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➳the girl in the lilac dress ♠ ♡
in which y/n meets fred's ex-girlfriend, days after fred confessed his love for her. there's still some confusion on the status of their relationship. angst -> fluff. narrated by you, y/n l/n.
fred weasley x fem!reader
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tw: angst (not too bad though), mean words, blood, mentions of auror missions, kidnapping, needles, st mungo's
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ft. hermione, lee and alicia
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you
I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you
the girl in the lilac dress
i was in a good mood. on the way to work to receive my mission, i was humming a song that had just come out. it was catchy and worth the wait.
out of the corner of my eye, a lilac colour appeared suddenly. strange, i thought. it approached me, in the form of a beautiful woman. she had the lightest grey eyes and the smoothest milky-white skin, and the shiniest locks of dark brown hair. she walked in a flowy lilac gown, her slim model-like body walking in a model-like fashion.
i was pretty sure she wasn't headed towards me, but when her luxurious voice said "good morning" in the calmest tone possible to me, i looked at her confusedly.
"hi!" i replied brightly, smiling.
she smiled sinisterly, "my name is pretoria aphrodite, i'm fred's ex-girlfriend."
he hadn't ever mentioned an ex, but i knew he had dated quite a few people. she made me seem like a glass of water next to a glass of red wine, naive and ugly. i was those two things anyway.
"oh! i'm y/n l/n! nice to meet you, you do seem like a daughter of aphrodite," i said politely.
"darling, all women are daughters of aphrodite. i understand fred's interested in you?"
she observed me and i laughed.
"i don't think that's quite the word. he's my best friend."
"friends with benefits?"
"oh gosh no! i don't really know where we stand, honestly."
"bitter about it?"
i thought for a second, "nah, i couldn't be. love's a hard thing."
"it is, indeed, and you work for the ministry?"
i nodded, "head of the auror office. what about you?"
"i model for witch weekly."
i gasped, "you're the p. aphrodite? i should've known!"
"big fan?" she looked amusedly at me.
"my friends are, so naturally i am."
"you don't seem the type fred usually goes for."
"i wouldn't say he's even going for me," i said cautiously.
"you are much too cutesie for his type."
i glanced up at her. she was smiling kindly.
"pfft, but better cutesie than nothing, amirite?" i asked friendlily, "well it's been nice to talk with you, but i gotta hurry!"
"no worries, i'll come with you, i have some business at the ministry too. have you seen his past exes?"
"uhh, not really?"
"well they're all models for one magazine or another."
"oh, okay. and that's important because...?" i asked her carefully.
"i just thought you should know."
i laughed, "i'm not model material, am i? i don't mind at all."
she looks taken aback. "i would say, with longer hair," she plucked a hair out of my poor mess of locks, "and a shorter upper body, with perhaps lip fillers, you'd look model-like."
her tone was analysing and not at all attacking.
"only three things??" i asked, shocked.
"you are rather... pretty already," she mused, "not model-like, but cute."
we had reached the ministry.
"thanks, see you later!" she waved and disappeared.
all that was left was a buzzing fly which soon flew away.
i immediately dialled in my auror code in the red telephone box and was sent into hermione granger's office.
"'mione! how good to see you!" i hugged her.
"hello y/n!"
in the ministry and the auror department, the head of the auror office was probably more important than the minister for magic. i didn't know why. she had brought me a cup of hot chocolate.
"thanks, 'mione, you didn't need to. what's the mission today?"
"two babies are being held hostage in a coded location by a person who calls themselves the light lord. dark lord, light lord, y'know?" she handed me a coded piece of parchment.
i thoughtfully pondered, "the light lord. who do you need?"
"i was hoping you go on this mission, then you could give me some news on this light lord person."
"that's doable. we'll need to bring in hepole and a ministry official to negotiate passports and such. and a strong auror team."
"right on it. i'll get wally becker and charlotte-ann becker. they're a force to be reckoned with on the borders."
"how much experience?"
"they're twins, been doing this for about fifty years now."
"perfect. and hepole?"
"on the way."
"thanks, minister," i winked at her, getting out my telephone and dialling the disguise unit.
"hello, poplinn speaking."
"pop, we need a few disguises. light lord."
"miss l/n! o-of course!"
"and pop?"
"y-yeah?"
"call me y/n."
i hung up, dialling harry's office.
"harry, call draco and be in my office in ten minutes. i don't care what business he's doing with scorpius, we've got babysitters here. light lord, perhaps a second of voldemort."
"of course."
i picked up the ringing phone that was in the corner of hermione's office.
"y/n, me and scorpy are having a zoo day, we're at the muggle zoo you suggested."
"sorry dray, but it's important."
"there's no one else?"
"there are others, but we need your expertise."
there was a pause, "i won't need to show my dark mark?"
"it's fading anyway. no."
"i'll be paid?"
"in hundreds."
"how old are the children?"
"2 and 4," hermione said.
the silence told me he was sold.
"i'll be there."
i picked up the big microphone and said, "auror unit 156 to the brief room. no need to bring anything. see you there!"
"good luck," hermione grimly said, "be safe, head."
"mhm and cup o' coffee tomorrow? if i survive, that is," i grinned.
"'course."
i smiled, "c'ya!"
she was shaking her head.
"oi, no disappointment, 'mione! i was the one who got the ministry out of paperwork!"
"burning paper doesn't count, y/n."
"it wasn't burning paper, hermione granger, it was arson."
"no, it was the saddest form of arson i've ever seen."
"hey! that's rude."
"just go on your mission already."
i laughed, "on it, minister. kalle?"
kalle looked at me, "yes?"
"tell miss minister to take a break and play a game or something, will you?"
she smiled, "okay."
"give my thanks to your mother too, loved the cookies!"
"alright, good luck, head!"
"thanks, bye!"
i apparated to the brief room, where everyone was strapped into special camouflage clothes.
i handed hepole the parchment and immediately began briefing the unit, harry and draco, on the mission.
"please be safe out there. if you're injured, apparate or travel back here, okay?"
i looked at hepole.
he cleared his throat, "they're in albania. the forest there."
"okay. harry and draco will provide attacking forces," the two nodded.
"i want lopex, quentin blake, quentin grill and hilly to break into any establishment," i say to the team, "and eron, hawks, melv, argonas to hold the offender hostage. johnathan, team healer as always. i'll take the children. hepole, you come and accompany us till the forest, then you have my permission to stay back, and beckers, stay invisible with the cloak, write a report for the minister when you come back, understand? have faith, team! i believe in you. we travel by apparition with the machine in three minutes. call your family, chat, have a snack, drink some water, and relax."
i picked up my telephone and dialled my parents.
"hi mum, dad, i'm going on a mission!"
"alright, be safe sweetie," my mum called.
"yeah, don't die kiddo," my dad added.
"right right, i love you, bye!"
the mission was successful. we rescued the children and sent the kidnapper to trial for azkaban. i escaped with a gash on my forearm, but quickly fixed it up with a spell. it ended late in the evening, so the team healer had gone home. the wound kept opening again, but i wasn't sure if it needed stitches.
putting everything away and making sure the aurors were okay, i headed back to the apartment i shared with fred.
i felt emotionally and physically drained, ready to enjoy a good shower and a good late dinner.
when i fiddled with the key to the door and opened it, my heart absolutely stopped.
pretoria aphrodite was kissing fred passionately. i felt my heart fall ten thousand flights of stairs in disappointment. of course. i was all a rebound who was pathetically in love with him.
when they stopped and saw me, pretoria smirked and fred stood up, astounded.
"uhh, continue? sorry," i apologised awkwardly.
"wait, y/n, it's not what it looks like-" he said.
"i don't mind, be safe," i smiled, too tired and too weak to do anything, closing the door and feeling tears well up in my eyes as i took my bag and myself somewhere. anywhere away from this all. my wound burned. i cursed under my breath as i made my way to st mungo's.
"y/n, you should have come here earlier!" yvonne, my friend, says, as she slowly injects a needle into me, "it's infected! and it needs stitches."
i laughed, "everything needs stitches. this is why i didn't become a healer, yvonne."
she shook her head in dismay.
"lol."
i watched the needle go in.
then she stitched the bloody mess of a wound up, cleaning it gently.
"now i can't stay, y/n," i pouted, "no, don't give me that face, i have other patients."
i nodded, "thanks yvonne."
"no problems. take care. you're too reckless."
"am not!"
she laughed. "that's funny."
after the trip to st mungo's which was pretty short, i wondered what to do. my mind kept floating to the scene i had just witnessed.
i was just the stupid, stupid, girl he used as a rebound. he didn't even use me as a real rebound, just someone who was simply infatuated with him to help him forget his unforgettable ex.
looking at a shop window, i caught a glimpse of myself. i hated being insecure but it happened.
i looked ugly. eyes too small, nose too big, lips not full enough. my thighs touched and i didn't have abs. i had a long gash running down my forearm, surrounded by other cuts. my hair was messy and disgusting. compared to the angel on earth pretoria was, i was nothing. small and plain was nothing when luxurious and beautiful was present.
and it hurt. my heart hurt. my head hurt.
i shook my head gently of my thoughts, chuckling bitterly.
fred weasley was completely and utterly out of my league.
whatevs, i thought. hurting was fine.
deciding to get over him once and for all, i bought some groceries and apparated to the doorstep of lee and alicia's glamorous cottage.
i knocked twice on the door. "hellooo!" i called out.
"baby, can you get that?" lee asked alicia.
alicia opened the door, smiling as she saw me.
"hey ali!"
"hi! come in!"
at first glance i could tell she knew something wrong.
"can i sleep here tonight? and take a shower? and eat some of your food please guys? and maybe steal a shirt i left here for safekeep? and maybe use your telephone? i'm really sorry for troubling you, so i got you guys snacks."
i was the second cousin by marriage of lee. it was good overall, but he was super naughty.
"snacks?"
"your favourites."
"then i guess you can," he said cheekily and i laughed.
"alicia, i don't know how or why you ended up with this child, but i'm glad you did," i told her and she laughed heartily.
"he's cute, isn't he?"
"no," i quickly stepped into the guest bedroom and took a long shower, letting a few tears slip but not enough so that it looked like it. i was subtle.
i bundled up in heavy clothing and wrapped my hair in a towel.
gingerly, i bandaged the wound.
by the snores in the other room, lee was asleep. i crept out quietly, going to cook something.
alicia was sitting down, with my favourite comfort meal prepared. i felt tears of appreciation well up in my eyes.
"thank you, ali, i love you."
"you damn well do."
we both giggled.
"what happened?" she asked me.
"nothing. i just wanted a change."
"from fred? liar. i'll ask again. what happened, y/n?"
"just a long mission, that's all."
"after long missions you usually watch movies with fred."
"couldn't i visit my best friend and my cuz?"
"you visit us on weekends. it's a friday."
"well i wanted to visit you!"
"bullshit."
"is it that hard to believe?"
"what the fuck did fred do to you?"
"nothin'?"
"c'mon y/n, you have to tell me. there's a reason why you didn't go to angie and george's tonight."
"i went here because they're super kissy. you guys have space and act normally. i appreciate that."
"you're awesome at lying."
"i'm not lying!"
"does this happen to involve pretoria aphrodite?"
i nodded, sighing, "she's so nice and pretty." i played with my food.
"i bumped into her. she's pretty, but not nice."
"oh?"
"she called me fiercely ugly. she forgot i model for witch weekly too."
"what did you say back?"
"i told her to fuck off."
i laughed, "she was very nice to me. but next time i see her imma kill her."
"of course she was nice to you, you're a lil angel! anyway, she's an animagus, didya know?"
"whoa how did you know?"
"caught her in a jar. she's a fly. who do you think told hermione to catch rita skeeter in the jar?"
i laughed, "rita skeeter is a beetle! gosh, she's annoying."
"what did fred and pretoria do?"
"nothing."
"please tell me?"
"they-" i swallowed, "they were kissing, and so i came here because i didn't wanna watch anymore."
"hang on, he told you he loved you a few days ago?"
i nodded.
"that doesn't seem right."
i shrugged, "pretoria's better than me. i don't blame him."
"his mother would kill him!"
i shrugged again, "i don't think he was legit when he said that."
"molly weasley, y/n!"
"look, he can explain it to you, i don't even wanna hear it. the first stage of mourning is denial, they say."
"doesn't mean it's good."
"denial is awesome. it's ignorance, but you choose to be stupid. i'm already so stupid!" i groaned, covering my face with my hands, "so so so so so so so stupid, foolish, dumb, and i don't want you to tell me i'm not because i know i am. pathetic."
i gobbled down the rest of the meal, "ths 's delicous," i said, swallowing, "g'night!"
"don't be afraid to let it all out."
"yeah."
i shut the door softly, before brushing my teeth and collapsing exhaustedly on the bed, nodding off quickly.
the next day, i woke at 4am, and put on new clothes, apparating to the phone box and filling out paperwork for the missions yesterday.
i joined hermione quickly, handing her a cappucino and sipping my mocha.
"court sitting this early?" she asked me.
i nodded, "mistake of sirius black, now they do all court sittings within 24 hours of arrest."
"that's smart."
"yeah. it's good. he's obviously guilty right? just a dust of veritaserum to bring it all out?"
"i reckon he'll just confess."
"criminals don't go down easily."
"you guys did a spotting job. the children were unharmed."
"are they here today?"
"they're in st mungo's. being monitored."
"parents?"
"dead."
"oh gosh, those poor children. what's going to happen to them?"
"someone's adopting them, wally becker and his wife."
"that's awesome."
the court hushed as we entered the room. hermione and i shared amused glances and began the sitting.
he was found to be guilty and was chucked in azkaban.
"what an idiot, sending a message like that."
"yup," i chuckled, "what with hepole in our ministry, they never escape."
we laughed.
"how's everything with ron?" i asked her.
"i don't know if he's still into me?"
i almost laugh at her statement, "bro. of course he is."
"i never see him."
"then see him more!"
"how? i'm so busy!"
"busy enough for ron?" we both took sandwiches from the canteen lady with courteous smiles and words.
we sat down at the cafeteria.
"i guess not, but he's busy!"
"busy enough for you?"
"i guess not."
"'xactly."
"but he might not wanna go on a date."
"why? the boy's obsessed with you, 'mione!"
the aurors and ministry workers looked at us in fear as i rose up. i chuckled.
i immediately skipped over to the telephone, putting in the WWW's number.
"y/n! what on earth are you doing?" hermione said in a panicked tone.
"nothing to be worried 'bout."
"hello?" it was george. i thanked the heavens for that.
"yolo george, give the phone to your lil bro please."
"'kay."
hermione was gaping at me. i smirked at her.
"y/n?"
"hey ron, i want you to meet me in rosemary park at 5pm today."
"o-okay."
"could you also bring hermione's favourite snacks and wear an extra jumper?"
"what? why?"
"i'm curious, that's all," i said, "see you there!"
"is that y/n?" i heard fred's voice.
"nup, it isn't," i replied.
and with that, i hung up.
"hey 'mione?"
she was glaring at me, "what."
"meet me at rosemary park at 5pm?" i batted my eyelashes at her, before bursting out in laughter.
she laughed, "i love you."
"pfft, love ya too. you really are too careful. like he would reject you."
"what do you think i should wear?"
"let's go off work early today, at 3," i suggested, "we're both on top of our work anyway."
"okay! you wanna go now?"
"it's 11?"
"yeah!"
"alrighty! kalle!"
kalle turned to us, "yes?"
"hi! me and minister are going out to talk about the mission."
"alright, bye."
we apparate to hogsmeade.
"what theme do you wanna go for?"
"hmm," she thought for a second, "floral!"
"alrighty!" i fumbled for my cell phone and dialled the WWW's again.
"hello?" it was fred this time.
"heyo freddie," i said to him like nothing had ever happened, "tell ron to dress up at 5 pm in something cute but not too out there, preferably in florals or somethin', and he better bring me hermione's favourite flowers."
"wha? if he's going with you then- ohhhh."
"thanks, bye."
"wait!"
"mhm?"
"can we talk?"
"erm- about what exactly?"
"everything."
i sighed, "later, okay? i'm out with hermione and you've got work."
"okay. have a good time, lovely."
"you too."
i was utterly confused. here he was one day kissing pretoria, and now he was calling me lovely?
what the hell was going on?
"let's go, mione!"
we went and bought her a pretty pink dress with white lilies adorning it. it was cute and definitely casual, sort of like a sundress.
"what if he doesn't come?" hermione chewed on her lip.
"hermione jean granger, we both know that ron is absolutely definitely a thousand times head over heels in love with you. he wouldn't ditch you for the world! and look at you! anyone can see he's lucky to have you! you both are star-crossed. when has he ever ever ditched you?"
"with lav brown."
"lavender, she's, she's dead, hermione," i said carefully, "fenrir greyback bit her to death. it was a tragic, heroic, death. she was listed in the extended casualties sent to my office a few months after the battle. i think she's watching down on us from wherever she is up there."
"she's dead?"
"yeah," i replied sadly, "life is so short."
"yeah."
"what i'm tryna say, is that that might've happened, but it won't happen again now that he knows you love him and he loves you. understand?"
"yeah."
"and love him well, for the sake of lavender brown."
"for the sake of lavender brown," she said, smiling.
"yup, now, light lord. his name is actually pont knight."
"pont knight?"
"former assistant of me."
"pont knight?"
"yeah, i know right."
"how did he go again?"
"oh, i fired him," i laughed.
"why?"
"smart guy but terribly lazy and he kept asking for promotions! like please do something if you want money."
"interesting."
"he moved to eastern europe to chase after the trendiness of the islands. i think it was just an excuse. he's changed. he used to be clean-shaven and have the blondest hair."
"do you think he did anything else?"
"we did put him on veritaserum, right?"
"yeah, but it's illegal to put someone on it for more than 10 minutes now in court sittings."
"we could go visit him in azkaban later? i'll take gregir."
"yeah, maybe tomorrow or the day after?"
i nodded, "'course. today is a rest day for the aurors right?"
she nodded, "yeah, half of the agency is at home or working out in the gym."
"good. sometimes this work is so tolling, 'mione."
"yeah, i heard from st mungo's you got hurt?" her eyes were concerned.
i rolled up my sleeve, "that's it."
"that's it? what do you mean, that's terrible! you need to take better care of yourself."
"well sometimes it's hard to. it was worth it."
we continued chatting until it was 4:30.
"oop!" she checked her watch, "i have to go!"
"good luck! tell me how it goes, minister! i'll head back to check if anyone's called for you or me and dust it all up."
"thanks. i owe you."
"nah. i owe my job to you. if minister for magic didn't exist, i wouldn't either. i love you 'mione, be safe!"
"love you too!"
i apparated to the phone box and typed my letters in.
with a whoosh, i immediately spotted two letters and a beeping phone. i answered the phone, solving the problem of the woman on the other end of the line and scribbled a reply to both of the letters.
i finished the paperwork and sent it off, then visited my office. it was piling with letters. i answered all of them, redirecting some of them to different departments, before calling everyone back.
i spotted some of the aurors from yesterday's mission sitting in the cafeteria and talking.
i sat down next to them, "how are you guys doing? any injuries?"
they shook their heads, "we've been spending time in the healer's office and just exercising lightly by the orders of johnny," argonas explained and i nodded.
"take it lightly, and go home if you want to. seeing family always helps the process, hopefully not too many nightmares?"
they laughed, "nightmares all the time, miss," hawk said lightly, "get used to it in this job."
i frowned, "have you tried speaking to doctor yvonne? she might have ways to solve nightmares."
"ahh, miss, sleeping draughts can only do so much," hawk replied cordially.
i laughed, "alright, hawkeye, but just make sure you're not getting traumatised okay? what about you, lopex, quentins?"
they shrugged.
"it's okay? the door was very hard to bust into," lopex said quietly, "we had to try several bombarding charms."
"now, lop, it was easy work!" draco said, sitting down, "hello, head auror, hello unit."
it brought on a cacophony of greetings.
"how are you doing, dray?" harry sat down next to him, "hi everyone!"
we all replied with more greetings and a steady conversation started and flowed for a couple of hours.
i felt my cell phone go off and i excused myself, noting it was 9pm already.
i apparated to the apartment doorstep, knocking on the door just in case anything was happening. i checked the caller id, it was hermione.
fred opened the door, hair messy, still good looking. i smiled at him, patting his shoulder as i ran to the ringing telephone and picked it up.
"y/n!" i could just hear the beam in hermione's voice.
"'mione! how did it go?"
"absolutely wonderful, head auror, ahhh, he's so cute!"
"what happened?" i asked, smiling already.
"well it was really cold when i saw the picnic blanket, which was matching my dress for some weird reason, and ron was there in the cutest button up and he looked so handsoME and he gave me a flower, he's always handsome but i just can't! ahhhh!" she squealed and i clapped my hands in excitement.
"and then i was shivering and he gave me hiS JUMPER and it smelled like him and oh my gosh i think i might just be in love, y/n!"
i giggled, "my cooling charm did work!"
"whaT y/n????"
cackling, i said, "continue, i wanna hear more this is so adorable!!!"
i ignored the dirty glance fred gave me, quietening my voice.
"and then we had food and he said he had cooked it himself and was being such a dear and i told him that i loved him over and over again!!!"
i squealed silently again.
"and, and, gosh my english has gone out of the window!"
"english is nothing compared to the language of love!!" i giggled.
"we watched the sunset whilst cuddling, and i fell asleep and then when i woke up i was in his bed and he was looking at me intently and i just, i'm the luckiest girl alive!"
"you are but you deserve it! that's so sweet! i'm happy for you goshhh, you are the cutest couple. you're both such darlings!"
"and then we watched a muggle movie and he got scared of the spiders and it was so adorable ahhhhHHHH!!!"
"that's the cutesttttt," i gushed.
another dirty look from fred. i gave him a frown back.
"and then he walked me home and it started raining and we kissed in the rain and another check off of my bucketlist and oh my gosh he's so perfect."
"oh gosh that's beautiful," i was smiling uncontrollably.
"anyway," her tone changed into one of mischief, "wanna meet up tomorrow to talk about it?"
"sure thing! when and where? i'll be there!"
"erm, lemme chec- think," i heard the suspicious rustling of papers.
"you're sus. let's just talk about it over the phone. i don't want anything weird."
"how about 10 am in the morning at the field of fireflies?"
"that's a highly romantic place, miss minister. isn't it for couples or something?"
"no? you must be talking about fiona farm."
oh. "yeah, probs, well okay, it better have good coffee. i'm dying of boredom too, does it have a playground??" i asked, hopefully crossing my fingers.
"nope."
"awww, shucks, i don't think i'll go then. you wanna come over though?"
"no please come! there's a surprise!"
i was sold, "lovely. i'll be there at 9:30!"
"no, no, don't do that."
"what the hell, hermione, you're being so suspicious!"
"i'm not, okay? just come on time, you won't regret it."
"if there's any funny business i'm not committing arson ever again."
"oh crap."
i sighed.
"just come anyway!!! good night cheerio!!!"
"what the-"
the line ended.
i frowned, noticing the glare fred gave me yet again.
"is everything okay??" i asked him.
"no," he said rudely.
"well, do you need any help?"
"no."
"how was your day?"
"fine."
i sighed, "okay."
"you called ron cute."
i laughed lightly, "that's it?? and so what's kissing a girl huh, nothing? i called him cute because he treats 'mione like a goddess, because she is a goddess, for goodness sake. and he is cute, in a completely objective way," i added absentmindedly, "all you weasleys are."
he frowned.
"she kissed me!"
"oh i don't mind, i couldn't. my two braincells can't handle it. you kiss whoever you wanna, okay? live, laugh, love, and all that." i smiled.
he was silent.
"and we can talk after i meet up with hermione, okay?"
"okay."
"we don't needa if you don't wanna, of course. g'night."
"have a nice sleep."
the next morning, i got up and went to the field of fireflies or whatever.
it was a beautiful place. it was a full on field. meadows stretched across the near english countryside. the sky was clear and light, and the world around me was stunning.
winds blew from all directions, and i soon found myself accio!ing a jumper.
"hermioneeee???" i called, "you're leaving me hanging."
had hermione stood me up? i chuckled at the very thought, soon rolling in the field of flowers as i laughed.
"hermione you devil you stood me up! you left your poor little work wife hanging!" i shouted dramatically.
i suddenly spotted a little house? by the side of the meadow.
i ran towards it.
"whoa."
it was absolutely magnificent. beige little bricks were stacked on top of each other, grey bricks dotted in. the shillings were dark green, and plants hung out everywhere in the cracks of the house.
large windows which reflected the blue light in the sky spanned across the whole house, and a single wooden door stood ajar.
i just wish i had brought a camera. i sat on the grass, playing with the hem of my jumper sadly. even hermione didn't have time for me. i wondered what a sad person i must seem like.
"contemplating life there?" i heard a far off voice. i swung my head around, seeing fred standing and grinning.
yeah well duh i was, no thanks to you, i thought.
i immediately got up.
"we can talk here, right?" fred asked, as he brought me into the house.
"wow," inside, it was cluttered and messy, with plants sprouting everywhere and bookcases and things everywhere. i loved it.
"you like it?" he asked.
"love it."
"good, because i bought it," he laughed at my flabbergasted expression, "i'm rich, darlin'. let's sit, i cooked lunch."
"was this your plan? to have hermione stand me up?" i asked.
"love, i wouldn't call this a plan. simply just a boy trying to explain himself."
"look i don't need an explanation. i told you, you can love whoever you wanna, i don't mind, i don't care, i support."
"but i'm gonna have to explain because i wanna kiss you."
"then go ahead," i sighed, "if you're lying i will stab you."
"jeesh okay."
i looked at him.
"oh yeah, i forgot the food, here," he said casually, handing me a plate filled with yummy looking delicacies. i was willing to put up with his rubbish story telling for the food, i guess.
"alright, i'm all ears."
"okay. so she talked with you right?"
i nodded.
"did she take a piece of hair from you?”
i nodded again.
"so you came home just right about when the night lights flicker on in london. or so i thought it was you. it was actually, aphrodite, yeah? in polyjuice potion. and she knocked on the door, which i thought was strange. i opened it and she immediately kissed me, as you. and it was weird but it was you and i would give the world to kiss you like that," he said bluntly and i could feel my face heating up, "and then it went like that for a few seconds and she turned into pretoria, and by then the woman had her claws on me. then the door opened and i knew i had made a mistake and then you left and apologised so sweetly. i'm so so sorry, my love, please, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to do anything. i broke up with her last year. i haven't wanted to be with her since. i want to be with you."
i looked at him. i knew he was genuine.
"okay. i'm sorry too, for not trusting you. i guess i was just really unsure of our relationship. it's still kinda blurry."
"what do you wanna be?"
"could we be official, please?"
he grinned, "of course."
then smiling sheepishly, he added, "can i kiss you now?"
"only if i'm the only girl you kiss from now on," i teased, smiling.
he blushed, placing my hands over his heart. it was beating very very fast.
"feel that, beautiful?"
i nodded.
"only you."
he gave me a cheesy grin and laughed at my blushing face, before tilting my head upwards and going in for a kiss but kissing my cheek.
"that's not fair!"
and that's how his head ended up falling into my lap, as i ran my fingers through his ginger strands.
he had fallen asleep just as the sunset began.
it was breathtaking. hues of orange and red danced across the sky.
"i can think of something a lot more beautiful than that," fred said, smiling.
"oh?"
"yeah. yeah."
"i don't believe you."
"that's because you can't see yourself right now."
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cheemerthelizard · 4 years
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Yellow Temperance (Kakyoin x reader)
This is an alternate route I could’ve taken with my story, Crusader of Life. Basically, the reader has a limited amount of time to tell Kakyoin how she feels before Polnareff and Avdol tell him for her, and today is the deadline. However, this Kakyoin is the fake Kakyoin, and when the reader figures that out... (Also the Stand I made up, Ace of Pentacles, has the power to duplicate life.)
Oh, dear. The final day before Polnareff and Avdol threatened to tell Kakyoin your feelings for him themselves, and you couldn’t bring yourself to even look him in the eyes. You were going to get train tickets with him, Jotaro, and Anne. Both you and Kakyoin were straggling behind the other two, which made it even harder to compile yourself.
Come on, you told yourself, you can do this! I know you can! Oh, no, he’s looking this way.
“Is something bothering you, (Y/N)?” Kakyoin asked. “You seem stressed.”
“Oh, uh,” you cracked, “n-no, nothing! Um, can I, can I talk to you? Like, in private?”
“Of course,” Kakyoin said, still cool and collected. That made you even more nervous. He quickly went into an alleyway and looked you in the eyes.
“So, what’s the matter?”
“I... I...” nothing was making this any easier. You tried not making eye contact. Then tired making eye contact. “You see, I...”
Eventually, you heard a little squeak come from your voice. “I kinda like you. A lot.”
“Really?” Kakyoin’s eyes sparkled when he said that.
“Yeah, really,” you blushed and smiled at the ground.
“Oh, that’s so sweet!” Kakyoin laughed. “It’s a shame I’m not the real Kakyoin.”
Your face immediately went dark. “What?” Soon, though, he had covered up your mouth, and was dragging you to an unknown place. You kicked and thrashed about, but his grip stayed tight.
“Unfortunately, I need to keep my identity hidden, so I’ll have to hide you while still looking like Kakyoin. No hard feelings.”
Hide you? What exactly did he mean by that? You soon figured out, as the fake Kakyoin put a gag on your mouth, tied your hands and feet up, and threw you in the trunk of his car.
“And before you try and use Ace of Pentacles to duplicate yourself and call for help, just remember that you’re in an already tight space, with barely enough room and oxygen for one person. Also, I’ll be driving my car to a very hidden area, so it’ll be a while before someone finds you, if they find you at all. I’d keep that in mind, if I were you.” Then, fake Kakyoin closed the trunk and started up his engine. After a few twists and turns (and painful head bumps), the car stopped, and the man closed the car door behind him.
“Help! Help!” You were trying to scream, but the gag cancelled out any noise. You had never known true panic until just now, while the heat in the trunk grew ever hotter, and you didn’t know how much oxygen the trunk would hold. You tried to tell yourself to stay calm, and to conserve your breath, but that barely did anything.
Then, a lightbulb sparked. Ace of Pentacles! Stands could communicate with other Stands! Quickly, you summoned Ace, and she started furiously banging on the hood of the trunk.
“Help! Somebody, help me! Jotaro, the Kakyoin is a fake! He’s an enemy! Please, help!”
Since Ace didn’t consume any oxygen (or space, technically), it meant you could focus on remaining calm and not breathing too fast. After all, if what the imposter said was correct, you probably had only a few hours, or maybe even minutes, before you suffocated. So, as your Stand still cried for help, you decided to at least try and sleep. It would force you to not breathe as heavy or as often. But with the constantly rising heat, Ace of Pentacles’s panicked screams, and just the gravity of the situation, trying to sleep proved futile.
Guess you’ll just suffer.
***
How long had it been? Two hours? Three? A whole day? Maybe even thirty minutes? Time was nothing but a construct right now. The only thing you wanted was to get out of this trunk. Your head was throbbing, your arms and wrists screamed in pain every time they rubbed against the ropes binding you down, your stomach was churning, and your mouth begged for even a drip of water. It seemed like help would never come, and you’d die from the heat. All of that changed, though, when you heard a familiar voice.
“(Y/N)?” Joseph called out. “(Y/N), are you in there?”
Hallelujah! You were saved!
“Yes, Mr. Joestar, it’s me!” Ace of Pentacles cried. “Please, get me out of here!”
“I’m on it!” he responded. You heard the sound of glass breaking and doors unlocking, then squinted your eyes as the sunlight suddenly shone through, along with a silhouette of a familiar face.
“Goodness gracious,” Joseph said, looking at you with pity. “You look awful.”
When the gag was removed, and the ropes untied, you answered, “I feel awful, too. I feel like I’ll throw up any sec-“
You were cut short when your stomach emptied itself.
“Sorry about that,” you mumbled. You tried to step out of the trunk, but it felt like the world was collapsing on you, and you almost fell over. It’s a good thing Joseph was there, because he caught you just in time.
“It’s okay, really,” he consoled. “I’ll have to tell the others our search party is over. And we’ll probably have to stay another day.” He picked you up, and carried you in his arms the rest of the way.
“Everyone,” he spoke into a walkie-talkie that you didn’t even realize he had. “I found (Y/N), but she’s in horrible condition. Being locked in a hot trunk with no water or AC for four hours took a toll on her body. We’re going to have to postpone our train ride to tomorrow.”
Your heart sank from the guilt of making the others wait another day when the situation was already dire, but your stomach was still trying to shoot up out of your body. “Mr. Joestar,” you panted, “I’m gonna... I gotta...”
Vomit spewed everywhere before you finished your sentence, including all over Joseph.
“I’m sorry,” you squeaked, “I didn’t mean to.”
“Don’t worry,” Joseph reassured you. “I’ve got more clothes with me already. I’ll be fine. And I can shower to get it off of my skin.”
When the two of you finally arrived at the hotel room, Joseph carefully laid you in your bed, and explained the situation to the others in another room.
“Dizziness, vomit, fever, dehydration, rope burns on her ankles and wrists...”
Hearing the symptoms aloud really made you realize how much four hours of enclosed heat could do to a human. Jotaro must've known something was off when you didn’t return with the group, and confirmed it when the fake Kakyoin revealed himself.
“I hope (Y/N) still wants to talk to me after I made her go through all of that,” Kakyoin thought out loud. “I mean, we both know it wasn’t really me, but surely part of her will always see the kidnapper who copied me.”
“No, Kakyoin,” you mumbled to yourself. “I still love you just as much.”
“What did you say?” Joseph appeared at the door.
“Oh! N-nothing!” you stuttered. “I was just talking to myself.”
Joseph nodded, then came over with a glass of water. “Drink,” he ordered. “Just a few sips. Too much and your body will get rid of it, just like it did with your breakfast.”
After two tiny sips of water, you set down the glass and hung your head. “Mr. Joestar, I’m really sor-“
“Good grief, this is the third time today you’ve apologized,” Joesph laughed. “Look, it couldn’t be avoided, and it wasn’t your fault. There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“But it could’ve been avoided!” you protested. “This all happened because I was careless. I was too careless to notice Kakyoin’s weird behavior. If I hadn’t decided to confess my feelings to Kakyoin right then, none of this would’ve happened.”
“Confess your feelings to me?”
Your heart stopped. You only just realized Kakyoin was patiently waiting his turn to check in on you right outside your door, and heard the whole thing.
“I... well, um, I...” your already dry mouth dried up even more, and you found yourself at a loss for words. Your fever felt like it was rising higher, and your stomach felt even more uneasy. You wanted to hide underneath the bed covers until he forgot you said anything, or find a way to erase his memory, or just go back in time before anyone figured out about this so you could live your life in peace.
Joseph looked at you, then at Kakyoin. “I’ll leave you two alone,” he finally said, mouthing ‘good luck’, before he left.
“Is it true?” Kakyoin asked. He took a seat at the foot of your bed. “Do you really have feelings for me?”
You nodded, keeping your eyes fixed on your covers. “I’ve had them since the plane ride.”
Kakyoin chuckled. “And here I was, worried that telling you the same thing would make the whole fifty days way more awkward.”
Wait, was he serious?
“Plus, I was constantly seeing you talking to Polnareff, so I thought maybe you liked him, even set it off with him. I didn’t want him to feel weird around me.”
He was! He was serious!
“So, yes, (Y/N). I accept your confession.”
This was too good to be true. You finally looked up at Kakyoin’s face and saw him leaning in for a kiss. You went in as well, but started gagging. You shoved Kakyoin out of the way and got the vomit in the trash can by your bed in the nick of time.
“Maybe the lips aren’t the best place to kiss right now,” you giggled.
“I think you’re right,” Kakyoin laughed, then pecked you on the forehead. “Hopefully that’ll do until you get better.”
Both of you smiled at each other for a good while, until Kakyoin suddenly interjected. “Oh! I almost forgot! I have aloe vera for where the ropes were rubbing.” He rummaged through his pockets and got out a small canister. You sat up in the bed and held out your wrists.
“Oooooh,” a happy moan escaped your lips as the irritation faded away, then slapped a hand on your mouth.
Kakyoin only looked up and smiled. “It hurt that bad, huh?”
“Yeah,” you nervously laughed. “I was wiggling around a lot, so it rubbed against my skin just as much.”
“I’m guessing it did that to your ankles, too,” Kakyoin said.
“Mm-hmm,” you replied, lifting your feet out of the covers.
“Yikes,” Kakyoin accidentally let out. “These are worse than your wrists.”
“Well, I could move my legs more than my arms,” you explained, “so they’re going to be a little more damag- aaaaaaaah.”
Kakyoin chuckled a little as he put the aloe vera on your ankles.
“This is embarrassing,” you murmured, stuffing your head in your hands. “First I indirectly tell you how I feel, then I make weird noises when you give my burns some relief.”
“I think it’s cute,” he reassured you. “In fact, this whole situation has some striking resemblance to Jotaro’s mother’s situation. Except this time, it’s not the type of girl I’d fall in love with. It’s the girl I’ve fallen in love with. I was planning to confess to you before we left for India, but looks like I didn’t need to.”
After he was done with the aloe vera, he patted your head. “Get some rest, alright?” he said. “It’ll help you heal faster.”
“Okay,” you peeped, getting back under the covers. Kakyoin smiled at you, then turned off the light and closed the door.
Although you tried to sleep, you overheard a conversation that you just had to tune in to.
“So, who confessed to who?” Polnareff asked. You could almost hear that dumb smirk he gets when he talks like that.
“Well, it was really all an accident,” Kakyoin laughed. “(Y/N) was talking to Mr. Joestar about it, and I overheard them.”
“Really? What was her expression like?”
“She was so embarrassed that she let it slip. She looked like she wanted to disappear. You know what I mean?”
“I know exactly what you mean. D’awwwww, you two are just perfect for each other!”
“She can probably hear us, you know.”
“I don’t care! She deserves to know that I think you’re soulmates! You hear that, (Y/N)? You two are soulmates, and I’m sure of it!”
Kakyoin laughed lightly. “She’s trying to sleep, you know.”
You didn’t mind hearing them talk, though. You smiled as you drifted off to sleep, a weight being lifted off your shoulders.
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Yellow Temperance
Oh, dear. The final day before Polnareff and Avdol threatened to tell Kakyoin your feelings for him themselves, and you couldn’t bring yourself to even look him in the eyes. You were going to get train tickets with him, Jotaro, and Anne. Both you and Kakyoin were straggling behind the other two, which made it even harder to compile yourself.
Come on, you told yourself, you can do this! I know you can! Come on, do this! Oh, no, he’s looking this way.
“Is something bothering you, (Y/N)?” Kakyoin asked. “You seem stressed.”
“Oh, uh,” you cracked, “n-no, nothing! Um, can I, can I talk to you? Like, in private?”
“Of course,” Kakyoin said, still cool and collected. That made you even more nervous. He quickly went into an alleyway and looked you in the eyes.
“So, what’s the matter?”
“I... I...” nothing was making this any easier. You tried not making eye contact. Then tired making eye contact. “You see, I...”
Eventually, you heard a little squeak come from your voice. “I kinda like you. A lot.”
“Really?” Kakyoin’s eyes sparkled when he said that.
“Yeah, really,” you blushed and smiled at the ground.
“Oh, that’s so sweet!” Kakyoin laughed. “It’s a shame I’m not the real Kakyoin.”
Your face immediately went dark. “What?” Soon, though, he had covered up your mouth, and was dragging you to an unknown place. You kicked and thrashed about, but his grip stayed tight.
“Unfortunately, I need to keep my identity hidden, so I’ll have to hide you while still looking like Kakyoin. No hard feelings.”
Hide you? What exactly did he mean by that? You soon figured out, as the fake Kakyoin put a gag on your mouth, tied your hands and feet up, and threw you in the trunk of his car.
“And before you try and use Ace of Pentacles to duplicate yourself and call for help, just remember that you’re in an already tight space, with barely enough room and oxygen for one person. Also, I’ll be driving my car to a very hidden area, so it’ll be a while before someone finds you, if they find you at all. I’d keep that in mind, if I were you.” Then, fake Kakyoin closed the trunk and started up his engine. After a few twists and turns (and painful head bumps), the car stopped, and the man closed the car door behind him.
“Help! Help!” You were trying to scream, but the gag cancelled out any noise. You had never known true panic until just now, while the heat in the trunk grew ever hotter, and you didn’t know how much oxygen the trunk would hold. You tried to tell yourself to stay calm, and to conserve your breath, but that barely did anything.
Then, a lightbulb sparked. Ace of Pentacles! Stands could communicate with other Stands! Quickly, you summoned Ace, and she started furiously banging on the hood of the trunk.
“Help! Somebody, help me! Jotaro, the Kakyoin is a fake! He’s an enemy! Please, help!”
Since Ace didn’t consume any oxygen (or space, technically), it meant you could focus on remaining calm and not breathing too fast. After all, if what the imposter said was correct, you probably had only a few hours, or maybe even minutes, before you suffocated. So, as your Stand still cried for help, you decided to at least try and sleep. It would force you to not breathe as heavy or as often. But with the constantly rising heat, Ace of Pentacles’s panicked screams, and just the gravity of the situation, trying to sleep proved futile.
Guess you’ll just suffer.
***
How long had it been? Two hours? Three? A whole day? Maybe even thirty minutes? Time was nothing but a construct right now. The only thing you wanted was to get out of this trunk. Your head was throbbing, your arms and wrists screamed in pain every time they rubbed against the ropes binding you down, your stomach was churning, and your mouth begged for even a drip of water. It seemed like help would never come, and you’d die from the heat. All of that changed, though, when you heard a familiar voice.
“(Y/N)?” Joseph called out. “(Y/N), are you in there?”
Hallelujah! You were saved!
“Yes, Mr. Joestar, it’s me!” Ace of Pentacles cried. “Please, get me out of here!”
“I’m on it!” he responded. You heard the sound of glass breaking and doors unlocking, then squinted your eyes as the sunlight suddenly shone through, along with a silhouette of a familiar face.
“Goodness gracious,” Joseph said, looking at you with pity. “You look awful.”
When the gag was removed, and the ropes untied, you answered, “I feel awful, too. I feel like I’ll throw up any sec-“
You were cut short when your stomach emptied itself.
“Sorry about that,” you mumbled. You tried to step out of the trunk, but it felt like the world was collapsing on you, and you almost fell over. It’s a good thing Joseph was there, because he caught you just in time.
“It’s okay, really,” he consoled. “I’ll have to tell the others our search party is over. And we’ll probably have to stay another day.” He picked you up, and carried you in his arms the rest of the way.
“Everyone,” he spoke into a walkie-talkie that you didn’t even realize he had. “I found (Y/N), but she’s in horrible condition. Being locked in a hot trunk with no water or AC for four hours took a toll on her body. We’re going to have to postpone our train ride to tomorrow.”
Your heart sank from the guilt of making the others wait another day when the situation was already dire, but your stomach was still trying to shoot up out of your body. “Mr. Joestar,” you panted, “I’m gonna... I gotta...”
Vomit spewed everywhere before you finished your sentence, including all over Joseph.
“I’m sorry,” you squeaked, “I didn’t mean to.”
“Don’t worry,” Joseph reassured you. “I’ve got more clothes with me already. I’ll be fine. And I can shower to get it off of my skin.”
When the two of you finally arrived at the hotel room, Joseph carefully laid you in your bed, and explained the situation to the others in another room.
“Dizziness, vomit, fever, dehydration, rope burns on her ankles and wrists...”
Hearing the symptoms aloud really made you realize how much four hours of enclosed heat could do to a human. Jotaro must've known something was off when you didn’t return with the group, and confirmed it when the fake Kakyoin revealed himself.
“I hope (Y/N) still wants to talk to me after I made her go through all of that,” Kakyoin thought out loud. “I mean, we both know it wasn’t really me, but surely part of her will always see the kidnapper who copied me.”
“No, Kakyoin,” you mumbled to yourself. “I still love you just as much.”
“What did you say?” Joseph appeared at the door.
“Oh! N-nothing!” you stuttered. “I was just talking to myself.”
Joseph nodded, then came over with a glass of water. “Drink,” he ordered. “Just a few sips. Too much and your body will get rid of it, just like it did with your breakfast.”
After two tiny sips of water, you set down the glass and hung your head. “Mr. Joestar, I’m really sor-“
“Good grief, this is the third time today you’ve apologized,” Joesph laughed. “Look, it couldn’t be avoided, and it wasn’t your fault. There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“But it could’ve been avoided!” you protested. “This all happened because I was careless. I was too careless to notice Kakyoin’s weird behavior. If I hadn’t decided to confess my feelings to Kakyoin right then, none of this would’ve happened.”
“Confess your feelings to me?”
Your heart stopped. You only just realized Kakyoin was patiently waiting his turn to check in on you right outside your door, and heard the whole thing.
“I... well, um, I...” your already dry mouth dried up even more, and you found yourself at a loss for words. Your fever felt like it was rising higher, and your stomach felt even more uneasy. You wanted to hide underneath the bed covers until he forgot you said anything, or find a way to erase his memory, or just go back in time before anyone figured out about this so you could live your life in peace.
Joseph looked at you, then at Kakyoin. “I’ll leave you two alone,” he finally said, mouthing ‘good luck’, before he left.
“Is it true?” Kakyoin asked. He took a seat at the foot of your bed. “Do you really have feelings for me?”
You nodded, keeping your eyes fixed on your covers. “I’ve had them since the plane ride.”
Kakyoin chuckled. “And here I was, worried that telling you the same thing would make the whole fifty days way more awkward.”
Wait, was he serious?
“Plus, I was constantly seeing you talking to Polnareff, so I thought maybe you liked him, even set it off with him. I didn’t want him to feel weird around me.”
He was! He was serious!
“So, yes, (Y/N). I accept your confession.”
This was too good to be true. You finally looked up at Kakyoin’s face and saw him leaning in for a kiss. You went in as well, but started gagging. You shoved Kakyoin out of the way and got the vomit in the trash can by your bed in the nick of time.
“Maybe the lips aren’t the best place to kiss right now,” you giggled.
“I think you’re right,” Kakyoin laughed, then pecked you on the forehead. “Hopefully that’ll do until you get better.”
Both of you smiled at each other for a good while, until Kakyoin suddenly interjected. “Oh! I almost forgot! I have aloe vera for where the ropes were rubbing.” He rummaged through his pockets and got out a small canister. You sat up in the bed and held out your wrists.
“Oooooh,” a happy moan escaped your lips as the irritation faded away, then slapped a hand on your mouth.
Kakyoin only looked up and smiled. “It hurt that bad, huh?”
“Yeah,” you nervously laughed. “I was wiggling around a lot, so it rubbed against my skin just as much.”
“I’m guessing it did that to your ankles, too,” Kakyoin said.
“Mm-hmm,” you replied, lifting your feet out of the covers.
“Yikes,” Kakyoin accidentally let out. “These are worse than your wrists.”
“Well, I could move my legs more than my arms,” you explained, “so they’re going to be a little more damag- aaaaaaaah.”
Kakyoin chuckled a little as he put the aloe vera on your ankles.
“This is embarrassing,” you murmured, stuffing your head in your hands. “First I indirectly tell you how I feel, then I make weird noises when you give my burns some relief.”
“I think it’s cute,” he reassured you. “In fact, this whole situation has some striking resemblance to Jotaro’s mother’s situation. Except this time, it’s not the type of girl I’d fall in love with. It’s the girl I’ve fallen in love with. I was planning to confess to you before we left for India, but looks like I didn’t need to.”
After he was done with the aloe vera, he patted your head. “Get some rest, alright?” he said. “It’ll help you heal faster.”
“Okay,” you peeped, getting back under the covers. Kakyoin smiled at you, then turned off the light and closed the door.
Although you tried to sleep, you overheard a conversation that you just had to tune in to.
“So, who confessed to who?” Polnareff asked. You could almost hear that dumb smirk he gets when he talks like that.
“Well, it was really all an accident,” Kakyoin laughed. “(Y/N) was talking to Mr. Joestar about it, and I overheard them.”
“Really? What was her expression like?”
“She was so embarrassed that she let it slip. She looked like she wanted to disappear. You know what I mean?”
“I know exactly what you mean. D’awwwww, you two are just perfect for each other!”
“She can probably hear us, you know.”
“I don’t care! She deserves to know that I think you’re soulmates! You hear that, (Y/N)? You two are soulmates, and I’m sure of it!”
Kakyoin laughed lightly. “She’s trying to sleep, you know.”
You didn’t mind hearing them talk, though. You smiled as you drifted off to sleep, a weight being lifted off your shoulders.
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nxposts-blog · 5 years
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Sarah. A short story.
Note: Sorry for the bad writing and the typos, english isn't my first language
12/12/98
11:23 pm
It's late. I can see the dark sky through the windows of the car while the lights of the lampposts interfere with my vision every few seconds. The radio is on.
"The chain of kidnapping of minors continues to get longer and longer as the weeks go by and the information that the authorities give us is almost nil. Officer Withman assures us that they are going 'on the trail of the kidnapper', we will continue informing."
I change the station and an eighties rhythm began to sound, just a few seconds later I hear a patrol behind me and its lights blind me for a few moments. I stop and the patrol stops behind me. A robust man comes down, with dark brown skin, his face is hidden in the shadow cast by his hat. He touches the car window and i open it.
"It's late, you shouldn't be out."
My hands shake, I cling my hands to the wheel as I turn and stutter my answer.
"Sorry, I stayed working."
His gaze rests on the back of my car, some bags are placed there.
"What have you got there?"
"Only things from work. You see, I work in a shirt company, I do the designs."
I turn and open one of the bags, the furthest falls suddenly to the floor of the car when I take out one of the shirts. I show him and he stays silent.
"Go home quickly, at this time, there is only evil in these streets."
He turns and leaves. I breath relieved. I have never liked the police. Near them, I feel guilty. Although I have not done anything.
12/13/98
12:10 pm
I get home and open carefully while carrying one of the bags. Behind me, my wife, Mary Ann, is waiting for me.
"Honey, how was work? Something new?"
I put the bag in my arms and open the door to the basement, where my old-fashioned studio is located.
"It has been slow. We will soon find something of value."
I throw her a kiss and go down to the basement to leave the bag.
12/13/98
9:16 am
I wake up and listen to Mary Ann preparing breakfast downstairs, I feel the sea breeze coming through the window. A house next to the beach was not such a bad idea. I prepare myself and get down quickly.
"Good morning, darling."
I kiss her cheek as I hug her from behind.
"Good Morning."
It sounded a bit empty.
"Were there problems today? I notice you weird."
"It's the girl. He's making trouble since yesterday. Sometimes I think this isn't for us, honey."
I sit in the dining room and Mary puts a plate in front of me.
"Love, you'll see that it is for us. Just wait for the right time."
"Or to the right one."
We laugh. Mary looks out of the kitchen and calls Sarah to breakfast. She does not answer. She had to look for her and sit her in the chair. He didn't want to talk much but I try to bring her up.
"So what did you do yesterday?"
Silence.
"Sarah, answer your father when he talks to you. We talked about that a while ago."
"I was walking in the park, late, listening to music."
I felt the coldness of his words and Mary Ann looks at the floor. I can't stand when Mary Ann feels bad about it, she has gone through that.
"Honey, it's dangerous, the kidnapper is still loose."
I see his wrists, a thin ring of wounds turns each one. Mary Ann also notices and speaks.
"Were you fighting while you slept? You will hurt yourself if you keep it up."
Mary Ann and I had finished breakfast, but Sarah hadn't touched her food. I see the clock and get up, ready to work.
"Sarah, I'll go downstairs to work, will you come with me?"
Mary pats her to get up and she followed us with his eyes as we left the kitchen. The remains of a bag were in the bin.
12/13/98
5:24 pm
I try to concentrate while a metallic rattle sounds in the background.
"Sarah, I need silence."
The rattling continues.
"Sarah, silence."
It continues.
I got up and approached her quickly, grabbing her wrist.
"I told you that I need silence."
Terror. It's the only thing I see in her eyes.
"I'm sorry ... I'm not like that, you know that I love you, but ... I need silence."
She only sees me, fixedly, with hate in his eyes.
"Keep playing, but quietly."
I look over her and see the wall a little battered.
"Did you do that? Sarah ..."
I turned back to work.
12/13/98
8:48 pm
I'm watching the TV with Sarah and Mary Ann. We are watching a science fiction movie, when a message interrupts the programming.
"Last minute message. One more teenager is officially reported missing after 24 hours without information from her. The police are still giving no signs."
Mary Ann rubs Sarah's head and covers her mouth with one hand while whispering.
"This will never end."
I see her and for a moment I can see the sadness in her eyes, the fear.
"Nothing will happen to us, love. We are safe here."
I grabbed her hand and smiled at her.
12/14/98
9:16 am
I get up and feel the sea a little rough through the window. I hear Mary Ann arguing with Sarah. When I get down I meet Sarah on the floor, next to the door and Mary Ann in front of her with tears on her face. I run and grab her in my arms while she's sobbing.
"I've tried everything, but she doesn't cooperate."
I turn to see Sarah and she is also crying. She is surprised.
"It's just a matter of time, love."
She keeps sobbing. I can't stand seeing her like this. Suddenly, an idea comes to me.
"How about we go in the boat tonight to the sea to see the stars?"
Mary Ann's face lights up and she smiles at me.
"I find it fantastic."
Sarah was no longer crying, just rubbing her wrist wounds while looking at us.
12/14/98
10:36 pm
We are about 50 meters from the shore and the sky is beautiful. I see Sarah.
"You like it?"
She nods and I see Mary Ann. She has a cold expression.
"You know, Sarah. We just want to be good. We try to be good parents, but you make it hard for us. We love you. Do you know that?"
Tears begin to fall down her face as she affirms with her head. I notice that she moves her hands a little.
"Does it hurt you?"
She affirms with her head again, I loosen the rope tied her wrists a little. Only a little.
"That's better. Sarah, we really tried. But I don't think you're the one."
She looks up and starts crying and talking. The tape covering her mouth makes it unintelligible
"I'm so sorry. We love you."
I push her delicately and Mary and I see her descend slowly to the bottom of the sea. I hug her and try to comfort her.
"Tomorrow I will go to work again, we can try again."
"I think it's wonderful."
We laugh.
-Nx.
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What You Never Had: Chapter 11
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Reader x Jin, Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon
Genres: Royalty AU, fluff and angst
Word count: 2,936 words
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A/N: Thanks Ann @godsavemefrombts for beta-ing this!
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You knew you should never have trusted Jimin.
Still, it was too late to do anything but smile now. Although you'd have liked nothing more than throw a few choice words at your brother or even deliver bodily harm, the man standing next to him was preventing you from acting on your raging emotions. The only thing you could do was the exact opposite of what you felt like doing, but you did it anyway; you smiled. "Why did you summon me here, dear brother?" You addressed Jimin, lips in place but with eyes shooting daggers towards him, emphasising the last two words so that they came out saccharine sweet.
"I happened to mention the small problem that you are struggling with to Namjoon when Prince Taehyung was in attendance," Jimin said, clearly trying to keep himself from laughing outright. He knew exactly how angry you were with him. It only served to fuel the playful side of him, relishing it as he gestured to the person in question. Prince Taehyung's warm expression, on the other hand, was polite and didn't seem to be hiding any mischievous intent. A tool of Jimin’s scheme, unsuspecting in the part that he was playing in this. You weren’t sure if you were more sorry for the guest Prince or yourself.
You followed Jimin's gaze to look at the Crown Prince of Delphina. It wasn't hard to guess the reason he was here, but the expression you showed him was of polite curiosity regardless. "I inquired about the possibility of teaching you to dance. That is why your brother brought me here; so I could ask you myself," he answered your unspoken question.
Of course Jimin would talk about something like that when Prince Taehyung was within earshot. You wondered if he'd said anything else to get the guest Prince to make such a suggestion. Really, you wouldn't put it past your brother to do just that. It wasn't a gesture that you appreciated — does anyone like having their weaknesses revealed to someone they hardly know? — but there was nothing else you could say now. "If Your Highness don't mind, it would be my pleasure."
"Well!" Jimin exclaimed suddenly with a clap of his hands, causing you to jump a little and catching Prince Taehyung's attention. "There is no time like the present. If I recall, Your Highness, you do not have anything scheduled this morning, am I correct in saying so?"
"Yes, I am quite free," Prince Taehyung confirmed.
"Then I'll leave you to it," Jimin said chirpily. The speed at which everything progressed and settled blew you away, and you couldn't think of anything to say. Your flabbergasted state gave Jimin the opportunity to make a quick exit, but not before flashing a wink your way. As the door to the hall closed behind him, you decided that you could take up your grievances with him later, and make the best of the situation for now. The sound of the heavy mahogany door echoed in the large space that was empty except for you and your suddenly appointed instructor. Taking a deep breath to steel yourself, you turned to him, mind racing to come up with something to say.
"I'm sorry about that." In the end, an apology was all you could think of. For your brother's behaviour and for your own lack of abilities that had landed Prince Taehyung in this situation. However, he shook his head, disagreeing with you. Wordlessly, he extended his hand for yours. You obliged, allowing him to place your hand on his shoulder, his own on your back, and took your other hand in his.
He started to move slowly, taking you with him, and only then did he start talking again. "I'm glad to be given the opportunity. As Prince Jimin pointed out, there is nothing else that requires my attention this morning. It is a happy coincidence that the opportunity presented itself to me, as I'd like nothing more than to be able to personally talk to the princess that the two Princes of Amaryll speak so highly of."
Hearing that your brothers had spoken about you to the Crown Prince that you admired shouldn't have been surprising, but having him tell you so was still unexpected and pleasant. Suddenly you felt bashful and unable to say anything more than a soft, "thank you."
As if sensing that you were uncomfortable with the news of your brothers' praises for you, Prince Taehyung didn't pursue the subject. Instead, he made a note of your movements aloud. You were rusty, and you'd never been good at dancing in the first place, but some of it were slowly coming back to you after all these years of not practicing or learning. There was no music to accompany you, but Prince Taehyung made up for it by counting with every step, helping you keep time. In a way, you found his deep baritone voice to be just as pleasant as an orchestra, a simple, repetitive melody that served as a guide as he led the dance.
You were far from being an expert, but you could tell that the Crown Prince was an accomplished dancer. It was relatively easy to follow his lead; the way he moved, the subtle yet seamless transition from one step to the next helped you advance with him in the way that he intended. Still, you didn't find the activity very enjoyable. It was impossible for you to relax when you were constantly afraid of stepping on his foot.
“I hear that you are the reason I am here,” Prince Taehyung said out of the blue, causing you to snap your head up at him.
“I beg your pardon?” You asked, confused.
“Although we haven’t caught them yet, you are the one who found the culprit behind the people’s disappearances, aren’t you?” He clarified, and you could see something in his eyes that you rarely saw in anyone else’s save your family members and Jin. It was admiration and respect. Just by exchanging one look, the Prince made your heart swell. You’d always been convinced that you were more capable than most people gave you credit for, but to be constantly brushed aside and ignored was discouraging. Even though Namjoon was always proud to boast of your achievements and gave you credit for your contributions, you’d always felt that the acknowledgement you’d received from the nobles were grudgingly given. They would rather sing praises of your brothers’ feats, just because you were a woman.
Yet here was a nobleman, the Crown Prince of a prospering country, no less, who not only acknowledged your contribution but brought up the topic for discussion as well. It floored you, and not in a bad way. “Yes,” you managed not to stumble on your clumsy one-word answer. Truth be told, your discoveries that led to finding the threat behind the disappearances had much to do with luck and timing. Still, it didn’t take away from the fact that you were the instigator of the current state of events, and his note of it flattered you. “It was more of a coincidence, Your Highness.”
“It doesn’t seem like the case, from the way His Highness Prince Namjoon talked about you,” he mused.
“I’m sure he exaggerated,” you returned, trying to will away the blush creeping up your cheeks. Just what exactly Namjoon had said to Prince Taehyung was admittedly something that had your curiosity piqued. However, you didn’t feel that it was polite to ask Prince Taehyung about a personal conversation you weren’t a part of, despite the amusement you could see dancing in Prince Taehyung’s eyes at your reaction.
Entertainment aside, the Crown Prince of the neighbouring country was also watching you with interest. You felt like you were being assessed. It only added to the self consciousness that had started to plague you since you started dancing, but now for a completely different reason. Still, he didn’t make you entirely uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because he’d made it known that his impression of you was favourable, but far from wanting flattery, his attention only made you bashful. As if sensing your mood, he didn’t insist on continuing to talk about what Namjoon had said about you. On the other hand, the next question he had didn’t stray far from the topic at hand. “He also voiced his concern about going into Zinnis to track the kidnappers down. From what I know of the relationship between Amaryll and Zinnis, I can see why he is cautious. After all, even if our group is welcomed there, locating their hideout is another matter.” You nodded at his vocal thoughts. They were, of course, the same problems that worried you. “Well, Princess, where do you think it is?”
He managed to startle you a second time in a short span of minutes. Even though he might hold you in higher regard than most men in the castle, you didn’t expect for him to seek your opinion. It wasn’t something that you hadn’t pondered before, but the sudden question had you telling him your honest thoughts without holding anything back. “As you said, Your Highness, Amaryll and Zinnis are not on good terms, so it is imperative that we find the kidnappers’ hideout quickly. Another thing to be considered is their ties with the government. Groups like this tend to be supported by someone in the position of power, I think, and if they catch wind of our suspicions, they may be more vigilant, or run away completely.”
“All the more reason to locate them quickly,” he agreed.
“Upon arrival, if possible,” you said gravely. “Which is why it would be wise to attempt to pinpoint their nest before setting off, and verify it, if it can be done.”
“It would be difficult to send in spies into Zinnis in the first place, what with their tight security,” Prince Taehyung pointed out. “It is not a very feasible option to send men to scour every corner of the country in secret.”
“Not every corner, surely, Your Highness,” you corrected him gently. “The people carrying out this operation are pirates, and therefore are confined to the harbours. That already narrows the search area by quite a margin.”
“Something tells me that you are of the opinion that it can be narrowed even more,” the Crown Prince prodded with a twinkle in his eyes.
“I cannot be entirely certain, of course —“ you began, but the nod of his head encouraged you to continue humouring him, “but if I were to venture a guess, it would be somewhere near the border of Zinnis and Gazan.”
The grin disappeared from Prince Taehyung’s face, perhaps by the strength behind your answer. Despite cautioning that your theory was not a sure thing, you sounded confident in your estimation. “What makes you think so?”
“Even if a government official is involved, it is still an illegal activity, so they need to be careful and inconspicuous. Being close to Gazan which allows slavery would serve them well should the need to flee arise. They can bring the people they have kidnapped and quickly sell them off to acquire the funds they may need to set up a base elsewhere, perhaps even acquiring protection, if the people of Gazan find their contribution valuable enough,” you told him. If the kidnappers were indeed in Zinnis, you could think of nowhere else that would be as convenient as the border between those two countries.
Prince Taehyung’s expression was one of silent contemplation. It was as if his eyes were piercing through you, so sharp was his gaze. You started to squirm ever so slightly in his arms, but the discomfort disappeared into thin air when he relaxed and adopted a genial air once again. “Even if I had any doubts before, you have completely convinced me that they are unfounded.” Before you could ask whether he had doubts about Namjoon’s claims to your abilities or your estimate on the kidnappers’ base, he pulled your focus back towards your current situation.
“Contrary to what Prince Jimin said, you don’t seem all that bad at dancing.”
Just like that, he brought you back to the ballroom. The soft clicks of shoes against the marble floor, somehow forgotten during your discussion with Prince Taehyung, greeted your ears again, forming a rhythm that replaced his earlier counting of the beat, a music of its own. Your skin froze everywhere that was in contact with him, and suddenly he felt too close. Gone were the thoughts that whirled around in your head during most of your waking hours as of late, taken over by the panic and expectation to take the right step, to seamlessly follow his lead. Naturally, that led you to fumble and land your foot onto his.
Your panicked apologies were brushed aside by Prince Taehyung’s laughter, a melodic sound coming from such depths that seemed contrasting to his beautiful, delicate features, that you wouldn’t have expected if you’d never heard his pleasingly deep voice before. “It is a mistake on my part,” he said magnanimously, “after my attempts at distracting you with tedious political talk, I suspected that you would perform better when you are not so fixated on your movements, yet I brought your attention back to it.”
Despite the events of the morning of your first dance lesson with Prince Taehyung, it wasn’t marked as the last. It wasn’t a daily occurrence, but often when he had time away from the discussions and the duties that he could carry out away from his home, he sought you out for another lesson, and another. You were obliged to accept, of course, so you thought nothing of it. Although at times the sensation that made you want to squirm returned in his presence. You’d heard that Prince Taehyung was good at reading people, and sometimes you thought that was exactly what he was doing. Reading you. If he truly was, he gave away no indication that he found anything he discovered to be unsatisfactory, yet you weren’t sure if anyone would enjoy being given a look that seemed to pierce through their soul.
However, he more than made up for any discomfort you might feel on your part. Here was another person who was inclined to talk about matters of the nation with you. Perhaps he didn’t indulge in disclosing confidential information as much your brothers did, but it was more than you could have hoped for. An extra source of information is always valuable. Moreover, the Crown Prince didn’t only share with you the progress of the preparations for pursuing the kidnappers. He was also more than happy to tell you more of his kingdom. They were superficial details like the weather, notable buildings, the trade — usually focusing on the differences between his country and yours that he could observe, but having never gone far from the capital, much less into another country, you found his little tidbits, his stories to be riveting.
As you swung in his arms once again one afternoon, your eyes were pulled to the door before it could even make a sound as it closed shut behind the newcomer. Jin’s presence was the sun, and your eyes planets of a galaxy, gravitating around him, pulled towards him. However, none of the sun’s warmth, none of Jin’s usual easy comfort wrapped around you this time. Instead, a chill enveloped your skin, despite being in Prince Taehyung’s firm arms. In the span of less than one second, the frost-like feeling creeping up your spine was replaced by red-hot fire everywhere your skin touched his. Even your back felt burnt by his hand there, and your instincts were to jump up and away from him, but you kept yourself as calm and collected as you could. Jin was the epitome of professionalism, his face expressionless, unbothered by the sight of you dancing so closely to Prince Taehyung, but there was a darkness in his eyes that sent a pang of regret inside you although you weren’t doing anything wrong. Even his voice didn’t betray any feelings, unfaltering as he apologised for interrupting and informing that the Crown Prince Namjoon had asked you to join him for tea.
Happy as you were to spend some time with Namjoon, you were more eager to make an escape from Prince Taehyung and talk to Jin. The former released you with an easy smile, brushing off your gratitude for his time and informing you that it was his pleasure. Even though Jin was just behind you as you walked through the long corridor outside the ballroom, the distance between you felt bigger than an ocean. Unable to stand the growing silence, you slowed your step to look sideways at him, trying to meet his eyes as you said, “Jin, I’m sor—“
“Don’t apologise,” he cut you off softly. It wasn’t unkind, but it left you clueless as to what to say. After a few moments, he ended the quiet, saying, “I do wish one of your brothers could teach you how to dance, though.” Looking up at him again, you saw no blame in his eyes. Only a wistful smile that inflicted more pain than any scolding ever could.
The funny thing was, you were sure your own features were twisted into a similar expression. “I wish you could teach me.”
With that, both of you lapsed into silence once again, letting your echoing footsteps distract you from letting the truth consume you. To attempt to ignore the fact that in the public eye, the close proximity that you had with Prince Taehyung earlier was something you could never have with Jin.
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Refusing to Yield Chapter 7
This is based on real life. Just names have been changed to protect the person identity. There is mention of all types of abuse. If that is a trig please don’t red. Reader get into a relationship with Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi but all BTS is in this series. There are mention of other in this series.
It has been about a week since we came back from our little get-away. I was making progress with making new connection at arenas, so we could hold concerts at. Today is the fan fair before we leave to go on tour for another three months. I tell security to let me know when little boy’s family arrives because we also have some BT21 stuff for them. I wasn’t even done talking to security when I hear my name be called out, when I turned around the little boy was running to me. I picked him up to hug him and asked where our parents are, he pointed to show me they were in line. So, I put him down took his hand and walked back over to where his parents are.  The press showed up just has I was talking to the boy’s family. They wanted to interview the family, but they looked a little nervous, so I stepped in and said while the family is doing okay. They would still like their privacy so they can move forward from what has happened in their family life. 
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The press asked me how I like being a hero? I am not a hero because it is reserved for people in the military who sacrifice their life for our protection. I was in the right place and right time to be able to help a little boy in need but that doesn’t make me a hero. The press agent comes over to start talking to them about the fan fair. While he is doing that, I ask the family to come with me.  They still look a little nervous, so I was taking them away from the large crowd. I ask security to bring me some drinks for them.  We waited a while until I got a text message saying the press was gone, that is when I brought the family back out to where fan fair is going on. I told the family when we go back to the event room not to worry the press is gone and the reason, I asked you all to join me, was to want until the press left. That way you all could relax a little with out worry about them coming back up for any comments about the fan fair event. 
The family thanked me for making sure the press really didn’t bother them. The press agent was the one who came up with the plan incase the press would start to invade your privacy at this event.  Kookie decides to leave his spot at the table to come over and say hi to the family personally before they made, there a way to the guys. By the end of fan fair everyone had a good time and the family really enjoyed themselves. They asked if they could stay in touch with the guys and myself while we are on tour? I said yes since they wanted to have friends who wouldn’t question the reasons why they voided certain things.  We made it back to the apartment and I started cooking dinner since we had to eat fast food for lunch.  I received a call from Mike asking if he could join us for dinner, I said come on over. I was making spaghetti with a side salad and for dessert strawberry shortcake with angel food cake. Mike showed up just as everything was done and placed on the table.  
Jimin asked Mike why he was eating dinner with us since he never did it before.  He said all of you brag about Ann’s cooking that I wanted to see and taste how good of a cook she is. He looks at the table and if it tastes has good as it looks, I might be over here every night for dinner. Yoongi started laughing after Mike made the comment saying don’t you have cooking staff at your house to make you good food.  Mike said yes but her food looks better then what I get severed at home.  I hope you enjoy it than Mike.  We finish eating everyone is stuffed and Mike say I will be here every night to have dinner with all of you Ann is a great cook. I was about to say thank you when my old phone starts going off. I looked at it and said what I thought to myself well wouldn’t this be a fun conversation, but everyone heard what I said. I answered by saying hello mother what can I do you for. Everyone just looks at me and quiets down since I was on the phone with my mother. 
I had put her on speaker phone just because I had a feel where this conversation was to go. I at least wanted someone else to hear this conversation. She starts yelling at me because of my brother getting arrested and put in jail for 30 days since he was with my ex. I said mother it is not my fault he was arrested. My ex involved him to get me and I have a stay away order against my ex that includes third parties. I am sorry mother, but he should have even been with him knowing what my ex has put me through. She started saying that was the only way to control you was to verbally and physical abuse. Everyone is looking at me after she made those two comments knowing I didn’t tell them my own parents abused me also.  I said mother since you talk to my ex the stay away order also includes that you can’t make any contract with me.  I said to her you have two choices to make first choice is not to contact me ever again or second choice is you will be in first of the judge here who is handling my stay away order since he has now involved you has well. 
I have one better I will no longer have a phone in my name because I am getting tired of everyone calling me who I don’t want to have any contract with. I said goodbye mother and hung up the phone on her.  Mike is the first to say something asking if I was okay? I said yes and I can’t believe it’s been over a month since the last time anyone has shown up to started with me.  Why don’t we all go for a walk because I have a feeling, they are outside the apartment building waiting to see if they can get in.  I was right my brother and my mother were outside waiting. Jin, Yoongi and I were the first out the outdoor when they came up to me. Asking who they were, and I said they are my boyfriend.  My brother goes to my mother say they is two of the guys she lives with and there are 5 other guys who live in the apartment to. I go so what if there are 1 guy or 7guys I live with it is none of your business. 
I am not hurting anyone of you by the way I am living. Please just leave me alone.  Has I begun to say that the rest came out with Mike.  Mike walks up to me and asked if there was a problem, I said no they are just leaving.  Mike looks at my mother say I don’t know what is going on here, but this is private property owned by my company Big Hit Record Company and you are bothering one of my managers. Please leave before I call the cops myself.  My mother and brother say to him she is my daughter and his sister plus she has a lot of issues mentally which we are the only ones who can control.  Hobi looks at my mother says kind of mental issues does she, because the only one I have even seen is one’s people make her think she is not a person who deserved love and knowing what it means to be loved.  Namjoon said the only time Ann has been down is when the people who were supposed to care for her hurts by saying they must control her through verbal and physical abuse.  Tae said she is a very intelligent woman who knows how to think outside the box when someone is in trouble and to make sure the get the right help. Yoongi said she is a great cook and teaches us how to enjoy the outdoors.  
Kookie said I guess you didn’t hear on how she saved a little boy from drowning after his kidnappers brought him to the lake where we were at and helped reunited him with his parents. Jimin said she also wants to make sure none of us are stressed because of your jobs so on our days off she has something fun plan, and if the press comes up to any of she makes a comment on how that it is our day off please respect our privacy.  Jin said when I first met your daughter and sister she was living in a homeless shelter and even the night she was rushed to the hospital because of her lower back and legs. She still instead I take her back to the shelter because she didn’t want to bother or be a burden to anyone here. My mother said I see she is still using the lower back and the legs won’t work to get attention. Jin and Yoongi lost their cool when my mother said that I use it to get attention. You haven’t been at the hospital with her when she found out she can’t be a nurse anymore or go into the military service since she has bulging disc and her disc are getting smaller through out her whole spine. Mother looked at me and said you won’t lying about the lower back and legs bothering you? I said no, you were at the hospital the one time with me when the doctor’s told me two days of bedrest, then light duty before going back to full duty. I finally had a doctor listen to me and ordered me a cat scan with contrast to see what was going on. 
When the family doctor saw the results of the cat scan, she orders an MRI of the whole back. Family doctor is the who told me about the military service while the guys were on tour the old manager fly me out to be with them all and to tell them what the results were from the MRI.  Mike spoke again saying he is the one who told the manager if the results were bad to get me to the group so I can be around people who cared about someone they just met.  I looked at Mike and said how did you know I was having MRI done?  Before he answered I, said I knew Yoongi was in contract with Alex but who told you?  Namjoon and Jimin we went to him before that first tour when you started living here asking if we could push it back and he asked why.  We told him about you and said that you were going to be going through some more test and we wanted to be around for you, so we knew the results. Mike was nodding while they were talking. I looked at Mike again asked is that why you said I was part of the deal with the new manager because you knew the all the guys wanted me in their life?  Mike said yes. 
The first day when you came to live here at the apartment Yoongi and Namjoon brought me your discharge paperwork from the hospital. I knew they did they told me while we were away. I asked Mike why would do that without even meeting me first? He said I did meet you the first day when you were asking for direction back to the shelter, I was the one talking to Namjoon and Jimin when you came up to us. I started thinking back to that day. There were three people standing outside a tall building talking when I said excuse me, I need help I’m a little lost and if I don’t get back to the homeless shelter soon, I won’t be able to eat or sleep there for the night. It dawns on me Mike you’re the one who told security to drive Namjoon, Jimin and me to the shelter but before going make sure she gets a good meal to eat. He said yes but now I am still more confused on why you would do all this for me still not knowing anything about me. He looks at my mother said should I tell her, or do you want to tell her? All of us are confused about what he just said expect my brother who now look like he is going to threw up. 
My mother goes to me trying to hold one of my hands and I won’t let her.  My mother started talking remember how I told you and your brother I had a best friend name Mike, but I lost contract with him when I went to college I nodded. She continues explaining after you left your ex and disappeared, I was searching the web to see if I could fine you and drag you back to your ex. Well I happened to come across Big Hit Record Company owner and it was my best friend.  I reached out to him telling him you went missing and if he found you to please let me know. She turned to Mike and asked why you didn’t call me the first time you saw Ann so I could have brought her home. He looked right at my mother and I asked her if her family knew were, she was she said no.  He continues she goes I don’t want anyone of them to know where I am because I am not safe with them.  I turn to him and ask him is that why the night Alex wanted me gone from the apartment you showed up and told him he was fired because you knew my family was looking for me?  He said yes and when I seen you curl into a ball that night I knew something bad had to happened to you because when the security went to pick up you flinch mumbling please don’t hit me I will a good little girl.
Seeing you still in that position when we all walked in the apartment, I came right to you picked up and held you until you started to calm down. I knew at that point I had to make sure nothing bad even happened to you again even if it meant protecting you from your family, so I never called her to tell her where you were.  No Mike never called me, but Alex did since he was in the room when I met with Mike telling him to keep an eye out for you.  Alex wants you away from the guys so he could get his job back I was just waiting for the right time. I guess Mike your telling me my daughter is under your protection now and if I don’t want any problems just to leave. Yes, that is correct, and you knew how my protection works because kind of had it until you went to college. I started shaking in fear because I didn’t know what her next move was going to be, and security had just shown up. My favorite security guard was there pulling me behind him, and the guys circled around us. I heard someone yelling Mike it’s Ann the stress is getting to her again. Before I collapse, I saw the fear in my mother and my brother eyes. 
I wake up being held in Jin arms and Yoongi right beside us. We all were back in the apartment asking what has happened. Jin starts to kiss my head and Yoongi starts talking that I collapsed due to the fear and stress from my mother and my brother here. I asked where Mike was and the rest of the guys, they’re in the living room do you want to go out be with them? I said yes because I still have question for Mike.  Jin carried me to the living room with Yoongi beside us where I saw Mike talking with some people I didn’t know.  Namjoon clear is throat and Mike turned around saw me awake and in Jin arms. Mike comes over asking how I am feeling? I go a little better, but I am so confused to why my mother and brother looked scared when you said yes, I was under your protection.  Mike said will tell you in the morning because I am staying the night here plus I want you to have a good night sleep don’t worry about anything Ann you are protected.  You looked at all the guys saying sleep over in the living room everyone knew what that and Jin put me in Mike’s arms so Jin and Yoongi could go get our blankets. 
Mike looked at me goes sleep over in the living room. I said yes, the first full night we were at the lake the guys asked different question on how I lived for the 2 years, ate and did washed my clothes. I started throwing up the night we went fishing because the guys made me eat 3 meals and my body is only able to handle one 1 big meal. I was honest with them for the first time about my feeling that I asked Jin and Yoongi if it was okay if we sleep in the living room for a camp in but all of us in one room not that I was afraid that night to sleep just with Jin and Yoongi it just left right to sleep has a group.  So now whenever I feel down and talk about my feels we sleep has a group because I feel more protected and love this way.  He goes that I guess you feel the love the guys have for you and will do anything to protected you right? I say yes but I still don’t understand why you want to protect me after you had protected my mother and why she looked scared.  He goes I protected the ones who are weak or who can’t really protected themselves and when your mother was going out with me some people were causing her problems the one day and she saw how I handled it so she knows what I am capable of during that is why she is scared. He continues to explain I had Jin and Yoongi bring you in the apartment while I dealt with your mother and brother. They brought you in here I called the police and the judge who is handling your stay away order telling him that now your whole family is getting involved and because of your physical problems the stress made you collapse. 
He granted you’re a stay away order of your whole family no one can contact you and your phone has been shut off your old phone for good.  I already sent messages to your doctors, so they have the other number. All the guys come back ready for bed and putting some of the blankets on the floor. I was first to lay down Jin followed Yoongi is on the other side of me. Mike was at my feet closes to the front door in case something happened.
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Today’s a statutory holiday in Canada, so I had the time to post one day early~ 
Volume 3, Chapter 3: Captive
Part 2: Pages 198 - 228
Though it’s a bit awkward to say this myself, I think that I, Jared Stuart, am pretty talented. I can do most things easily and I’m pretty good at reading people’s expressions. So I’ve been able to do most things easily with no struggle.
If there was one, single thing that I couldn’t do easily, it would have to do with my fiancée Katarina Claes.
I was first attracted to her when I met her when I was eight, and eight years later, my feelings for her are so crazy strong they even shock me.
And yet… Katarina just won’t dance to my tune… in fact, I even feel like she’s getting further and further away from me. Even though the more we spend time together the more I’m attracted to her...
Take today for example. After spending eight years with her, I had gotten pretty used to her actions and had thought that I wouldn’t be too surprised at anything she did…
But at the sight of her on the stage, my heartbeat rose and she stole my heart anew. Just how many times must she steal my heart away until she’s satisfied? I just keep getting more attracted to her.
However, I’ve honestly gotten a little frustrated that Katarina just sits there normally with not a hint of a blush when I say lines that easily fluster other noble ladies.
That’s why I had planned to take my revenge by touching her even more than usual at the ball, to have my fill of her soft body… but my hopes remained unfulfilled as Katarina suddenly disappeared.
To make things worse, Katarina’s location remains unknown even as the days pass by. At first, I thought little of it, figuring that she had gotten lost or something in the academy since it was dark outside. It’s normal for her to not sit still and listen to instructions.
But after a little while, I realized that wasn’t the case. Apparently no one saw her after she went into the waiting room. Is that even possible? There were even a few people who said that their memory was hazy, worsening my sense of unease.
I recall last year’s incident. Katarina nearly lost her life after forbidden dark magic was cast on her. However, that incident was over and done with. The mastermind Rafael lost that power anyway.
So what in the world is going on this time?! Why is it always Katarina…?
My feelings did a 180 and I grew irritated. But even as I continued my desperate search, there was no progress and so I became even more irritated. That was when…
“… Um, Jared-sama, a letter has arrived for you,” says one of my servants in a very respectful voice.
That hesitation is probably because I’m so different from my usual self. I recognize that, but I still can’t smile like I usually do.
Even as I think that I couldn’t care less about a letter at a time like this, I soften my face for my frightened servant and ask:
“Who sent it?”
“Well the thing is, the sender’s name is missing,” my servant says, looking troubled.
“The sender’s name is missing?”
Thinking rationally, it’s unbelievable that someone wouldn’t put their name on a letter addressed to royalty. What does this mean? Did some idiotic noble write me some abuse and slander or something?
As I muse, I accept the letter from my servant.
“I have not read the letter, but I did verify that it was not dangerous.”
Hearing my servant’s words, I open the letter with no worries. What I saw written there when I passed my eyes over the letter was something I hadn’t even considered.
“What… is this…?”
I lost my voice in my shock.
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I was kidnapped, brought to some place who-knows-where, and my kidnappers don’t even want ransom money. I don’t understand what’s going on. As if I’d be able to relax in a situation like this!
… Or at least that’s what I had thought, but…
When I say that I’m hungry, I’m brought sweets, when I say that I want to read a book since I’m bored, I’m brought books. Even better, when I said that I couldn’t relax in a dress, I was brought some incredibly pleasant feeling clothing.
At the academy, I’m always busy with lessons and training, but here I can laze around as much as I want. If I were at the Claes household, Mother would probably barge into the room to glare at me and say “Stop lazing around and go practice your manners!”
But here, no one barges in like that.  I can read books, eat sweets, and laze around as much as I want.
A little over half a day since I woke up in an unknown location, I began to happily make myself at home.
“It’s a bit strange for someone in my position to say this, but Katarina-sama, are you not ill at ease?” Lana says with a complex expression as she watches me.
“Ill at ease?”
“Yes. About where this is, when you don’t even know why you were kidnapped.”
Oh, right! I was kidnapped! I was having such a pleasant time I completely forgot about that.
“R – right.”
I’m startled after Lana reminds me of my current situation.
“Don’t tell me… you forgot?”
Lana widens her blue eyes in great shock. I begin to feel somewhat ashamed.
“Sorry,” I apologize.
Lana looks downwards. She’s probably exasperated at how carefree I am… but it can’t be helped that I’d let my guard down in such a pleasant place.
As I watch Lana, who’s still looking downwards, I notice that her shoulders are severely trembling.
What?! What’s the matter?! Is she feeling ill?
“L – lana, what’s the matter? Are you alright?” I say in worry.
“I – I’m fine. I apologize for my unseemly conduct,” she responds with a slightly trembling voice.
“You’re really alright?”
“Yes. I’m fine,” she responds this time with a firm voice. She then raises her head, looks at my face and says with a beaming smile, “Katarina-sama, you’re really just like the stories.”
“The stories?”
I was wondering what she meant by ‘the stories’, but Lana just laughed off my questions with an alluring smile. I feel I’ve seen that smile before… but I met Lana for the first time today so it’s probably just my imagination.
In this way, I remembered the situation I was in and asked Lana questions, but as expected, she couldn’t answer them. Lana’s just a maid so she can’t easily talk about things her master has forbidden her from talking about (Though, even if I forbid Anne from talking about things, she still unhesitatingly tells Mother about how I snuck out some sweets, or how I broke flower vases and statues…).  
Since that was the way things were, I decided to continue to happily laze about in the room. I talked about a lot of things with Lana, since she was with me. Once I told her about my field and how I was great at tree climbing and fishing, she said that it sounded fun. With sparkling eyes, she then asked me to teach me how to do those things sometime, and we ended up getting close.
This is bad – I might end up addicted to this lifestyle.
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I had lunch brought to my room and had Lana eat with me since it would be boring eating all by myself, but for dinner, I was escorted to a different room.
It had a needlessly long table with cutlery already laid out. It seems dinner will be brought here.
At the instructions of the servants in the room, I sat at the seat that had been prepared for me. Since the seat across from me has been prepared for me as well, it seems one more person will come. Just as I thought that, Selena came in, with the lady-killer butler following close behind.
“Katarina-sama, are you feeling well?” Selena asks, seeing that I’m obediently sitting in my seat.
“Ah, yes, thanks to you.”
I was treated to such a pleasant experience that I almost forgot that I had been kidnapped.
“I am so very sorry that I was unable to prepare anything particularly delicious for lunch, and had you eat in your small room,” says Selena, again lowering her head deeply.
This country’s nobles generally always eat plate after plate of fancy food in rooms like this so long as they aren’t sick or something. That’s probably why Selena is apologizing like this, but I don’t think that my room is small, and I don’t really need a great variety of different food to eat. After all, if I’m given so many different types of food, then I end up wanting to try it all, often leading to a stomach-ache.
Thinking back, I was given just the right amount of food for lunch, and I was able to eat it happily with Lana, so there’s really no reason for Selena to apologize.
“No no. Really, I’m completely fine,” I say sincerely.
“… I’m very sorry for making you push yourself.”
She mistakenly thinks that I’m pushing myself.
Looking at Selena’s pained face makes me want to apologize.
From Selena’s appearance alone, she looks like a run-of-the-mill noble girl. She probably has a delicate and kind heart.
Even if I say “You’re really treating me well,” she’ll probably think that I’m just thinking of her feelings and forcing myself.
Perhaps Selena sees me as a delicate noble girl as well.
That’s not to say that I’m not delicate… I’m a run-of-the-mill noble girl as well. My heart is fairly delicate as well.
For example, my delicate heart is hurt when someone eats sweets I had wanted to eat later or when birds eat my vegetables that were nearly ready for harvest… but neither of those things happened today.
After all, I can eat as much as I want, read as much as I want, and even laze around without people getting angry at me – I’m completely in heaven. Honestly, I’d even go as far as to say that I want to live here for a little while to get my fill of this lifestyle.
But Selena, unaware of my true feelings, continues to apologize, trying to be attentive to my feelings.
When I gorge myself on all the food being brought out to us, she tells me “You don’t have to force yourself to eat it,” in a worried tone of voice (Of course, I’m not forcing myself at all. I’m just eating because I want to eat).
Really, I’m more worried about Selena, who’s barely touched her food.
Honestly, Selena looks so unwell from worrying about me that I’d think that Selena was the one who was kidnapped.
After that, she asked me a lot of things like whether there was anything I felt I was missing or whether there was anything I needed.
You’ve already given me everything I need so I don’t need anything more… Selena is just way too thoughtful. I feel like this is the most I’ve been spoiled in the past sixteen years.
Just from seeing how Selena has been acting during this short while, I can tell that she didn’t want to kidnap me.
Dinner is nearly over and I’m completely full. As I mentally murmur “Ah, that was really satisfying,” to myself, my eyes meet Lana’s, who’s standing in a corner. When our eyes meet, I notice that her eyes narrow.
This is – she’s exasperated at me because she thinks that I’ve forgotten that I’ve been kidnapped again! Wait, I haven’t forgotten. I’ve just let my guard down a little because I’m experiencing such pleasure. So I ask:
“Um, Selena-sama. Why did you bring me here? You said that you would bring me back once everything is over, but what in the world do you mean by ‘everything’?”
I try asking Selena the question I asked at the very beginning. It’s not like I’ve forgotten that I’m kidnapped! It’s not like I feel like I’m on an amazing vacation or anything! Not at all!
At my words, Selena, who already looked unwell, began to look even worse.
Urgh, I kind of feel bad, sorry Selena.
“Yes, of course. You must feel ill at ease not knowing anything. At this rate, you won’t be able to sleep…”
No, you’ve treated me very well so I don’t feel ill at ease at all, and I feel confident that I’ll be able to sleep deeply tonight. But I keep quiet and listen to Selena for now.
“The truth is, I brought you here because…”
Just when Selena says those words, that butler Rufus steps in and cuts off her words.
“Young mistress Selena, dinner is over, so let us return to your room. Katarina-sama, I’m sure you’re tired so sleep early,” says Rufus, placing a hand on Selena’s shoulder.
“… Yes, of course. Then, Katarina-sama, good night,” says Selena with an expression reminiscent of a doll. She leaves the room.
She seemed like a completely different person from the person who had just been talking… I have a bad feeling, one that sends shivers up my spine.
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All in all, I ended up facing the night still not knowing where this was or why I was kidnapped.
Selena had worried that I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but naturally that wasn’t a problem. I talked with Lana until I went to bed, and had her bring me some extremely delicious tea, so I had plenty of fun and ended up having a pleasant sleep.
And as I was elegantly sleeping deeply…
“Katarina-sama, please wake up.”
“I don’t want to, I’m still sleepy. Let me sleep a little longer, Anne.”
“I am not Anne, I am Lana.”
“Ugh… Lana?”
Huh, not Anne? Who was Lana again?
When I somehow manage to open my eyes, I realize I’m not in my normal dorm room.
Huh, where was this again?
As I blearily look around the room, a little bit of my consciousness awakens and I recall where I was. That was right. I was kidnapped and brought to this heavenly room.
My room is still dark, lit dimly by a lamp. Huh? It’s not morning yet.
“Katarina-sama, there’s someone here to see you.”
“What, here to see me?”
Who would come here this late at night? When I get out of bed, I’m still half-asleep. Lana fixes up my pajamas and my hair then sits me down in a chair. Then the door quietly opens and a small human silhouette appears.
“… Selena?”
A small animal-like noble lady, the lovely Selena Burke, was illuminated by the lamp.
Why is she here so late? Ugh, and I’m still sleepy. I rub my eyes to try to wake myself up.
“Yes. Katarina-sama, I’m very sorry to visit you at this time of night. But I was just so worried that you were having a sleepless night, filled with unease…”
It seems rather that Selena wasn’t able to sleep. She looks even more unwell than before.
On a side note, since I was able to eat delicious food for dinner, I was able to sleep well. Thus, I probably look great. So, I think that anybody would worry more about Selena than me.
“… After dinner, for some reason, I began to feel really strongly that I shouldn’t tell you why. But now I think that it’s really not right to tell you nothing after all…”
Selena has a brooding look. She was probably worrying about things while I was deep in sleep. I kind of feel sorry.
“Um, so you’re talking about the reason you brought me here? As I thought, Selena-sama, you know why?”
“Yes… I am the one who planned this kidnapping, after all.”
What?! Selena-sama is the mastermind?! I thought that she was just being used or being threatened by someone since she seemed so guilty about everything… but to think that she was the mastermind…
Putting aside my mouth open wide in shock, Selena began talking as if she were confessing her sins.
“I am trying to force Jared-sama to renounce his right to the throne by kidnapping you.”
“… Forcing Jared to renounce his right to the throne?”
Quite frankly it was a motive I hadn’t expected at all.
“Yes. To have Ian-sama be the next king…”
I saw strong determination in her eyes that had been so dark just a moment ago.
And then, Selena began explaining the exact details of the kidnapping…
There were some parts I found difficult to understand here and there, but the general gist is the following. Lately, Jared has been gaining more influence and among a certain faction of nobles, there’s been talk about him becoming the next king.
At the moment, just the firstborn Geoffrey and the second-born Ian have been dueling it out for the right to the throne, but if Jared steps in as well, the fight will become even worse. So to prevent that from happening, Selena wants to force Jared to renounce his right to the throne.
But why would she attack Jared, ignoring her main rival Prince Geoffrey? There were some parts of the story that didn’t really make sense to me, but for now –
“I really don’t think that Jared would renounce his right to the throne even if you use me…”
It’s true that I’ve been friends with Jared for nine years and we get along fairly well, but would he really throw away his right to the throne for a mere friend?
Maybe if I were his girlfriend or his wife… but I’m just a fiancée he uses as a shield. I feel like he wouldn’t go that far for me.
“That can’t be, it’s well-known that Jared-sama loves you very much. He’ll do anything for you, Katarina-sama,” says Selena passionately.
But that’s probably just false rumours that black-hearted prince spread around so women wouldn’t try to get close to him. That’s what I thought, but…
“I’m so envious that he loves you so much,” says Selena, cheeks red as fire.
I didn’t really want to crush her dreams, so I kept quiet.
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Jared-sama, Keith-sama, Mary-sama, Nikol-sama, Sophia-sama, and Maria-sama – the academy’s student council members are together in one dorm room. But the one that should be in this room, Katarina-sama – the mistress of me, Anne Sherry – is nowhere to be seen.
It’s been about half a day since Katarina disappeared at the end of the school festival. That’s when Jared received an anonymous letter. The following was written in the letter:
We have kidnapped Katarina Claes. If you want her to be returned safely, renounce your right to the throne.
That’s right – Katarina didn’t just disappear, she was kidnapped.
Jared immediately gathered everyone in this way after receiving the letter and explained the situation to them. He was even considerate to me, who had been worried about Katarina and unable to sit still, by letting me stay here with everyone else.
Once Jared finishes explaining, everyone looks even worse, despite already looking fairly pale before. I suspect I myself have a pretty terrible expression on my face as well.
Even after he finishes explaining, no one speaks up. A heavy silence permeates the room.
“So Jared-sama, what are you planning to do?” Keith asks finally after a little while. He looks at Jared strongly.
“If Katarina can come home safely, I’ll renounce my right to the throne however many times I need to. But unfortunately it’s something that takes time. If something happened to her while I was renouncing my right…” says Jared with a grim face. He had completely lost his usual smile.
“… Not to mention, even if Jared gives into the demands, there’s no guarantee that Katarina will come back safely. It’s not unthinkable that if she saw the culprit’s face, she’d be killed to keep it a secret,” says Nikol gravely with a similarly grim look.
“That can’t be! It’s completely unreasonable to kill her just because she saw their face while they were kidnapping her…” cries Sophia in a voice nearing a scream.
Although I didn’t say anything out loud, I’m screaming the same thing in my heart.
“We’re talking about someone who kidnaps people – they probably don’t care if they do something unreasonable. It’s possible. If that’s the case, Jared giving into the demands won’t end things. It would be faster to go searching for her location than to begin preparations to renounce his right to the throne.”
“Alan-sama, you occasionally have good ideas.”
“… You didn’t need to add the ‘occasionally’, Mary.”
“Heh heh, I apologize. Well, if that’s the case, should we go searching for any suspicious people and mansions we can find?” laughs Mary darkly.
“No, to search everywhere is a bit much… plus, that would take quite a bit of time,” disagrees Keith.
“U – um, it’s possible that dark magic is involved, right?” says Maria frantically with a raised voice.
Yes, it’s true. Apparently a number of people who were likely one of the last to see Katarina on the day of the school festival have hazy memories. This is similar to the incident that occurred last year. Dark magic – a forbidden magic hidden by royalty – is capable of manipulating people’s minds.
The reason why everyone here along with me knows about this magic is because of last year’s incident. Last year, a certain incident occurred. During the incident, a certain someone cast dark magic on Katarina, forcing her into an unending sleep. Everyone worried about her, but thanks to Katarina’s efforts among other things the incident was successfully put to rest.
During the incident, Jared told everyone here, along with me (who had been with Katarina the longest) and Katarina-sama, about the existence of dark magic, on the condition that we wouldn’t tell anyone else about it.
However, last year’s dark magic incident had been successfully put to rest, and the criminal behind it now got along well with everyone.
So if dark magic was used again in this incident… that means that there would have to be a different dark magic user involved.
“If dark magic was really used, then I’ll be able to tell who the culprit is just by looking at suspicious people.”
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Maria is one of a select few light magic users in the country, and thus one of the few who can see dark magic, which can’t normally be seen.
It’s true that Maria might be able to see the culprit. I thought it was an excellent plan, but…
“It’s true that it’s a good plan, but if I remember correctly, you can only see dark magic when it’s being used or a little after it was used, right? So wouldn’t you be unable to see anything now, since half a day has already passed?”
“… That is…”
Maria’s expression clouds over. Ah, even though I had thought it was such a good plan…
“It seems we’ll have to search every little corner after all.”
“Wait a second, Mary! Where do you think you’re going?! Calm down!”
Ignoring Alan’s shouts trying to stop her, Mary’s smile grows even darker and she makes her way to the door. But the moment she makes to open the door, someone knocks and a new person enters the room.
“Mary-sama, where are you planning to go?”
“Oh, Rafael-sama, it’s been a while. I’m planning to go search for Katarina-sama, of course.”
There stood Rafael Walt, the culprit behind last year’s incident. He was currently working at the Ministry of Magic due to the incident.
“Do you have any clues?” responds Rafael with a questioning look. He likely already knew about the current situation.
“For now, I’m planning to go search anywhere that looks suspicious one by one.”
Rafael lets out a small sigh at Mary’s confident words.
“That’s much too reckless.”
“But Katarina-sama might be in danger right now as we’re standing around talking! What do you think we should do then?!” shouts Mary, tears welling in her eyes. Despite acting determined, she’s probably worried on the inside.
Rafael smiles kindly at Mary.
“Everything is going to be alright. No harm will come to Katarina-sama,” says Rafael firmly.
At those words, Jared stares at Rafael.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Katarina-sama has the ultimate bodyguard, so there’s no chance that any harm comes to her. So, just wait a little bit more,” says Rafael, before continuing with words brimming with strength, “I will definitely save Katarina-sama.”
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Every Single Pretty Little Liars Character Ever, Ranked From Their Probability of Being A.D
This is not including the “A-Team” as a whole because I swear half the town is on the A team. This is for A.D, Big A, if you will.
Unknown Character/Twin
I have to make this my #1 guess. Not only because I hate Marlene, but also because I hate Marlene. It probably wouldn’t make sense, but Marlene loves random people.
Melissa Hastings
Melissa has motive. Melissa already killed Bethany, she could probably kill some more people TBH. Melissa knew Charlotte. A.D hasn’t done anything too terrible to Spencer. 
Wren Kingston
Probably a fake doctor, probably slept with almost as many people as Peter, definitely sketchy when it comes to Charlotte & Bethany. I wouldn’t doubt him being mentally unstable either, TBH. I don’t really want him to be A.D, but he has the credentials.
Spencer Hastings
She’s definitely my #1 pick for a liar being A.D. Smart, sly, and has A LOT of family protection. She also has the money to do whatever creepy stuff needed.
Lucas Grottsman
If he’s not A.D, on the A Team, or Charlotte’s killer they’ve completed wasted his character. He’s smart, rich, and is close to Hanna so he hears a bunch of stuff first hand.
Charlotte DiLaurentis
She’s dead, apparently. But some of those really creepy masks we’ve seen this season, is enough to convince me possibly otherwise??? Imagine if she’s literally avenging her own death that didn’t happen. Mmm, juicy. Dead girl who’s not dead anymore? Sounds full circle-y.
Caleb Rivers
Hacking skills, 2 side hoes love him, and he’s really suspicious this season. I’ll have to get back to you on a motive.
Mona Vanderwall
It’d be a complete injustice for Mona to be A.D, imo. She’s progressed so much, I don’t want them to throw it all away.
Jessica DiLaurentis/Mary DiLaurentis
We don’t know for sure which one is dead. That’s sketchy enough for me to consider them A worthy, no matter the motive.
Elliot Rollins
I know, they checked to see if he was dead. I know that accident would have killed him instantly. However, Huw said “Dead is sometimes not dead.” Motive = Confirmed. On A team? Check. 
Alison DiLaurentis
I think pre-time jump, Ali on A-Team would have made sense. Now, I doubt it.
Sydney Driscoll
I think she’s been too minor of a character to be A.D, however, she’s friends with Jenna. So I mean, I don’t put it past her as being an A Team member. 
Andrew Campbell
Remember when they accused him of being a crazy kidnapper all because he was adopted?? And Aria his “girlfriend” confirmed that it was him without ever seeing him in the Dollhouse?? If I was him, I’d want some revenge too. 
Kenneth DiLaurentis
Where has he been lately??? Maybe he actually got close to Charlotte or he’s her father. Either way, his lack of appearances makes me suspicious. 
Anne Sullivan
I love this idea. She has the wit, the information gathered from her clients, knew Charlotte and she definitely would have access to some files. However, I just don’t think she’d have time to be A.D. 
Veronica Hastings
Eh, she’s busy being political and stuff. + no motive?
Holden Strauss
We haven’t seen him in forever, and he’s randomly returning??? It’d be a less than interesting reveal, but the lack of backstory would make it very easy for the writers to blame him.
Jonny Raymond
Same thing as above. Why is S7 bringing back so many irrelevant characters??
Aria Montgomery
Aria is always a bit of a wild card. We never see what happens to her in the dollhouse, she has those weird snappy moments over little things that the other girls don’t seem to have. Plus, she had the whisper in the first few seasons intro. That screams guilty. However, not a DiLaurentis, Drake, or Hastings.
Jason DiLaurentis
I’d love the idea of Jason tormenting 2 of his sisters and his ex lover. Poor Emily would just be collateral damage, but this would be a GREAT PLOT. However, I’m pretty sure he’s innocent..
Cindy & Mindy
A team maybe, but I doubt either of them as A.D. Unless one is like A and one is D. In which case, guilty.
Linda Tanner
She’s always very fast to blame everything on the Liars,(Isn’t everyone?) but I feel like she’s not A.D. A team? Maybe, just like most the town. A.D? Probably not, tbh,
Paige McCullers
Yes, she was stalking Emily, I know. I just think she’s a bit more of a creepy fangirl type of stalker than force-you-to-give-up-hostages-of-your-own type thing.
Mike Montgomery
He’s been MIA for a bit, because the actor is busy. I don’t think he’s returning anytime soon.
Peter Hastings
If this was a competition on who has slept with the most people in Rosewood, he’d win. But it’s not. So he really has no motive.
Jenna Marshall
She was very believable as a possibility for A.D, until she was kidnapped.
Ezra Fitz
He’s a grieving man at the beginning of 6B. I don’t really see him as A.D. 
Hanna Marin
Unless she’s really into hiding being A.D enough to give herself permanent scars, I doubt it.
Ted Wilson
Pastor by day, A.D by night?? Unlikely, tbh. Unless, he’s Charlotte’s dad. In which case, watch out for Ted.
Byron Montgomery & Ella Montgomery
I just put them together to save some space. Doubtful as A.D. They’re too busy being newlyweds. Again.
Liam Greene
Honestly if he was A.D, he’d just be torturing Ezra(which I don’t blame him for..)
Toby Cavanaugh
Already been on the A Team once,  would have no motive for being A.D, tries to help the girls, busy being a police officer. No hope for Toby as A.D, sorry.
Marco Fuery
Eh, he’s kinda irrelevant. I would love for him to end up with Spence tho.
Ashley Marin
I mean, she’s at the Radley 24/7, but I don’t think so, Momma Marin.
Yvonne Phillips
She’s mostly there for Spoby tension. Plus she got BEAT. 
Sara Harvey
She’s a boring character with virtually no plot, terrible acting, and her being A would be a disgrace. Plus, she’s dead.
Emily Fields
Stealing her own eggs is bit too odd, + I have a feeling A.D won’t be one of the main girls unless it’s Alison or Spencer.
Sabrina
I doubt it, tbh. She’s just another semi-relevant-but-not-really love interest for Emily.
Lorenzo Calderon
Irrelevant Ali short term boyfriend. I don’t even know if he’s still in Rosewood, hasn’t even been mentioned since 6B. Probably not A.D.
Jordan Hobart
He was only slightly shown to begin with. Besides, he’s busy doing whatever his  job is anyway. He really was a gentleman though, I hope he finds happiness.
Travis Hobbs
He was only in like, 5 episodes as Hanna’s bf. Very minor character, who’s been irrelevant for a while. Not A.D.
Garret Reynolds
He’s dead, poor Aria can proof it. That scene was enough to give me nightmares, and confirm he cannot be A.
Kate Randall
Yes, the boob thing was very A like, but she’s not A. This A doesn’t play games that way.
Tom Marin
Another motive-less fool. 
Meredith Sorenson
Where is the motive??? Sleeping w a married man then blackmailing his daughter over the murder of a woman you didn’t know isn’t really a norm thing. Then again, nothing in PLL is.
Noel Khan
Definitely was on the A-Team. Was. ‘Cause he was beheaded.
Barry Maple
Tbh I’m surprised whoever this is was in 6 seasons.
Sean Ackard
Irrelevant. No motive. NEXT.
Ian Thomas
We saw him die. Twice.
Lyndon James
Emily killed him, besides, he really only wanted revenge for Emily taking Maya. He wouldn’t torment them all, and he would have just came back to kill her if he was alive.
Darren Wilden
Blah, blah, “dead is not dead”, blah blah. He’s been dead AND irrelevant for 4 seasons, I don’t think he’s returning. However, if he did, that’d be a crazy thing to watch.
Jackie Molina
Jackie who?
Pam Fields
Pam is too busy grieving over Mr. Fields to be A.D. Also, I’m pretty sure she wasn’t a huge Charlotte fan anyway.
Clark Wilkins
Once again, who?
Talia Sandoval
Another one of Emily’s irrelevant girlfriends. No motive, no plot, just a side character to be Emily’s 483907439th lover.
Gabriel Holbrook
They’ve already done the “Alison’s ex lover works for A.D” plot line once, I doubt they’ll do it again.
Shana Fring
She’s dead. Aria killed her, an investigation happened. She’s not alive, nor is she A.D.
Jake (No last name because he’s irrelevant)
He doesn’t even have a last name. He’s not A.D, I’m 99% sure.
Alex Santiago
Who?
Maya St. Germain
She’s dead y’all, it’s been confirmed by the show. By Marlene. By EVERY SINGLE ACTOR OR ACTRESS WHO HAS BEEN ASKED. SHE IS D E A D.
Wayne Fields
The whole “Military Dad fakes death overseas to become a tormentor to his own daughter over a girl he didn’t know’s death” is a little too messed up, even for Pretty Little Liars.
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This case will be going to the grand jury
Okay
So what a grand jury does is determine via a jury panel of 12 or the local dictated amount, sometimes it is different -- in a closed private setting, if there is enough evidence for a probable cause to arrest the people for the crimes
Now I am told by Tree that this man whom was murdered was kidnapping for human trafficking and that is why he was killed.
Now I'm all about being anti racial crimes and modern lynching due to skin color
However SMS will show what he had done just hours before to these men. Where they all had been and what led up to the death of this man.
This is in February. I said and I said we would kill human traffickers.
This is a result of that statement
I wish it wasn't a black man. I do. I love black people all day long but we can't control what they do or do not do.
Due to the racial profiling and the claims that black are arrested unfairly we do have a higher rate of white people to do these killings.
This is to protect black people.
Killing one black kidnapper saves thousands and millions of African Kings, Queens, Princesses and Princes that will trust a black man to not kidnap them.
So I hope you do understand and I hope that the truth is shown and the truth is understood and justice is preserved in the grand jury
Had it been a group of black men killing one black guy it would been looked over as a gang thing. And ee don't want that either
So this video was purposely leaked to allow us to explain the choice of skin color that we use -- predominantly white (light) to protect Mexicans (Latino, Hispanic, Spanish) and African Americans
Because of white privilege.
It was expected and yet not hoped that this gossip would have happened. It shows the extreme damage in our communities.
And while this entire article is hurtful (and untrue) it does represent what police do.
I couldn't read all the words, they were so painful. Here we are trying all we can to protect innocent African-American and Latinx and still the screaming of indecency is arisen.
And yet we all still see the point. The Civil War was so long gone, no one who fought in it is still living. Yet daily it is still fought.
While y'all are not following instinct extremely close...
Y'all do recognize he was murdered ... He was murdered jogging ... And he was murdered for who he was ... But he was simply not just black. He was also a human trafficker.
Yes, my friends and my foes, black human traffic, too. Just like they deal drugs. Its "good" money meaning it is a lot.
I don't think I've called out a black person yet and this is the first. Just because I hadn't said didn't mean it ain't true
I've called out white people only. One girl and many men. Yet the Chinese and Asians have been attacked but I hadn't singled out one single Asian. Only white men (at that time it had began in Connecticut)
Yes yes yes Mexicans, Blacks, Whites, Native Americans they all human traffic
Native Americans are notorious for human trafficking. Y'all did not know that but they are. Agent Orange is 39% Native American. "Well they did it to us"
So you know it fucking hurts and you don't do it to other people, ass holes. But no. It makes them feel justified and right. They're not. They're shameful.
So this article is full of gossip and untrue words strung together to create bull shit.
I wish it was 3 innocent and good black man on one white kidnapper.... However the facts remain it was one African American Kidnapper that used people for humam trafficking
I am incorrect -- I have called out two African American Women for human trafficking --- Oprah Winfrey and Gayle King.
But this is the first male.
I also posted a video of actors that were all 100% human trafficking. And some were African American.
Now im going to tell you about Zulululu because of the high deaths of African Americans in this COVID crisis
Zulululu kill humans and then they take over their bodies. Okay.
So Zulululu are racist and ass holes. They are rapists. They have no respect for women. They male chauvinist pigs. They're disgusting.
So unfortunately I do believe that the Zulululu (and the other 3 planets as well) have already killed these Africans and then took over their bodies.
They did it to Michael Jackson. Alex Laughlin when he was Gaberial. Matt Hagan was my twin brother and he's been taken over by the alien in the film "White Boy Rick" that was Rick. He killed himself in jail to kill my brother to take over his body...
It makes me very sad. I want to cry.
Denise was killed and taken over by an alien. So the Zulululu uses my aunt's actual human body. Same with Nathaniel.
So it is very horrific.
So this huge amount of African Americans dying... Im sorry y'all but they ain't African Americans, baby. They ain't. Baby. They been dead a long time. And I am so sorry, i truly am.
That is why we have DNA4U. It dignifies your actual child or mom or aunt or uncle as alien or not. As human souls or some alien mouth breathing fool.
It is why all human bodies have COVID-19.
Because if you, my sista, get killed by an alien then the antibody "melts" caused by the alien soul and baby girl you ain't gotta be dead watching your body walk around no more. It's gonna die. And it's gonna die bad and it's gonna suffer. And you getta watch that alien panic.
So as soon as they alien soul enters the COVID activation occurs, your soul removing the antibody with you. Or thinking the body keeps it then the alien melts it. However you wanna look at it. IDC. However it occurs, idc. However its mutated in each individual idc. The mother fuckers ain't doing this shit no more.
So baby. Yeah. Y'all African American do have a 29% higher rate of Alien body take overs than the rest of the races. Next is Asian. Then Scottish, German, French, Polish, Swedish then general White from Europe.
Unfortunately they been trying to find me. Not knowing where i will pop up next, they infiltrate places I've been and have made a good life for myself.
Egypt, Outer Mongolia, Scottland as Queen Anne in the 1600s, I've been Joan of Arc, Cleopatra y'all know... So fucking many!
And they keep trying to find me to mate with me. But I can't. I can only produce children with my soulmate. Just like every other single human. Just like DNA4U proves.
Just like Zulululu can't even have children.
I can only mate with my soulmate
And it fucking kills me because they killed zillions and more than zillion of Chinese babies looking for me. And I never was born in China again. Because it was too dangerous.
I was never born in Africa again, it was too dangerous.
I was born in Detroit.. I was born in small town Alabama in a trailer park.
I was born in San Francisco. In London. In France. I've lived poor. Rich. Moderate. I've hidden quite successfully.
And yet... They destroy my people even still ...
So enter COVID 19 which is destroying my healthcare workers with PTSD. Because I don't get a chance to explain
Because the aliens keep getting in my way. Alex Laughlin. A fake Brian. Agent Orange. Eric Trump is always breathing down my neck. Denise. Nathaniel.
Its so fucking annoying.
And in my daily fights and struggles, my people are hurting.
So finally, a man with two stumps for legs because he deals with too many aliens for his nurse care, live in, and his soulmate is in jail for weed trafficking. I've known him off and on for 20 years. He posts a real human that is upset. I can see shes human. I just wanna hug her and take away all her pain. And Joey he says he just wants one miracle. He got it.
Finally the air cleared and I was able to break out and activate the healthcare substitute website and the mental health website especially for nurses and doctors to give them military training on acceptance of death which they get paid to learn. To encourage them to keep on trying. Keep reading, keep watching videos and keep caring about themselves and their mental health care.
For some it won't work. For some it just won't penetrate their brain. They can't hear it yet, they're not ready. But it will absorb if they let it. Each little particle of information that absorbs into their soul is just like that woman said -- it let's them be that one that is there for them because no one else is.
She's so beautiful. I mean shes pretty. She ain't painful to look at. But her words i just got goose bumps. Her beauty, "i wanna quit, but then they ain't got no one but me"
Girl. Y'all. I tell you. Every day. That's me.
I quit hundreds of times. "I fucking quit!! Fuck y'all!" Two days later I'm back at it. I can't stop.
Its that Orphan in me. It's that Queen in me, that Goddess of Earth.
At any rate. We're gonna stop this shit.
Racism. Its gonna stop.
Unfortunately COVID deaths of African Americans will not stop.
We have tried everything. Tricking a switch. "Okay alien just jump out and let her back in her body because she forgot something in there and she needs to get it" next thing we know its another car wreck and girl is dead and kicked out.
Exorcisms.
The Exorcist. That Horror film. All real.
We have tried it all m
And that is why we are in this horrific mess.
Luckily we got all kinds of shit planned!! Surprises around every corner and we are gonna get this done
We're gonna save Humanity, Ecology and the Earth itself.
We are gonna kill the souls of those from those four planets. Now it's gonna take time and its not gonns be fun.
But i got lawyers for the people that have been beat by cops finally assigned today! Yay!.
More than half of the 18,000 cops that are beating people for no reason have been killed today. Thank God for that and Tree of course and the snipers, Thank you.
And so this man in this article, unfortunately was ordered to die by me.
He was ordered to be killed by white people.
I don't want black men or Latino to be imprisoned for serving justice. White privilege is real.
All four planets for whatever reason decided to torture and bully and pick on African Americans.
Maybe because I'm white now... But i have to be white.. It's too dangerous to be black. Come on.. Yeah I used to black as Hell. But shit, a girl cant even walk down the street without being raped. Black girls are raped 4 times more than white. Asian girls are raped 6 times more often. 6 times! And they been killing most of them!!! So you know you gotta count that like every single Asian girl has been raped at least once.
They don't have it easy y'all! Stop picking on them!!!
Any way So there is a racial thing to the COVID but it's definitely not a human thing that is targeting them.
Y'all. Our African have already been killed and aliens are just walking around in their bodies.
So y'all don't cry no more.
Be mad.
Realize what's going on.
Alright so im telling you our families are dead and murdered.
Solution? Yes there is, in time.
We will ghost them back to life, creating bodies out of thin air for their spirits, their souls that exist.
Okay so i remember Alex Laughlin as Gaberial.... But Gaberial is Hispanic... And Alex looks French. So when the alien does take over it alters the physical characteristics of the original body.... But only slightly...
So some will request a dramatic overhaul of their appearance....
Okay say... Like Denise.... If Denise the real one looks too similar to the alien compound.... And we all hate her... Its simple to change the way she looks so that we don't ever see the old alien Denise when we look at the real Denise.
So she's been gone over 30 years..,
Gaberial 20
So its just like the changes that someone would make while growing up or growing old -- that is the way we look at it.
So i remember Gaberial as he was... And so he will change as he was only about 13 when his body was overtaken... So easy for him to have a new grown up self. Also same as easy to have him as original.
It all depends on the person and who did the alien take over and all that complicated stuff
So they analyze the complicated and we make it simple for compression of the new or old face.
And we allow it a choice and we say it is and it is respected and the person is loved.
Because that is humanity.
Again i apologize for the pain due to racism. The article does spell out the past and current situation especially with cops Here lately.
I was and still am totally with the Eric, "i can't Breathe" movement which ended in murder..
And that is why i am so angry.
But again. Please understand the justification of this killing and the reason we are using white privilege is to protect those that do not have white privilege.
We seize the opportunity. We don't make the opportunity. We use it.
Do please forgive me for doing so. I am only trying to protect the few good ones we have left because we all love you and we need you all safe!
I don't want yall in jail for a second for trying to save the world.
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