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jjfics · 3 years

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Rosemary and Thyme - On The Run | 02

ship: Five Hargreeves x Female!Reader

summary: The Reader has killed someone and now the Hargreeves and her have to hide. So they look for shelter in the only place they know would welcome them: The Reader’s former employer.

series: read part 1 here

author: jane jack aka your girl jjfics

words: 3250

warnings: mentions of death, murder, blood and homelesness, feelings of uncertainty and anxiety, flashbacks, angst, guns, allusion to smut (does not happen though, i’ve cut it right before), smoking

a/n: i definitely did not expect it to be seen. i know 100 notes is not a lot, but i think i did pretty well for my second imagine out there, huh. thanks guys, for reading. i hope this one is just as great (or who knows, maybe better?). let me know if anyone would like a part 3. -jj

tags: @nimusicaltrash :3

Vanya and Allison were asleep in the backseat. Klaus, cramped between them, waved around a magazine he picked up from the last gas station you stopped at. Luther and Diego were discussing plans in the back, on the second row of seats.

Five took the passenger seat, he was very tired from all the driving. He refused to make any stops at all until it was absolutely necessary. The dark circles around his eyes begged him to sleep, but he couldn’t. All he could feel was stress and desperation. I have to get my family to safety, he would think.

Your now clean hands were clenched around the wheel of the car. The city was getting closer every moment and you unconsciously pressed harder on the gas pedal.

“Hey, hey! Careful there, I can’t read well when you go that fast” Klaus whined and you sighed. Right.

You saw Five look at his watch as he started bumping his right foot anxiously. Just a couple of metres away stood the “Welcome to Dallas” board.

“On time?” you ask, trying not to panic.

“Exactly on time” he reassures you with a nod. “Are you ready?” Ready? You were terrified.

“You’ll be okay. I’ll come inside with you, just in case.”

“What do you think old John can do to harm me?”

John was your boss in the 60s. Your salvation. He was mesmerized by your voice that day at the bakery, and he kept asking people around until he found you. It was your second night sleeping under the open sky, and little did you know it was all going to change. He made you a star. One makeover later and a lot of clothing stores you basically swapped lives with Allison. He let you live in the apartment above the club.

And he was probably also six feet under right now.

“Oh I wouldn’t be worried about him.” Five replies sarcastically. “Maybe he has a son. Whoever is in charge of the place, might be an issue for us.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just… What if he won’t cooperate? What if he won’t understand, or worse, give us to the police…” after he said that, he looked zoned out for a moment, as if he was going through all the possible ways your plan could fail.

If the police found you, you would be going straight to jail. There was no doubt that the Hargreeves could pay for your bail. So no worries with the police, really. But you were never going to be a free woman. The Commission would search for you, and if you killed one of them again, they would send new men after you until they made sure you were gone for good. As gone as the one you saw bleed to death.

You put your hand on his knee as you turned left onto the main street. If the club was still standing it should be just around the corner.

His attention switched back to you and he scoffed quietly. “Look at us. Just a couple of hours ago you were the one having a panic attack and now it’s my turn.”

A small smile appeared on your face. “We’re a team, remember?” And he mirrored the expression just before you parked the car.

“Alright everybody, listen up!” he shouts so that everyone would turn and look at him. The sisters woke up too. They were all on the same train now. “Me and y/n are going to walk inside this club and arrange something so we’ll sleep safely for tonight. Vanya is going to wait in the car, ready to drive away and help us escape. Diego and Luther will wait outside. Got it?” Diego raised an eyebrow but Five continued “Just in case anything happens. You never know.”

“I’ll wait with them, I need to breathe some fresh air” Allison said as she stretched her arms as far as she could in the small van.

“Alright then” Five said, looking at the main entrance of the club through the passenger window. “Let’s get to this y/n” he gave you a small smile.

You searched for his hand and squeezed it gently.

The doors of the car closed behind you two as you got out of the car. Diego, Luther and Allison were pretending they were just locals talking about what not, getting closer to the big glass doors. When they stopped walking Diego turned a bit to the left and started laughing. This was it, your sign to go.

“Hey, be safe, okay? Leave as soon as anything gets out of hand. We can find some other place to stay at.” Vanya told you when you were ready to get out of the car. Your best friend was worried about you, of course. She is always a bit anxious. But you had no other choice.

On the way here you were mentioned 8 times on the radio. You and the Hargreeves. Wanted criminals. This was your only chance to find shelter. If this didn’t work, you couldn’t really find some other place. You would pretty much have to sleep in the car or on the streets. No, impossible, you couldn’t go through that again.

“We’ll be fine Vivi.” She chuckles sadly at the nickname you gave her in the early stages of your friendship.

“Klaus, hand me that magazine! It’s my turn” Vanya said while tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.

“Ah, fine.” he whined. “Turn on the radio.”

Hand in hand with Five you made your way to the front hall of the club, heading towards the bar, which was on a platform just above the empty dance floor. You took your sunglasses off as you sat on one of those black stools at the bar. Same leather like 50 years ago. It felt surreal to be here again, with Five sitting next to you.

“What are you doing so early? And with a kid? There ain’t no party yet ms.” you couldn’t help but smile as you recognized the southern drawl. You pushed your foot on the floor and rotated the chair. There she was, with her hair pinned up the same way as always, wearing short heels that matched her dark lipstick. It had been so long since you had seen her.

Amy Stephens, your boss John’s little sister. She should be 74 by now, and even though she was just 17 when you started working at the club, you still knew who she was. Amy was the only friend you had during those months when you were alone. You showed her how to do her make up, you went shopping together when you needed new stage outfits, you taught her how to fight, something John would’ve scolded you for if he found out.

“Hello.” you said looking kindly at your old friend. “I’m not here for any party. I’m just looking for someone.”

“Oh well, let’s see if I can be of any help to ya. What you got?”

“Do you happen to know a Stephens?” Five asked her.

“Stephens? Yeah, yeah, that’s me kid. With what business are you coming here?” she questioned resting her arm on her hip.

“Are you in charge of the place?” you said putting your glasses in the pocket of your jacket.

“Sure am. Can I help you?”

“Yeah… we… uh… a friend told us you used to give the apartment for rent? Is that… still available?” You didn’t quite know how to carry the conversation without blowing your cover.

“Ah, yes. It’s been a long time since anyone slept in there. You knew the famous y/n Hargreeves used to live here?” Five suppressed a smile, winking at you, but the woman didn’t notice. “Do you kids even know her? You look young. Anyways, popular singer back in 62. Or was it 63?” she muttered.

“Big fans” Five told her.

Your name wasn’t Hargreeves, of course, but you had no certificate when your boss found you. So you did everything you could to associate yourself with Five and his siblings in hope you might find them.

“Would you be interested in staying here?”

“Yes, that’d be really nice” Five said eagerly.

“Follow me, I’ll show you around.”

The door to your old apartment opened and little dust particles could be seen floating in the morning light. Amy pushed the wooden door with her shoulder and walked inside.

“My God, we haven’t been in here since Ms Hargreeves moved out. Seems like she really was our last tenant” she whispered, but you heard her well. “But don’t worry children, the place is clean. There’s two bedrooms and a bathroom, a small kitchen and a balcony. Come come”. You knew that grin, it meant the apartment has probably been rotting ever since you left.

She led you to the bedroom that wasn’t used when you lived here. “See, two rooms, perfect for you and the kid, huh” She tried to convince you. Five chuckled and put his arm around your waist when she turned around to walk to the main bedroom.

“And this… this is the second one. There’s still a luggage full of her stuff under the bed but I can get rid of that for ya.” she slapped her hand on the mattress and more dust came out of it. “So what you thinkin’? You like it here?”

“Oh that's not a problem girl, bring them in. As long as you don’t make too much noise after 11 pm, we’re all good.”

You shared a look with Five to tell him This is the best we could do. He nodded and you both turned to look at Amy who was now staring uncomfortably at the two of you. Yeah, you would have to hide your relationship around her. He moved his hand casually and then you spoke again. “Yes, this is quite what we were looking for. But it’s not just us. We’ll be 7, including me, my boyfriend and his 5 siblings.”

“Isn’t there noise from the party downstairs anyways at that hour?” Five asked her. The expression on Amy’s face changed as she looked down.

“The party huh… you’re not from here are ya? Well, I was just joking earlier, kid. When y/n Hargreeves left the club, the people got angry. She was the main reason why people still came. Most stopped coming after some time, it simply wasn’t smart to keep the club partying. Now it’s nothing more than a property.”

They… went bankrupt, because you stopped showing up? You knew people loved you, but John never told you you were the one holding up their business. A tear rolled down your cheek. All that fame, all the posters. You had bleached your hair when you returned to 2019 and you wore sunglasses everywhere. No one could know who you were. Some get their 30 seconds of fame, you got your year. One year could mean your whole life sometimes.

You were laying on Elliot’s couch with the phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you were trying to take off your coat. Five reached to help you mouhting I got it. He took your coat to the hanger and then disappeared into the kitchen.

“Hello, this is John Stephens speaking.”

“Hi, John. It’s just me, y/n. I- uh, I’m calling from a friend's house. I think I’m going to spend the night. Just thought it’ll be fine for you to know in advance.”

“y/n, yes. So, what you’re saying is... that you won’t be here in time for tonight’s show?” he said anxiously. You didn’t know this at the time, but he was worried about losing profit.

“No no, I just- I would really want to hang out with my friend and it’ll be just for tonight.”

Gosh, you were reasoning with him as if he were your dad.

“Oh,come on, Hargreeves. Not even one song?”

You laughed at how disparate he was. “Sorry. Not even one. I’ll be gone til morning. But I’m sure no one will miss me that much. Besides, you can always ask Amy to sing. She’s been getting better. For real, John. That girl has potential.”

“There ain’t no well in hell I’m letting my sister get up in front of all these drunks to sing. She’s just 17, woman!”

You couldn’t stop laughing now. “Goodnight, John. I’ll- Well I’ll see you on Monday if we don’t run into each other.”

“Have a nice evening, y/n”

You hung up the phone and rose from the couch. When entering the kitchen you saw Five pouring coffee in two big mugs. You went and hugged him from behind, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. You could feel him smiling as you kissed him again. He took the mugs and turned around to face you leaning on the counter.

“Did you miss me?” he asked innocently, making you giggle.

You leaned in and kissed him. You could still taste the coffee on his lips. He kissed you back and you felt him smirk as you laced your hands behind his neck.

“Did I miss you?” you asked him back rhetorically. And you could see how eager he was to meet your lips again. You gave him a quick peck on the lips, and one on his shoulder, and then you hugged him tightly. “I did. A lot.”

“I know what it’s like to be alone. I promise you, we won’t have to go through that again. I’ll try everything I can do to be together forever.”

“Forever?” you asked.

“Assuming you won’t kick me out, of course.” You smacked his arm.

“Idiot.” you said between laughs. “Give me one of those mugs.”

He hands you your coffee and you take a sip. “Black?”

“We have a lot to talk about,” he said.

You both sat back on the couch and went over anything and everything. How you got famous. Where the others were. How he just arrived. What he saw. How long everyone had been here.

“How long do we have?” you asked, searching for his eyes.

He leaned back on the couch. “A lot more than last time. Enough time to find out what causes it, and more importantly, how to stop it.”

You smiled at his words. After all this time, you were finally reunited, and no one was rushing you now. You had nothing to lose anymore, except time. Your hands unconsciously inched towards his thigh and you traced small hearts on his leg. “That means we can breathe safely for a while, right?”

Five brought you closer to him, straddling him now. He brushed your hair behind your ear so you could see him better. Your fingers explored his face carefully. The bump of his nose, his cheeks, his dimples as he grinned at you. Gosh, how you had missed his dimples. You missed everything about him.

“We have almost one full year,” he said.

“Then we better make the best of it, right?” you said as your lips brushed against his.

He laid his head on the fluffy cushions and you followed, not breaking eye contact. His blue eyes scanned yours and your soul ran wild. You towered over him and pressed your forehead on his. Suddenly, the sound of the cars outside stopped and it all went silent. In this moment, there was only you and him. And this moment would exist forever.

You had to make up for all the time you were apart. You kissed him passionately, closing your eyes. His hands flowed along your curves and rested on your hips, pressing you hard on his chest. The kiss tasted like his favourite kind of coffee. Every movement of yours was matched instantly by him. He didn’t need words to know. Neither did you.

Five pulled away for a second, looking at you lovingly, desire clear in his eyes. He took your left hand in his and shifted you so that you were laid on your back. He sat on his elbows just above your head. Your hands hugged his shoulders, getting him to slowly bend down. You could feel your eyes fill with tears as you watched him watch you. A flash of worry appeared on his face, but just for a moment.

Five wiped your cheeks with the back of his palm, and kissed your cheeks. You kissed his hand and he kissed yours back, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin. His kisses started to travel upwards, to your elbow, then shoulder, then neck, then down again. You closed your eyes as his kisses passed your collarbone. He tugged softly on your shirt.

“May I?” he hummed with a boyish smirk you hadn’t seen in a long while. You nodded, brushing his hair back.

“Yes, please.” you flushed.

He started unbuttoning your shirt, enjoying every second of it. With every button, he would press one more kiss. With every breath, you would inhale his sweet scent, praying to never forget it.

The morning was cold. Diego and Lila were asleep in the bedroom, Elliot on an armchair. Oh, the poor man couldn't even sleep in his own bed. Five was on the couch, next you. You pushed the blanket closer to him and got up after pecking his forehead.

“Goodmorning, y/n.” he whispered, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Morning, Five.”

“Where are you going?” he whined.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be right back”

You searched for your shirt and pants only to find them underneath your pillow. Getting dressed up in a hurry, you covered your shoulders with what seemed to be another blanket… or a really long scarf. Either way, it was warm enough. You reached for a cigarette in your pocket and made your way outside.

You sat on the cold stairs that led up to the entrance of the building and watched the people pass the alley.

“Look at them, rushing to get to their shitty jobs in time, to get their kids to school, rushing, rushing, rushing.” you scoffed under your breath.

“Good thing we don’t have to rush anywhere, right?” a voice startled you. You turned your head to the door to see Five already dressed nicely with a mug of, probably, coffee again. How convenient it could be for him sometimes to jump through space. Always a step ahead of you.

“That's not healthy.” he pointed at your cigarette.

“That’s not either” you said gesturing to his drink and he chuckled, amused.

“Yeah, well, at least I won’t get sick” he sat down, resting his head on your shoulder.

“We can’t have that happen. Even a cold can be deadly for an old man like you.” You bumped your cigarette on the side of his mug smiling. “Cheers”

Making your way back to the car you saw everyone was outside.

“Vanya why are you not in the car?” Five asked immediately.

“It just took too long and I was worried.”

“Is it so hard to just stick to the rules? Is it? All you had to do was sit there.” he sighed.

Everyone looked worried, so you smiled softly. “We got the key guys, it’s all good. Let’s go upstairs, I’m tired.”

“Thank, God.” Allison said so relaxed, unaware of the gun pointing at her from behind a tree nearby. She walked to the club’s doors. “Let’s go.”

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writingsfromhome · 3 years

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Bad Timing I(.5)

A/N: This is the sort of backstory to Harry and you, I think it can be read on its own if you want, or before you read the first part too. It’s angsty af, but it has some death and sensitive topics jsyk. I tried to keep it concise but it got a little wordy as angst does. xx

Part 1

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About 12 Years Ago:

“So are you coming to that party or not?” My roommate asks. She was one of the first people I’d met last year when we started uni and even though we came from different backgrounds we remained friends over the last year, even choosing to room together again. She got me to open up and find the extroverted part of me that was able to enjoy uni outside of academics.

“Ugh, I’m volunteering for the voting booths for the rest of the week. Maybe if I can make it?”

“You’re actually doing that?” She scrunches her nose. “I don’t get it. You’re just way too nerdy to be my friend.”

“And yet you loove me,” I squeeze her against me and she laughs. “It’s my mom, she said I had to do at least one extracurricular so I could meet friends this year.”

“You already have friends,” she points to herself, and with her came her group of friends that’d quickly taken me in last year.

And my mom doesn’t like that I hang out with you, I think. She thought we partied too much even though my grades stayed decent. “She wants me to have nerdy friends too, I dunno. They’re helping me pay my tuition until I get a job so I kinda have to play nice.”

“Parents suck,” my roommate flicks through her closet. I agreed, this was just something I would get through to get through. Then they would leave me alone for the rest of the year.

Little did I know the person they’d partner me with at my polling station was someone who would be in my life for the next decade.

“I’m Harry by the way,” he’d said after we received our orientation and assigned the building we were going to babysit the votes in. “Second year.”

“Me too! I’m Y/N. What’s your major? I’ve never seen you around.”

“Law--well I haven’t decided if it’s law but that’s what I’m in right now.”

“Really? Law?” I was openly judging, he just didn’t seem the law type.

“Well what are you in?” He demands.

“Business,” I cringe.

“Really? Business?” He has a cheeky smile on, one that would become familiar to me.

“Well, you just don’t seem like the law type. They’re usually more uptight, dress way too smart for me.”

“I know, it’s like, we’re not even in the courtroom yet,” he joins in and it makes me laugh--how he could poke fun at his own people. That’s when I knew we would get along fine, and I actually looked forward to the next few days getting to know him better.

“I’m definitely telling my mum about you, she’s been begging me to make friends outside of my circle. I’ll tell her I’m friends with a law student.”

“So we’re friends already?” We’d reached our booth and began setting up the partitions. He takes over when I set it up wrong.

“Obviously,” I say. “I actually like you which means you’ll have a hard time getting rid of me.”

“I’m alright with that,” he grins and I notice the laugh lines that are brought to life as he does. It somehow made him seem more genuinely.

We spend the rest of the time swapping stories, classes, rants. We check student IDs and hand out voting cards in between but it doesn’t feel like a drag anymore. At the end of the day, I invite him to the party my roommate was going to with our friends. If he was going, maybe I would too. He seemed like he might be fun at a party.

“Er,” he suddenly seems nervous. “I’ll have to ask my girlfriend, she wanted to hang out tonight.”

“Well bring her too!” I say excitedly. “Is she law as well?”

“No, she’s in the arts.”

“I like her already,” I push. “Bring her, my friends are fun you’ll learn how to have a good time.”

“I know how to have a good time,” there was the flash of his dimples again. “Text me the address.”

And thus began a friendship for the next four years, partying together, studying together (trying to), and hanging out in each other’s rooms. We would set each other up with other friends, double dated, went out for sunrise-hikes, and took long drives at night when we had to blow some steam off from being over-stressed, over-studied uni students. Our friend circles overlapped, the fabric of our lives eventually bleeding together. We were made of the same fibers, sticking together even after uni, when our friends got more serious about their careers. When they moved out of the country or to another city, we made sure to rent places close enough that we could still see each other often. And somehow, in the new chapter of our lives, without the partying and our other friends to buffer, we became closer than before.

We cared for each other--we didn’t deny that ever. And somehow that platonic love turned romantic as we depended on each other while we navigated adulthood. I can’t exactly pinpoint where things changed, but one evening our relationship was changed forever.

7 years ago:

“She literally wants me to stay until 7, and she was offended when I said no! I’m not even getting paid for that!” I was bitching to Harry about my shitty job.

“That’s bollocks” Harry shrugs. “Just say you’ve got family obligations or something.”

“I said that the one time she wanted us to come in on a weekend and she gave me shite work the following week! I just...I can’t afford to lose this job Harry.”

“That’s shitty, I’m sorry.” He takes the last swig of his beer. “Want another one?”

“I haven’t even finished this one,” I moan at my now warm beer that I’d been nursing for the last hour, too busy ranting to drink it. “It’s getting late though I should head home before it’s dark. Don’t want that nutter that hangs around my building to harass me again.”

“I’ll walk you home,” Harry suggests. He lived a 15 minute walk from me.

“No no,” I get up and take our dirty dishes to the sink. “I didn’t even ask about you, how was your day?”

“Same old,” he sighs against the counter. “I feel like I don’t fit in, everyone my age is finishing their law degree but I don’t think I want to.”

“I knew from the day I met you, you weren’t destined for the courtroom.” I pull him into a comforting hug. “Do what makes you happy, or what doesn’t make you want to say fuck it and quit your job to hibernate.”

“You really know the perfect thing to say,” Harry chuckles but he pulls me tighter against him. I stroke his back, reassuring him he’d be alright in the end.

“Y/N-” he pulls away to say something but freezes mid sentence. I raise an eyebrow but he’s still, staring at my face.

“Harry?” I ask, but he continues staring. “Hello? You alright?”

“Yeah,” he breaks into a sudden smile. That was weird--I make sure he’s okay before letting go.

Before I leave, I kiss Harry’s cheek goodbye--I was never shy in the affection I gave my friends and Harry’s bummed mood needed extra affection tonight. But what I don’t expect is for him to catch me before I pull away, staring intently into my eyes. The lighthearted energy between us disappears instantly as it dawns on me, how close we were, the unspoken feelings in his eyes, the hesitation before he presses his lips to mine.

I kissed him back then, barely understanding what was happening, before pulling away. I give him a smile but that’s just what he sees at the tip of the iceberg, underneath my mixed feelings churn away. My best friend just kissed me, and I wasn’t totally mad about it.

“It’s getting dark I-” I say as Harry says, “Sorry was that okay?”

We laugh awkwardly, neither of us sure what to do at this point. We decide to ignore it instead.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Harry lets me go and opens the door for me. “Watch out for the neighbourhood nutter yea?”

I stand in place, feeling the fibers of our friendship unraveling but feeling hopeless in mending the tear. “Take care Harry.”

I high tail it out, my thoughts going at an impossible rate as I sort out what happened. And we try to ignore it the next couple weeks,

We hadn’t made it official then, too nervous to face what this meant about our friendships. It was only at my sister’s wedding, that I realised what was wrong between us. I’d been mourning our old friendship, and avoiding him in the weeks since the kiss. But what I didn’t realise was that our friendship had been changing over the last year anyway, and getting drunk on champagne and dancing with Harry, while my sister celebrated the happiest day of her life, made me realise there was a cause for celebration here: a new chapter in our lives.

A couple days later, after a stressful day at work, I’d taken the tube to his flat and waited for him outside. He was surprised to see me there, not saying much except to open the door and let me in. As soon as he’d closed it, my lips were attached to his and we’d let our bags drop, coats, and any piece of clothing between us. After that night, we didn’t even try to deny how we felt about each other.

“I didn’t think I could ever be this happy,” he’s whispered to me after. I thought he’d fallen asleep but his whisper in the dark made me grin to myself. “Are you awake.”

“I am. Awake and happy.” I turn to face him, giggling. “Who knew this could feel so right.”

“Our first kiss was quite wrong though wasn’t it?” Harry says and it makes me laugh.

“That’s why I needed to do a redo,” I tease. “Can’t leave you to plan anything.”

“It wasn’t planned I swear, I was trying to be spontaneous.”

“Let’s not try ‘spontaneous’ again then,” I kiss him in the dark. He pulls me snug against him, I never knew how safe it felt. The safest I would ever feel, wrapped in the warmth with my best friend and now something else.

It was a good few months, testing the waters as our relationship underwent a transformation. All of our friends were supportive, but we never missed the glances between them. Apparently, they were waiting for this to happen. But as sweet as those first few months had been, finding out my mum was sick with a timeline was devastating. I came apart at the seams but Harry stayed through it all, holding me together. He’d proposed then, wanting my mum to be part of the ceremony. We had a small wedding, intimate but still magical. It was bittersweet, the amount of love and happiness I felt towards Harry and our loved ones around us as he said I do and as he took my arm and swept me across the dancefloor. But the amount of sadness crushing my chest kept me from being the weightless bride I always thought I would be.

Through it all, Harry stayed by my side. While we were hopeful, the day our hopes were dashed, the days and weeks I mourned. When my sister and her husband came to stay with their crazy toddlers and Harry kept them entertained giving my sister and I time together. I thought he was perfect, that I’d lucked out.

That lasted a few years, 3 and a half to be exact. There were months leading up to our split and we could point to a bunch of things that could’ve led to it. a) him wanting kids, and me wanting to wait or b) long hours we worked as we changed careers and tried to make our way up or c) how hard getting pregnant actually was. Maybe I pushed him away, or he didn’t love me enough to try and make it work.

I think I lied to myself, avoiding the tension creeping into the relationship. The tired excuses and time spent apart, the lack of usual affection, or casual conversations. I was an idiot, I realise every time I think about the end in retrospect. Maybe if I caught on earlier I could have fixed us before we fell apart. Maybe I could have saved us.

“There’s someone coming in Tuesday morning to fix the broken washer, will you be home?” I ask, still in bed and scrolling through my phone. I hadn’t meant to be up this early but Harry woke me as he got up and I couldn’t fall back asleep.

“No,” Harry responds, his back to me as he ruffles through the dresser. “I’ve got a thing that morning.”

“Well I’ve got to go in early Tuesday-I thought you might be home.” I say. I hear an edge to Harry’s voice but I try not to focus on it. He’d been a little cold all weekend and I was scared to think what it meant.

“You couldn’t be bothered to check in when you confirmed the date?” Harry asks harshly.

“I...guess not.” I put my phone down and wait for Harry to turn, maybe I could read his expression. Maybe he was stressed. “Harry?”

“What?” He turns, but he looks at me with no emotion. No stress, no frustration, not even anger. It’s the lack of emotion in his face that cause my eyes to prick with tears. Harry raises his eyebrows and I shake my head, untangling myself from the sheets so he doesn’t see any tears. I rush to the bathroom but forget to close the door out of habit.

“Y/N,” a kinder Harry appears by the doorway. His face has smoothed out the harsh lines, his eyes hesitant and cautious.

“What’s happened with us?” I blurt out. “Why are you so cold all the time? Am I doing something wrong?”

Harry’s face falls and he walks towards me but doesn’t touch me. “It’s nothing like that. It’s...I don’t know. We should talk.”

He reaches his hand out but I flinch away. “Did you meet somebody new or something? What are we talking about?”

“Let’s not do this here. Right now.”

“Why not!” I finally had enough. “I’ve been walking on eggshells for months Harry! I don’t know what’s wrong and I keep waiting for you to bloody tell me!”

“This isn’t working!” Harry raises his voice to compensate for mine. I’m immediately silenced by the volume, and then the words sink in.

“Is there someone else?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer, his gaze on the hanging vines by the window. My heart drops into my stomach like a boulder, and I find it hard to breathe. I clutch the porcelain sink and ask in a surprisingly even tone, “Harry. Answer me.”

“What we have, Y/N...it’s dysfunctional.” He says quietly, meeting my eyes. “It doesn’t matter if there’s someone else, we’ve been fighting for months. Things aren’t the same between us-”

“Who is she?” I ask. I needed to know.

“That’s not relevant,” he shuts my question down quickly. “I’m sorry Y/N, I...I don’t want to hurt you. I care about you, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t,” I’d pleaded. “We can go to counseling, talk it through-”

“I can’t Y/N.”

“Because of her.”

“No, because this isn’t good for either of us.” He’d walked up to me, cradled my face. “We’re not good for each other, not like this.”

“Who is she?” I yank his hands away.

“She’s...it doesn’t matter, I swear nothing happened between us Y/N. Knowing who she is isn’t going to help this situation--”

“It is! If it weren’t for her, you’d be willing to work on us--to see a future. You...Harry how could you do this to me? To us?” The tears come with no control. “You’re moving on before we’re even over. How are you giving up on us like that?”

“I’m not!” his voice booms in the tiled bathroom. “I’m not bloody giving up on us! I tried Y/N, so many times. I tried! You just keep pushing at me to be someone I’m not and-”

“I can say the same thing about you!” I throw the brush in my hands into the sink. “We were good! And you got it in your head you wanted a baby even though we’re young, oh my god Harry you kept pestering me to change my mind even though I told you I needed time!”

“It’s not like we could have a fucking baby anyway,” Harry says bitterly before realising what he’d said. “Shit-”

“There you go,” I mock. “I knew it. I knew you were holding that against me. And that,” I jab my finger into his chest. “Is what’s made you so moody, so mean and why we’re always fighting. You held it against me.”.

There was absolute truth to what I said. Last year, Harry had brought the baby topic up. I’d told him we were only in our mid-20s, we had a lot of time, and we still had a career to establish. But he would bring up the topic often enough that I’d given in.To make him happy. And months went by, trying for a baby. Went we finally went to our doctor, she’d told us why it was so hard, it could take us years she’d said.

Harry came home that day dejected, and left me feeling like a failure. I think it tore us up.

“You wanted a baby so fucking bad and when I couldn’t, it made me feel like a complete failure. And I told you that! And you did absolutely nothing to make me feel better. You held it against me, Harry! You didn’t even try to tell me it was okay.”

“It’s not so fucking simple,” he says, his cheeks flushed pink. Maybe it was anger, or maybe it was embarrassment from being confronted with an ugly truth.

“It is. And now you’ve upgraded to a newer model, maybe her version comes with a fertile womb.” I take the cheap shot.

He doesn’t say anything though. And I don’t know why that hurts more than knowing he’d fallen for another woman while he was still married to me. My best friend in the whole world had just broken my heart into a million irrevocable pieces.

“It’s a bunch of things Y/N,” he finally says. “That’s just part of it. We’re not...we’re just not working!”

“Did you even try to make it work?” I ask, swiping my sleeve across my face. “Did you ever think how I felt? How you made me feel Harry? You’ve been slipping away from me without talking to me-” I break off. I couldn’t speak through the heartbreak, the thunderstorm of grief threatens to consume me and my sobs are the only thing that manages to come out.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Harry tries to place a hand on my shoulder but I jerk away, moving to sit on the edge of the bathtub. “Y/N...”

“Just go,” I say through the tears.

“We can talk more about this later-”

"Just go,” I say louder.

Harry’s phone rings again from the bedroom and he sighs. But he leaves me, crying on the bathroom floor. The sadness that was always in my peripheral consumes me. I’d carried this sadness for a long time--ever since I found out my mum was sick, the sadness plagued me. I’d neatly packed it up once I decided to move forward with my life like my mum would want me to, but now it comes back tenfold, marrying the grief of losing Harry like this. And I stay on the floor crying my grief away for hours, eventually crawling into bed and sleeping the daylight away.

When I wake, it’s 6 and Harry isn’t home. I take that as a sign and get up to pack up a few things. I call my sister who still lived in London then, and crash on her couch, staying there for a few weeks and ignoring any call or text from Harry. When I need to go back, for my things, I find him sleeping on the couch with the TV on, something I always found endearing. But I can’t afford to dwell on how much it hurt seeing him like that.

He must have woken from the noise because when he finds me, he tries to stop me and tell me that we still needed to talk.

“About what?” I ask, just tired now. Too many tears shed and too many hours laying awake thinking about the exact moment we went wrong.

“Us,” Harry looked tired too. He was probably throwing himself into his work with nothing like me to hold him back, I think bitterly. His girlfriend had probably already been to our house--his house.

“What about us?” I barely look at him as I begin folding away all my clothes.

“I don’t know,” Harry sits on the bed. “Don’t you want to talk?”

“I’ve got nothing to say, do you?”

Harry sighs, “I don’t know.”

“Nice talk then,” I say, shoving the rest of my things in just so I could get out.

“I just want you to know I care about you Y/N, I don’t want to hurt you.” He says as I pack.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. If you cared about me, and you didn’t want to hurt me you wouldn’t have done this to us.”

“I wasn’t trying to--I didn’t mean to go and fall for someone else-”

“Just stop,” I cut him off. I couldn’t hear it, how the man I loved fell for someone else. I couldn’t break down here. Again.

He said he cared but it didn’t feel that way. It hurt more than I wished to admit. He knew what I’d been through and he still betrayed me, tossed my heart like it was replaceable. The cut he left in me ran deep.

As I leave he tries to talk to me, but I barrel past him. He still reaches for me and pulls me into a hug, I struggle against him but he’s too strong. He wraps me in his arms until I go still but it’s too much. A sob escapes me, and this time he lets me push him off and leave, my bag banging into my hips every time I take a step. As soon as I got into my Uber, I can’t stop crying. There was an infinite pool of tears where Harry was involved.

3 years ago:

My trust and my heart had been been lost in the war between Harry and I. It only took him a month to mail my divorce papers which sat collecting dust on my dining table until he showed up at work one day and demanded I sign them by the end of that week. I’d taken the day off the day I mailed those in, mourning the end of something that was once so safe and beautiful.

When a close friend calls me on a warm July afternoon, I don’t consider her warning that I shouldn’t check Instagram. That I still had Harry’s friends on my list. I open Instagram before she can tell me why, and see it. Harry was getting married, again. To the woman he gave up on us for. I try to zoom in on a picture without liking it, she was pretty...and blonde. She looked familiar--probably from his office. It didn’t take him long.

It was like someone had taken a retractor to the wound I thought had finally scabbed over. The physical proof that Harry had moved on is just the salt on the wound.

I cry myself to sleep that night.

2 Years ago;

The guy in front of me drones on about his job, mansplaining to me how a mortgage worked as if I wasn’t in finance myself. I excuse myself to use the restroom, checking my phone to see a text from my sister. She’d moved to Scotland this year, to where her husband was from, and I’d missed her terribly in the last year.

A little birdie told me your demon-ex just got divorced 🥂

I stare at the screen, chest feeling tight. I felt vindicated somehow, but I also felt a small bit of sadness. What a fuck-up.

Good for him I had texted back. A part of me wanted him to hurt the way he hurt me.

I went back to my date with a renewed enthusiasm. I’d ordered more wine and got so drunk he was actually interesting enough to take home.

About 1 year ago

“Y/N,” a voice from my past says, one that haunted me some nights. I turn as I exit the shop I was just in. I blink at the sight before me, Harry in a vest and hat. He realises what I’m staring at and laughs awkwardly. “I’m in uniform.”

“You’re...police?” I look up to his face finally. He hadn’t aged a day, although the hat he wears makes him look a little silly.

“Yeah I joined the force uhm...almost 4 years ago now...law didn’t really suit me.”

I know what he was doing, trying to find a baseline to have a conversation. But he was dead to me, and I didn’t want to invite him back in when I was finally forgetting about him.

"Seems like you dropped a lot of dead-weight four years ago.”

I watch his face fall as he realises I wasn’t going to pretend to be friendly.

“Seems that way to you,” he says cautiously. “But that’s not how it happened.”

I shrug. “So. I heard about the divorce. Must’ve been hard being put through that.”

I knew I was being petty, obviously I never got the closure I want (according to my therapist) and I wasn’t over him hurting me the way he did (also according to my therapist). This was how I got my peace, and it wasn’t the best version of me but it was the only one I knew how to be right now.

“Yep,” he crosses his arms over his chest. “So, are you seeing anyone?”

He knew I wasn’t, I don’t know how but the way he stoops to my level I know he knows I hadn’t had a long term relationship since him.

“Not at the moment,” I say awkwardly. “Just focusing on my job...trying to get this promotion.”

“Sorry,” he seems to shake off whatever had come over him. “That was...nosy, I shouldn’t have asked.”

Having him be the bigger person sets something off in me, like there was an anger-bomb inside my mind where he lived and knowing that he was doing okay enough to be able to be the bigger person disrupts this calm I was trying to keep.

“Maybe you shoudn’t have stopped me to ask anything at all. We don’t have anything to talk about anyway.”

I turn around and start to walk away but he catches up, “I wasn’t trying to upset you-”

“Well you have a way of doing that. Please just leave me alone Harry.”

He huffs beside me, “After all this time, can’t we just bloody talk like two adults?”

I freeze and turn to him slowly. He seems to sense this was the wrong thing to say because he takes a step back. “After all this time? Are you serious? I was the one you left behind Harry when you went off to lives your best lift Harry. We’re not living the same life, and we’re not coming from the same bloody place. Don’t fucking patronize me and ask me to talk to you like an adult when you bring out the worst part of me. I meant what I said: I want you to leave me alone. And you know what, if we ever run into each other again, just don’t even talk to me. Pretend you don’t know me. I want nothing to do with you.”

He opens his mouth but his partner calls him from the shop’s entrance. He stays silent, letting me go. As soon as I turn the street corner I rush the rest of the way to the tube, collapsing into a seat and trying to sort out my breathing. It was a shitty feeling, knowing someone was going to be in your life forever because you shared so much history that even when that part of your life ended they were still there. There was so much apart of me, around me, that reminded me of him. And it felt so lonely carrying that around. I wanted to be done with him, I wanted my heart to purge him out. But it couldn’t stop carrying him around everywhere I go.

#Harry Styles #harry styles fic #harry styles angst #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #fic #writingsfromhome #harry styles x reader #harry styles series #detective!harry #backstory #this one made me sad to write #but ALSO #if there are any errors #no there is not

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eatsleepandsupernatural · 3 years

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The Night We Met

Pairings: Alpha!Sam x Maleomega!reader

Summary: You relive meeting Sam and your sisters death on the day of her anniversary

Warnings: OC death, demon possession, mention of injury, hair pulling as stress relief, angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.2

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It’s the anniversary of your sister’s death today—two years since she was possessed by a Demon. Two years since the demon made your sister in the stomach with her own hand. The bloody scene flashes in your mind. Your sister spinning around, her eyes black. The nasty things that she said to you. The loud crash of the front door breaking. The sudden appearance of the two “agents” in your kitchen.

‘Dude, you okay?’

You open your eyes and meet Dean’s worried ones as you take in the room around you, his nostrils flaring as he scents the stress rolling off you in waves. You had made it as far as the kitchen before you’d gotten caught up in the memory of your sister’s death. Your favourite coffee cup, a birthday present from your sister, is now shattered on the floor, your foot bleeding.

‘Damn it,’ you mutter. You bend down to clean it up but Dean grabs your arm.

‘Don’t move,’ he says sternly, before leaning down to clean up the broken pieces. You grumble silently to yourself, cursing the Alpha in your head. They are always bossing you around. ‘Sam! Need you in the kitchen.’

Your shoulders slump with a mixture of relief and defeat, the thought of Sam’s presence eliciting conflicting emotions. On one hand, you know that his presence alone will calm you down, make you feel better. On the other hand, you know that he will want to talk about how you’re feeling so that you can “process” your emotions.

‘What’s wrong?’ Sam asks as he walks into the kitchen, freezing as he assesses the situation. You watch as his eyes move between the broken mug in Dean’s hands, to your bleeding foot before settling on your face. You see the look of understanding pass over his face before he approaches you carefully.

‘Better get that foot cleaned up. Do you mind if I carry you? If you walk you might lodge the shard in further, not to mention, leave a trail of blood.’ Sam asks, still keeping his distance.

You huff, he’s treating you like a porcelain doll. You glance down at your foot, the pain slowly becoming more apparent, and glare at the injury. You want to say no. You may be small, but you hardly ever let Sam carry you. You want to say no so badly, but the injury isn’t great. You groan in frustration, shutting your eyes and pulling on your hair. You want to explode, to punch something, to feel something other than the pain of losing your sister.

Your Alpha’s gentle hands cover yours, pulling them away from your hair. ‘Dean, I’ve got him from here, thanks,’ he murmurs. Sam holds your hands still for a few moments, waiting for Dean’s footsteps to disappear. ‘I’m going to pick you up and take you back to our room, okay?’

When you don’t respond, Sam swiftly picks you up and carries you to the room that you share, placing you on the bed. The room smells so strongly of Sam that you find it hard to stay angry.

Sam kneels in front of you to examine your foot, placing a tray of “medical” tools on the bed next to you. ‘I know you're upset, but that’s no reason to take it out on yourself’.

You narrow your eyes at him, ‘It’s not like I was using my foot for target practice. I’m sorry I dropped the fucking mug.’

Sam pulls out the piece of mug and sighs before responding, ‘I’m not talking about the mug.’ He looks up from your foot to meet your eyes, ‘If you make a habit of hair-pulling, it can lead to more harmful habits. If you are feeling overwhelmed, you know you can come to me.’

You roll your eyes at his words, if you hadn’t fallen in love with him within a week of knowing him, you don’t know how you would put up with him. However, from the moment you met Sam, you felt drawn to him. He was calm and safe in a world that no longer felt safe. So you followed him when he asked you too.

You had just gotten home from work and made yourself a cup of coffee when a knock at the door stopped you from taking your first sip. With a sigh, you placed the coffee back down on the table and answered the door, the presence of two alpha’s making you incredibly anxious.

‘Can I help you?’ You asked, putting on a brave front and puffing out your chest. It was probably pointless, the Alpha’s could probably smell your fear.

‘Good afternoon sir, I’m Agent Page this here is Agent Plant, we mean you no harm. Could we come in and ask you a couple of questions?’ The tall one spoke, as they both showed their badges.

You stared at them for a few moments, before nodding and opening the door to let them in. You lead them to the kitchen and your deserted coffee and take a sip to help gather your nerves.

‘Would you like a coffee, it’s freshly made.’

The agents shared a glance before the shorter one smiles, ‘Thank you.’

Nodding, you turned your back on them to grab two more mugs out of the cupboard. ‘How do you have it?’

‘Just black thanks,’ they answered at the same time.

‘Right, well here you go.’ You placed their cups down before picking up your own and gulping another mouthful down. ‘So, how can I help you?’

‘Well, there’s been a few missing person’s reports from around the neighbourhood and we were hoping that you had noticed something. We haven’t got much to go on, and we are going door to door trying to get as much information as we can.’ Agent Page explained before taking a sip of his coffee.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t know anything, it’s just me and my sister, we try to stay out of other people's business. Sorry I can’t be of more help.’

The agents looked slightly disappointed at your words but smiled at you kindly and the tall one, Agent Page, shook his head, ‘No, that’s fine, thank you very much for your time, we really appreciate it. Here’s my card if you can think of anything.’ Your fingers brushed against his as you accepted the card and warmth you had never experienced before making its way up your spine. You looked up to find he’s already staring at you. He felt it too. You are mates.

You pulled your hand away quickly, a blush formed on your cheeks as you glued your eyes to the kitchen floor. You cursed yourself for acting so submissively but made no move to turn his way again, far too embarrassed.

‘What just happened?’ Agent Plant asked from his spot, hands clasped around his coffee mug. You glanced toward him and watched as his eyes darted back and forth between you and his partner.

‘We bonded.’ Agent Page responded, not taking his eyes off of you.

Agent Page’s eyes widened to the size of saucers if you hadn’t been so anxious you might have laughed. ‘I didn’t think you could, after Jess.’

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you backed away from the two men. This Alpha had been previously mated, with a female. He wasn’t going to want you.

Agent Page glared at his partner before turning to face you, looking regretful, his scent, however, was reaching out to you, hopeful.

‘I was mated to a female omega years ago. She died in a building fire. That doesn’t mean I am going to ignore this connection. When you are ready, give me a call, we can talk privately.’ He reassures you and you nod along to what he was saying. ‘Thank you again for your time.’

As soon as the front door shut behind them, you collapsed to the floor. At least he was gorgeous.

You saw the Alpha the next day at work, surprising both of you.

‘Y/N, you’ve got customers on table three.’ You swapped the towel and glass you were drying out for your notepad and walked into the dining room of the small burger joint you worked at. You smelt them before you saw them. Agent Page’s scent was much more distinct and alluring today after yesterday’s bonding. You could only hope that the suppressants don’t bother him too much.

‘Good Morning Agents, my name is Y/N, I’ll be your waiter this morning. Have you decided what you want to order?’ You asked, glancing between them, registering the shock on their faces.

Agent Plant recovered first, ‘I’ll have the special with a side of bacon and coffee, please.’ Smiling as he passed the menu over. ‘What do you want, Sam?’

Sam stayed silent, his eyes darting around the room as he surveyed the occupants for any possible threat. You realised your bond was incredibly strong, and Sam was indeed struggling with being unable to scent you.

‘I’m going to wash off these suppressants and then I’ll be back to take your order. Everyone in town knows I’m Omega and that I live with my Alpha sister. It’s really a safeguard against strangers passing through. I’ll be back in a second.’

You head to the bathroom before Sam had any time to protest and washed the suppressants off your neck with some paper towels. Despite having known each for barely three minutes, you seem to have accepted Sam as your Alpha without realising it.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was standing guard outside the bathroom when you opened the door. He didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms and bury his head in your neck, calming down instantly.

‘Looks like we might be stuck with each.’ Sam mumbled into your neck, inhaling once more before reluctantly letting you go.

‘Seems that way.’ You replied with a smirk. You liked the way Sam reacted to you and were glad that you weren’t the only one overwhelmed by the new bond. ‘What can I get you for breakfast Alpha?’ You teased, grinning proudly as Sam’s cheeks reddened.

‘Felicity, I’m home!’ You slammed the door behind you, kicking off your shoes with a tired groan. After convincing Sam that you would be alright you managed through the rest of your busy shift, your mind racing. He left with your phone number and the promise of calling you later to set up a proper time to talk, and you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

‘Felicity!’ You frowned, her car was in the driveway and she made it her job to interrogate you on how your shifts went.

She was standing in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in hand glaring at you in disgust, she smelt different, like she was sick, her dark hair was uncharacteristically messy. ‘I heard you the first time. What do you want?’

Your eyes widened in shock, your sister had never spoken to you like that and your first instinct was to shrink away and hide in your room. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I was until you brought your omega stench home.’ She placed the coffee cup on the kitchen bench and made her way toward you without breaking eye contact. ‘Do you know how much your sister hates you? She hates the way you smell. She hates the way you leave the toilet seat up. She hates the way you talk to her about everything. She blames you for the death of your mother. She can’t wait for you to leave.’

With every step Felicity takes towards you, you take one back, unsettled by her behaviour. ‘What are you talking about? Why are you saying “she”?’

A harsh laugh slipped out through her lips as she grabbed a knife from the knife block next to her, ‘Well, I’m sorry to say that I’m not your sister squirt.’ She blinked slowly, her eyes turning black. ‘I’m a demon, and I’m going to kill you.’ She smiled in delight, turning the knife in on herself and plunging it into her stomach.

It was at that moment the front door was kicked open and Sam came running into the kitchen stopping in front of you to give you a quick once over before turning to your sister who was still standing in the middle of the kitchen laughing.

Blood soaked the front of her shirt but she didn’t seem bothered by the injury. She met Sam’s livid gaze with a calm one of her own. ‘Hey Sam, he’s cute.’

Sam responded in a foreign language you had never heard before, his partner rushing in to the kitchen assessing the situation. He leapt forward and grabbed your sister as Sam continued speaking, volume raising. Black smoke shot out of your sisters mouth and Dean laid her gently down on the floor, placing his fingers against her neck to check for a pulse. With a shake of his head, Dean pulled away from Felicity, making space for you to say goodbye.

‘What are you thinking about?’ You turn to face Sam who has taken a seat next to you having finished fixing up your foot, the medical tools packed away.

‘How we met, Felicity.’ Sam smiles at you sadly before lying back on the bed, his arm stretched out across your pillow - an invitation to snuggle.

You don’t hesitate to curl into his chest inhaling deeply, and you heave a sigh of relief as he pulls you as close as humanly possible. ‘Do you want to talk about it?’

‘No’, you grumble, content with just being in your Alpha’s embrace.

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crazycephalopoda · 3 years

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Grief

My father died February 11th, 2021. That, in and of itself, is a weird sentence for me to write. To acknowledge. To me, the reality of this situation that I find myself in has not quite sunk in. I feel it in waves, rocking me like a boat beating against a storm. There are times when the boat has a leak and I scramble on deck to patch it together, desperately holding my hands over the holes while water rushes in. There are times where other boats come near to try and salvage my wreckage, but the captain goes down with their own ship and whatnot. I have always been one for bad metaphors. Amidst all of this, there are times of calm and quiet waters as well, where the ocean seems endless and empty. My father is dead. He is gone. He will not come back.

I check my Facebook messenger and look at his icon to see if he is there or not. He is not. He will not be ever again. I feel a lump forming in my throat. I scroll through the messages we have shared for the past several years and question every conversation. Did I contact him enough? Why didn’t I respond to that one message he sent? Was I too short with him? Did he know that I loved him? I look back and analyze every photo he was in. Why did I make that face? Why didn’t I take more photos with him? Did he know that I loved him? Why didn’t I show that I loved him more? Why didn’t I? Why didn’t I? Why didn’t I?

Attempting to live my life normally is a joke, and a bad one at that. Everything reminds me of him and the memories we made while growing up. I had malt o meal for breakfast. I cried. He loved malt o meal, with a large amount of sugar and a small amount of milk. Just enough that it was “liquid but not runny” like he said. I remember just two weeks ago when he had eaten only one bite of malt o meal and turned it away due to being nauseous. I thoughtlessly plopped the spoon in my mouth. We all laughed at the realization that he had just had chemo and we were not supposed to swap bodily fluids due to the poisonous chemicals. It was not funny. It was. God, I hate malt o meal. Why did he like this stuff?

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When my eyes are closed, I see the same scenes playing out in my head that have resided there for the past several weeks. They plague my sleep and leave me restless. He had always had a cheery and rounded face, but those final weeks his eyes sunk in between mountains of cheekbones and gaunt skin. His mouth hangs open like he cannot get enough oxygen for all the air in the room. Maybe he wants to speak. But he doesn’t. He is silent at the end, except when in pain. His eyes are also open, halfway and drooping. His eyes are open, and he is searching but he is not seeing me. At one point, when he could still speak, he mutters about bugs crawling on the walls and a girl on the ceiling. We joke about how scary that sounds to make it less uncomfortable. Could he see us there, beside him?

Curly hair was his best feature, he always said. People from all over complimented him on his natural hair all the time. We had a hairdresser once who fawned over it. He acted embarrassed but I think he liked the attention. Those same locks of hair now lay disheveled and unkempt around him like a halo. My mother sprays them with water and tries to keep them clean. I was glad, at least, the one chemo treatment had not stolen that from him. We cut a lock of hair to keep. It is the only thing of his person that will not face or be burned when he is cremated. What would he think of that?

My mother and I are caregiver to him, and we drain fluid from his chest as it builds up to an unbearable amount. At first it is an alien procedure to me, with a series of steps and protocols and cleaning routines. Put on two sets of gloves, touching only the wrist. Clean the cap with an alcohol swab. Make sure the clamp is fastened before you attach the bag below. Don’t drain too much or his blood pressure will drop, and you will kill him even faster than the cancer. After a few times, it is normal and just another thing we do to help him. Towards the end, it is tinged red. So is his urine. So is everything else. He stirs at one point in his confusion and tells me “I’ve leaked, I see red everywhere”. There was none, he was hallucinating. At least that time. Is he in pain?

Our fingers intertwine periodically when I sit beside him. When he was still conscious, he would occasionally reach out for whoever was closest. This was the smallest of comforts we could offer him. He always liked to sleep with his arms above his head, but the atrophied muscles would not allow this for him. We moved him into position like a broken marionette throughout the day. His hands are placed on his chest after he passed. They were so yellow, cold, and frail. There was no strength left in his ragged fingers. I held one of his hands in mine and I took a photo. The yellow skin glares at me like the sun and I squint, suddenly nauseous. I change the photo to black and white. As I stare at that photo now, it seems morbid to me but at the time gave me something to keep of him. What will it be like to never touch him again?

The sounds amplify the hell I experience. After his first round of chemo, he was awake and aware of us for two days. During that time, we made mostly small talk. He was quiet and introspective. At one point, I sat across from him and worked on readings assigned from my graduate school classes. He broke the silence to say he was proud of me. I told him that I was sad he would not see me graduate. He was the reason, after all, I had pursued this path. This is the only time I saw him cry in front of me. We held each other and I listened to his heartbeat in his chest while he told me that regardless of his death, he would be there for me. I realize now that I never asked him things like what his favorite color was, which tv shows he liked now, what hobbies he wished he had done when he had the time. As he is in and out of sleep, my mother and sister tell him “it’s okay, you don’t have to fight, let go”. I cannot speak these words. I do not want to. On his last day, I had exhausted myself to the point I needed to rest. My head had barely hit the pillow before I hear a sound across the vast distance of the house that raised the hairs on my arm. It’s someone in pain. I rush back to his bedside as his head turns this way and that. His mouth now opens only to say “help” in a strangled, garbled voice. He is soothed with morphine until his whimpering subsides. That was the last thing he spoke to us. I never really said “goodbye” to him. Was there more I should have said?

For weeks I sat beside his bed at night and watched over him while the hum of his breathing machine aligned with the nervous fluttering of my heart. His gasping breaths... In for a few seconds, quickly out, then held for an eternity, then in again. Every pause between his breathing caused me to hold my air in my throat. Every pause could have been the last one, but it wasn’t. Until it was. My mother calls out to us, after he expressed pain, and we gather around his bedside. My sister, my mother, my grandmother, and me. My mother holds his hands and weeps. His breathing is different, not the beat I have grown accustomed to. It is quick, jagged, and quiet. At some point, it stops. There is an eerie silence, followed by the sounds a body releases shortly after death. It startles me, and an undeniable signal of the horrible event that has just unfolded in front of us. I can’t believe it. I reach over to his throat to feel a pulse. There isn’t one. I dry heave into the trash can nearby before I break the silence with a loud scream. As I browse Facebook now, I wonder how I can hear him again. Are there videos of him speaking? Why didn’t I record any videos of him speaking? Is his voicemail still on his phone? I am scared to call it. Why am I scared to call it?

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Reliving these events, the weight now completely crushes my chest. It caves in my ribcage, plows through my heart, and drops me somewhere against the cold of the floor below. I am paralyzed in this position, barely breathing. I am scared. If I am too loud, if I cry, if I talk, I am acknowledging this new reality I am forced to live in. I don’t want to live it. I don’t want to be a part of it. I reject this world, body and soul. I am scared. Frantically, my mind races to those who are still present. I have not spent enough time with them. I have not said all the things I wanted, asked them what their favorite color is, or recorded enough photos and videos. When will I lose someone else? How will I lose them? I am scared. My breath begins to catch in my chest, and I feel the room shrink around me. I will never hear him again. I will never see him again. I will never touch him again. I will never play Fallout (which he loved) with him or watch Alien Covenant (which he hated) with him again. I will never be able to fall into his arms and cry about something stressing me out again. I will never hear him tell me he is proud of me again. I will never see him smile after he tells a bad joke again. My father is dead. How do I grieve this loss?

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another year, another loss

part eleven: another year, another loss

Summary: The season is over and it’s nothing new for the Leafs leading Freddie and (Y/N) to discuss Fred’s retirement.

Warning: talk of death/cremation, some angst near the end but not too much, a little bit of fluff

Author’s Note: The next chapter will be almost completely angst so that’ll be fun to write but for now we have a little bit of fluff and a little bit of angst and a preparation to say goodbye. I did think about writing this chapter as a win -- the Leafs first Stanley Cup win in 55 years -- but because I had planned on some angst, I made them lose 🤷‍♀️. Don’t worry! I do plan on having a little section in the last chapter (which will be a longer one) where they celebrate a win so stay tuned for that! I hope you enjoy these last few chapters and keep reading whatever you’re interesting in reading from my masterlists! Stay golden, loves!

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Freddie’s P.O.V

It didn’t come as much of a surprise that the Leafs Stanley Cup run was cut short again but you were getting exhausted more and more each year trying to keep the team afloat; though you’d never say that to anyone.

“Fred?” you heard your wife whisper as she came around the corner, “you okay?”

“I’m fine, elske,” you replied softly before she walked in with Vita, “just thinkin’...”

“Thinkin’ about what?” she smiled as she sat on your lap, wrapping her free arm around your neck

“The season...” you admitted

“Yeah? What have you come up with?”

“I’m tired of losing”

“Baby, you know you’re incredible right?” she asked before kissing your cheek

“I’ve been with the Leafs for almost five years and things have stayed pretty much the same,” you said, “I love being part of the team but I feel like every season is the same”

“So what are you saying?”

“Maybe I need to think about retiring?”

“Are you sure?” she asked, clearly surprised at your admission, “you’re only 31... You could still play if you wanted to, maybe you just need to play less?”

“I can’t not be a starter”

“Why not? It doesn’t make you any less of a goalie”

“It does”

“Why?” she asked as if it weren’t clear

“I’ve been in the league for nearly 10 years and I’ve never been a back up goalie”

“Yeah but Fred, look what that’s done to you,” she argued, “you’re always tired and stressed and somehow this all falls on you -- you are not the entire team”

“But if I’m not the starting goaltender, what am I?” you said as you dropped your head to your hands

“You are an amazing goaltender. You are an amazing friend. You are an amazing father and an amazing husband. I want you here, always. I’m selfish like that,” she smirked, “but I want you to do what’s right for you.”

“Goalies in the NHL don’t really go past 35″

“That doesn’t mean they can’t” she added

“It’s unlikely”

“Say it is, that means you still have four more years left in you”

“What if my body doesn’t agree?”

“Ah, good question,” she laughed, “listen to your body. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I don’t want me getting hurt either...”

“Then we’re agreed?”

“I don’t know..”

“You’re going to listen to your body?”

“And to you”

“As it should be!” she smirked, pushing her chest against yours as her arm hugged you tightly

“Daddy!” Vita exclaimed, making you and (Y/N) laugh at her sudden interjection

“That’s me!” You replied, letting your daughters small hand grab your thumb and shake it like a rattle

“We love you, little Vita” (Y/N) smiled before kissing Vita’s forehead. For the first time in weeks, you were able to see what your life would be like without Hockey. It wasn’t something you’d really thought about before because you couldn’t picture a time when you weren’t playing Hockey but being a father and a husband had really changed your perspective and you were ready to let your career go where it is meant to go; when it was time to end, you’d end.

You never wanted to be here, not that you thought it would never happen, you just didn’t want to be here. Not now, not for them, not like this. But here you were, outside of your Oma and Opa’s church in Vienna waiting for the family to be ready to travel to spread their ashes; listening to the whispering of the crowd around you

“It’s such a sweet way to go”

“It’s almost out of a movie”

“Both of them passed in their sleep. It was peaceful”

“You can tell how much they loved each other, what they meant to each other”

“They were so far away from their family”

“The family probably hated not being there.” You couldn’t handle all the whispers and the implications so you asked Freddie to hold Vita while you exited the room as calmly as you could manage

“Honey?” your mom’s voice carried across the room as tears streamed down your face

“Hey mom” you replied, sniffling as you wiped the tears away

“Is everything okay sweetie?” she asked, placing her hand on your shoulder to let you know she was there for you

“Oh sure,” you scoffed, “Oma and Opa are gone and everyone out there is whispering about how they were alone. That we weren’t here for them...”

“Sweetheart,” she whispered, pulling you close when you turned to face her, “Oma and Opa loved us and knew that our lives weren’t in Vienna. They weren’t sick.. not like that. Not in a way that could’ve given us time to come out here and stay with them. It was just old age”

“But they were alone” you said between sobs

“They weren’t alone,” she reassured you, “they had each other. They always had each other and I know that they couldn’t have imagined it any other way”

“I didn’t get to say goodbye...”

“We’ll all say goodbye today”

“Can I interrupt?” Freddie asked as he peered in from the door

“Of course, I should go find your father and your sister. I love you, Liebling”

“I love you, too, mama.”

“Hey,” Freddie said, walking in with Vita in his arms, “everything okay?”

“I just had a moment...” you sighed

“Can we be here for your moment?” he joked, lifting up Vita

“Always” you replied, kissing his cheek and Vita’s forehead before you all decided to head back. Your grandparents had told your mom that they wanted their ashes to spread across the Echern Valley in Hallstatt but they wanted everyone to travel together -- it was their way of making sure everyone would actually show up. When you finally got to the Valley, your mom asked you to say a few words and you had to force yourself not to get choked up, “Hallstatt was one of Opa’s favourite places and it was the first trip he ever took with Oma. They immediately fell in love with it, especially the Waldbachstrub Waterfall. Oma used to tell me that it was the happiest place on earth, that there was something about it that made her feel calm and I can see why.” You smiled as you looked around the Valley and all the familiar faces, “The two of them were so effortlessly in love and had a relationship I aspired to have for myself... I’m going to miss them so much.” As tears began to well in your eyes, you encouraged your mom to get everything started and the group made their way to the foot of the Waterfall, saying goodbye one final time. Once you, Freddie and Vita got back to your grandparents house, you found it difficult to look at everything because it all reminded you that Oma and Opa weren’t here

“Elske?” Freddie asked, placing his hand on your shoulder when he heard you sniffle. You moved away from his touch just enough that you could run your hand across your grandma’s old vanity

“They’re gone, Fred...” you said

“I know, love” he answered quietly

“I don’t think I’ll ever know if I made them proud. I can’t believe I’ll never see them again”

“Of course you made them proud,” he tried but tears kept falling down your cheeks, “they loved you and they were so grateful for being part of your life and our lives. And Vita’s life.”

“Oh god,” you groaned, realizing that they’d never get to see your baby girl grow up, “Vita will never know them.”

“She will,” he added, “we’ll make sure we tell her about them and how much they loved her.” You huddled into your husband’s chest as he let you continue to cry about whatever you needed to until you exhausted yourself, falling asleep on his shoulder before he carried you to bed. When you woke up the next morning, you found everyone huddled in the kitchen laughing and smiling

“What’s going on here?” you smiled

“Hey babe!” Freddie greeted, running over to you to plant a kiss on your forehead, “how did you sleep?”

“Good, yeah...” you replied, “so what’s everyone giggling about?”

“Oh nothing, just swapping stories” your sister said

“What kind of stories?”

“Mama!” Vita called, taking your attention away from the rest of the family so you could pick her up

“That’s me!” you cooed, kissing your daughter’s small cheeks as she giggled

“She’s so good” your mom added

“Isn’t she? We were so surprised that she was actually sleeping through the night” you smiled

“So much so that (Y/N) kept thinking that Vita wasn’t breathing” Freddie joked

“No but it’s true! Everyone always says how little sleep they get when they have a newborn so I was all prepared for the screaming and the wailing and the crying but nothing -- just silence.” You explained, bouncing Vita as you spoke, “so naturally, I got freaked out and would spend half the night making sure she was still alive!”

“I always knew you’d be a good mom” your dad added and you sarcastically awed at him

“We should probably get packed up pretty soon” Freddie interjected

“What? No” you insisted, “Fred, I promised I’d stay here and help get things settled”

“Your parents said they could handle it, Plus,” you continued, “your sister is here and so is the rest of the family. There’s going to be a lot of people to help out.”

“I promised...”

“(Y/N),” Lauren interjected, “it’s okay. Freddie’s right, we don’t want too many cooks in the kitchen”

“I really don’t mind. I made a promise and I should stick to that promise”

“Sweetheart,” your dad added, “it’s okay. We had a few days with Vita and you and Freddie but your life is in Toronto. We have people here to help clean up, it’s not a huge deal -- there is still a Pandemic going on you know?”

“I know, that’s why I think we should just stay here.” You argued, knowing you’d all have to stay in quarantine for two weeks anyway

“Babe, I ran it by everyone and there isn’t any issue” Freddie said

“You ran it by everyone, except me,” you huffed, “can we just talk outside for a second?” He followed you outside sheepishly and tried to explain his point before you went off

“I didn’t try to undermine you or anything,” he started, “I just thought that you wouldn’t want to be surrounded by all the.. noise”

“Freddie!” you yelled, “they’re my family. If this was your family, you’d expect us to stay no matter what! But let me guess, training camp is starting soon and you need to be back in the city for that?” You waited for him to nod and you could only scoff in response, “I need to stay here. I need to be with my family right now. My grandparents just died!”

“I know...” he said

“I can’t just leave”

“I think you need a break”

“Why? Why would I need a break?” You asked, crossing your arms and popping your hip

“I don’t want you to run yourself into the ground. I don’t want you to get exhausted because you’re sad”

“Sad?” you scoffed, “I’m not sad, Frederik, I’m devastated. I’m grieving”

“(Y/N)..”

“No. You can go home, you can pack up and go back to Toronto to quarantine alone for two weeks before you go to training camp”

“Baby, please, don’t get upset,” he said softly, “I want to be there for you”

“Right... just not here”

“That’s not it”

“Go home, Fred. Vita and I will see you.. whenever we see you”

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t be like this”

“Do. Not. Test me. Freddie. Not now.” You were hoping this was just an overreaction on both your parts but when he walked back inside and came down with his bag, you feared that you may have unintentionally started something you didn’t mean to.

“I guess I’m leaving...” Freddie snarled and Vita began to cry, feeling the tension in the air

“Freddie.. come on, you don’t have to go.” Lauren added but she could tell that his mind was made up

“I love you, Vita,” he cooed as he said goodbye to your little girl who was being held in your moms arms, “I love you, (Y/N)”

“I love you, too.” You replied but the words were subdued and neither of you were sure how much you meant them in that moment. He kissed your cheek before he left, a car pulling up in front of the house just as he walked out the door

“(Y/N)...” Lauren tried but you just hung your head, walking back to the kitchen to sit down

“He wanted to leave, so I let him leave...” You watched as Freddie drove away and you hoped that you didn’t ruin your relationship with the only man you’d ever truly loved.

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Season 1 Episode 1 The Bane of Rudyard

It's the worst day of Rudyard's life when new competitor Eric Chapman arrives on Piffling and becomes an immediate sensation.

Written by David K. Barnes

EPISODE ONE: THE BANE OF RUDYARD

[narration from Madeleine]

Now, Hidden in the English Channel is an island called Piffling. On the island is a village - Piffling Vale - and the village has a square, and the square has this lovely little antique shop but opposite the antique shop is a funeral home which is where much of this chronicle will be set, I’m afraid. You see, I want to tell you all about a man named Rudyard Funn. He owns the funeral parlour, he’s responsible for all the funerals in Piffling Vale and today, he experienced what was undoubtedly the worst day of his life. Which was probably long overdue.

[funky intro music]

REV: We gather here today to celebrate the life of Stanley Carmichael, who was taken from us only five days ago

He continues

[narration] It all began with a funeral, the antique dealer Stanley Carmichael, whose shop was immediately opposite Rudyard’s premises, had led a life of peace and ordered calm of eighty nine years… and had subsequently crushed to death by a granite sundial.

REV: I confess I never actually bought anything from him. His prices have been quite steep actually, though I did have my eye on that sundial. I might still be tempted if it came down in price, hint hint. (laughs)

[narration] Stanley’s relatives pricked up their ears at the prospect of getting something for that granite sundial. Whilst nearby, his eyes sunken, his skin pale and drawn: stood Rudyard, looking at his watch and wishing strongly that the reverend wasn't an agnostic.

REV: … and undoubtedly looking down at us from his place with God. Unless you don't believe in that sort of thing - which I won’t hold against you, mind you God probably will. Unless he doesn’t exist, in which case he won’t even have anything to complain about, really.

RUDYARD: (clears throat) Reverend.

REV: Sorry, did somebody say -

RUDYARD: Reverend. REV: Oh hello Rudyard- RUDYARD: You’re rambling. REV: Sorry? RUDYARD: You’re rambling again REV: Oh God, am I?

RUDYARD: Yes! REV: I’m so sorry, where was I? RUDYARD: His spirit looking down at us from his place- REV: OH! From his place with God, yes, yes, thank you, right, right, I’ve err Looking down at us from his place with umm… no. No, actually, I don't suppose we could have a quick show of hands? RUDYARD: No! No! Now come on! REV: If you believe in God, could you put your hands up, can we all do that? Put your hands up if you believe, ughh right, right err bout half. Um so! Ah yeah. What I might do is do the service twice- RUDYARD: We don't have time!

REV: Once with God in it and the other without. RUDYARD: No! We’re overrunning. REV: Oh! But I thought I might read out a few psalms RUDYARD: Which ones? REV: I don’t mind, I'll be happy to take requests if anyone’s got any favourites? RUDYARD: Nononono. We’re sixteen minutes behind schedule, nearly seventeen. Georgie? (snaps finders) Wake up! GEORGIE: (groans) I don’t want to RUDYARD: We need the coffin in the ground. Now. GEORGIE: Sir, it’s a very heavy coffin RUDYARD: What’s your point? GEORGIE: I’m the only pallbearer RUDYARD: Oh stop moaning, put your back into it! GEORGIE: Ughh Fine! REV: Do we have time for some funny anecdotes? RUDYARD: We’re late as it is and it’s pissing it down - so no. PERSON 1: He’s ruining everything! RUDYARD: There you are reverend, you’re losing them REV: Oh! I thought they were rather getting into it! PERSON 2: Not him, you! RUDYARD: Me? PERSON 3: You horrid little man, stop hurrying things along!

RUDYARD: Don’t you know what a schedule is? PERSON 3: So rude! RUDYARD: This isn’t my only gig today, you know. I’ve got Mr Ascii to measure up in half an hour! PERSON 1: He’s not dead! RUDYARD: Well he doesn’t look healthy, though, does he? PERSON 3: Stop talking we’re trying to honour Stanley! RUDYARD: Honour Stanley! You didn’t even like him. PERSON 3: How dare you! RUDYARD: I noticed in the shop you slipped that carriage clock down your blouse when you thought no one was looking! (gasps) RUDYARD: And the dressing table! (even more gasps) PERSON 2: I knew it! PERSON 3: Shut up! Bill swiped the portrait of Ova Broughn PERSON 2: Bill! I wanted that portrait! PERSON 1: Well you can’t have it! (gasps) PERSON 1: I’m sorry Jerry, I just lost control, OW REV: Now come, come everyone. Stay calm… Jerry put that shovel down! RUDYARD: Alright, Georgie, get the body in the ground GEORGIE: Sir, They’re not very happy RUDYARD: Of course they don’t look happy, it’s a funeral. Off you go! (she grunts) [narration] The service completed, Rudyard Funn and Georgie Crusoe fled the cemetery and hurried back to the funeral home. Established by local character and serial bigamist Gilbert Funn in the fifteenth century, Funn Funerals have always maintained a solid reputation for being the only funeral home on the island. RUDYARD: (grunts) What it could be a good thing back there, you saw Stanley’s widow GEORGIE: That sad old lady RUDYARD: Yes, when she took a swing at her son in law I think she fell into the grave instead. I don’t know if it was fatal but it looked promising to me GEORGIE: Do you think we’d be able to have a quiet funeral RUDYARD: Asking for the impossible never helped anyone GEORGIE: People smiling, swapping happy memories, I’m not sure every funeral should end with violent conflict RUDYARD: Georgie, once you’ve been here a few more months you’ll realise all funerals always end in bloodshed, there's very little you or I can do about it. Now go and get the measuring kit I want to go to Mr Ascii’s and see if he’s dead yet! GEORGIE: Are you sure it’s worth the bother? RUDYARD: I’ve gone round everyday for the last six weeks, I’m not giving up now, Hop to it! GEORGIE: yes sir~ RUDYARD: Get me a dry jacket, and another hat! Where’s Antigone? Antigone! Now look here, yes. Stanley’s widow! Ha I knew it! No, nothing sorry. We can fit her in a six o clock, I’ll leave her in the ground for the moment, it’ll save time in the long run. No, she shouldn’t be brawling at her age. Of course I could fancy my chances against her, Im thirty-five, she was eighty-two see you at six. Georgie! We’ve got a full day ahead of us! Where’s Antigone? GEORGIE: Try the mortuary! RUDYARD: Are you in the mortuary? Antigone? Antigone? Are you in the mortuary? Antigone? Antigone are you in the- ANTIGONE: What?! RUDYARD: I’m back. ANTIGONE: I’d rather look at the corpses. RUDYARD: Oh for- ANTIGONE: Does rest in peace mean nothing to you?! RUDYARD: Well I don’t hear the guests complaining. Room for another? ANTIGONE: Is it Mr Ascii RUDYARD: Not yet, this ones a bonus! [narration] That’s Antigone, Rudyard’s twin sister, despite actually being born one week afterwards. The poor dear had been diagnosed with depression within twenty minutes of being born - a world record which gave her no consolation at all. ANTIGONE: So how was it today? RUDYARD: Err the vicar’s getting worse and of course it was raining and inevitably it ended with a punchup over a portrait of Eva Broughn. But personally I found it all very moving ANTIGONE: Brilliant, so that's another grieving widow we’re going to have to apologise to RUDYARD: No we won't. ANTIGONE: Why not?! RUDYARD: She fell into the grave and died before I left! ANTIGONE: She what?! RUDYARD: It’s been a very productive morning ANTIGONE: You really have no concept of what good business is, do you? RUDYARD: I’d love to disagree with you and Oh! I’m doing it right now ANTIGONE: I’ve been in the mortuary all morning and do you know what I’ve been up to! RUDYARD: Oh sure I don’t want to know ANTIGONE: I’ve spent the past five hours mixing formaldehyde and methanol with clementine and a tiny, tiny dash of cinnamon. That’s what I’ve been doing for five hours! RUDYARD: Should I ask why? ANTIGONE: To try to make our embalming fluid smell nicer! So the bodies will smell nicer! Because have you really ever smelt a body, Rudyard? RUDYARD: Why do we still talk to each other? ANTIGONE: Now! Thanks to me, they’ll smell brighter, fresher, not like bodies at all. That’s the sort of service I’m striving for, Rudyard. I want them to forget that the body is a body. RUDYARD: Yes that’ll work, our Grandad’s dead but don’t worry because he smells like christmas! ANTIGONE: It’s attention to detail Rudyard! It’s how we run a business, you would know! RUDYARD: We get the body in the coffin in the ground on time GEORGIE: Sir, your other jackets been eaten by moths - I saw the whole thing. RUDYARD: Not now, Georgie, how long did it take for the coffin to get to the ground this morning? GEORGIE: A couple of seconds? RUDYARD: Now that’s a good service! GEORGIE: Because I dropped it RUDYARD: But it got where it needed to be and that’s what they pay us for. ANTIGONE: Rudyard, for the very last time! They don't want chaos! They don’t want stress and they don’t want a relative dead before the first is even been buried! RUDYARD: How do you know what they want?! ANTIGONE: In the name of sanity, Rudyard - RUDYARD: I’ve got a very busy day ahead of , so just get back into the mortuary CHAPMAN: Hello! RUDYARD: Yes? CHAPMAN: Eric, Eric Chapman. I’m new, to the place! Just arrived! GEORGIE: Good morning RUDYARD: Georgie, leave it to the professionals. Good morning. We’ve not met. CHAPMAN: No, because I’m new, to the place RUDYARD: You don't have to brag about it! I have met people before CHAPMAN: You’re Mr Rudyard Funn, of Funn Funerals? RUDYARD: Correct CHAPMAN: Terrific name, suppose you put the fun in funerals RUDYARD: No, of course we don’t, that’s obscene CHAPMAN: Sure, never mind

ANTIGONE: Hello Mr Chapman CHAPMAN: OH! Jesus ANTIGONE: Is this too close? CHAPMAN: A little bit! ANTIGONE: Sorry! CHAPMAN: No, don’t mention it! ANTIGONE: Sorry, I’m Antigone, sorry pleased to meet you. CHAPMAN: Err, likewise call me Eric. Are you in charge? ANTIGONE: I’m the mortician, where the action is, CHAPMAN: I bet there’s not much you don’t know about the body, Antigone? ANTIGONE: That sounded like a double meaning GEORGIE: It’s called flirting ANTIGONE: Oh gosh, is it? CHAPMAN: Well, now ANTIGONE: It’s smashing, do it again, have I made it awkward? DAMN RUDYARD: I haven’t got all day! CHAPMAN: Yes so, Rudyard, Antigone and GEORGIE: Georgie, Hi ANTIGONE: That’s enough! CHAPMAN: I saw you at the funeral, didn’t I GEORGIE: Yeah, helping out, it’s a job RUDYARD: Georgie, don’t give away company secrets GEORGIE: I was only - ANTIGONE: Hang on, you were at the funeral this morning? CHAPMAN: Yes I was RUDYARD: And I’m sure you’re impressed with what you saw there Mr Chapman but we really are frightfully CHAPMAN: Actually I wasn’t entirely sure it came off RUDYARD: I’m sorry? CHAPMAN: For a start it got a little violent didn’t it? RUDYARD: Did you think so? CHAPMAN: At the end yes RUDYARD: I’m not sure what funeral you were watching, Mr Chapman but all I saw was good clean mourning CHAPMAN: Didn’t someone die? RUDYARD: A very convenient place for it to happen, Georgie GEORGIE: I’m not RUDYARD: There you go, don’t let us keep you Mr Chapman CHAPMAN: And I thought there could have been a greater attention to detail. Stop me if I’m getting too critical. RUDYARD: Okay I’ll stop you there ANTIGONE: Shut up, carry on Mr Chapman CHAPMAN: Eric ANTIGONE: Gosh CHAPMAN: I have to say it was a little bit grim, I mean it’s a funeral it’s hardly party time but even so these occasions should be a celebration of life rather than going on about death, do you know what I mean? RUDYARD: Nope CHAPMAN: Ah, I don’t want to be made more miserable and I want to remember those happy magnificent memories, I want a cheerful atmosphere, bright flowers, music, funny recolations ANTIGONE: Sweeter smelling fluids CHAPMAN: Exactly, fluids? ANTIGONE: I think they’re very important. CHAPMAN: Sure thing. That's what I mean! Sorting out those little details, pushing the boat out, or the hearse out, well that's just my two cents for what it’s worth RUDYARD: Well, I don’t know what planet you live on, Mr Chapman, but - ANTIGONE: Thank you! We’ll bear those things in mind, won’t we Rudyard. RUDYARD: remind me- ANTIGONE: Smashing! CHAPMAN: Anyway, I thought I’d swing by ANTIGONE: Oh any time! CHAPMAN: Thank you, ANTIGONE: Any time at all CHAPMAN: Yes, I was just swinging by to see the competition. RUDYARD: Competition? CHAPMAN: Yes. ANTIGONE: You mean like a raffle? CHAPMAN: Not exactly RUDYARD: I hate raffles CHAPMAN: That’s a strange thing to hate. I meant you lot! Er, Funn Funerals the local competition… In funerals RUDYARD: You’re an undertaker. CHAPMAN: Well clients prefer funeral director ANTIGONE: You’re just visiting though?! CHAPMAN: No, I live here now, I’m setting myself up ANTIGONE: Your own funeral home? CHAPMAN: yeah, Chapmans, not quite as catchy as Funn Funerals but there we are ANTIGONE: Where are you going to be? CHAPMAN: You know the antique dealer you just buried, Stanley Carmichael? I’m just taking over his premises. ANTIGONE: Just across the square! CHAPMAN: That’s right! Opposite you actually, we’ll probably see a lot of each other, compare notes, swap stories, down the pub - mine’s a light ale by the way. Err did someone die in here? RUDYARD: Goodbye Chapman. CHAPMAN: Oh sure! Glad to meet you Rudyard, Antigone ANTIGONE: Chapman. CHAPMAN: Georgie GEORGIE: See you later ANTIGONE: That’s enough! CAPMAN: Okay. (exhales) Enjoy yourselves! Ah! The sun’s come out! RUDYARD: If he thinks I’m going to buy him a light ale, he’s very much mistaken. ANTIGONE: Oh shut up Rudyard! This is actually very serious. GEORGIE: He seemed fine ANTIGONE: No he didn’t, Georgie, coming over here waving his credentials in our faces, giving us feedback, my god! GEORGIE: I thought you liked him? ANTIGONE: Liked him?! Liked him?! GEORGIE: Yeah! You were talking about fluids and everything! ANTIGONE: That’s professional chit-chat for god’s sake, do you think I like gorgeous handsome men, do you? Exactly, it’s disgusting, it’s disgusting RUDYARD: I can’t think of a scenario where I would buy someone a light ale ANTIGONE: Rudyard, focus! He is serious competition RUDYARD: Him? Competition? Were you listening to the man? GEORGIE: No she wasn’t, She was gazing into his eyes ANTIGONE: Georgina! Go and make some tea. GEORGIE: We haven’t got a kettle ANTIGONE: Buy one. GEORGIE: Fine ANTIGONE: Rudyard, we’re finished, I think I’ll take a cyanide capsule RUDYARD: We are not finished, we’re an established firm, going back centuries! Nobody round here is going to book a funeral with a complete stranger. ANTIGONE: Rudyard! Look At His Shop! RUDYARD: What is it? ANTIGONE: He’s already changed the sign! ‘Chapman’s’ Just like he said. RUDYARD: I’ll admit he’s working quickly. ANTIGONE: That does it. You’ve got to see the mayor, tell him this village isn’t big enough for two funeral homes! RUDYARD: That’s not a bad idea actually, I’ll see him now. (leaves) One day I’ll find an umbrella. [narration] Rudyard scuttled across the village square and up the step leading to Piffling Hall. He was shown into the office of the Right Honourable Mayor Desmond Desmond. A man who thought the most wonderful words in the english language were “I’m sure it’s going to be fine!” SECRETARY: Mr Rudyard Funn to see you sir. MAYOR: Oh, Thank you Margery RUDYARD: Your worship, I really am most desperately sorry to- where are you? MAYOR: Down here, Rudyard, Under the desk. RUDYARD: Why? MAYOR: Ohh, just sitting here, you know. Doing a bit of thinking, big world out there RUDYARD: Yes, er I came to ask you- MAYOR: Rudyard, do you know what the difference is between a village and a town. RUDYARD: Well er, a town has a greater area, MAYOR: Yes? RUDYARD: Higher population, more amenities MAYOR: Ah, amenities, yes RUDYARD: A mayor! MAYOR: oh yes RUDYARD: I actually came to- MAYOR: We have to do something, Rudyard, with our lives haven’t we Rudyard? Don’t you think? RUDYARD: Yes! MAYOR: I look at my seal of office sometimes and all my envelopes, and I read my name, and have I done enough I ask myself, am I even Right Honourable because I don’t feel it. RUDYARD: Well, to call yourself Right Honourable you have to be a judge or a privy counsellor MAYOR: Really? I’m going to change all my stationary now! You see, this is the thing I’m talking about! What have I earned? What have I achieved? God knows we have to try and justify ourselves, somehow. RUDYARD: mhm, I don’t like the man across the road from me. MAYOR: Exactly, and then what with my sister passing the bucket last week, oh top drawer send off you chaps gave her by the way. RUDYARD: Oh, thank you! MAYOR: Oh, pity it rained RUDYARD: Yes well MAYOR: Can’t help that, or the grounds subsidence, still we all laughed seeing her flopping about like that did we- anyway, Do you know what I’ve decided to do, Rudyard? I am going to turn this village into a town. That’s what I’m going to do. I mean things must expand, mustn’t they? RUDYARD: Probably? MAYOR: Do you think so? Good! She used to say terrible things to me, my sister RUDYARD: I’ve got a problem actually MAYOR: Have you? Well can I help, cause I really like to be useful RUDYARD: I think you can be, you see, your worship, there’s this man. MAYOR: He’s not worth it Rudyard. RUDYARD: Yes. What? No I mean, this man is opening a new funeral home directly across the road from mine. MAYOR: Is that a problem? RUDYARD: We can’t have two funeral homes can’t we? MAYOR: Can’t we, why not RUDYARD: Well it’d be ridiculous! MAYOR: I don’t was to look ridiculous! RUDYARD: Exactly! If we have two funeral homes, why not two fire stations, two hospitals, two mayors! MAYOR: Two mayors!?! Could it really get that far? RUDYARD: I would hate to speculate MAYOR: Help me up, would you? Yes, I think we should stab this in the bud immediately. Thank you Rudyard. RUDYARD: Thank you your worship! MAYOR: Gets me out the office anyway RUDYARD: Well from under the desk. MAYOR: We won't talk about that. Margery, cancel my appointments for today SECRETARY: There aren’t any MAYOR: Thank you! Off we go, Rudyard [narration] Upon arriving at Chapman’s, Rudyard and the - until recently Right Honourable Mayor Desmond Desmond discovered that the place was about ready to be opened! And it wasn’t yet even midday! Rudyard braced himself for a sinister journey into the unknown MAYOR: Wasn’t this place an antique shop a few hours ago? RUDYARD: I don’t understand how he has managed to do all this?! MAYOR: Bit flash isn’t it, all these happy colours, not a patch on your set up, look not a speck of dust anywhere! RUDYARD: I mean, he arrived this morning! MAYOR: It must be said though, these sofas are really comfy! Is that a coffee machine? RUDYARD: Yes? MAYOR: Does your place have one of those? RUDYARD: We bought a kettle only half an hour ago CHAPMAN: Hi, sorry to keep you waiting as you can imagine, it’s all go here! RUDYARD: Is that a lift?! CHAPMAN: Mr Mayor, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Eric Chapman, there are some chocolate truffles in the bowl there, help yourself. Would you like the tour, I’d love to show you around, it’s still not quite finished MAYOR: Perhaps another time, Mr Chapman RUDYARD: You’ve got a lift?! MAYOR: Umm, I don’t know quite how to say this but CHAPMAN: How to say what, Mr Mayor? MAYOR: Well, it’s very naughty of you to have done this, is it? CHAPMAN: Is it? MAYOR: Oh without permission I mean CHAPMAN: But you gave me permission MAYOR: Did I? CHAPMAN: I mean before I came here, I was calling back and forth with your people and everything got sorted and err where are we, here we are, look, here’s your signature MAYOR: Yes, the smiley face in the ‘O’ well, it’s definitely mine! You must understand, I don't always read everything I’m given, I am usually kept very busy CHAPMAN: I’m sure, don’t worry about it MAYOR: What do you think? Rudyard? RUDYARD: That’s a really nice lift?!! CHAPMAN: Oh thanks Rudyard MAYOR: Yes, well, even with all this I mean, I am the mayor aren’t I and I have the perfect right to change my mind. CHAPMAN: Oh do you not want me here? MAYOR: No no no no! Not that but you see it’s just that well err, Rudyard? RUDYARD: Sorry? Yes er, Now Look Here CHAPMAN: Yes? RUDYARD: We’ve already got a funeral home MAYOR: Exactly! We’ve already got one and will the best will in the world we can’t have two funeral homes, can we? CHAPMAN: Why? MAYOR: Because, well, then you see, we’d need apparently have to have two hospitals you see? CHAPMAN: That’s a great idea MAYOR: Is it? Oh well good, I’d get onto that! BUT No, nevertheless the village just can’t sustain two funeral homes can it? CHAPMAN: You could be right there MAYOR: Could I? RUDYARD: Told you so CHAPMAN: But you know what could sustain two funeral homes? MAYOR: No? CHAPMAN: A town! MAYOR: A town? You say? RUDYARD: Hmm No! No- CHAPMAN: Now don’t get me wrong, this is a great village but I think it’s going to be an even greater town! And I want to help you do that in the only way I can: with a funeral home. MAYOR: Can I ask you a question? CHAPMAN: Go for it MAYOR: If we had two funeral homes would we need two mayors as well? CHAPMAN: No. That’s ridiculous MAYOR: Oh, excellent in that case I hereby pronounce this funeral home: open! RUDYARD: What? What are they doing there?! CHAPMAN: We’re taking advance orders, it’s just a service we provide. MAYOR: Well, I won’t take up any more of your time. Mr Chapman CHAPMAN: Oh please, Mr Mayor, It’s Eric MAYOR: Best of luck Eric, if you are ever at a loose end, do pop by the hall, sometimes we have movie nights! CHAPMAN: I’ll remember that and if you ever need our services it’s on the house. MAYOR: Tremendous, looking forward to it, now RUDYARD: Now, now hang on, we- MAYOR: Glad to have you here CHAPMAN: Mr Mayor MAYOR: No no no, call me Desmond! Ttfn CHAPMAN: Talk to you later, Desmond MAYOR: Should I leave the doors open? CHAPMAN: Oh, if you would, Rudyard I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat, can I get you anything. Oh I know what, make yourself a cup of coffee, I’ll better see to that queue eh? Enjoy yourself! Don’t forget the truffles! Good morning ladies and gentlemen, well afternoon now. Well, I’m delighted to say welcome to Chapman’s and remember: We put the fun in funerals RUDYARD: Chapman! [narration] After a coffee, and a couple of truffles, Rudyard stormed out, seething with resentment. He kicked a small dog and got bitten by its owner. Having gotten back to Funn Funerals, Rudyard sat down on a chair by the window and stared out across the road muttering out loud to his only real friend in the world RUDYARD: (muttering) It’s only a funeral home who the hell do they think they are eh? (squeaks) RUDYARD: Exactly, I give him a week, alright maybe two.. Ah he might have gold blend and lounge music but you can’t put a glass on the mechanics. We get the body in the coffin in the ground on time, That’s what it's about, I bet his corpses don't smell of cinnamon. Yeah, we’ll see who runs this village. ANTIGONE: Rudyard you’re talking to that mouse again aren’t you? RUDYARD: Her name is Madeleine ANTIGONE: It’s not normal! RUDYARD: Antigone, you spend twenty-three hours a day in the mortuary don’t try to tell me what’s normal. Off you go Madeleine, we’ll continue this later ANTIGONE: You haven’t moved all afternoon! RUDYARD: I don’t need to move, I’m plotting ANTIGONE: Where’s Georgie? RUDYARD: Day off, no work, plotting. ANTIGONE: Rudyard, for the first time in our lives we actually have competition which means we could really do with having some friends so could you get out there and make some? RUDYARD: I’ll do it tomorrow ANTIGONE: Have you at least gone round to check on Mr Ascii RUDYARD: Who? ANTIGONE: Mr Ascii, the man we’ve been waiting to die for six weeks, because so help me I need to embalm somebody and it could quite easily be you RUDYARD: Look Mr Ascii’s immortal, he’ll never die so what’s the point about it. Now Look Here, Georgie? What? Right, I’ll see you there. Mr Ascii’s dead. ANTIGONE: Is he? RUDYARD: Yes. OH MY GOD MR ASCII’S DEAD! ANTIGONE: How?! RUDYARD: Heart attack, half an hour ago it’s all around the village, Antigone, I’m so happy! ANTIGONE: Took him long enough RUDYARD: Ahh He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! ANTIGONE: Rudyard! Stop being happy and get over there now! RUDYARD: Sorry, yes, get over there, I’m gone. Rudyard is back in the game! … Rudyard is going to get wet! Have the mortuary ready! ANTIGONE: And Rudyard, don’t cock it up. [narration] Before you judge Rudyard too harshly at his delight at an old man’s demise, I should tell you that Mr Ascii was Rudyard’s old PE teacher at school so his delight is almost entirely justified. Rudyard met Georgie at Mr Ascii’s bijuu residence at five forty-five. GEORGIE: Okay, okay RUDYARD: Georgie GEORIGIE: Sir? RUDYARD: Say it again for me won’t you, say it again GEORGIE: Alright, Mr Ascii’s dead but listen I’ve got- RUDYARD: Yeessssss, Get in there my son… whatever that means GEORGIE: Yeah I ought to say- RUDYARD: I’ve been looking forward to putting him in the ground, can’t mock me for losing the 200 metre dash now can you, Mr Ascii! GEORGIE: Before you get excited RUDYARD: Right yes, got to straighten up, think grave. How do I look? GEORGIE: Miserable RUDYARD: Great, let’s go GEORGIE: But sir, NURSE: Could we please have some quiet out here, oh it’s you, Mister Funn RUDYARD: Good afternoon nurse, Could please take this opportunity to convey my most prevermed(???) condolences NURSE: Thank you Mister Funn RUDYARD: I’m sure my apprentice Ms Crusoe, has already carried out our preliminary duties so I think in the interest of efficiency we should let the dog see the rabbit, if you’ll take me through NURSE: Well, This is actually rather embarrassing RUDYARD: Oh please don’t say it’s a false alarm! NURSE: In a sense,,, yes RUDYARD: Oh for, Georgie you said he was dead GEORGIE: He is dead RUDYARD: But, ugh, Nurse, one of us in this corridor is deeply confused and I’m beginning to believe it might be you NURSE: No? RUDYARD: I knew it, she’s mad, grab her Georgie. NURSE: I’m not mad! RUDYARD: That’s what a mad person would say, Georgie GEORGIE: Let’s do this CHAPMAN: Rudyard! Great to see you RUDYARD: Chapman! CHAPMAN: Busy afternoon, eh, hello Georgie GEORGIE: Hey, Eric RUDYARD: Stop flirting. Nurse, I demand this man be told to vacate this bijuu residence immediately CHAPMAN: Look, this is my bad, and I’ve really got to apologise for this one NURSE: Mr Ascii requested it! RUDYARD: He what? NURSE: With his final words he said he couldn’t bare to get buried by such a feeble little weed as Rudyard Funn CHAPMAN: Interesting man, he wanted to see my gold medals from the 200 metre dash, gotta say I wasn’t expecting business to kick off so quickly NURSE: You’re doing a most proper job Mr Chapman CHAPMAN: Thank you nurse, I think we’ll collect him first thing tomorrow. Anyway must run, good to see you Rudyard, Georgie. Enjoy yourselves! Ahh NURSE: What a charming man, I hear he’s still a bachelor RUDYARD: So am I.. NURSE: Yes well, hardly surprising is it? GEORGIE: Ahh well, can’t win em all eh sir? Sir, are you alright? RUDYARD: I am so… SIX O CLOCK GEORGIE: Six o clock? RUDYARD: Six o clock! The cemetery, Stanley’s widow, Stanley Carmichael’s widow in the cemetery at six o clock! GEORGIE: Oh yeah! I forgot about that! RUDYARD: What time is it? GEORGIE: About five to six but you’ll never get there. Sir?! Oh for god’s sake, Rudyard! Come back here you stupid. [narration] Rudyard raced down the cliff, past the trees and through the streets with speed that would have finally impressed Mr Ascii, had he not already been dead. His lungs aching for breath, his limbs trembling with the effort, Rudyard tumbled into the cemetery at exactly one minute past six. To discover… RUDYARD: It’s…. It’s all REV: Ahh, there you are Rudyard! RUDYARD: Reverend? What’s going on? REV: Well, I arrived to oversee the preliminaries on Mrs Carmichael’s err, transferal to a better world - if such a place exists - which i'm not certain about one way or the other, and I found that her family and friends had been gathered together already for the funeral. RUDYARD: For the funeral? REV: Since the deceased was already here, and sensibly dressed, he just got it done out of the way, young fella named Eric, got his own funeral practise I understand. I’m hearing marvelous things about it. He’s got a coffee machine! Led them all a couple of sing songs actually, even had my speech prepared for me! Very succinct it was, breezed through it all in no time. RUDYARD: Chapman… REV: Oh he also found a lake! Over there! I think we’re all going boating in a minute. He owns a boat you know RUDYARD: Chapman! REV: Anyway, I better get to be going back to it, we’re having jelly and ice cream, bags of fun. Goodbye, Rudyard! Or should I say: Enjoy yourself! RUDYARD: I see. I see. Well CHAPMAN: Hello Rudyard. RUDYARD: Oh. It’s. you. Did a fair job I hear, congratulations, don’t think it will always be like this they won’t hand it to you on a plate you know, they won’t do that. This is very much the exception. Oh what? What? You can talk can’t you? Say something? CHAPMAN: Rudyard. Have a nice evening. RUDYARD: What do you- What do you mean: have a nice evening? What do you mean by that remark, Chapman? What if I don’t want to have a nice evening? Eh? What if I Don’t? Chapman! What did you mean! Chapman! Chapman?! [narration] Today had been the worst day of Rudyard’s life, until tomorrow came along and topped it. I was there to jot it all down from first hand observation (and a little bit of gossip I picked up later) and of course, being his only real friend in the world, Rudyard tells me everything. My name is Madeleine - I’m going to be the first mouse to be a Sunday Times Best Seller, and I know for a fact that Rudyard want to revenge himself on Eric by well, we’ll burn that bridge when be come to it

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YTTD Theme Park AU

so i’ve been working on this for awhile and.. 👉👈😳 enjoy!! i’ll also be uploading a keiji fic tomorrow but my askbox is open!

🎪Sara:

✷Sara would be acting as the leader of the group at first, even though she’s not one of the chaperones.

✷She’d probably be stressed over losing Gin or Kanna somehow, but they would reassure her that they would be fine. To emphasize the point, they would promise to stay with one of the chaperones/adults at all times.

✷Joe would calm her down eventually and take her around the park to try and do every ride, attraction, game, etc with her while the rest of the group splits up for a couple hours. The pair would want to do everything, but probably wouldn’t have enough time to do so.

✷Sara would genuinely enjoy herself after an hour or so at the theme park, and want to buy all the merchandise she could. She would also want to take some souvenirs home for her parents.

✷Before the trip ended, Sara would insist on one big group photo; she would also take hundreds of photos the entire trip in between rides with Joe and anybody else that tagged along.

🎯Joe:

✷Joe would be the life of the party, always insisting on trying every ride and every restaurant/cafe at the theme park.

✷Even though he wants to get to know everyone, he would stick with Sara the whole time and only tag along with others if Sara was there with them. He’s a bit sad that Ryoko couldn’t come, but tries to have the best time he can even without her.

✷His favorite ride would be the go-karts, especially since that ride would have the least amount of people in line. He would force Sara into riding the go-karts at least 7 times, just because the line was short (he’s very impatient lmao).

✷Joe would try and get brave halfway through the trip and go on the fastest/highest roller coaster at the park. Despite the lines, he’s genuinely excited until the ride starts and he ends up screaming the entire time. Possibly barfs afterwards from all the junk food he insisted on eating with Sara as well.

✷He’s a bit disappointed when the trip is over and the group has to leave, especially since he didn’t get to try everything at the park (partly due to wasting so much time at the go-karts but he refuses to believe that).

🎪Keiji:

✷Keiji is one of the chaperones for the trip; he was reluctant to go at first but figured it would be a good time to relax and get a break from work.

✷He would probably flock from group to group, but nobody really minds as he’s rather enjoyable and brightens the mood. However, for the first half of the trip he watches Gin and lets him stay with him before swapping places with Q-Taro.

✷He enjoys all of the rides, but his favorite would probably be the bumper cars along with Nao and Reko. He drives like an old man, and doesn’t seem to realize at first that the point of ‘bumper cars’ is to ram into other people (but when he does, it’s best to get out of his way).

✷While Keiji isn’t much of a drinker, he definitely stops at a few restaurants that serve alcohol for a quick drink once he switches with Q-Taro. Mishima would find him at one eventually, and they would probably have a talk for a long time about just life in general. However, one night he drinks too much and probably crashes immediately at the hotel they’re staying at.

✷He’s not too sad when the trip is over, and would rather reminisce in the memories than waste time being upset over it. He’s grateful for the weekend off, but is definitely ready to go back and continue working.

🎯Kanna:

✷Kanna would be rather nervous about the whole trip at first. She doesn’t really go to theme parks that often due to having motion sickness, but her sister wanted her to go and enjoy herself.

✷Being a minor, she has to stay with a chaperone at all times (mostly due to her promise that she made with Sara). She stays with Sou for the majority of the trip, but sticks around with Reko and Sara as well. Her sister chose not to tag along, as she felt that Kanna needed to open up to other people rather than only her family.

✷Due to a fear of heights + her motion sickness, Kanna doesn’t ride any of the roller coasters/fast moving attractions. Her favorite ride is the carousel, and bugs Sou to go ride it again when they’re not doing anything else. Otherwise, she loves the minigames that are scattered around the park.

✷Much like Sara, Kanna would buy a bunch of merchandise for her older sister (including something pride-related iykyk) along with a bunch of sweets for the ride home.

✷She’s more excited to show her sister everything and talk about all of the memories she made, and isn’t too upset when it’s time to leave the park.

🎪Q-Taro:

✷Q-Taro is also one of the chaperones for the trip; he’s also probably the one who’s most hyped about the trip. With his baseball team having a free weekend, he’s been waiting for a break ever since the season started.

✷Because he’s a chaperone, he has to spend half the trip with Gin. Although he won’t admit it, he enjoys his trip more once he swaps with Keiji; being the loner he is, he doesn’t really hang out with anyone else besides Kai and Gin.

✷At first, he’s a major thrill seeker and adrenaline junky. He goes on every rollercoaster and attraction he can, ignoring the calmer rides such as the go-karts and bumper cars. Even though he has to wait in line for almost the entire first day, he doesn’t really care (that is, until his phone dies).

✷Q-Taro is constantly drinking beer, yet somehow never appears drunk. But, as soon as he switches with Keiji to watch Gin he stops when he notices how uncomfortable he seems. To make up for it, he blows almost all of his money on games so Gin can win as many stuffed animals as he wants. At the (rigged) baseball throw game, he notices Gin struggling and ends up not only teaching him how to pitch a baseball but also winning the game for him. They end up clearing out the entire stand, but the pair start giving out free plushies to the other little kids at the park (it makes Q-Taro especially happy to see the looks on their faces when he gives one away).

✷At the end of the trip, he’s rather proud of himself for how he spent his last day at the park. He ended up taking lots of pictures with Gin and Kai, and while he’s ready to get back to work, he wouldn’t mind going again once baseball season was over.

🎯Sou:

✷Sou is another one of the chaperones for the trip; he was a bit opposed to the trip at first, and debated over not going, but he was eventually convinced by the rest of the group to go. It took some time, but he finally managed to fit the trip into his schedule in between all of his part-time jobs.

✷Being the odd one out, he was planning on spending the trip mostly by himself and doing whatever he wanted to do. But, when he found out he had to chaperone Kanna, he became focused on making sure she had the best experience she could at the park (basically like a big brother figure to her now).

✷Despite wanting to ride some fast-paced attractions, he does some of the slower ones so Kanna doesn’t have to deal with her motion sickness. Even though he eventually gets annoyed with Kanna always asking to ride the carousel, he figures out that he can sit out on the ride and still watch her (without Sara getting mad at him, at least).

✷While Kanna goes to spend some time with Reko and Nao, Sou finally gets the chance to ride some of the faster attractions. At some point, he actually ends up sitting next to Alice on one of the rollercoasters and learns that he’s the brother of Reko (they can honestly relate about being ditched by the ladies at this point). When leaving the attraction, Sou probably makes fun of how ‘girly’ Alice’s screams sound like.

✷He’s a bit exhausted once the trip is over, but is glad that he managed to socialize more and get to know the others better. He was a bit hesitant to take photos at first, but eventually gives in and even takes some home with him.

🎪Reko:

✷Reko is the only female chaperone for the trip. She was just about to go on tour with her band when the group proposed the idea to go to the theme park, so she managed to push the dates back just a little bit after a LOT of negotiation.

✷Even though she’s a chaperone, she chose to stick with Nao for the majority of the trip instead of with one of the kids. However, she was still happy when Kanna came over to spend some time with her own group. She ends up winning a lot of the minigames for Kanna, and offers her money to buy her sister a present at the gift shop.

✷Her favorite ride would be either the bumper cars or one of the rollercoasters. At first, her and Nao would bully Keiji and continuously bump into him whenever they could until he finally learned the point of the ride. While Nao would give up, she would have a mini war with Keiji and get a few good hits on him until Nao eventually drags her away (she knew that the two would spend the entire day fighting at the bumper cars if they could).

✷Still a bit upset over Alice, Reko would try and ignore him for half of the trip. She makes him sit in separate areas than her, across the table from her at lunch, even in separate rooms at the hotel (since they’re siblings, they used to share rooms whenever they traveled together until the incident). However, she finally gives up when Nao convinces her to give him a second chance. She won’t admit it, but she actually enjoys his company for a change.

✷At the end of the trip, she’s definitely ready to get back to her band. She’s hyped for her tour, but she’s glad that she was able to spend some more time with Nao (lesbins) and even her brother.

🎯Nao:

✷Besides Q-Taro, Nao is the second most hyped for the trip. She loves theme parks in general, and has been waiting for a break from art college for a long time.

✷Being the social butterfly she is, Nao mostly stays with Reko and Professor Mishima but she isn’t afraid to go join another group for a ride or two. Although, she won’t stray far from Reko or Professor Mishima for long; she’s secretly afraid that she’ll get lost herself, which is why she sticks to someone at all times.

✷As a theme park ‘enthusiast’, she doesn’t exactly have a favorite ride- all of the rides at the park are her favorites. Most of the time, she’ll be dragging Reko and Professor Mishima through the park with them having absolutely no clue where they’re going next. She’s almost like Joe; she wants to make sure she gets the chance to try all the food and attractions at the park before they have to leave.

✷Once she’s done almost all of the rides, Nao ends up volunteering on the last day for face-painting. She loves seeing the looks on the little kids’ faces when she’s done, and figures that it would be a way to practice art even while she’s on break. Several parents insist on paying her, but she ends up refusing (even though Reko and Professor Mishima beg her to charge as they don’t want to see her not get appreciated for her work).

✷She’s very satisfied at the end of the trip, and brings back a bunch of photos and souvenirs for her dorm. Then again, she’s already planning out the next big trip for the group in her head.

🎪Kai:

✷Kai is considered as one of the chaperones for the trip. Although he was very hesitant to go, considering he’s a workaholic, he’s eventually persuaded by Q-Taro and the others.

✷Even though he’s a chaperone, none of the little kids are close to him and choose not to go with him. Sadly, being the loner he is, he doesn’t have anybody to really go on the rides with. He tries to socialize with Sara, but she’s too distracted by Joe and Q-Taro is too busy trying to ride all of the roller coasters.

✷After trying to enjoy himself for a couple hours, he eventually sits down on a bench by himself and reflects on the park. Q-Taro eventually notices him on his way to another rollercoaster; he ends up sitting on the bench with him and cheers him up, soon buying him some cotton candy. Q-Taro even introduces Gin to him once he switches with Keiji.

✷At the hotel, Kai is a HUGE germaphobe. On the first night, he ends up leaving the park early and is the first one to the hotel. Even though it seems spotless to the human eye, he’s disgusted by everything and ends up cleaning everybody’s room before the rest of the group gets back. While some don’t see a difference, Kai definitely gets a few souvenirs bought for him by the end of the trip.

✷He’s not too disappointed when the trip ends, and he’s honestly more excited to get back to work than anything else. However, even if he won’t directly admit it, he did have a pretty good trip.

🎯Gin:

✷Gin is beyond excited for the trip. He was counting down the days until the group would go to the theme park, and was genuinely excited to start off his summer break with it.

✷Since he has to stay with a chaperone, he ends up staying with Keiji and Q-Taro. While he tries running away from them a couple times just to annoy them, he stays at their sides 24/7 just to please Sara so she doesn’t get worried about him.

✷While he isn’t too big on rollercoasters, he’ll still ride a couple of the faster attractions. He’ll often beg whoever he’s with to sneak him through the restricted rides because he isn’t tall enough, but they always refuse, knowing he could get hurt.

✷When Q-Taro drank beer after beer in front of Gin, he immediately got uneasy due to being reminded of his alcoholic father. He tries to distance himself from Q-Taro at first, and even attempts one of his run away tactics because he’s afraid Q-Taro could change any second. But, once he gives up on the beer Gin is instantly back with him and mischievously pressures him into playing the games around the park to ‘make up for it’.

✷Even though he’s a bit upset that the trip ended so early (it really didn’t), he’s still cheerful that he learned how to throw a baseball.

🎪Alice:

✷Even though Alice is an adult, he chose not to be a chaperone (something about him seeing himself as ‘untrustworthy’); he was also definitely unsure whether he would tag along on the trip or not. While he wasn’t exactly a wanted criminal, he knew that he would receive some uneasy glances. But, he was finally convinced by the idea of getting to spend some more time with Reko at the park.

✷However, he didn’t exactly get to spend a lot of time with her. He more or less third-wheeled Reko and Nao the entire time, and the only one that really talked to him was Professor Mishima when the other two were busy. Despite this, he continued to follow Reko’s group around the park the entire trip.

✷At one point, he actually got lost and couldn’t find Reko or anyone else for a while. He eventually gave up searching and decided to go on a rollercoaster, which is where he accidentally ended up sitting next to Sou. While leaving the attraction with him, the pair accidentally ran into Reko, Nao, Mishima, and Kanna who wanted to go on the same rollercoaster. Despite having almost peed his pants on the ride, he tries to act ‘manly’ around Reko and goes on the rollercoaster again with them while Sou and Kanna left them to go ride the carousel for the 4th time that day.

✷After Nao convinced Reko to give Alice a second chance, he felt like the luckiest man in the world once he started receiving a little attention from his sister. Wanting to impress her more, he bought whatever souvenir or gift that the mini-group wanted and even paid for lunch on the second day.

✷At the end of the trip, he’s rather pleased with himself and is actually surprised that he enjoyed the theme park. He would never admit it out loud but his favorite part of the trip was when he finally got to sit next to Reko on one of the attractions (he knows his relationship with her is finally on its way to mending, and he’s very happy about that).

🎯Professor Mishima:

✷Professor Mishima is another one of the chaperones for the trip. While he was rather surprised at the proposal, he graciously accepted the invite in the end once he found out he had an opening in his schedule.

✷Since Gin already had two chaperones, he decided to tag along with Reko and Nao. Even though he didn’t know Reko too well, he got to talk to her a little bit along with her brother, Alice.

✷Even though he doesn’t exactly have a favorite ride, he definitely liked the theme park’s junk food for some reason. He would try everything, and even shared with Nao when they didn’t want to buy two separate portions.

✷At several points in the trip, Mishima wanted to smoke and take a break from all of the walking they did. He eventually made an excuse to take a smoke break one day, but Alice ended up catching him while Nao and Reko went to go ride the bumper cars again. He didn’t really mind Mishima smoking, and the two ended up talking about the others for a while until they were done with the bumper cars (Alice never snitched to Nao, knowing that she would probably scold Mishima).

✷He was rather content at the end of the trip, although he is ready to go back to work at the art college. He definitely took home a bunch of photos rather than any souvenirs, although Nao probably insistently bought him one or two at the very least.

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“Finally, alone with my girl,” Taehyung runs a hand up my sock clad let, stopping at the bottom of my skirt. “And she is overly cute in her outfit,” he tenderly smiles.

I smile back, “It is nice to be back with you, Tae. Lying in a hotel bed after a crazy day. Just catching up on the months we have been apart.”

“Thank you for surprising me today. It really cheered me up. It’s been hard for me these last few months. I’ve needed you, and all I could get was a Skype call. Now, you are never leaving my side again.”

“I never want to leave you again,” I scoot closer to him, placing a hand on his chest. “I have never had such a low dip in my mental health than the first few months we were way. I can’t go through that again,” I feel a few tears run down my cheeks.

Taehyung pulls his hand off my thigh and brings it up to wipe the tears off my face. “Let’s talk about something else so you don’t cry.”

I chuckle, “Well, I better warn you about something then.”

“What’s that?” He runs his hand over my hair. “Is your hair shorter?”

“Just a tad,” I bring my hand away from his chest. “Now, for my warning. I’m going to start my period soon, so I might be a little off for a few days.”

“Aw, my princess is going to be in pain. I’ll take care of you, and get you everything you need. Then once it has passed,” he smirks, sending a wink my way.

“No, we will not,” I roll my eyes. “Hormones always running through you.”

“Fine,” he pouts. “Hopefully we can go shopping before it hits. I didn’t buy any painkillers or pads.”

“I have new painkillers now. They do a much better job, but I can pick out my favorite pads.”

Taehyung giggles, “Sorry, this isn’t funny.”

I giggle with him. “It’s strange, but I love that we can talk so openly about it. Oh, also, when we go shopping, I want to get sandals like you have.”

“Really?” He smiles that boxy grin. “You have really cute toes like me, so they will be perfect on you. They aren’t traveling shoes, really, but that’s okay.”

“We can get so many couple items, and when we travel we can match.”

“Yes. We have to do that. No couple will be cuter than us.”

“Can I ask you a cute favor then?”

“If it is cute and coming from you, ask away.”

I lower my head, avoiding my boyfriend’s gaze. “So, you know I can’t read or write Korean. I’ve been wondering if you could teach me.” I shake my head, “Sorry if you think that’s stupid and you don’t want to. I know we both will be super busy, so I will understand if you say no.”

“Oh my god,” Taehyung sounds so giddy. “Yes, of course I will teach you,” he tickles my sides so I will look up at him. “Plane rides, train rides, car rides, and whenever else we have free time, I will teach you. When we go shopping, we can buy books and such to help with it.”

I try my best boxy smile, “Thank you, Tae. I look forward to you being my teacher.”

“Practice for when I have to teach our kids.”

“If you can teach me, you will be able to teach them.”

“Did you try to do my boxy smile a little bit ago.”

“Maybe,” I feel my cheeks heat up.

“You are so cute, jagi,” he taps my nose. “Do it more. I love it, and I have only seen it once.”

I chuckle, “You just saw it. How do you love it already?”

“I love everything about you, so I love it. Even if that was the first time I have seen it.”

“That’s sweet.”

“I’m beyond excited for you to see our apartment. Yoongi was actually the one who found it, since it is in the same complex.”

“Really?” I can tell my face has lit up in happiness. “Yoongi-oppa will be close by. I bet he wanted that. Our dogs will be friends!” I burst into giggles.

“They will be,” Taehyung chuckles along with me.

“Is our apartment big? Fancy? I want to know.”

“You will see it very soon. It is not that big, but still a nice size. In a nice part of the city. Allows pets, of course. Big bedroom, lovely kitchen. You will love it.”

I tenderly smile, my hand landing on his chest again. “I’m sure I will. I would live with you anywhere.”

“Do you think we should take a nap so we will be awake for the train ride home?”

“One last question, and I’m sorry if it lowers the mood.”

“What is it?” Taehyung is concerned.

“How is your grandma?” I look him dead in the eye. “I want to see her before we get busy.”

“She’s been better,” Taehyung pulls me closer to him, not breaking eye contact with me. “I don’t know what is going to happen. I don know you’ll get to see her soon. Next week, actually, before we leave for concerts. It’s one of my cousin’s birthday. You get to meet my extended family.” He somberly smiles.

“Like, a lot of people at one time?” I take a deep breath. “Sounds like so much fun.”

“I’ll be right by your side the whole time. No need to stress. You can even hang with my sister. All my cousins are really young too, so anything you do will impress them.”

“I do like kids,” I muse.

“Good,” he kisses my nose. “I want a lot.”

I lightly slap his chest. “What has gotten into you? You are being so forward.”

“Well, I know you are the one for me, so I just want to tell you while we are alone. Do you not want kids?”

“No, that’s not it,” I sigh. “I want kids so I can treat them the way that I have always dreamed about. I will spoil them. It’s the fact of having kids that is going to be difficult.”

“Why?” Taehyung is genuinely curious.

“No,” I close my eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Taehyung places his hand gently on my cheek. “I’m sorry princess. We don’t have to talk about it right now.”

I relax into his touch, opening my eyes. “Thank you.”

“What do you want to do now? I’d love a nap.”

“I think you have some promises you told me other the phone that you need to fulfill.”

He smirks, “I do. We’ve been alone for a while now. I’m sorry that I have neglected you. Let me fix that,” he pushes me onto my back, hovering over me in seconds. “I love you.”

“I love you, Tae,” I lovingly smile. “Here is to us.”

“To us,” he connects our lips to seal the deal.

********

“This is our apartment,” Taehyung pull keys out of his pocket. “Today we will spend time unpacking, and then go shopping.”

“Open the door, please,” I bounce on my toes. “I need to see the inside of our home.”

He chuckles, “Okay, okay. I’m opening the door.” He quickly slips the key into the lock; the sound of it unlocking the greats sound I’ve heard all day.

The front door swings open, and the two of us enter into a small front room area. There’s a small table off to the side against the wall, a bowl on top.

“Look, this is where we put our keys,” Taehyung drops the apartment key into the bowl.

“Is this a closet?” I walk over to a door a few feet from the front.

“It is. Open it up,” he shuts the front door.

I open the closet door, smiling at the sight before me. On the ground is a combination of Taehyung and mines shoes, and hung up on the racks are our coats.

“Like it?” Taehyung wraps his arms around my middle from behind. “We have a good collection of shoes.” He kisses my cheek.

“I’m so excited to see the rest of this place,” I slip my shoes off and slide them into the closet. “I love this. I could look at this for hours.”

Taehyung slips his shoes off, picking me up to slide his shoes into the closet. “I hope you don’t mind me opening all your boxes to locate certain items.”

“That is completely okay. I kind of wanted you to get some things out.”

“Then let’s head deeper inside,” he gives me a squeeze, but does no place me back on the ground.

“Carry me into the house,” I giggle, closing the closet door.

Taehyung turns right, takes a few more steps, turns left, and takes multiple steps to enter the open living room and kitchen area. The kitchen is directly in front of us. Against the wall to the left is most of the countertops and all the cabinets. A stove-oven combo with a microwave above it is in the middle of the counters, and a fridge is to the right of it separated by some counter. I spot a toaster, Keurig coffee maker, and a blender on the counter. A couple feet separate an island from that part of the kitchen. From my spot, the right side of the island is a bar with two stools, while the left has a sink and dishwasher.

“Next to the fridge is a panty,” Taehyung walks over to the island. “It has some appliances that I didn’t think would look good on the counters, but if you want to swap things out, go for it. Of course, food is in there, and a bag of dog food.”

“Ahead of the game. Such a man,” I swing my feet a little bit.

“I am older, so I have to act like it sometimes. Doing this was one of those times.” He turns right to face the living room.

“Where are the dog food bowls?”

“On the other side of the island. That door leads to a small balcony with a table and chairs.”

I look over at the door on the wall now to the left of us. “Just what I needed.”

“Is the living room okay?”

I turn my focus to the living room. A ‘L’ couch is against the walls farthest from us, and a square coffee table is in the middle. There are end tables with lamps on both ends of the couch. On the same wall I can reach out and touch to the right of me is a flat screen TV with a few boxes nearby. Everything fits snuggly in the open area.

“What’s in the boxes?” I wiggle in Taehyung’s grasp.

“Video games of yours, and books,” Taehyung answers, setting me down. “I didn’t have time to set them up. The video game consoles, that is. The table the TV is on can only hold so much, as well. We need a bookshelf,” he rests his chin on top of my head. “We can buy one today.”

“It is lovely,” I duck so Taehyung’s chin is off my head, and then turn to face him. “You did a good job, Tae. Everyone has been perfect for me.”

“Thank god,” he gives me a chaste kiss. “Let’s move on to our bedroom.” He grabs my hand, pulling me through the living room and to a door near the TV. “Ladies first,” he pinches my sides.

I giggle, “Such a dork.”

“The king.”

I push open the bedroom door, taking a moment before stepping into the room. “The bed is huge!”

“So you like it?” Taehyung laughs.

I run and jump onto the king sized bed. “Love it!” I roll around a few times before sitting up.

Taehyung has his boxy smile on his face, a look of pure love in his eyes. “My heart is beating so fast because you are too cute.”

My cheeks are hot in seconds. “Lots of boxes in here. I hope we have enough room.”

The bedroom isn’t anything fancy. Two end tables are placed with one on either side of the head of the bed. One medium sized window shines light into the room. This whole apartment actually has a good amount of windows to have natural light.

The bed dipping as Taehyung climbs onto it brings me make to reality.

“The tour isn’t over, princess,” Taehyung has crawled right up to me.

“What’s left?” I lean forward to touch my nose to his.

“Walk in closet and bathroom,” he moves his head to kiss my nose.

I grab each of his ears between my thumb and forefingers. “Hurry up with it then. I want to mess with your ears.”

“My big cute ears,” he tickles my sides, causing me to squirm away from him.

“They are just a tad big, but I love them all the same,” I slide off the bed. Now on the left side of the room, I notice two doors.

“That door right in front of you is to the bathroom,” Taehyung gets out of our bed. “The other is to the walk-in closet. It is just a square full of our clothes. Nothing special, yet, I guess.”

I turn the doorknob to the door right in front of me, pushing it open to see a nice bathroom on the other side. To my right is two sinks and then the toilet. On the far end of the room is a shower, and a tub to my left.

“The washer and dryer is back near the front door,” Taehyung comes up behind me. “After the first right, if you turn right again, there’s a door there. The washer and dryer sit inside.”

“Perfect. This is perfect,” I turn around to wrap my arms around my boyfriend. “Thank you so much for all of this.”

“You’re welcome, jagi,” he wraps his arms around me. “How about we unpack the stuff we have here. I know Nari will be bringing more stuff over soon. Then we can go shopping. I really want to drive you around.”

I smile, “Sounds like a wonderful idea. Let’s get to it.”

********

“This is so nice,” I smile, sliding into the booth after Taehyung. “All of us together again, eating amazing Korean food.”

“It’s good to have you back,” Seokjin pulls Nari closer to him. “Both of you girls. Those ten months you were gone were weird.”

“That’s an understatement,” Yoongi ruffles my hair. “It was shit, and that is the truth.”

I giggle, “You’ll never have to worry about us leaving ever again. We are here to stay. I don’t want to feel like my heart has broken ever again.”

“That sounds terrible,” Jimin nudges my foot with his. “Is your heart better now?”

“Of course it is, she’s with us now,” Jungkook smiles at me.

“Kookie is right,” I lean into Taehyung. “The second the plane touched down in Korea, I felt so much better. Like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.”

“I could tell how bad you were in at the beginning of the school year,” Nari says. “You put on a mask for the Skype dates we had, but I could see through it all. My poor hurting cousin.”

“As the summer came closer, her emotions made a turn for the better,” Emily adds. “It was so uplifting to watch it happen.”

“Did you keep your sadness to yourself?” Namjoon asks. “I never heard anything about it.”

“Mostly,” I shrug. “I didn’t want to worry you guys. I’m a big girl, and I had Emily. Yoongi-oppa heard about it, and I cried to Tae. It slipped out to everyone; I think.”

“Well kid, you have to tell us all about how you are feeling from now on,” Hoseok grins at me. “Can you do that? We want to help you no matter what.”

“For sure,” I nod. “I’ll be as open as I feel necessary.”

Our waitress steps over, and Seokjin is quick to order what we need. That motherly instinct coming through, but I bet he would order anyways because he’s the oldest. Either way, it makes me feel warm inside.

“So, Amber, you have something you would like to tell the boys, correct?” Nari looks over at me.

“What’s on your mind, little one?” Yoongi pokes my side.

I glance over at Yoongi, “It’s nothing big, I just think you guys should know.”

“You have a tattoo,” Jimin blurts out.

“She hates needles, so no,” Taehyung wraps his arm around my waist.

“So that’s a no on the ears being pierced,” Namjoon chuckles.

“Yeah, hell no to that ever,” I chuckle. “This is nothing like that.”

“So spill already,” Jungkook bounces in his spot.

“I am,” I stick my tongue out at the maknae for a few seconds. “So, my knowledge of certain topic has been expanded. With it, I understand myself even better. I, um,” I nervously giggle. “Screw it. I am pansexual. There, I said it.”

“Pan…sexual?” Taehyung looks down at me.

“Pan, sex, wait, you have sex with pans?” Hoseok shockingly asks.

I laugh, “Not going to lie, that is an overused joke, but coming from you Hobi, I loved it.”

Hoseok goofily smiles, “So I was wrong?”

“Very,” I sit up. “Emily, if you would please explain.”

“Gladly,” Emily smiles before diving into the explanation she gave Nari. Halfway through our waitress comes back with our food and drinks, but other than that, Emily is uninterrupted.

“That changes nothing,” Yoongi grabs my hand. “We still love you. You are still the Amber that writes poems to let your feelings out.”

“You are still the Amber who is terrible at first-person shooters,” Jungkook smiles.

“You are still a cutie who loves plushies,” Jimin giggles, lifting his shoulders up as he does.

“Still the Amber who reads as much as she can,” Hoseok smiles. “A cute nerd with her cute glasses.”

I absentmindedly mess with my glasses.

Taehyung tilts my head up with a few fingers under my chin, so I am looking into his eyes. “You are still the girl I fell in love with, and want to spend the rest of my life with. I love you for all you are, and all you aren’t.”

I blink back the tears, “I love you, Tae. I love all of you guys and girls.”

A quick kiss is pushed to my lips before Taehyung and I face back to the group.

“Cutest couple ever, no debate,” Emily giggles.

“Stop,” I whine. “Emily is such a tease now because she thinks I had a crush on her at some point, and I refuse to play into her game.”

“Did you?” Namjoon seriously asks.

“No,” I pick up my chopsticks. “I never did. Not my type,” I smirk.

“Not Taehyung enough,” Yoongi gives my hand a squeeze before letting it go.

I chuckle, “That’s it.”

“So, does Emily have something she needs to tell us?” Seokjin shoves some food into his mouth.

“What makes you asks that?” Nari ruffles Seokjin’s hair, but ends up fixing it so it looks nice.

“Every time Amber has a big thing to say, so do the rest of you,” Hoseok takes a sip of his drink.

“I do have something to tell you all,” Emily accepts the food Namjoon is holding in front of her face.

“You girls plan that,” Jimin points at Emily and then me. “That’s almost too cute.”

“We do plan it,” I smile as I open my mouth for the meat Taehyung has held in front of my face. “This is so much better than that Korean place our classmates took us to.”

“Story?” Jungkook looks at me with puppy-dog eyes.

“Let Emily tell us her news first, Kookie,” Yoongi takes a small bit of the food on his chopsticks, and then shoves the rest in my mouth.

“Thanks Yoongi,” Emily smiles. “Well, it’s not as deep as Amber’s news, but it does concern traveling and such for me.”

“Are you pregnant?” Hoseok looks at Emily with wide eyes.

Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon, and I burst out into laughter.

“Oh, goodness no,” Emily shakes her head. “That is not the reason why I won’t be traveling with you boys as much.”

“What’s up?” Seokjin calms the laughing down.

“I got a job,” Emily smiles. “I’ll be working with Nari, kind of like her assistant.”

The congratulations go around as Emily’s cheeks redden. She’s kept this hidden even from me.

“I’ll be going to KCON, but everything else I have to be back here,” Emily twirls her chopsticks. When I’m gone, you all have to take good care of Amber for me.”

“We will,” Taehyung squeezes my thigh. “She will never be out of our sight. I can promise that. Well, besides when we are on stage.”

“I can promise that as well,” Yoongi ruffles my hair.

“I’ll miss you,” I pout for a second. “But, these seven boys will make up for it.”

“How about you tell the story of the Korean restaurant,” Emily encouragingly smiles.

“Oh yeah,” I giggle as Taehyung feeds me once again.

“Some of your classmates took you out for a meal at a local Korean place,” Jimin recaps what I’ve already given away.

“Yes,” I nod. “They wanted to cheer us up. We were homesick, and I agreed to go because I thought it would help.”

“It didn’t,” Jungkook sighs, knowing where this is going.

“Not one bit. The food was more American than Korean. Like how Chinese food is over there. No one spoke fluent Korean either, besides the owner. It made me so sad.”

“The owner liked talking with us, though,” Emily says. “He was a very nice man. I would have gone back there just for him.”

“Overall, I didn’t have a good time, but I would never tell my classmates that. I ended up in a bigger hole than I had going in. It had me longing to be here even more.”

“Well, let’s eat this fantastic food, that isn’t American at all,” Yoongi pokes my side. “And make you as happy as can be.”

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A bit of a longer chapter, but it felt right. Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading, and I would love to know what you thought! :D

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WINX REDUX AU SUMMARIZED: SEASON 3 (The Fugitive from Omega)

Or, in which I give the basics of what I’ve changed about the story for the AU. It was originally way more descriptive but if I kept it in that style I would have finished in 2039 and I ain’t got time for that. Let’s cover Season 3 at last!

WINX REDUX AU SUMMARIZED: SEASON 3

After a month or so of summer break, Stella calls everyone up for a meeting in Magix to start getting the stuff for her birthday party/princess ball going.

Aisha is a bit down, however - while she did inform her parents that she’s dating Musa now, they’re still going on about her arranged marriage and she wishes they would stop.

The girls then go to a few stores in Magix to buy a few things Stella didn’t get in Solaria - she’s making her ballgown for the event and she wants some extra decorations, as it’s the last time she’ll appear as the Heir of the Sun and the Moon and wants to honor both celestial objects.

After a bit of shopping they take a lunch break, and meet Chimera there. They fight over a pizza but neither gets it, falling into the floor after a tug-o-war.

The girls meet her again when getting a dress for Bloom, and the interaction is equally unpleasant.

They finally get everything and then Stella brings Bloom and Daphne to Solaria, so they can spend a week there before the main event, so they can sightsee a bit.

During this stay, Bloom confides to Stella and Daphne that she might be developing something for Diaspro, but she’s not sure if it’s a genuine emotion or just her being happy she saved her. The other two simply tell her to think about it more clearly, and that she’ll realize what the feeling is when it happens.

At around the same time, the capsule Stormy had been in during her stay at Omega suddenly malfunctions after some ice hits it hard, allowing her to free herself. She manages to free the other 2 and immediately makes Icy cast a spell so they don’t die from the cold.

They wander for a bit before getting chased by some ice wyrms, and find Valtor’s capsule.

They free him and immediately throw him to the wyrm so they can escape again, but to their surprise Valtor manages to kill it with ease. He formally introduces himself.

They find the portal to Antocea and manage to open it, taking a break on the settlement around it (mostly abandoned warehouses full with stuff they can survive on for a few weeks), and with Valtor’s Mark, they manage to control the mermaids around the place.

Valtor is still pretty weak from the trip however, and decides to take a trip to Solaria to drain a bit of power from the Lantern of the Sun, to revitalize himself a bit.

Stella and Riven show Daphne and Bloom around, and they also finally meet Radius.

He introduces Count Alessandro of Alba, and reveals to Stella that he will be marrying him in a few months. Everyone is surprised, most of all Stella since she didn’t even notice they were dating.

Alessandro also introduces his daughter Carmilla, who turns out to be Chimera’s real name. The two girls try to remain civil but it's proving harder and harder. Stella just doesn’t like Chimera that much, and Chimera’s paranoid this will just end like how her parent’s separation ended and does not want that happening again, ever.

Valtor arrives at Solaria Castle and sees Chimera, sees how easily manipulable she is at the moment and promises her that if she helps him get to the Lantern, he will give her some extra power to ensure she wins in the end.

Chimera agrees and lends him the Lantern for a few seconds, Valtor absorbs part of its power and then marks Chimera, giving her instructions on what to do.

Aisha finds out about the current mess on Andros due to the portal of Omega being open, causing havoc near their sister nations and decides to stay home to help, informing the girls in the meantime.

The day of the Ball has arrived, and everyone is happy for Stella and how the day is gonna go, even if they’re missing Aisha. Radius introduces her as the Heir of the Sun and the Moon and then announces his engagement to Alessandro.

They dance for a bit and Stella is about to announce whether she will turn into the Heir of the Sun or the Heir of the Moon, but she’s attacked out of nowhere, falling to the ground and finding herself unable to transform. An illusion spell is cast over the entire room by Chimera, who marks her dad and future step-dad as well in the confusion. It makes everyone believe Stella has turned into a monster and order her arrest, everyone forced to flee.

After an escape through the old aqueducts, they decide to leave for Alfea for answers, and Wizgiz informs her that her magic was sealed by a very powerful spell, and that it would take him months for him to break it even with the entire staff’s help. He instead points them to the Mirror of Purification, a magical spring deep in the mountains of Soraia that can remove any curse or spell placed on a person, no matter how strong.

They manage to get there after many mishaps, but the spring is hidden in caves and Stella’s just sick of everything at that point, her ball was ruined, she was more or less exiled from her own planet, and she feels useless without her magic especially now since the ring is still broken, tying it to her worth for a bit. She manages to find the spring and takes a dive in it, but she still can’t cast magic, and everyone arrives.

They manage to cheer her up and tell her how much she means to them even if she can’t believe it at the moment, and that does manage to lift her mood. She can finally cast magic again after this - the spring removed the curse the second she stepped on it, but her fairy magic wasn’t gonna come out until she could think positively again.

Stella spends the last week of break before classes with Bloom and Daphne in Daphne’s newly acquired apartment.

Classes finally start and the girls can meet with Aisha again, who catches them up on what’s going on at Andros. Daphne’s reaction to the name Valtor scares Bloom.

Stella reunites with her friend Nova, who had moved away a few years ago to another coastal city in Solaria and catches her up on what’s going on at her country.

Musa also meets the princess of Melodeus Galatea, and the princess gains an interest on Musa due to her style of music. They strike a quick friendship after that.

a few days pass and when news break that Valtor has captured Queen Ligea of Mareia, she can’t stand it anymore WE’RE GOING TO ANDROS TO SAVE MY AUNT RIGHT NOW.

So Stella teleports them to Andros to get a way to get there that doesn’t involve flying cuz they would die trying that are you insane. She stays behind to cover for them with the Pixies, Diaspro and Nova.

She gets busted almost immediately by Daphne though, who is in the middle of a panic attack.

On Andros, after a quick check-in with Aisha’s parents, the girls get one of the private smaller ships the royal house has to get to Mareia and rescue Ligea. They meet Roy then, captain of the ship and Aisha’s friend.

As they sail onwards they’re attacked by the Trix, and after a fight, Bloom’s knocked out into the seas, a small platform rising below her.

Valtor shows up and tries to talk to Bloom, finding her familiar somehow, but he’s attacked by the Winx and as a warning, makes Aisha blind.

While everyone’s trying to deal with this, Aisha’s cousin Tressa appears, telling them that there’s a chance right now of rescuing the queen since Valtor’s occupied elsewhere, back in the Omega portal.

Everyone agrees and after Aisha swaps to her mermaid form and casts a breathing spell to the rest, they delve into the sea.

After a few missteps they arrive at the underwater palace and rescue Ligea, and try to make a run for it when Valtor attacks them in person, alongside a kraken he marked.

The kraken quickly goes haywire and attacks everyone equally however, and manages to knock both Ligea and Valtor out.

Aisha wants to take this chance and defeat Valtor right then and there (she can sense everything and “see” underwater thanks to her source), but realizes getting Ligea to safety is more important and bails, leaving Valtor to escape.

As they’re nearing the surface however, the kraken strikes again trying to drag Ligea back down, but Aisha intercepts it getting almost killed in the process to save her aunt. Everyone else reaches the surface and are really worried for Aisha, until she rises from the seas in Enchantix, having earnt the form. Her eyesight is also restored now, earning the form removing any curse or spell placed on her. She uses her Essence Dust as well to heal Ligea.

They get back to Alfea and immediately get punished to organizing the recently restored archive after Bloom kinda destroyed it last year for their stunt in Andros, thought they congratulate the girl’s bravery in helping those in aid and does acknowledge that Aisha has a duty to her people.

Faragonda and Daphne then elaborate on who Valtor is (which you can read here), and why he’s so dangerous - he also has a Dragon Aura, and unlike Bloom, has mastered control over it.

A few weeks pass and the girls are done with that assignment, and Sky invites everyone to Eraklyon for the Days of Arturia festival.

Riven confides to Stella that he might be falling in love with Sky and she suggests just saying it outright after the party in private, taking advantage of the happy mood and that even if Sky says no at least he’s getting closer to overcoming what happened a few years ago.

Sky confides in Brandon and Nex that he’s starting to think he might be crushing on Riven and doesn’t know how to deal with it, and that it’s adding to the stress of planning the event.

Brandon simply suggests to ask him out after the party so he doesn’t focus on it much, and Nex does the same, also adding that the party is the most pressing matter at the moment and that he can work out his feelings later.

Everyone finally gets to the party and start interacting, with Sky soon to be holding a speech.

Diaspro leaves for a bit to get herself something to drink and is captured by Valtor, who had shown up to the party and wanted to absorb the magic of the Sword of Storms, a magic relic of Eraklyon. She’s forced to help him and ends up then thrown into a dungeon, Valtor then taking her form and going back to dance.

Valtor still needs someone under his control on Eraklyon, since thanks to Chimera he’s running Solaria from the shadows ensuring he doesn’t get caught if a King doesn’t consider him a threat. Disguised as Diaspro, he marks Sky, who then announces he’s gonna get married to Diaspro soon, apparently having been reunited.

He knows this is what most of the noble population was expecting of those two, and this will make them more compliant to obey Sky’s orders.

The Winx and the Specialists immediately see through the bullshit and go approach Sky and Diaspro what’s going on, Riven and Bloom sounding really hurt at this.

Sky orders for them to be arrested and everyone bails, Sky calling in the dragons to attack them. Erendor and Samara are also questioning what’s going on, but Valtor returns to his original form and also sends them to the dungeon so they don’t interfere amidst the chaos.

The dragons quickly go loose and start attacking everyone, and manages to knock Radius and Alessandro, who had been invited as well.

Chimera’s frozen in fear, being just a Charmix fairy who hadn’t seriously fought before, and Stella rushes in to save all of them.

She forces her sceptre to its limit to defend her family even if she’s unsure of what Chimera’s plans are, the staff breaking and her getting hit with the full force of the attack.

Stella earns her Enchantix thanks to this, her sceptre also reforming into a new form - the Staff of the Stars. She leaves immediately after this to escape the dragons, but is happy her dad still seems to be fine, and she caught the slightest glint of remorse in Chimera’s eyes.

Everyone rests in the ship for a bit before immediately turning back, wanting to know exactly what has happened. They saw the mark of Valtor on the neck of the dragons, so they know he has a part in this, and with Brandon’s help, they sneak into the castle the next day.

Valtor on his part goes back to check on Diaspro’s cell once everything started to settle down but realizes she’s escaped, and realizing that without the princess to mark, he’s trapped in the castle in order to keep with the plan.

As everyone else bursts into the castle unnoticed, Bloom starts to realize she might have genuine feelings for Diaspro after how hurt she felt at the announcement, even when she knew it was a farce.

They find Diaspro on the way to Sky’s chambers and while initially cautious, they realize she’s not marked and Bloom immediately hugs her, happy she’s safe.

Now all together, they barge into Sky’s chamber and see him with Valtor-as-Diaspro, who immediately decides to just cut his losses and leaves Eraklyon, Sky still under his control and ordered to attack him.

After a brief fight, Diaspro and Stella use their Essence Dust to remove the mark, and Sky falls seriously ill after this, having to remain in Eraklyon.

Brandon, Riven and Diaspro remain in Eraklyon to look after Sky, as well as help clear everything that’s happened.

A few more weeks past and Valtor has settled in his next targets - Alfea and Cloud Tower. He decides to go to Cloud Tower first, and with the help of the Trix and a clever ruse, manages to enter the building and trap Griffin in the same place she was trapped by the Trix years ago, Valtor taking power from the Eye of the Eagle in Griffin’s office. He then attacks Alfea with the entire marked school as an army.

They all get thrown into a fight and the Trix infiltrate the school as a shadow, trapping a random fairy (Galatea) and forcing them to help them reach the Archive, since according to Valtor that’s where Alfea’s treasure (The Wings of Alfea, a special shield that also helps form the barrier protecting the school) resides.

Musa, Flora and Bloom manage to track them down and defeat them, but the Trix still get the Wings and bail, Darcy casting a cursed fire over the room to delay them further.

Everything starts to be destroyed again and the Winx quickly evacuate Concorda and the other school Pixies as well as Galatea, but she trips with a piece of fallen wood from the bookcases.

She’s about to be crushed by the rest of the bookcases, but Musa rushes in and pushes her out of the way, getting her wings torn off and her leg hurt in the process.

She earns Enchantix thanks to this regardless, which reforms her wings immediately, but she still can’t fly properly due to the pain still being there.

Now with Essence Dust, she can undo the fire in the room, also restoring most of the books in the process.

Valtor and Faragonda had a hard fight during all of this, but Valtor manages to win and traps Faragonda in a tree.

The Winx then go look for Faragonda unaware of her fate, since most of the teachers need to help with the few possessed students they got to trap before Valtor called them back to CT, using their own powers to remove the marks and it’s gonna take a while.

After a brief but very rough adventure in Cloud Tower, the girls finally find Faragonda trapped in a tree, and after informing the staff about this they decide to send the girls to Lynphea, as the tears of the Black Willow can help them and Flora lives near that place.

Flora explains what the Black Willow is on the way there and when they arrive, they meet her sister Miele, a young Witch studying in Lynphea.

The Trix also go to Lynphea around the same time, trying to get the tears themselves as well since it would be useful for Valtor’s plans.

Flora and Miele then elaborate on what the tears are - it’s a special sap produced by the willow with incredible magical healing properties, and using it alongside some Essence Dust would manage to restore Faragonda completely, as Essence Dust alone runs the risk of Faragonda becoming part-tree forever, it’s not as strong with nature. It has mixed overtime with a natural spring around the tree, which has made it stronger but also more unstable.

They finally arrive to the place where the Willow is (a small lake and waterfall called the Water Stairway), and when getting to collect the water Miele warns everyone that the water’s so magically charged there’s no telling what it could do to them, so they have to be careful.

At around the same time the Trix arrive at the Willow, and a fight ensues, Miele showing off her Charmix form.

During the fight Miele is hit hard by Icy’s attack, knocking her out of the air, out of her transformation, and loses conscience, falling into the waters.

Flora immediately and viciously attacks and ensnares the Trix in some thorny vines before diving into the water to save her sister, and she does, managing to send her back to the surface but ends up too weak, her attack on the Trix having drained her, starting to drown.

Miele comes to on the surface and immediately screams for her sister, and Aisha is trying to control the water to bring her back. Flora then rises up on her own, having achieved Enchantix, and then uses her vines to drag the Trix into the waters herself, still pretty angry at them.

The Trix then come out of the water looking the same age as Miele and bail, taking some of the water in the hopes it’ll fix their issue as well. The Winx finally get the water as well and return to Alfea, at last freeing Faragonda.

A month or so passes with relative peace before news break out that the portal to Omega in Antocea has gone haywire, expelling insane amounts of magic due to Valtor and the Trix breaking it to pass through. Aisha once again leaves for Andros with the Winx, hoping she can meet with the still-living Sorcerer that helped make the portal all those years ago, Taboc.

After some battles with criminals that had escaped Omega, they reach the portal with Taboc (having picked him up along the way), but they find themselves unable to do anything, the Portal ejecting too much electrical magic and energy, and Taboc can’t control it, the spell to close it seemingly not working.

As Taboc, Bloom and Aisha consider other options, they realize Tecna’s not saying anything, and when they check, she’s already halfway into the portal.

Everyone else arrives and panics, asking her what does she think she’s doing. Tecna elaborates that since her Source is Electricity, she can maybe manage to disrupt and absorb the magic of the portal and close it once and for all, and asks them to say goodbye to Timmy for her, not believing she’s gonna come out of it alive.

This act earns Tecna her Enchantix, and with her new power and aided by her Dust, she starts casting the closing spell from the inside. A pillar of lightning rises from the center of the portal, and as fast as it came, it disappears, the portal fully closed, Tecna nowhere in sight.

Everyone thinks she might be dead, and in their sorrow and rage, everyone starts crying. Bloom and Musa then stand up, rage the only thing inside them, and decide to go back to Cloud Tower and face Valtor head on, blaming him for Tecna’s apparent death.

The others try to stop them but can’t, and defeated, Stella sends them to Cloud Tower while everyone else goes to Alfea in the hopes the other two will come to their senses.

Once in Cloud Tower, Bloom and Musa fight through the possessed students and fight Valtor head on, but are quickly defeated. He’s about to mark them both when Faragonda, Griffin, Saladin, Daphne and the Winx burst in, attacking Valtor head on and taking the defeated fairies out. Valtor recognizes Daphne and realizes that Bloom is the baby princess of Domino, his anger starting to rise as everyone leaves.

Bloom feels useless after the battle with Valtor, wanting to know how to get a better hold of her Dragon Aura. Daphne offers to help her, and Faragonda decides to send them both to Pyros to train under the Sorceress Maia, an old acquaintance of hers that also has a Dragon Aura.

The two princesses arrive and, after a few mishaps, meet Maia at last, and start training under her. With both Daphne and Maia’s guidance, she starts to get a better hold of her powers.

At the same time, Timmy manages to make contact with Tecna on Omega for a brief moment, and with the Winx’s help, they all go to Omega to fetch her. They end up being attacked by some of the criminals that escaped their capsules and are separated.

The Paladin Order raids Cloud Tower and finds it empty, Valtor having left the place and leaving all the marked Witches there as well. Life slowly returns to normal in the building.

Still on Pyros, Bloom and Daphne are near the end of their stay when they’re attacked by the Trix, sent by Valtor to steal a magic item, but decide to take a detour and try to take down Bloom once and for all.

A fight starts, and while they start winning, Icy starts to focus on Daphne to try and take her down as well, since she might be more dangerous than Bloom. She’s about to stab her but stabs Bloom instead, having jumped between them to protect her sister. This earns her Enchantix, and now with this power, and aided by a VERY angry Daphne, they manage to utterly defeat the Trix, sending them running.

After this event and with a new form, the two princess go back to Alfea, and learn of the fate of Tecna and the rest. At the same time, Sky and the others come back from Eraklyon, having finally recovered from Valtor’s spell. They all leave for Omega.

Once there they end up separated by the same criminals, with the guys on one side and the girls on the other. Bloom and Diaspro keep looking for Tecna until they get ambushed. Both transform and manage to make quick work of the attackers, but the struggle let a stalactite loose, coming for them.

Scared, Diaspro ends up confessing on the spot, and right before the ice hit them it got pulverized by another attack - it’s Tecna, who heard the commotion and wanted to check in.

They all hug, excited to see each other again, but then soon go back to business, trying to find the rest. They all end up falling through a crevice and find the other Winx, and after another happy hug, they all rise up again to the surface after fighting an ice wyrm.

They also finally manage to find the boys (who had all been captured), and after freeing them, they immediately book it out to the ship and back to Magix.

Back on Magix at last, Diaspro finally asks for Bloom’s answer on their feelings, and while Bloom is still not sure if she’s truly attracted to her, they do agree to try a date.

A few weeks have passed, the girls decide to go on a group outing again, as a late celebration for everyone being back together.

They stop to have lunch, and while everyone else orders food, Aisha meets a guy named Ophir, who was asking directions at the start but ended up talking for a few minutes. He excuses himself once everyone else gets back with food, and says that he and Aisha might meet again.

Right as the girls finish eating, Valtor appears in the clouds as a projection, announcing his plans to steal the Eye of Myrari from the nearby museum.

The girls can tell something’s weird about this and go to the museum as well, and after some shenanigans and Ophir showing up in the nick of time (revealing he’s a Fairy in the process), Valtor manages to steal the real treasure he was after - Agador’s Box.

After this event, a few days go by, and Radius and Alessandro’s wedding day is approaching. Stella’s determined to free her dad from Valtor’s mark but has not been invited to the wedding (thanks to Chimera). She decides she’s done waiting around and starts to find a way to get to Solaria and fix this once and for all, and after some brainstorming and help from Nova, they decide on performing as bike stunt performers.

With tutoring from the Specialists, the girls manage to get a good handle on them enough to go to the event, and with Luna’s help from Solaria (who’s informed of all the happenings) they manage to sneak in.

At the same time, Chimera’s panicking - she knows most of the staff has picked up that both Radius and her dad are not acting right and her feelings are in overdrive, becoming more and more unhinged about the whole situation and cursing Stella. She carries out with the wedding regardless.

During the vows, with both Radius and Alessandro looking empty, Stella strikes and disrupts the wedding, calling out Chimera as an ally of Valtor and showing the mark on both of the affected. Chimera simply loses it and transforms on the spot, starting to attack the Winx.

The Winx do the same and Stella and Chimera go one on one, Stella swiftly defeating the manic noble. She simply shuts down completely and remains on the floor, broken.

Stella uses her Essence Dust alongside the others and finally breaks her father and Alessandro free of the curse, she and Radius hugging in joy.

Chimera comes back to her senses and simply says nothing, head hung. Alessandro simply sends her to the Roccaluce Rehabilitation Center, in hopes she can get better, elaborating on her actions - Chimera believes anything new coming into her life will be trouble, and after meeting Stella she convinced herself she would throw her out the second she got the chance to, entering a circle of paranoia and anxiety that overtook her.

Radius and Alessandro cancel the wedding and decide to have at another date, in hopes Chimera’s recovery is steady so they can all celebrate it fully. Stella also finally announces her new title - she’s the Heir of the Stars, and Fairy of the Cosmic Light, refusing both sun and moon and choosing her own path. She gets her Solarian mark as well.

Once back on Alfea, a few more days pass until Daphne comes to their dorm in the dead of night for a hidden mission, something she cannot share with Faragonda.

She has found out about the Liquid Aura Stars, ancient and terrible objects that could drain a magi’s Aura to almost extinguish it, and feels this might be the only thing they can use against Valtor. (Learn more about them here!)

After some calls and some clever excuses, Stella teleports them outside of Alfea and into a Red Fountain ship with the guys, who are helping them get in the area the Stars are supposedly hidden.

After another run-in with gryphons, they get there with more or less no issues, aside from Ophir also being there for some reason, claiming that he wanted to help.

They’re faced by a lot of beings on the way to the place, and Ophir shows off his powers, as well as befriending everyone on the way.

They arrive at a weird formation of gems and trees called the Crystal Labyrinth, where the Stars supposedly reside at the center of the maze. Everyone tries to enter together, but crystals suddenly cover the entrance, trapping Daphne, Aisha and Tecna on the other side and dividing them further, a voice echoing in the distance talking about some sort of trial.

The three girls advance regardless, and seemingly manage to reach the center, but there are two doors, the voice speaking again that to get to the Stars, they must pass this test.

Aisha is shown her parents finally breaking off the engagement, letting her be free at last, and on the other door, the Liquid Aura Stars reside. While she would love for her parents to finally accept her wishes, she knows she can get through them in her own, and goes for the Stars.

Tecna is shown all the knowledge in the world, all at her disposal, and on the other door, the Liquid Aura Stars reside. While part of her wants to just delve in into all that information, she knows her friends and the Stars are more important, and she can acquire all that information on her own, after all.

Daphne is shown Domino fully restored, her parents and her people okay and alive and happy, and on the other door, the Liquid Aura Stars reside. While Daphne would love nothing more than to restore her home immediately, she’s certain she will find the way on her own, and Domino, as much as it hurts her, can wait. She goes for the Stars.

They all arrive at the center and retrieve the stars in their casket, the maze disappearing around them and reuniting with the rest, going back to Alfea.

They somehow manage to get by without Faragonda or the rest of the staff knowing about what they just did (since taking the Stars is HIGHLY ILLEGAL), and decide to celebrate this as well as Stella freeing her kingdom by going out at night all together, with special permission from Faragonda.

During this trip, Sky and Riven decide to talk at last about what happened in Eraklyon, and how Riven helped Sky to get better. They both end up confessing to one another and start dating.

At the same time, Ophir shows up and reveals his true identity to Aisha - he’s Nabu, the man she’s supposed to marry. He wanted to meet her before the deal was done since he heard Aisha was already dating someone, and since he doesn’t want the marriage either they decide to arrange a meeting with their parents once and for all to annul the arrangement.

As they leave, Valtor appears in the sky as a projection again, challenging the headmasters of the schools to a match out of nowhere.

Everyone thinks this is suspicious but the headmasters take the challenge regardless, leaving their colleagues to protect the schools if something bad happens.

The battle starts but at no point Valtor fights in it, instead casting a powerful illusion spell to make it look like everyone is fighting Valtor despite actually fighting themselves.

He teleports to Alfea to look for whatever the Winx took recently - he knows they have something but doesn’t know what is.

The Winx intercept him, however, and a battle breaks. Valtor manages to defeat Aisha and Stella and almost marks them until Bloom barges in with the Stars, and starts draining Valtor of his magic.

She stops right before it would have gone to lethal levels, and almost detains him if it wasn’t for the Trix’s interference, who manage to drag him back to their hiding spot.

While Faragonda congratulates the girls on their plan, she also tells them they’re gonna have to go to court once Valtor is dealt with since they did violate some heavy laws getting the Stars.

Valtor, still weak, pulls one last power hidden in the Box (which he has been using to hold all the stolen powers so far), one he stole a long, long time ago and has been saving as a last ditch resort - the Spell of the Elements, one of the strongest powers ever created.

He casts different natural disasters to all the schools plus Magica City (an inferno to Alfea, tornadoes to Red Fountain, a flood using Lake Roccaluce’s water to Cloud Tower, and an earthquake to Magica), and demanding Bloom to face him once and for all, wanting revenge and nothing else.

Faced with the disaster, Bloom agrees, and the rest of the Winx plus Diaspro and Daphne go with her, Daphne wanting him to pay for what he did to the Lake, still holding a lot of memories for her.

Once they arrive they’re immediately dragged down to a makeshift cave made on the lakebed, the Trix arriving to fight the Winx plus Diaspro while Bloom and Daphne face Valtor head on.

As they fight, Valtor reveals what his plan was - to undo the curse on Domino, and free the country from the eternal winter. This leaves everyone confused, until he elaborates further that he himself cast the spell of eternal winter, but it has been tampered with and modified over the years, which made it impossible for him to undo.

He’s been stealing powers and getting people under his control from different realms so that once he frees Domino, he can finally take over it as its new king, aided by the people he has under his control to support him.

However, explaining his plan has made him careless, and after a good hit on him by Daphne, Bloom rushes to Agador’s Box. Valtor tries his hardest to stop her, but he’s in turn stopped by the rest of the Winx that have already defeated the Trix, and Bloom destroys the lock on the box, freeing all the magic Valtor has stolen from all the realms, leaving him powerless.

He decides to call back the elements with the last spell in his possession, and the waters of the lake start rushing back at a fast pace. Everyone starts to make a run for it but Valtor remains down there, still transformed somehow, frantically searching in case a spell still remains there. The waters come crashing down and the cave collapses with Valtor still there, and everyone else made it to the surface more or less safe. Valtor is never seen again, and is presumed dead.

The Paladin Order arrives as soon as all the other disasters stopped, and arrests both the Trix and the Winx on the spot for their crimes. A month of court meetings and cases ensue, held in trial for different things for both teams, with the Specialists, Helia and Nabu also held accountable.

After a month, a verdict is finally reached - while the heroes did break a very important law, it was done to protect the realms for an even bigger threat, and as such are charged with 2 months of community service, fixing all the damage Valtor’s spells have caused as well as just general helping around, and in the case of the magis, they’re cursed with a magic-restraining spell that will fade in a month, heavily limiting their magic usage.

As for the Trix, they cannot be sent to Omega as the prison is still a mess after the portal shenanigans, so they will be held in the Order of Mana’s dungeons until a more fitting place is found.

There are still 3 months of school left, and with the magic limiter it’s gonna be a pain, but the teachers are understanding at least so they’ll just have to work extra hard on finals. The worst has passed.

Daphne is called to Faragonda’s office and is given a book full of notes - it’s the one thing Valtor left behind untouched, found in a cave nearby. It details all the research he was doing on Domino’s curse, and she felt Daphne could use it.

Teredor and Niobe, alongside Nabu’s parents, show up to Alfea called by Aisha, and both she and Nabu finally face them and call them out, denying the arranged marriage. Teredor and Niobe finally agree to cancel the wedding as it’s clear neither of them wish to marry, and to strain their relationship with their daughter even further is unwise. Nabu’s parents also agree, but they seem more hesitant about it. The two young adults celebrate, and Nabu earns his Glamourix thanks to finally expressing his true feelings.

Sky and Riven also officially announce their relationship, as do Bloom and Diaspro. Everything seems to be going fine, and aside from having to pay for their technical crimes, everyone is happy the rest of the school year is going to be more calm...

#Winx Club #Winx Redux AU #Winx AU Detailing #Winx Redux AU: Summarized #y'all THIS TOOK SO LONG #I had to rewatch S3 entirely to properly do this and it was. so fucking boring and dragged on so much oh my god #I changed a lot of the finale because so much of it was unnecessary and also changed a lot which also didn't help #but I'm happy I finally got this done #Next to summarize will be the movie #which hopefully will take less since it's just and hour and 10 minutes rather than 13 or so hours #HOPEFULLY

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ravenforce · 5 years

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Ta ta touch

Prompt: “Hi! If you feel like writing something. I have an idea: Lena x f!reader with a prompt: "Please stop petting the test subjects". Something cute and fluffy where the reader is visiting Lena's lab for the first time and wants to touch everything, press all the buttons since everything there is fascinating and exciting to her. Lena tries to keep her gf from causing problems to herself or L Corp.”

Requested by: @pentagoniablue

Pairing: Lena Luthor x Reader

Word Count: 2825

Warning/s: None.

A/N: I will go ahead and apologize for that ending. Was it intentional? Maybe. LOL. I hope you guys like it. If there are any mistakes that escape me, please forgive me. Let me know what you think!

***

You've been best friends with Alex Danvers since you were kids. You've been the honorary youngest Danvers since you moved next to their house in Midvale, and you just moved back to National City after living and working in your family business in France. You can hear multiple voices inside the address Alex gave you, you're not really nervous but you double checked yourself before you attempted to knock on the door. Before you can knock though, the door was almost ripped out of its hinges when Kara opened it in excitement.

"(Y/N)!" Kara squealed as she pulled you into a hug.

You laughed at her enthusiasm, at least that didn't change. Alex walked out of the kitchen and into your periphery looking like the broody big sister she has always been. You walked directly towards Alex for a hug after Kara released you. She wrapped her arms around you and you rubbed your face on her shoulder. She let out a laugh remembering how you used to always do that.

"Welcome home," Alex said against your hair. You pulled back when a girl with long hair cleared her throat. You peered over Alex's shoulder and fought the blush in your face at the number of people witnessing your moment with your sisters.

"Hi, I'm Nia. You must be (Y/N), we heard so much about you," she said with a warm smile.

You extricate yourself from Alex and moved around to shake everyone's hands. Everyone seems to be genuinely nice and warm, not that you're surprised; Alex and Kara are a good judge of characters. You're sitting next to Alex on the couch when you noticed someone in the balcony, Alex saw where you're looking.

"That's Lena. Lena Luthor," Alex said before drinking from her wine glass.

***

After finishing her call, Lena came back inside Kara's apartment and almost knocked you down when she walked in the kitchen. She would have fallen if you hadn't caught her wrist using your other hand that's not holding a fresh bottle of Moscato. She fought the urge to stare and shiver at the feel of your warm hand on her skin.

"Hi, are you okay?" You asked after letting go of her wrist. Lena immediately missed the contact.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking at where I'm going," Lena said fighting to get her heartbeat in control.

"It's okay, no casualties," you said beaming at her. "I'm (Y/N) by the way."

Before Lena could respond, Kara came in at the kitchen looking weirdly at her best friend.

"What's going on here?" She asked. Shit, Lena cursed in her head. Kara might have heard her heart racing.

"Nothing," you said while exiting the kitchen. "Your friend is breathtaking," you whispered only loud enough for Kara to hear.

She let out a loud laugh that startled Lena. Both of them followed you in the living room to continue playing Pictionary. Winn suggested to change the game to Monopoly, which he only realized is a bad idea with two CEO in the room. At half past midnight, only you and Lena were playing and everyone else just broke off in various parts of the room to chat.

"How about we just say we're both winners?" you suggested.

Lena looked at you like it was a trick question. "Only if you buy me dinner sometime," she teased.

"Done," you said before you extended your hand for Lena to shake. She laughed before shaking it. When she came to game night today, she was stressed about work but meeting you certainly made her brain shut off anything work-related. All she can focus on really was the way you laugh, the crinkles on the side of your eyes when you smile, and how generally great you are.

***

It took two weeks before you saw Lena again. Lunch hour just passed, so the restaurant was blissfully empty except for a few others. You were looking for an empty seat when you saw black hair, pale skin, green eyes, and red lips sitting alone in the corner. The mere sight of her lifts your mood instantly.

"Is this seat taken?" You asked innocently. Lena was ready to tell the stranger off but when she looked up from her phone and saw you she instantly smiled.

"No," she answered.

Lena non-subtly looked at you from head to toe, taking in your tight-fitting trousers, loose white button up and black trench coat before she gestured for you to take a seat. You smiled warmly at her ignoring the fire in your gut ignited by the way she looks at you.

"Late lunch, Ms. Luthor?" you asked smiling. Lena can't help but return it. Something about you just makes her feel safe like Alex does, and warm like Kara does. At that moment, she realized why you're considered the youngest Danvers sister; you take on quite a few characteristics of the two. She's intrigued how different you are from both though.

"Yes, my assistant Jessica locked me out of my office," Lena said. Completely abandoning the email she was writing before you walked up to her.

"Ah! Yes! My secretary once had security drag me out of my office after I've failed to leave for 48 hours," you said as you look at the menu. Lena laughed.

Of course, she knows about your family business. Your an only child, hence the responsibility of continuing your parents legacy as one of the most successful real estate tycoons falls upon you. You're two years younger than her but also incredibly mature and intelligent. Also unbelievably beautiful and soft, which intrigues her how you survive in the industry without being eaten by sharks.

You ate and talked with Lena for almost two hours. It would have gone well to dinner if not for both your phones continuously alerting you of new messages. Both of you looked at your phones and knew it's time to go. You walked Lena back to L-Corp, secretly not wanting to end your time together.

Lena was walking to her elevator when you had the courage to speak. "Lena," you said aloud. She turned around to look at you.

"I still owe you dinner," you continued. She smiled at you.

"Sure, I'll clear my schedule for you," she said before entering her elevator.

***

Alex and Kara were hanging out at your new condo Friday night. It was apparent that something is on your mind, your sisters can see right through you. When you wiggled on the couch one more time, Alex had enough; she reached for the remote and paused the movie you're watching.

"Okay. What's wrong?" Alex asked, turning slightly on her seat to look at you. You're cuddled next to her. You nibbled your bottom lip and glanced at Kara before sighing heavily.

"It's about Lena, isn't it?" Kara asked. You tried to hide your surprise but with the smile on her face, you know you just gave yourself away.

"I hear the change in the rhythm of your heartbeat every time someone so much as mention her name," Kara teased. You sighed, there's no point lying to an alien with super hearing and a black ops.

"Yeah, I owe her dinner but I don't have her number so I don't know if tomorrow would work for her," you said. Kara laughed before she pulled out her phone, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

"Jeez, all you had to do was ask instead of interrupting my TV show," Alex said as she hit play on the remote, Kara dictated Lena's number.

Once sure that you got it correctly, you ran towards you balcony to call Lena. One ring, two rings before Lena picked up.

"Hey Lena, it's me (Y/N)," you greeted cheerfully hoping it'll hide the nerves.

"And here I thought I'll never hear from you," she can't help but tease. She's been waiting all week, she even contemplated asking Kara for your number.

"Sorry, I've been busy moving. Are you free tomorrow night?" You asked.

"For you, I will be," she answered. Is she flirting with you, you wonder.

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7?" You're bouncing at the sole of your feet.

"Sure, ask Kara for my address. See you tomorrow," Lena said smiling like a giddy teenager.

"Yes, see you. Wear something casual," you said before hanging up.

When you came back inside, Kara and Alex are smiling widely at you. You rolled your eyes at your sisters.

***

Saturday couldn't come fast enough. You swapped your black McLaren P1 with Alex's black Rubicon for the night, which she agreed to easily. You texted Lena that you have arrived and is waiting outside. Not a moment later, you looked up and nearly fell on your knees looking at how beautiful Lena is wearing dark skinny jeans, green blouse, and black boots. You felt completely underdress in your washout jeans, faded MCR shirt, black leather jacket, and yellow Adidas Gazelles.

"Is this the most casual you could go, Ms. Luthor?" you teased when she stood a foot away from you. Lena laughed, she always laughs when she's around you it seems.

"You look great," she said while running a hand on your chest over your leather jacket. You thank heaven you're still leaning on side of the car or your knees would have given out. You wonder how you're going to survive the night.

"Right," you said while opening the door for her.

"Is this Alex's car?" she asked when you sat on the driver's seat.

"Yeah, my car isn't built for where we're going," you said before reaching out at the back seat.

Lena was already secured by the seatbelt when you handed her a bundle of sunflowers. She gaped at you while you pulled out of the parking lot. She cleared her throat to hide her growing blush. It's been a while since she dated, the last one was James, and you're far more charming than him. Lena finds it very easy to talk to you about anything, she found you very smart and you showed genuine interest in her work and ideas. You don't flinch or doubt her intentions as she tells you some of her project that involves the Harun-El.

You listened to her intently while keeping your focus on the road. When you crossed the city limits, Lena wonders where you're going but not long after she saw fairy lights and soon a Ferris wheel is looming in front of you. You watch her take in your destination.

"I know I said dinner but I found this place while I was moving. Thought it's been forever since I've been in one, we can go if you hate it," you ranted. Lena looked at you and smiled.

"Hate it? I love it! I've never been in one," she admitted.

Without further ado, you jumped out of the car and waited for Lena to join you. The carnival is located in a huge clearing near the woods a little outside the city. It's huge enough not to feel cramped even though it's crawling with people. Out of reflex, you held Lena's hand all throughout the night. Lena didn't complain, wouldn't complain. She already loves the feel of your hand in hers.

***

Since she admitted to never being in a carnival, you made it your mission to give Lena the full experience. First, you made it through the parlor games; Lena absolutely sucked at shooting moving targets. Thankfully, Alex taught you a thing or two about guns since you arrived back in NC. She pouted when you won a dog plushie but she immediately smiled when you handed it to her. Second, you made her ride all your favorite carnival rides like the bump car, octopus, anchors away, Ferris wheel, and the horror train.

Two hours have passed before you both decided you're famished. Great thing there was a dedicated area for food trucks. You eyed her curiously as she surveyed her choices.

"Are you sure you want to eat here? We can leave and get food in a proper restaurant," you suggested.

"There are tacos over there," she said before she's dragging you to the said food truck. There's a small queue but Lena doesn't seem to mind, she looks so happy in that moment. Plus the tacos smells divine. Lena ordered one of each item on the menu, the trucker gave her a funny look.

"Is this too much?" She asked as she helps you carry her orders on a nearby picnic table.

"Maybe a little but I understand the logic," you said.

After finishing up on food, you carried your trash to the segregation bin. Both of you decided it's best to just walk around before heading home. If you're both being honest, you just didn't want to go home yet. You walked around the carnival holding hands, talking about everything and anything under the sun. You even shared cotton candy and took some photos together.

Eventually, you had to go home; by the time you decided that the sun is already rising. Both of you laughed at how time evades you when you're having fun. When you pulled up in front of her building it's already 7 in the morning.

"Thanks for last night, (Y/N). I had so much fun," she said before she kissed your cheeks.

"I had fun too Lee," you said unable to fight the blush that crept up your neck and face.

"When you're free next week, I'll give you a tour of my lab," she said before closing the door of the car and heading inside her building.

***

It's almost a week since you took Lena to the carnival and you want to see her already. You were watching the shadows on the ceiling of your new office when you heard your notification alert. You ignored it thinking it's probably just Alex and/or Kara. On the fifth unanswered message, whoever was texting decided to just call.

"Hey, are you ignoring me?" Lena's voice sounded on the receiver.

"Hey, no!" You defended quickly. "Well, I'm ignoring my whole phone. Sorry."

Lena chuckled. "How about that lab tour? Only if you're not busy," she said a little self-conscious.

"Be there soon," you said already grabbing your keys.

It took thirty agonizing minutes before you arrived in L-Corp with a bag of Chinese take-out on your hand. You were surprised to find Lena sitting at her assistant's table waiting for you.

"Took you long enough," she teased beckoning you to come closer. When you're at arm's length, she tugged you so she can kiss your cheeks. She took the take-out from your hand and left it at Jess's table. Then shes dragging you back to the elevator to go down to her lab.

“When we get there, don’t touch anything,” she warned. You just smiled at her.

When you entered her lab, you weren't surprised to find it sleek and modern just like her office. She watches you as you take in every detail of the lab. You asked her excitedly about anything that piqued your interest, and she answered you eagerly. Sometimes you'd forget you're not supposed to touch anything, and she'll be instantly beside you swatting your hand gently.

“(Y/N),” she whined when you picked up a petri dish. You smiled apologetically.

When you come around the part of the lab that houses the Harun-El, you were fascinated you tried to reach for its glass case but Lena stopped you.

***

In an instant, she's tugging you away from the space rock and you found yourself pinned against the opposite wall. She held your hand over your head.

"For the last time, no touching," she said with a low growl.

"Lee," you whispered but before you could apologize, she's surging forward and kissing you.

You've had your fair share of kisses before but nothing as intense as this. You lose your breath every time Lena moves her lips against yours, at every nip and tug you feel yourself getting wet. It doesn't help your cause when she let go of your hand in favor of running hers through your neck, to your shoulders and down your chest. Your breath hitched when you felt nimble fingers undoing the buttons of your oxford shirt. She slightly pulled away to look at your disheveled look, blushing cheeks, and kiss-swollen lips.

"God, you're beautiful," she said before she's kissing you again, her arms wrapping around your waist.

She walked you towards the nearest table without breaking the kiss, you're impressed and hella turned on. You felt her hand squeeze your ass before you felt your back hitting the table. She helped you sit up the table and guided your hand towards the edge.

"Hold on, (Y/N)," she said while looking at your eyes.

"You let go, and touch me I will stop. Do you understand?" She husked.

#lena luthor #lena keiran luthor #imagine #supergirl imagine #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x you

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filmfanatic82 · 5 years

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Chapter 6

“I'm gonna paint you by numbers and color you in

If things go right we can frame it and put you on a wall

And it's so hard to say it but I've been here before

Now I'll surrender up my heart and swap it for yours”

-- Lego House, Ed Sheeran

__________

BEEP.

“Fuck,” Penelope grumbles, face down in a mound of pillows. “Turn off freakin’ your phone, Mikaelson!”

Penelope waits for a minute or two, but the alarm keeps on beeping.

“Ugh!” Penelope flings the comforter off of herself and is hit dead on with the sudden realization of where exactly she is. This isn’t Hope’s bedroom from their apartment, but it’s her dorm room instead. She must’ve fallen asleep last night and never left.

Penelope runs her hands through her tangled mess of hair and takes a moment to collect herself. She once again notices the incessant beeping and looks around the room for its source. There, beside the nightstand sits an alarm clock with a note addressed to her.

Penelope reaches over, hits the alarm off, and then snatches up the note.

Pen—

Went to go train at the docks. Set my alarm so you wouldn’t sleep the whole Saturday away. Come find me when you get up.

—Hope

P.S. You snore like a full-grown mountain troll.

A small smile crawls across Penelope’s lips. “And you snore like a werewolf with sleep apnea, Furball.”

Penelope pockets the note, then gathers up her belongings and slips out the door. She starts to move down the deserted hallway, beyond thankful that weekends at Salvatore means everyone is either sleeping in or are off-campus when suddenly--

“Pen?”

Penelope freezes at the sound of Josie’s voice. “Shit.”

“Did you just leave Hope’s room?” Josie asks. Penelope slowly turns and spots Josie standing in the middle of the hallway, hands-on-hips, with a look of utter confusion written all over her face.

“Sorta…”

“Sorta?” Josie responds with a quirk of her brow. She moves closer and as she does, Penelope gets a good look at the beaten-up sweatshirt that she’s wearing.

It’s a navy Salvatore school hooded sweatshirt.

It’s her sweatshirt.

That sweatshirt had been one of Penelope’s prized possessions back when she had attended the school the first time around. It had been one of those articles of clothing that had grown on her over time until it became her go-to comfort item whenever she was feeling under the weather or didn’t want to deal with the outside world. Her metaphorical coat of armor.

Penelope had been sure that she had lost it shortly after she had broken up with Josie. One minute it had been in the pile of clothes on the floor in the corner of her dorm room and the next it was nowhere to be found. She had spent months scouring every inch of the school for her sweatshirt. Even going as far as to question Lizzie as to its whereabouts. But it never turned up.

Not once.

Not until this very moment.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” Penelope questions and Josie’s face instantly ignites with a deep reddish hue.

“Sorta…”

“Sorta?” Penelope mimics back. She can’t help but feel the beginning of a smirk form as she watches Josie grow visibly flustered.

“Okay. It is. But that’s not the point.” Josie lets out a huff and folds her arms. “Why were you in Hope’s room?”

“I’ve been searching for that sweatshirt for yea-- months now. How’d you get it?”

Josie bites her lip. “I might’ve borrowed it.”

“From my dorm room floor?”

“Yes. Okay? I took it from your dorm room. Now, can you please stop changing the subject?”

“I wasn’t changing the subject, Jojo.” Penelope’s smirk widens. “Just asking you a question. That’s all.”

“Fine. I answered yours, so answer mine. Why were you in Hope’s room?”

“I…” Penelope hesitates as her mind scrambles for a believable enough excuse.

“You promised,” Josie says softly. Her words are simple but still manage to knock the air right out of Penelope’s lungs.

No more lies.

But how?

Penelope swallows down her growing nerves and then runs her hands through her hair, tucking a stray curl behind her ear as she does. “I was in Hope’s room because I accidentally passed out in her bed last night.”

“You slept with Hope?”

“Yes.” Penelope watches as Josie’s eyebrow shoot straight up into her hairline and instantly kicks herself in the ass. “Wait. No. Not in that way. Yes, we slept together in the same bed… but that’s all we did. Sleep. Nothing else. I swear.”

“Okay…”

“I stopped by last night cause Hope needed to talk and ended up falling asleep. I didn’t mean to stay all night but guess I was more exhausted than I thought. I literally just woke up.”

“I can see that,” Josie says. Her features soften once again as she reaches forward and gently tussles Penelope’s hair.

Penelope breathes an invisible sigh of relief.

Half-truths.

That’s the best she can offer at the moment. Nothing more than that. It isn’t ideal. Not by a long shot. But what other option is there?

“Is Hope okay?”

“Yeah,” Penelope replies, thankful for the slight shift in topics. “She’s fine. Just needed someone to talk through some stuff with.”

“And does that stuff happen to involve my sister?”

“I can’t say.”

“Pen…”

“No can do, Jojo. Besides I’ve said too much already. Hope swore me to secrecy.”

Josie laughs and shakes her head in amused disbelief. “Okay who are you and what have you done with Penelope?”

“New leaf. Remember?” Penelope matches Josie’s laugh, unable to contain her ever-growing smile. Her inner voice screams at the top of its lungs for her to seize the moment and make a move. Something bold and daring like her 16-year-old self wouldn’t hesitate to do.

But tapping into that long-dominant side of her isn’t quite as easy as she first thought it would be. Especially not in the presence of Josie Saltzman.

A slightly awkward silence encompasses them as Penelope watches Josie start to fidget with the frayed string to the hood of her sweatshirt. Another signature tell. One that Penelope as witnessed countless times before. Even after all of these years, she still knows every last one of them. The lip biting. The fidgeting with ends of clothing. The slight tilt of her head-- down and to the left-- whenever growing too embarrassed for words.

All are committed to Penelope’s memory, like a secret code that only she knows how to decipher.

“Well I oughta--”

“What are you doing tonight?” Penelope blurts out in a sudden burst of confidence.

“Nothing really. Probably going to stay in and get a head start on our 17th-century magical artifacts essay. Why?”

“Want to hang out?”

“Just the two of us?” Josie asks with a hopeful spark within her chocolate brown eyes.

“Just you and me.”

“Sure. I’d love to.”

“Good,” Penelope responds as she feels herself slipping back into her old cool, confident facade. “Cause I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh really?”

Penelope hums a vague response and then adds a smirk for added measure.

“What is it?” Josie asks, now fully intrigued.

“Nope. Not telling.”

“C’mon… Not even a hint?” Josie inches closer and instantly Penelope’s senses are overtaken by the distinct mixture of vanilla and orange blossoms. Josie’s signature scent.

The one that Penelope tried to recreate for at least two good years after departing from Salvatore to no avail.

It smells like home.

“Nope,” Penelope replies, pausing to inhale another breath of the intoxicating aroma. “You’ll just have to wait and see… Pick you up at 6?”

“It’s a date,” Josie says and then without warning, leans in and plants a tender kiss on Penelope’s cheek, instantly rendering the raven-haired girl utterly useless.

“A date.” Penelope manages to produce a small nod in confirmation and watches as Josie takes off down the hallway.

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“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…” Penelope paces the length of her dorm room a short while later. She runs her hands through her short curls, again and again, trying her best to keep her nerves in check.

Two hours.

Penelope has two hours left and… Nothing.

Not even an inkling of an idea.

“Fuck!” Penelope stops pacing and flops down onto her bed with a heavy sigh.

“Hey, Park… Are you in-- Whoa!” Hope says as she opens Penelope’s dorm room door and comes to a crashing halt at the scene before her. Penelope’s room has been transformed into a massive wreckage of belongings with clothes and books covering almost every inch of space. “What happened?”

Penelope sits up at the sound of Hope’s voice. “Josie Saltzman. That’s what happened.”

“Josie wrecked your room?”

“Not exactly…” Penelope falls back down once again against the bed and Hope moves to join her.

“Okay. I’m not following… What does this have to do with Josie?”

“Josie saw me coming out of your room this morning.”

“Oh…” Hope’s eyes widen with a sudden understanding. “She didn’t think that we…”

“She did at first for like a minute but I was able to convince her that it wasn’t what she thought it was.”

“Thank god.”

“You’re telling me,” Penelope replies. “Not exactly the rumor I need running rampant around here at the moment… Especially given my circumstances.”

“So then why the Park-nado in here?”

“I asked Josie out.” Penelope exhales and runs her hands again through her hair.

“And…?”

“And what?”

“And what else happened?” Hope responds still not fully following.

“That’s it,” Penelope says. She pulls herself off of the bed and returns to pacing the room. “I asked Josie to hang out with me tonight and made a big fucking deal about having some sort of grand plan up my sleeve and she said yes.”

“Okay… And her saying yes is a bad thing?”

“No… Yes… Maybe…” Penelope pauses in front of her semi-empty closet and flips through the few remaining items of clothing again and again in hopes that she might’ve missed a hidden top or skirt amongst the rest of her wardrobe. “I dunno.”

“Why are you so stressed out? It’s Josie. You could show up in sweats with Chinese takeout and she would still think it was amazing.”

“No she wouldn’t.”

Hope lets out a frustrated sigh and then pulls herself up off of the bed. She moves about the room, strategically gathering straying articles of clothing as she does. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” Penelope trails off as her fingers wander up towards her neck in search for her non-existing scar. “I thought I would have more time, you know?”

Hope walks over and shoves a pile of clothes into Penelope’s arms. “But you don’t. You’ve got what? Three days? So kick it into high gear, Park.”

“I’m trying to.”

“No. You’re hiding out and making excuses.”

“Am not,” Park fires back but is only met with a hard eye roll from Hope.

“Are too… And why are you even dragging your heels in the first place on this? The Penelope Park I know sure as hell doesn’t freak out about anything… including Josie Saltzman.”

Penelope doesn’t respond right away. Instead, she carefully looks over the clothes that Hope picked out for her, piece by piece as if she’s discovering them for the first time. Penelope stops on a pair of black leather pants and a small but noticeable smile unfolds upon her face.

“What?” Hope asks picking up on Penelope’s sudden fascination with the pair of pants.

“These are your favorites.”

“Mine?”

“Yeah. These leather pants and a motorcycle jacket you got off of a witch in Istanbul. You wear them all the time. So much so that Caroline went and got you like four back up pairs for Christmas last year.”

Hope can’t help but laugh as she lets this newfound piece of information settle in. “Really? Those pants?”

Penelope nods. “The exact same pair. You stole them from my laundry pile during the first month we were living together and never gave them back.”

“Interesting…”

“Here. Have them,” Penelope says and then tosses the pants at Hope.

“No, I couldn’t… They’re yours.”

“Take them. Besides they look way better on you than they ever did on me.”

“Thanks,” Hope replies quietly while studying the pants. She sits back down on the bed and Penelope joins her, still holding onto the rest of the clothes. She watches Hope traces over the smooth leather with her fingers for a moment or two, knowing that the Tribrid needs time to process.

She always does.

And Penelope gives it to her, without hesitation. That’s just how it works with the two of them. Regardless of whether it’s the future or the past… or some hybrid in between.

“Huh… Leather pants and a motorcycle jacket. Sounds pretty badass.”

“Oh you are,” Penelope answers with a smile. “Of course not as badass as me, but pretty damn close.”

“So what else should I know about my future self? I know you can’t tell me everything, but looks-wise… What else? Do I have any tattoos?”

“Tattoos yes. You’ve got like five… No, wait… You’ve got six. There’s the one on your left wrist that you keep hidden from view by your watch.”

“What’s it of?”

“It’s an E and an S,” Penelope says and then sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, bracing herself for the inevitable follow up question.

“Elizabeth Saltzman…”

Penelope nods. “Yeah.”

“Okay… What about piercings? Cause I’ve always wanted to get my septum--”

“No!” Penelope cuts Hope off. “No septum piercing.”

“Um… I’m taking it there’s a story?”

“Oh yeah. A big one that involves a Bulgarian vampire and stolen 15th-century daylight ring and me having to magically piece your nose back together.”

“You’re joking, right?” Hope replies in sheer disbelief.

“God do I wish I was… Just trust me on the septum piercing, okay? It’s so not worth it and you look way better without it.”

Hope shakes her head and smiles. “Alright. I believe you. No piercings.”

“Oh, I didn’t say that… The nipples were a great choice and also--”

“Okay, you can stop now. I’m good. Thanks,” Hope says unable to hide the sudden underlying sense of shock in her voice.

“Too much?”

“Just a little bit, yeah.” Hope leans across Penelope and fishes out an old concert t-shirt and a pair of perfectly ripped light gray jeans. “Here. Wear these.”

“These?” Penelope asks checking out the outfit. “You sure?”

“100%. Josie has mentioned that t-shirt at least ten times in the last three months. It’s a favorite for sure.” Hope rises to her feet and stretches, cracking her neck in the process. “Okay, I need to go get up close and personal with a hot bath before my muscles start to cramp up. But you’ve got this, Park. Just show up and be your annoying, smart-ass self and everything will go great. Trust me.”

“Thanks.” Penelope gives Hope an earnest smile and Hope returns it with a firm nod.

“Sure thing.”

Penelope waits until Hope disappears through the dorm room door, before getting up off of her bed and walking over to the full-length mirror. She holds the outfit up against her body and gives herself a long, hard look.

“I’ve got this,” Penelope says and then exhales, expelling the last of her fears and doubts in the process.

#posie #josie x penelope #hope mikaelson #josie saltzman #penelope park #legacies #ao3 #wlw #fanfic

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hereticpriest · 5 years

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Suit and Tie Part 4

Warnings: Jealousy, femdom, bondage, NSFW

@lvngdvns

It started with an argument. Natalia didn’t often find reason to argue with John as they both tended towards being calm and reasonable individuals, but when an old family friend visited and started showing rekindled interest in Nat, things fell apart. Jack Tomlinson had grown up two doors down from Natalia and Ethan, and he had been interested in Nat since they were children. Things had never really worked out as Jack wasn’t Nat’s type at all, but they had remained friendly at least.

Jack showed up for their barbecue dinner one evening, hugging Ethan around the neck and ruffling his hair. Her family greeted him happily, clapping his back and shaking his hand. Natalia smiled at him warmly, going to shake his hand and getting tugged into a hug that lifted her off her feet.

“Woah, Jack!” Natalia gasped, patting his shoulders stiffly, having released John’s hand when she was lifted up.

“Nattie, honey, it’s been ages!” Jack gave her another squeeze before putting her down. John looked endlessly unimpressed, but he forced a smile when Natalia introduced them.

“Jack, hi. This is John, my boyfriend. John, this is Jack. He lived pretty much next door when we were growing up.” Natalia smiled between them, lacing her fingers with John’s and giving him a brief squeeze.

“Oh, wow. Nice to meet you, John.” Jack shook his hand, eying him, and John arched a brow ever so slightly. Natalia offered Jack a smile, uncomfortable with his attention. As she led John towards where Dog was wiggling around in the grass with Hailey rubbing his belly, Jack turned to Ethan.

“Since when does your sister date dudes your dad’s age?” Jack asked, raising his brows once he thought they were far enough away. Ethan huffed, elbowing him.

“Dude, don’t be a dick.” He muttered, “He’s not Dad’s age. Besides, the guy is nice. Don’t say I said anything, but she’s happier than I’ve ever seen her.”

Natalia was seething. John’s shoulders had tensed when they heard what Jack said, and even Ethan’s sweet comment hadn’t soothed it. She began to turn around, but John gripped her wrist tightly, guiding her over to where Hailey and Dog were waiting. Hailey made a face when she saw Jack talking to Ethan behind them, ruffling the dog’s ears.

“Is he sniffing around again, Nattie?” she asked, and Natalia sighed heavily, thumping down on the grass beside her. John, meanwhile, sat at the picnic table behind them.

“Maybe. He’s such a dick sometimes.” Natalia glanced back at John, then leaned her head on Hailey’s shoulder to whisper to her, “He said John was as old as my parents. He didn’t even have the common sense to wait until we were out of earshot. Can you imagine being that dense?”

“Oh, what an asshole! And who is he to be commenting on your relationships anyways? Nat, I’ve never seen you this happy. Even if he was your dad’s age, which he isn’t, I’d still like you guys together just because he makes you so happy.” Hailey insisted, and from the relaxation of John’s shoulders and the small smile pulling at his lips, it was clear he had heard her despite her trying to be quiet.

“What is it with family gatherings?” Natalia mused, “Someone always gets hurt feelings because someone else has a big mouth and no tact.”

“He isn’t even family. Frankly, I don’t know why anyone invited him. It’s not like we see him outside of these sorts of events.” Hailey rolled her eyes, leaning in to kiss Dog’s nose, giggling when he licked her cheek happily.

“Can’t stay mad with him around, huh?” Natalia laughed, leaning over to smoosh kisses all over the dog’s face, then leaning up to his ear, “Get daddy.”

Dog began to wiggle immediately, bounding past her when she let him go and jumping up on John for some love. When Natalia looked over her shoulder, she was pleased to see John smiling faintly while rubbing Dog’s ears and jowls. Hailey smiled at the two, giving Nat a gentle push.

“See? You guys are so sweet, it’s giving me diabetes.” Hailey teased.

“Mm, I suppose we have our moments.” Natalia laughed softly, getting up and sitting sideways in John’s lap. She leaned her head on John’s shoulder, and Hailey smiled at the sight.

“There. That right there. I’ve got cavities.” She insisted, which drew a short huff of a laugh from John.

“Want me to fill ‘em?” Natalia asked teasingly, waggling her brows at Hailey, grinning when that drew out Hailey’s embarrassingly loud belly laugh. One of her favourite things about Hailey, honestly, was how much of a ray of sunshine she could be. Especially when you got her laughing.

“Mooooom, Nattie’s flirting with my fiancée!” Ethan whined as he approached them, which had Hailey wheezing, shoving at him as he tried to hug her.

“Ugh, you’re such a momma’s boy.” Natalia rolled her eyes, though she got a bit of a wicked grin a moment later and bit John’s earlobe softly. “I’ve always been more of a daddy’s girl myself.”

Hailey wiped at her face to brush away tears, gasping for air, “Stop Nat, you’re killing me!”

John sighed heavily, adjusting Nat in his lap so she wasn’t pressing into his groin. Ethan was groaning like he’d been shot, his head resting in Hailey’s lap. Luckily, Jack was still talking to their parents, so they didn’t have to deal with his reaction.

“Nat, jesus! That’s not something I want to hear.” Ethan complained, which just made Natalia grin even wider.

“Sorry.” Nat replied, not sounding the least bit contrite. John sighed, resting his chin on her shoulder. Jack walked over soon after, plopping down on the bench beside John and Natalia.

“What’s all the laughing about?” He asked, and a wicked smile spread across Hailey’s face. Nat’s eyes widened. Shit. But just as quickly as it came, Hailey softened and looked over at Jack.

“Inside joke.” She replied simply, primly, and Jack pouted in response.

“So, Nat, how did you two meet?” he asked, gesturing between her and John. She smiled fondly back at John, then shrugged the shoulder he wasn’t resting his chin on.

“Well, John moved to the same town and started coming to my bookstore.” Nat replied.

“Oh, you’re still doing that?” Jack asked, “I remember how proud you were when you got the place. Do you remember when I came and helped build your shelving?”

Natalia smiled small, “Of course I do. I know I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but I wasn’t that bad.”

“Nah, you were just frazzled. You had a lot going on.” Jack smiled, patting her knee. John bristled but didn’t say anything. The moment was broken when West called Natalia over to help her mother with the cooking. She kissed John’s cheek and got out of his lap, patting Jack’s shoulder as she passed him, while John worked on keeping himself in check. Luckily, Ethan got to talking with Jack, and John was able to listen to Hailey talk about the wedding. Something easy to tune out. Eventually, Ethan went to talk to his uncle, and Jack headed towards the house, which didn’t become a problem until he spotted Natalia and Jack talking at the barbecue. Jack was standing behind her while she flipped burgers, and she looked back and smiled at something he said.

It was stupid, but John began to notice things throughout the evening. First, Jack coaxed Natalia into climbing a massive tree with him, saying something about ‘for old time’s sake’. They both ended up on high branches, Jack holding onto Natalia’s shins while she leaned back and hung from the branch. She began to do sit ups just to show off, while Jack crowed and hollered about her being a beast. Even Ethan, West, and Hailey were joining in. Jack hung from that branch when she was done and did a couple of pull ups, then began the descent, helping Natalia where need be. Once on the ground, Nat returned to John and threw her arms around his neck, stealing a kiss.

“Your girlfriend has still got it!”

“What?” John stiffened, clearly taking that wrong, but Natalia simply laughed, too high on adrenaline to notice him being upset.

“I can still do sit ups while suspended!” Nat pressed kisses along his cheek, and then tension slowly receded.

Later, Uncle Thomas decided it would be a good idea to ask Natalia why she had never dated Jack, in front of everyone. Natalia had stuttered trying to answer without being an asshole, but it still made John a bit sick to his stomach.

The last straw was John fetching a glass of wine for Natalia and coming back to Jack asking her about what her uncle had brought up. He headed back to the summer house, walking because he needed the air, with Dog by his side. It took ages to walk back, but he made it even if he felt a bit like garbage by the time he got there. Well, more like garbage. The jealousy biting at him was making him feel ill, even more so because he knew it was stupid. He ended up in the shower, just to get some of the stress out and clean up.

Natalia noticed John was missing once she was able to extricate herself from the awkward conversation with Jack. She’d had to tell him, once again, that she was not, had never been, and would never be interested. And even if she was, she loved John and wanted a life with him, which she would never give up for Jack in a million years. It ended up being quite harsh, really, but he clearly needed it to be. Once that was over, she asked Hailey if she had seen John, who had last seen him in the living room. Ethan had last seen him at the barbecue. Her father had last seen him at the picnic table with Dog. Her mother had last seen him talking to her aunt.

Her aunt finally told her she’d seen him walking with Dog but didn’t know where he went. Thoroughly sick of the search, Natalia got on her bike and drove home, hoping he was there while also angry that he might be. Dog was sleeping on the couch when she arrived, and the shower was running, which eased the worry in her gut. That left the anger.

Frowning and frustrated, Natalia grabbed one of John’s belts and his discarded tie, leaving them beside the bed. She shed her clothing, swapping it out for a set of black lace lingerie she’d brought to surprise him with and the stiletto heels she was planning on wearing to the wedding reception. She headed over to her bag and pulled out the bottle of bourbon she’d brought to celebrate with, cracking it open and taking a swig from it, followed by another. The shower turned off and she crossed one leg over the other, leaning back against the bed and taking another swig.

John exited the bathroom in his boxers and t-shirt, stopping at the sight that awaited him. His breath hitched, and Natalia raised her brows at him, looking like he should know exactly why she was upset. She raised the bottle to her lips again, taking another swig while staring him down.

“Nat…”

“Not kitten? No, I suppose not, since you left me at that party by myself, without an explanation, to make an idiot of myself asking everyone where you went. Do you know how that felt, John?” Natalia asked, standing up and walking over to him like a predator stalking its prey.

“I’m sorry.” John starts, but Natalia raised her brows.

“Are you? Let me take a wild guess, okay? You’re jealous because Jack was being a hassle and a half trying to get into my underwear, right?” Natalia asked, pressing a hand to his stomach, leaning in close and taking his hand. She slid it down her body, from her neck, over her breasts, her stomach and into her underwear so he could feel her.

“Nat, it was stupid.” John tried again, and Natalia snorts.

“Clearly. Since he tried all evening, but you’re the one with your fingers pressed against my cunt, aren’t you? You’re the one I brag to my family about. You’re the one I can’t stop touching even when I want to punch you in the mouth. You’re the one who has my heart, my body, and my soul.” Natalia pulled his hand out of her underwear and gave him a shove towards the bed.

“I shouldn’t have left you. I just got… frustrated and overwhelmed. I felt old. I felt jealous, and old, and it was stupid.” John said, letting her push him around, sitting on the end of the bed when the back of his knees touched the mattress. Nat stepped forwards, capping the bourbon and putting it on the night table. She circled the bed, planting her hand on his chest and shoving him down. Pulling the front of her underwear down a bit, she pointed to the initials on her.

“John, who’s initials are these? Do you think I took this lightly?” She asked, nodding at the look on his face, “Exactly. Now, I’m going to forgive you because I love you, but I’m also going to make you earn it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” John replied, clearly unsure about this, primarily because Natalia had never taken dominance like this before.

“You will refer to me as ma’am. You will do as you are told. If you need to stop, you will say red. If you need a break, you will say yellow. If you want something, you will beg for it. Do you understand?” Natalia asked.

“Yes ma’am.” John swallowed, eying her like she was a danger to him. Natalia smiled, cupping his chin and running her thumb over his lips.

“Kneel.” Natalia demanded, “Can you handle having your arms tied above your head for an extended period of time?”

“Yes ma’am.” John replied, sliding off of the bed and kneeling obediently.

“Good boy.” Nat smiled, circling him, then heading over to her luggage, “You know, I planned on getting you to use this on me, but I think I’ll have fun with you instead.”

John watched as she bent to go through her luggage, pulling a length of red rope and a book out. She flipped through the book idly, casting her eyes over to him and examining him.

“Undress, then lay down on your back with your arms above your head, right hand on your left elbow, left hand on your right elbow. Left under, right over.” Natalia demanded, watching him comply while she flipped through the book. She found what she wanted and examined it for a moment, then laid the book on the dresser. John undressed in the background and laid down on his back, putting his arms over his head like she demanded.

“Does it feel good to be told what to do, pet?” Natalia asked, smiling when John nodded his agreement.

“Yes ma’am. I didn’t think it would, but it does.”

“You’re being such a good boy.” She praised, walking over with the rope and eying him carefully, “John, this is going to take some time. Getting you out of it will also take a bit of time. Are you comfortable with me tying you up like this? Do you think you’ll be ok with your arms like this for that long?”

John eyed her carefully, thinking it over for a long moment to show he was actually sure before he nodded, “Yes ma’am. I can handle it. I… I want to.”

Natalia smiled, running her hand down his chest and stomach as a reward for his honesty. She knelt next to him, slowly beginning to wrap and twist the rope in elaborate patterns, creating an intricate cage of rope holding his arms in place, with loops under his arms and even a collar around his neck that tightened if he struggled and loosened if he laid still. Every step of the way, Nat checked in to be sure that he was okay, that the rope wasn’t too tight or too loose, and that he wasn’t in any pain. Once she was finished, John groaned softly when she leaned down to kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip.

“You’re being so good. I’m so proud of you, John.” She praised, then stood up and snapped a photo of him on her phone. He bit back a growl at that, and she smiled wider, stepping on his chest with her heel. She didn’t put her weight into it much, just enough to leave a light imprint, but she watched his cock bob in response. She licked her lips, tapping the side of her heel against his chin to make him tilt his head back, then pressing down on his throat.

“How are you doing, pet?”

“Green, ma’am.” John replied, voice a little strained from her pressing on his throat. She smiled, skimming her foot down his chest and stomach, brushing over his cock but only briefly before she planted her foot on the ground again. Natalia bent and helped him sit up since he didn’t have use of his arms.

“Get up, pet. I want you to lay on the bed, okay? On your back. I’m going to retie you, and if you’re good and you beg pretty enough, I might reward you.” Natalia purred, running her fingers through his hair and giving it a sharp tug. John gasped, tensing, but stood obediently and walked over to the bed, laying down on his back. Natalia crawled onto the bed and straddled his belly, carefully untying his arms and admiring the imprints. She ran her hands over his arms, careful and sweet, massaging them for a moment before she used his tie to wrap his wrists, and his belt to secure him to the bed.

“There we go. You’re doing so well, John.” Natalia kissed the corner of his mouth gently, watching his chest heave, “What do you want me to do, pet?”

“I… I want you to ride me, ma’am.” John replied after a pause to consider. Natalia grinned, stealing a proper kiss and sighing happily as he kissed her back desperately. She pulled away once she felt he’d had enough.

“Beg for it, John.” Natalia purred, adjusting so she was rubbing her clothed pussy against his cock.

“Please, ma’am. Please, I need you to ride me.” John begged as earnestly as he could. Natalia beamed, taking off her bra and tossing it off the bed.

“How bad do you need it?”

“It hurts. Please, not being inside of you hurts.” John tried, and Natalia carefully shimmied out of her underwear, dropping it off the edge of the bed. She straddled him carefully, rubbing her cunt over his cock, coating him in her wetness. She ran her hands down over his strained arms, feeling the muscle out shamelessly. Her hands squeezed his chest, fingers pulling delicately at his nipples, giggling when he throbbed between her legs.

“Now, John, the most important questions. Who do I belong to?” Natalia asked.

“Me, ma’am.” Comes his soft, warm reply.

“And who do you belong to?” She asked, running her hands down over his stomach, pulling at the hair trailing down from his belly button. He moaned softly in response, taking a few breaths to steady himself.

“You, ma’am.” John replied, hissing as she lifted her hips, lined him up with her and slid down onto him. He groaned loudly, pressing his head back into the pillows and grinding up into her desperately. Natalia laid her hands on his chest, slowly beginning to rock up and down on him, hissing as he pushed up against her. John stared up at her, breathing hard as he planted his feet on the bed and began to buck up into her.

“Ma’am, please untie me. I want to touch you. I need to touch you.” John begged, nearly moaning in relief when Natalia obeyed his request and unhooked his belt, then untied his wrists. He tried to grab her, but she held fast, pressing soft kisses over the red skin around his wrists. Making sure she hadn’t injured him even if she knew he was tough enough to handle it. John flipped them over once she let him go, grasping the sheets and bucking into her hard. He set a brutal pace, stealing biting kisses every few thrusts like he needed them to live. Natalia dug her nails into his shoulders, her legs around his hips, her feet on his thighs to push him into her.

“John. John, I need you. Please, don’t stop! John!” Natalia shouted, pulling him closer, hissing when one hand dropped to spur her along. Soft grunts mixed with bitten back moans, and it wasn’t long before both of them were shattering, heat pooling in their veins, liquid hot metal running down their spines and making them both shout into the humid air.

In the aftermath, John panted into Natalia’s neck, tracing his fingers down her side lovingly, like she was a work of art. Natalia nuzzled her face into his sweaty hair, soothing the deep scratches in his back with her hands as best as she could. John leaned in to kiss her once he had his breath back, fingers tracing the edge of her face.

“I love you, Natalia.” He murmured into the kiss, smiling as she returned it eagerly, pressing up into him.

“I love you too John. You’re more than I ever thought I would deserve.”

#john wick #john wick/oc #John Wick/Original character

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thewnchstrs · 5 years

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Wish You Were Here: Chapter Two

Pairing: JensenXOC(Knightley)

Disclaimers: none

Word Count: 2.6K

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

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Elliott was awoken by the sound of hurried feet against the wooden floors. He peeked his head from under his arm, his eyes scanning the small room he shared with his four younger siblings. They’d all seemed to still be in bed.

Elliott sat up, counting each of their half-hidden figures. Levi was sprawled out on his cot on the floor, his legs draped over the sides, his blankets balled up around his waist. Jonas faced away from Elliott, towards the wall, he was probably the most peaceful sleeper in the whole house. He looked to his left where Annie laid, facing him, her thumb in between her lips and an arm wrapped around her doll. Elliott had to stand to see William asleep in his bassinet, his arms high above his head and his mouth moving ever so slightly as if he were eating.

When he was sure his siblings were still asleep, he quietly walked to the door, careful not to stir them. He pushed the door open with the flat of his hand, cringing when the door creaked with anguish, but his brothers and sister slept on, nonetheless.

The hallway light wasn’t on like it usually was this early in the morning. He went to flip it on, but the light fixture above him didn’t give off anything except for what seemed like a cough, dusting falling from it. Elliott sighed- he’d known the electricity hadn’t been paid again.

Hobbling downstairs, trying not to trip over his own feet in the dark, he followed the sound of his mother’s frantic footsteps, finally finding her in the kitchen half hazardously throwing a sandwich into a lunch box.

Elliott leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed against his chest, watching his mother before speaking. “Power’s out again.”

Juliet whipped her head to the sound of her son’s voice and Elliott was sure he’d never loved his mother so much. The way she scrambled around the dank kitchen, swapping out the buckets that collected the rainwater falling from a crack in the ceiling while sliding papers into a Manila envelope, red marks and lettered grades being thrown into her bag. She was the definition of a hardworking woman who didn’t get half the credit she deserved.

“I know, Elliott it’s just that…” Juliet sighed, raking a hand through her disheveled hair. “I’ve never been so overwhelmed. These kids I have this year are draining the life out of me, the school board changed the curriculum on us last minute so now all of the high school English teachers have to change all of their lesson plans that we’ve had planned up all the way through February...things couldn’t get any more stressful-”

Before his mom could say anything else, Elliott pulled her into a hug, running a soothing hand down the back of her head. Even though he was only twelve, he was nearly as tall as she was. “It’s okay, mom. It’s all going to be okay.”

Juliet pulled away after a few seconds, admiring her son who she knew, if there was one aspect in this life that she’d gotten right, it was raising her children. “How did your dad and I get so lucky?”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Henry smiled to himself from where Elliott had been standing, watching his son and his wife. He was already dressed for work, struggling with his clerical collar before finally his wife had to step in and help him. Once she’d gotten it into place, she smoothed down his black shirt before pecking him on the lips, smiling against them.

Elliott faked-gagged, his finger in his mouth. Juliet and Henry only laughed, not taking their eyes off of each other.

“Get a room, you two.”

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I rolled over in bed, my hand expecting to meet Jensen’s solid chest next to me but was met only with the mattress. I slowly sat up, sunlight pouring through the tall windows. I rubbed my eyes with balled up fists, squinting as I tried adjust to the sudden brightness.

The carpet floor was warm beneath my feet as I dragged myself out of bed, not wanting to leave the confines of the blankets. Finally being back home after being away for so long was the best feeling in the world, and sleeping in our own bed was even better.

The smell of sizzling bacon met me halfway down the stairs along with the quiet hum of the record player that had been moved from the living room and into the kitchen. I slowly tiptoed down the stairs, following the music where Jensen was standing with his back to me, flipping the bacon in a pan. A towel slung over his shoulder.

“I met you in the dark, you lit me up, you made me feel as though I was enough,” Jensen sang along, using the spatula as a microphone. He slid across the kitchen from the sink, to the stove, and to the fridge, all as if he were performing on stage. “We danced the night away, we drank too much.”

I held back laughter as his singing became louder to match the volume of the James Arthur vinyl he claimed he’d bought for me, but, in reality, I knew he loved it.

Just as he was beginning to finish out the first verse, he whipped around while still singing into the cooking utensil and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me standing a few feet from the island counter top, a hand over my grinning mouth.

I laughed, clapping my hands. “Don’t stop now, the show was just getting started.”

In that moment, I expected Jensen to dash past me and pick the needle off of the spinning record, claiming someone must have snuck the vinyl there without him knowing. Or, I thought he’d say, “Can’t a guy have his guilty pleasures?C’mon!” But, instead, Jensen’s face softened.

Then you smiled over your shoulder,

For a minute I was stone cold sober, I pulled you closer to my chest.

Without hesitation, Jensen put down the spatula and walked around the counter to me. I was beyond confused as to why he hadn’t defended his reasoning as to why he was listening to an overplayed love song. Instead, he wrapped an arm around my waist, and the other hand entwined with mine.

“Jensen, what are you-” I began to ask but he shushed me by kissing me, long and deep and so full of love I was sure I could drown in it. When we pulled away, he only smiled down at me as we slowly began dancing to the music.

I rested my head against Jensen’s chest and Jensen laid his head on top of mine as we swayed. The music moving us along. We didn’t have to say anything, didn’t even have to look at each other. This was enough.

When you looked over your shoulder

For a minute, I forget that I'm older

I wanna dance with you right now

Jensen and I blinked back tears as we danced, thinking of how the last time we did this, it was on our wedding day.

We've come so far my dear

Look how we've grown

And I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old

As the last verse echoed through the living room, I looked up at Jensen, wondering what I ever did to deserve him. I couldn’t find the words- couldn’t express the love I had. “I love you, I love you so much.”

Jensen smiled as he rested his forehead against mine, his hands caressing my cheeks, “I love you, too.”

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“Rachel Ray can kiss my ass!” Gen smirked as she brought the meat cleaver down onto the steak that was on the cutting board in rhythmic hits.

I robotically tossed salad into the salad bowl, subconsciously throwing in kale and bright red tomatoes without much thought. Usually I would be enjoying this, I’ve always loved cooking, especially with Gen. But this time, I couldn’t stop thinking about the baby situation.

“Hello...earth to Knightley.” Gen said, waving a meat cleaver in my face to get my attention. I blinked twice, turning to her.

“Sorry, I guess I’m just in my own little world.” I shook my head, brushing it off as I tossed the salad, but I could still feel Gen’s eyes watching my every move.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

No, I’m not okay. Jensen told me he wanted to start a family and I promised him we would, but it was an empty promise because I can’t even keep it. And, now, I’m mad at myself for letting somebody else down again, and I’m mad at the world for letting what happened, happen. And now I have to tell Jensen I can’t do the one thing women were made to do.

I glanced through the windows above the sink where Jared and Jensen were sitting by the pool watching Tom and Shep swim. Gen followed my gaze and widened her eyes, “It’s not about Jensen is it? Did he do something?”

My head shot up. I didn’t want to tell her, but I also didn’t want to give her the idea that Jensen had done something wrong. “No! No, it’s nothing. I’m fine, really.

“You just seem a little off,” she said, shrugging but visibly relaxed knowing Jensen and I were okay. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Nice, the guilt card. I’ve known Gen long enough that this is the best way she’s able to get information out of me. However, I couldn’t break. I couldn’t tell Gen what was happening, I couldn’t risk telling her and then Jensen accidentally finding out from Jared.

“Yeah, I know.” I nodded, throwing onions into the bowl, not looking at Gen because I knew if I did, she’d talk me into telling her what was wrong.

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“And Jensen totally bit it- fell on his face and everything.” Jared laughed, tears running down his face as he remembered when we were on set only a month ago when Jensen insisted on doing his own stunt, which didn’t end well.

“That was not funny-” Jensen said, pointing his fork at him, despite his laughter as he poked another piece of steak from his plate.

“Daddy and Auntie K are right, it’s funny, Uncle Jensen,” Tom said from Jensen’s left side, nodding as he spooned the noodles from his bowl. Shep nodded along with his older brother, agreeing.

I nodded my head, laughing “Tom and Shep are right. It was hilarious,” Jared and I high fived and then fist-bumped Tom and Shep from across the table. Jensen only rolled his eyes, no doubt feigning off embarrassment.

Odette, who sat at in her highchair next to Gen squealed in laughter, making Jensen shake his head, “Not you, too, kid!”

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Gen and I gathered the plates from the table as Jared and Jensen went to put down Tom and Shep to bed, each of them throwing a kid over their shoulders as they raced up the stairs and into their rooms.

“You don’t have to clean up, you know. You are our guest,” Gen said as we scraped the remaining food into the trash.

“Gen, my husband is putting your kid to sleep. I don’t think we’re guests anymore than we are family.” I said, scrubbing the plates in the sink and Gen laughed, nodding.

“Tom and Shep love you guys, Odette, too. You’re both so good with them.” she smiled, “You two would make great parents.” I froze momentarily as she said it, just long enough that she noticed. “That’s it, Knight.” Gen turned the faucet off, halting my dish cleaning and faced me, her arms folded across her chest. “What’s going on?”

I laid my options mentally out in front of me. I could either: not tell Gen, which could lead to mistrust later in our friendship once she finds out the truth. Tell Gen, and risk Jensen hearing the news from someone other than me. Or lie.

I knew I couldn’t brush it off like last time, I was too out of my element already. I knew she wouldn’t buy it. That left me with the truth, or a flat out lie.

I began thinking something up, an elaborate fabrication that would definitely put off the real talk until another day, but as I thought about it, my heart sank. I couldn’t lie to Gen. She was my best friend, the closest thing I had to a sister. How could I lie to her?

I closed my eyes momentarily, setting the plate into the sink before grabbing the towel and drying my hands. I looked to Gen who was watching me nervously.

Letting out a deep breath, I knew what I had to do. “Jensen wants to have a baby.”

I watched as Gen’s face went from nervousness to one of confusion and then excitement. “A baby!?” she squealed, but I quickly shushed her, looking toward the stairs to make sure Jensen wasn’t eavesdropping. “But...but that’s a good thing, right? I mean- a baby. I never actually thought I’d see the day.”

“Yeah, well that makes two of us.” I mumbled, throwing the towel onto the counter behind me. Gen immediately noticed my demeanor.

“What’s wrong? Do you not want one?”

“I do,” I said quickly, “it’s just that- I can’t, exactly have one.”

Gen shook her head, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I physically can’t have a child, Gen.” I bit my lip, hearing myself say it was new. I never wanted to think about the truth of it all.

Her shoulders slumped forward as she pulled me in for a hug, holding the back of my head. “I’m sorry, Knightley.”

I rested my head on her shoulder, wishing these weren’t the circumstances, and that maybe we could be having something exciting to celebrate.

She pulled away, her eyes sad. “I don’t understand, you’re so young...do you know what’s wrong?”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. I wanted to tell her the truth, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to tell her the whole truth. So I just shook my head and fiddled with my wedding ring.

“Did you tell Jensen?” she asked. When I didn’t answer her she sighed. “Knightley…”

“Gen, I can’t tell him. It will kill him. He- he’s been talking about this for the last two weeks. What am I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know, I wish I had all the answers, but you need to tell him. He’ll understand. He won’t want you to go through this alone.”

“What if he leaves me?” I said so suddenly I hadn’t even thought about it, my mouth running faster than my brain.

She shook her head roughly. “No. No, Jensen would not do that to you. Not ever, do you understand?”

I nodded, knowing what I said was stupid. Of course I knew Jensen wouldn’t, but I couldn’t bear the thought of it becoming a reality. So, I had to trust Gen, had to trust that telling Jensen the truth would make this all better.

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Disinterred CH.10

Chapter 10: Now It’s Over For Me

“Either way, you must’ve been hoping that they would deter me from bullying you, yeah?” Dash growled, grabbing the sleeves of Danny’s shirt to slam him against the lockers again. “After all, who would bully a ghost?” He slammed Danny against the lockers a third time, then released him.

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Of course life could never go easy on me, Danny thought to himself. Heaven forbid something go right for once!

Because, just what he needed after the stress of his sort-of reveal with Valerie, was more problems!

He had felt tired, yesterday. Not very surprising, considering all the nerves and stress and such, but it was… weird. A strange exhaustion, one he recognized but didn’t feel often enough to place. A bone-deep experience… Except he didn’t feel it in his bones. But where else?

It wasn’t until he woke up the next day that he recognized it.

His alarm clock went off, and groaning, Danny quietened it again. He still felt tired, a deep ache in his core…

Wait, back up.

His core felt tired. His exhaustion the day before hadn’t been of the human kind, caused by stress. It had been ghostly. That’s why he recognized it! He felt it a lot when he first started out, or when he gained new powers. It was caused by the strain of his core being overworked, either by himself, or by developing a new ability.

But… He hadn’t gotten any new powers, had he?

He shivered, tensing up in preparation for his ghost sense to come. It didn’t, however. He just felt cold.

But he hadn’t, not since the accident. He had always assumed that it was normal for a half-ghost. So then why was he feeling cold now?

Another shiver ran through him, and he grimaced. Maybe he was getting sick? Although, he hadn’t been susceptible to most common sicknesses either, the past few years. A ghostly sickness, then? That would explain why his core was aching.

Either way, he should talk with his parents about this. He didn’t feel sick, only cold, but that might change. And if it posed a possible danger, they might be able to help. It was still a little weird to go to them, especially about something like this… But it was nice.

He wrapped his blanket around himself, although it did little to stop the cold. Then he hobbled out of his room, slowly making his way downstairs to the kitchen.

“Danny,” his mother greeted him, a faint scolding tone in her voice when she spotted him in his sleepwear and wrapped in a blanket. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

“I, uh. I’m either sick or developing a new ghost power.” He shrugged, not that it was very noticeable with the blanket, and offered a sheepish grin. “Not sure which of the two.”

“Really?” Jack cut in, voice as loud and enthusiastic as always. His eyes sparkled with curiosity. “How can you tell? That you’re getting a new power, I mean.”

Maddie pulled out a chair, and Danny gratefully dropped into it. “Well, it’s either that, or I overused my powers. And I know it isn’t that. I… don’t really know how to explain the feeling.” He picked at the edge of the blanket, uncertain. “It’s kind of like… a strained muscle, or a deep exhaustion? But in my ghost core, I guess.”

“But you think it might be a sickness instead?” his mom questioned, stopping Jack from derailing the conversation with his questions.

“Yeah.” Danny nodded, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself as another shiver wracked his frame. “Usually I actually, you know, use a power before it gets me so tired. But I haven’t used any new powers recently, I don’t think. And I’m really cold, I keep shivering.”

Maddie frowned, then pulled off one of her gloves to lay her hand on Danny’s forehead. The moment she touched him, however, she pulled her hand away with a hiss.

Startled, Danny also backed away, almost falling out of his chair as he did so.

“Sorry, sorry. But I can confirm it’s not a fever, or at least, not the human kind.” She smiled, a little shaky and uncertain but calming nonetheless. “You’re freezing, sweetie. No wonder you’re feeling cold.”

“Oh,” he said, settling down again. “But I don’t normally feel cold. I only ever feel it when my ghost sense activates, and even then it’s just for a short moment.”

“Maybe it’s linked?” Jack offered. “Like how your ecto-shields are a more advanced version of your ecto-blasts?”

“Maybe,” Danny allowed. Then he scoffed. “But what would that be, anyway? My ghost sense is just a breath of cold air.”

“Well, either way, we should go to the lab to make sure you’re okay. We’ll call you in sick today.” She put her glove back on, already moving to grab the phone to do so.

At the same moment, Jazz came in. Seeing Danny wearing a blanket, she raised an eyebrow, posing a silent question.

Danny grinned, seeing a prime opportunity for a pun. He shivered, again, pulling the blanket even tighter. Then he answered Jazz’s unasked question. “I’ve got a cold.” He made sure to put extra emphasis on the final word.

Jack barked out a loud laugh. Jazz just frowned, understanding the pun but not the context. She shook her head, focusing on her breakfast. “So you’re not going to school, then?”

“Nah,” he confirmed. “Mom’s calling me in sick. Gotta make sure I’m not, y’know, dying.”

“But you think it’s a new power, right, Danny-boy?” Jack grinned at him, leaning forward.

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “But I don’t know what it would be. Normally if I get them, they’re while I’m actively using my powers. Kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

“So you have no idea what it might be, either?” Jazz asked as she sat down with her breakfast.

“No,” Danny answered, at the same as his dad declared, “I think it might be linked to his ghost sense!”

Jazz looked between the two of them for a moment, expression uncertain. Then she turned to their dad. “How so?”

Danny sighed. “It’s because I’m feeling cold, just like when my ghost sense triggered. But my ghost sense just makes me feel cold. According to mom, I feel like I’m freezing! That’s not something it does.”

“But like I said, it might be a more advanced version!” Jack clapped his hands together, enthusiastic. “Something even colder… Like icy breath! That’s something that that pajamas ghost does, right?”

Danny groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “I guess so. But I don’t know how I feel about developing the same power as Klemper.” He said the name with distaste, screwing up his face.

Jazz opened her mouth to say… something, Danny was sure, but she was interrupted by Maddie returning. “Well, Danny, they’re not happy, but I managed to convince them to let you stay home. Although we will probably have to explain how you got sick despite being a ghost.”

“We can always tell them it was a ghostly sickness?” Danny tried, before he shrugged. “You two have the authority to declare it possible, even if it isn’t.”

“I suppose we might have to, as much as I dislike lying about such a thing.” She sighed, shoulders sagging a little. “Have you three made any progress on figuring out what is wrong?”

“Well, if it is a new power,” Jack boomed, a face-splitting grin on his face. “It’s probably something like the icy breath that that pajama ghost uses. What did you call him again, Danny?”

“The Friendly Fiend,” Jazz declared, a confident look on her face.

“Klemper,” Danny groaned, considering slamming his face into the table. He ended up deciding against it, but just barely. “His name is Klemper, Jazz.”

He rolled his eyes, focusing back on the actual conversation. “And I’m still not sure if it is a new power. Yes, they make me feel tired, but they don’t come with side effects. Well, none besides the lack of control.”

“Well, let’s take this to the lab, then. Even if it is just a new power, we’ll have to make sure that your low body temperature isn’t hurting you.” Maddie turned to Jazz, who was getting up as well. “And Jazz, sweetie, you should probably head out soon. It’s still a long drive back to college.”

Jazz nodded, cleaning up her breakfast dishes. “Yeah. Call me when you guys know more?”

“We will,” Danny assured, as he got up too. “Don’t worry so much.”

She snorted, ruffling his hair as she walked past him. “Always will, little brother.”

He stuck out his tongue, even if she couldn’t see him. Fondness bubbled inside him, like always when she played the overbearing protective sister, even if he never let her know. He didn’t know what he would have done without her.

Despite several attempts at using his supposed new power, nothing had changed. No sudden icy breath, and his ghost sense seemed to be acting as usual too.

Swaddling him in warm clothing and heating blankets made him feel warm, but his body temperature didn’t rise. This, in turn, led to the conclusion that he must be generating the cold in his own body.

This didn’t help any, however, since they couldn’t determine how or why.

They could, however, determine that it wasn’t hurting him. And it wasn’t doing anything, either, besides making him feel really cold.

And so they decided that, as long as he swaddled himself up properly, he was fit to return to school the next day. He just had to try to avoid touching anyone.

Which, of course, turned out to be easier said than done.

Danny was next to his locker, quickly swapping his books for the ones he needed next lesson. It was a class he sadly didn’t share with Sam and Tucker, so the two of them had left for theirs already.

The hallways were starting to empty out, as the time between classes ran low. Danny finally slammed his locker closed, ready to rush to his next class-

and then promptly ran into a solid wall made out of flesh.

“Dash,” he groaned, not even bothering to look up. “Do we really have to do this right now?”

The quarterback in question scoffed. “What, you thought that those stupid rumors would get you out of a beating? Get real, Fentonio.”

“It’s not like I came up with them!” Danny tried to protest, but Dash pushed him back against the lockers.

Danny just slumped against the lockers, glaring at the other boy. He considered talking back, but honestly, he was too tired to deal with this shit.

Apparently that wasn’t okay with Dash, however. The boy growled again, baring his teeth in a snarl. “What, nothing to say?”

Danny remained silent. He knew that it didn’t make a difference whether he responded or not. Either way, Dash would probably try to punch him a few times before giving up. Maybe try to stuff him in a locker, but Dash usually didn’t do that anymore these days. Not to Danny, at least.

“Guess I’ll just have to make you talk, Fentina!”

Dash swiped at Danny, reaching for his shirt again. Only, this time, Danny automatically flinched away, raising his bare arm to block Dash.

Hissing, Dash pulled his hand away from Danny again. “What the hell, Fenton?”

“I, uh,” was Danny’s intelligent answer as he pressed flat against the lockers. He was freaking out, scouring his brain for a way to talk himself out of this.

Dash stepped closer again, hesitantly raising his hand towards Danny. Then, surprisingly gently, he grabbed Danny’s arm again. This time, however, he held on instead of letting go instantly.

“You’re freezing, dude. What the hell?” Dash’s tone was perplexed, utterly and absolutely confused. The frown on his face told the same story. “I thought only ghosts… Oh.”

Finally Dash released Danny’s arm. Danny cradled his arm against his chest, grimacing. He really couldn’t think of a way to explain this. Crap, of course this had to happen when there was no one to help him out.

“Dash, it’s not what you think.” He tried to sound confident, reassuring. He didn’t think he succeeded, based on Dash’s doubtful expression.

“Yeah? You got some way to explain how you’re as cold as a corpse that doesn’t involve you being a ghost?”

“Uhm, well...” Danny trailed off, before falling silent.

“So the rumors were true? Holy shit,” muttered Dash. “Holy shit. Oh, fuck. You’re fucking dead, dude.”

“Thanks for the clarification, Dash. Hadn’t noticed,” Danny snarked, unable to resist the temptation. He really shouldn’t, should be talking his way out of this instead. But even on his best days he wasn’t a very good liar. And, well, with the ghostly cold thing… He didn’t think he could talk his way out of this. Better to get it over with, and to try to do some damage control later.

Dash had started to back away, eyes blown wide. He took his eyes off of Danny, however, in favor of looking at his own hands. “Did I… Was I…” His voice was quiet, a whisper that Danny struggled to understand.

“’Did you’ what, Dash?” he bit.

“D-Did I do i-it?” the boy finally stammered out, looking back at Danny.

“What?” Danny quirked an eyebrow, confused at the turn this conversation had taken. Why would Dash think…

Oh, the bullying. Did Dash think that Danny killed himself because he was bullied? No way.

Although… He did know a ghost who had died because of exactly that. Maybe it wasn’t that weird of a concept.

“Dash, no,” he finally replied, snapping out of his thoughts. “I didn’t kill myself or something like that.”

“So… It’s got nothing to do with… with my bullying?” The boy had lost all of his usual confidence and bluster. Danny always imagined knocking Dash down a peg, but it wasn’t nearly as fun as he had thought. Kinda sad, really.

“No, Dash,” he repeated, moving to lay a hand on Dash’s shoulder before remembering his low body temperature. “It was just an accident. Nobody is to blame, and definitely not you.”

“Huh. So then… Bullying hasn’t hurt anyone after all!” Dash grinned, punching his fist into his open palm.

Blanching, Danny raised his hands in front of him. “I wouldn’t say that! Aside from the fact that the punching very much hurts people, I know at least one ghost who killed himself because he was being bullied.”

“Oh.” Dash lowered his hands again, frowning.

Suddenly he swung his fist out towards Danny. Reacting on pure instincts, he turned himself intangible.

Dash’s fist flew through the ghost boy, hitting the lockers behind him at full force.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, clenching his fist and glaring at Danny. “Fucking freak! You’re gonna pay, Fen-Turd.”

Then the boy whirled around, storming off. Baffled, Danny watched him go, now alone in the empty hallway.

“I’m fucked. I’m absolutely completely fucked,” Danny groaned into the table his head was lying on.

Sitting opposite of him at the Nasty Burger, Sam and Tucker shared a glance. Danny had told them what had happened, of course. And they had been telling him all day that it would be fine, that they would figure it out. It hadn’t helped against Danny’s mild panicking. Not enough, at least.

“Danny, it’s okay. You’ll be fine,” Sam attempted to soothe. Again.

“Nope,” Danny answered, with his face still flat on the table. “Because those rumors were already nuts. And now Dash knows, and he’s gonna reaffirm them. And then the guns come out.”

“Danny,” Sam said, her tone scolding. “No one is going to shoot you. Even if they do all believe you’re a ghost, the police is on your side, remember? You have permission to be here.”

He groaned, but didn’t immediately answer. She was right about that, of course. But it wasn’t really the shooting it was worried about.

Because yes, the police were on the side of Danny Fenton, the dead kid who just wanted to live his life. Danny Fenton, who didn’t behave like a ghost, who never used his powers.

But if everyone knew he was a ghost… Well, it was just the first step to figuring out he was Phantom, ghostly protector of Amity Park.

He wasn’t an idiot, despite what people thought. He knew people noticed the similarities between Fenton and Phantom. But they always ignored it, ignored the obvious evidence. Because of two things, and only two things.

First of all, despite the clear visual similarities, Fenton and Phantom were nothing alike. Fenton was cowardly and shy. He never achieved anything, had no sense of responsibility. And Phantom was the complete opposite. A brave hero who went out of his way to protect a town that didn’t appreciate him.

And second, of course, was his best protection.

Because no one was looking for a ghost among humans. A ghost couldn’t be alive, so it made no sense for a ghostly superhero to have a human alter ego.

Except, whoopsie. He wasn’t so human, was he? And if everyone thought he was a ghost… Well, bye-bye secret identity!

A hand landing on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts, and he glanced up at Sam’s worried face.

Grimacing, he pushed himself back into a proper sitting position. “Sorry, it’s not that. It’s just… Being a human, being alive… that was always my best protection against being accused of being Phantom.” He shrugged, uncertain. “And now… now that won’t work anymore.”

“Actually,” Tucker said, leaning forward with a conspiring look on his face. “I think that everyone thinking that you’re a ghost will help.”

“No way.” Danny shook his head, frowning. He couldn’t imagine so. Even if Tucker probably had a reason to believe otherwise, he highly doubted it.

Sam apparently thought otherwise, however. “Explain it to him,” she coaxed. Oh, she must’ve already known about Tucker’s theory, then. Maybe they had even come up with it together.

“Right, so. If they think that black-haired and blue-eyed Danny Fenton is a ghost, they’re not gonna assume that he has a second, slightly more ghostly appearance as well.” Tucker gestured wildly with his hands as he was explaining.

“I mean, look at all the ghosts we know with ‘human’ appearances.” He made sure to make air quotes when he said ‘human’. “If they think Danny Fenton has a second form, they’re gonna expect something way different, more like Spectra or Bertrand or something.”

“Huh… I guess you have a point,” Danny admitted, crossing his arms in front of him. “Even Plasmius looks more ghostly than Phantom.”

“See, Danny? Nothing to be worried about.” Sam smiled at him.

Danny sighed, but allowed himself to relax. They were right, both of them. He would be fine.

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Different Seasons: Two Years in Quebec

Well, once again it’s been a while (I won’t even pretend at the end of this entry that the next one will be soon, it’ll be some time in 2021 if I follow the average posting frequency). What’s up folks? What could I possibly be here to talk about today? Probably the one thing that distuingishes and defines my life, the fact I moved thousands of miles from home to a place that seems to be frozen half the year, and doesn’t have English as a first language…and then decided not to move on again, stubbornly at times.

Before starting this, I just read back through my previous post from October 2017. “A hundred thousand changes, everything’s the same” sums it up nicely. It was clearly written by a younger, more enthusiastic version of myself who was still on a high from just arriving, and hadn’t yet experienced 2 brutal winters. I’d say I’ve probably matured and grown more in 2 years here than in the previous 5, however difficult Paris was. The foundations were laid by the Parisian struggle, but it’s definitely Quebec that’s put a few hairs on my chest.

This is a very seasonal existence, and there’s no way around it. The euphoric highs of summer and the beauty of autumn juxtaposed with the looooong slog that is winter. The euphoria of being out on the road all the time seeing beautiful place after beautiful place vs being stuck at home because of the gloomy and sometimes dangerous conditions (I will NEVER forget for as long as I live, how close I came to death in a sudden snowstorm in Maine last October, when visibility suddenly dropped to about 20cm in front of the car on a winding mountain road with moose out and about at night). I’d go so far as to actually call it a bi-polar existence over the course of a year, a life of extremes for sure. Am I capable of growing old in conditions like these? Probably not, but I’m not ready to give it up yet, and if I ever do I’m not sure it would be to go back to England anyway. Who knows?

However, I loved it here at the beginning, and I still do today. Why? Same reasons, by and large. Open space, open road (weather permitting). My own slightly bizarre version of the American Dream probably (Well, it IS just 25 minutes away). Ever since I was a kid, I was going to end up on this continent somehow. I always wanted to go to the USA. Why? Most likely being a big reader and film fan. Everything I loved reading and watching was always set in America. America to me was not and still is not defined by who is president at the time, and what crazy sh*t is happening politically. It’s more of a concept. To me it represents vast open space where you can go anywhere, and become anything you want as long as you have the will and the fortitude to make it happen (if the American Dream is dead I certainly never got the memo, and don’t really want want to either). In the end I ended up close enough, AND with a humane healthcare system.

What else do I love about here? The fact I feel like I actually have a chance in life. You can still work hard here in a ‘regular’ job here for a few years, save up and buy a house. This is completely dead where I come from, the idea of home ownership for me one day in London is a sick joke, and Paris was no better. I recently just moved into my own place for the first time, and actually have a spare bedroom…and it all costs less than a box room with barely enough space to swing a cat in in London. These things would have mattered less to me at 21, but now rapidly approaching 30 (yikes!) they matter more and more. Quality of life now matters a lot more to me than a place being hip and vibrant, and I have it much better here.

Some people understand completely, and others think I’m crazy, but that’s okay, crazy’s always worked for me.

I think to really understand me on this, you have to understand that I’m not attached to where I come from whatsoever. I miss my family a lot, and it’s painful at times, especially knowing my little sisters are growing up seeing me twice a year, but the place itself I could happily never see again. When you understand this, you can better comprehend how I’ve lasted this long already without the end being in sight yet.

Another big question is how someone from London feels more at home out in the sticks, and I think there’s two valid answers to this question. One is that I was completely and utterly burnt out with big city life after my negative experiences in my last years in London, and then the backbreaking experience in Paris in which I couldn’t even see just how miserable I’d become until I left. I clearly just wanted peace, affordability, a slower pace of life, and no more f*cking public transport!

The second is connected to childhood and Sweden. I grew up in London but I would always go to visit my grandparents a few times a year in Sweden, where they lived in the countryside. It was always a magical place for me, and everything that’s come out of me here (love of peace and quiet, nature, and nature photography etc) all actually started over there when I was much younger, but came out with a vengeance in Quebec. Funny how nearly everything about us all is programmed by our childhoods one way or another, whether we see it or not.

It is also my theory that people always crave the opposite of what they grow up with: those that grow up in the country want the bright lights of a big city, and those that grow up in cities often want a slower pace after a while.

Ironically, my life has also been busier living in a small place than it ever had been before. I came to learn quickly that doing nothing in these weather conditions is not an option unless you want to find yourself fat and depressed in a hurry. There ARE things to do here, you just have to find them yourself, the internet isn’t going to tell you much. Aside from private tutoring, I’ve kept busy in a wide range of eccentric ways. I’ve joined a rugby team, a football (’soccer’ to all you North American lunatics) team, played a lot of badminton, and got myself more seriously involved in photography. You’ll notice a lack of winter sports, which is a shame I know, but sadly I know myself and know I was born with two left feet. I don’t want to risk injuring myself in a way that would keep me from driving for any period of time as I’d lose all of my income. You drive or you die out here. A train?? What the hell is that???

So, what’s really changed for me since the post I made near the beginning of the experience? The biggest thing is probably integrating. I couldn’t understand a word anyone said to me here for the first 2 months. I spoke French well enough already after a year in France, but the dialect and accent here is so different it was often basically worthless. Nowadays I communicate just fine, and have integrated into the community. It’s been a new social experience for me being known pretty much everywhere I go. That’s what happens when you work at schools in a small place and you have something about you that is unique (a Brit who actually speaks the language and lives here…yeah, there aren’t many….).

It’s very different from the anonymity of a big city, and like all things has its pros and cons (sometimes you just want to go into a shop and buy something without being recognised by a current or former student), but mainly pro. Community spirit is a good thing that’s been pretty much lost in larger places. There’s definitely a kindness and willingness to help here that is more prevalent than anywhere else I’ve lived previously. Some of the families I private tutor for seem to have adopted me as one of their own!

Another big change was getting a new 2-year VISA in April which allows me to have any job, my first one was very restrictive, and made it tough to earn decent money at times. After getting it, I finished the year by supply teaching for a few months which was great experience, and certainly an adventure in itself as I ended up subbing for just about every subject on the curriculum. Obviously with the exception of English classes, this meant I had to do it in French all the time. If subbing for Maths, Science, and French isn’t a testament to how far I’ve come with the language from not being able to understand anything at all during the first two months here, I don’t know what is! However I drew the line at doing dictation in French one time, and put Netflix on instead, there are limits!

VISAs, VISAs, VISAs….well I’ve got myself started now. There’s been a constant stress from the moment I decided to stay on in October 2017. With the VISA I currently have, and the year I’m entitled to with my Swedish passport, I could fairly easily stay here until April 2022. However, I’m really tired of temporary solutions, and all the admin and costs that go into obtaining each one. I want to become a permanent resident, which is a more daunting and complex beast. When I come back from my trip home in early September all my energy will be put into finding a full-time job. You can’t get permanent residency without one. Whatever subbing and tutoring pay me is irrelevant because neither count as full-time, and I can’t go and study anything without swapping my working VISA for a restrictive study one (the headache never ends you see).

In many ways this next phase of the journey is going to be the acid test in terms of where I will end up. I will walk away from the teaching world temporarily or permanently if I need to, in order to find a full-time gig and get my residency. However, the job will have to involve my being an anglophone who speaks French to a high level. This is my advantage in this town, and the card I will always look to play in the employment game. If it can’t help me here like I’ve always thought it could, I would have to look elsewhere in the province eventually, and if there was still nothing cooking, I would have to ask myself the question for the first time about whether I would prefer to live amongst other anglophones in Canada, all opportunities being equal.

These are all ultimately questions for another day though. What’s certain is I have a good chunk of time left, and in that time I will continue to travel around Canada and the USA as much as I can within my means. I often feel like a born nomad, and I love nothing better than hitting the road and seeing new places. That’s my pleasure in life, and long may it continue. Everything else will work out how it’s supposed to, it always does.

Tomorrow’s flight back to England finally signals the end of the beginning in this long, meandering, and very seasonal story.

TL;DR:

Winter is too long and I need a full-time job to become a permanent resident, but I still like it here, and people are nice.

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