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hongjoongscafe · 6 months

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Bloody Love...

Chapter: VII-Betrayal-

♠︎Pairing: yandere!king.jungkookxoc(coronis)

♠︎Genre: angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

♠︎Summary: "you happen to be in a world where wrong is right and right is wrong."

♠︎Word count: 3.6k+

♠︎Warning: murder, creepy, blow job, suffocation.

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Questions. They were running in Coronis's head. Was it her fate? Or was it the people who made her life harder every day? The spiralling cycle of life was getting into her head. She felt a cyclone inside her nerves. The thunder in her chest.

They say that after a bad thing, something good happens. However, in her life, there was no word called good ever written even with mistakes, just never. Something in her life was twisted more than what she had realized. She had underestimated everything to the point where thinking for even a breath was heavier than a mountain.

Monsoon arrived. The days looked gloomier and nights looked creepier. Every gust of wind sent tremors down her spine. It felt like those winds were the whisperers who whispered tragedy winding its way to her footsteps.

The roads were muddy and reeked of old blood. The trees were hunched over, looking like ghouls that fed on dead bodies. Everything was covered with a stiff horror of the unspoken stories that were buried deep down in this realm of dead and gone.

All of this horror was doubled when the men who came to see Coronis for tying the knot started to get slaughtered day by day. They were not being hung on the pole but rather left rotting in the meadows and not as intense as the punishments were.

Nori has been acting weirdly. Especially after she visited her home. It was a couple of days later when she caught Edwin at her shack.

Coronis was walking back to her shack as the rain was pouring. It was getting stronger as she took each step. Her black straight gown was wet and the skirt was covered in mud halfway. Her pretty belly shoes were squeaking and were unrecognizable. Her kohl was running down her cheeks and her hair was sticking to her face. She tried her best to not let the stuff in her hands get dirty as she struggled to walk through the puddles.

As she reached back to her shack, she saw Nori standing outside, about to leave with a tarpaulin sheet above her head to at least keep her head covered from the unforgiving showers.

As Nori's eyes fell on Coronis, her expression changed and looked panicked. Coronis wanted to stop her and talk to her, however, the girl quickly bid goodbyes to her mother and stumbled away as quickly as she could.

Later that day when Coronis was sitting by the fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate in her hands with her mother who was knitting a sweater for Coronis, the girl asked her mother, “What was Nori doing here?”

Martha looked up with a tiny smile. “She said she was in the market and stopped by. We drank tea and talked a bit and then she left. I asked her to wait longer and meet you but she said she had things to take care of and then left.”

She nodded slowly and took a sip out of her warm drink. “What did you talk about?”

Martha stopped knitting, placed the material in the basket and faced Coronis. She took a second to formulate her words. “Honestly, Coro, she was not alright in my opinion. I have never seen her like the way she was acting today. She was… jittery and uncomfortable if I'm not wrong. But she was polite as ever. Greeted me with warmth and held a decent conversation. Though she kept looking at the door as if waiting for someone,” She said. “And we talked about things and she asked about you!”

Coronis's mind was boggling. “What did she say?”

“She asked about the people in our shack the other day,” she informed.

“And then what did you say?” she pressed further.

“I told her about us wanting to marry you somewhere better. She asked about Edwin and the other boys as well. She seemed to be quite interested in the chat. She wanted to know every single detail and joked about how she could keep one for herself as well. But I don't know, Coronis… I don't feel like she was fine. I think someday, you should go meet her. I don't see her with you as often either. Maybe she just needs a friend to talk to. And I am nowhere near that friend,” Martha shook her head as she thought other things to herself but did not voice them. “Anyway, Edwin will visit tomorrow. So, look prettier.”

She had seen Nori around. All the time she looked guilty of something. She would look but never make a move to talk to Coronis and when Coronis would try, she would run away as soon as possible. The situation between them was too intense.

Coronis felt guilty for doing whatever she did. Instead of running away, she could have talked and told Nori what her life had become, or better, shouldn't have tried to get into it. Her selfish motives were the reason why the poor girl was now looking like a long aching soul, running away from what she once found solace in.

She couldn't imagine what Nori was feeling. One day they both were lying in bed, kissing and hugging, and the other day, there was nothing left. The person Nori loved so dearly was not supposed to prepare for marriage and it wasn't even theirs.

It was Coronis and a third person.

How could Coronis even expect her to talk to her when she crushed the blooming flower of love under her feet?

Her teary eyes were looking for answers, silently. Waiting for Coronis to tell her story. But her mind was not ready. Nori knew they were not possible even if Coronis was not getting married because the two girls could never make it together.

Maybe another story was going to be left untold.

As Coronis was stepping closer to her shack, everything started to get quieter and quieter. The day was still young and paths were busy. No way it could be that silent the only thing she could hear was silence and the rain hitting the ground.

The closer she got, she saw people surrounding her shack. The crease between her eyebrows grew deeper as fast as her heart started to beat. She carefully squeezed her way in to see why people were standing there so quietly. Did something happen to her family? No, she pleaded silently as tears brimmed her eyes.

Her feet were met with dirty muddy water mixed with blood. She looked up and saw Draco, Onyx, and Martha standing there now looking at Coronis. A sigh of relief left her trembling lips. But it didn't stay for longer.

Because the moment her eyes fell down, in front of her shack, her heart dropped in her stomach. She couldn't see the face but the Golden curly hair was enough for her to know everything that was needed to know.

The tears in her eyes were pooling to the brim but not a single tear dared to roll down her cheeks. They were stuck there, just like Coronis, in shock. Her pupils shivered as the tremor of horror passed through her body.

The regret was seeping into her soul making her her own villain. Her heart refused to believe otherwise. The selfish mistake was now weighing her down as she fell to her knees. Her breath got stuck in her chest as she saw the lifeless body lying down there with deep slashes out in the open for everyone to see it like a drama.

The blood was still dripping out into the muddy water as the rain mercilessly poured onto his abused body. His skin from where the clothes were torn apart was pale and blue, drained of any blood in his veins.

Coronis crawled towards him. Holding his shoulders, she turned him around and that's when a piercing scream was heard in the crowd. Coronis had no conscience for her actions. She had no idea that the loud, heart-wrenching screams were leaving her mouth.

Her head was empty of any sane thought. The only thing that mattered at the moment was for Edwin to open his pretty gazy eyes and look into her dark orbs and tell her in his own words that it is going to be alright and that he is going to be alright. They will be alright. She wanted him to tell her that all the little dreams they dreamt would come true under the same roof where they were going to begin their new life.

“Why?!” she screamed again. “Why? What did he do?!” she kept repeating. “Please give me back my Edwin! I'll do anything for him. Please give him his life back!” she begged. She cried and cried.

She didn't care about the mud or the rain soaking her. The only thing she kept hearing was her inner voice asking her how much she could be thoughtless and selfish.

How many more dying souls did she need to see before knowing that her single action could lead to some genuine man’s life? Her previous proposals were murdered but they were not morally sane men at all. They deserved worse than what they got.

However, Edwin was a man of words and class. He was a gentleman every woman desired in their life. The way he talked was out of this world. His poetic essence was never enough and the bubble of safe emotion was his walking definition. No one was like him.

Edwin was the shade of the tree on the hottest summer afternoon. His voice was a mellow music in the midst of spring. His eyes were a warm blanket on the coldest winter night. His smile was the twinge of spice in the autumn evening. He was perfect as is. His way of living life was simple and eventful. He craved to make a difference in the world with his kindness. He found the luxuries in the smallest things and cherished them till he could remember them.

He was once a man full of life and now a lifeless Angel. Some evil spirit took his golden wings away and left him dead in the footsteps of his future.

Nobody said a thing. They stayed and listened. Nobody tried to console the hurting being on the ground holding her soon-to-be husband tightly as she held him and cried on his slashed chest.

Coronis looked up as she felt a burning glare piercing her skull. There stood Nori. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were red. No emotions of love, grief, shock, or any feelings were on her face. She stood there numb and blank looking at Coronis, thinking Lord knows what. She had an almost grim face and her skirt had red splotchy patches as if it was blood. Again, who knows what she has been up to?

Coronis was about to say something to her but stopped when she saw Nori slowly backing out. She took steps backwards and slowly turned around all while looking deep into Coronis's eyes. It felt like hours before she got lost in the crowd.

That was the moment when she knew she messed up.

She was left on the ground, bawling her eyes out, with a man with whom she saw herself smiling and laughing through thick and thin. With the man made out of jewels, his heart now felt like a cold diamond.

And there she realized… she lost…

The rivers of tears stopped and whimpers quietened down. Her face depressed down in misery as the reality of her fate washed over her.

It was she who created these fates of chaos, Coronis was. Her actions became the numbness of one and the death of another.

She looked down at the man and slowly laid her head on his cold, still heart as the acceptance shook her body, trying to not accept but her brain knew better than that.

Love, lust, hate, infatuation… feelings. These are trouble to get into. It felt like all of these emotions burned Coronis like a fire in the forest or perhaps killed her like an overdose of drugs.

Her body trembled like an addict wanting that dose of drug. As if she was possessed by a demon. The catch was that she was indeed an addict and was possessed by a demon of her own. Of the people she killed without knowing.

She was indeed lost…

…

The hands of the maids trembled as if they saw a ghost. Their heads lowered painfully to the point their chins were stuck on their chests as they slowly removed every single piece of clothing from His Highness's body.

The scent of roses and vanilla fogged around them as the water in a gigantic floor bathtub filled with water and milk. The petals of the black rose looked pretty on the milky water.

The last piece of his clothes was gone. There he stood. All naked in his glory. His broad shoulders, tight muscles, hard chest, perfectly carved abs, his biceps looked ripped, and his thick thighs highlighted every hard part.

Along with that, his long, fat cock stood proudly, hard and filled with pride. His thick vein on the underside throbbed harder than a racing heart. His veins were thick and poking out, and his pretty mushroom head looked angry and red in need of it to be touched and abused.

However, his jaw was clenching and a frown was settled between his eyebrows and on the chin. And his brain was going back to the picture of Coronis standing in her shack.

“Jimin-ah,” his hoarse voice echoed in the bath.

Jimin’s eyes met with the back of his Lord. “Yes, my lord?”

“My little birdy was a bad girl,” His Highness shook his head and stepped in front of a kneeling woman. “She was not wearing the necklace I gave her. I asked her to always wear it. How could she not listen to me?” He fisted that woman’s hair and shoved his hard cock down her throat with a hum.

The boy looked at the scene and hesitated before saying something. “Perhaps it was hidden under her dress,” he stuttered.

A scoff left the lord’s mouth. “Hidden under her dress, you say?” He bobbed the head of the woman as if she was a toy. Well, for him she was indeed just a filthy toy. “I could see her fucking breast crease through her black gown and you say ‘Perhaps it was hidden under her dress’” he snapped.

The anger boiled inside his chest. And he let it out on the poor woman who had no choice but to take his cock, trying not to gag at the taste of alcohol that lingered in his precum. He had started to drink more alcohol than before. His sweet taste now turned bitter. Her nails dug into her thighs to keep her going. She felt lightheaded.

Jimin gulped and cleared his throat, “My apologies, my lord… I didn't see her Highness. I was merely guarding you just how you prefer.”

Hearing this, a side smile stretched on The Lord's lips. “No wonder why you are my favourite, Jimin-ah,” he rasped. “You always keep things in your mind and act like a loyal bitch,” he sighed, “if I had an eye for a man, I would fuck your holes and fill them up. But alas! It's not for this life.” He grunted as he fucked her mouth harder and faster. The woman could not breathe properly but she did not say a word knowing well enough what he could do if she did not do what he wanted. She just kept on digging her nails into her thighs. Her eyes started to roll back and black spots blurred her vision. The rest of the women kept their heads hung low. “It's about time I punish her.”

With that, he came down her throat with a grunt and pushed her back. She lay down there unconscious, cum staining her mouth. No one dared to treat the woman but scurried into the bath as he stepped into it.

His Highness rested his back against the warm dark marble and spread his arms. His body relaxed and his muscles loosened. He sighed as the hands of his maids started to clean him. “Do me a favour, Jimin-ah. Call the ministers and the headguards in the court. Tell them I called an emergency court.”

He cracked his neck and relaxed, feeling the hands washing him. And thinking about how he only wanted one pair of hands on him sooner.

“Wait for me, little birdy. Wait for the punishment that is going to come your way…”

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“Coronis, my love,” Martha called her daughter as she looked outside from her window with a black face but a thousand emotions in those dull eyes.

It had been days since Edwin passed away. Coronis stopped speaking and rarely came out of her slot. She wouldn't eat more than two bites of rice. Her cheeks hollowed out and became paler.

Her long black locks were tangled just like her fate. Her inner turmoil disrupted her sanity. There was none to begin with… one of the things that came with living in this realm— no sanity.

“Can you go out, honey? We are short on some stuff. Can you get it for me?” Martha just wanted her daughter back. She thought maybe if she went outside, she would feel different and at least come out of her slot.

Coronis slowly turned her face towards her mother and looked at her old wrinkly face. Her mother's eyes had a subtle shiver in them. It wouldn't be wise to let her go outside at this age and the muddy roads might make her fall.

She nodded slowly and stood up, brushing her hair a bit back. “What do you want?” she asked.

Martha sighed and let her know the necessities.

Heading out, Coronis walked straight to the shop. Her body swung with each step. Everything was rotten around her. The people, the animals, the village, the houses, herself… everything. Everything was rotten just how she felt inside.

She wondered if she would ever be free from this rotten fate. A scoff bubbled in her throat. She cursed inside and thought how impossible it sounded. Free. Never, that would never happen. It almost sounded humorlessly funny.

From the corner of her eye, she saw someone familiar. She looked to her side and saw Nori going somewhere. “Nori!”

Nori looked and froze for a moment and tried to walk away but Coronis was quick to catch up with her and pull her by her arm. “Nori, please talk to me.”

The girl scrunched up her nose, “what do you want from me, Coronis?”

Coronis flinched at how she spat her name. “Please, just one talk,” the dark-haired girl begged.

Nori sighed and got tugged by Coronis towards a narrow alleyway, away from the people. There she looked at Coronis and how terrible she had become. Her eyes lost hope and were dead.

“Nori, I should have told you everything before,” Coronis whispered.

Nori felt like her blood was boiling. “Tell what? That you were fucking another man while fucking me too?! Is that what you should have told me before?! Are you fucking dumb, Coronis? I loved you and you do this to me,” she raised her voice. She showed no remorse for Coronis's loss or her soundness. However, the feelings washed over her. Her eyes burned with feelings and love she hid behind them. “Why would you do me like this? Hm? How could you fuck around like this, hurting people?” she lowered her voice.

“It is not like that, Nori. I would never do this to you,” she whispered.

“But you did,” Nori said in a barely audible voice and held Coronis's arms. “You broke my heart like it was worth nothing. You- you could have just told me that you liked someone else and I would have been out of your hair,” she sniffed.

Coronis shook her head, “my hands are tied, Nori. I- I’m just a puppet. You see these?” she opened her pale hands and showed her, “These have nothing in them. These lines are handled by someone else and it's not even God.”

“You could have said something,” Nori held her tightly. “I could have loved you a little less.”

“I could have…” Coronis nodded and let her tears fall.

“But you chose to hurt me more…” Nori sadly smiled.

Before Coronis could say something. The clops of the royal horses echoed and slowly came close to the alleyway and stopped at the end.

Coronis’s breath hitched seeing those dark, sharp, and calculating eyes that pierced her soul while staring into her eyes.

The King got down from his horse and slowly stepped forward. Nori looked between the two, not knowing what was going on. But she didn't dare to open her mouth and kept her head lower.

The King stood right in front of Coronis. With the back of his hand, he wiped off the tears and ran his thumb lightly over her lower lip and pulled it down. His hand moved down to her neck and felt around… but nothing.

His sharp eyes snapped back into hers. Under his mask, a deadly smirk formed. “You broke the order, my little birdy,” his voice was deeper and viscous. “You must get punished now.”

Coronis shook her head furiously as she felt shivers of horror travelling her body head to toe. “No,” she whispered. Her body was covered in sweat in no time as she felt her heart picking up pace. It was the feeling that ran over her that this was the end. This was the end of the hope.

“No, my love. You must know what it costs for your actions. For your betrayal.”

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Sanaa’s note:

The behaviour of all the characters is visualized.

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anemonepalustris · 13 days

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so the new episode, huh? having read a few of the things people smarter than i have said about the episode brings me to an interesting thought: whenever the doctor isn’t there the companion is not there either, not in doctor who; having a whole episode from the exclusive pov of the companion, the doctor marking the beginning and the end of the episode, both moments being the same with minor changes.

the one episode that was doctor-lite that i kept thinking about was ‘Don’t Blink’. one of the more prominent, cult episodes not involving the main actors due to budget and scheduling reasons constraining it to what it was.

throughout the episode we get the pre-recorded, one-sided conversation from the doctor in the past arguing with one of the main characters in the present, the bumping of the doctor and martha into one of the people who will be taken by the angels and martha receiving the script written by one of the main characters for the aforementioned convo. martha is never on her own for long, and neither is the doctor; they’re in a sort of symbiosis, where one goes the other can be inferred.

73 yards is all about ruby getting constantly abandoned because of the thing that follows her at exactly 73 yards distance, with a lot of very clever piecing of details together, from 2049, to Mad Jack, the welsh, the fairy circle, all coming together to form a coherent narrative, even though there was none.

in the same way the doctor likes to sprinkle in facts from their various off-screen adventures, fifteen mentions the prime minister. the mad jack bit was all about the locals taking what ruby read and adding it to their fucking with her, wherein factor in the welsh and the fairy circle. all of these tidbits that are on their own isolated incidents get linked together, by ruby, who is our pov character for the episode with the doctor… gone.

the episode nudges the idea that the doctor is hiding out in the tardis, having ran from ruby in the same way we see happen later on in the episode, but we don’t necessarily get confirmation. the part that is most interesting to me is the tardis staying there, instead of it going away. it’s the ‘time and relative dimension in space’ box, so why not leave? sure, it’s symbolic, symbols are reserved for fairytales and fiction, doctor who admittedly is that, but without the knowledge of what happened to the doctor, the leap from ‘the tardis is locked, where is the doctor?’ to ‘of course the doctor abandoned me and changed the locks’ seems a bit extreme.

the doctor would not leave their tardis just getting eaten away at by moss there if they where inside, so where is the doctor? one user pointed out that ‘the lack of an intro’ seemed wrong, like the doctor simply got plucked out of the reality in which him and ruby where in wales and now 73 yards is almost… not an episode? of course it is, we all watched it, but without the doctor, with ruby aging and getting abandoned, with the clear supernatural element that never gets explained away in a very tenth era ‘but it was aliens all along!’; the switch to something other slowly seeping in until the whole thing is over. it’s all alright now, and then the intro comes in. except it’s the outro. we’re done. tune in next week for a fresh serving of— hey, what was that all about?

another user on here pointed out that there is a ‘bad dream logic’ about the episode, which is reminiscent of the concept of bad luck machinery and the language of knots in the ‘Church on Ruby Road’, except there is no doctor to have studied ruby and figured out what happens. ruby has to make it work.

the way the doctor is forcibly removed from the premises of wales, so the story can happen in the way it does, is so jarring: it’s doctor who, where’s the doctor? we don’t know. on my first watch, i slotted the tardis staying there into one of those ‘oh, the tardis doesn’t work this episode, so the main conflict can’t be solved in 0.2 seconds’ and waited for the doctor to come in and explain all that. to the audience surrogate. who’s stranded there, without answers, making up her own as she goes along from all of the things that seem relevant. kind of like fan theories, now that i think about it. no doctor, no tardis, unresolved conflict.

we know how this goes: locals help out, like in ‘The Fires of Pompeii’— no, wait a second, they’re really unhelpful. alright, then the parents/friends help out, like mickey in the ‘Aliens of London’, wherever and however they can; see! carol is about to confront the woman following ruby and— cold, hateful eyes look back at ruby from her mother’s face, forcing ruby out of her life. ah, UNIT, surely…well, fuck, we’re really in it now.

sure, ruby saves the world, becoming the doctor in a sort of clara oswald way, only to then… age. aging, in a show all about a virtually immortal alien running about, is daunting. seeing ruby next to the tardis, having lived an unremarkable enough life, a lonely life, changed so fully from who she was at the beginning of the episode, next to an aged tardis is horrible; in the way that death is horrible, with grief and longing as the coating of the feeling of something being wrong.

an episode that comes to mind in a world where the doctor dies is ‘Turn Left’, but it’s incomparable. we knew what happened, why it happened and who benefitted from all of it. here it’s just… it’s nothing like doctor who. all of these episodes i mentioned are cornerstones of the first RTD run of the show, when doctor who was at a peak, arguably the most recognisable era of the show: when all they taught us is turned on its head in such a manner, doctor who indeed feels wrong because all of our data tells us it is.

this season is making very deliberate, fourth-wall breaking jabs at the audience, and this is by far one of the most elaborate ones yet: ‘we know you know our tricks, but we’ve got more things in store’. it’s an episode that is packed full of subversion of expectations and is less sci-fi and more magic, barely doctor who, or rather a new kind.

#dw #doctor who #fifteenth doctor #ruby sunday #73 yards #rtd2 era #rtd2

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luffyrose · 9 months

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Dp x Dc Blurb #5 (I think)

SO SO HAD THIS THOUGHT WHILE MAKING MYSELF FOOD!

We know, well, fandom kinda goes that ghosts form when around ectoplasm as well as have a strong enough desire to make a core. And Gotham is like Amity but less ley line more murder (so not as good ecto but still just as much, have to be a stronger ghost in general to be fine there).

Martha and Thomas Wayne are very much the type of people to come back as ghosts. No vengeance, no protection. They just wanted to see how Bruce, their little Brucie, grew up. They just wanted Family.

And that's exactly what they got!

They were thrilled when Alfred filled the role of father, even if he later claimed to just be a butler. Dick appearing in their lives was one of the happiest moments, how they wished they could tell him that his parents wished him well before moving on a few years later. Jason was adorable! Though it was upsetting to watch the other two begin too fight. It was even worse to find Jason joining them, even temporarily. Tim was a blessing to the family, keeping it from fully falling apart, and oh how they wished they could help all their little boys, because they knew where they all were and how they were feeling at all times.

With each addition they were thrilled for the large family, yet sad they could never interact, never help. Jason could sense them, but he'd only gotten help with his illness recently, poor child, he was still so ill.

The two Waynes had been there for it all. Watching, wishing, and gently tucking each of the boys in, even when they were far away from home.

But something was still missing. Both could feel that frail bond reaching out for another part of their family. A young boy they discovered while following it. He was about Damian's age, and could see them! He didn't seem aware he was adopted, let alone had a family waiting for him, but he also seemed so overwhelmed. The two decided to watch him but leave their little Danny alone. At least, they would until he was in danger.

And just like with the rest of the family, danger came.

It was just a random afternoon when they'd felt the pull of panic from the half ghost child, yet they couldn't leave Gotham so quickly. Bruce and Dick had a fight for the first time in a long time and...well it wasn't pretty and left ALL of the other children worried and confused.

So with the ectoplasm they'd gotten with their growing family, and even visiting their halfa on occasions, Martha and Thomas Wayne decided to do something about it.

The mansion was haunted. For the last few days things had been going completely haywire with no reasonable explanation but ghosts, or magic, but from what they knew the two went pretty hand in hand. So they decided to call Constantine to figure out why.

None of them expected Bruce's parents. Especially when they told them they needed to go save their brother Danny...a name that one particular batkid hadn't heard in a long time.

~~~

Open ended on which one, but sibling of batkid implied.

Martha and Thomas kept getting stronger with each kid Bruce adopted/got, Steph and Barbara inculded, and could feel a semi-frayed bond with one of the kid's biological brother and it led to Danny 🤗

They didn't plan to introduce themselves since the boy seemed happy enough despite the stress, they did not really see what his homelife was like. It was only after they felt something happen through their bond (which because they have obsessions based around family they can sense their own family) that they realized something was wrong and decided a good ol fashion haunting to catch their attention so they could find a way to tell them to get their brother.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #dpxdc #dcxdp #thomas wayne #martha wayne #I don't know #just them watching their boy and grandchildren over the years #yes this does imply they saw EVERY bad moment the kids had #including stuff like blockbuster :3c #cuz I'm evil #but also they want their newest boy to be fine #I don't know which one of the batkids I was thinking more #maybe Dick? but also idk how that'd work with Danny being Damian's afe #maybe he was a lab experiment before the Fenton's decided he was their son?#they do get a little TOO into their work so I wouldn't put it past them honestly

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bigfan-fanfic · 1 year

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Why Don't You Take a Seat? (Batdad Fanfic)

a one shot where batdad meets ra's al ghul for the first time and they have tea together, talk while waiting for bruce to arrive

"Please, Mr. Wayne. Have a seat." the strange man says.

It's bad enough that all your camera feeds have gone dark, the last you heard over comms from your family being the sounds of combat with mysterious assassins.

"It's not generally customary for the guest to offer a seat to his host." you respond, causing the man to chuckle.

"That is certainly true. And in the same vein, not customary for the host to not know whom his guest may be. I am Ra's al Ghul."

You freeze, the name making your blood run cold.

He... looks far too young to be the same man that taught your husband back when he was training, but it wasn't like people would be scrambling to use the name of the Demon's Head.

"And you know my name, it seems."

"Of course. We have been watching you with great interest."

"That's news to me." you say, thanking your lucky stars that Alfred isn't here tonight - so that if you do end up dying, at least your boys will have a caretaker.

A few more assassins in dark clothing emerge from the shadows, setting up a tea service before vanishing. Seeing no other recourse, you sit across from him, watching as he pours your tea.

"You of course know I am well-acquainted with your husband?"

"Of course." you say, sipping at the delightful porcelain cup. "Though it would seem your daughter would prefer to better acquainted with him."

"I do apologize for Talia. She seems to think I would favor her more were she to produce a fitting heir."

"A fitting heir?

"Archaic terminology, to be sure. Successor would be the better word. For many a year now, I have entreated your husband to be my successor, though his unwillingness to kill makes him... ill-suited."

"And so Talia..."

"Believes that should she and Bruce form a union, they may together bear a child that inherits both of their-"

"That's... not how having kids works."

"Indeed. I personally prefer that my successor show their worth through deed rather than breeding."

"So...may I ask why you've been watching me?"

"Of course. You see, the League of Shadows often examines civilization - which parts of it are worth sparing, and which parts have become too corrupted, too fallen, and must be purged. Gotham is one such city."

You balk at the idea of the League having so much power - more than Bruce had estimated when he told you about them.

"It was Thomas and Martha Wayne who, nigh-singlehandedly, kept this city afloat among the iniquity and vice of its underbelly. When they were murdered, we assumed the hope of the city had been slaughtered with them."

"But who should arrive on the scene but a young upstart with no other connection to Gotham high society but his bosom friendship and young romance with its de facto prince? You, my dear Mr. Wayne, took charge of this city and became its champion. Even among the cesspool of calumny and disdain, you have lit a beacon of truth. The last bastion of such things."

"That can't be true. I'm not the only one doing things to help." you protest. Ra's smirks indulgently, like an uncle tutting at the presumptive modesty of a favorite nephew.

"You refer to your husband?"

"Not solely. There are others trying to make a difference. Like Dr. Thompkins or Commissioner Gordon."

"And yet you are the most notable, and not only does your wealth make you the most powerful, your intellect and tactical mind makes you the one most charged to affect change. I say your wealth, and not your husband's wealth, because as I know it, you have your own standing as CEO of Wayne Enterprises as well as the Wayne fortune."

"You have been doing your research."

"Indeed. The League is no simple assassins' guild, my dear. We guide the direction of the world, in what we hope to be a favorable direction. I have been remiss in the past century, allowing the world to languor this way, what with its global warming and its wars of convenience and profit. I have intended to change it through drastic action, but... you have intrigued me. Perhaps there are... other ways. No great man truly wishes to end the life of another, and should it be rendered unnecessary, our sword can be stayed."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... your way. Gotham has seen a marked turn under your direction and manipulation. Perhaps not an instant one, but a noticeable one. To us, a favorable one."

"So you're saying that Gotham's survival is... totally dependent on me?"

"For now, yes. But that may change. The reason I sent Talia to distract your husband is because I wished to get the measure of you for myself. I admit, I once considered you nothing more than an emotional chain tethering Bruce to foolish sentimentality, but I came to appreciate your tactic. Far less brutal, and one I will also admit I dismissed. I have held a sword for so long, I forgot the utility of other tools."

"So... you want to work with me?" you frown, tilting your head.

"Indeed. We have much to learn from each other, and with the combination of our approaches, we may find a greater progress than we would in conflict."

"Combination of our approaches? You mean killing people?"

"You cannot deny it would be expedient."

"Even if I accepted that, it'd be the wrong approach, even practically! Just killing the people that stand in our way would create chaos, AND it wouldn't guarantee change the way systemic reform would!"

"See why you would be invaluable?" Ra's grins, unperturbed. "However, one could argue that your systemic reform could be hastened by removing those that would prove obstacles to it."

"Or it could jeopardize the movement by giving the opposition martyrs."

"Ha!" Ra's barks out a laugh of genuine delight. "You remind me of someone I once knew. She would never let my mind rest for a moment when she disagreed with me, nor would she let me hide behind pretty words or turns of phrase."

"Sounds like you need someone like that around you." You chuckle, and Ra's smirks in agreement.

"Indeed I do. Will you join the League of Shadows?"

"I hope this isn't the kind of offer that's only got one answer."

"For once, I will accept either answer. A 'no' now may become a 'yes' in the future."

"Then I shall take some time to consider."

"Indeed. I believe your husband is about to join us anyway..."

Ra's seemed a sensible, charming man when you first met him, but it was impossible to ignore how menacing he could be - how many atrocities he had already committed and planned to commit.

Indeed, though he allowed Talia to continue pursuing Bruce, it seemed he tried just as hard to woo you to his side.

In any case, it was never going to be the last time the al Ghul family became a part of your life...

#batdad x bruce #batdad reader #batman headcanons #headcanons #dc headcanons

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snowblossomreads · 6 months

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Day 14: A Light in the Night

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x Wife!Reader

Summary: We revisit the Colonel and his wife, along with their little dog Tulip as they ready to welcome a new life into the world.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): pregnancy, brief description of child birth, fluff, and wholesomess!

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: And we are back with these little lovelies from day 10! I have to admit I didn't think to make this a sequel yet my brain was like yes we can use this prompt! So here we are~ I hope you enjoy this little cute fluff 😍😍

Snow melted, flowers grew and wilted, and leaves of all colours scattered the ground before a blanket of snow returned to cover the lands around Delaford Estate with its beautiful brightness that made everything shine brightly.

Some things had stayed the same, like the staff at the estate, and her sweet Christopher, handsome and gentle as he always was. While other things had changed just like seasons did.

Namely [Y/n]'s belly, which was now large and round, filled with the babe that she, and her husband were expecting sometime soon, if the doctor's words were to be taken.

Honestly, while she did get excited at the sight of her belly, she had to admit she was ready to give birth as she felt a bit cumbersome with how large she felt. Dressing took longer in the morning, walking was a tedious task after a few months and don't even get her started about sleeping or the constant need to well...relive herself.

It wasn't all bad though as she had mentioned.

For one, her Christopher had become even softer and doting towards her which she hadn't thought possible considering his naturally sweet disposition. Yet he had.

'Come darling, here let me help you out of bed, I don't wish for you to strain yourself so much. It drives me mad, the thought of you and our babe being hurt.'

'Is there anything you wish for me, or the servants to bring you while I am in town, my love? You need only tell me and I shall retrieve it with haste."

He was so ridiculously sweet, sweeter than any person alive she bet, especially when they would lay in bed at night and he would gently stroke her stomach. Kissing her swollen belly, he would whisper to the child within about how much he was looking forward to meeting them, and how he hoped they were being kind to their mother while she kept them safe as they grew.

She could tell how excited he was as his eyes always lit up when he got to speak about how they were expecting, and his excitement increased as they got closer and closer to the winter season when the babe would be born.

So when the signs of labour began to show, and she felt a small pop below and a gush of wetness in her undergarments, she knew it would not be long before the babe they had waited so long for would be in the world.

"Martha!" [Y/n] cried out urgently as she struggled to her feet from her chair near the fireplace.

Tulip, her naughty but sweet dog that had grown in height, sprang up and began to bark loudly, only to be hushed by [Y/n] who waddled to the entrance of the parlour. She was met with Martha and Christopher who had come to see what the commotion was about.

Looking at both of them, her hand on her stomach, and a dark stain beginning to grow on her nightgown, which the other two seemed to spot simultaneously, she stuttered out a nervous,

"I-I think it's time."

As if her words set something off in him, Brandon’s posture immediately changed into one of a seasoned leader who was ready to command his household to help his wife during this important moment.

"Martha take [Y/n] to the bed now!” He barked, firm yet kind were his words, and Martha answered with an equally firm ‘yes sir!’ ready to take orders from the lord of the house. “I will send a rider to fetch the doctor! Wake everyone up once [Y/n] is in bed!"

"Darling that is unnecessary!” [Y/n] exclaimed, only to wince at the pain the excitement seemed to cause. “Do not wake the house I beg you we just need the doctor and Martha no one else."

"Absolutely not, everyone has been waiting for this day and I will not deprive them of it, and Martha may need some extra hands is that not right?"

"Of course sir!" Martha answered with glee as her eyes twinkled with joy. “We’ve all been waiting for our lady to give birth! No one will mind being woken my dear! They would probably be quite angry if we didn’t wake them!”

"Good now please there is no time to waste!"

"Oooh, how delightful dear!" Martha gasped, going to [Y/n]'s side and gently guiding the woman while Tulip trotted behind them, tail wagging from the buzzing energy that was around her humans."Come there is no time to waste! You should have been in bed already, but oh you and your strong will my lady!

Both sets of people rushed off in different directions, and soon [Y/n] was in the birthing bed while a rider was running to mount their horse and fetch the local doctor.

Candle lights in each window of the estate lit up one by one, illuminating the dark home in the night as news spread that the lady of the house was soon to bring a child into the world. And it wasn't long before the sounds of birthing began.

Had she thought she knew what she was in for after talking to other mothers and to Martha, herself who was a trained midwife and a mother, she was sorely mistaken when the first pains of labour began.

Even Christopher, her poor dear sweet Christoper was going mad as she cried in pain each time she tried to push the babe out. He sat by her side, refusing to leave even when the doctor said that the process was far too messy for a gentleman of his status to watch.

"Sir I have been in trenches filled with mud and the bodies of good men who are no longer here. I have seen messy, and this doctor, this bringing of new life, while messy, is wondrous and I shall not leave my wife's side until I know she and our child are safe." He was so stern when he said it, she had thought someone had taken her sweet and mild manner Christopher away with the aghast way the doctor stared at him.

But when he looked at her with such worry and concern, she knew he was still there only wanting her pain to end.

And in the wee hours of the morning, relief come for [Y/n] and all of those in the home who waited with bated breath. With one last push and a loud shout, a sharp wail filled the halls of Delaford estate.

"A healthy baby boy!"

Both the doctor and Martha announced after the babe had been cleaned, examined, and swaddled cosily to keep him warm.

"And my is his constitution healthy indeed! Larger than any one of the children I've delivered this year. Oh, he'll be just fine this winter Colonel, my lady!" The doctor stated as he handed the crying baby to [Y/n] who was eager to hold the little wiggling thing.

"Oh Christopher," [Y/n] whispered in wonder, as she stared in awe at the baby who had calmed immediately when he was placed on her chest. "He's so beautiful oh god-." Her voice wavered as emotion filled her throat and eyes.

"He is beautiful indeed," her husband murmured as he stared in wonder with her at the child who rested against her. "Just like his mother beautiful and marvelous."

She turned to him and was surprised yet not, as she saw his eyes glassy and filled with tears. Her strong and calm love. Steady and unwavering as the English oak trees that dotted the estate, was filled with emotions at the sight of his little family that had grown.

They stayed this way for a moment, silently marvelling at the child, as Martha and the doctor helped clean [Y/n] up. Once done, they bowed to the couple and left to give them a moment of privacy. The Brandons thanked them before they left, and only moments after the door had shut, did husband and wife hear the cheers of the house.

It brought a large smile to both of their faces knowing how much support and love the staff of Delaford already had for their babe.

"You make me such a happy man darling such a happy man," he stated as he kissed her temple and leaned down to kiss the babe's forehead.

The little thing stirred at his father's touch, yet made no noise of protest. This seemed to amuse them both as they let out a watery chuckle at his actions or lack thereof.

"And you my Christoper, you make me such an unbelievably happy woman. Oh goodness our babe, I pray that he is as strong, yet kind and gentle as his father," she whispered stroking the child's cheek. "You and him, you both are my everything darling."

"Woof!"

Their eyes widened, and they turned to look at Tulip, who had been calm and quiet the entire time during [Y/n]'s labour. Only now did she seem interested in reminding them she was still here.

"I do not believe Tulip agrees with her being left off the list as our son's sister," Brandon mused as the dog stared at them with a look of expectancy.

Letting out a delighted laugh at the dog's antics, [Y/n] smiled and giggled.

"And yes, you to my Tulip I could never forget you! You do have a little brother to take care of and protect now."

This seemed to appease the dog who let out a softer bark before she laid her head down and closed her eyes.

Laughter from both was music to each other's ears as they took in the new life they had been gifted with. A new life, in the wintertime to light up the darkness that the season was known for because of its early nights. It was most importantly a new life in the Brandons’ home, one that completed the little family they had both wanted.

A/N: Yaaaay oh goodness Brandon would be such a good father, he's so gentle and soft spoken. I think he doesn't have a mean bone in his body even if he were in the army. Stay warm friends it's getting chilly out here!

#colonel brandon x reader #rickmas2023 #rickmas #blossom writes

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the-chosen-fanfiction · 9 months

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Jesus | Blinded To The Truth | Platonic

Dialogue prompt: “You really like making things difficult.”

Requested: Yes

After inviting you to listen to His meditation at Synagogue, your childhood Friend Jesus makes the boldest of claims.

“Hey, you’re cheating!”

“I am doing no such thing!” you quip, throwing the small ball towards Rafi in the hopes he will not catch it–

–He catches it with his left hand and you huff, preparing yourself to get it hurled back at you in return. However, Rafi tosses it with a firm movement of his arm towards Jesus, Who misses it by a hair. The ball falls to the grass and Rafi cheers, causing you to roll your eyes. Aaron lets out a sigh of defeat.

“I win!” Rafi exclaims.

You place a hand on your hip. “Fine, you win. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to get myself some snacks to comfort myself at this incredible loss.”

“Nah, (Y/n), you are just being sarcastic now even though I know quite certainly that you are upset.”

“I’m not! It’s Rosh Hashanah, I will not allow myself to sulk over something like a game.”

Jesus chuckles at your response and runs a hand through His hair, sighing deeply. “You did better at this game than I did, (Y/n),” He reassures you. You smile at your childhood Friend, Who heads over to you. “I will join you for that comfort snack, okay?”

You nod in agreement and both of you head for the nearest platter of sweet treats. You scoop a whole load of honey onto a slice of apple and give it to Jesus. He thanks you with a word of gratitude and waits for you to get one for yourself as well.

“Hey,” Jesus begins as the pair of you bask in the sunlight, enjoying the fruit. “I am going to give a Torah reading tonight at the synagogue. Would you like to attend as well? You’re a good friend of Mine, so I would appreciate it if you were to–”

“Of course!” you say without hesitation, “I knew that You were a Rabbi now. Your mother told me about Your ministry.”

Jesus hums. “I don’t think she told you all of it.”

You frown in puzzlement. “What do You mean?”

The Nazarene gives you a look. “You’ll see.”

Trusting Him enough to not ask, you decide to not press any further.

“Time for a rematch?” you suggest, nodding at Lazarus and Rafi, who are still gloating in their victory.

Jesus nods in agreement, polishing off the honied apple. “Let’s go.”

In spite of the heat outside, the synagogue is cool and dark, apart from some light drifting in through the small windows above. The village of Nazareth has gathered and you’ve taken a seat with two women who introduced themselves to you as Martha and Mary, whom you’ve started to mingle with in anticipation of Jesus’ reading. You’re curious to see what He will choose to read.

The crowd’s chatter falls silent when Rabbi Benjamin walks up to the pulpit and stretches his arms in a way to lead everyone into prayer. You bow your head and close your eyes.

“Blessed are You Lord our God, King of the universe. Who has kept us alive and sustained us for another year. Who bestows kindness, restores and redeems. Praise to You, Adonai our God, sovereign over creation. Who has chosen us from all the peoples. May Your blessings be all who seek You earnestly. Bring joy to Your land and gladness to Your city. In Your mercy, bestow on us a prosperous year, a bountiful harvest, and the promised arrival of Meshiach. Your anointed One, the Son of David.”

The congregation replies with an agreeing ‘amen’ as the sound of the shofar fills the room in a few quick puffs of noise. Goosebumps litter your skin at the sound like it does to you every time, and you smile, watching Jesus across the room.

“Thank you for the call to repentance and rest.” Rabbi Benjamin comments. “And now, for the reading and interpretation we have with us Jesus bar Joseph. He was one of my students in Torah class and we’ve heard reports–” he turns to Jesus, “Some of them very positive, of His rabbinic journeys.” Jesus and Lazarus chuckle a bit, “Jesus.”

Jesus heads for the pulpit and smiles. “Thank you, Rabbi Benjamin. Ah, please.” He gestures for the person carrying the scroll to lay it out for Him.

“You know, it’s not easy to share in front of Nazareth’s most pre-eminent Rabbi, but I will do My best. And I’m certain that if I miss a word or two, one of you at least will speak up, huh?”

A few of the men make sounds of agreement, Lazarus leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed. “Oh, don’t worry.”

“I wonder who it will be,” Jesus murmurs in amusement before turning to the scroll.

“A reading from the scroll of the prophet Isaiah.” Jesus announces, then lifts His eyes upwards for a few silent seconds. He unfurls the scroll and takes the yad to point at the text He is reading to follow along.

“The Spirit of the Lord God is upon Me. Because the Lord has anointed Me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted; to proclaim liberty to the captives and recovery of sight of the blind. To the opening of the prison for those who are bound; to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favour.”

With bated breath, you watch as He steps away from the scroll and rolls it up, handing it back to the assistant before taking a seat in the chair placed in the middle of the room. For a moment, He locks eyes with Lazarus, then with you, until He opens His mouth to speak.

“The fulfilment of this Scripture as you have heard it is today. This is the year of the Lord’s favour. This is a year of jubilee. A year the poor, the brokenhearted, the captive and the blind are offered redemption.”

Your heart stutters inside your chest. Are you hearing this correctly?

Rabbi Benjamin’s posture stiffens.

“Here. Now.”

Jesus pauses for a few moments, and Lazarus speaks up. “We are here with You,” he remarks, “Keep going.” He seems just as interested in Jesus’ words as you are. “Not bad for a carpenter’s son, yes?”

You cannot fight the small laugh that escapes you, and Rabbi Benjamin gives you a sharp look.

“I mean, especially Joseph…” Lazarus continues, “May he rest in peace…”

Rabbi Benjamin has a stern look on his face when he speaks up.

“Jesus, please explain why You stopped the reading before Isaiah spoke of the day of vengeance of our God? Especially during a time of such oppression.”

A few silent moments as you keep your gaze focused on Jesus, anxious what He will say. You have never heard this interpretation before, and you’re only hoping that Jesus will not say anything that could get Him in trouble.

“The day of vengeance is in the future. I’m not here for vengeance. I’m here for salvation.”

Rafi and Aaron’s brows furrow, as does Rabbi Benjamin’s. “You’re here for salvation?” the Rabbi mutters, “What are You saying?”

Over her shoulder, Mary looks at you with a delighted look on her face. Your expression resembles confusion as your heart hammers inside your chest. “It’s Him…” Mary whispers, “He is trying to say that He is… You know…”

You swallow thickly. Thinking of the rumours that have been going around about Jesus, and now… Could He be…

“You know what I am saying.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“And this year of jubilee, this year of the Lord’s favour, is not about release from financial debts. I’m here to provide release from spiritual debt.”

“We are the chosen seed of Abraham.” Benjamin darkly sounds, “We don’t have spiritual debt!”

Jesus purses His lips and looks away.

“Jesus,” Aaron starts. “We’ve been hearing about the signs and wonders, and now this? Are You claiming to be more than a Rabbi? More than even the Baptiser?” Aaron has the exact same question as you.

The room is tense and you lean closer towards Him, not wanting to miss a single word.

“No doubt one of you will quote me the Proverb; ‘Physician, heal yourself’. The things we heard You did in Capernaum and in Syria, do here in Your hometown, yes?”

“Why not?”

“I get it.” Jesus counters. “It’s always easier to accept hard truths and even greatness from strangers than from those you know well, especially those you knew as awkward teenagers or even as adults as some of you saw earlier today. Laz here would make a more believable prophet.”

You grin as the two chuckle, until Jesus’ smile falls.

“But this brings up an important truth. No prophet is acceptable in his hometown.”

Around you, people start to mutter amongst themselves.

“Be careful with what You call Yourself.” Benjamin growls.

“This should be easy to prove!” Aaron says, “Dinah and Rafi, you say you saw it, yes?”

Rafi nods. “Yes! Yes, we saw it, but… He did not claim this…”

“A true prophet from Adonai would not deny His own people signs and wonders.”

Jesus takes a sharp breath. “Listen carefully. When a great famine hit Israel during the days of Elijah. Three years and six months. There were many widows, yes? And we know how the Father cares for His chosen people, especially widows. But Elijah was sent to none of them… Not one.”

You drink in every single word He says, your mind spinning with questions and clarity at the same time.

“Instead he was sent to a widow in Sidon, in Zeropath. A Gentile woman. Martha, what happened?”

Jesus turns to her and for a moment, He locks eyes with you. It is as if He can read your mind - your soul - and He nods. He nods to answer the question bouncing around in your skull, and you have to prevent yourself from gasping.

“She gave up her last flour and oil for one more cake and gave it to Elijah.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Elijah told her the Lord said to do so.”

Jesus turns back, “Yes. The Lord said that He would make it so that her flour and oil would never run out. And she believed. A pagan Gentile in a pagan land. And she was hungry enough to know that she needed God and to obey Him. And so, God sent Elijah to multiply our food forever.”

He shortly pauses to let the words sink in.

“What about Elisha, and Naaman? There were many lepers in Israel during this time, but none of them were cleansed except Naaman. Only a Gentile, a Syrian soldier and enemy of the Lord’s people. But he was so desperate, he trusted Elisha, and his leprosy was cleansed.”

The tension in the synagogue rises with every word that falls from His lips, and your throat runs dry at the expression many hold on their faces; deep, unadulterated offence.

“You may be the chosen seed of Abraham, you may be the people of the covenants, but that will not bring you My salvation.” Jesus’ eyes are shimmering with both sadness and persistence, “If you cannot accept that you are spiritually poor and captive, in the same way that a Gentile woman and a Syrian leper recognised their need–”

He pauses, the words getting stuck in His throat as He pinches together his fingers to emphasise the message. Across the room, you see Aaron shake his head slowly, and Rafi’s expression is conflicted.

“If you do not realise that you need a year of the Lord’s favour… Then I cannot save you.”

You can hear a pin drop as the hostility in the room advances, your heart almost leaping out of your chest in fear as Aaron slowly stands, his brow knit together in rage.

“Who do You think You are?!” His voice drips with malice.

“This is what Hannah talked about.” Martha says in front of you, making your chest tight with anxiety for His safety. “That He even called Himself the Messiah!”

Rabbi Benjamin takes a step in Jesus’ direction. “Are You claiming to be the Messiah, or are You merely claiming to speak for the Lord as a prophet?”

Jesus, turned away from the Rabbi at first, slowly pivots in His seat.

When He opens his mouth to answer, your face pales.

“Yes.”

For a moment, you lock eyes with Lazarus, who looks from you to his sister Mary, who has a certain sparkle in her eye that makes you convinced that she believes, too.

And so do you.

Something within your spirit puts you on edge in a way you have never experienced before. It reels inside your gut in a strange way, as if everything in your soul is teetering on the edge of interfering, but that same spirit holds you back from doing so, convinced that He knows how to handle this all.

“You are a false prophet!” Benjamin accuses.

Mother Mary gasps in shock and you put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her immediately. Lazarus reaches over to put a hand on the elderly Rabbi’s shoulder. “Woah, that is quite a thing to say! Jesus, maybe we should leave.”

Aaron interrupts: “Lazarus, you’re His friend, you cannot be involved! You know what the law of Moses says–”

“We are all His friends, Aaron,” Lazarus counters. “We cannot say things like this!”

“Jesus, stand up at once!” Benjamin orders, but Lazarus tries to fan the flames.

“Rabbi, please. Rafi, come with Jesus and me, we will leave, and you can all continue the service.”

Slowly, Jesus rises from the chair.

Rafi clearly draws his own conclusions. “Rabbi Benjamin has asserted false prophecy and I cannot argue it.”

Lazarus will not have any of it. “You said you saw the miracle!”

“He’s saying only He can save us!” Rafi bites.

“He did not use those words–”

“–It’s what I meant.” Jesus quips, earning Him a glare from Lazarus.

“Jesus, you’re not helping!” Lazarus pleads.

Deciding to intervene between your bickering childhood friends, you stand and make your way down to them. “Rafi, are you deaf? And blind? Have you not heard the stories of the miracles? Have you not tasted the wine?”

Aaron scoffs. “Those are just rumours! You’ve got no evidence, and people can say whatever they want. As long as enough people tell the same story, you’d believe anything, wouldn’t you, (Y/n)? Always so gullible…” He shakes his head almost pitifully.

You let out a noise. “And you, not even considering the words of a Man you know to be trustworthy, even though He makes things so clear right now! You really like making things difficult!”

Jesus puts a hand on your shoulder and you turn to Him. He smiles at you softly, His gaze containing a certain kind of warmth that fills you with rest. It is the briefest of moments, but intense nevertheless.

Rafi points a finger at Jesus, breaking the moment of eye-contact. “He’s saying we are not the Holy One’s chosen!”

“Now, He did not say that!”

Rabbi Benjamin’s voice is like ice, full of fury, unlike anything you've ever heard before. It makes the hairs of your neck stand on end. “In words, the book of Moses; ‘But the prophet who presumes to speak a word in My Name that I have not commanded him to speak, that same prophet shall die.’...”

As Lazarus leans closer, he lowers the volume of his voice. Jesus’ mother seems distraught and anxious. “Rabbi Benjamin, I beg of you… Not this…”

“Lazarus,” Jesus calmly hums, “It’s fine…”

“Jesus they’re going to–” Jesus leans closer to His friend and whispers something in his ear for a few moments. As soon as He pulls back, Lazarus stares at Him rather nervously.

“Yes?” Jesus acknowledges, and Lazarus reassures Him.

Before you can speculate, Lazarus locks eyes with you, and nods towards Jesus’ mother Mary, whose eyebrows are furrowed in fear of her Son’s safety. You immediately understand the hint, rushing over to her and crouching down to take her hand in yours. She gives you a grateful glance, but it soon focuses back to her Son, Whose safety she so desperately fears.

“Jesus…” Benjamin utters, “If you do not renounce Your words, we will have no choice but to follow the Law of Moses…”

You can hear your own blood rush inside your ears as the strain within the synagogue reaches its breaking point. The Messiah steps closer to the Rabbi, His eyes filled with heartache.

When Jesus speaks, it is the straw that breaks the camel’s back:

“I AM the Law of Moses.”

Benjamin staggers back, gasping in indignation. Before you can truly process what is going on, Jesus is grabbed into His tunic by Rafi and Aaron, who shove Him towards the exit. They yank off the tallit that is still draped over His shoulders and Mary reaches out. You can barely hold her back to keep her from harm, but Lazarus soon assists you.

Before He is pushed outside, Jesus has a moment of intense eye-contact with His mother, but then, He is forced out.

As Jesus is led out of the synagogue by the angry mob, Mary starts to sob. You can barely look at what is happening, your entire being frightened and shaking, but you cannot follow the crowd to see if there is a way to save Him. All you can do is comfort His mother, who accepts your embrace as you pull her into your arms. Her form trembles in agony.

“Jesus promised that He’d be alright,” Lazarus reassures both His mother and you as everyone pours out of the synagogue, “We will meet Him after sundown on the outskirts of Nazareth, where His father is buried. Mary, you know the place, right?”

Slightly calmed by the words, Mary nods meekly, but her demeanour remains distraught. And who could blame her? Although she trusts that her Son’s word is true, and that He will be alright, a mother’s instinct is ever so strong.

“It will be fine, Mary,” you whisper, yet still filled with questions. “Is this all true? Is He truly the Messiah?”

Mary nods, her lips trembling as fresh tears brim on her eyes.

“He is.”

Your mind spins with everything you feel in this very moment - confusion, happiness, relief, fear. “Then why do they not accept Him? I don’t… I don’t understand. The signs and wonders…”

Mary slowly shakes her head, sniffling a bit, seemingly calming down. “I do not know,” she whispers, “But what I do know is to trust Him on His word.”

“Always, Mary,” you reassure her, “Always.”

You remain in the synagogue until the sun has fully set.

#the chosen #reader insert #the chosen x reader #x reader #chosen x reader #angel studios #the chosen jesus #jesus x reader

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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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10th doctor x reader - the stars in your eyes

Part 5:

You got in the TARDIS and Martha excused herself to go grab something to eat while the pair of you talked.

You walked around the console, running your hand along it, and you stopped when you got to the chairs and you sat down.

“I’m sorry I got angry with you, and for the things I said.”

“I messed up, you had a right to be angry.”

You leant back, tilting your head back and you closed your eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.

“I should’ve told you straight away, but I saw a chance for adventure and I really wanted to go…”

The doctor studied your quietly for a moment.

“You should have told me, this can be really dangerous (Y/N), what if you get hurt or worse?”

“I’m used to being blind doctor, I’ve adjusted, it’s why I know you’re stood about five feet away from me right now.”

“How do you know?”

You thought for a moment, trying to come up with a clever lie that would be somewhat believable.

“I can tell by the distance of your voice.”

He hummed a little and walked over, sitting next to you and you turned your head to look at his golden form.

“Answer my this. If you can’t see, how did you know that the galaxy we were looking at was the milky way? How did you ask to see the stars?”

“I have a small perception of light, not much but a little, it’s why my eyes are sensitive to the light because they can’t handle it.”

The doctor nodded his head and he looked at you.

“But how did you know where we were?”

“I guess you can call it an instinct? I always know where I am, exact location, whether it’s north, south, east or west, I know where I am and how far I go to get to where I have to be.”

“Impossible.”

You gestured to the console and he got up, and you rattled off the exact location of the TARDIS and he looked at you amazed.

“No…”

“Been able to do it since I was a child.”

The doctor walked back over.

He stood in front of you, his hands in the pocket of his jacket.

“Why didn’t you tell me though? Before you started travelling? Does Donna know?”

“Of course she knows I grew up with her, she was there when my vision went. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to say no to me coming, but I now realise that was a mistake.”

You slowly stood up and sighing heavily.

“Just answer me this doctor, two hearts. Why?”

“Oh that’s right you kept me alive!”

He quickly pulled you in for a hug and you hesitated for a split second before hugging him back, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“I never did thank you for that, so thank you so much…” he whispered.

“The universe needs the doctor.” You chuckled.

You pulled away and crossed your arms over your chest.

“So, two hearts. What exactly are you Goldman? I know you’re not human.”

“I’m a time lord.”

That word rattled around in your head like a church bell, over and over and over, repeating non stop.

The doctor waited for you to reply and after a moment he went to say your name but stopped when the door creaked open he stopped.

He looked up and you took a step away.

“Sorry, like I said I know I shouldn’t have come. It was a mistake and I’m a liability.”

You turned around and ignored him calling out to you.

“Did you make a list…?” You mumbled to Martha.

“I did, I sent it to that address you asked me too.”

“Thank you, I might be seeing you around Martha Jones.”

You cracked a smile and you stepped outside, the doctor rushing behind you calling your name but you were gone.

You melted into the sea of people and he couldn’t pick you out from the crowd.

“What was that about?” Martha asked.

“She had other things to do I suppose…”

When you were sure that you could be seen by the TARDIS, you began to jog slightly around a corner that had no people.

Your body disappeared into small particles until no one could see you, and you reappeared back at the house by the front door and you opened it.

“(Y/N)!?” Wilf called.

“Yeah it’s me! Did you get a list of books?!” You called back.

You closed the door and set your glasses aside, and you wondered into the kitchen, sitting down at the table.

“I did, Donna’s out right now getting them all. What are they for?”

Wilf set a cup in front of you and he sat down at the table with you.

“They’re books that talk about a legend, about the child of the universe. Stories made up through all of human history, apparently humans have been talking about me for centuries.”

“Really?”

“I knew there were some stories out there, but I wasn’t aware how many people knew about me, or, rather believed in something like me, it makes absolutely no sense.”

“And why’s that?” Donna asked.

She set a few bags down on the table and stood behind you, her hands resting on your shoulders and you took a deep breath.

“I thought you were staying with him? Oh and Grandad mum wants your help with something outside.” She asked.

Wilf grumbled and got up, and Donna took his seat at the table.

“So? Why aren’t you staying with the doctor?”

You cracked a weak smile, looking down at the table.

“I can’t…”

“Why? What happened?”

“He knows I’m blind, shouted at me, I stormed out, we spoke, I found out he’s a time lord so I can’t travel with him.”

“He shouted at you?!”

“Donna it’s fine.”

She shook her head.

“It’s not! I’ll smack him! And what’s a time lord?”

You ran a hand down your face.

“It’s a civilisation from a distant planet, I’m not sure what happened to them, but for some reason he can’t tell I’m not human, he has suspicions but he can’t tell.”

“Is it such a bad thing if he knows?”

You heard talking in the hallway and you got Donna to followed you upstairs to your room.

You closed the door and sat on the bed, and Donna sat next to you, taking the remote for your tv to put something on to cover the talking.

“What you found me I came crashing down from space itself right? But was there anything else that seemed strange?”

“No?”

“I was frozen Donna, frozen in time. The time lords put me in a time lock which for some reason or another broke. The froze me in time which was why I was still so young.”

Donna looked at you.

“Why…?”

“Because I was something unknown to them, powerful even at such a young age and they feared what they didn’t know. They feared me, a little girl who was just trying to find her parents again… they took me and locked me away in the furthest depths of the universe and the time lock broke, and I came crashing down to earth.”

You took Donna’s hand in yours and held it.

“I love you all like my own family, you are my family. But you’ve seen what the doctor does to any aliens on earth, if he finds out what I am Donna he’ll do that to me…”

“I won’t let him!”

“You won’t get a say… he’ll send me away.. he’ll time lock me again.. but I keep hearing whispers in the universe, things that don’t make sense, it’s why I got those books, I thought maybe it would help.”

“Help with what? I don’t understand.”

“Help in trying to figure out why in here, why I hear these whispers. Something is happening Donna, and I need to find out before it’s too late.”

She looked at you and you looked at her, and she could have sworn she saw the flicker of one of the stars in your eyes going out.

She focused on your eyes, carefully studying them to make sure that they weren’t going out, but she never did.

“Alright, I’ll get them, you do your project thingy.”

You laughed softly and laid down, projecting yourself out of your body as you waited for her to return with the books.

You sat down and turned your attention towards the stars, furrowing your brows a little bit, you created a replica of the universe in front of you, and you spun it around a few times.

You felt like something was missing, a planet was missing, but you weren’t entirely sure what it was.

Waving your hand through model universe, you made it disappear and Donna came back in, dumping the books on your bed.

“Do you need any help?”

You looked at her and walked over, placing your finger on her forehead.

“Anything that mentions child of the universe got it.”

With that, you sat down on the floor while Donna went through the books, you sat with your legs crossed and closed your eyes.

The universe had things it wanted to tell you, and you were listening, taking in everything it was whispering for you to hear.

But nothing was standing out, so you began to search harder, trying to clear some of the words that weren’t quite making sense.

You needed a lead, anything that could help, and right now the only sounds echoing were the same thing.

The darkness was coming.

The child of time and the child of the universe.

But there was a new one.

One seemingly calling out for you, but somehow linked to the doctor, a female voice whispering.

The voice was calling out to the doctor, but she sounded so far away, her voice rippling through space like she wasn’t in the same universe you were right now.

But you could hear her words just barely

Bad wolf

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sage-nebula · 6 months

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Martha didn't get a Tennant Doctor because she didn't want a Tennant Doctor. Martha was the only one of RTD's companions who left the Doctor of her own volition, and only ever called him back on her own terms, when she had need of him.

Rose didn't leave the Doctor willingly. Rose was trapped in an alternate universe because it was either that or be stuck in a void with Daleks and Cybermen for the rest of time. And when she returned (primarily to warn the Doctor about the oncoming darkness caused by Davros but also because she wanted to be with him), she left with the Metacrisis Tenth Doctor and their own TARDIS because that was the only way to give her a satisfying ending from the viewpoint of the audience. (And even then, there are some fans who will tell you that nothing short of her being with the Time Lord Doctor in the prime reality is satisfying, but that just couldn't happen for reasons outside the narrative story.)

Donna didn't leave the Doctor willingly. Donna absorbed all of the intelligence of a Time Lord into her human brain, and this was going to kill her. She had to have her memory erased and be kept away from anything alien for presumably forever or else the knowledge would return and literally kill her. Donna begged the Doctor not to wipe her memory anyway, because she would rather have died than give up that life. Just like Rose, Donna had planned on staying with the Doctor for the rest of her life.

This was not the case for Martha. Setting aside the fact that Martha was treated like garbage for the duration of her season from a writing standpoint, by the end of season three Martha has realized two things: 1.) that she is goddamn brilliant and never deserved to feel like she was second best, and 2.) that she doesn't want the Doctor anymore. Unlike Rose, Donna, and Captain Jack, Martha leaves the TARDIS of her own free will, to pursue her own life and career outside the Doctor. Even Sarah-Jane says in "School Reunion" that she waited for the Doctor to come back for her; she didn't want to leave, not permanently! But Martha did. She chose to step away. The only other companion to have done this during RTD's run is Mickey, so I guess Martha wasn't the only one; still, she's the only one of the primary companions, the three women, to want to leave. She made that choice herself.

Now, does that mean everything about Martha's ending was perfect? No. As much as the "Smith and Jones" wordplay of her ending with Mickey is amusing (get it, like her first episode), it makes no sense when you consider that she was engaged when she returned in season four, and yet we never hear of that fiance again. I mean, I guess it's fine since it's not like we ever saw him? But what happened there? Why was no thought given to Martha's story there? What was she doing with Mickey in an active war zone? Why no mention of her in these three specials even though, last we heard of her, she was working with UNIT in a really important position? I like Mel well enough, but why couldn't Martha have been there instead? Especially since Martha and Donna had a preexisting friendship, and would have been delighted to see each other again?

With that said though, she doesn't need a Tennant Doctor. She didn't want a Tennant Doctor. Frankly, Tennant's Doctor doesn't deserve her with the way he acted ("Rose would know" right to her face, like -- dude, I get it, you're grieving, but that's fucking rude and Rose would NOT approve you using her memory to make another woman feel bad about herself). Martha's character arc was about recognizing her own brilliance and her own worth; standing on her own two feet as a PROPER doctor, Doctor Martha Jones, walking the earth and saving the world without a TARDIS or Torchwood or a Time Lord brain. Just her own fucking determination and brilliance.

Rose and Donna got Tennant Doctors because that was the way to make their final send-offs satisfying. Rose and a Tennant Doctor got to be in love and happy together in a parallel world, which is fitting considering that they were in love and never wanted to leave each other. Donna and a Tennant Doctor get to be besties and happy together in this reality, so that RTD has a convenient excuse to pull Tennant back into a story if he ever wants to again (since it'd be hard to explain why Tentoo came over, versus having Fourteen right there) . . . but also because, like Rose, Donna never wanted to leave the Doctor, she wanted to be with him forever.

But Martha didn't want that. Martha left on her own accord. She left with a smile on her face and her cell phone on the TARDIS console, so that when she said "here boy!" the Doctor would listen. She left on her terms, with him at her call, only there when she has use for him.

And honestly? Good for her.

#like it was a fucking waste that we didn't see Martha at all in these specials #or even get a mention of her but like #she wouldn't WANT a Tennant Doctor. she was the only one of the 3 who left willingly!#(and honestly who can blame her like fr . . . the shit she put up with bc of him)#(the shit in the Family of Blood episodes gave her just cause to beat his ass into next week honestly)#(she hugs him at the end but honestly she should have beat his ass. just started swinging)#(how dare he do that to her? honestly?? i'm not talking about the love plot bit bc while that was ugh it's like #small potatoes to making her as a Black woman have to WORK IN SERVITUDE TO WHITE PEOPLE #and like the scene where he grabs her arm and throws her from the room? BITCH?????#GOD i'm mad again just THINKING about it #she should have beat his ass so hard he regenerated right then and there. AGH.#ANYWAY #Martha Jones deserved better but getting a Tennant Doctor is not better #not for her. it would be like a punishment honestly #she walked away from him and then you put his sad boy ass back on her doorstep?? hello??? no thank you #doctor who #martha jones #dw spoilers #this probably sounds like I hate Tennant's Doctor but I don't #I just hate how a lot of season 3 was written wrt how Martha was treated #like Martha having very legitimate concerns in the Shakespeare episode about being a Black woman in that time period #and Ten mocks her for being concerned like ???#ARGGGHGHHGHGHGHG #ABOUT TO FLING MYSELF INTO THE TV TO BEAT HIS ASS MYSELF ISTFG #A N Y W A Y

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candiedspit · 1 year

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Sunday

On long drives, I contemplate Eden; that lush valley of green, bursts of shining fruit, sweet animals. Adam missing his rib and Eve with a starry pupil. Touched. Then, destruction in an instant. A blink.

You are never promised what you are given.

I pass a catatonic slur of trees, flatlands, a sign reminding us that Jesus saves. I don’t blame Eve. I know what it means to be deceived, tricked by a talking snake. The lure of realms. The draw of real magic. I used to haunt the streets of Nevada, blitzed as a smudge drawn by a child who believes in rainbows and catastrophe.

I was a drunk, a shadow without a shadow; donkey brains. Once, I passed out on Easter. All of the kiddies slouched in front of the television, action figures sprayed across the carpet. A slather of cake. When you’re kept in the cellar for long enough, that’s what you think the world is. I thought I was worth the dirt on the ground. I thought I was dead.

But things changed.

I was the princess of detox; sweating a hallucinogenic spritz, seeing fairies fucking on the walls. And Stella got me this gig. That was five years ago. I’ve not had a drink since. I abstain like a bearded monk.

I deliver cargo all over, fourteen hour shifts. I use the disgusting gas station showers, the drain full of hairs of a million men, the tiles smeared with atomic piss. Getting fat on Boston cream donuts and stars. The best part is driving. Oldies on the radio, a DJ’s smooth voice at one in the morning. I drive to erase; to forget my mother in her moonlight, my sisters bent over cafeterias, all the women who stole my wings. I drive to eradicate. I drive to destroy; I can forgive Eve. No name. No ideologies. No return address. No shapeless, mumbling nothing waiting for me at home. No begging.

I’m in South Dakota.

All around, the trees stretch out against the breathless dark like naked women. It’s frigid here. I can see my breath. I unload the cargo and then I head north, cutting through the dense forests and narrow roads.

I drive until I reach St. Martha’s Chapel. A small, white chapel out in the middle of a still piece of land. The fog seems to rise. I park and get out. When I walk into the chapel, there are a few glossy wooden pews and a shrine. I sit in a pew and send off a few words. I sit for a moment. There is no one here. I feel a weight upon me. Someone’s giant hand. South Dakota didn’t kill me. There’s a lot to be thankful for.

I feel God; I let go.

As I walk out of the chapel into the harmless, seething, and beautiful night, I get a call from Dixie. An old love. All peroxide bottles and gummy worms. Her voice travels down the line like a pinball. She says hello and apologizes for the hour; she’s drunk. I can tell from her syllables, the stumble of her alphabet. She goes on to say that she loved me as much as she has ever loved a thing. Our time spent in the saloon; wearing her panties in hotel rooms, shards in our tea.

It’s funny, she says though it isn’t.

How you can love someone in a slaughterhouse. How the world turns like a drowsy Ferris wheel. A glint in the trees. I tell her I’m at a chapel.

Where do the prayers go? She asks. I imagine they reach the atmosphere and then fall back down like deflated balloons scraping the ceiling. When it isn’t your birthday anymore.

And you’re getting old.

#my poetry #fiction

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everythingpresley · 1 year

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 23

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

|| Word Count: 6,686

Author's note: I hope you don't find this chapter boring because it's mostly recapping what happened previously. Also warning: Elvis being a simp the entire chapter lol.

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Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 23

Elvis’ POV

Two months ago

I rushed back home excited to see Jess, I hadn’t seen her all day and I just couldn't wait to see her and kiss her and other things… The guys all piled into the kitchen while Martha hustled her way to make us all sandwiches. I peeked through the windows and spotted Jess and Grace sitting by the pool with their feet in the water, they had their backs turned towards the house.

I grinned and moved to the door, I opened it and started walking towards them. I was still far away from them, closer to the house when I heard Jess talk about some interview in New York.

“I-I don’t know Grace. This has been my dream for so long. Living in New York, working in one of the big fours. And they want me as a consultant rather than an Auditor so it’s even better for me.” Jess said, making my steps falter.

What the heck was she talking about? New York? I felt my heart race at the thought of Jess being so far away from me. I can’t do long distance, I can not be away from her for long periods of time.

“But you don’t want to go.” Grace stated.

“No, I-I don’t know. I mean I love this job. I love being here. And Elvis-“ Jess sighed. My heart perked up, it’s fine. She doesn't want to go, she wants me… right?

“I don’t know Jess. You have to make this decision, no one else can make it for you.” Grace replied.

“I think my heart is telling me to stay here. To be with Elvis.” Jess said and then groaned “God I’m throwing away my dream for this man.”

I couldn't breathe. My heart stopped for a second. She’s giving up her dreams for me. For me. I’m the person standing between her and her happiness.

“Sometimes we have to make sacrifices for the people we love.” Grace said “You have two weeks to make a final decision. Think about it.”

“Yeah.” Jess sighed.

I gulped and quickly rushed back inside before they could see or hear me. Shit. I ran up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door shut. I sat on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. I can’t not be with her. It took so long for us to actually be together. I’ve been in love with this girl from the moment I met her two and somewhat years ago. Every girl, every kiss was Jess. She's constantly on my mind. Every little thing reminds me of her. How am I supposed to let her go? I can’t. I won’t. Even she said it herself… she wants me. So I’ll just pretend like I didn’t hear what she said.

But she’s giving up her dreams… I would’ve never let anyone come between me and my dreams unless I had met Jess back then then maybe I would’ve given up everything for her.

A few minutes later Jess came in. There she is. The love of my life. My perfect girl. She could tell something was wrong but I just brushed it off and told her to come and sit on my lap and hug me. I sighed when her arms wrapped around me. I tightened my arms around her and inhaled her sweet scent.

I couldn't sleep that night, my mind kept me up even when I was in Jess’ arms where I felt the most at peace. I called Ella the next day, I needed to know that I was making the right choice of keeping her here with me.

“Hey Ella.” I smiled even though she can’t see it.

“Elvis? Hi!” She answered brightly.

“Hi, I wanted to ask you about Jess-“ I started.

“Oh is this about Jess’ interview?” She asked.

I sighed “Yeah. I don’t get it, isn’t she paying for your tuition?”

“Oh she didn't tell you?” Ella asked.

“Tell me what?” I winced, where there new developments I wasn't aware of? She was keeping secrets from me now?

“I was able to fix my grades and reapply for a new scholarship and I got it! So, she doesn't need to pay for me anymore.”

“Oh.” I gulped. I remember her saying that the only reason she took the job as my assistant was because she needed a higher pay, her previous job didn't pay her as much. Now that Ella has her scholarship she doesn't need this job anymore “So, what about this interview?”

“She seemed reluctant when I called her the other day to tell her about my scholarship. Jess hates change and I knew she got comfortable here but she’s destined to live in New York! It has been her dream ever since she was a little girl! So… I took matters in my own hands and applied for her. It’s a job in a consulting firm which she used to talk about all the time.” Ella replied.

Oh no. My heart hurts, I could feel the back of my neck heating up. I’m gonna throwing up.

“Hmm.” I hummed not knowing what to say.

“Elvis, she’s very reluctant. You need to talk to her, you’ll convince her. She’ll listen to you.” Ella continued.

“Ella…” I shook my head “I-I can’t. I-I need her.” I whispered.

“You’ll find another assistant.” Crap. I forgot she doesn't know about us.

“Yeah…” I gulped “But not one as good as her.”

“Oh come on. She needs this, Elvis. It’s her dream.”

“Yeah. It’s her dream. You’re right.” I chuckled with no humor whatsoever “Thanks Ella but please don’t tell her we talked.”

“Yeah of course, she’ll get mad at me if I told her I tried to convince you to let her go. She already got slightly mad that I applied to a new job for her.” Ella chuckled.

We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I have to let her go. I have to let her do this. I swallowed down my tears and decided that I have a week to say goodbye. I have a week to let her go. But I can’t just let her go cold turkey, I needed to get her out of my system. She has to go, she has to accomplish her dreams. So, I filled up our schedule (me and the Mafia). I filled it up with meetings, recording sessions and the most random errands that would get us out of the house for the entire day. I needed to put some distance between me and her but late at night I just wanted to be in her arms. I couldn’t sleep that entire week and she could tell I was upset about something but I had to brush it off and blame it on my “busy” work schedule. I cried my nights away in the bathroom before getting back in bed to try and get some sleep while cuddling her close to me. I held her tightly against me and just observed as her chest would rise and fall. Her pouty mouth slightly open and her long, dark lashes fanned out over her cheekbones. I traced my finger over the bridge of her nose, my beautiful girl. I bit my lip, tears gathering in my eyes as I stared at her. How am I supposed to get over her? How am I supposed to live everyday without her now that I’ve had a taste of life with her. She made everything a million times better.

“I love you.” I whispered, caressing her soft cheek “I love you so much.”

We had one more day, tomorrow I needed to end it. I had to say goodbye and give her enough time to get settled in New York. She would have a full week to settle down before her interview, enough time to find an apartment.

Today I decided to enjoy the day with her. It was Joe Esposito’s kid’s birthday, I came home early for the party and spotted Jess playing musical chairs with the kids. I grinned seeing her actually play seriously against these tiny kids. It was so funny seeing her beat them at musical chairs.

Seeing Jess with kids made my heart ache with want. I wanted this. Her and our little kids running around here at Graceland. She’d make an amazing mom. I don't think I would make a good dad but Jess would be there to help me become better.

It was now down to her and Ethan (one of the kids). When Grace spotted the music, Ethan launched forward and shoved Jess away, stealing the seat.

“Ethan!” Jess laughed, throwing her head back.

“Loser!” I yelled.

She whipped around and gasped “Asshole.” she mouthed.

I gasped and placed a hand over my chest, in mock hurt.

“Hey you.” She smiled softly, walking over to me.

“Hi.” I grinned “I wish I could kiss you right now.” I sighed, taking her in. I did really want to kiss her right now. I was a sucker for Jess in a sundress. She had her dark hair down in curls and pushed back by a headband. Only thing I love more than Jess with a headband was Jess in a cowboy hat.

We then decided to go on the inflatable slide, we held hands and jumped before sliding down the slide. The night winded down and we sat around the fire pit outside, I sat with the guys but my mind kept drifting back to the fact that this was our last night together. Tomorrow I had to let her go. I don’t know if I’ll be able to. I prayed to God for the strength to actually end things. I wasn’t confident that I could actually let her go. I headed for my room deciding to call it a night, I hoped Jess would come up after me and she did.

I felt awful about avoiding her the entire week. I knew she wanted to spend the night with me like I did because she mentioned how much she misses me. I missed her so much already and she was right in front of me.

I kissed her with everything in me, I wanted to tell her how much I love her, how she changed me for the better and made me a happier man through the kiss. She could tell this was different because she looked at me with curious but loving eyes. I wanted to take my time with her tonight, slow. Gentle. Tender. Loving. I wanted to savor every touch and every kiss. I wanted to keep an image of her like this in my mind. She ruined me, I can’t even imagine being with anyone else.

As I thrusted into her my eyes started to blur with tears, I couldn’t hold back my tears. I could feel them slide down my face and land on Jess’ face causing her eyes to snap open. She looked at me with a terrified expression on her face, her green eyes wide in confusion.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” She asked, cupping my cheeks. I stopped thrusting into her as a sob escaped my throat. I couldn’t take it anymore, I fell into her arms and sobbed into her neck. I held her tightly maybe if I kept my arms wrapped around her like this she won’t leave. She’ll stay here with me and everything will be okay. The tears wouldn't stop flowing and I was sobbing uncontrollably.

“Honey, please tell me what’s wrong?” Jess asked frantically, wrapping her arms around me.

“Please don’t leave me.” I whimpered against her neck. Fuck. I hope she didn't hear that.

“What?” she asked.

I didn’t respond.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Elvis. I’m right here.” She said. I pulled out of her but stayed in her arms. I wish it was true. I wish those words brought some comfort to me but they didn’t. And that’s how my last night with Jess came to an end, with me sobbing in her arms until I passed out.

I was able to sleep for a few hours before I got up. I was in the same position I fell asleep in, laying on top of Jess with my face in her neck. She was asleep as well. That’s it. Today was the day I would say goodbye to her and I don’t even know if I’ll ever see her again after today.

She’s going to be sad but only for a moment then she’ll be so happy and excited to be going to New York and working at the job of her dreams. It will all be worth it. I hoped at least. I needed to be harsh with her and just end it because if we were to actually have a conversation she’ll say she wants to stay and be with me based on her conversation with Grace but I can’t stand between her and her dreams. In a few years when we’re married and we have kids would she regret not giving her dreams a go? Would she regret choosing to be with me? Would she resent me in a few years? I wouldn’t be able to handle that. It would break me even more for her to fall out of love with me while I’m so in love with her.

I left for the entire day just running the stupidest errands as an excuse to not be at home and keep my mind from drifting back to Jess. I was failing horribly at the second part, I couldn't stop thinking of Jess. As the cars rolled onto the driveway I spotted Jess sitting by the tree where we would always sit. I felt a lump form in my throat when I saw her, I headed into the house instead. Any other day I would’ve rushed to wherever she was but I wanted to stall this conversation.

I was only in my room for a few minutes before she came in.

I had to tell her everything I did not actually believe. I had to tell her that this wasn't working and we should’ve never crossed that boundary. It felt foreign saying those words, my tongue felt heavy as if my body was rejecting the words that were coming out of my mouth. My heart broke in pieces as I told her that I was bored and that she was pathetic and desperate for love. I could feel my eyes burning, I couldn’t look her in the eyes. If I did I knew I would break, I would pull her back in my arms and never let her go. I was looking at her without actually looking, my eyes were blurry and I was doing everything possible not to cry in front of her. Jess didn’t believe what I was saying so I had to be harsher I had to make her see that going to New York was the only option, following her dreams was the only way to go.

“God you turned out to be like every other girl I had slept with. We never agreed that this was something more. Why are you looking for something more from someone who doesn't want you?” I growled, stepping even closer to Jess. I had to switch to being angry. She needed to get out of here right now I couldn't hold my tears in much longer. The words I uttered were furthest thing from the truth, I wanted her. I needed her.

“I need you out by tomorrow morning, Jess.” I sighed, stepping away from her. Her scent was overwhelming my senses I wanted to bury my face in the crook of her neck and just hold her to me.

“I’ll pay for whatever you need. If you need a place to stay, I can pay for it.” I would pay for whatever she needed until she got the job but she needed to be in New York I heard it takes a while to actually find an apartment.

“I don’t want your money. Fuck you, Elvis.” she hissed, tears finally rolling down her face. I bit my lip wanting to reach forward and kiss away her tears but before I could she turned and rushed out of my bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

As soon as the door clicked shut, tears escaped my eyes and ran down my face. I growled and swiped my hands at everything that was on my table, books, vases and lamps came crashing down. I couldn't stop the anger and hurt from taking over my body. I punched the mirror and broke it, injuring my hand in the process. The same hand that was still healing from punching that asshole Matt for kissing my Jess. Old wounds reopened and blood rushed from my knuckles down to my forearm. I wish this pain would take over my body instead of the intense pain my heart was in right now. My stomach was in knots, my mind refused to believe that that was the last time I would see Jess.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I muttered, tears nonstop streaming down my face. I cleaned up my wound and wrapped it up, it felt better when Jess did it the last time.

I laid in my bed, looking up at the ceiling with my arms outstretched beside me. My heart was pounding in my chest at every creak and sound hoping it was Jess coming back up the stairs. The sun rose and she never came and I didn't go to her. I made sure to call up Jerry to take her to wherever she wanted to go to. I’m not sure if she’s going to stay somewhere here in Memphis or if she’s going straight to the airport. My heart clenched at the thought of her being miles and miles away from me.

I heard a car pull up so I got out of bed and stood by the window, looking down to see Jerry step out of his car. He was here to pick her up and away from my life. I waited until I spotted her and Jerry walk back to his car with multiple suitcases. I gulped and swallowed down the bile that rose up my throat. My heart rate sped up anxiously as I watched them load her bags in the trunk.

“Please don’t go.” I thought sadly, my eyes becoming glassy once more with tears “Please don’t leave me.”

Jerry closed the trunk and got into the driver seat but my eyes were glued on Jess. She stood for a second and then looked up towards my window. I think my heart stopped that second and I stopped breathing.

We made eye contact. This was the last time I would see those eyes. “I love you.” I thought, wishing she could hear the words that were running through my mind. Wishing she could see that everything I said last night were lies, wishing she could see how much I actually loved her.

“Please, please don’t get in the car.” I muttered when she broke eye contact and got into the passenger side without looking back.

My breathing changed, I was huffing as if I had just ran a marathon. I clenched my eyes shut and placed the palm of my hand on top of my chest, it was getting harder to breathe. I swallowed down, my eyes snapping open.

What the heck was happening to me?

I can’t breathe. It hurt to breathe and my heart was pounding out of my chest.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I chanted repeatedly but I couldn’t.

I gulped and launched myself towards the door pulling it open.

“Daddy!” I rasped, couldn’t really yell.

“Son?”

“Get up here.” I groaned.

“What’s going on?” He asked, jogging up the stairs but stopped mid way when he saw me leaning my weight against the door.

“I-I ca-can’t b-“ I started to say but then my eyes rolled to the back of my head and darkness took over.

I woke up in back in bed with Daddy and Dr. Nick hovering over me.

“Are you alright son? What happened?” Daddy asked, fear evident on his face.

“No.” I muttered. I’m not okay “I don’t know what happened.”

“Your heart rate is back to normal, what did you feel before you passed out?”

“I couldn’t breathe and my chest hurt.” I replied.

“Did you feel anxious about something?” Dr. Nick asked “These are signs of a panic attack. At first I thought it could be a heart attack but your heart rate is back to normal.”

“Yeah, I was feeling anxious.” I muttered. I panicked when I saw Jess leave, when I saw the car leave the driveway with her and her things in it.

“Why? What happened?” Dad asked.

“Nothing.” I sighed “I just wanna go to bed.” I muttered.

“Sure, rest. But I need to monitor your heart rate just in case.” Dr. Nick replied.

I nodded and pulled the covers over my head, rolling to sleep on my side. I grabbed the pillow Jess always laid on, cuddling it close to me. It still smelt like her and it brought me slight comfort.

I was able to sleep just for an hour but that was it, I was up again. I stayed up in my room the entire day just watching TV without actually watching TV. I tried re-reading the prophet but Jess’ copy that she annotated, I traced her handwriting and closed it back up when the pages started to stain from my tears.

God I’m pathetic. Crying over some girl… but she wasn’t just some girl.

Once it was midnight and the house got quiet, the guys finally left after spending the entire day here. I walked downstairs to Jess’ room. I pushed the door open and my heart clenched in my chest at the empty room. Only thing left was the bed, vanity, closet and side tables. And the Christmas gift I got her. She left her cowboy hats and boots. Ouch.

Other than that, everything else was gone. Her pictures, her makeup, her perfumes, her books and clothes all gone. And damn it it killed me.

I closed the door shut behind me and got into her bed. I sniffed her pillow and closed my eyes. Finally, sleep took over and I actually slept this time.

“Elvis. Elvis.” I heard dad's voice. I blinked my eyes open “What are you doing down here?”

“I couldn't sleep.” I muttered.

“We’ve been looking all over for you.”

I didn't reply instead I stared up at the ceiling, I then saw that her bedside drawer was slightly open. I reached forward and pushed it shut but it opened back up. I sat up and opened it fully to inspect why it wasn't closing when I spotted our pictures together when we were riding Rising Sun.

I let out an audible breath, my eyes stinging as I pulled out the pictures and stared down at them. She left them here. What the heck?

I felt the bed dip slightly, dad sat at the edge of the bed and I could feel him staring at me.

“She left them here?” I muttered to myself, my voice wavering as I spoke.

“Elvis?” Dad said.

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

“Did something happen between you and Jess?” He asked.

No use keeping it a secret anymore “Yes Daddy. We were together.” I gulped, my mouth turning into a frown.

“For how long?”

“About four months.” I muttered.

“I saw how you two just kept getting closer and closer to each other. Even the guys thought it was weird that you weren't bringing girls back with you.”

I threw the pictures down on my lap and covered my face with my hands.

“You should never hire pretty girls.” He joked.

I looked up at him and glared, this was such wrong timing to be cracking jokes “It’s not about her beauty Dad! Yes, she’s beautiful but she’s pure, sweet, kind, funny.” I listed all of her features that made me fall madly in love with her, my voice cracking as I spoke and tears started to roll down my face “S-she made me f-feel truly loved and understood.” I stuttered.

“Oh Elvis. I’m sorry son.” Dad said and placed a hand on my shoulder.

The next month passed achingly slow. Everything hurt and I started relying on pills to sleep again. When I was with Jess I started using them less and less, I only took pills before shows for energy but now I was just taking anything to ease the pain from my back, my knees and for sleep. I would throw parties at Graceland but when the girls flocked over to me I would retreat to my room mid party. I couldn't stand it, I felt like I was cheating on Jess when they would sit on my lap and play with my hair. The only girl I wanted to be siting on my lap was Jess.

One full month had gone by and the only thing I know about Jess was from Ella and it was that she got the job. I restrained myself from calling Ella daily to ask about Jess. I asked Jerry multiple times if Grace had mentioned anything, he would just shrug. Speaking of Grace, I haven't seen her since Jess left, she’s been avoiding me and Graceland as a whole. I know she rooted for us, she kind of pushed us together and always insisted that there was something there, she probably hated me now that I broke her best friend’s heart.

I would some times go to sleep in Jess’ room but it got harder when reality sunk in that she wasn’t coming back. The Colonel and Daddy started hounding me about getting a new assistant because of the extra work that now fell back on the Colonel but I refused. I can’t stand the idea of someone else taking her job and sleeping in her bed. It didn't feel right.

Grace showed up one day with Jerry. I was happy to see her, it felt like a piece of Jess was here back in Graceland but she ignored me the entire time. She actually ignored me for a while except for the occasional glare she sent my way until she finally exploded when we were on our own. Whenever she was around it was when all the guys and their wives were around except for today. Her and Jerry were the first ones to arrive.

“Hi Grace.” I greeted when I came down from my room and spotted her and Jerry in the living room “Jerry.” I nodded at him.

She frowned and glared down at me.

“Relax.” Jerry muttered to her. Oh she was still pissed.

“What the fuck Elvis?!” She exploded after a few seconds “I don’t get it! You love her! What the hell! I know you’re lying you asshole!”

“Grace!” Jerry yelled and pulled her arm.

“Jerry.” I muttered and shook my head no. Let her speak her mind.

“I hope you’re miserable now! I hope someone breaks your heart like you broke her heart.” Grace said getting up in my face. I clenched my jaw, I would not cry in front of her and Jerry. What she didn't know was that my heart was probably in a worse condition than Jess’.

“God you're so stupid! You lost an amazing girl! She actually cared for you! She didn't care that you were Elvis Presley, she loved you for you!”

I gulped and looked away. Did she love me? Did she love me like I loved her? She never said those words.

“I don’t get it! All those things you said in the Hospital when she was in a coma, was that all a lie?! You’re just scared to admit that you’re in love with her.”

“Enough, Grace.” Jerry said.

Grace huffed and shook her head “I wanna go home.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Jerry replied and they left.

The other times we saw each other, she avoided me like the plague. Still I walked over to her every time and asked her the same question.

“How’s Jess?”

“Why do you care?” She asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

“We were friends, she was my assistant. Just because I didn't want to be with her doesn't mean I didn't care about her.” I replied. Half lies are better than full lies in my opinion.

“She great Elvis.” She grinned “She’s happy. She’s loving life in New York and has made friends and is settling great at her new job.”

I gulped, she’s probably over me by now. She’s happy. Great. I just hoped she wasn't seeing anyone. I really tried my hardest not to be selfish but damn it I wanted her to be mine and only mine even when she’s miles and miles away from me.

“Good. Glad everyone is happy.” I muttered and snatched a beer from the table even though I don’t really drink but right now I just needed something to take the edge off.

I was losing weight from the lack of eating and the pills which ruined my appetite. I started playing racquetball for hours and hours as a distraction with the guys. I hadn’t realized how much weight I had gained when I was with Jess, we did eat a lot when we were together. I recorded more heartfelt ballads because I just didn't want to sing any upbeat songs, I wanted to portray what I was going through right now and the upbeat songs just didn't sound good to me right now. I tried my hardest to distract myself but at the end of the day when I got to bed it would hit me all over again.

A month later I was sat outside by the pool with my feet in the water, my house was too loud right now. There was a party currently going on but it was too hot to be outside so I knew no one would bother me. I sipped shitty beer and just looked up at the night sky. It was very humid and hot but the pool was cool and the beer in my hand was cold.

I missed Jess. I missed her so much. I wanted to call her just to hear her voice. I wanted to see her just from a far, just for a second. I got our pictures developed and they were my favorite thing in the whole world because for a minute I can look at them and pretend we were back in Hawaii, happy and together. That was the only piece of Jess I had left and some of her shirts that she left in my bedroom however her scent was slowly fading off of them.

Unknowingly, tears started to flow once again. I was getting sick and tired of crying whenever I was alone.

“Are you crying?” Grace popped up out of nowhere.

I gasped and turned my head to look at her with wide eyes “Holy shit, Grace! You scared the crap outta me! When did you get here?”

“Just now. I didn't think anyone was here. It was super dark, I couldn't see you until I got closer and I heard you sniff.”

“I wasn't crying.” I grumbled, wiping my eyes quickly.

“Really?” She asked crossing her arms over her chest.

“It’s… the humidity.” I replied lamely.

“Hmm.” She nodded then took off her shoes and sat next to me.

“Why are you siting here next to me? I thought you hated me.” I replied, looking off in the distance.

“I don’t hate you.” She grumbled quietly “I hate what you did to Jess.”

I winced, I hate what I did to her too.

“Why Elvis?” She asked after a beat “I know you love her. Heck, you’re crazy about her. Everyone can tell there’s something wrong with you except not everyone knows you and Jess had something. I can tell you’re sad.”

“You’re seeing things then.” I muttered playing with the label of the beer.

“Elvis. Seriously. You confided in me. You were distraught when you thought you were going to lose her without ever telling her how you felt about her. You were scared and decided to end it but now you realize what you’re missing and regret ever ending it.”

I stayed quiet. I’m tired of acting like this wasn't affecting me. I’m tired of acting like I was okay.

“I miss her.” I whispered after a moment of silence.

“Good! You deserve to be miserable! You thought you were too good for her!” Grace exploded.

“It wasn't like that Grace.” I gulped “I know about the job interview.”

“What?” Grace furrowed her eyebrows.

“I heard you two talking. I heard her say she’s giving up her dreams for me.” I whispered, blinking back tears.

“Oh my god.” She whispered in disbelief “Please tell me you weren't stupid and left her because she said that.”

“I did.”

“Oh my god! Elvis! She was ready to sacrifice everything to be with you, you idiot!”

“I know! I know! Okay! And that’s exactly why I ended it! I couldn’t let her do that! She had to let go of her dreams once before, I wasn't about to let her do it again!” I exploded “I wanted to do right by her!”

“Elvis.” Grace shook her head.

“You have to understand where I’m coming from Grace. That girl means the world to me and I want her to be happy. I don’t want to be a selfish bastard when it comes to her.”

Grace stayed quiet while I spoke.

“A few years from now when we’re married with kids I don't want her to start resenting me for giving up on her dreams to be with me, I wouldn't be able to handle her hating me or l-leaving me.”

“So you left her before she could leave you?” Grace asked confused.

“No.” I shook my head “I wanted her to give this a shot and if we had discussed it she would've convinced me that she would rather be with me so I didn't give her that option. I want her to chase her dreams. Ella said it’s been her dream to live and work in New York ever since she was a little girl. I find it hard to believe that she wouldn't be hung up on never trying it out. She’s giving up years of built up dreams for four months of being with me.” I shrugged “This is exactly why I don’t go for career girls. It’s my number one rule and I broke it, serves me right.”

“I love her so much Grace.” I whispered “I thought I was in love with all those other girls. Anita, June… but I wasn’t. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’ve never actually been in love before. Being with Jess made me realize it.”

“You two are meant to be together.” She whispered.

“If we were meant to be together then she wouldn't be so happy living in New York.” I whispered, frowning while looking down at the beer in my hand “She would be missing me and wanting to be with me.”

Grace looked up at the sky while biting her lip anxiously as if she had something to say but didn't want to say it.

“Look. I’m gonna say something and Jess is probably going to hate me for it but in the long run I think she’d thank me for interfering.”

“What?” I looked at her in confusion.

“She’s not happy.” Grace gulped, looking at me.

“What? But you said-“

“I know what I said! I lied. She is not happy. She’s sad and she misses you. She’s heartbroken, Elvis.”

My heart raced at Grace’s words. Could it be that we’re meant to be together?

“She wants to be with you. She even said maybe New York isn't for her.”

“Oh my god.” I whispered “Why didn't you tell me?!”

“Because! You said you didn't want to be with her! I didn't know all of this!”

“Shit.” I whispered, placing the beer next to me on the ground and ran my hands through my hair “I need to go see her. I need to apologize. I need to go get her back.”

“Yes! Go!” Grace ushered.

We both stood up, lifting our feet out of the pool “I’m going. Don’t tell anyone where I am. What’s her address?”

“I’ll write it down for you.”

“Tell Jerry to get the plane ready but tell him not mention it to anyone, not Red, not Joe, not Dad and definitely not the Colonel. No one will let me go alone.”

“Okay don’t worry.” Grace nodded.

“Thanks Grace.” I gave her a timid smile “Let’s hope she forgives me.”

I rushed inside, ignoring everyone at the party. I packed whatever shirts and pants I could find and stuffed it in a suitcase. I picked up our pictures and shoved them in the bag as well. I also took her cowboy hats and boots, stuffing them in another big suitcase. Those are hers and she loved them so much, I know she’d love to have them back. I wish she wasn't trying to erase every memory of me and her together but honestly after the things I said to her I wouldn't blame her if she tried to forget I ever existed. My words were mean and disgusting but I didn't mean them.

Oh please, please, please forgive me. Please. I can’t do life without her. This can’t be the end for us. All those days, all those nights. Our little drives, our picnics, our little talks right before going to sleep, our regular McDonald’s dates. Us just being together. Content and happy. I need this. I need her. And I’m getting her back. And I’m not coming back until I have her with me.

A few hours later I was in Jess’ apartment building, standing right in front of her apartment door. If Grace actually gave me the right address. I gulped and ran my hands through my hair, fixing it to make sure I actually looked good. I wanted her to take one look at me and remember what she loved about me. I fixed my collar and tucked my shirt in properly. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

The door opened and I could see half of Jess’ face peek out from the slight opening. She had a smile on her face that was wiped when she spotted me standing in her hallway. She closed the door and I could hear her undo the deadbolt. She opened the door again and my heart soared. Lord did I miss her. She stepped out in the hallway and shut the door behind her.

I love you.

I’m here, after two months for not seeing her, she’s still as beautiful as ever. And she’s also wearing a headband. My heart hurts just from seeing her. My whole world. I can’t believe I gave her up for two months. How did I survive? I wanted to reach over and run my hands through her hair. I wanted to cup her cheeks and kiss those beautiful, soft lips. Those lips that only belonged to me. I want to stare into her green eyes for the rest of my life.

“Elvis?” she asked quietly, her eyes wide in confusion. The sound of her voice sent my heart soaring.

The corners of my mouth turned down, I could feel my lower lip tremble. Seeing her in front of me brought instant tears to my eyes. I can’t believe I’m standing here in front of her. I never thought I’d see her again.

“Hi.” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

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