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[aemonds-wifey]

The Dragon and the Wolf

Childhood Part 3

Summary: Three Years have passed since you first met Prince Aemond. You travel to Driftmark for the funeral of Laena Velaryon with your father- You are reunited with Aemond but both your lives change forever.

Your long fingers hold onto the delicate raven scroll even tighter as you re-read the words Aemond has written to you from last week. Your heart strings are aching at the passages he has wrote:

“They gave me a pig…me! They continue to mock me by laughing at me, Aegon too seems to be the ring leader in their jests. Luke is the one that gives me no rest…he sniggers and teases me. Foolish strong boy will not always be laughing.

Did you read the books I sent you? I hope you enjoy them as I did…I also have a High Valyrian book ready to gift to you when I see you next.

Yours

Aemond.”              

You held the scroll up to your lips, only to remove it once you heard foot seps approach the door-a gentle knock occurred and you turned around

“Enter?” you said

You father appeared, looking at you with a waited look “are you ready? We have to leave very soon.” You sighed as you placed the scroll back in the box where you kept the rest of the scrolls you an Aemond had exchanged. Prince Daemon had lost his wife in childbirth, which only meant you would dwell on your poor mother for a few days. Yet reading Aemond's letters once again brought you a comfort ,There were so many letters you enjoyed re-reading them from time to time. Even when Aemond had little to say, they were precious to you. You produced a key from your person, Locking the trinket box and hiding the key, you knew your brother would only tease you if he read the letters and since he was not accompanying you to the funeral, you best thought to leave them protected.

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The funeral itself was an interesting ceremony, Leana was given back to the sea in the tradition of her house. As you watched the ceremony take place, you occasionally looked over to see Aemond observing it all, he too occasionally glanced at you with a small smile. You spotted Rhaenyra and her husband, also her children-who to your eyes looked as much of a Velaryon as you did. Otto Hightower was the hand of the king again, you heard that Lyonel and his son, Harwin had perished in a mysterious fire at Harrenhal, a place you would not want to visit as you heard so many unpleasant stories about the castle-it was said to be cursed.

After the ceremony was concluded everybody was attending the wake outside atop one of the castles many balconies. Before you could go and speak to Aemond, you followed your father and approached the rouge prince himself.

Daemon was leaning against the stone balcony, overlooking the peaceful view of the ocean. You father bowed his head “My prince. My most sincere condolences.”                                                 Daemon nodded his head “Thank you…Good of you to come all this way Lord Stark…” he noticed you “Lady Stark.”                                                                                                                                                           “Prince Daemon…I am so sorry for you loss.” You said softly

“Thank you Lady Stark…your kind words are indeed moving.” He responded. He seemed genuine, until his eyes caught his niece wondering through the guests searching for someone to talk to. As you father opened his mouth to speak Daemon excused himself and shifted his way to lean on the balcony, keeping a close eye near his brother. As you stood with him you noticed out of the corner of your eye Aegon was smirking at you, nudging his brother

“That’s your bride to be? Brother well done…” Aegon said

Aemond went quiet “Indeed…you have your own betrothed to watch over brother.” Aemond said

“That idiot? Pfft.” He scoffed finishing his wine “We do have one thing in common though…” Aegon said

Aemond looked at him “Hmm?”

Aegon looked to you and then looked at his brother “We both fancy creatures with very long legs…” he giggled and left his brother “Wench!? Another!” he said.

“Aegon.” Aemond said with a sigh.

You noticed Aemond was alone, you left your fathers side-carefully moving in between brother to not catch Aegon’s wondering attention. You bowed before Aemond “My prince.”

He smiled at your approach “Lady Stark.”

You both smiled, you hated the formalities but kept it up for the sake of your current situation.

You both moved and looked over the ocean at the stone wall balcony.

You cleared your throat “ia gevie…view…” you said

Aemond frowned “Was that high Valyrian?”

“A poor attempt…” you admitted with a small smile

“Very poor…” he said

Your smiled ceased at his harsh words, but he smiled at you “But…a good effort…I apologise I did not bring that book for you…I was not aware you would be here.”

“Oh…Do not worry.” You said with disappointment in your tones

Aemond noticed and spoke “But I am glad you are here..”

You both smiled. You looked off into the distance and saw a large shadow glide through the clouds “Was that…?” you asked

“Vhagar…Lady Laena’s dragon.” Aemond said as he followed your gaze. The large shadow moved again, you caught glimpse of Vhagar moving to the sand dunes.

“What will happen to her?” you asked

“I know not.” Aemond answered, standing closer to you.

“She has no rider…will Rheana claim her?” you asked lowering your voice.                                                                Aemond scoffed “Perhaps…”                                                                                   “I cannot imagine her frustration….if someone else claimed her…” you said leaning your head back slightly and looking at Aemond directly. Aemond met your gaze, in that instant he read your mind and smiled again. He knew what you were implying. You both spoke for a while about your letters to each other, and how much you enjoyed the books he had gifted to you over the last few years. The sun began to dip behind the clouds and it started to get dark,

Your father approached you both “Prince Aemond…” he said bowing “Y/N we must retire for the evening, you and the Prince may go for a walk along the beach in the morrow how does that sound?”

“Are we not leaving in the morrow father?” you piped up

He smiled “We were due to, but I thought you could spend more time with your intended. Lord Corlys has allowed us an extra night.” He said.

This news pleased you both as you bowed your head to Aemond “Good night my prince…”

He nodded “My lady…”   Your eyes did not break with Aemonds as you curtseyed him before leaving, once you were out of sight he looked over to the sand dunes-as the sun began to set he took a deep breath and moved down the stairs…to the sand dunes.

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The clasping thud brought you out of yourself, you had never heard such a noise before. You lifted yourself up from your bed and hurried to the window to see a large dragon wing swoop past your window. Vhagar. You snuck out to get your cloak to keep you warm as you intended to greet Aemond, only when you got down the corridor you saw Jace, Luke , Baela and Rheana -when they saw you they all froze

“What are doing wolf girl?” Rhaena spat

“I heard a noise…what are you doing?” you asked

“Someone stole Vhagar! We are going to see who!” Luke said excitedly

Aemond, You knew it was him. You also knew they would not be kind to him “I’ll come with you.” You said walking towards them

“You will never ride a dragon! Mind your wolves and leave!” Rheana said bitterly

You stood over her “I will do as I please.” You said

Jace and Luke started to walk down the path ways to the caves, you followed suit. As you all found your way to a old cave that lead out onto the balconies you all stood still, as Aemond came from the other side-removing his cloak and tossing it to the side so carefree.

“Its him!” Rhaena said

“Its me.” Aemond said. He walked differently, he spoke differently

“Vhagar is my mothers dragon!”

“Your mothers dead…Vhagar has a new rider now.” He said

“She was mine to claim-“

“Then you should have claimed her! Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride” he briefly caught your eye, cocked his head with a smirk before looking back at the angry sisters “It would suit you”

You couldn’t help but smirk at him, he exuded so much confidence it was difficult to ignore, before you could do anything further Rheana came at Aemond with her arms up, Aemond easily shoved her down to the hard dusty floor. As soon as he turned back around he was met with Baela’s fist to his face, he wasted no effort in returning to his feet to throw a punch to her which knocked her straight to the ground by your feet. You watched wordlessly as Aemond stood over her “Come at me again and I’ll feed you to my dragon!”

Jace was the next to come at Aemond, both throwing punches-missing each other by inches, until Aemond used his leg to kick Jace down to the floor. You moved to assist as Luke screamed and grabbed Aemond, Baela’s wrist held your ankle and all you could do was watch as Aemond grabbed Luke by the throat and punched him to the floor with one throw.  Jace scrambled to his feet and pushed Aemond back to the ground, Baela and Rheana joined in kicking and punching him, you rushed towards them , grabbing Baela and angrily throwing her against the cave wall-Aemond took the moment to kick Jace in the chest which sent him hurtling backwards and aggressively he shoved Rheana to the side where she fell backwards. Luke came once again screamed at Aemond, “Aemond!” you warned him.

Luke was met with Aemond gripping him by the throat, this time it was tighter-as Luke waved his arms around.  You tried to move towards him but Immediately you felt Jace hit you across the back of the head with such force you fell forward-hitting your face on the ground, which Aemond saw and proceeded to pick up a rock that lay next to his arm as he raised himself to his feet. He held the

“You will die screaming in flames just as your father did” He looked at Jace “Bastards!”

Jace stared at Aemond as he insulted them, Luke couldn’t break free from Aemonds grip

“My father is still alive!” Luke whimpered, blood pouring from his nose down to his chin.

Aemond’s grip softened, he let go of Luke’s and he let his hand holding the rock down slightly “He doesn’t know does he…? Lord Strong.” He snarled.

Your head snapped to the side when you heard the unsheathing of a knife, Jace held it fiercely and your heart leap with worry “Jace!” Rheana yelled, her sister holding her back.

You got to your feet to try and hold Jace back , but to no avail as he already leapt forward, Aemond hurdled Luke at him to distract him-only for Jace to swiftly shift his brother to the side and he went at him with the knife, swinging at him.

“Aemond!” you cried out getting to your feet, you felt Luke push you back down with his foot firmly on your back, the pain was horrible and all you could do was watch what followed. Aemond, without mercy punched Jace to the floor , dropping the knife as he did-Aemond towering over him he lifted his hand holding the rock again-he looked at you briefly for reassurance-he did not notice Luke crawl to the side. As Aemond stepped closer Jace threw some dirt in his face, which made Aemond step back in shock covering his left eye with his hand, once he removed it he saw Luke standing to his side-the knife Jace had dropped now sat in Lukes hand and he thrust it up at Aemonds face.  

The scream that left Aemond’s lips were piercing to your ears, “No Aemond!” you said scrambling to your feet-Jace tried to hold you back “Get off me Bastard!” you yelled.

All you could do was watch as Aemond writhed on his front, the blood oozing from the gaps between his fingers as his hand covered his eye. Suddenly you were all focused on the arrival of the kings guard, Harald Westerling broke through you all “Cease this at once! Get away!”

He gently approached Aemond “My prince….My prince…let me see.”

Reluctantly Aemond turned over, you could not see the damage but all you heard from Westerling’s mouth made you sigh in despair “Gods be good….”

*

“How could you let this happen?” Viserys said

As the King belittled his guards you were frozen, stood not too far from Alicent and watching the Maester tend to Aemond. You felt numb, worried and angry at what had transpired. You were so much in a trance that your ears shut off the conversations bellowing around you, You father was finally in the room and he came to you “Y/N…Y/N?” he shook you gently

You snapped out of your trance and looked up at him, he noticed a few cuts to your cheek and jaw line “Gods what who did this?” he asked looking around.

“Father stop…” you said nodding at Aemond, once your father saw the state of Aemond he quickly looked around “Poor boy….what happened? Why weren’t the children abed?” he almost bellowed

Viserys looked “Aemond claimed Vhagar…and got into a scrap with the boys and his cous-”

“It was no scrap!” you yelled

To your surprise everyone went quiet, Your father looked at you -Aemond even looked at you closely. Otto Hightower even looked your way, curious at your outburst

“It was an ambush, they brought a knife!”

Alicent watched you defend Aemond, Viserys approached you “Tell me girl…why would my own grandchildren attack their uncle?”

“He claimed Vhagar and the Lady Rheana was angry…Rheana attacked him first.” You said

“LIAR!” Rheana shouted at you

“Stop it!” Viserys yelled. “Lord Stark I advise you to take your daughter to her chambers…shes seen enough tonight.”

Your father nodded “Of course my king.” He gently placed his hand on your shoulders and steered you out towards the door, only to stop momentarily  as Rhaenyra entered the room, followed by Daemon, she went to her boys-you looked at Daemon as he leaned against the door frame. He nodded, you felt angry and full of rage.

Your father got you into your chambers and closed the doors , he sighed “What were you doing? Hmm? Out of bed…fighting with the royal children?”

You inhaled “Father…they attacked him. “

“Did he insult them? Hmm? They would have been provoked my girl.”

“He took the initiative and claimed a dragon, he did nothing wrong. Dragons are not an inherited pet Father”

He swallowed “You are a true Stark. Fiery tempered…still you had no business going to him. What if Luke had cut your face?”  

You exhaled slowly “He’s my intended…are you saying you would not have defended mother had she been attacked ?” you asked

Your father knelt  in front of you “Gods you are right daughter, anybody dare look at your mother wrong and I would go mad” he laughed a little, you smiled lightly.

“…Your loyalty to Aemond is …very sweet and promising. That boy’s life has changed forever…you still want to be his intended?”

You were almost insulted by this remark “More than anything Father.”          

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As predicted, Aemond did not want to walk with you in the morrow. It was for the best interest that everybody leave, the events of the previous night weighed heavily in the morning on everybody’s mind. That being said, you were adamant you could not leave without saying goodbye  to him, you pleaded with Alicent to see him-she surprisingly relented and allowed it-maybe because you spoke in Aemond’s defence is what allowed it.

Before you went into his rooms, Alicent looked at you carefully “Be gentle…he is rather delicate as you can imagine.”

You nodded and before you opened the door she spoke to you again “I won’t forget your words or actions Lady Stark…Truly.” She said and smiled very lightly.

You bowed your head “My Queen”

You went in and closed the door behind you. Looking around you spotted Aemond sat by the window, looking out the open window. The fresh salty air bellowing into the room, he had heard you come in but refused to turn his head.

As you stepped towards him carefully he still did not move, “Aemond…” you whispered

He wouldn’t face you, he kept his head away from yours.

“Aemond please…” you said , your voice barely audible

He did not answer immediately , he only said after a moment “Please do not pity me.”

You could cry, to see him go from having the confidence to now reverting back to a self conscious teenager brought you a sense of guilt and discomfort-you suggested claiming Vhagar, you felt responsible.

“Aemond I wish I could…” you started

He shook his head “No…please do not say anything…”

You inhaled, holding back the tears

“I knew claiming a dragon would be no easy feat…loosing two precious entities to me to gain one….” He said

You frowned “Two…I do not follow?”

He exhaled “I can make peace with loosing my eye….but loosing you is something-”

“Aemond no.” you gasped “You have not lost me”

He finally looked at you, the scar along his eye was sore and red with anger, his remaining eye locked with yours “Surely…our betrothal is no longer valid due to this?” he asked

You shook your head, a tear escaped your eye “You think me shallow? Aemond you could loose both your eyes I still want to be your bride…”

He did not know how to register this, he looked fearful that he said the wrong thing-but you knew this was a vulnerable moment for you both, you needed to be careful. You simply took a moment and took a deep breath, leaning forward you planted the lightest kiss at the base of the scar. He did not wince or back away, he took your hand and held it in his,he simply looked at you with a relief in his eye.                                                                                                       

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[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 101 // This Doesn't Change Anything // Day Off

Contents (Warnings): What's left but to give thanks... (Angst, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 4,000+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: these music has no words but yet it's very expressive (sad chill music mix)

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Wicks

His body slogged on the verge of collapse.

It threw a Molotov of fatigue in rebellion, hoping to slow his movements. I can't rest yet. His thoughts fought the desire to catch his breath. 

Andras had drained exponential amounts of energy from the two. If he had failed to make contact that would have been it.

He pulled away and staggered. His legs didn't expect it—he caught himself nonetheless. Once he planted his feet firmly down, he spoke, not looking away from the headless body. "Are you alive, Alexander?"

"Yeah," Alexander replied in a huff.

The shirtless male was somewhere behind him. Wicks didn't know where precisely.

He swallowed back the sizzling bittersweet victory on his tongue, and his thoughts were directed at Andras. Ya terminaste.

Most mimics consumed someone whole, and then their form processed the information and acted as them based on their previous experiences and responses. They were nothing more than animals, consumed and procreating for survival. 

While Andras wasn't—Wicks knew of only one other case like him: a mimic overtaken by another person's will. Those mimics became people, no longer bound by their basic instincts. When that happens, they become intelligent, cunning, and heavily capable—and nearly impossible to find. 

He finally shifted his eyes and hazily swept the area. Shattered wood, glass, stone—everything lay around them. The ceiling groaned in its attempt to hold under the weight of the broken floor above and the numerous, slowly growing cracks. 

"Did you human case him at the end?" Wicks asked as he followed the rigged cracks down one of the wall faces. He did so until he landed on the blonde. He had closed the distance between himself and Wicks. 

"I couldn't without my-" Alexander sharply threw his hand at Wicks. 

Wicks grabbed it, but Alexander swung him by his sweater and out of the way.

Wicks heard a gag. He fumbled and twisted to the foe. 

He's not dead.

"It seems neither of you knew you had to burn the body to kill a mimic." Andras's chuckle rumbled gutturally while he held Alexander's throat. 

Its gargling notes furthered the fact that his head hadn't fully recovered.

Wicks's hue struggled to spark. He didn't have enough energy for a prolonged fight. He put up his hands besides that and steadied himself. 

"Don't move, Diageo, or I'll kill him." Andras cooed.

His brows came down, pushing together in unbridled frustration. Andras could drain Alexander's remaining energy and go straight for Wicks. He's not confident he'll win that, though, is he? 

To Wicks, they were at a standstill. Andras couldn't let them live. He'd been hiding this secret for who knows how long, and if they escaped, the C.P.P.A. would be on high alert, purposefully watching for unregistered mimics. 

He wants me within range to kill us both.

Alexander grabbed Andras's arm that held him and snarled, "Fuck it, and kill him." 

Andras's throat bubbled with laughter, "So suicidal, aren't you, Short Fuse? You should have given yourself to me if you didn't value your life." He purred with a darkening grin as he leaned closer.

His hushed tone still pittered against the walls loud enough for Wicks to hear. "Because, unlike you, I wouldn't waste your potential wallowing in your own inhibition."

Wicks could tell that Andras's words struck a nerve. Alexander's indignation faltered, and in response, he tightened his grip almost with urgency as if what Andras said would bring forth something that would hunt Alexander. 

I can't do that. Wicks wouldn't sacrifice him. 

Wicks used what he could to form a cloak around Alexander and ran at Andras. Andras broke the cloak with a quick drain but couldn't take all of Alexander's energy. He had to worry about Wicks's impending assault. 

I can't kill him. I don't have enough left. 

Wicks still braced to hit, and Andras reached out for him. 

Suddenly, it didn't matter. A portal opened and consumed up to Andras's forearm. The portal snapped shut and severed it before he could pull it back. Another opened above them and dropped it. 

The user took the confusion and distraction as their entry point. Behind Andras, another portal appeared. He had grown back his limb at this point but didn't have enough time to dodge her.

She threw her palm into his neck, directly at his seal. One of the most useful for monsters to hide amongst humans was also one of their greatest weaknesses. 

Because spells directed into them, especially those affecting the mind or physicality, worked best at it.

Soon, Andras's eyes rolled back, his shoulders slumped, and his body fell forward with a thud in front of Wicks. Normally, it wouldn't work so effortlessly, but all of them were weakened.

 The woman with splotches of white across her darker skin sighed heavily. Her jack-o-lantern irises slacked in disappointment. "Wicks." She walked over Andras's body and stopped at him. 

"Ma'am." 

Fortunately, Olivia was his boss, the leader of his Chaos Protection and Prevention Agency branch. This meant that it was considered big enough to garner her attention. It would have been worse if that being had not killed those coming out of the building. 

"I've seen the carnage outside," the middle-aged woman said. She stood shorter, but her presence was still chilling. Not that she was harsh or cruel, just powerful. She was a magus that far exceeded Wicks. "Why did you engage on this base without calling for backup?"

Wicks's eyes darted down. He didn't know how long the body below his feet would remain sleeping. "He had my sister." Wicks's lip curled, and with his minimal energy, he wanted to spend it erasing his body.

He had to seize. It's happening again, he reminded himself. His stained folly resurfaced. It wasn't something he considered while he was here. He hyper-fixed on the enemy and killed him. He didn't see what actually happened to Lynette. He figured it out out of fear.

Is she okay? Is it like before? What did he do to her? Will I- no. He didn't want to think about repeating the past. He shook away the past look on her face, the fear in her eyes, the refusal to follow him. It was so vividly painted in his nightmares.

He tilted to move, and Olivia's call finally reached him. "Wicks."

The clawed pangs in his heart tried to steer him toward where his sister would be, though he kept his eyes on Olivia. 

Her sympathy reached him. She put a hand up and onto his shoulder. "I understand," she said. She was one of the few who knew the extent of what he did. Every detail he reported. "Even so, the people we usually help are part of families too. We have protocols for a reason." She directed him to the Andras, "What if I came too late? Neither you nor...your friend looked safe."

Wicks couldn't argue. He glanced back at Alexander, and discomfiture settled near his heart. His lips pursed, seeing his failure. The side of Alexander's head, in particular, once obscured by the way Andras held Alexander, showed the shaved part of it. Wicks nearly killed him.

He almost forgot to answer. "He's a 'brother' to the one who married my older sister, Charletta. He's a registered hybrid."

Olivia flicked to him.

"I'm Alexander." He answered.

Wicks studied the rest of him. 

Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose, "so you called him in and not for backup?"

Wicks turned his head to her. "I followed him into this. He was at the crime scene first, and he was the one who found Andras." 

Olivia let her hand fall. "And you ran in without notifying the C.P.P.A. as well?"

Alexander turned away, huffing. "I did."

She took a deep breath, then exhaled loudly and pointed behind them. "Both of you leave this building and meet with Garter, who's watching the others. Other agents will take care of this. Get yourselves fixed up to go into questioning later," she ordered. Wicks could tell her wrath was directed more at him. 

Rightfully so. Wicks thought. He was trained for this, after all. 

They both listened to her order, and Wicks made himself walk, no matter how antsy he was to see Lentils. 

Side by side, he nearly gave into impulse and read Alexander's thoughts. That's enough. 

"I'm sorry I let that happen. I may not exactly like you, but I'd never do that without a reason," Wicks said, his head hanging in shame.

"It wasn't you. That was Andras." Alexander replied. "You don't have to apologize for shit." 

Wicks made his way over a few piles of stones, separating him and Alexander further. "I do have to apologize. I should have been more careful and expected something like this."

Due to the rubble, Wicks could only see the top of Alexander's head. They were heading toward the same opening. "Isn't that their whole thing? You don't know something's a mimic until they pop out and get you." 

What Alexander said was true. Few monsters were gifted with the ability to distinguish if someone was a mimic or not. His best friend, Garter, was one of them. At least he could use his third eye with more training. 

"It doesn't excuse it," Wicks said as they met at one of the holes he had created using Andras's body. "I'm still sorry and grateful that you saved me." 

He grunted in response. They waited for the other to go first. Wicks ushered Alexander, and the blonde did the same. 

The two seemed to become annoyed with each other. "If you're that worried about it, don't let it happen again." He pushed his hand up where his glasses usually were and grumbled.

"I won't," Wicks promised, standing near him at eye level. Now, you first."

Alexander squinted harder, and Wicks couldn't tell if it was to see him better or if he was out of refusal. Regardless, Alexander gave in and went to step over the threshold.

Then Wicks looked down. He slapped a hand across Alexander's bare chest so he didn't keep walking.

"What?!"

"Zetsu!!" Wicks called when he crouched down. Because of their 'you go first' waiting game, he didn't pay attention to what was in front of them. At the threshold, there was a hand limply hung over the rock. And behind it, Zetsu's body. "Why are you here? How..." A million questions flooded in, and all of them went unanswered. Zetsu was unconscious.

"A friend of yours? I found him partially impaled earlier. Then healed him and went in to see you and the freak."

"He kind of was? We chased him before I got the text about Lynette and followed you here." Wicks looked to Olivia in the distance, containing Andras. It was a perfect line of sight to where they fought him earlier. 

You were the one who did the human case on Andras at the last second, weren't you? Why?

Wicks picked up Zetsu's limp body. He was still breathing and had energy, which were both very important. Alexander offered to carry him—Wicks denied him. You can't take all the glory. 

He said it more as a joke. "Did you really go inside out of concern for me?"

Should I be insulted or worry about his intentions. 

"I went in for Andras."

Then why aren't you mad at me more? Or, Wicks silenced the voice in his head. He let the fresh, dust-free air blow it all away instead. Let everything go for now.

...

Lynette

I thought I got away from all that. I shivered as Drake stood in front of me. Or, more so, he partially put his head on me protectively while growling at Garter.

"We're fine," I said—it didn't alleviate Drake's anger. He was still bound and fighting in those binds.

"I did it so you guys wouldn't run away, too," Garter explained for the tenth time.

He had swallowed Drake and me after our failed attempt to follow Alexander. I wasn't happy about it, but Drake was pissed.

He snapped and threatened Garter the whole time, mainly when he ate me. The C.P.P.A. seemed to arrive, so Garter released us.

All I want is to see and know everyone gets home safe, then go into a coma. I thought with a smile. I attempted to cheer myself up.

However, Drake and Garter's bickering was making it worse. I took a deep breath, stepped away from Drake, and positioned myself between them.

"I appreciate you both for helping me. Okay? We should be focusing on the others and hoping they come back..." My voice hitched. I saw Wicks nearing us, holding someone.

I didn't fully process who he was; I was too overwhelmed seeing him. I ran at him immediately. Neither could nor would stop me this time.

"WAIT LENTILS!!" Wicks yelled. He quickly set down who I soon recognized as Zetsu.

Drake said he left. 

The thought stayed for a second, and the next Wicks crashed into me and squeezed me like a stress toy.

I had to tap his arm to get him to loosen up and to make sure I didn't add a broken spine to my list of problems. When he stopped hugging me, he grabbed my face.

"Are you okay? Did he do anything to you? Where's the jacket and shirt I gave you this morning?" Wicks frantically said, pulling at the one I was wearing from Alexander.

Is he okay, too?

I saw that Drake seemed to have the same idea as me. He was not that far from us and was exchanging ideas with Alexander. Physically, he looked fine—at least as fine as my brother did—until I saw him turn his head.

Why didn't he fix it?

My eyes went back to my brother. "I'm okay. He, I," my eyes swelled. "I'm happy you're okay." My lips trembled as I studied Wicks. "Are you hurt?"

Wicks nervously laughed, "Lentils, I'm great. There's no need to worry about me." He hugged me. "I'm sorry it took me so long."

I gripped his sweater tighter. I didn't like that as I sank into it. I smelled blood and felt his fatigued body quiver. You're a terrible liar.

"Shush," I pressed my head deeper into his chest. "Don't say you're sorry for any of this," I told him. "You helped save us."

"Garter and..." he faintly uttered, "Alexander did a lot, too." His hand tenderly petted my current tangled mess. "You have dust in your hair."

"And your ponytail isn't holding much back," I muttered, looking up at him.

After he released me from the hug, he thanked Garter for watching us. Alexander propped Zetsu's body against a tree while Drake and him bickered.

Neither of them looked mad. Alexander looked at me, too. I didn't know whether he felt me staring or if it was a chance. I saw the hunger in his eyes and something else, almost like an ease. It appeared sympathetic.

Is he relieved that it worked out?

Using the other hand that Wicks didn't hold, I tugged at the shirt's fabric. This might be a bad idea. He's probably more hungry than anything.

I clenched my nerves and tugged lightly from Wicks.

"Lentils," his voice warned.

"One second," I said and approached Alexander. As I did, my unsteady nerves told me to return to my security, Wicks. 

"Lynette, it's not a good time," Drake attempted to discourage me.

I stopped at a reasonable distance and looked up. His gaze bore down on me, but I didn't let it hold me back. "Thank you, Xander!" I said it with as much meaning as I could.

His eyelids slacked. "For what?"

Huh? I tilted my head. Why do you sincerely look confused?! "for going back." I said. I could feel the emotions flooding in more than prior. "For helping Wicks, whether he needed your help or not." I held myself from blinking.

Briefly, not only did his annoyed expression fall, but he quickly adverted his squint from me entirely. "I just wanted to kill Andras."

My heart thumped. What? I looked to Drake, who appeared pained by Alexander's response. What is he talking about? I peered up at Alexander again.

I stepped closer. I didn't know whether it was the anger from the situation, my helplessness, how easily Alexander deflected it, or that he thought I was too dumb to recognize what happened.

Is it selfish of me to think like this? I didn't care whether he said, 'You're welcome' or not. I cared that he understood how important it was. You didn't just come here for that. I wrote myself off most of the time, too. So it resonated deeper inside me than I realized. Is this how Wicks feels about me?

"Xander," I said in a way that made his body jump.

"What do you want?" He snarled in a low hum. "Unless you're offering yourself, don't get any closer to me."

I didn't move. "Stop disregarding this!"

He snapped his head back. "I went for my own fucking gain. There's nothing to thank."

You didn't... Wicks grabbed my hand. I firmly held his reminder as to why I was so mad. I stayed ahead of Wicks and prevented him from intervening.

And with a hard wheeze, I shouted at Alexander in anger.

"You're a liar!"

...

Alexander

His senses were in disarray. He didn't know what to feel—worn out, content, hungry, annoyed, or angry. His head throbbed, trying to contain them all. He hadn't expected it to go this way. 

Alexander thought everything would be worse. Anytime he involved himself, it always was.

That's when she moved closer. He wanted to ignore her, then he hoped she'd ignore him.

The compulsion rose, and his digits twitched anxiously. Alexander's body wanted to shift itself to eat her, much like any time he was around her. His lack of energy made it harder to control. 

When he panned to the shirt she wore, his body eased slightly, not by much, but enough for him to respond to what she said. He wanted to convince her that what she tried to say was nonsense. Alexander even snapped at her. 

Get away, you idiot.

She was persistent. Not that he wasn't learning that. It vexed him to no end. I'm a monster; I eat humans like you.

He didn't vocalize it like he did several times before. She should have...

What did she call me?

His ears were ringing, and his mind went blank. 

They had argued about many things. Lynette called him names, and he did the same to her, yet she had never said anything so serious —something that hurt like she slapped him across the face. 

"I saw the way you looked at Drake. You didn't want to leave him. You wanted to stay. He's your best friend, practically your brother," she continued.

Her usually sheepish pasture-green hue looked harsher, like an inferno directed at him. As far as she was concerned, he was the only one that mattered. 

Alexander took a step back, and she took another step closer. She didn't let him create any distance and let go of Wick's hand to do so. 

"And you still went back!" she hiccupped between her strangled breath, her throat still dry. "You didn't have to. You could have stayed with us and waited." Tears fell from her eyes. She didn't wipe them. 

You're- His thoughts couldn't come together seeing her.

"I know you and Wicks aren't on the best terms." She winced and still refused to cusp her aching throat. 

Stop looking at me like that. 

"I didn't do anything." That was all he could say, and it wasn't nearly as loud as she spoke. Thus, she denied he ever said it. 

"You have no idea how much it means to me that you did that." Lynette wouldn't give up. 

His head ached, and his mind was becoming inundated with memories—pathetic things he wished he had forgotten. 

He wanted it to stop. He wanted to shut her up. But Andras had to start this. Alexander had to get involved. He didn't expect her to be like this. Most people would leave him alone after he shut them down.

Leave already.

He didn't understand why it was so hard to speak. Not until his breathing was shallow. 

"Because I couldn't. I couldn't do anything if he needed me. So," He attempted to bring his hand to his chest. She snatched it and held it between both of hers. "Don't stand here and lie to me, Alexander." 

His exhale wouldn't leave. 

"You're owed as much thanks as everyone else here, especially from me, and I won't let you go without acknowledging it!"

His thoughts could no longer hold back what he once wanted.

"Mom!" He ran to her after he finished his homework at the table. He almost forgot to tell her what he realized today.  She had her back to him, occasionally poking the cooking beef on the stove. Alexander didn't judge. He knew it was hard for her since Dad did all the cooking before he left for the war. "Yes, Alex?" She always crouched to meet him. She was much taller than him.  And taller than his dad. She had gentler eyes most of the time, too.  "I think I know what I want to do." A childish joy lit up on his face. In school, they talked about what their parents did for a living. Since his mom didn't work, he talked about his dad. They classified him as a combat nurse. "You do?" She questioned, smiling. He nodded. "Yeah!" His grin widened. "I wanna be just like dad and help people."  "A hero like your dad, huh?" His mom laughed. It was contagious. "He really is super, isn't he?" "He is!" Alexander bounced in his socks, nearly slipping on the tile floor. "I can't wait for him to teach me magic stuff when he gets home."  "I know he'll be so glad to hear you say that." She perked back up as grease sizzled from the meat onto her arm. She flung her attention back to the pan. "How about you write down all the stuff you want Dad to teach you when he comes back?" And he did. He made a long list of things. A list he never gave to him because he ripped it up after his body changed forever. 

For a brief moment, it hurt again. Lynette reminded him of that. 

He heaved. Both of the hands in front of him, the one she held and the one he used to pry hers away, were covered in blood. 

It wasn't real. He wasn't there anymore. Yet his body acted like he was. He couldn't focus on her. Everything was blurring. He mistakenly thought he was spinning. 

That's how his steps felt. No matter how well his feet were on the ground, he couldn't hold them there. He squeezed his eyes to escape.

"Xander."

Her worry stung. 

He opened his eyes once more, pulled away completely, and turned around. 

Then, he did the same thing he always did. 

He ran.

...

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Hii 🥰

I just saw this and thought it’ll inspire a fic or a moodboard for your MC‘s or OC‘s

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It's a really short story, with almost no plot, and pure fluff.

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When we first met

Genre: Pure fluff

Word count: 4H+

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X Catherine Valentine

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"You want some coffee?"

Ethan's rich baritone startled her out of her train of thoughts.

"What?"

Ethan gently untangled her legs from his, stepping onto the rug and scooping Catherine up, bridal style, before kissing her.

"I," he kissed her forehead, "asked," kiss on the nose, "you" kiss on the eyes, "if" kiss on the cheeks, "you wanted" kiss on her head, "coffee" kiss on the lips.

By the time he was done, she was fully laughing, her face mushed against his shoulder.

"I do."

Ethan let her down, and trudged off to the kitchen.

Upon coming back, he saw Catherine with that same dreamy look in her eyes.

Setting the coffee down, he pulled her close.

"You seem lost in thought today. Whassamatter?"

Catherine smiled. "What was your first impression of me?"

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "An annoying intern?"

Catherine rolled her eyes. Making a face, she shoved him, causing him to laugh.

"I'm serious. When we first met, I had no idea that you'd become this important to me. I saw you as a headstrong and stubborn, yet intelligent and compassionate doctor. You were always special, C. I was yet to meet an intern who stood out so much in a good way. I selected you because I knew you were one of a kind. You definitely are, running into walls with your eyes wide open, slipping, falling, making ridiculous lyrics-"

That earned him another playful shove. But Ethan was lost in thought. He was almost musing to himself, just loud enough for Catehrine to hear and comprehend.

"But then, life is always so unexpected, isn't it? Five years ago, if anyone had told me I'd be happily married with three children, I'd have told them to shut it and get on with their life.

Now, it's as if being a husband and a father was always meant for me, just like being a doctor was. I-"

The rest of his musing was shut down by Catherine throwing herself onto him, causing him to startle and catch her.

"Okay, Mr. Preacher, that's enough. Shut up and give me a kiss now."

Ethan looked at her with adoration, before kissing her.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Ethan."

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So this is a small short story I wrote for a class, thought I'd share it here :3

It's not a light-hearted story, it gets dark and gruesome. This is your only warning.

✦

Beep.

Beep.

Be- 

Thud.

A bronze hand flew out from under the mountainous covers, smacking the nightstand rather lazily until the alarm that destroyed the peaceful morning sleep was silenced and pierced the ears of the sleeping Half-Fae. Soon after, a soft groan and some rustling filled the air, and not long after, Klara Callia sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and the dull feeling of a jackhammer pounding in her temples. Perhaps the extra margarita was not the best of choices now, but at the time she was simply celebrating closing one of the more difficult cases she and Emric had for the last year, among the hundreds that scampered across her desk.

The Viper Killer, a rather fit man sired from an ancient line of Greek Gorgons, had finally been caught just the morning before, though not alive by Emric’s hand. He had left behind a dreadful amount of bloodied, petrified bodies, 28 to be exact. She had gotten quite lucky that her ability allowed her to memorize the features of the vicious serial killer and create a sketch. When his face was matched in the database, off she and Emric went to gather a team to capture the man. The chase only ended after the killer ran into the busy street and was met with a heavy charter bus. 

The Viper Killer was now a thing of the past, and that warranted a night of dance and margaritas with her team.

Despite the dull aches of her temples, she got herself up and out of her safe, cozy cocoon of blankets and padded over to her bathroom and get herself ready for a new day: shower, skincare, do her hair, and light round of makeup. 30 minutes and she found herself standing in front of her closet, choosing a more business casual outfit than she normally would wear: a soft, blue, satin blouse with fitted black slacks and a pair of comfortable yet work-appropriate boots, not to mention her gun and holster and her FBI creds. When all was said and done, Klara reached for her bag, wallet, and keys, and off she went to her favorite cafe, Miss Taffy’s Coffee and Diner.

Miss Taffy was an Unseelie Fae, and a kind but stern one at that. It was quite rare to find full-blooded Fae that weren’t immediately red flags walking, especially ones like Miss Taffy who made it her business, literally speaking, to create a safe space with food everyone would enjoy. And Klara was most definitely a loyal customer.

Her morning was just about as routine as it could’ve been as soon as Klara stepped foot inside the cafe, the smell of fresh elderberry croissants and blueberry muffins wafting through her nose. It reminded her of her Papa’s homemade elderberry pastries in a way. Miss Taffy stood behind the counter, stocking the display window when Klara walked in, the first customer of the day as usual.

“Klara Callia, my sweet, good morning. Your aura is glowing today, have you got good news for me?” Miss Taffy asked, her mixed Welsh-British accent soft and elegant. 

“Good morning, Miss Taffy. I do, The Viper Killer is officially gone from the streets,” Klara replied, smiling kindly as she stood before the register. 

“Ah, that is splendid news! Would you like your usual order or something more rewarding?” Miss Taffy exclaimed, clasping her hands together as she joined Klara at the register. 

“My usual coffee please, but throw in one of the elderberry croissants please,” Klara asked, smiling warmly. 

“Of course, my dear. Now, how are you and Mr. Emric?” Miss Taffy hummed, ringing Klara up while she put together her order.

“Oh, Miss Taffy, I’ve told you before, Ric and I are just partners. Would I lie to you?” Klara mused, chuckling softly. Klara couldn’t lie even if she wanted to, her Irish Fairy side made it impossible.

“Like you could even if you wanted to,” Miss Taffy snorted, handing her a steaming cup of coffee and a bag with two elderberry croissants. “Send my love to Emric, would you?”

“Always, Miss Taffy, have a good one!” Klara replied, turning to the door and bumping into someone. “Oh, I’m so so-”

Screaming. Pain-filled, torturous screaming.

Let me go!! Please let me go!!

Blood splattering, cries of anguish, and raw-fire-searing pain in the shape of a lunar crescent with an arrow.

Please, I won’t tell anyone, PLEASE!!

Hello, Klara Callia. Come find me. Come find ME.

✧

Her hands shook as she came out of her car, parked at a dead body scene in the parking lot of the club they were at just the night before. Never has a memory of another shaken her up so horribly. Most don’t even know of that kind of ability, let alone actively acknowledge her inside of it. She couldn’t shake the sound of the raspy, distorted voice. Couldn’t shake the sight of the cloaked figure where the only thing she could see was how tall the figure was. It wasn’t normal. No one ever sought her out, no one ever-

“K.C., over here!” Klara was pulled from her spiraling thoughts, putting an impassive expression on her face as she walked quietly over to Emric, who stood with a pair of fresh blue gloves.

“Might want to put them on now. Victim has Elven blood, and I know it doesn’t exactly feel great to Fae skin if memory serves correctly,” Emric hummed, amusement in his tone despite the seriousness of his expression.

“It was my first month, I liked the short-sleeved blouse I had on, and you had yet to inform me of the victim’s species race if I recall correctly,” Klara deadpanned, shaking her head while tugging on the blue gloves. She still had the scar of where the dead Elf’s blood had burned her arm. “What do we know?”

“Victim’s name is Eldra Poppet, she was missing for two weeks before her discovery today by Mr. Hendrik. Remember him?” Emric replied, studying Klara’s expression. Of course, she remembered him, she wasn’t fond of him. He kept trying to infuse Fae Grape Wine into her margaritas the night before to “loosen her up,” despite knowing the effects it would have. 

“Of course. You interviewed him yet?”

“Not yet, wanted to survey the scene first before that. Reeks of metal though.”

“Know what kind?” 

“Best guess? Iron.” Klara was afraid of that. She took a slight step away from the body. 

“Hope you brought that Epi-pen from hell.”

“Haha. Just means I can’t touch the body, Ric.”

“Sure you can, you got the gloves.” Klara rolled her eyes at the teasing smirk on her partner’s face, the brat.

“Not how that works. You don’t hear me telling you how to turn into Wolfy now?” Klara shot back jokingly.

“Thought we agreed not to call my wolf side Wolfy?” Emric huffed, shaking his head. He crouched down beside the body, scanning it and cocking his head slightly to the right. “K.C., there’s a branding here.”

“What kind?” Klara peered over his shoulder to try and get a better look.

“It looks… like…a lunar crescent with an arrow through the middle.” All the color left Klara’s face.

Blood splattering, cries of anguish and raw-fire searing pain in the shape of a lunar crescent with an arrow.

“K.C.? Hey, what’s wrong?” Emric stood up, immediately trying to get a read on her. “You’ve seen this before? Where?”

“Just…just before I got here today, I went to Miss Taffy’s. I bumped into someone and got…got a memory that wasn’t mine. A girl, Half-Fae like me, tortured to hell being branded on her thigh with that exact branding,” Klara said weakly, glancing up at Emric with a worried expression. She could see his eyes, could see his heart drop.

 “Did I just bump into the killer, Emric?”

✧

Klara pinned the last red string to her board, having connected Eldra Poppet to a two-month-old case, the death of Licissa Henry, who was a jaguar shifter that was so scarred and burned (with what Emric later smelled was silver) that she was hardly recognizable anymore. Among the scars and burns was a very familiar lunar branding that they had failed to notice at first. Klara swore every Spanish cuss word when she spotted the branding, wondering how she hadn’t noticed it before. 

Emric went over the details of each case, trying to get a read on their killer’s behavior, but it was erratic to not just Emric and Klara, but to their team as well. It didn’t make sense.

Licissa was doing grocery shopping for her family when she disappeared, with only an email that she was going on a weekend getaway with her mate. Licissa’s mate, Julian, was overseas in Japan, leading a huge design conference.

Eldra never went out unless necessary. She even had her groceries delivered. According to her mother, she had massive trust issues to the point of even working from home. And yet when her parents went to visit her, her home was clean and she had vanished into thin air, with no note or email. Just poof.

The only thing these girls had in common was their age. Both were 26 years old, just like Klara. 

She would’ve sat down to pour over the files if she didn’t get a call from Emric to meet her by the old warlock warehouse by the river. That made her heart drop into her stomach. She didn’t need to hear him say there was a body, she could just tell by the tone of his grave voice. 

Twenty minutes later, she stood before the very girl she witnessed being tortured in that memory. Iridescent eyes that once sparkled were now cloudy, and dull. Pale, clear skin was now marred by iron burns, slashes across her torso, the lunar crescent branding on her thigh, and…

And on her arm, when Klara crouched down and carefully turned the girl’s wrist in a gloved hand, read in Fae Runes: See you soon, my dear Klara Callia.

“K.C., what does it say?” Emric asked, studying her expression and spotting the subtle signs of recognition in her golden eyes.

“Fae Runes. Irish Fairy ones to be specific,” Klara swallowed. “It says ‘See you soon, my dear Klara Callia.’” She was expecting swearing or even a sigh. She wasn’t expecting the harsh snarl and to be yanked up by her arms to her feet and tugged away from the body as if it were ablaze.

“You mean this psycho is targeting you now? Tell me the rest of that memory, Klara, now.”

“What’s her name?”

“What?” 

“Her name, Ric.” Klara nodded to the victim who lay before them. 

“Myra Lily Blackwell. Why?”

“Because Myra was in the memory.” Emric let Klara go, studying her expression again with his Adam’s apple bobbing. 

“Everything, Klara.”

“A few weeks ago, I bumped into someone while leaving Miss Taffy’s. I got hit with… by this figure, cloaked from head to toe, the only thing I could discern was his height. He had her chained to the wall with iron shackles, slashing her, whipping her, branding her… it was one of the worst memories I’ve ever gleaned from someone by far, Ric.”

“Do you remember who you bumped into?” Emric asked, cupping her face with gloveless hands to get her to focus on him. He could see her eyes dulling as she spoke.

“No. No, they were gone before the memory was even done playing out,” Klara swallowed, looking at him. “But it was Myra Lily in that memory, Ric. I saw him torturing her. And at the end…”

“What, K.C.? What did he do?”

“Not what he did, what he said. He told me to come find him.” Emric frowned, pulling away to look back at Myra Lily’s body. 

“Right. You’re going back to the office, I can do the interviews.”

“Ric, I can do this!”

“You’re called out by name by this fool, K.C., I’m not taking any damn chances. Go back to the office, look for more patterns, and write the memory down. I’ll do the interviews and meet with you there, okay?”

“I’m fine-”

“Your eyes are glazing over on me. Go.” K.C. studied his expression silently before reluctantly doing as told, and heading back to the office.

Yet, she felt as though someone was watching her the whole time.

✧

A slow descent into madness. Into obsession, they called it. But Klara wouldn’t call it an obsession. She’d call it determination…

…Though she wouldn’t say it aloud.

Myra Lily was from a High Fae Court family, the Nature Court from Greece, despite only being Half-Fae, Half-Dryad specifically. Klara had a rather uncomfortable discussion over the phone as she was the only Fae in the department capable of communicating with them. Mama’s insistence that she learn most of the different Fae languages was paying off in this instance.

After promising she’d find who caused their daughter such a painful death, she hung up, tacking her memory description to the wall under Myra Lily’s picture alongside interview notes Emric had passed her three weeks earlier the day after they discovered Myra Lily’s body.

A blunt person who was an absolute busybody was what they could gather from the interviews. Myra Lily deemed herself someone who must know everything just to use it against other people, according to her parents. She was a snake according to her roommate. And yet…

Klara had seen her room. The small affirmations taped to her mirror signaled the self-esteem issues she had. The extensive journals in different shelves based on their use: the top shelf was for food tracking, the middle shelf was for personal diaries, bottom shelf was for tracking her moods and her day-to-day schedules; they all told Klara she needed to be the one in control. The writings of her diary were filled with rants, some of the pages stained with tears, that was not a person who would purposely blackmail others, that would be a snake of some kind. 

Klara noted all of that as she stared at the board. She could only see two similarities among the victims: all of them were 26 and branded with that mocking, horrid branding of a lunar crescent with an arrow…

Frustrating, infuriating, tiring. 

That’s all Klara could think of when she viewed this case. Even if she took a break from it to give consults to other cases, she kept thinking of this one…

…

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Screaming. Pain-filled, torturous screaming…

Let me go!! Please let me go!!

Blood splattering, cries of anguish and raw-fire searing pain in the shape of a lunar crescent with an arrow…

Please, I won’t tell anyone, PLEASE!!

“Hey, K.C., I brought food…K.C.?”

Screams. Pain-filled, terror-raising screams…

Please, please let me go!! I won’t tell anyone, please just let me go!!

Gargled gagging turning into spitting…

Flailing arms…

“K.C., can you hear me?”

Stabbing, slashing, gargling and spitting…

Pain screaming turning into weak cries…

“Earth to K.C.”

Hello, Klara Callia, come find ME!

“Klara!” The memory fizzled out and in came the vision of her partner staring at her worriedly, holding food with…a pale man standing behind him matching his worried expression.

“Ah, sorry Ric, didn’t hear you come in. Who’s your friend…?”

“Ah, this is Sean Washington. The vampire CEO is helping us with that vampire coven killing case. Here,” Emric explained, setting a cup of coffee in front of her. “Miss Taffy says hi, by the way.”

“Oh- I’m so sorry, Mr. Washington, I completely forgot you were coming,” she apologized, sipping the coffee to give her some energy.

“Nonsense, Agent Fuentes, you were preoccupied,” Sean said warmly, smiling as his sharpest canines gleamed in the light. “Agent Kingston said you two had a moment to get my statement?”

“Yes, of course, let me get a pen and paper. I believe I have some blood candies in my drawer if you’d like one?”

“That’s alright, dear, I had my batch this morning. Miss Taffy makes the most lovely bloody tea,” Sean chuckled. His accent was nice to listen to, Klara found. She must be really out of it today.

They spent twenty minutes getting his statement before she noticed his eyes. They were bright, resembling the sky in the intensity of the blue within them. And they felt familiar somehow…

“Well, that should be everything. Thanks for coming down, Mr. Washington,” Emric announced, snapping Klara out of her stupor. 

“No, thank you, Agents. I despair at the thought of not being able to help keep trust and keep the community safe,” Sean replied, shaking his hand firmly. 

Klara didn’t shake his hand at first, and at his confusion, she said kindly, “It’s your rings, sir. They’re made of iron, I’m quite allergic to them and any residue they leave behind.”

“Ah, of course, my apologies. Have a blessed day, Emric, and Klara Callia,” Sean nodded, smiling as he soon left. She liked a little too much the feel of the name from his mouth, but…it still felt familiar.

✧

“You’re obsessed!”

“I am not obsessed with wanting to find the psychopath responsible for these deaths!” Klara was standing toe to toe with Emric, staring furiously into the eye of her partners. Her golden eyes glowing with fury, while his brown eyes were filled with frustration. 

“You have not looked at another case properly in weeks, Klara! You’re losing sleep, and barely eating! We are nowhere near solving this one, and you’re driving yourself mad trying to piece together things that don’t make sense!”

“I am not!”

“Maybe we should pass it off.”

“No. No! We are not passing off something that took almost four months of work, Emric!”

“You’re obsessed with this psycho! Need I remind you of his sadistic ways?!” Emric jerked an arm pointed at their board, with a new victim on it. Kelsey Jones, a vampire discovered by her mother, Lydia, and Sean Washington, who had consoled Lydia and looked positively green at the sight of Kelsey.

Shortly after, he asked Klara on a date, which she had kept postponing. Klara knew she was growing obsessed with this killer, whom the media dubbed Thanatos for his many methods of torturing and killing his victims. Klara hated that nickname. This killer was far from a Greek God, especially one known for collecting people after they had passed. It was distasteful.

“Obsessed with a sadistic psychopath that leaves his victims like this?!” Klara practically shrieked, her nails sharpening and hair growing longer for a split second before she took a deep breath. “What, pray tell, do you propose then?”

“We need a break before we claw each other’s eyes out over this case,” Emric said sternly. Klara narrowed her eyes in silence at him, Emric staring at her back. Silence descended…

“I’m not obsessed.”

“I taught you how to profile, Klara. You’re obsessed.”

✧

“I was getting worried we’d never meet,” Sean chuckled, sitting across the table from Klara, looking delicious in a tight-fitted blue dress shirt and slacks. Klara chuckled, her dark red dress matching the color of wine in her glass as she took a sip.

“Work troubles. More gruesome than you’d like to hear, no doubt,” Klara admitted. 

“Ah yes, I’ve been meaning to ask, have you found any leads on Kelsey? Lydia has just been so melancholy, I’d love to be able to tell her something,” Sean asked, sipping his Bloody Mary. 

“I can’t discuss details of a case with you, unfortunately. What I can say is it’s been a difficult one to follow,” Klara admitted with a sad smile. 

“Pity…though I supposed your hands are tied,” Sean chuckled. Klara tilted her head at him. 

“Odd choice of words, Sean.”

“Are they?” he mused, sipping his drink with a warm smile. “It was a quip. I remember seeing the board. You work yourself too hard, luv.”

“...I guess I have. Ric thinks I’m obsessed..”

“Are you?” Klara felt defensive almost immediately, but…Sean wasn’t asking to mock. He seemed genuinely curious.

“I…suppose I am,” she said finally. Sean set his glass down and leaned slightly against the table, giving her his full attention. 

“What made you so intrigued?”

“How…erratic and yet so consistent this person is. The torture is different across the board and yet the only pieces that align are the brand marks and the ages. At least for the first three, I’m not quite sure how vampire aging works.”

“Born vampires age as everyone else does. Turn vampires have two ages, the international age if you will, and the age they have from the moment they are turned. Say a 15-year-old was turned, then they’d have 15 years of age internationally, but be considered a mere fledgling, a toddler almost in that sense amongst the vampire community,” Sean explained. 

“And Kelsey?”

“Was a born vampire.” Klara mulled it over in thought, smiling softly. They changed the topic eventually, moving on to Sean’s work while they ate and refilled their drinks. Klara felt warm, though she chalked it up to the wine she had drank through the night. 

When their evening was over and the bill was paid (by Sean of course), Sean held his arm out, walking her to the parking lot that was sparsely populated at best. 

“I must say, I had a splendid evening, dearest,” Sean mused. Klara smiled, though the warmth through her began to feel sort of… fuzzy. 

“Yes, I had a wonderful time. We ought to do this more often,” she replied. The sight of her car felt rather far…and hazy…

“Yes, but it’s a shame we won’t be able to, my dear Klara Callia.” Huh?

“Wu…what?” This feeling, she’s felt it before. She thought back to the wine… Fae Grape Wine. She grasped onto his hand, weaker than she would’ve liked, and the memory of Myra Lily bombarded her senses yet again, then of Kelsey… Only her words were different. Oh no…

“Sean… Sean, what is this?” She asked.

“Oh but it’s not Sean, Klara Callia,” he said sweetly, but his face unfocused in her vision as she stumbled over her feet. “What was it that sweet Kelsey called me?”

“Tha…Thanatos, you’re not..not ge…” Klara couldn’t get the words out, losing her balance and slowly beginning to lose consciousness. Sean caught her, smirking down at her finally.

“Sweet Klara Callia, my name is Blair Blayney. And I do believe I have you.” 

✧

Ache. Ache seeped through to her hands, her feet, her muscles, bones, down to the very core of her soul. 

She strained her ears to listen, her eyes uncooperative. I hate Fae Wine… 

She never drank it. To anyone with an inkling of humanity, it’s no better than a date rape drug. To full-blooded Fae, it’s no better than a beer on a Saturday night. 

“Klara Callia, I know you’re awake, my dear.” Sean’s sultry voice floated over her ears. “I can hear your little heartbeat quickening ever so slightly.”

She swallowed quietly as she finally got to pry her eyes open…to a guest room. A guest room? 

Her arms weren’t tied down. Her head felt like she was just fighting off a hangover. She felt…okay. Except you’re not okay.

Sean…No, Blair sat across from her bed, smirking with his arms crossed. “Welcome home, Klara Callia.”

“Sean…” she said slowly, mouth feeling like cotton as she struggled to sit up. 

“Tsk tsk. Memory failing you already?” The vampire shook his head, standing over her and bending down just close enough to her face. “That’s not my name, darling. What’s my name?”

“..’s…It’s Blair. Blair Blaney.” She managed to get her words together, more coherent…But why? Why did he do this?

“Excellent, very well done. I typically don’t use Fae Wine. It’s sticky, too sparkling, like the Twilight vampires.” Blair stood up, smiling at her sweetly, kindly. Like the day he gave his statement. Like how he smiled last night earlier in the date…

“You’d be the only person to ever see my home, darling. Your little…what did your partner call it? Ah yes, obsession. Your little obsession with me caught my eye, Klara Callia,” Blair continued, his kind, warm smile starting to feel sinister. 

“It wasn’t an obsession,” she argued weakly, but it only made him throw his head back, carefree laughter falling from his full lips as if she simply made a joke. But this wasn’t funny…

“Tell me, Klara Callia, that seeing my masterpieces didn’t send a rush through your spine. That you weren’t frustrated that you couldn’t connect me to the bodies. That Myra Lily’s screams don’t paint your every thought?” Blair’s voice was smooth as he approached her. He watched her every move with amusement. He watched her swallow, watched gold eyes watching his every move. Breathe… just breathe…you can make it outside...

“Oh sweet Klara Callia. You’re not going anywhere.”

She watched the Cheshire cat grin form, and her heart dropped. She had only heard rumors but…

“Yes, my dear.” He tilted her head up gently by the chin, his thumb trailing from her cheek to her lips.

“I can hear every. little. thought,” he whispered, smiling warmly as the color drained from her face. 

✧

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

“Shut up.”

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Toc-

“Shut up.”

Tick.

To-

Klara flung the closest object in reach to the nearby clock, breaking the glass and knocking it off the wall. Time lost all meaning to her by now, and the incessant tick-tock frayed what little sanity she had.

Blair would come in, sweet-talk her as though he hadn’t laced her drinks with Fae Wine, feed her elderberries grown directly from the Unseelie gardens, and watch her struggle to wrap her mind around him. He’d cup her face and watch her eyes glaze over as the memories of Myra Lily, of Licissa, of Kelsey flood her brain until she blacked out. He’d watch her anxiety and fear build until she’d shut down, then tuck her back into bed. And they’d do it over again. And again. And again. 

But…it was a pattern just for her. She picked up on it. He’d do so in the evening, always before she had to sleep. In the morning, he’d dress her up in the softest dresses, feed her proper meals that wouldn’t drug her, and let her roam the house and read. He treated her kindly. 

And yet that didn’t change the psychological torture she endured every night. Didn’t change that her service was dead so Emric couldn’t ping her phone. Didn’t change the fact that he still managed to outsmart her and now she was here.

Sitting across from him at the dining room table.

Watching his smirk as he sipped a wine glass full of blood while hers was a simple sparkling cider. 

Swallowing a gulp of the drink as he studied her blank expression, every movement, her every thought.

“Klara Callia, you are to be quite a long-time guest of mine,” he finally spoke, setting his wine glass on the table. She mimicked the actions, holding his gaze.

“And what, pray tell, could you possibly tell me that would make me not wish to throw myself out the first given window?” she retorted, crossing her arms.

“Well, for starters, dearest, the windows are coated in iron, so you wouldn’t last very long,” Blair replied wryly, enjoying the irritated look on Klara’s face that turned into one of wariness. “And you’ll come to see that what I’m doing is more fun than wasting before a board of victims.”

“I highly doubt that you torturing them and then branding their dead bodies as if they were cattle. Blair, you think I’d ever be like you? A falsely good man?” she sneered back at him. It was the truth, and yet her tongue prickled like she had just eaten a pair of Fae-grown berries. 

Blair stood and walked to her with each step. His bright blue eyes reminded her of being on the other side of a predator shifter. Then again, Blair was a kind of predator, but the worst kind of predator out there. “I think, little Klara Callia, that you will be at my side. That you will turn in those credentials and watch as I torture them as you put it.”

“I’d rather live off Fae Wine the rest of my damn life,” she growled at him.

“That, Klara Callia, can be arranged.”

✧

“Stop!! Stop it!!” Klara broke, the memory of the most recent victim, Millicent Leroy, bouncing through her skull like a ricochet of bullets. Blair grinned maliciously, dark clothes bloody, some of it smeared across her cheek.

“Oh but we’ve only just begun, darling,” he sneered back, gripping her chin. Not forcefully, never forcefully. 

“You rip more and more of my sanity away, you make me-”

“Enjoy it? Am I feeding your obsession with my work?” he interrupted. I am not obsessed. I am not obsessed. I am not obe-

“Technicalities don’t make good lies, Klara Callia,” he tutted, booping her nose. 

“But I’m not obsessed!”

“And yet here you are. Unrestrained, letting me use your power against you,” Blair replied, smirking again. 

“I don’t enjoy it. I am not obsessed with…with…” 

“If you’re not upset, say it. Ver. Ba. Tim.” 

Klara couldn’t do it. She couldn’t force the words out. Because you know he’s right.

No. No, he’s not right. I am not obsessed. 

“Pity. We could’ve ended this session early,” he murmured, degloving his hands, cupping her face, sending her headfirst into the blood-curdling screams of Millicent Leroy once again.

✧

I am not obsessed. 

I am not obsessed.

 He’s torturing them for fun. 

For games. 

I am not obsessed.

I am not obsessed…

The daily mantra, as she was forced to watch news of her disappearance, did little to ease her anxiety. The daily mantra, as she went through the motions of her new routine, did little to make her fully believe the opposite. 

The daily mantra, Klara realized, was slowly starting to become more difficult to repeat to herself. That terrified her more than the psychotic vampire holding her hostage within what she gathered was his private estate.

He gave her enough free rein to watch the news, but the phones had iron residue, preventing her from calling anyone. She could cook, but only from the pantries that didn’t have clovers or iron residue. Otherwise, it was the daily getting up, brushing her teeth, dressing, eating, lying in boredom or watching TV, eating, going back to her room, showering, then enduring hours upon hours of her ability forcing her to relive the violent memories that she could only escape from in her sleep.

It was infuriating. 

It was exhausting.

It was…

Klara wasn’t sure how it was anymore. 

✧

“Say it. Word for word, say it,” Blair growled against her, Klara was pinned to the ground under him as she tried to fight him. Her nails had grown and left sharp, jagged scarring across his cheek and nose.

“I won’t give you the satisfaction! I’m not ob…I’m not…argh!” 

In a moment of fury, she managed to shove him off, her dark curls lengthening, her nails sharpening, appearing to be so angrily ethereal to Blair. He barked out a laugh.

“Tell me the truth, Klara Callia Fuentes-Sweeny! Tell me the truth!” he howled in crazed laughter. 

“I’m not ob- I’m not-”

“Fae can’t lie, no matter how much humanity resides in you,” he mocked. Klara was seeing red now, swiping and adding another cut to his face. It only encouraged his mocking.

“Tell me the truth,” he commanded, eyes flashing with mirth, his hands catching her claws, restricting her again. “Irish Fairy, I forbid you to outfox me!”

That little sentence sealed her fate. The words bubbled out before she could even try to swallow them back down.

“Your sessions intrigue me. You…You feed my obsession in ways I didn’t know,” she grunted out, trying so hard to make them go back into the forbidden box that she deemed dangerous.

“And?” he prodded, giving a malicious grin.

“And you…you making me see the kills over…and over…”

“Only makes that obsession grow larger than your control,” he finished for her, watching her features return to normal as the tears filled her eyes out of frustration.

“You broke me.”

“Oh no, Klara Callia. I never broke you.” He bent down to her ear, relishing in her body involuntarily stiffening.

“I released you.” 

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[authorcressida]

my characters are such horrible little shits (affectionate 💗)

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[futurebird]

Your joy is their poison

And now? the Daily Shaming! We've combed tiktok to find people who have FAILED to CONFORM! Look how much they fail to fit in. Aren't you glad that you fit in enough not to be targeted by us? (or do you fit in enough? maybe not! better watch to find out!)

First up here is a video of a man, but he has on a DRESS. Like a WOMAN! Unimaginable! Everyone should wear the correct outfit for their gender. It's not fair that while we're responsible other people get to just run around having fun.

Next up look at this girl! She's FAT but she says she's PRETTY! Impossible! What if this catches on?? People who haven't earned the right to be happy might be happy? Then only we at the Daily Shaming would be unhappy and how is that fair? It's not!

This one is a non-binary person but they look more like one gender than the other as far as we are concerned. YES our opinion matters. Non-binary people must wear gray jumpers and CLEAR lipgloss-- pink is not allowed. We at the Daily Shaming are already confused enough. Please stop confusing us it's scary. STICK TO THE UNIFORM.

And now we have a father who loves to braid his daughter's hair! Is this DAD or is this MOM? This guy has too many muscles for this activity. And now we are getting confused again. Please stop... Why isn't he worried about what the other guys would say? Why isn't he scared of being called gay?

This next one says they are TRANS! Look how happy they are? HOW? We at the Daily Shaming still remember that time the water polo coach said that we "swam like a girl" and now people are running around being trans without a care in the world. Western civilization is crumbling.

So many people WANT ATTENTION ... but who is paying attention to The Daily Shaming?? No one thinks to ask THAT. We are the real victims. Wanting attention automatically makes you bad. More people should pay attention to us saying this. Maybe our truth bombs are just too real?? That must be it. We are NOT crying right now you take that back!

And now for a little BOY helping his sister with her MAKEUP. HE puts on makeup too! Madness! There is no end to all these people just... doing whatever they want... what gives them the right?

This person said they are DISABLED and talked about their wheelchair but now they are STANDING. That can't happen. We on Daily Shaming can't think of any reason why that could happen. No, we have not thought about it for more than a few seconds, but why would we need to?

The Daily Shaming might just seem like mean spirited voyeurism, but we'll now try to convince you that what we are really doing is somehow saving free speech and preventing SOCIAL DECAY. You better keep watching and you better keep track of all the things we don't like or you could be NEXT. If we don't do our jobs more and more people will just do whatever makes them happy and... be happy even though they're supposed to feel BAD. We at Daily Shaming work so hard to fit in... it's not fair that our suffering means nothing. You can't just say "well I don't want to do it that way" you have to do as you're told! These are just the hard truths of life. Even if you do everything right, you still might not be happy...OK? NO. We are not crying again! We just have a very bad cold!🤬😢

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[axarmae]

"In the aftermath of Earth's destruction, Kimora was supposed to be a new beginning for humanity, a haven, but for you, it was nothing but a purgatory of endless suffering and a constant reminder of everything that was lost. You grew up in the largest mining settlement on Kimora, the fumes that polluted the air killed most, and anyone that did survive did so in horrendous pain. The thick coatings of pale purple dust couldn’t be washed out with even water. Not that anyone living on Kimora had enough of it to satisfy their thirst."

Intro paragraph to my work-in-progress novel "The Color of Betrayal"

Would you read it?

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[0x1addictsong]

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[wizardanarchosocialist]

Accursed Gold by T. A. Onkọwe

But where is hope now?

1935, LA

Ashley's knees slammed into concrete as he fell onto the factory floor, briefly knocking the wind out of him. Before he could scramble to his feet, the cold barrel of a shotgun pressed his forehead. Ashley looked down the barrel of the gun and up at the deathly pale pinstripe-suited mobster.

"I'll ask you one more time before I blow your brains out." The mobster snarled. "Where did you get the gold?"

"I told you. It's a family heirloom. You can have it! Just let me-"

Ashley was cut off by the barrel of the shotgun smacking into his face with a sickening crunch, drawing out a shrill shriek as he clutched his broken nose.

"Don't lie to me." The mobster tipped Ashley's head up with the muzzle of the now bloody shotgun, flashing a sinister, sharp-toothed grin. "I know your kind; You'd have sold off that gold for scraps or booze years ago. You got that recently. How?"

Staring down the barrel of the gun, his short life flashing before his eyes, Ashley couldn't lie. "I-I made it."

"Unlicensed Alchemy? From a kid?"

Ashley flinched as the vampire lifted the shotgun, readying another strike. "No- no- I... I made it with my- my... powers." Ashley choked out between bloody coughs.

"Demonstrate."

"I need a rock, or something, to transmute."

The mobster kicked Ashley a pebble, which he quickly picked up and clutched in his hand, desperately trying to concentrate for long enough for his magic to work. Gradually, the rock heated up and slowly transmuted to a shining gold bauble. Ashley held it up, hands shaking.

"Well, it appears you'll have some use after all," He grabbed Ashley's wrist and yanked him to his feet, ignoring the golden pebble which clattered to the floor. "The Don'll be very pleased."

"The Don?"

"The Dragon." The words made Ashley's blood run ice cold as he spoke. He hoisted him up. "Let's go."

...

Ashley bolted upright in bed, sweat pouring down his face. His hand reached for the knife under his satin pillow, gripping the ornate gold hilt tightly. His other hand dug into his sheets, ripping a hole into the material as it slowly turned into dense, unpolished iron. He stood up hastily, brandishing the knife in front of him in his dimly lit room. After a minute, there was no movement in his room, and Ashley calmed down, the adrenaline draining out of him as quickly as it came.

With the adrenaline gone, his hand slowly returned to flesh and bone with a painful pop he was fully used to, and he tucked the knife away under his pillow. He was still a little rattled though rattled but alone. He wondered what he'd look like to the intruder if he wasn't alone; All 5'5" of him, waving a knife around in his boxers, his hair wild frizzy, and untamed.

That was the third time this week he had similar dreams, which was deeply annoying since the last thing he wanted to do was dwell on the past. Thankfully, he'd woken just in time for work, which provided a very nice distraction.

Ashley had rented out the apartment next to his and turned it into his workshop. It was just as spacious as his flat. A now dormant furnace stood in its center, and transparent shelves full of useful material and oddities Ashley had picked up over the years lined the walls. Ashley fed the furnace fuel and switched on the pilot light. As the crucible in the center of the furnace slowly heated up, he pulled a cup of coarse, dull copper powder from a shelf. Ashley poured the powder into the now red hot crucible and watched it quickly melt. He pulled the crucible out with tongs and poured the molten copper into his palm.

All Ashley felt in his hand was heat, not pain, just a dull warmth, like his hand was on the surface of slightly too hot bathwater. The metal cooled into a semi-solid form until it bent and twisted like clay in his hand. Ashley bent the metal dough into a rosette, cradling it until the liquid-cooled to its solid state.

By the end of the workday, Ashley had all but forgotten his nightmare. He'd thrown himself into his work and was very proud of his output. Three complete pieces: three necklaces, three pairs of earrings, five rings, and a bracelet. Of course, the self-congratulations were dampened slightly by the fact that his jewelry was all made of scrap metal, loose wires, pipe cleaners, and pebbles.

That was an easy fix. One by one, Ashley lifted each item and cradled it in his palms, relaxing his concentration and letting his magic flow through his hands into his fingers. The scraps slowly transmuted into precious metals, gold, silver, platinum, or precious gems.

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[aemonds-wifey]

Summary: You and Osferth take your family to a sombre occasion, it is not as peaceful as you thought it would be.

Warnings: Smut

(Another delightful one shot requested by @chainsawsangel)

“A bit higher” you instructed

Edmund lifted the bow slightly he then sharply released the arrow and let it fly towards the target. It struck near the centre. You gasped with an impressed smile “Well done Edmund!”                                             He nodded in gratitude “I still missed the middle!!”       

Sihtric stood by you and clapped at Edmunds effort “Still a good technique. You have a good teacher.”                                                                                         “It will not be good If I miss and end up hitting a tree.” Edmund muttered.                                             You knelt beside him and rubbed his shoulder “I never hit the centre when I trained….You have only been practicing a week or so you are doing incredibly well.”                                                                       “I can do better Mother.” He said                                                                                       You reassured him with a kiss to the head “Nobody is a marksman at ten my boy. You are doing so well.”                                                                                       “Better then me when I attempted.”

You all turned round to see Osferth standing watching you both, he had his arms clasped behind his back. Edmund looked at him “Father look!”                                                 Osferth nodded “You will be a fine archer” Something was off about the way Osferth spoke, he seemed distracted, he looked at Sihtric “Can you take Edmund back? I need to talk to Y/N.” he said                                                                                                 Sihtric nodded “Of course…” he patted Osferth’s arm and called to Edmund “Come on boy, lets go find out how your brother is doing with his sword practice with Uncle Finan!” You quickly hugged Edmund as he walked past you to put down his bow on the log, Sihtric and he then walked over the ridge and back to the settlement. You noticed Osferth’s expression. “What is it my love?” He sighed deeply and embraced you, you worried as you held him. Breaking apart and looking at him. “My aunt…my mother’s sister, Eedwin has passed…Her daughter, Freyja has written.” He said holding a crumpled letter. Your eyes dropped “Oh Osferth…my love I’m so sorry…I know how found you were of her. She was the one who took you to the monastery wasn’t she?” He nodded “Indeed…” he smiled with fond memories “I wrote to her often…I am glad she met Edmund and Stigir when they were babies…I only wish she could have met Estrid and Cenric.” He sighed. You reassured him by holding his arms and looking up at him “She met our eldest, I too am sad she never met Estrid and Cenric but my love she was not well then…she wrote to us and we will cherish those memories. “He kissed you slowly and smiled “You are right…”                                                                                           “She was good to you Osferth…we must pay our respects.”                                                                     He nodded “I was about to ask about attending the funeral…It is in Winchester…We would need to leave in the morrow.”      You nodded “It is not a problem…we will go Osferth. Together. All of us.” You promised

🍂

Winchester was not how you expected, in truth you thought Runcorn was more attractive. The journey had been uneventful and you were welcomed with open arms by Freyja, Osferth’s cousin. She was a warm, mothering figure that reminded you of Eedwin when you met her. She had six children of her own, and they immediately all were happy to meet your own children. It put your mind at ease to be in the home of Osferth’s family, even if they were not as familiar, it felt as if you were not strangers, the children enjoyed each others company…and even if this visit was brief you would do your best to support Osferth in this period of loss.

*

The funeral itself was a peaceful event, Osferth remained composed throughout but your hand remained on his and squeezed it occasionally. Your children stood in front of you, keeping quiet as the Saxon priest delivered a eulogy for Osferth’s aunt. Frejya stood with her own children looking remarkably stoic, you had never attended a funeral like this before-as you glanced round to observe the customs you spotted a man who stood near Frejya, looking at you with a studying look that made you slightly uncomtorble. Your eyes shifted back to Osferth, he kept his head down and you joined him.                                                                                                 Osferth’s aunt was laid to rest in the ground, again a Saxon custom you had not gotten your head around as you were use to burning your dead and sending them off  to Odin’s hall. Osferth stood with his cousin Freyja,  You left them to talk and catch up as you walked with the children.  Edmund stayed close by, walked with you and you noticed Freyja’s children sat by the tree talking amongst themselves, you knelt down and looked at them “Why don’t you go and talk to your cousins? Hmm?”

Stigir nodded, Cenric and Estrid also agreed. Edmund stayed by your side “I’ll stay with you.”

You nodded “Thank you son.” The rest of your children went along to sit with their cousins, Edmund looked up at you “Are you sad Mother?” he asked

You nodded “I am …I only met her the once when you were babies, but your father will need cheering up later, maybe you could both go for a walk? He would like that.”

Edmund nodded “I’ll suggest it after supper.”

You leant down and kissed him on the head, he was growing and you  were sure that  before long he would grow taller than you. You both walked around the church yard, passing the various flowers that eclipsed the whole grounds. It was beautiful and peaceful. You both approached an old well and stood by it, Edmund looked around “What do you think of Winchester then Edmund?” you asked.

He shrugged “It seems nice…but it is not home. “

You nodded “It is where your father is from, he met uncle Uhtred here and then he joined his group and travelled up north.”

“Where he met you!” Edmund exclaimed.

“Exactly right. And I have never been happier.”   You said smiling ruffling your fingers through Edmunds thick hair.

“You must tell me your saga Mother. Your journey to England and how you and father fell -“

“I will when you are older my boy.” You chuckled.

Edmund laughed and looked around at the tall spire on the church, your gaze could see your other children playing with their cousins-full of glee which warmed your heart. You inhaled slowly as you searched for Osferth but you could not see him, as you spoke with Edmund. You looked up and saw the man you recognised it as the man who gave you an uneasy look in the church. He still held that expression as he moved towards you, you did not look at him directly, only a quick glance. He stopped and observed you and you  finally met his gaze.

“Your with Osferth? Frejya’s cousin.” He said rather harshly. You nodded “I am Osferth’s wife.”     You said proudly.

He spat by your feet “Danish whore…”                       Edmund moved with a brazen stance and bravely stood in front of you as backed away from the man.                                                                              “Leave her be!” Edmund yelled                                                                                             The man scoffed “Back away boy if you know what is good for you.”                                                                         You held your arm around Edmund “Do not speak to my son like that.”                                                                            “Hes a bastard like his father, I’ll talk to him like I wish you Viking whore.”                                                Edmund shoved him further than he anticipated, the man tumbled to  his knee , he was enraged and held his arm up as he approached you both, you brought Edmund back round and protected him under your shoulder. “You little bastard!!! Son of a whore!”

Before he could lay a finger on you or Edmund you saw Osferth grab the raised hand and pull him back, He tumbled to the ground properly this time on his back. He struggled to get to his feet quickly but once he did he swung at Osferth, who leant back missing the punch. He dodged another incoming punch and turned on his side, kicking the foolish man to the floor.  Osferth stood over him and kicked him in the side , before kneeling down and grabbing his collar , pulling his face close to his “You DARE…speak to my wife or any of my children again and I will kill you. You will wish for me to smite you because I will do worse to you.”                                                                                                         He aggressively shoved him to the ground. You held tightly and protectively over Edmund as you watched Osferth catch his breath. Frejya approached you both and looked to the drunk man “Leave this place Helbert…you are no longer welcome.”                                                                                                                                              He got to his feet and stared at Osferth, who unconsciously held the sword on his waist-you inhaled as you arms rested tightly on Edmunds shoulders.

The man realising he was in the wrong slowly backed away and headed away from the church yard and left Winchester. Osferth looked at you and Edmund , he knelt in front of his son and held his arms “You are a brave lad…protecting your mother.”

“Why did he call me a bastard?” Edmund asked "Is that ..is…that ….what I am?”

You gulped , your heart broke thinking about this conversation-Osferth looked at his son with genuine reassurance “You are our son…we welcomed you into this world with your brother under our  union…you are no bastard Edmund. You and your siblings are my greatest pride and joy.” Edmund looked into his fathers eyes “Truly…?”

Osferth looked at him “I was born in circumstances that earned me the name bastard…I had no relationship with my father. Which is why I made a promise that when my own children arrived I would aspire to be there for you and my boy I am so blessed to have such a wonderful and caring son.”

“I could not wish for a better father…” Edmund said “Nor a more loving mother…”                                 Osferth smiled “My dear boy.” Osferth brought him forward and hugged him. His eyes met yours as you laid a hand to your chest over your heart, which was swelling up at what you saw. Even after ten years of marriage you knew the fire that burned for Osferth would never be extinguished.                             Osferth looked at Edmund “You and your brother’s and sister are the greatest gift. Even if you were a bastard which you are not….I would not love you less.”        

Edmund wrapped his arms around his fathers neck once again in a sweet embrace. You were on the verge of tears which brought you happiness. Osferth let go of Edmund who was smiling, “Go find your brothers and sister…play with them.” He instructed kindly. He then got to his feet, you smiled at him and took his hands. He looked at you with concern, you only nodded to reassure him you were perfectly fine.

Freyja approached you “Apologises Y/N, Osferth, Helbert is a wayward idiot…did he hurt you? Is Edmund alright?”

“We are fine yes please do not fret Freyja.” You answered.

Osferth looked at her “Thank you cousin. I will go and pray for his soul I think…”

You caught a look in Osferth’s eyes, he knew what you were thinking, yet you noticed a silent urgency displayed in Osferth’s eyes…a look you had not seen for a while. Osferth cleared his throat “Frejya can you watch the children for a moment?”

*

Osferth lead you to the church, you stood inside and waited for him to close the door. He even barred it. Agonising slowly.

You watched him before turning and approaching the alter, looking up at the heavy metallic cross that hung from the rafters. You closed your eyes briefly, and hearing Osferth slowly approach you gave you tingles along the skin on your arm.

His hands found your waist and clasped at your front, his chin found its way to your chin, planting delicate kisses to your neck and his lips moved to your earlobe-biting it softly. A gasp escaped your mouth as his bites became more frequent, His hand ruffled around in your dress, finding a gap he palmed his hand down to your core, his fingers rubbed in intercreative circles which made you hiss in pleasure. You leant forward unable to contain your stature, Osferth leant forward with you-feeling him hard against your lower back, you turned your head and met his lips, which parted ever so slightly as you moaned his name into his mouth.

He abruptly stopped and flipped you around, facing him you kissed him straight away trying to find your hand to his cock but he took control. His grip on your waist dug into your skin as he lifted you onto the stone alter, resting on the velvet blood wine cloth his hand resumed to crawl up to your thigh-as your hand resumed an attempt to grab his hard cock. He pulled down your dress which exposed one of your breasts, as soon as you noticed he bent down to swirl his tongue over your hardened nipple. You free hand roamed around to the back of his head, carefully grazing the hair on his head. You other hand found its way to his cock, you palmed it in such a way that made him shudder with intense glee that he briefly stopped himself kissing your bare chest. You moved your hand up and down with a slow pace to start, as you picked up the pace and he lifted himself up to meet your lips with his.

He held onto your hand that rested on his cock, stopping you moving it. He grinned at you as he moved your hand and pushed you down gently on the alter. Your back met with the cloth and the stone, which sent a shiver down your spine, he stood over you looking so determined and yet the lust made his eyes burn with an affectionate desire. You felt him line his cock up with your sensitive folds, without a word he pushed into you and leant over to crash his lips against yours. You felt him push further in you, going deeper which made you cry out in exquisite moans, echoing in the church halls in between kisses. He moaned as he fucked you against the alter, your hands held onto his shoulders for dear life, you caught glimpse of his eyes which almost stared into the very dept of your soul. The baby monk who stole your heart a decade ago, now taking you in this holy building-it felt sinful but the pleasure that overwhelmed you made you forget the location of your love making.

“Y/N I’m so close….” He breathed.

You responded with grunts of gratification that made him bury his nose in the crook of your neck, you felt close too and within seconds you felt your walls constrict against him. You felt him empty himself in you as you felt the familiar euphoric discharge claim your body and mind. Osferth gasped against your skin with his teeth grazing your neck as you tilted your head back, the wave of pleasure left you feeling dazed and highly satisfied. Osferth’s breathing was ragged as he waited a long moment before releasing himself from you and facing you, you lifted your head slightly and both smiled as he grabbed your arms and lifted you up, he resumed to stand and pulled you into a strong embrace. Your legs wrapped round his waist and rested your arms around his shoulders, he grinned and kissed your jaw “Heavens woman…”                                                                                       You smiled as he dotted your face with tiny brief kisses “Do you think God watched?” you asked playfully.                                                                                        “I do not care…” he said kissing your lips with an affection you knew would never die.

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THE BITTERSWEET MEMORIES OF OURS

“Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.” –Lucille Ball

 You looked at your reflection in front of the mirror. A smile curved into your face after noticing how much you’ve changed—both physically, emotionally and especially, mentally. You can’t help but to feel proud of how much you gained weight and how clean your skin is. You can’t help but to feel glad of how you look healthier than before.

Yes, before. Back then when you felt like everything is out of your control.

You shook your head before your mind starts to contemplate the past. For you, your past should be buried beneath your unconsciousness and shall never reach your consciousness.

You kept smiling in front of the mirror until your mouth felt tired.

“This is the perfect moment to be productive” you told yourself as you walk towards your room’s door and started to plan of cleaning your whole house. First, you cleaned the kitchen, second you cleaned the living room, third you cleaned the backyard, and for the last one: you cleaned the attic.

As you opened the attic’s door, several dusts came up to your nose that made you sneeze. You walked inside the attic and turned the light’s switch on.

Several boxes and other equipment were seen inside the attic. Although those things contain the memories of the past, you cannot distinguish what kind of memory each of them contains.

You took a deep breath and begun to clean everything. It’s not actually like cleaning but more on organizing. You just swept off the dusts above the equipment and opened the small window for better ventilation.

After taking off the dusts, you arranged the boxes according to their height and weight. Some boxes are heavy and some are not, but as you arrange them, you felt the urge to open them.

You stopped for a while as you think if you’re going to open the boxes or not. You were so hesitant at first but you gave up and listened to the urge’s words.

You sat at the dusty floor and started to open the first box. The first box contains your childhood memories and the items you received but you cannot remember who are those people who gave those to you. In the first box, you saw a family picture of you together with your mom and dad. As you keep looking at it, you felt something in your chest that made you dropped the picture. Your hands are shaky.

You closed your eyes and started to count until you calm. You took a deep breath and opened your eyes. You decided to put the picture inside the box and closed it.

The second box that you opened contains the picture of you with a group of people. You cannot remember who those people are but another picture caught your attention—it was a picture of you with a two woman and a man beside you. You cannot see their faces because there is thick black ink that covered their faces and the only face that is visible is yours.

You put the picture inside the box and closed it.

The third box is in front of you, waiting to be opened. You touched and about to open but suddenly, words that were written at the box caught your attention.

Here lies the best memories I had with you

You became hesitant to open the box because you knew what kind of memory it has, but there is a part of you that wants to look back from the painful past the you had.

As you opened the box, a single picture caught your attention that made your chest tightened.

It’s the picture of you and the person you once loved

As you touched the picture, flashbacks showed to your mind—memories begun to show.

 Back then, you were so vulnerable—physically and emotionally, externally and internally. You would question everything of what did you do to suffer like this? What is the purpose of your life in this chaotic world? Your eyes look so tired that you began to have an eyebags. You cannot release your anger and your pain that you began to cut yourself.

You never had an amazing childhood like others had. Every time you go home from school, you would always watch your mom and your dad—yelling to each other saying unfamiliar words. One day, you saw your dad with his suitcase bag. You ran off to your dad and asked him where he was going, but he just said that he needs to go to his work. You just nodded and went back upstairs. As you walk through the corridor, you heard someone—crying. And to your surprise, it was your mom. You didn’t know why she was crying back then.

Months had passed, your mom told you to stay at your aunt’s house and after she told you those words, she never came back.

Years had passed, you were finally a teenager. You met a two girl alongside with a boy. They noticed that you were alone at your lunch so they decided to eat with you. After that incident, you and those three classmates of yours became so close—so close that you ended up trusting them with your secrets. Months had passed, you found out that those three classmates were backstabbing you and the whole class ended up bullying you. You tried to explain but they never lend their ears.

As you grow older, a lot of things made you realized how pitiful your life is. You have no mother nor a father. You have no friends. Your aunt doesn’t give even a single damn to you. You’re very miserable and you didn’t know what to do. Problems keep coming to your way that made you viewed things as negative.

One day, while you’re walking at a certain street, you saw someone familiar—it was your mom. She had a companion and it was a man that seems to be in her age as well. She was also with a young boy. Your mom and the man were so sweet as she carried the young boy in her arms.

At first glance, you knew what their relationship is.

“So, she found a new family, huh?” you cannot help but to feel envy from that young boy. That should be you, not him. Why does he have your mother’s attention instead of you? You’re also her child, after all.

Years had passed in a glimpse. But as the years passed, your life became so miserable. You’re very skinny because you always skipped your meal. You have an eyebags because you’re always sleep-deprived due to overthinking about things that some are not even existing. Your wrists were full of wounds and sometimes they were bleeding but you didn’t even give a fuck. You were so messy but even how hard you try to be okay; you cannot put your yourself into a comfortable place.

 I hate myself…

 In the midst of your breakdown, a person with full of life showed in front of you. They found you crying that’s why they gave you, their handkerchief. You were hesitant to accept it but later on, you accepted it. They asked you why were you crying yet you said it was nothing. But the person seems have the ability to sense one’s emotions deeply and suddenly told you that you can vent onto them.

Since you feel so heavy and you were both strangers, you decided to tell them everything. Surprisingly, they listened to every word that your voice created. After an hour of speaking, they asked you if they could give you a hug. You made the move and hugged them very tightly.

Hugs are very warm, but having someone that could listen to me is the best thing that I could have…

After that incident, you two became close to each other. You get attached quickly and no matter how you tried to stop yourself, you ended up doing it.

But attaching to this person was the best thing that happened in your life. You finally got to talk your problems with someone. They always giving you the best comfort words that making you feel wanted and worthy. As the days passed, you felt as if you were freed from chains, you felt as if the thorns were released from your chest, and you felt as if you were the happiest person alive in this cruel world. You were very thankful to the higher ups that they gave you this person which made you have the courage to be happy and to become motivated to everything.

As you stare at this person closely, you notice their little details—they were many actually. But a single detail captured your attention—their eyes. Their eyes made you feel that you are beautiful. Their eyes made you feel that you deserve the attention that they’re giving you. Their eyes made you feel that you are welcome to their presence. As you noticed those details, you felt something inside your chest—your heart is beating intensely.

As soon as you reflect, you found out that you’re in love with this person.

Or… are you really in love?

Months have passed and you put all the courage in yourself to finally say the words you wanted to say to this person. As you confessed your feelings to them, they surprisingly reciprocated to what you feel. That time, you cannot describe the emotions you were feeling. It was a such a joyous day for you.

It was your first relationship. Everything went well, they gave you what you need, they made you feel secure, they gave you all the words of affirmations that you needed to hear, they gave you presents, they gave you comfort, they were always beside you, you spent almost of your day with them—they made you feel that you are worthy of being loved. Surprisingly, they can do all the love languages and you were very satisfied and happy.

As the months passed, everything was okay until you noticed something. Something was wrong with the person you love. You cannot say it but your intuition sees it. But then, you ignored your instinct and told yourself that you were being delusional.

 But as the days passed, your intuition might be right—because you can already see that facts using your eyes. The person you loved wasn’t in their sanity—as if they were being possessed by an evil spirit. You saw them drinking alcohol for almost two weeks straight and of course, that was not healthy. You heard that they were skipping their work, but not only that—you noticed that their eyes don’t spark like how they were used to be. As you analyze further their situation, you concluded something.

I can see my old self with them.

“I love you.” They told you as they kissed the back of your hand. Before, you would feel butterflies in your stomach after hearing such beautiful phrase. But this time, it’s different.

“Are you okay?” you asked them. They nodded. But deep down, you know they weren’t okay.

You asked for space and they gave it to you.

You went into solitude and reflect. You dug into deeper level of your consciousness to remember all the things that you have done with them. As you remember all of them, you noticed only one thing—they always gave you all the things that lacked before you met them. Assurance, comfort, being understood, security, presence, words of affirmations, name it. You asked them something, they would immediately give them to you. You were showered with benefits came from them, but looked how the things turned out in their point of view.

Am I draining you?

As the days went passed, you finally able to make a right decision. You went to see them and told them that you want to cut off the connection you had with them. They asked you why, but you just said that you weren’t in love with them in the first place and you just took them for granted. Surprisingly, the person didn’t react to all of the words you just said, instead, they hugged you and kissed your forehead.

Perhaps, they can sense that I’m lying.

 You walked away from them. As you walk towards to a new beginning, tears fell from your eyes.

 I, therefore, cannot love you if I cannot even love myself.

You sighed and closed your eyes for a while. Although, all those bittersweet moments already belong to the past, you’re still very thankful that you met that person. After all, they’re the reason why you decided to move for a better change—they’re the reason why you started to love yourself and see good things in everything.

 Our ending might be tragic but I’m very thankful that I met you, my beloved.

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Degree of Fancy

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X Catherine Valentine

Characters: Ethan, Catherine, OH friend group

Category: Alternate Universe

Genre: Fluff, a sprinkle of angst

Word count: 1K+

Premise: Catherine learns the reason for Ethan's zero social battery. Ethan realizes he has someone to rely on.

A/N: Enjoy if you can! Drop a like if you feel like it, it always makes a writer happy! ❤️

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Catherine woke up at 6.00 in the morning, brushing her tousled hair back as she brushed her teeth.

It was Ethan's birthday, and Catherine was determined to make it special.

She couldn't cook, for the sake of the world, but she decided to bake a cake for him.

Getting to work, she baked three small chocolate cheesecakes.

Smiling proudly at her work, she took out a sticky note, scribbled that she'd be at Ethan's for his birthday, and after sticking it to the kotechen counter, she slipped out of the house.

Ethan lived two houses away, and Catherine had no problem finding his coordinate.

She rang the bell, and immediately came face to face with a man. He looked at her kindly and asked "Can I help you?"

Catherine nodded. "Is this Ethan's house?"

The man smiled. "Yes. I assume you're his friend?"

Catherine cleared her throat, but nodded. "I wanted to surprise him on his birthday."

The light in the man's eyes flickered ever so slightly, but he let Catherine in.

Upon reaching Ethan's room, she saw the door was slightly open.

Pushing it open, she saw Ethan at his desk, studying.

She gaped. Who studied on their birthday?

But seeing Ethan's outfit made her stifle a giggle. He was wearing cream teddy pajamas and looked absolutely adorable.

Coughing slightly, she stepped into the room.

"What is-" Ethan turned around and froze. An uneasy flush covered his face.

Before she could react, he was up from his seat, shooting an embarrassed glare at her. But there was some uneasiness behind his eyes.

Catherine laughed. "Teddy PJs?"

Ethan made a face. "Who invited you?"

Catherine frowned. "There's no need to be so rude. I just came to give you a birthday gift. Happy Birthday."

Ethan looked furious. "I don't celebrate birthdays."

"What kind of grump are you? Your mum is gonna hear about this."

Catherine didn't mean it seriously, but she could see she had hit a chord, for his eyes welled up and he looked away.

Shit. She did not just make the birthday boy cry.

"Hey, uh, I'm sorry."

"Get out."

"Ethan, I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry."

"But I meant what I said. Get. Out."

Catherine sighed. Her brain yelled at her to leave, but her guts screamed no.

She put the bag of cakes down, and walked up to him.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong."

Ethan looked furious. "I hate you. Go away. You're not wanted."

Just then, the man who had opened the door appeared.

"That is no way to talk to anyone, Ethan. Apologize immediately."

"But Dad, she-"

"I don't want to hear anything. I've heard the last bit of the conversation, and I think I've heard enough."

He glared at Mr. Ramsey before throwing a sorry at Catherine, who nodded, feeling taken aback.

"Now, I think you owe this young lady the truth."

At that, Ethan got up, throwing his hands in the air furiously. "No way, Dad. She talks too much."

Catherine felt hurt. Getting up, she tapped Ethan on the shoulder.

"I'm going. Have a good birthday. I'm sorry I was a nuisance. Goodbye."

Before Mr. Ramsey could stop her, Catherine had shot him a small smile and rushed away, feeling the tears nearby.

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Ethan's POV

The bag of cakes remained on the table. Ethan sat down on the bed, breathing heavily.

He stared at his hands, trying to calm down, when it suddenly hit him. Catherine never knew his history. Everything she had said had no motive to hurt him intentionally.

The wounds of his mother's abandonment were still raw. Maybe that's why that comment had hurt him so much.

But he knew he had been wrong. Terribly wrong.

He exhaled deeply.

Turning to the bag of cakes, he hesitantly took it out.

Three small chocolate cheesecakes were in a cute glass container, wrapped with red ribbon and a small note attached to it.

He flipped open the note:

Happy Birthday, Grumpsey.

Here's to many more years of happiness and joy.

Oh, great. He'd done a wonderful job by driving her away.

Sighing, he got up, deciding to apologize to her in school.

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Catherine sighed. That hadn't gone as planned. Worse, instead of making him crack a smile, she'd almost made him cry.

She felt low, and had half a mind to skip school.

But in the end, she did decide to go to school.

If anything, she'd apologize for making him upset.

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The bell rang for recess and Ethan slipped away.

Catherine managed to follow him amongst the throng of students, and found him go into the school garden and sit down under a weeping ash tree.

"Hey, Ethan."

Looking at her, Ethan got up quickly.

"I'm sorry for behaving like that."

Catherine laughed bitterly. "It's okay. I'm sorry for making you upset as well."

Ethan's eyes widened.

"Don't worry, you won't have to deal with me anymore. I'll ask Lucas Sir to change our seats."

With that, she turned to leave, but a hand grabbed her wrist.

"Wait! I, uh, no. Don't."

"Why? You hate me."

"You're uhh..less of a nuisance as compared to the rest."

Catherine glared at him.

"Let me go."

"Not until you say you're not gonna change seats."

"Why? So you can hurt me more? It's only been two days, Ethan. You didn't have to be so cold."

Ethan dropped her hand.

"I need to tell you something. Let's sit down."

They made themselves comfortable under the weeping ash, and Catherine raised her eyebrows.

"Well?"

"Okay, so, when I was 11, my mum left. Abandoned me. Told us she wanted to be free. Basically, I was a burden. And then, my dad became a laughing stock for the police, who had been requested to search for her. I became a motherless child at school. Mothers' Day activities, the science exhibitions, bake sales, people would send me pitying glances. I can't bring myself to be open to anyone. Not after the person who was supposed to stay with me throughout abandoned me."

By the time he was done, Ethan could feel tears pricking the back of his eyes.

Oh dear Lord, no. He wasn't gonna cry.

Suddenly, he became aware of his body being encircled by two arms in a warm hug.

Getting to feel physical affection after almost four years made Ethan feel overwhelmed.

He didn't complain, turning to Catherine and leaning into the embrace.

They stayed like that for two minutes, before Catherine broke the embrace.

Leaning back, she smiled tenderly as she saw the emotions swirling in his eyes.

"Get up, we have to celebrate your birthday in the cafeteria. Our friends must be waiting."

"You mean YOUR friends. Also, thank you for the gift. It was lovely."

Catherine grinned. "Okay, Grumpsey, let's go."

"Who're you calling Grumpsey? Valentine, come back right now!"

But Catherine had already rushed away to the cafeteria.

Shaking his head, Ethan raced after her, a small smile playing on his lips.

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"Happy Birthday Ethan!"

The cafeteria shouted as soon as Ethan stepped foot into the room.

Ethan tried to smile, fighting hard to push back the raw memories of celebrating his birthday with his mum.

He stared at the cake. It was beautiful.

"Courtesy of Sienna, Ethan." Catherine smiled.

Seeing him overwhelmed, Catherine laughed, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

He cut the cake, and Elijah and Sienna shouted in unison, "Make a wish!"

Jackie snickered, and Aurora stifled a laugh.

Normally, Ethan would have rolled his eyes at making a wish, but now, he'd do anything to have his mother back.

He knew he was being illogical, but that didn't stop him from wishing his mother to be back with him.

Catherine thought she knew what Ethan had wished for, and sure enough, when they had eye contact, everything passed through them in an unspoken understanding.

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It had been two days since Ethan's birthday, and life had been perfect to Catherine.

She was reading a book by the school garden, having arrived an hour early, when Ethan's voice interrupted her.

"Morning! You come to school early as well?"

Catherine looked up and waved. "G'morning, and no, I don't. I just came so I could finish this in peace. My sister won't let me read in peace, for some reason."

Ethan laughed.

"What about you, Grumpsey? Why are you early?"

Ethan flushed.

"I just don't like staying at home anymore."

Catherine felt a pang in her heart, and putting the book down, she walked up to him and hugged him.

He sniffled ever so slightly, tightly embracing her as he buried his face in her shoulder.

They broke apart, and Ethan wanted to give it a shot.

No matter the risk, he wanted to try. Maybe it would work out?

He nervously cleared his throat.

"I know this is very sudden, but, would you like to hang out with me?"

A teasing glint appeared in Catherine's eyes. "You mean, a date?"

Ethan's adorable flush was more than enough answer, and Catherine burst out laughing.

Ethan made a face. "Whatever."

"I'd like to 'hang out', Grumpsey."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Stop calling me that."

Catherine giggled. "Call you what, Grumpsey?"

Sighing, he shook his head. "You know what, never mind. I don't even know why I bother."

Catherine chuckled.

"So...are you free tomorrow?"

Catherine nodded.

"Do you like ice skating?"

Catherine shook her head, but her eyes were shining. "I've always wanted to learn."

"Great, then. Let's go to the skating rink after school."

"That'd be lovely. Thanks, Ethan."

Ethan nodded, blushing ever so slightly as he threw her a small smile.

"See you in class, Catherine."

"See you around!"

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Was it rushed? Yes.

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I had to, lol. I need to. Cute Ethan is what I live for.

Next fic features an ice skating date, as y'all must have figured out 🥰

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[inamizaki]

life is but scattered light

     The end of the world wasn't quite like I pictured in my head. Throughout my relatively short life, I’ve spent a lot of time imagining how everything would end– maybe by a giant flood, an extraterrestrial invasion to which humans are helpless against, or perhaps by an asteroid collision once again. But now that I’m living through the last days of Earth, it’s more impressive than terrifying how different the end would be. It's not as eventful as those depicted in movies, not by a natural catastrophe nor by a war against an unknown species. There was no reason, nor was there an explanation. 

         Today is laundry day. I decided to use the washing machine near the window. It was the one I had put cartoon stickers on when I was a kid, running around my family’s coin laundromat. I brush my fingertips against the aged stickers. Some of them have been peeled off by bored customers. Some of them remained, with their colors not as bright as they used to be. Childhood memories flash into my mind, and it makes me smile. A collection of stories and places and people make up what is called the “past”, and yet the past and all of those that make up who I am will simply disappear as the world ends. It’s an amusing idea, I think. I load my clothes into the washing machine and press some buttons. It begins to hum. 

       Surprisingly, there was no chaos. No one broke store windows in broad daylight, no crimes ran rampant on the streets, no worldwide disorder. It seemed that people were able to come to terms with the end. Maybe most have been anticipating it all this time. Many went back to their hometowns to be with their families, but overall everyone spent their last days going about as usual, as if going through the everyday motions calmed them from thinking about the inevitable end. Or perhaps there were those who did not know that the world was ending. Maybe they did not care.

I peek outside through the window. The numbers in the sky continued counting down.

    I walk towards the glass door and flip the signage. Closed, it now read. The old radio on top of one of the washing machines was playing a melancholic song. It echoed throughout the empty laundromat. This morning, after the announcer bade a heartfelt sign off, the radio station had been playing calm piano pieces. They seem to be fitting for the end of the world, I think. After putting down my keys on the table, I sit on one of the plastic chairs outlooking the empty street. I slump into my seat and look out the large glass window. Beside an iron bench was a stray dog, soundly sleeping. Peaceful. Unaware. The sun is setting for the last time on Earth. It bids goodbye to the planet with a soft tint of orange hues, as if it is giving me a warm hug. To thank me for my stay. To bid goodbye one last time. To say that maybe we’ll meet again in the next cycle of life, should there be one. The old radio has stopped playing its last melancholic song and is now producing a soft static noise which hummed in harmony with the washing machine at the back.

     I notice that the large building in the distance is now gone. It was the old shopping center I always went to. On my free days, I went there with my friends to eat at different restaurants with the goal of eating at every single one. When I was alone, however, I mostly ate at the small homey diner, always ordering my favorite on the menu. During one of the quieter nights at the diner, I wondered if I loved the taste of the meal or just the fact that it was filling for a decent price. There were times when my workmates invited me to go bowling. I found it fun, even though I never learned how to properly throw the ball. It always ended up in the gutter, but the cheerful laughs of my colleagues brushed away the frustration. The shopping center was also the place where I loved going to the most during the Christmas season, because the plaza in the middle was filled with decorations and strings of lights. The sense of nostalgia I got from looking at them always overwhelmed me. 

     Now the building is gone, along with the diner, the bowling alley, the plaza– all the memories of the past, leaving nothing for the nonexistent future.

     One by one, the objects outside slowly disappeared. The streetlights. The iron bench. The dog that was once asleep. They faded away, as if they were made of light and code, nothing but empty holograms being deleted by their creator. 

     The humming of the washing machine gradually came to a halt. Slowly, the other washing machines lined up against the wall started to disappear just like those objects outside. The washing machines that watched me grow up, that saw me as I went out the glass door of the laundromat, that washed my clothes through different phases of my life, they all faded away one by one. 

       I walk towards the window and look up at the sky again. It is time. I take one last look at the once empty street before me. Everything is white, quiet, as if a thick fog has enveloped the city.  The static of the old radio is now gone. Perhaps this is the most peace the Earth has ever gotten.

I feel myself fading. I feel light, as if I was floating, drifting away. There is no feeling of dread nor anxiety. One last time, I think about the misfortunes that happened in my past, all the memories I’ve always wanted to erase from my mind, all the people I wish I never met– they no longer exist. Nothing and no one will be left to remember me, and I realize that it’s alright. The past has been erased. The future remains uncertain, should there be one. My thoughts are now silent, and I finally feel at peace. Soon, I won’t exist. I breathe out for the last time. My vision begins to blur. Then everything goes black.

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[wishbonesthings]

Time flies.

I've been dreaming about you for 14 years. All I have now are fragmented memories of you. I can't even recall your face. Today, I'm standing in the same spot where you and I first met. I had no idea it was such a beautiful day until all of us became memories. I continue to call your name, but I know it is inaudible. We come from different dimensions. And it irritates me to no end.

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[0x1addictsong]

What Love can cause♡

Note : The story is based on imagination and is a pure fiction. Kind of yandere.

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There he was, standing near the pole staring straight in her brown eyes, looking at her every moves, melting everytime she smiles, holding the urge to not cross the line, to not run to her and fall in her arms. It's the way she makes him fall for her everytime, he just can't deny the fact that he's already in love, and the love's becoming deeper and deeper everytime he looks at her. She made him realise what love can cause, what affect love can have on him, what her voice can do to him. For him she was what heaven looks like.

He had this view point of Love that she changed eventually, she changed it by just smiling at him. He thought of love as a choice, that you can't get attached to a person until you want, you can only fall for a person if you're willing to. It's all planned. It's a choice not a coincidence. But what happened to him was something out of control. He couldn't help but fall for her. And even if it's a choice which he used to believe then he loves what he chose.

The sight infront of him is making him eager to hold her, even if it's meant for one time, he wants her close. He wants to embrace her and hide her from the world, cuz he thinks that the people out there may hurt her, they may bring danger to her. And just the thought of her in a trouble sends shiver down his body.

He was reckless in the people's eyes and maybe his too. But she made him felt like a lover. A lover who can protect her, a lover who can take care of her. A lover who can make her feel butterflies in her stomach just like she did. The cold breeze in the mid October made her shiver, causing her to rub her arms by her palms. The wind caressing her red flushed cheeks and her squinting her eyes with a pure form of beauty. And all he could do was stand there admiring her from afar. But who knew that his love will slowly become his addiction without even him realising it.

"I'll make you mine soon, dear."

The moment she felt eyes on her, she looked behind her, finding no one there she starts sketching again. From some days the comfort this place used to give her seemed lost, she always felt a pair of eyes looking at her, she felt unsafe. Somehow she shrugged it off thinking it's just her overthinking self. She looked in front of her sighing heavily, the river looked so peaceful, the view alone made her forget about her worries, it relieved her stress. But again she felt uncomfortable, and this time she decided not to ignore it. Standing up from the bench she took all of her belongings and started to walk towards her house.

Walking down the street, she felt as if someone was following her, it made her shiver a little. She turned around still finding no one. Her worry started increasing with every step she took. Her heart started racing and she started to jog a little by feeling a shadow from behind. She could feel it, she could feel someone too close to her, she even started to feel a hot breath on her neck. Just as she thought about it, her whole life was rewinding in front of her teary eyes, she didn't want to die like this without even achieving her dreams.

Before she could fasten up her speed anymore, she felt a cloth pressing on her lower face. She tried to get out of the "still unknown person's" grip but she was already feeling drained by running too much. Tears running out of her eyes non stop, she started wiggling her legs but all in vain. Before the darkness appeared in front of her eyes, she saw his face too close to her trying to say something in her ears. She felt his words pierced through her skin before the chloroform rendered her unconscious.

"I'm gonna protect you from this dangerous world."

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