brock had the power, he would have already confiscated Jose’s driver’s license. It remains a mystery to him, how his boyfriend doesn’t get into car accidents on the regular, his driving erratic and sometimes even careless. The only reason he’s been without a driver’s license his several DUIs.

“Nah, you good. I’m just gonna pretend I’m Siri and tell you where to go. Maybe that could be a new business idea? Miss Vanjie navigations?”

Brock laughs. “Turn right… no the other right, bitches. Imma tell ya what to do now… and I look good doing it,” he tries to imitate Jose’s Vanjie voice and makes him laugh.

“You better not do Vanjie at Snatch game ever, boo. You suck! Oh, and it’s a toll street so we’ll need quarters. Dunno, if they accept credit cards now.” They get out of the elevator.

“I think I got some. Can you check?” Brock unlocks their rental car that they’ve reached by now. They both get in and buckle their seatbelts before Brock drives out of the garage while Jose digs through his backpack, looking for Brock’s wallet.

“Yup, should be fine.” He states when he has found it. “Your wallet weighs a ton. What have ya got in here?”

“Still got the tip money from the last gig,” Brock shrugs. “Left here, right?”

“Yeah, it’s a one way street, so you need to do a u-turn here,” Jose confirms after looking up for a second. Then he focusses back on Brock’s wallet and checks each compartment, takes the papers out and looks at the cards.

“What are you doing?”

“Snooping.” Jose admits it with a bratty smirk and isn’t ashamed at all. “Got something to hide? Better confess it now.”

“Not that I know of.” He knows that there’s nothing in there that he needs to hide. Not that hiding anything from his boyfriend is ever a good idea.

“You got a condom in there? No, wait, two? What’s next? Lube?"

"Of course, I got condoms in my wallet. Where else would I keep them?” It was kind of obvious. But then he remembered that his boyfriend stashed them wherever convenient, sometimes even his cellphone cover, under his hat or in his shoes- Brock wasn’t sure how save that really was. Yet, the easy access was the reason why Jose was in charge of these things.

“Where were they when we needed them that time in London, when everything was closed and we were desperate?”

“They were most likely already in there, but I was too drunk to think of it.” Brock tries to remember what happened back then, but the nights in London during their first tour together, are still kind of a blur.

“Child, I will remember from now on! Won’t happen again,” Jose huffs and puts his feet on the dashboard of the car, after he threw the wallet back in the backpack.

“Yeah, just one thing,” Brock grins and quickly looks at him before concentrating back on the traffic.

“What thing?”

“We stopped using condoms months ago?! You remember the testing and discussions?"

"Took us long enough to rid off these romance killers,” Jose rolls his eyes, but can’t hide the small smile.

“You think it took us long?” Brock asks curiously.

“Yeah, we’ve been back together eleven months and we stopped using them like what? Two months ago?”

“Bit more. I remember we discussed it right after your birthday and then got tested just to be sure. We didn’t bring any condoms on tour. November maybe? So more like four months.”

“Mmh.”

“How long did it usually take, until you stopped using protection with your ex boyfriends?”

“Never… like… No wait. With one I did, but then we broke up shortly afterwards. But the others were always cheating… or I thought they were cheating and then it turned out later I’d been right.”

“Oh, ok.”

“What? I won’t let any fuccboi gamble with my health. If I wanna fuck that up, I can do it on my own. Don’t need anyone tell me about love and trust and shit and then stick his dick somewhere without a cover.”

“You know I agree with you.” Brock points out. He’s never been one to skip protection the few times he actually had real sex with a random guy. And since he’d never had a boyfriend before Jo… and he still got tested regularly.

“I do. And I trust you, so no raincoat needed… well, other than for practical reasons.” The smirk is back on Jose’s face. “We can throw ‘em out?”

“We probably should anyway. I can’t remember when I put them in there. Better check the expiration date,” Brock laughs.

“Not like one of us can get pregnant, cause if we could… girl. We’d have grand-babies by now.”

“No, but if they rip, it kind of defeats the purpose, no matter which one we might have in mind.”

Jose wrinkles his forehead, then nods. “Turn right here on the 417 and the toll station should be right ahead.”

“Ok, papi,” Brock nods and does what he is told. “Can you hand me the quarters?”

***

They reach their destination fifteen minutes later, park the car and both get out. It’s a narrow street with small houses left and right and an apartment complex at the end of the cul-de-sac. Children’s toys seem to sit on nearly every free strip of lawn, along with grills, chairs and the odd dog on a chain. It’s obvious that it’s not a rich neighbourhood, but Brock doesn’t feel unsafe either.

“You grew up here?” Brock asks and looks around.

“Lived over there for a while,” Jose points in the general direction of a couple of houses. “But we moved a lot. Longest house we stayed in was on the other side of the lake. Five years, maybe?” He takes Brock’s hand in his and leads him down the street.

“Because of the divorce?”

“Divorce, break-ups, money or the wrong people around us. My mom didn’t want a repeat of what happened with her brother, so she tried to keep us out of trouble.”

“You know I’m glad my parents are finally divorced because they weren’t good for each other and everything, and are much happier now, but the whole moving thing is a reason why I’m glad they didn’t get divorced until we were all grown up.”

“Yeah, it sucked sometimes. Not always.”

“Any last warnings?” Brock asks then when they reach a small blue house. He is suddenly overcome by nervousness.

“Just do you, boo,” Jose smiles and they exchange a quick kiss before he knocks on the mesh screen door, because the main door is already open. “Abuela?” Jose yells.

“Come in, Pepito,” a female voice calls from the inside.

“Lita!” Jose exclaims when they walk inside and a tiny, dark haired women rushes towards them once they have crossed the small living-room and reach the kitchen.

“Pepito!  Cariño!” She squeezes him tightly and holds him, tears in her eyes. “It’s been so long”

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” he agrees, wipes his eyes and sniffs. “Grandma, this is Brock,” he introduces them. Before Brock can react he is pulled downwards and into a bear hug. The small elder woman has a lot more strength than he suspected.

“So nice to  finally meet you,” he tells her when she lets him go.

“Que hombre bonito,” she says to Jose, but Brock understands enough to blush.

“He not too bad,” Jose teases with a nonchalant shrug and winks at his man.

“Neither are you, Pepito,” Brock teases right back, because he hasn’t heard this nickname before, even though he spends a lot of time around Jose’s mother.

“Oh, stop. Only my abuela is allowed to call me that.” He turns back to his grandmother. “We brought you a little something something. The green one is from us and the pink one from mom.” He hands her the wrapped gifts that are still for Christmas.

“Thank you, mi corazon.” They both get kisses on the cheeks before she sets the gifts aside without opening them.  "You want something to drink before we leave?“ she asks the both of them.

"We leave? Where to?” Jose is as puzzled as Brock.

“The BBQ spot by the lake. The others will be here in a minute, food is done.”

“The others?” Jose doesn’t look too happy.

“Lita?” another male voice yells from the front door and then steps can be heard coming towards the kitchen where they are standing. Brock can feel Jose tense up even though they are not touching. He looks like he might run any second and shrinks into himself. “Oh, you already here,” the man says. He is about Jose’s height, maybe a bit taller with tan skin, dark short curls and Jose’s eyes. Tattoos cover his hands, arms and what can be seen of his chest and his neck. He is wearing Nike’s, grey baggy sweats and a white wife-beater. Two little girls are by his side.

“Yeah.” Jose just nods.

“Uncle Jose!” one of the girls storms towards Jo and jumps up to hug him. That’s when Brock finally understands that he’s just met Jose’s older brother.

“Vicky! You so tall now, girl! Look at that! You nearly as tall as Brock here,” Jose jokes as he holds his niece, her legs slung around his stomach. Her skin is a bit lighter than Jose’s, but the family resemblance is uncanny. Her dark curls are done in complicated braids on her head.

“Hi!” The girl smiles charmingly up at him, still in Jose’s arms and Brock smiles back. She’s really cute and Brock realises she has bright green eyes.

“Hi,” he replies and then turns to the man staring at him. “Hello, I’m Brock,” he holds out his hand. It takes a moment but then Jose’s brother shakes it.

“Hi, I’m D. Heard a lot about you, man. Mom sure can’t shut up about your house with the pool and all the other rich shit.”

“We just rent it.”

“Hey, Feli, do you remember me?” Jose puts his older niece back down on the ground and crouches down in front of the younger one, who seems to be about four or five. She looks a lot like her sister, but her eyes are as dark as Jose's  and her hair is simply pulled in a tight pony-tail. She shyly shakes her head and clings to her father’s hand more tightly, hides partially behind it.

“That’s uncle Jo, Feli. Miss Vanjie!” her sister informs her.

“How do you know about Miss Vanjie, little lady? How old are you?” Jose puts his hands on his hips and plays it up for her amusement.

“Everybody knows about Vanjie. You famous now, uncle J! And I’m ten!”

“Ten? When did you turn ten? Wasn’t it just yesterday that we played with your my little ponies and braided their hair?”

“You’re silly.” She giggles. “Look, I’m even wearing mascara and nails!”

“I can see that,” Jose smiles, but the look he gives his brother is disapproving. Then he holds up a hand towards Brock. “Help me up, boo?” he asks and Brock knows it’s only because his knee is still hurting after the six hour flight earlier in the morning. Brock pulls him up.

“Lita, you riding with us or Jose?”

“You can ride with us, if you want,” Jose offers.

“Ok, then we’ll meet you at the park.” Without another word Jose’s brother takes his daughters by the hands and leads them out of the house.

“Esper… we need to take the arroz con guandules,” grandma sighs.

“In the caldero?” Jose’s eyes widen and he looks over to the oven where a huge metal pot is standing.

“Can we even lift it?” Brock laughs when he sees the size of this thing.

“You a tall man, mi amor. You can do it,” Jose’s grandmother seems to have confidence in him and the term of endearment doesn’t miss its’ aim either. He walks over and tests it, manages to lift the heavy pot off the stove.

“Pepito, ven aqui,” she waves Jose behind her and when they come back they each hold two large  bowls with even more food. “Let’s go!” she smiles and follows them out to the car.

***

“That your ride?” Jose’s brother asks Brock when they reach the picnic area at a lake not too far away from the grandmother’s house. He doesn’t help with the heavy pots though.

“Rental. We’re only here for a day.”

“Only a day? Why’d you even come here then? Or you owning your own jet now and just don’t care?” he laughs, but Brock recognises a dig when he hears one.

“It made sense to stop here or in Miami, since we need to change planes here anyway on our way to our vacation.”

“Where you going, man?”

“Aruba.”

“Sweet.”

“Yeah, we think so.”

“Must have cost you a couple of coins.”

“A couple. The flights and part of the stay is paid for, however. I won it on the show.”

“The show?” he seems puzzled for a moment. “Ah, right. You’re one of those as well.”

“One of what?” Brock stands up to his full height after he’s finally managed to put the pot down on one of the tables. He tries not to be offended and give him the benefit of the doubt, but Jose’s stories about his brother combined with the way he just said it, rub Brock the wrong way.

“Hombre!” A loud scream interrupts them and they turn around. D smiles and walks over to the ten to twelve men coming his way. Behind them a couple of women follow, most of them with children in tow. Brock feels like he’s watching a documentation about hispanic gangs in the Bronx or something. For a second he wonders how many of them are armed, but then he pushes the thought away as quickly as he can. As a Canadian the thought of guns all around him always freaks him out.

“Fuck, he brought his whole posse,” Jose mutters and shows up beside Brock, but doesn’t touch him.

“They’re family, too?”

“Some of them are cousins, yeah. Rest friends. All of them as fucking dumb as my brother.” Jose seems angry. Or annoyed?

“You ok, papi?”

“I’m fine… just… ignore everything they say and remember we’re only here for today, k?” Jose looks up at him, a strange look in his eyes.

“Same goes for you,” Brock points out and wraps one arm around Jose’s shoulder and pulls him into his side. For a moment the tension leaves his body as he melts against Brock’s body.

“Oy, loca!” Another scream from one of the guys and the tension is back in Jose’s body, fists clenched.

Brock holds him tighter and massages his shoulder with the one hand resting there. “Breathe.”

***

A while later Jose and Brock have sat down to eat, Jose’s grandmother at their table, his nieces there as well. The other men have retreated to a table at the edge of the picnic area and Brock can’t say that he minds in the least. The longer he’s been around them, the less him likes them. The women left after a while, taking most of the kids with them after they’ve served their men with drinks and food.

“Oye, Jose!” a guy that was introduced as Tivo, a friend of D’s, yells over without getting up.

“What?”

“Bring me another beer.”

“Please,” Brock adds with quiet sarcasm, can’t help it. He waits for Jose’s sarcastic reply to the unfriendly request, but he just gives Brock’s leg a squeeze underneath the table, then gets up and brings him the requested drink. There is some laughter at the table when Jose gets there, but Brock can’t hear or understand what’s being said. When Jose comes back with an empty plate, he refills it and carries it back over. Brock can see that he’s still slightly limping, his knee still acting up.

“Sit down, babe, I’m gonna get you some ice,” Brock decides and gets up himself to fetch some ice from where the drinks are. He places the cubes on a towel and then hands it to Jose.

“Thank you, boo,” Jose replies and pecks Brock’s lips a couple of times. Wolf-whistles can be heard from the other table.

“Jose! No delante de mis hijas!” Jose jerks back from Brock at his brother’s angry command, the ice falling to the ground.

“What did he say?” Brock questions.

“Nothin’” Jose mumbles and tries to pick the ice back off the ground.

“I’m gonna get you some fresh ice,” Brock shakes his head, takes the dish towel, gets up and refills it.

“Jose! Bring the bread over.”

Brock isn’t even back at the table yet when the new command comes from the table of guys and the whole table erupts in laughter. Brock had the feeling before that they were doing it on purpose, making Jose serve them, since their wives and girlfriends were gone, but now he knows. And he is furious.

It also puzzles him why Jose is obliging them and doesn’t say a single thing. His usually so feisty and hot-tempered boyfriend is acting like a scared little kid, which adds even more fire to Brock’s anger.

He stops Jose from getting up by placing a hand on his shoulder. “Stay, I’ll do it. Put the ice on your knee.” He grabs the bread and marches over to where the guys are sitting. “Here,” he pushes the bread in the hands of a guy whose name he has already forgotten. “And now get the rest yourself."

"Ooooh,” the other three men howl and laugh.

“Mind your own business, sissy.” More boo-ing, more laughter. “We not talking to you, white boy.”

“Sissy? Fine by me, but maybe you should man up. You can’t even get your food or drinks yourself.”

“Jose! Your loca is running her mouth!” One guy calls.

“We can, we just don’t want to. That’s what you guys are for,” another one says. Brock looks at Jose’s brother, who hasn’t said anything and doesn’t holler and laugh as loudly as the others. But neither does he stand up for his brother and stop this.

“Mmh, and apparently we’re also here to pay your phone bill debts, right D?” Brock knows and addresses him directly. “How about you earn your own money first and stop relying on your little brother? How’s that for man-ing up?” More howls, boos, this time directed at D.

“Fuck off, maricon!” Brock knows that word. If there is one thing every gay man knows, it’s insults and slurs in all kinds of languages, the cruder the more familiar. And this time it came directly from D.

“What did you just say?” he asks unnecessarily, dares him to repeat it.

D gets off the bench and stands in front of him. D’s best friend Felix does the same, steps closer and puffs out his chest. “Chupa mi huevos, maricon!”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Jose’s furious threat echoes  as he rushes over, already halfway there, even limping. He must have started his way over when they called him. Brock holds him back though, when he basically flies towards his brother and Felix, ready to tackle them. With both arms wrapped around his waist from behind, he is reminded how strong Jose really is. He has trouble holding him back, his boyfriend set on a physical fight with all ten of them, if he has to.

“J, you really wanna try me again?” his brother laughs, comes closer and steps in front of Felix. Brock knows that even though he doesn’t have any experience in fist fights, he will step in front of Jose and try to protect him, before he will stand idly by and watch them hurt Jose even more than they have in the past.

“Siétate! Ahora!” Suddenly Jose’s grandmother is by their side, glaring at his brother and his friends. They obey and no one dares to laugh this time. A fast rant, that Brock doesn’t understand a single word of, starts and at the same time she waves him and Jose away, signalises them to go back to their table. Brock isn’t sure if that’s a good idea though, grabs more ice as they pass the drinks and leads Jose away from the picnic area and towards a small park by the lake side.

“You ok, papi?” Brock asks when Jose is still silent once they reach a wooden bench underneath some trees, hidden away from sight.

“Did they hurt you?” Jose asks instead of answering the question.

“No, they didn’t even touch me.” Brock pulls him down onto the bench and into his lap, then places the ice on Jose’s knee for the third time. “Has it always been like this?”

“No, not when we were younger. I always wanted to be like him, all manly and cool and shit. But when he found out I was gay… at home it was ok and when we were alone, but when his friends found out…”

“Did they hurt you? Physically?”

“Sometimes.They thought they could beat the gay out of me or some shit. Until my mother found out. Then she beat the crap out of them.”

“I can imagine,” Brock chuckles, because he can imagine well how that went down.

“She took my side and he thinks she loves me more, like, I’m the favorite. When the Vanjie thing happened and they moved to L.A. for me… D really hates me now.” Jose slumps sideways against Brock’s chest. For a while they just sit there, Brock rubbing Jose’s arm and placing kisses on his forehead from time to time. Jose is deep in thought.

“You wanna go back?” Brock asks when Jose starts responding to his caresses and starts sucking on his neck.

“Mmmh, I wanna talk to my grandma some more.”

“But Jo? If they start bullying you again, we’re leaving. I will not sit idly by and watch it. We’ve come too far in our life to go back to who we were ten or fifteen years ago.”

“Thank you.” Jose kisses him gently before they both get up and walk back to Jose’s family, their fingers tightly linked. They haven’t reached their table yet when D walks towards them. Brock slightly steps in front of Jose. The fact that he is already injured makes him protective in a way he usually isn’t. Or maybe it’s just the company they are in?

“Mira… Jose, can I talk to you?” Jose looks to Brock.

“You want me to come with you?” he offers.

“Nah, we gonna be fine.” He decides and looks around.

“Stay where I can see you, please?” Brock requests quietly.

“Will do, boo.” Jose gives him a small smile and then points to a swing set not too far away. His nieces are playing there now and Brock thinks that hopefully they won’t get too intense in front of the kids. When he looks around he sees that the other men have left and only Jose’s grandmother is sitting at a table.

“They gonna be fine,” she tells him when he joins her and refills his cup.

“Thanks for stepping in. I’m not really good at fist fights,” he tries to joke.

“Tu sabes, D is here 'cause he wanted to talk to Jose. It wasn’t my idea. He’s changed a lot since they all left, his mother, his brothers… his girls. He only sees them once a month.”

“Mmh.” Brock makes, doesn’t really know what to say.

“You found a house yet?” She changes the topic.

“Not really. But we’re in no hurry. The lease isn’t up for another there years, so we’ve got time to wait and see what comes up. First we needed to hash out what we even want,” he explains and smiles, remembering their different ideas about what they wanted to buy.

“Send me some pictures when you found something. I’d like to see where he lives.”

“You could always come and see us. We have a guest room.”

“I know, my daughter told me. But the long flight… it’s expensive, you know?”

“We could book it for you. Both Jo and I have so many points saved up we barely know what to do with them. Would be first class, too.”

“Points? No entiendo.”

“Like, when you fly with certain airlines you get points for flying with them and rewards. After a certain amount of points you get better rewards, don’t have to pay certain fees, get free food and drinks. And because we’re always flying somewhere, we can basically never use up all our bonuses.”

“So you don’t pay money for my flight?”

“No, we wouldn’t.”

“Ok, I will think about it,” she finally accepts and Brock is impressed by this very proud and humble woman. “I could cook for you when I visit you. You’re both too thin.” She adds and Brock knows that he will have to tell Jose that his grandma is going to visit them soon. This is as close to accepting the offer as it gets.

They are interrupted when Jose, his brother and the girls come back. Neither is hurt, but Brock can see the storm of emotions in Jose’s eyes. He looks upset, but not angry, which he takes as a good sign.

“We should get going, boo. Have to get ready for our night out with Alexis,” Jose tells him quietly. “You got this here, D?” He motions to the pots and plates everywhere.

“Si, you go. I take care of it,” his brother confirms and his tone is much softer than before.

“K, bye Lita. Talk to you soon.”

“Bye, Pepito. You tare care.” They hug for a long moment. Brock is next, gets the same bear hug he was greeted with earlier that day.

D holds out his hand when they pull back. Reluctantly Brock takes it, not sure yet what to make of it. He is pulled in a manly hug, with a couple of pats on his back. “I’m sorry about before. And please take care of him, man. His knee really doesn’t look good.”

“I will,” he vows, surprised by the concern, the apology and the approval.

After saying goodbye to the girls, they make their way to the car in silence and Brock has to turn on the navigation, because Jose keeps staring out the window, deep in thought.

“Baby, you’re ok?” he asks him when he can’t take it anymore and touches one of Jose’s hand with one finger.

“Yeah. It was good, the talk and all. Just… a lot. He apologised for the shit he’s done to me and for not protecting me. I told him he needs to apologise to mom, too, for all his fuck ups. It was hard on her. But he doesn’t feel like he part of the family no more and … he done a lot of work, did some therapy, has his own Dr. Laurie. He’s always been a bit of an ass, but he my brother, you know? He’s family, even if he don’t get me or why I’m gay and why I’m so extra all the time.”

“Sounds like a good start,” Brock comments.

“Said he should come to L.A. and see us all. I wasn’t sure if you want him at the house though.”

“I’m not sure either. He’s kind of scary.”

“He wouldn’t do nothing. He still on probation.”

“What?” Brock squeaks and does a double take. Maybe he should have been given that info before he nearly got into a physical fight with the guy.

“Long story with a mug shot and all, y'all.” Jose chuckles.

“Talked to your grandma; she might want to visit us too. Maybe they can come together? We take your grandma and your mom can take your brother?”

“You talked my abuela into visiting us? I’ve been begging her to come see us since I moved to L.A. How’d you do that?”

“I can be charming, too, pepito.” Brock laughs.

“Haha! Baaabe!” Jose laughs loudly, his scream echoing through the car. “I think I’m gonna call Alexis and tell him we not coming tonight. I don’t feel like clubbing anymore. That ok with you?” Jose surprisingly asks when he has calmed down.

“Sure. We’ll see him in L.A. in a couple of weeks anyway.” Brock agrees and stops at the tolling station.

***

Jose remains unusually quiet when they get back their room. They each take a shower and dress more comfortably and chill on the bed before ordering room service later that night. Jose isn’t really hungry, but Brock makes him eat, since he didn’t eat much during lunch either.

Once they are done, they retreat back to the bed and start the next episode of whatever show they are watching in Netflix. Brock doesn’t pay attention.

He doesn’t really know how to deal with a quiet Jose. He’s asked him several times if he’s ok, but beside a short confirmation, he hasn’t added anything to what he said in the car. He calculates how late it is in L.A. and if they should maybe call Laurie, but then decides against it, because Jose moves closer to him and places his head on his chest.

“Today was the first day I felt like that fucking kid again, the one who fucks up at school and goes to therapy for his ADD and knows he’s gay and who is weird and loud and shit. My own brother didn’t want to be around me, 'cause I was so not cool. And now, we here and you… the hottest guy I’ve ever dated, saw all of that shit today.”

“You scared I don’t find you cool and hot anymore?"

"Dunno. Do you?” He looks up at him, a small smile on his face that is also a bit insecure. And Jose should never ever feel insecure about Brock’s love for him.

“How about I show you?” He smiles and presses his lips against Jose’s for a moment, pulls back with a loud smack.

“Starting the romancing early? We not even in Aruba yet, hot stuff.” Jose kisses him, a bit longer, but just as intensely.

“Got a problem with that?”

“No, you go ahead, boo. Show me.” The next kiss leaves them both breathless. When Brock teases him with the tip of his tongue, runs it over Jose’s lips, he lets out a soft laugh before he moves up a bit more, slips his tongue in his mouth and gives back ten fold.

Brock rolls them over, so that Jo is underneath him, lying on his back. Without breaking the kiss or looking, he slides one hand underneath his shirt and moves upward, the fabric bunching up on his wrists. Brock enjoys the feeling of his smooth, hot skin underneath his palms, muscles contracting where his light touch tickles.

He clutches the white shirt, breaks the kiss and pulls it over his head, Jose’s arms lifting on autopilot. While he’s at it, he loses his own shirt and dives back down to kiss him some more. Jose’s lips are always plump, delicious and the little noises he makes shoot straight to Brock’s groin, making him painfully hard.

They pant slightly and look at each other when they have to break the kiss again.

“I love how you always gasp when I do this,” he says and places a kiss in the middle of Jose’s chest; smiles when he hears the sound he just talked about. “So hot.”

A lick of his nipple follows, then the other, the same sounds filling the room as Jose’s hand tangles in Brock’s hair. Next he drags his scruffy cheeks down across his stomach and watches the slight red, that colours the tan skin. “I love it when you’re loud and shit,” he repeats his earlier words back at him. “Tell me what you want… talk to me."

Jose groans loudly. "Your tongue… your teeth,” he says and directs Brock’s head up. They’ve been doing this often enough that he knows exactly what his man is after. He has a go at his nipples, knows they are incredibly sensitive. Jose groans again, his voice high pitched and needy as he raises his torso off the bed, apparently stuck between wanting to pull away and pulling Brock more to him. He sucks, licks and even bites a little as Jose moans, swears and even half-laughs. Brock can feel him hard and hot through his sweats, against his leg.

He slips his hand in Jose’s pants, pulls them down with one tug as he raises his hips without prompting. The sweats join their shirts on the floor.

“How do you want me?” Brock asks him. “What do you want me to do? Suck you? Fuck you? Let you fuck me?” His right hand is wrapped around Jose’s hard shaft, teasing him further with slow and steady movements.

“You’d let me fuck you? Feeling like being a bottom today?” Jose teases and pulls Brock’s shorts down over his hips, pats his naked butt cheeks before he runs his hands over them, squeezes.

“Today I’ll do whatever you need me to do, to show you that you have the power now. No one can tell you what to do anymore, no one can talk down to you or bully you.” He rests his chin against Jose’s chest and waits for his verdict. Giving all the power away is kind of sexy too and Brock has troubles keeping his hips still.

“There’ll be enough time for me to fuck you. Maybe on the beach? Or against a palm tree?” Jose muses, clearly teasing Brock now. “I just want you to fuck me… been waiting all day… got ready while you were in the shower,” he confesses and makes Brock scramble up and get out of his pants in seconds. He grabs the lube from underneath the pillow, where one of them always puts it, and is pushed on his back. He grips the bottle hard when Jose’s wet, hot mouth suddenly surrounds his hard dick, his tongue teasing him. He sucks him, the sounds loud and obscene as he doesn’t hold back. He watches him bop up and down, cheeks hollow from time to time and sometimes his tongue peeks out, swipes over his head, tastes him, before he takes him deep again. Brock’s hips lift off the bed and he hopes he’ll hold out long enough and not come in his mouth. Saliva is covering his dick when Jose finally stops and takes the lube from him.

“You so fucking sexy.” The bottle hits the floor and Brock hopes he closed it properly, the stain disaster on a carpet not something he wishes to repeat. “Should I get the condoms or ride you like this…?” Jose asks, even though they both know it’s not really a question. The intimacy of going bare something they discussed in detail, after they had both been surprised by the effect it had on them once they’d done it the first time. For Brock it was the proof he didn’t know he’d needed, that Jose trusts him and knows he is being faithful.

Jose climbs on top of him and then slowly sinks down with a loud groan.

“God… fuck, papi.” Brick grips his hips tightly and digs his fingers into Jo’s skin. There are no more thoughts about the past, the family, nothing. Just this, his beautiful man on top of him, dominating and directing, trusting him with his body the same way he does trust him.

“I fucking love you fucking me… love you!” Jose leans down for a wet kiss, tongues battling. When he sits back up, taking him fully, he starts moving, eyes closed. “You feel so fucking good!” He gets louder. Brock starts pushing up, making the thrusts harder, deeper. “Yeah! Fuuuck!”

“Jo, yes.” There is no way he can form a full sentence. A couple more thrusts and he’s reduced to simple moans and rhythmic grunts that are drowned out by Jose’s enthusiastic and filthy commentary. That’s the confidence he knows from him, all sexy and not holding back. That’s how he wants him, no needs him, to feel every fucking second of every fucking day. Just when he’s about to come, Jo slows down, then stops and grins at him. He knows exactly what he’s doing, little shit.

“Not done with you yet. I want to come first. Show me you can get me there. Make me come! And maybe I’ll let you come, too. Might be in a giving mood.” Brock pushes up, as hard as he can and surprises him, makes him yelp. For a second he’s scared he’s hurt him.

“Yeees!” The scream is enough to make him repeat the movement, slam him down by his hips.

Their bodies glistens with sweat and he has no idea how long they’ve been at it. The muscles in his legs are shaking and burn, and he knows he can’t keep going for much longer or he has to change their position. Jose wouldn’t approve, though. He lets go of his hips with one hand and wraps it around Jose’s leaking cock, strokes him in the same rhythm as he’s riding him, as Brock’s slamming up into him.

Two, four, eight… “Fuck, yes, Brock!” Jose comes all over his stomach and chest and Brock follows him, still deep inside of him.

“Fuck,” Brock pants, giggles, his arms falling to his sides. Jose lifts his hips and lets him slide out, then moves up, lays down on top of him and kisses him, just once, because they are both still too out of breath for more.

“This was a worthy first fuck for our first vacation together.” Jose sighs into his shoulder and rests his head there. Brock just laughs and wraps his arms around him. They lay like this for a moment.

“You know what this reminds me of, us going away for a break after all of this goddamn mess today?”

“Mmh?”

“When I was still living with Alexis, Jeffrey used to watch these Arabic series sometimes. They like telenovelas but shorter. I got sucked in with one, 'cause the actress was so fucking gorgeous. It was about a woman in Lebanon, who had so much shit going on with her family that she didn’t know up from down. And then her handsome hero came in, swept her off her feet, but her family didn’t like it. And child, that guy was hot! Her brother was an asshole and all… and then they just ran off to Paris for three months and called it 'Houroub’. That was also the name of the show. Jeffrey said that means 'escape’”. I feel like that what we doing. Houroub-ing from drag and our families and fans and every day shit… I think we earned it.“

"Yeah, we do, papi,” Brock agrees and closes his eyes. “Houroub-ing to Aruba.”

Jose makes an attempt to sit up, but Brock tightens his hold around him and keeps him there. “Bitch, if you think we going to sleep with cum glueing our chests together, while I’m leaking all over the place, you better think again. You wanna be lazy like this afterwards, we better go back to the whole condoms discussion.” Jose untangles from him and cleans himself a bit with his shirt. They also had this talk before, more than once.

“I’m exhausted. You just fucked all energy out of me.” Brock sighs.

“You wanted me bossy, you get bossy: Get up! We taking a bath.” Jose decides and tugs on Brock’s arm until he reluctantly sits up.

“You gonna be bossy in the tub, too?” he asks as he follows him into the bathroom and swats his naked ass playfully.

“Maybe. But maybe I just want you to hold me,” Jose shrugs and starts the water.

“Whatever you want, papi. Whatever you want.” Brock tells him and pulls him into his chest as they watch the tub fill with water.

“When’s our flight leaving tomorrow?” Jose breaks the silence just before he turns the water off.

“Twenty past one. We should be at the airport around eleven.” They both climb in, Jose finding his spot, sitting between Brock’s outstretched legs.

“Thank god, mama. We can sleep in and get breakfast at the airport. I’ll need my beauty sleep to be ready and repeat our performance in paradise, as soon as we get there.”

Brock laughs. “You have this all planned out already? What happened to checking in, unpacking and then explore your surroundings a bit?”

“Oh, I’m gonna be all Dora-explorer on your dick, boo… all over our room and bed.” Jose’s boisterous laughter fills the room and Brock presses a kiss to his temple. What a great way to start their vacation.

TBC

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #fluff #smut #drama #canon compliant #houroubing to aruba #blackhighheels

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Worth It

Chapter Three: Monday Morning

Word Count: 4052

Chapter Two: Saying Thank You

Today’s been a day already and I haven’t even made it into work yet…

I woke up to my grandmother calling bright and early at 5 am. My heart and soul needed to talk to her as she calmed me of my nerves about today. She reassured me that all of my hard work wasn’t going to go to waste. I may have shed a few tears after ending our call but I was wide awake and energized.

Then as I was getting ready to leave my apartment, my sisters call me as they left school. Nat and Nikole were dropping hints about how they wanted to come and visit me while they were on break. Which isn’t a bad idea but I’ll have to figure out a good time so they aren’t just sitting around my apartment. But there’s no way I can take a week off just a month after starting. It will most likely be during the holidays so I can spend a little time with them.

But I think the thing that threw me off the most was Namjoon waiting for me in the lobby with a hot coffee in hand. He had a cocky smile on his lips as he took in my wardrobe choice. Thankfully yesterday I went by the company to drop off a bag full of spare clothes because there’s no way I can dance in my current outfit. As he handed me my cup, the other’s pass us sluggishly to the waiting vans.

“Can I ride in with you?” Namjoon gave me his signature smile and the next thing I know we are in my car sitting in morning traffic.

My fingers tap anxiously against the steering wheel, I really can’t be late on my first day. Namjoon chuckles before turning down the radio.

“Calm down, you have almost 45 minutes before you’re supposed to be in the office. Worst case just call in and tell them that we’re stuck in traffic.”

He’s surprisingly calm and I feel somewhat better but I just want to get into the office already. Yesterday I was supposed to relax and take an off day but I was too full of energy and I was already given approval to come in, so I went and organized my office. I also went through a few run throughs of each song that way I wasn’t rusty before teaching the group. The last thing I wanted was to look unprofessional in front of them.

“Looks like the traffic is letting up here, after that we should have no problem getting there.”

Namjoon scrolls through the map on his phone and my body relaxes in the seat as we pass by the backed up exit. Just as he said, the road clears out and we’re at the company sooner than I thought. Smiling at him, I pull in and park. My stomach feels like it’s doing back flips and spins as I look at the large building. This is it. It’s finally my first official day as a BigHit employee.

“I guess I’ll see you in an hour. Hoseok has the disk with the detailed moves on it.”

“See you then! Have fun.”

We both exited the car, my bag tucked tightly under my arm as I read through a last minute email and sip my coffee. Looks like the schedule changed just a little, scanning our badges we enter the lobby and both go our separate ways.

My heart starts to pound in my chest as I stand in front of the large frosted glass door. Taking in a deep breath, I pull the handle back and I’m greeted by a room full of staff. Bowing politely I take a seat in the vacant chair. There’s a large packet in front of everyone and I can’t help but quirk an eyebrow as I sit and read through it.

It’s going to take me a little longer to get through this, yes I’ve been studying for years but I’m still slow on reading Korean. Reaching into my beg I pull out a small notebook and a pen so I can start making notes.

“Good morning everyone. Today we will be going over the details of the next tour and upcoming award shows. Also, I want everyone to welcome Ms. y/l/n. She will be taking over the dance and choreography department.”

There’s a small, quick round of applause which makes my heart flutter.

“Thank you everyone. I can’t wait to get started!”

As each of the directors goes over their roles and the upcoming events my head starts to spin. There’s so much I need to get done in such a short amount of time. The tour is starting after the new year and the award shows want the group to perform and I need to make a few new opening moves for each. It shouldn’t be too hard but it’s going to require a few all nighters.

Under the table I feel my phone vibrate in my bag, it’s not too loud since all of the stylists are talking about who to partner with and what the concept will be for the tour. I look around and notice that everyone else has their phones on the table so I guess it will be okay for me to have mine. Bending down I fish out my phone and see that it’s the group chat Taehyung added me to.

J-Hope: Jungkookie and V are getting impatient for you to get here.

Kookie: Hurry up Noona! I wanna dance.

Locking my phone, I smile and look back up at the presentation board where tour locations and stage options are being shown. From what it looks like the next tour is going to be amazing.

“Ms. y/l/n would you mind sharing what you’ve made so far?” Nodding, I make my way up to the front with a copy of the disk I made. Passing it over, I feel my palms start to get sweating and my throat feels tight.

“These are the main songs that will be performed and recorded for music videos. I didn’t get to make these with the members so there will have to be some changes made. Also, I’m going to let them decide the style for their solos.”

Around the room other staff nod as their eyes are glued to the screen. Nervously I fiddle with the ring on my finger as the videos come to an end. I let them keep the copy since I have the original saved on my laptop and another copy.

I’ve never been one for giving presentations or public speaking. Dancing has always been my way of expression. So as of right now I want to crawl into a hole and disappear. I can’t gauge everyone’s reactions as the videos end. They probably wish that the old choreographer was still here.

As the videos end I’m waiting for the room to stay completely silent.

But once again I’m proven wrong.

The stylists are all smiling and whispering energetically about how this is going to be one of the best sets ever. Or how well I’ve incorporated their style.

Smiling I walk back to my seat with a little more pep in my step. Today just might turn out to be a better day than I thought.

For the millionth time,it feels like, I tighten the band of my ponytail that sticks through the ball cap. I silently scold myself as I suck in a deep breath as a sigh over takes my body, I shouldn’t have stayed so late at the studio last night touching up the dances. During the meeting I didn’t feel too stiff or sore but now that I rushed to change and get to the practice room on time I feel each and every muscle tense up.

Walking through the doorway of the large practice room I see the boys all goofing around with their previous dances. All laughing and having a good time relaxing. It makes me want to go slightly easier on them but I know that’s not why I was hired. Sucking in another deep breath I clear my throat to make my presence known.

“You guys ready?” I ask loudly as I make my over to them. As I scan over them I feel slightly underdressed and overdressed at the same time. They each have their own style even in the practice room.

“We watched it over a few times and followed along for the most part.” Nodding at Hoseok’s statement, I can see that Jin and Namjoon are a little apprehensive about it. I knew that it would be harder for them, that’s why I’m going to spend more time with them individually throughout the week. I have no doubt that Hoseok will help me as well.

“I’m going to line you up and then go through the first few moves. Sound good?”

Time seems to go by quicker than I thought and before I know it their managers and other staff are carrying in bags full of food for lunch. Some of the boys have dropped onto the ground and are working on catching their breathing. I can’t say I didn’t work them hard, we were able to make it through one full run through before calling it a day. Sure it wasn’t perfect by any means, that’s going to take some time, but at least they are memorizing the choreo.

“Food…” Jin groans out as he makes his way over to the table and throws himself into the rolling chair. It spins slightly which causes him to bump and shake the whole table. Some of the staff check to see if he hurt himself while Jungkook tries not to laugh at his accident.

“You all did great today. I have no doubt that you’ll have this one down quick.” I huff out between breaths. My legs are killing me from doing so many one on one run throughs of parts. I forgot how sore I was after making these routines, I may just have to soak in an ice bath later.

I get a few smiles and a few nods in agreement as they move over to join Jin at the table, but there’s one person missing. Jimin rewinds the video and rewatches from the beginning. He stands in place and tries to go along step by step. I can see a glint in his eyes that I know all too well...snatching my hat off I move over to him with a slight frown.

“Jimin, you need to eat. We can worry about polishing the moves up the rest of the week.” His eyes cut over to me and I can see the annoyance. He doesn’t want me to interrupt his personal time, honestly I’m the same exact way when there’s a new choreo to make or a new routine to learn. But right now he needs to take care of himself.

“I’m fine.” There’s a slight edge to his voice and I don’t want to push him too far. Sighing, I turn my head towards the others who are trying to watch secretly but failing terribly. Namjoon just nods his head in a way that tells me it’s not worth arguing about.

“If you want to work on it tonight we can but right now you really do need to sit down and take a break. You’ll run yourself down if you keep this up everyday.”

That strike a nerve as his body stops moving completely. Whatever determined glint that was in his eyes is completely gone as he turns towards me. I would never take Jimin as the intimidating type, but I can’t help gulping under his gaze.

“I know my body better than you do y/n. I’ve been dancing just as long as you have. And I can learn it on my own.” His tone is completely different than anything I’ve heard so far. And the way he makes it seems like he could learn it faster without me strike my own nerve. He moves past me and mutters something inaudible which makes my annoyance rise. Turning on my heels swiftly I shove my ball cap back on my head and head towards the door, snatching up my bag that’s sitting by the threshold. Not caring that it slams shut behind me.

I retreat to my office and shut the door, softer than the practice room so I don’t draw any more attention to me. Tossing my bag on one of the small chairs, I round the side of my desk and sit down to look through the emails. But for the first time since I arrived in Korea, there's no emails waiting for me. So there’s nothing else for me to do except to look through the packet from this morning about the upcoming tour. I guess I can start there.

But my mind can’t think of anything except for what just happened in the practice room. I thought Jimin and I were getting along well enough but I guess I was wrong. My sister was right about getting close with them. I should’ve rejected all of the offers from everyone except Namjoon since I’ve known him for so long and I already have an established friendship with him. Once again my little sister proved that she’s wiser than I am.

Ugh, I can’t just sit here and mope around I’ve got work to do.

Jumping up, I grab my bag and make my way to an empty practice room. The only way I’m going to clear my mind is if I dance for a little bit and listen to the song over a few times to get some inspiration.

Thankfully I end up at the practice room furthest away from where the members are. Setting up my camera on the tripod and getting a playlist, my phone beeps with a text message alert.

Namjoon: Where did you go?

Ignoring the text, my cap gets tossed to the side and I retie my hair up into a large messy bun. Sucking in a deep breath I close my eyes and roll my head to relax my shoulders, trying to relieve the tightness building in my neck. Slowly opening my eyes I bend down to tighten my shoe laces and once I pop back up I press play on my phone.

The first couple of songs are just warm ups, things I’ve done before. In reality they are a warm up for what’s about to happen. My body moves with each beat as I let everything escape my mind except the music and the choreo. It’s nice to get back to the basics, to reset my mind. If I want to do my best for BigHit and BTS then I need to mentally check out for a few minutes and recollect myself.

When Fire starts playing, my lips quirk up as the beat quickens. My breathing gets heavier as the song goes on, my muscles burn and sweat drips down my forehead. But it ignites a spur of energy I didn’t think I had. Smirking once the song is done, I peel off the sweatshirt I was wearing and go down to just my sports bra and leggings. Normally I try to keep some decency when I’m at work, even when it’s unbearably hot, but since I won’t see anyone else the rest of the day I’m in the clear.

Once the first beat of Fake Love starts playing, I take Taehyung’s place. I’m going to run through this song seven times. Each time I will be taking the different spot of a member. It may be overkill but at this point I don’t care.

My muscles scream at me but I couldn’t be happier. After running the choreo a few times inspiration struck me. I abandoned the dance floor and fell into the floor with my notebook. Scribbling my ideas down, my lungs gasp for breath while sweat drips onto the paper as I sketch out a box like contraption. It may not be ready in time but I could always have this in my back pocket.

A few more ideas are jotted down but I jump in place when I hear the door rattle. Good thing I locked it but it’s useless when the door has a window down the center of it. Moving quickly I tug on my sweatshirt and turn off the camera. Going to the door I suck in deeps breaths to try and calm my racing heart. There’s no one in the hallway, but I have a strange feeling someone was watching. Moving back into the room I pack everything up and check the time, it’s almost 5. I really didn’t get much done but at this point I just want a shower.

The hallways are quiet as I move sluggishly to the safety of my office. Maybe after I shower I can swing by Namjoon’s studio and check out what he’s been working on. But then there’s a chance I’ll run into Jimin and that’s the last thing I want right now. I should just let it go but it seemed like he doubted me. And that the last thing I need on my first day.

Emerging from the female locker room, I feel lighter and my mind is clearer. At least I brought plenty of backup clothes because knowing me I’m going to be staying overnight or really late for the next few weeks. Rolling up the sleeves on my light blue button up I walk back to my office just to drop everything off. Before going to the shower I texted Namjoon and asked me if I could come by his studio, luckily he instantly replied giving me the green light.

Since it’s so late in the day most of the other staff have left the building for the day like normal people. Us workaholics will be here until we physically can’t take anymore. Namjoon is bad about it but he’s told me horror stories about Yoongi staying here for days on end without leaving. The most I’ve ever stayed is about two days before I was dragged back home by Nat.

Knocking on the door of his studio, I wait out in the hall and tap the toe of my shoe on the tile. My stomach feels uneasy, probably since I haven’t had any real food to eat, but also because I’m nervous to run into Jimin.

A loud click snaps me from my thoughts as the door opens just enough so I can grab the handle and let myself in. Namjoon’s hunched up at his desk editing away, the monitor above him showing me every small movement and adjustment he does. Watching him in his element is fascinating.

“You sure left in a hurry after practice.”

“Well hello to you to too Namjoon.” Rolling my eyes I drop down into the vacant chair next to him. My forehead falls to the desktop and my hair fans out everywhere creating a curtain to hide from him.

“Y/n, you did an amazing job today. I heard from Bang PD that he really like what you’ve created and can’t wait to see it in person.” That statement makes my stomach twist in knots and flip a dozen times. I haven’t even had the chance to meet him in person yet, everything has been through computer or through an assistant.

“But Jimin...he’s hard on himself and very critical of everything. I warned you about it before you took the job.” Namjoon’s tone isn’t harsh, actually it’s softer than I’d imagine. A deep sigh leaves my lips as I turn my head sideways and remove the curtain of hair to look at him. There’s no use trying to hide my feelings about it considering we’ve known each other for so long.

“I know I took it too personally, but I can’t help it. I spent so much time on all of these dances Joon...I guess...I feel like he doesn’t trust me or have faith in my abilities.” My eyes sting a little as I let out my pent up frustration. Mentally I’m smacking myself for being so emotional. The last time Namjoon saw me like this it wasn’t good...

“BigHit wouldn’t waste their time or resources for anyone that’s not up to their standard. Jimin knows this as well as the rest of us. You just have to let him come to terms and build a relationship with you on his own.” Namjoon stopped moving the mouse and turned his attention away from the screen to look at me. His eyes are soft as he pats my back gently.

“We had a talk with him though. Jimin’s tone was too harsh and we let him know that. After you wouldn’t answer my text we all went looking for you.”

Crap. So they did see me practice.

“How many times did you end up running through it?” There’s a guilt in his voice that I’ve never heard before, a tone that makes my heart tighten and feel heavy.

“Four or five before I stopped to write down some ideas. How much did you all see?” That’s a loaded question but it needs to be answered. Because if they saw me when I was topless then I need to make sure to wear lighter shirts from now on.

“Most of us stayed up until the second time around. Although Hobi and Jimin stayed until you finished.” Namjoon scratches his neck nervously before continuing to work on the song in front of him.

“Fantastic, looks like I can die of embarrassment now. Let my family know I love them.” Being dramatic I gently tap my forehead against the desk top before letting out a groan of defeat.

“Drama queen. It’s not bad though. I think it showed Jimin that you take everything you do seriously and that you aren’t playing around.”

Neither one of us talks for a few minutes, the only sound in the room is the clicking of his mouse and blips of music. My eyes feel heavy as my muscles start to relax after being abused for so long. Then my stomach growls and the room goes completely silent. Crap.

“I’m guessing you didn’t eat since you left practice. Go home and rest. Since you were hidden all day I’m going to assume you didn’t see the schedule for tomorrow.” Looking at him I wait for him to continue filling me in on everything I missed.

“We have a photoshoot tomorrow so you have a free day to work on ideas and concepts.”

My body reacts by sitting straight up and looking at Namjoon with wide eyes. A wide smile breaks out across my lips. So I can spend an entire day uninterrupted working. Perfect. Might as well get an early start.

“I’ll leave you be Namjoon. See you Wednesday I guess, be ready to dance your feet off.” Giggling I wave goodbye and run out of his studio with my new burst of energy. There’s a spring in my step as I pass by Yoongi and Hoseok’s studios. Both booming with music, but in Hoseok’s I can hear multiple voices talking. They probably are meeting up to talk over the tracks.

Going straight to the breakroom I start to make myself some coffee and pull out my phone to try and order take out. Once I get some food in my system I’ll be set and ready to go. Placing my order and paying, I leave instructions that I will meet them outside once they arrive.

“Thanks for making more. I’m going to need it.” I jumped at the sudden voice and turn to see Yoongi walking in the room with an empty cup. Shuffling to the side with my cup, I get ready to leave the room but his voice stops me again.

“Don’t stay too late y/n. You worked hard today.”

“No promises Yoongi. Have a good night.” I bow slightly as I go to exit the room but before I get out of earshot I hear him mumble something that made me smirk.

“You are just like us.”

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Mother dragon epilogue

*Author’s note*

Okay guys here we are, like all good things they must come to an end. Here we are with the final chapter of Mother Dragon. I want to thank you all who gave this series a chance, I had a blast writing and combining my two fav. fandoms and actors into this epic journey. I also want to thank you for being patient with me in these updates since the final school year was kicking my ass lately. But here we are, the final part. I hope you all enjoy it and I hope you all listen to the songs I’ve provided for you, esp. the video just down below.

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*Deacon’s POV*

It was unbelievable.  I thought I would never get to see my mum ever again, but it was a fortunate accident that her and her own family had stumbled upon our island that day.  And seeing my younger siblings was a blessed thing, I was honored to have met them just as I’m sure mum was thrilled about meeting all my children.

Since I had told each of my hatchlings about their strong and brave grandmother who saved the dragons, who saved the future Alpha of all dragons.

She would visit whenever she could from time to time, and sometimes I would go visit her out in their farmland she and Jack had settled in the mountains of Colorado.

And each time I saw my mum she got older and older. I knew that since she was human, they would age much quicker and not live as long as a dragon would. Even though I knew the risk, I didn’t care I still visited her whenever I could.

One autumn day in October, I flew over to the farm this time bringing Warren, Stephen and Apophis along with me.  We landed on the ground and tucked our wings away as Warren said.

“So this is where they live now huh?”

“Well when there aren’t any more monsters to hunt, the Bunker really isn’t much use anymore.” I explained.

“So…..where are they?” asked Apophis.

“Well Samuel-Dean and Mary don’t live here anymore. They’ve both grown and work at their own jobs. Samuel recently became a lawyer in California while Mary’s working for a fashion market up in New York.”

“And what of Jack?” asked Stephen.

“He’s around. He’s probably visiting heaven to speak with Sam, Dean and Cass. So my mum must be here on her own somewhere.” I sniffed around the barn calling out to her.  I soon came over the open sheep field and called out to her once more and that’s when I heard her voice say.

“Calm down Deacy! I’m coming!” I soon saw her carrying up a young lamb in her arms as she struggled to walk up the hill.  I smiled at her and as she came up close to me, she smiled back.

The wind blowing her long white hair and even through the wrinkles on her face, her eyes still sparked that youthfulness she once had when I first met her.  I cupped her face and nuzzled her head gently purring.

“Hello (y/n).” Stephen spoke up.  She turned towards the guys and said.

“Oh well this is a surprise. Hadn’t seen you guys in what—ten, fifteen years?”

“Helping run a kingdom of dragons takes a lot of work, we’re sorry we couldn’t visit as much as your son has.” Answered Apophis.

“Nonsense boys, I get it. Oh where are my manners, please make yourselves at home. Head on inside and I will make you all a cup of tea.”

“Thank you (y/n) but you don’t have to.” Warren spoke up.

“Nonsense I insist. And I won’t take no for an answer.” She spoke up.  But as she walked, she suddenly fell to her knees.  The lamb in her arms bleated as it took off running.

“Mum!” I raced over to her.  She tried to stand up again but she fell to her knees again as Stephen came over now and steadied her.

“Easy (y/n), easy, easy.” He told her as he pressed his fingers to her temple and used his magic to soothe her pain.

By nightfall, I waited outside my mum’s room as Stephen tried to find out what had happened to make her fall like that.  It had been hours and I was getting frantic with worry until finally the door opened and Stephen came out with a grim expression on his face.

It said it all for me.  I knew this day would come but I had hoped that it wouldn’t come today.  He came over to me and he said.

“She wants to see you.” Warren and Apophis who now stood in the hallway after hearing Stephen come out of her bedroom placed their hands on each of my shoulders encouraging me to go forward. Because I knew if I didn’t, I would regret it till the day I died.

I walked towards the bedroom and softly opened the door to see my mum lying in her bed.  The once strong, powerful and brave woman I had been honored to call mother was now lying in her bed like a sick dragonling and it broke my heart to see her like this and not be able to do something about it.

“Deacon?” her voice croaked.  I looked up at her and she reached out to me.  I slowly walked towards her and sat by her bedside and took her hand in between mine giving it a firm but gently squeeze as well as a kiss.  “My beautiful boy. My first son.” She spoke softly.

“I am that mum.”

“I—I never really knew……”

“What mum?”

“Why you kept torturing yourself like this? Coming back to see me, even though one day I would end up like this.” I shook my head softly and spoke the honest truth.

“Because no matter what, a child will always need their mother.” She smiled sadly at me with teary eyes as she said.

“Oh Deacy,” I placed my hand against her cheek gingerly stroking it.  She sighed heavily and choked out in a light sob, “I don’t wanna die. I wish I was a dragon like you, so that I could stay with you.”

“I’ve wished that too.”

“Will you do something for me Deacon?” she asked me. I nodded and said.

“What is it?”

“In the years to come; will you and the dragons light a bonfire and remember me on my birthday?” My eyes filled with tears just thinking about it.  She knew that her time was up and she was already accepting it, while I didn’t want to let go just yet but I assured her.

“Yes mum. I swear it.”

“Will you continue to tell my story to your children?” she asked me.

“My children’s, children’s children will know of your story in the generations to come.” Her bottom lip trembled and she adjusted herself as she sobbed.

“Please leave me Deacon. Let me die alone!” I shushed her gently just like she had always done for me whenever I was scared or upset and wrapped my arms around her as well as my wings.  I placed her in my lap as she continued to speak, “Where will I go next?”

I stayed silent for a moment as I looked upward with tears filling my eyes as I finally spoke.

“To heaven. What other place is there for you? You’re back at the Bunker. Walking through those steel doors, looking down at the map room. Sam and Dean are there waiting for you. Along with everyone you’ve ever come in contact with.” I looked down to see my mum’s eyes closed and her breathing stopped as I choked out, “including your parents…..”

I touched her cheek and it still felt warm to the touch, but she didn’t even flinch.  Tears fell down my face onto hers as I stroked the hair away from her face. I whimpered as I bowed my forehead against her chest feeling my sobs coming out.

I stroked my mum’s face hoping that she’d wake up but when she didn’t I knew that it was too late.  She was gone.

I knew the lads were right behind me as I could smell their scent close by.  And judging by the footsteps approaching me, I knew that Warren was right behind me and I felt him wrap his wing around me comfortingly as he leaned up against me in a brotherly cuddle.

Solemnly, I carried my mother’s corpse in my arms out of her homely cottage.  Even in death she was still so beautiful and strong, it was like she was only asleep and soon she would wake up.  But I was just fooling myself.  I set her down gently on the ground before kneeling beside her, just stroking her face and brushing her white hair out of her face.

We all phased into our dragon forms and I growled solemnly before feeling this ultimate anguish within me as I let out a mournful roar.  Spreading out my wings as I continued roaring before I stopped and just looked back down at my mother.  I opened my mouth feeling the fire ready to just burst out from within me.

However instead of burning her like every hunter’s funeral, I stood over her like I was still protecting her and lit the entire cottage and the farm on fire.  The entire perimeter of the house and the barn was ablaze with fire as I let loose all my anguish and rage upon the landscape.

I ceased fire and huffed to Warren, Stephen and Apophis to burn the rest of it.  Burn it all to the ground, and leave no trace behind.  Warren nodded and soon he let out a powerful blast, followed by Stephen with his tornado-like fire blast and then Apophis with his blue fire.

They didn’t stop their attacks until both house and barn were nothing but rubble, ash and the remaining sparks of fire that licked the ground.  Once they stopped, they turned to me and I nodded to them before looking down at my mother once again.

Slowly I raised my left foot and with my claw, I gently scooped her up into my grip and picked her up.  I walked a couple of steps before I lifted myself off the ground and took off flying.

She didn’t deserve to be given a funeral here all alone, she never deserved to be alone in life, why should she in death? So I decided that she would be buried in the place of her kin, her people.

My people.

When I arrived back home to the island, the first one to greet me was my mate Veronica.  But when she saw in my grip my dead mother, she knew immediately of what had happened.  She came up to me as I was now back in my human form and embraced me tightly and comfortingly.

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That night we prepared her funeral.  Stephen had dressed her accordingly; Apophis and Kisara filled her hair with dragon lilies and Warren placed around her the wings that once came from her old dragon suit that Percy once tore away (they had one day just washed up along shore some 30 years ago and he had actually kept them and dressed them up to make them look new once again).

We placed her at the center of our council ground and all the dragons paid their respects by placing flowers or old teeth and claws around her pyre.  Once everyone had paid their respect to her, Stephen delivered a eulogy.

“She was the Mother of our Alpha, a mother to all of us. She gave us a new home and helped us reforge the bond amongst each other. Today we have lost a noble and great dragon. A warrior, a protector, a mother, a great student.”  I felt Stephen place his hand on my shoulder and I swallowed my grief as I flew high into the air in my dragon form.

I hovered over my mother and soon I unleashed my most powerful fire blast right down upon her grave, giving her the hunter’s funeral she deserved.  Soon the rest of my people all joined in and we created a fire blast so magnificent and powerful.

It was well deserving for her.  As I watched as her pyre burn her body to ash, one thing came to my mind.

Goodbye mother dragon.

After her burial, I stood upon my cliffside wanting to be left alone after all that had happened.  Even though I knew one day she would whither and die, it still hurt to know that I had once again lost a mother to death.

“When I first met her; I thought she was like every other human. And knowing that she was a hunter, smelling your scent all over her, I feared that she had killed you.” Warren’s voice soon spoke up as I felt him stand beside me. “But as time went on; she proved to be more,” he came in front of me gently gripping my shoulders as he continued, “You always said that she was the strongest dragon you had ever met. And you were right.” He gently cupped my jawline as he lifted it up to look me in the eyes, “She had not only the mind of a dragon, but the heart and soul of our kind. She wasn’t just your mother Deacon. In a way—she was mine too.”

“She always said that there was more to you than the hard exterior. And hearing your story, she was determined to try and win you over.” We embraced each other trying to draw in each other’s strength.

After Warren left, I sighed solemnly and looked up to the stars when I heard the sound of wings flapping behind me.

“I thought I said I wanted to be alone.” I told Warren.

“Well, you know I’ve never been one to follow orders. Even with the Winchesters.” I turned around and was shocked to see a woman in her late 30’s with curly brown hair and blue eyes standing there.  She smiled at me softly and said, “Hello Deacy.”

“Mum?” she nodded softly.  “Are—are you…..” her eyes glowed blue and suddenly a bright light shined and I soon saw her angel wings.

They were much like my wings, green with a hint of gold on the underside.

“I’m an angel Deacon.”

“But…..how come you’re….I mean you don’t even look…..like yourself.” I said hesitantly not wanting to insult her since angels had been known to be another cause in the dragon extinction back when dragons were first being slaughtered.

“Little history lessons on angels my son. They can’t enter Earth in their true form. Ultimate chaos would rain down and heaven and earth would fall into ruin should an angel walk in their true form or something like that.” Yep that was definitely my mum.  “So this is a vessel. My vessel, for now.”

“You mean you—”

“I had to come see you, before you did something stupid and reckless.”

“How could you possible know that I would?” I choked out.

“I’m your mother Deacon. I know everything about you.” She said as she came up to me and placed her hand on my cheek.

“How exactly did you—become an angel? Do all human souls automatically become angels?”

“No. In fact no human could become angels for a long time. As I once told you of how they were created, you remember?” I nodded. “Well desperate times called for desperate measures. When the angels fell from heaven long ago when Metatron was trying to become Mr. Hotshot God #2, all the angels either lost their grace and never went back or some that did barely had any strength to keep heaven running. Long story short, there’s hardly any angels left. And after everything that happened with Chuck, may he burn in hell for all that he’s done to us; the angels sought out a new plan. Whomever had proven above all reason in their human life, true courage and sacrifice was granted the chance to become something more. An angel of heaven.”

“And you were one of them.” I said more as a statement.  She nodded and said.

“Cass was actually the one to help with developing my angel grace. Along with Sam, Dean and Jack. The four of them helped me become an angel.”

“So that’s why he wasn’t at the farm.” She nodded and said.

“He must’ve known. And being my husband he needed to be there to make sure my grace would be perfect.”

“So you, Sam, Dean…..”

“My parents, Charlie, Bobby, Jodi, Donna, all the Wayward sisters. We’re the next millennia of angels.” I smiled at her and said.

“That’s wonderful mum. And—you’re happy right?”

“I’m finally at peace Deacon, and you should be too. Don’t let my death affect you so that you turn rouge and force your people to target the humans and resort to monstrous ways once more.”

“When can I see you?” She smiled at me and cupped my face in her hands and said as she stroked my cheekbones with her thumbs.

“Look to the stars, and I will always give you an answer. One way or another.” I felt her kiss my forehead and she brought me close to her in a hug.  I embraced her as tightly as I could while nuzzling into her chest hearing her heartbeat.

We remained there for what almost felt like eternity but sadly it ended when she said.

“I have to go.” I nodded and hesitantly let her go and said to her.

“I love you mum.”

“And I love you, my big strong Alpha dragon. Never lose the goodness that’s in your heart my son. I’ll be watching you.” The sound of wings flapped again and soon she was gone, leaving me once again alone along my cliff’s edge.

Tears rolled down my face but I kept my chin up high as I turned towards the stars and saw one of them shine brighter than all the rest as I said.

“I promise, mum.”

Weeks followed and soon mine and Veronica’s new batch of eggs were just about to hatch.  Everyone gathered around waiting for the moment to happen when Kisara finally spoke up.

“Look! We’ve got our first little one coming out.” The egg that was placed at the very center around the other five started to wiggle and crack.  We all gathered around and as the egg finally began to break apart revealing the first child of our 24th batch of eggs, Veronica cleaned it up and we were all stunned to see that this new baby was a girl.

My first daughter.

“Seems we finally got ourselves a future Alpha female.” Kisara said.

“About bloody time.” Said Veronica.  I phased into my dragon form and sniffed my first daughter.  She resembled her mother’s dragon form right to the golden scales and bright blue eyes. I purred lowly as I nuzzled her and licked her affectionately.

She let out her first squeak and I felt her tiny tongue poke out and touch under my chin.  I smiled down at her and crooned lovingly as I nuzzled her.

“Seems our Alpha is smitten with his daughter already. Congrats Deacy.” I heard Warren say.

“What are you going to call her?” asked Apophis.

“I think I know the perfect name,” Veronica said. I turned toward her and she placed a hand on my snout and said, “How do you feel about (y/n) my love?” My heart stopped but I felt this warmth as I looked down at our daughter and I knew that that was the perfect name for her.

I purred as I nuzzled my wife and thanked her and that’s when Stephen said.

“It suits her, and I know she would be honored.” I turned toward him and he nodded as I went back down and saw my daughter (y/n) stumble her way out of the nest and nuzzle against my wing.  

I gently picked her up and placed her on my back as everyone phased into their dragon forms so that way she would get used to both forms and soon one day she would be able to do the same.  I felt her nuzzle into my back as she made herself comfortable on my back as everyone fawned over her and observed as she started to fall asleep.

My beautiful (y/n), named after the greatest dragon I ever had the honor of knowing.  And I know from heaven she’s smiling down upon you and will always protect you, just like I will my darling baby girl.

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[rivia-odyssey]

I’m gonna go on a tangent, so to make understanding me easier, lemme just drop a key of names here.

Claira = my stepdaughter; aged ten Joe = my boyfriend, Claira’s adoptive father. Brad = Claira’s biological father. Sam = Claira’s biological mother. as a step parent to a ten year old girl, it really hurts me to see how many posts float around here on tumblr about kids who feel hated and rejected by the people their parents chose. I try really hard to let my stepdaughter know that I care, even when I’m hard on her. And not gonna lie? I’m fucking terrified that she’s gonna grow up to hate me because I’m kind of hard on her sometimes, but I think I have to be? 

Her mother is troubled. She’s nearly thirty and can’t stop obsessing about who’s she’s dating, chasing men, or what have you. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with doing your own thing. Let your freak flag fly. She can fuck every guy in town - I don’t care. That’s not really my concern. My issue is that Claira meets this rotation of random men and I can see it twisting something in her. She used to be such a naturally sweet kid, but she’s growing cynical. *She’s ten* and she’s nearly as sarcastic about people as I am at twenty-seven - and while she’s had her issues, my life was WORLDS more fucked up than Claira’s has ever been. So, that’s pretty heartbreaking, tbh. 

Sam flips between talking to her ten year old like she’s someone to pal around with - IE; talking to her about things that ten year olds really don’t need to worry or think about, treating her like a gal-pal and not like a kid - and wanting to be the Authority Figure. She keeps trying to straddle the line between being friends with her kid and being the parent, even though historically, we’ve all seen that it makes Claira *more* combative than if you draw the line in the sand and keep to your side. Understandably, it’s probably pretty confusing to have your mom let you jokingly talk shit while goofing around one day, only to get your head bitten off the next when you crack and joke and Mommy decides you’re being disrespectful tomorrow.  For some background, my ten year old stepdaughter is not even my boyfriend’s biological child. He was dating Claira’s mother, Sam, when she was pregnant, having just broken up with Brad. Joe stayed to take care of Claira while Brad moved to Philly with his new girlfriend. Then they moved to NJ about a year and a half ago. They’re about to move to Michigan next month. All of these locations are hours away from us. For ten years, he hasn’t lived in the same zip code as his daughter. For reference, in 4.5 years, I’ve spent more time with Claira than Brad has in ten. He sees her twice a year, though his custody agreement with her mother says he’s supposed to be seeing her every other week. He picks her up for a week in the spring and the winter, if he can be bothered to spend the money to drive down and get her. (By court order, transportation is his responsibility and he regularly makes excuses about why he couldn’t manage to get her regardless.) 

Brad only calls if we hound him to. Claira is starting to make angry comments about it. (”He’s not gonna call.”/”He doesn’t care.?”/”He never does what he says he’s going to do.”) 

So, coming back to the point, I have this ten year old who feels like neither of her biological parents give half a flying fuck about her until they feel like it. Joe and I live with his parents (his dad had heart surgery a while back, we moved in to help out while he was out of work, just haven’t moved back out yet). And Claira LOVES to come over because she adores Joe’s father, her Pop-Pop. Well, since the Coronavirus became a rising problem and states shut down, Claira has basically been living at my house. We’ve tried to keep the tone of things fairly light for her, because we don’t want her to be afraid to out. So, we yanked out the pop-up camper and set it up in the backyard. 

(Funny sidebar, she’s dubbed the pop up camper her new apartment and has been basically living in the backyard for four days. Comes inside for meals and potty breaks. That’s it.)

She’s over for weeks at a time without a peep from her mother. Not a text to check in. Not a call at night to ask about her day. Nothing. She doesn’t ask about whether her online schoolwork is getting done. And the first time she’s bothered to get in touch was yesterday morning to tell us that she wants Claira home for Mother’s Day. And Claira pitched a meltdown because she wanted to stay at our house, with me and her grandmother. 

“But I want to spend Mother’s Day with my stepmom this year.” 

That... did not go over well, mind you. Sam blew up my phone and Shannon’s (the grandmother) pushing that she demanded Claira come home. But we’re not in the business of forcing her to go anywhere she doesn’t want to - though she literally never wants to go home. Ever. Which is a whole ‘nother bag of things I worry about. Anyway.

Sam responded by calling, which I initially let slide to voicemail because I was trying to calm Claira down. When she cooled off a little, I asked Claira, 

Me: “Hey, I bet your mom misses you. You’ve been here nearly two weeks since you last went home. Why not go home for a couple days? Your dad and I will be by to get you Monday, like always?”  Claira, seeing my phone light up as Sam tries to call again: Don’t answer her. Me: Why not? Claira: Because she’s gonna get upset and I’ll feel bad.

Lemme just tell you how shitty I feel knowing that, unfortunately, I don’t have the power to deny Sam in the long run. But I have this kid looking up at me, knowing - KNOWING - that if she answers her fucking mother’s phone call, she’ll be barraged with emotional manipulation. And lo and behold, when I didn’t pick up, Sam called Grandma and Grandma picked up. So she comes upstairs with the phone and I can hear Sam starting up with her water-works act, on speaker. To make sure Claira hears her sob, 

“You hate mommy. You don’t love mommy. Why don’t you wanna spend time with me? Why don’t you love me?”

And I just... I took the phone and sent Claira off with her grandmother for a few minutes. Got kind of firm with Sam and reminded her that she was the adult and emotionally blackmailing her ten year old was no way to get what she wanted. We argued a bit. I reminded her that she was acting like HER OWN mother. That got her to back off. She agreed that she owed Claira an apology for upsetting her for, basically, being a ten year old who wants what she wants. Hung up. 

And then I got the WONDERFUL task of going downstairs and telling Claira that, sadly, I couldn’t refuse Sam. Legally, I don’t have that power and neither does Joe, because even though he’s been there the whole 10.9 years that Claira has been alive, he has no legal rights. 

And anyway, I doubt anyone is gonna read this. I just needed to vent somewhere. I needed to be frustrated. I needed to say that it really upsets me that so many kids feel like their stepparents didn’t care or don’t care. And I needed to express how much I worry that Claira will grow up feeling like I don’t care because sometimes, no matter how much I don’t want to, I have to sit her down on the couch and calmly, firmly tell her that like it or not, she does have to go home. 

I tried to have a conversation with her about it. I tried to explain to her that while her mother’s behavior was out of line, Mommy is just bad at handling her emotions. And honestly, fight me about it if you want - I refuse to lie to her and tell her that “Mommy loves you, don’t be mad at her” or some shit. Nope. I won’t. I never shit talk her mom. I’m really careful to never say rude, unkind, or slanderous things about Claira’s mother in front of her or around her or even when she’s in the house. 

But I refuse to lie. I told her straight up, (paraphrased), “Your mom fucked up. How she treated you wasn’t cool, and she and I talked about that. She’s gonna apologize when I drop you off, okay? She’s the adult here and she should act like it. It’s not your job to manage Mom’s feelings, okay? But you do have to go home today. I promise we’ll do stuff for Mother’s day on Monday.”

Gave her a hug, let her cry it out for a bit. Took her home.

And I just... I like to think maybe in ten years, she’ll look back and realize how much I didn’t want to force her to go home today. I wonder if she’ll know that I got back in my car and cried because I KNOW how much it sucks to go home to a parent who makes you fucking miserable. But I’m literally powerless in this. I can’t go rocking the boat too hard because it’ll hurt Joe more than me - blood or not, Claira is his baby girl. 

I dunno. This is long and rambling and disjointed. Sorry.

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