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Moonlight - Chapter Thirteen

A woman’s life is turned completely upside-down when she encounters some demons in the woods.

I will be putting specific warnings for each chapter as they come out, there is smut and violence in some but I'll tag those chapters accordingly.

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Union

The ceremony was about to begin, and she still hadn't seen him. Patience had always been her virtue, but her nerves were starting to fray. She was mere moments away from achieving her goal, the taste of it almost sweeter than blood.

To calm herself, she started snooping around, making her way up to the second floor. Almost immediately, she found the library, and it was like being transported back in time to the old hall. Picking up a book and flipping through it with the same enthusiasm she had an eternity ago, she could almost feel his arms around her again, his lips trailing along her shoulder. Back then, she was a different person, a lost and broken soul who knew nothing of the world. The girl she used to be could never imagine the beautiful people and places she would come across, as well as the fulfilling lives she would lead. Yet, that girl possessed something Emma wanted more than all of that, something she hoped to have again.

The sound of live music reached her ears, signaling the beginning of the ceremony. She wandered back towards the ballroom from the second floor. That's when she saw him, standing next to Klaus, looking down on the proceedings. He looked amazing, his dark hair perfectly styled, and his dark suit impeccably tailored. Still as handsome as ever. Klaus turned and looked at her, giving her a cheeky smile, pressing his index finger to his lips. Fucker, she thought.

She moved closer, standing next to him, and looked down at the bride and groom as they exchanged vows. For the first time in centuries, she looked up at Elijah's face, his dark eyes fixed below. He hadn't noticed her yet, his gaze filled with deep sorrow as he watched the bride. Her heart broke for him; he was exactly as she remembered, but there was more pain hidden behind his eyes. She wanted to reach out and caress his face, tell him that everything was going to be okay. Below them, the bride and groom kissed, and the crowd erupted in howls and cheers. That's when he looked at her.

It was like something had cracked open in her mind, and everything she had forgotten about her human life came flooding back. Tomas' face swam to the surface, his agonized screams echoing as Elijah twisted his leg. How could she have forgotten the look in his dark eyes as he snuffed the life out of her husband? The problem was that he was giving her the same look now.

"Emma," he said coldly, glancing at Klaus, who leaned against the railings, watching them with an amused look on his face. "How?" He muttered to Klaus. "Is this the work of Finn or Esther?"

Deep pained humiliation coursed through her whole body. She felt incredibly stupid for doing this. A small, sad part of her had hoped for an epic reunion. She had imagined his arms wrapping around her as they both whispered apologies for ancient mistakes. Her cheeks flushed red, and she started to walk away, ready to run as far away from New Orleans as possible.

Klaus chuckled, "It's really her brother. Our one and only lost little lamb has finally found her way home."

Elijah grabbed her arm; it was the first time in a long time she was up against someone stronger than her. Flashes of Tomas with his hands around her throat clouded her mind with fear.

Then she felt his hand caress her cheek, his eyes raking over every detail of her face. He looked deep into her eyes, with the same warm look he used to give her.

"Emma," he said, his voice cracking. He placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her into a tight embrace, his familiar scent overwhelming her senses. The feeling of being in his arms made her feel so safe and protected, just as she remembered.

"Hello, dark one," she said softly, burying her face in his shoulder.

"How?" He stuttered, pulling back to look at her face, his hands gripping her waist.

"Well, after we parted, I kept on living. Yada yada, centuries passed, now I'm here," she responded, her nerves completely destroying her ability to speak eloquently.

He chuckled, affectionately tucking her hair behind her ear as a warm smile spread across his handsome face. She felt Klaus moving behind her, heading to another room. Elijah's eyes locked onto him, his expression hardening, his smile disappearing into a thin line.

"Forgive me, I will be right back," he said to her softly. "Please, do not leave." He let go of her and followed his brother, his shoulders hunched and angry.

Emma stood there for a moment, looking down at the wedding party. The stunning bride was greeting her guests, a beautiful smile on her face as she held hands with her new husband. Emma let out a long sigh, a sense of relief washed over her, then a sense of dread. I finally found him, now what? She thought.

She couldn't help but eavesdrop on Klaus and Elijah arguing in the other room. Naturally, Klaus wanted to kill the groom, and noble Elijah wasn't going to let that happen. "Face the facts, you are even now forcing yourself to deny. You want Jackson dead just as much as I do. In fact, I think you want it more."

It amused her how little they had changed over the centuries. Elijah would always do what's right, regardless of what he desired. Klaus would always tell you the painful truth, regardless of how it would hurt you. She could hear Elijah follow Klaus deeper into the compound, probably finding a more private location to continue their argument. She wandered in the other direction, taking in the decor of their home; everything about it was just so them. She heard the sounds of a baby cooing, a strange sound to hear in the present environment. She followed it and, to her surprise, found Cami sitting in a rocking chair, holding precious new life.

Cami looked up at her, her expression mildly fearful. "You shouldn't be here," she said, gripping the baby closer to her.

"Fucking hell, Cami, do you think I'm going to hurt the baby?" Emma laughed. "What did I do to make you think I'm some sort of diabolical monster?"

Cami let out a relieved sigh, "I'm sorry; it's been a crazy few weeks."

Emma took in the room, a beautifully built cradle and one of Klaus' paintings on the wall. "Is this… Klaus's child?" Emma stuttered, rendered speechless by the revelation.

"Yes," said Cami softly, smiling down at the baby. "Her name is Hope."

Emma felt tears welling up in her eyes. It was probably the most beautiful news she had heard in a long time. "That's… She's… Beautiful."

Emma looked at the perfect baby girl in Camis arms; she couldn't believe such miracles really existed.

Cami looked up at Emma, "How was your reunion with Elijah?" She asked, surveying Emma's face, she could see that her eyes were a bit teary; the icy beauty was actually moved by the existence of Hope.

"Brief," Emma said, walking to the window and looking down at the street below. "Hopefully, to be continued."

"What happened between you two?" Cami asked.

"He went off to argue with Klaus," Emma responded.

"No, I meant what happened back then." Cami prodded, her eyes fixed on Emma's blank expression; the woman reminded her a lot of Elijah. She controlled her emotions so well it was almost frightening.

Emma looked at Cami, her expression softening. "What have you heard?" She asked.

"That the entire family loved you, protected you, and killed for you. Then one day you disappeared," Cami said cautiously.

"That is a bit of an exaggeration, Marcel is such a little gossip," Emma replied.

Cami chuckled, "True."

Emma turned and sat next to Cami, looking down at Hope with a sweet smile on her face. "Alright, I'll tell you, but I expected client confidentiality."

Cami nodded, watching Emma closely.

"And Hope, I expect you to keep your mouth shut," Emma joked, gently squeezing the baby's foot.

Cami stood and placed the baby in her crib, then sat down with Emma, giving her complete attention.

Emma shifted uncomfortably for a moment and then began. "Long story short, I was a naïve village girl who caught the eye of a certain Mikaelson. He saved me from a wretched existence, and I traveled with him and his family for a time. All I craved was absolute freedom, and they granted it to me. I reveled in their company, partaking in every hedonistic act I desired. Klaus and I had a particular affinity in that regard." Emma paused, her gaze on Cami with a wistful smile. "Yet, as time passed, there was only one thing I couldn't obtain—eternity."

Cami nodded, her interest piqued. "They didn't want to turn you?"

"Elijah didn't," Emma said in a hushed tone. "He believed I wasn't ready, and I began to resent him for it. I thought he wanted me to remain his delicate little flower, something he needed to protect. Little did I know, he saw a darkness within me, and he understood that if I were turned, it would consume me."

Cami reached out, taking Emma's hand in a reassuring gesture. Emma's façade of perfection had crumbled, revealing the vulnerable village girl beneath.

Emma took a deep breath, composing herself, and continued, "I persuaded Klaus to turn me behind Elijah's back. I begged him. He relented, thinking he could guide me. However, once I rose from the dead, I went on an uncontrollable rampage."

Cami couldn't help but shudder at the mental image of Emma wreaking havoc.

"After a few days, Elijah found me; I had left a trail of devastation through an entire town. When he saw me, I was drenched in blood, surrounded by the lifeless bodies of my victims. I told him that we could now be together for eternity." Emma released Cami's hand, turning her gaze away in shame.

A few moments passed in silence, Emma's face painted with a mix of pain and regret. "I'll never forget the look on his face," she whispered, "He was heartbroken and ashamed of me." She wiped a tear from her cheek, shaking her head slightly and composing herself.

"So I ran away, literally, vampire sped away for hours," Emma chuckled bitterly. "It took me years to pull myself together. When I finally mustered the courage to search for them, they were long gone. The town I massacred had attracted Mikael's attention."

"What did you do next?" Cami asked.

"I encountered other vampires, although during those times, we didn't identify ourselves as such. I made sporadic attempts to locate the Mikaelsons over the centuries, but eventually, I abandoned the search. I moved forward with my life, dedicating myself to bringing beauty into the world rather than chaos. Fell in love numerous times and broke numerous hearts. But Elijah's face was always there in the back of my mind, like a ghost I could never forget."

Emma shrugged and stood up; she felt jittery and exposed. She walked back to the window, watching the raucous wedding party dance through the streets. She loved the culture of this city; it was so rich and lively.

"So, there you have it, my story. Feel free to incorporate it into your thesis if you wish. My research focused on how the fear of damnation can influence one's perspective on the meaning of life," Emma stated with a playful grin, turning toward Cami.

Cami smiled back, genuinely interested. "What were your findings?"

"I'll let you know when I've figured it out," Emma chuckled.

They both fell into a comfortable silence, watching the party below as baby Hope slept. Emma could faintly make out Klaus and Elijah arguing from across the compound; she parsed through the sounds of the party below, honing in on their location, she couldn't resist listening closer.

"It's amusing, listening to you defend the man who married the woman you love. But then you have always coveted that which is not yours to have." She heard Klaus yell.

The sound of a saxophone prevented her from hearing Elijah's response, so she walked away from the window, hoping to catch it again.

"... now perhaps a better man has entered Hope's life and seeing that you are shaken to your core." She heard Elijah respond.

"You have the audacity to analyze me? That's ambitious, considering your psychological deficiencies. How was your time with my therapist? Was it helpful? Because it was a great risk leaving you alone with her. These days, who knows what you might do." Klaus yelled, his voice full of Shakespearean rage.

Emma looked to Cami as she casually watched Hope, a gentle smile on her face. She really wanted to know what was up with Elijah; it was definitely more than a broken heart.

"Anything you can tell me about Elijah's mental state?" Emma asked Cami.

Cami's eyes widened, "I think you should ask him yourself," she said, giving Emma a sympathetic look.

Emma sighed; Cami was right, she just didn't want to have that difficult conversation with him. She could hear the guests returning to the compound for the reception, along with footsteps coming towards their location.

"I see you've met my daughter," said Klaus, passing by her and taking his child from Cami.

"She's beautiful," Emma replied; it warmed her heart to see her old friend like this. She had never seen him so at peace.

She sensed that Klaus wanted a moment alone with Cami, so she said a quick goodbye and headed back towards the ballroom. She felt a hand on her arm and turned to see Elijah, his dark eyes full of sadness.

"Emma," he said softly. "I apologize for earlier; I had important matters to discuss with my brother,"

"It's alright," Emma replied; she suddenly felt very awkward around him.

"Can we talk?" He asked, motioning to an empty room.

She nodded and followed him, sitting on an ornate loveseat. She watched him cross the room and turn on a lamp; its warm glow casting shadows on the bookshelves.

He grabbed a bottle and two glasses from an old globe bar stand. She observed his hands as he poured; it was a strange sensation to look back on your life and see what stands out. For some reason, she always remembered his hands.

He handed her a glass, then sat across from her, his face shrouded in shadow. She had waited for this moment for centuries, going over in her head what she would say. But at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"I'm sorry about the bride; her name is Hayley right? I was told you really care for her." She said, immediately feeling foolish for bringing it up.

He looked down at his drink, his brow furrowed. "She did what had to be done for the family," he said quietly. He looked at her, surveying her face, his eyes slowly descending down her body. "Why are you here? After all this time."

"I was feeling nostalgic," she responded, giving him a sweet smile. "Clearly, my timing isn't ideal."

Elijah let out a little chuckle, taking a sip of his drink, then his expression grew sad again.

"Are you alright?" She asked; she didn't like seeing him this way.

"I'm fine," he said quietly.

She knew better than to push him on this. Time had separated them for so long, but she still knew what he was like. Chronically closed off.

They sat in silence, both awkwardly sipping their drinks. Emma was internally admonishing herself for her cowardice; she needed to say her piece.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry," she stuttered, breaking the silence between them. "For how we parted. For how I hurt you. I've never forgotten the look on your face from the night we parted."

Elijah shook his head, "No, Emma, you had just turned, and you were still traumatized from your time with Tomas. I abandoned you when you needed me most."

"You didn't abandon me, I ran away," Emma replied, a mix of long-dormant emotions began to rise in her chest.

Elijah opened his mouth to respond, then closed it. He stood up and reached out his hand to her. "Come with me,"

Emma followed him to the second-floor balcony; the sound of the wedding party growing louder as they approached. With one hand he intertwined it with hers, the other he placed on the back of her neck, pulling her in close, swaying her gently to the music.

She looked down at the other guests dancing and a smile came to her face. She looked back at Elijah, who was observing her with an affectionate gaze.

"I looked for you, searched all the villages, even went back to the clearing," he said softly. "I was so heartbroken that I–"

"Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please, I would like to propose a toast." Announced Klaus from below, interrupting their dance.

Emma could feel Elijah's body grow rigid; he let go of her and moved to the railing of the balcony, looking down at his brother.

"I want to welcome you all. As you know, last spring, Hayley and I had a daughter. Due to tragic circumstances, she was lost. Now she has returned home; her name is Hope."

The crowd began to murmur, looking around at each other in surprise.

"She will live here among you, her pack, her family. We implore you, protect our daughter. Teach her, love her, as one of your own."

Klaus looked up at Elijah, a wicked smirk on his face.

"Jackson," continued Klaus, raising his glass to the groom. "I invite you and your bride to live here. Uniting your proud and noble people in peace."

Emma looked to Elijah, his face in utter shock. She knew she couldn't fix this; his heartbreak was his own to work through. The endless Mikaelson family drama was something she didn't miss.

"Welcome to the family, mate. To Jackson and Hayley!"

Elijah turned and stormed away, leaving Emma behind. Is this the worst wedding I've ever been to? she wondered. Definitely top five. Fed up with the day's events, she made up her mind to leave, making her way back down the stairs toward the front exit. On her way, she passed the bride. Emma couldn't help but wonder how the bride felt about all this, whether she even had a choice in the matter. She knew all too well what it was like to be caught between the two brothers; it wasn't a pleasant place to be.

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charliedawn · 20 days

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DEFECTIVE GOOD PART 14

The next day, JR was woken up by the smell of food and opened her eyes to see Finn standing there with a plate. He smiled down at her before waving shyly.

"Hey. Hum…I just wanted to come and see how you were doing. Cause I know how strange it could be for a stormtrooper to come here and…Anyway." Finn rambled before putting the plate down next to her. "Breakfast."

JR stirred slightly, and opened her eyes.

"Morning..." She mumbled, smiling softly at Finn as she saw him. She sighed quietly, sitting up and stretching lightly.

"Thank you..." she murmured, picking up the plate and starting to eat...

Finn smiled.

"Yeah. No problem. Am just happy to have another…you know…'traitor' around." The way he emphasised on the word made JR frowned slightly.

"Traitor..." She muttered under her breath with a frown, taking a small bite of her food. It tasted bitter. "I thought the term was 'deserter'..."

Finn chuckled before patting her back.

"Yeah. Well…Not when Captain Phasma or General Hux say it." Finn grinned. "Are they still pissed about the whole 'taking an X-fighter and flying away' thing ?"

"...I should imagine so..." JR said with a small smile, taking a small sip of juice before continuing. "And what's your story anyway ? How did you manage to escape the First Order in the first place ? They didn’t exactly tell us how you did it. Just…that you did. And that you were a deserter."

Finn’s eyes widened slightly before chuckling awkwardly while massaging the back of his neck.

"Oh. Me ? Yeah. So hum…I kinda offered to help Poe escape if he also helped me and one thing led to another and here I am."

She blinked twice in front of his explanation, before chuckling.

"And that’s the story ? Just ‘one thing led to another’ ?"

Finn laughed and shrugged.

"Pretty much. Yeah. Listen. I am just glad to be alive."

JR smiled, taking another bite of her food before nodding in agreement.

"I can understand that..." she murmured, before taking another sip of her juice. Finn then looked around her tent.

"You got lucky. When I escaped the First Order, I ended up in quicksand on Jakku. You at least got a tent. By the way, how did you find out that the Resistance was on this planet ?"

"Oh..." She said, her tone softening as she heard this part. "That sounds rough..."

There was a slight pause, before she continued.

"Well...I was in a blizzard a couple of days ago...And I bumped into a Resistance soldier, who gave me directions to this base. Then...Well..." she took another sip of her juice. "Here I am..."

"A blizzard ?" Finn frowned. "On what planet ?"

"...The planet Coontra..." She stayed silent for a moment, realizing that she hadn’t really paid attention to the name of the planet Hux had given her and hoped she hadn’t mistaken. She shrugged dismissively. "But…Doesn't matter. What matters is that I survived..."

"Funny. Never heard about the planet Coontra…" Finn narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her and before JR could answer, Poe came in the tent with a smile. "Rey is back ! Come on."

They both looked at his excited face and JR nodded before returning her attention on Finn.

"Hey...Thanks for the food...We’ll talk later." she murmured, getting up from her place and walking over to meet Poe. Finn nodded. The three of them went outside to see people surrounding Rey’s ship getting back down. When she got off, she immediately smiled and went to hug Finn and Poe.

"I got it ! I know where Skywalker is ! And…" Rey stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed JR. "…Who’s that ?"

JR stayed silent for a moment, watching the small reunion, when Rey noticed her...Her entire being tensed up, and she stayed completely still. It wasn’t like she could hide from Rey. She could use the Force...So just remaining still and staying silent was her best bet. Poe grinned and wrapped an arm around JR.

"This is JR ! She’s the stormtrooper who helped us escape Starkiller Base, remember ?! Seems like she finally decided to come on our side ! Isn’t that good news ?"

JR stayed silent for a moment. She knew Poe was only trying to help. But she also knew full well that this was unlikely to go well...Rey couldn’t just be friendly to her, after all. She was a stormtrooper ! It didn’t matter to Rey that she was now a “deserter” or something...Rey was always going to view her with suspicious eyes. And this situation was only going to heighten that suspicion.

"...Right." Rey said after a few moments, her own expression shifting to one that was much more guarded. "I see...I remember you. You are the stormtrooper who talked to me when I was captured."

Poe took a step backwards, realizing that his attempt hadn't worked.

"...So ah...Yeah. It's good to have you back, Rey..." He muttered awkwardly, not knowing how to salvage the situation...JR tried to put on a smile on her face before extending her hand towards Rey.

"It’s nice to see you again, Rey."

Rey stared at her for a few moments, before slowly taking JR’s hand in her own...

"...You too..." She said with a soft voice...Not exactly the warmest response in the world, but it was still a positive one...Rey knew her from the day she had been captured. There was a silent understanding between them. Rey knew JR had tried to salvage the situation and end the war the only way she had known how…

JR nodded understandingly. Rey slowly let go of JR's hand and the trooper stayed completely still, her body still tensed. But...Rey wasn't outright suspicious of her. She was definitely cautious but, she was also giving JR a chance...That was something, at least. She felt grateful for it.

General Organa arrived just at that moment and smiled as she saw Rey.

"Ah. Rey. You are back. Good. I do hope you bring good news."

Rey turned towards General Organa, quickly returning the smile.

"Don't worry, I do. I have confirmation of the location of Luke Skywalker."

General Organa smiled.

"Ah ! Excellent. Let’s go talk in privacy…"

"Yes." Rey said with a nod. She took one last look at JR, before following after General Organa, with some people following along, including Finn. They left and JR hesitated before returning to her tent and pacing around. This could be big…Was she to warn the First Order ? Part of her wanted to stay loyal to the First Order, to tell them where Skywalker was, to tell them everything she new...But the other half of her...The one who remembered what it was like to be a stormtrooper...The one who felt guilty for all the things she had done while under the First Order. That half of her wanted to help the Resistance. For this nightmare to end. JR finally sighed in defeat before turning on her transmitter.

"General Hux ? Can you hear me ?"

A few moments passed, and then General Hux’s voice finally came through.

"Yes. I can hear you. What is it, JR-6025 ?"

She looked down. It had been a long time since she had heard his voice…It made her momentarily nervous.

"I…have news. It seems the scavenger girl got her hands on the final piece of the map to Skywalker."

"...The final piece...?" Hux muttered, slowly turning to look around, making sure he was in a private place before adding: "...How did she come across this piece ?"

"…I do not know, sir. I wasn’t authorised to participate in the meeting." JR told him and general Hux sighed. She knew he was disappointed…

"Understood." He then stayed silent for a few moments.

"Where is she now...?"

JR looked at the tent where they had disappeared in and replied promptly.

"Rey and General Organa as well as a couple of Resistance fighters are holding a meeting in the command centre right now."

"...A resistance meeting..." General Hux muttered and frowned at the news. That certainly didn’t sound good. "So ah...She is close to finding him."

He stayed silent, his fingers clenching and unclenching for a few moments.

"...When does the meeting end...?"

JR shook her head.

"I do not know, sir." She then waited a moment before asking. "Your directives if indeed the girl is planning on going to see Skywalker ?"

There was a moment of silence before general Hux spoke again.

"...The orders stay the same. She cannot reach Skywalker..." He stayed silent for a handful of moments as he thought about his next move. The scavenger girl could—under no circumstances—reach Skywalker and become more powerful than she already was. "...And...If she does ? She must not return from that place alive..."

"…Sir ?" JR was stunned. "…Do you mean…?"

General Hux closed his eyes and his jaw twitched. He knew that the mission would be hard for JR-6025, but he also knew of her undying loyalty to him.

"...If Rey manages to reach Skywalker..." His tone was flat. The words cold as he finally condemned out loud. "...She must not return...Understood, trooper ?"

JR’s heart hammered in her chest at his death sentence and she gulped. No…She couldn’t…kill her. She had made a promise to Kylo Ren. But at the same time, Rey was the last hope of the galaxy. She was the only wall standing between the First Order and total domination.

But, JR was still a stormtrooper.

"Sir. I…" She closed her eyes. "…Yes, sir. Understood."

There was a moment of silence, before he finally said: "...Good. Keep me informed...And get ready..."

There was another long moment of silence, before he finally added:

"...That is all for now..."

She remained with her eyes closed and replied.

"Yes, sir."

She ended the transmission and sighed before looking up at the ceiling…What was she supposed to do now ? She had to do something. She couldn’t possibly break her promise to Lord Kylo Ren. But, JR also could not stand by while Rey left to meet with Skywalker. It would crush the First Order and general Hux’s slim trust in her. Her inner conflict was becoming stronger...Part of her told herself: The First Order will be fine...The galaxy will be fine with them in charge... But the other part, the part born out of guilt and shame, told her: No...The galaxy will not...We have only brought destruction and pain, while the Resistance is fighting for peace...

She was starting to wonder what to do when she heard that the meeting had ended. She quickly got out and saw Rey enter a spaceship to leave.

Her eyes widened.

She was leaving—surely to meet with Skywalker.

She couldn’t let her go alone.

She was still struggling with these competing voices within her head...The First Order...The Resistance...Her promise to Lord Ren.

Who was she loyal to...?

She knew that if she revealed Skywalker’s location, the First Order would reach him first which would ultimately lead to Rey’s death which was what Hux wanted...and what Lord Ren dreaded. JR hesitated before suddenly racing towards the spaceship to get inside just as it was about to leave. JR raced aboard the spaceship—just as the door was closing.

JR took a few minutes to process all that was happening, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down...She stayed hidden until the spaceship had landed. She didn’t know where they were, but she knew that it must be on the planet where Luke Skywalker was…

The spaceship landed, and the doors started to open. Rey got out. JR was still hidden in the spaceship, and she could hear Rey stepping off in the distance...She waited a few minutes before finally getting out herself. She found herself on an island surrounded by waves. She took a deep breath. She had never seen an ocean before…

JR looked around her, taking in the scenery...

An ocean...The gentle waves...She breathed in the air...It made her think of Azterri—but so much wilder. There was a wild beauty to the island. She couldn't believe she had never seen something like this before and as much as she was torn between sides, as scared as her inner conflict made her...She couldn’t deny it.

This was beautiful.

She took a deep breath of the fresh seaside air and momentarily forgot where she was until she heard a voice coming from one of the caves. She frowned before following the voice and found an old man talking to himself.

"No. Not again. Never again am I going to train jedis. It's over." Luke Skywalker said and shook his head—memories of Kylo Ren haunting him. The ghost of Yoda shook his head next to Luke.

"Train them You must. The future They are."

Skywalker scoffed mockingly at his old master’s words before replying.

"Yeah well…You train them then !"

Yoda frowned before answering in a serious voice—hinted with disapproval.

"Skywalker's job It is. Let the galaxy down You must not…"

Luke frowned before sighing. He knew that the galaxy’s fate held in the balance and soon enough, there would be no place to hide.

"The galaxy never did me any good. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to train them. And that's my final answer." He said with finality in his tone and Yoda’s gaze softened as he saw the pain and sorrow in Luke’s eyes.

"Yoda’s role it is not To convince you. If you are to turn your back from the truth Then lost we will all be…" Yoda said with finality before slowly disappearing. JR’s eyes widened as the ghost’s eyes met hers. She held her breath. But, the ghost only smiled at her before disappearing completely—leaving Skywalker alone in the cave. Skywalker seemed adamant in his refusal to train Rey—noy that that it surprised her...But the ghost's words...about his “duty” to train the Jedi...something seemed to urge her to stay and convince Skywalker. If the ghost was right, then the balance would be broken…

She was about to step closer to hear more of the conversation when she slipped and suddenly tumbled inside the cave.

"….Ouch."

JR immediately froze...Her presence was no longer unknown to the person inside. JR stayed completely still and quiet, hoping that Luke hadn’t heard her. Wishful thinking. Suddenly, she saw a pair of shoes in front of her and slowly looked up to see Skywalker looking down at her—he didn’t seem pleased.

"Who are you and what are you doing on my island ?" He asked authoritatively and JR's mind was all over the place as she tried to think of an excuse...She shouldn't have been here, she shouldn't have gotten on the spaceship...But there was nothing she could do now...She quickly managed to calm herself down a little and she then replied with a soft voice:

"I'm...I'm a stormtrooper, sir."

Luke frowned and looked her up and down.

"Oh really ? Stormtroopers aren’t welcome on my island…" He raised his hand towards her and fear struck JR. She thought about trying to flee from the cave...But then another thought crossed her mind...Why not simply say the truth...

"I'm a deserter...I wasn’t sent by the First Order, sir. I come in peace." She hoped it would help her case, but Luke didn’t seem impressed at all.

"Oh yeah ? And I don’t care. Get off my island before I…"

"JR !" Rey arrived in the cave and frowned before helping her up. "What are you doing here ?!"

JR flinched as Rey spoke. She was still tense and anxious and she couldn't help but remain still as Rey helped her up...It looked like Rey was about to yell at her at any second, but she restrained herself.

"...I just came here because I wanted to help you." JR whispered.

"Wait…Did you sneak onto my ship ?" Rey didn’t seem pleased at all and she sighed and shook her head in disbelief. "I do not need your help. I need you to go."

JR stayed silent for a moment. She felt so ashamed of herself...Of what she had done...A stormtrooper, a deserter, sneaking into a Resistance ship...She knew it wasn't good...

"I am sorry. I…" She started, but was interrupted by Luke.

"Here’s an idea. How about you both get off my island ?!" Skywalker raised his arms in disbelief before JR turned towards him and replied.

"Alright. I will leave. But, please…Train Rey. She made it all this way for you to train her. She searched for you. For this place…" JR continued and tried to plead, but Skywalker interrupted her.

"I know." Skywalker muttered, sounding annoyed.

"Then, will you train her ? Please." JR insisted. "I know there must be a reason that you have decided to stay hidden for so long, but Rey needs your guidance."

JR could see the old Jedi Master slowly lowering his gaze, and she knew what she was doing was having an effect...Luke sighed, raising his gaze once more. He looked at Rey and frowned.

"...She will not become a Jedi..." he said, sounding resigned and JR frowned in incomprehension.

"Why ? Why are you so afraid ?" She asked and Luke’s eyes hardened as he glared at her.

"You do not understand. None of you do." He muttered, shaking his head slightly. "You don't know what happened..."

"No…Maybe not." She conceded. "But, I know that this war needs to end. And that Rey can put an end to it. So, please…Train her. I beg of you."

"...I...I can't...I cannot...The past..." Skywalker mumbled and shook his head. Luke was suddenly shaking and clutching his chest. "...Will come back...It always does."

"The past doesn’t need to repeat itself…" JR spoke up and Luke closed his eyes—a pained expression on his face.

"...But it does..." Luke muttered, his voice low and shaky. "...We...We always think we can be different..."

He then turned away, looking towards the darkness within his cave. "...But the galaxy has a way of repeating history..."

She looked at the darkness as well.

"…But, we can learn from past mistakes." Rey advanced and Luke huffed a mocking laugh.

"...Oh, we do learn...." He muttered to himself. "...And we think that we can be better because we have..."

He let out a sigh...

"...But history always has a way of repeating itself...The light and the dark...They balance each other..." A short pause followed. "...But every time there's too much light...The darkness rises...And every time there's too much darkness..."

There was a longer pause.

"...The light rises...It's a cycle..."

"A cycle can be broken !" JR claimed and Luke glared at her once more.

"But it shouldn't be." Luke looked at her, and JR noticed the sadness in the Jedi Master's eyes. "...The Force is supposed to be balanced. Neither too much light. Neither too much darkness..."

"But the cycle is going to be broken. Look at the galaxy. Listen to the Force. You know that if we let it happen, the First Order will destroy this cycle…" She countered and Luke nodded.

"Yes. And a new light and a new dark shall rise...It's the way things go...It's the way things always go..." His voice was low and solemn...But there was a hint of sadness there too. There was a hint of resignation there as well...

"Nothing changes. Nothing. When a cycle ends, another is born."

He turned his back on her and Rey’s eyes lowered. JR felt an urge within her begging to be let out. She couldn’t let him go. She knew her duty and the fact that Skywalker himself was set on staying out of trouble could only be good for the First Order. She should be happy. Rey wouldn’t be trained and her mission would be finished. She wouldn’t have to betray anyone or kill anyone.

But…

"Please !" JR surged forward and grabbed his arm. Luke hissed and turned towards JR with widened eyes. He groaned loudly in annoyance.

"What do you want from me ?!"

"I want you to train Rey !" JR pleaded and her eyes filled with tears. She hadn’t come so far and seen so much just to give up now. "Han Solo is dead…And who knows how many innocents will die before the end of the war ?!"

JR could see the sorrow in Luke's eyes at the mention of the death of his old friend, but he quickly shook his head.

"This war is endless. I already tried to end it years ago, but it didn't work. I'm sorry."

He didn’t look JR in the eyes, he couldn’t. But, she didn’t give up and took his hand in hers to force him to look at her, which he eventually did.

"Please..We need your help, master Luke. Help us." He opened his mouth, prepared to shut her down one last time, but she looked at him with such pleading eyes that he finally sighed in defeat and nodded.

"Fine. If you want to learn about the Force and be killed because of it, who am I to disagree ?! But, know that after that, there is no turning back to what you were. People will hunt you down for your knowledge, or just because you are different from them, are you ready to face the consequences ?" He turned towards Rey and he had a stern expression on his face. "Are you ?!"

Rey gulped, but nodded nonetheless.

"I am ready to do what must be done."

Luke looked into Rey’s eyes. She sounded resolute...Determined...She made him think of Han. The same stubbornness in their gaze. If Rey was to save the galaxy, he knew he had no choice but to train her.

"...Fine...Fine..." He muttered, and the sadness in his eyes grew even stronger...He would do as he was asked...But, there was alwa a price to pay for such knowledge. Both women smiled at each other and Rey took a step forward to give Luke his lightsaber back.

"Thank you, Master Luke."

Luke remained silent as he looked at the lightsaber in Rey’s hand and then he realized that the time had come...He couldn't refuse her. He slowly reached out to take the lightsaber from her.

"Do not thank me…Training will start tomorrow morning at the first rays of sunlight. Be ready."

Rey smiled and nodded in agreement. JR smiled weakly as she knew that Rey would be trained now and hope flared within her. Her mission was done. JR turned around, walking away. JR had managed to sway Skywalker—just in time. The next step was making sure that he trained Rey and that she fulfilled her goal...Whatever the price might be...

She looked down at the transmitter around her wrist and her smile dropped. She started thinking about General Hux. Her thumb rubbed around the wrist band. She was torn. If she was to communicate their location, then the First Order would win. They would come and kill Rey and Luke. It would be over. Finally. But…She couldn’t find the will to do so. Poe and Leia’s hope had succeeded in making her believe in something else than the First Order—something greater.

Everything will be alright. I will put an end to this war. And he will understand—eventually.

She took a deep breath before walking away. She returned to the ship where she knew Chewbacca was waiting. He would certainly bring her back to the Resistance and she could always invent an excuse to General Hux about not being able to know the location of Skywalker.

JR took a deep breath and was about to get on board when she heard a voice behind her.

"And where do you think you’re going ?"

JR turned around and saw that Skywalker was behind her. Her first instinct was to just keep walking, but she decided to turn and face the old Jedi Master...

"I'm going back to the Resistance camp..."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You would leave your friend alone ?"

JR frowned in confusion before she realised he was talking about Rey and she sighed.

"She isn’t my friend. Or I cannot be hers. She would never trust a stormtrooper."

Luke hummed.

"I see…But, you still begged me to train her."

JR smiled to herself.

"Hope is contagious…Some people infected me with it."

Luke chuckled before walking forward to stand next to her.

"I see…Leia is still as convincing as she used to be. This is why she sent you both to me."

JR frowned and let out an awkward laugh.

"She only sent Rey. I simply sneaked myself in."

Luke raised both of his eyebrows at her and restrained a mocking huff.

"Oh really ? You—a stormtrooper—managed to sneak yourself aboard a Resistance ship, in the middle of a Resistance camp and without anyone seeing you or trying to stop you ? Impressive. Please. Teach me your ways." She could hear his sarcasm and her eyes widened at the realisation.

"…She knew." JR whispered and Luke smiled.

"Of course she knew. The woman has eyes behind her head. Nothing flies past her." He then looked at JR with a little mirth in his gaze. "You are exactly where you are meant to be. Your friend needs you—Rey needs you. Or, she will. Now, the only question that remains is…Will you stay and help or leave and flee from your own fears ?"

He extended a hand towards her and JR blinked twice in astonishment at the offer before hesitating. Was he right ? Would Rey need her ? And most importantly, would JR want to engage into something that would make her a true traitor of the First Order ?

She bit her lower lip—doubt plaguing her mind.

She finally closed her eyes and looked away.

"I…do not think Rey needs me. She has you. I would not help her by staying."

Luke humphed before replying.

"I do not know what conflict you seem to be having or why you wish to leave…but what I do know is that Leia is never wrong. And that if she let you come to me ? It is that you will have a role to play. And if I am to play the role of a teacher, then I will expect you to also take on the role that the Force has bestowed upon you."

He then started walking away.

"First lesson tomorrow. Do NOT be late."

And with that, he was gone.

JR sighed before looking at the spaceship before her. She knew she should go, but Luke’s words had left an impact on her. Was he right ? Did she really have a role to play in this future to be built ?

And if she had…

Which role would it be ?

She looked down at the transmitter around her wrist.

Was she to be a traitor ?

She looked back in the direction that Luke had taken.

Or was she to be a hero ?

She waited for a few minutes before taking her decision. She followed in Luke Skywalker’s footsteps and her eyes looked up at the sky where night was slowly falling.

…Maybe could she try to be someone else ? Just this once.

#star wars #general hux x reader #fandoms #imagine #fanfic #kylo ren x reader #luke skywalker #rey

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shai-manahan · 2 years

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aight im finally back on track with the theories ! (p.s. warning some of them might sound downright crazy or bullshit)

1. so i assume with all available information (or maybe I'm just too oblivious) vincent is currently still working for the marshal, which makes me wonder just how much a bad bitch they for literally every one of MC's companions to warn them against them 🤔🤔🤔🤔 aside from the countless arrests they have done illegally, which doesn't seem too bad considering they were all bad guys i guess, SO IT BRINGS ME TO MY FIRST THEORY that maybe everything from the super secret mission MC got in the very beginning of the story to Bale's death might have just been an extremely elaborate plan go bring them right under the marshals thumb to make them just another of their pawns like vincent, maybe they're doing it for MCs skills or maybe for the hospital that Alex is running which just gives off super sus vibes to me again, OR MAYBE ... JUST MAYBE it has something to do with the hallucinations? maybe they want something or some info that only our MC knows but forgot about after some of their memories were suppressed they couldn't remember it so they want them under their command to have access to it

2. after taking a closer look at the previous and current demo it seems both alex and Vincent are aware of the MC's 'whatever that black out was' plus that bad PTSD attack i believe after alex sent them upstairs, so maybe they know something or are hidding something from the MC doesn't know and are trying to them shield them from the truth in case it breaks them, mentally i mean. maybe Vincent is the only one who is aware of MC's occasional disassociation therefore the understanding look they gave them

3. and now here im wondering what the hell did MC do with the little bottle of that sus liquid they found on Landry after ignoring Callie/Lucas's warning and rushing in to save them. makes me wonder maybe it's some kind of new potent drug that are planning to distributing. and maybe MC's father had something to do with and maybe he had a bad fallout with Bale for which he tried running away with his research but was unfortunately gunned down by his wife for

NOW AN ASK (or is it ask's?)

1. i wonder why everyone seems to hate Vincent? or is it just alex? he seems like a cool dude to be around plus a nice step-father/guardian

2. will we get the choice to maybe bitch slap or atleast thrash Wesley a little(maybe bernard too i don't mind they just get on my nerves) after our little reunion somewhere in the future? i want my MC to bitch slap them maybe once for Finn to go "huh maybe i do deserve it" only to get slapped HARDER next time "ok ok i do deserve it" before finally listening to their side of the story? sorry finn i love you but i hate you for that little expose stunt of yours

3. i wonder if we will have a poly route ... ARGH IM TORN BETWEEN ALONZO (who obviously hates my guts but whatever its not gonna deter me for my enemies to lovers journey) AND FINN (IMAGINE THE ANGST AHHHHHHHHHHH)

4. *puts on a dark and brooding look on* ARNEL AND VINCENT MEET WHEN... *tries fo hide the fact that i suck at picking up clues*

5. will we ever be able to truly express ourselves to Alex? 😭😭😭 I KNOW THEY'RE SUS BUT THEY'RE SUCH A SWEET BROTHER I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL BAD EVERYTIME I HIDE SOMETHING OR SAY SOMETHING SLIGHTLY MEAN TO THEM 😭😭😭

ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK ONCE AGAIN I KNOW I DON'T MAKE SENSE HALF OF THE TIME BUT WHATEVER

Look, I love receiving long asks, especially those with theories 👀👀no need to apologize!

What I can say here is that a lot of the things occurring at the present are vastly connected to each other :) Also, you might get an insight next update as to why the marshal and her agents are hated by MC's companions.

Getting closer 👀

Whatever clue the MC got in Chapter 1 was actually mentioned in Chapter 2, and the MC brought it along with them (if that small bit of text didn't appear, that may have been a bug lmao). You'll slowly get to learn more about them, and sometime in the future, there might be a whole chapter dedicated to it :))) Those who have remained in the car will still get a separate unique route, of course. I can't say anything else about the rest of that paragraph because of the massive spoilers but, interesting :)

For your questions:

Not everyone hates Vincent. Some folks mostly avoid him because of his connection to the marshal, but that's it. People don't hate him the way they hate the MC. For Alex's reason... well, let's just say Vincent would agree that he's got a very valid one.

You'll get to do a lot; they'll also get to do a lot, though. Oh, and Bertrand... that man will just keep getting on your nerves, I think.

Ah, apologies, that will never happen for Alonzo and Wesley. Alonzo might tolerate Wesley but... they'd never be close friends even. Perhaps there will be respect, but never friendship. It's just, too complicated. We'll see if I can handle a poly route for another pairing. I actually have something in mind, but tbh I don't think I could handle the coding side of it.

Arnel is one of my favorite characters, personally. I'm not sure if y'all will love him, but you'll definitely get plenty of chances to meet him. He's got a very significant role in the story, after all. Their banters are also quite amusing lmao.

You will! There will be a huge conversation between Alex and the MC in a future chapter, and your choices there might have an influence on which Book 1 ending you'll be getting 👀

#interactive fiction #hollowed minds theories #hollowed minds series #hollowed minds #hollowed minds book one #theories #choicescript #if wip #wip #writing #interactive novel #interactive game #dashingdon #cscript #cyoa #ask #taconextdoor

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girl-among-mts · 1 year

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Part Twelve

Thalia, the young Twi'lek woman who served as Rose’s secretary, popped her head around the open office door.

“Sorry to bother, but the General is calling again.”

Rose looked up from her datapad, catching the woman’s grin.

“You don’t sound very sorry,” Rose muttered, unable to hide the flush in her cheeks as she set the tablet down. The report from Finn and Poe could wait. Ever since they’d finalized the normalized trade agreement, the Grand Marshal had become more and more comfortable ringing her up out of the blue. Sometimes he had business to discuss, trifling matters that any number of underlings could sort out themselves, but more often than not his holocalls were casual in nature. Half the time, Rose wondered if he was simply bored and had no one else to talk to.

“What’s he like in person?” Thalia pressed as Rose reached for her holocom.

She gave the Twi’lek a look. “He’s a dangerous military mastermind. A killer, /and/ a criminal,” she said matter-of-factly. Even if he was fine to look at...

Thalia shrugged a shoulder. “He’s had the Order share a lot of their new farm tech. Been a big help on my brother’s farm. So, can’t be all bad.”

Fantastic, Rose thought sourly. Already winning hearts and minds. Hux was turning out to be quite a capable politician.

“Yeah, he’s a true altruist,” she drolled. “Now can I get some privacy maybe?”

Rose rolled her eyes at the suggestive waggle of Thalia’s eyebrows as the pneumatic door swished closed. Rose depressed the answer button on her coms. There, Hux’s face came into focus. A pleased, catlike smile spread across his lips. Rose tried to tamp down the pleased little flip-flop in the pit of her stomach but utterly failed. Dangerous military mastermind, she reminded herself. Killer, criminal, and *really good* at pushing all her buttons in ways she couldn't help but enjoy, deep down.

“Ah, Commander,” he purred. “How good it is to see you.”

“Armitage,” she quipped in greeting, trying to sound professional when in reality she’d put down all her work once again to take his call. “How can I help you?”

“I simply wanted to inform you that my personal shuttle will be passing through Syris space tomorrow evening. We will be resupplying overnight before continuing on our journey”

“You don’t need to let me know every time you fly through my sector,” she reminded him, feeling a bit hot in her normally very comfortable office.

“Ah, perhaps not.” Was she imagining it, or did he seem a bit nervous just then? "However," he continued, “I am not merely calling to inform you. I was hoping you might join me. For drinks. A brief reunion of sorts. I’ve just come from the Senate, as you know. I’m sure we'll find important matters of state to discuss.”

Rose swallowed. What was he proposing? Not some kind of candlelight dinner, surely. Say ‘no’, the rational part of her brain warned immediately. You can’t just go galavanting off to have drinks with General Hux, Grand Marshal of the First Order; killer, criminal, and dangerous military mastermind. Even if he does have a massive crush on you.

Then again… she’d been approving reports and missives and signing legislation and wrangling politics for /weeks/ now without so much as an afternoon off.

A drink sounded so, so tempting…

“You better have brought that expensive, Core World... whiskey with you,” she said before she could stop herself. Hux’s sly expression turned smug.

“Of course. I'll see you tomorrow then, Miss Tico."

"Uh-huh, bye." Rose rushed to cut the comms call before her heart could leap out of her chest.

Stars, what was she doing?

#gingerrose #armitage hux #rose tico #general hux #microfic #gingerrosevss #prompt #canon divergent au

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earlyevenings · 1 year

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about the final volume..

okay, first of all;

SURESH IMPROVISED THAT SPEECH? jesus christ, perks of having a lawyer boyfriend i guess. That was the best speech we've seen yet in my honest opinion. Breathtaking.

now, let's get started;

as i said before, the writing sucks.

justice for lulu. my girl deserved to stay

suresh is being giga melty. i don’t think we’ve ever had a love interest simp like that over us. eat your heart out, reddit, our man love us.

‘someone’s smiling down on me today 😊’ had no business being this cute btw 😭

sex was.. well.. underwhelming to say the least, but i’m not exactly surprised.

loved the amount of kisses we got, hate the way they were written.

i can’t stress this enough, the writing absolutely sucks, SO MANY ERRORS

kat’s being a bitch, per usual, except the next scene she’s being nice. And then the next scene she’s a bitch again. And then she’s.. nice again? Make up your mind boo

‘yolo’? ‘nsfw’? ‘raw animalistic display’? are you serious?

dana and alfie, please take a fucking hint, i’m begging you. I.DONT.WANT.YOU.

suresh's speech was a masterpiece.

mc's speech however?... girl, you could do much better

FUCKING HELL THE PROPOSAL, that was so embarrassing you guys 😭 why would they ever think it was a good idea WHY.

episode 42 was a disgrace.

it doesn’t sit right with me that nobody told kat about finn flirting with us and literally trying to bone us behind her back

oh bobby… what have they done to you…

the fact that we couldn’t actually see our best bits… so disappointing

suresh getting mad at bobby is sending me 💀💀

why do i imagine suresh just looking at mc with heart eyes, clinging to her and agreeing with everything she says like a puppy. man is down bad

the interview with bobby feels so robotic. THATS NOT HOW REAL PEOPLE INTERACT

the bit about suresh wanting to be a celebrity? not canon. not canon at all. resh, baby, you’re a lawyer, not an influencer.

WHERE’S THE AFTER PARTY??????

overall, i'm very glad we finally got to spend some time with our love interest. it's just a shame that every single conversation we had with them (with suresh at least) was about how happy they are that we're together. like, yes baby, i know you're very sorry, and i know you feel lucky that i gave you a chance, and YES i do want to be together and i do see a future with you. if i didn't, i wouldn't have picked you for christ's sake. can we please talk about something else?

i feel like they just tried to squeeze in every single ounce of love they had into these final episodes to somehow, idk, make up? for the lack of one-on-one happy time with the love interests this season. but they didn't have to bomb us with the same conversation every few minutes... i would still like to see some couple dynamic yk

i honestly don't think we're getting a reunion, feels like they've given up on them (hope i'm wrong). it's a shame, cause i feel like it's absolutely needed to actually let us enjoy the time with the lis.

i did love that the first two episodes were so long tho, it would've felt even more rushed if they kept them short like the rest of the season.

#litg #litg suresh #love island the game #litg s5 #fuseboxgames #litg mc

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casspurrjoybell-31 · 5 months

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The Consort - Chapter 14 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Finn

Brayden and I travel for hours.

It isn't until the first slivers of moonlight begin to kiss the horizon that he slows enough for me open my eyes without them burning against the blistering wind.

I squint against the shadows, trying to make sense of where we are but all I see are the tops of hundreds of trees.

He shifts me around his torso and to his back, positioning me so it looks like he's giving me a piggy back ride.

Then I see why.

There's a small treehouse at the top, one that I would have never noticed otherwise.

The surrounding trees hide it without fail, their foliage a protective shield from the rest of the world.

When we get to the top, Brayden pushes through the rickety door and sets me on my feet.

Another pair of red eyes stare back at us and my heart slams against my chest.

Did Brayden bring me here as bait?

As payment?

The Vampire blinks and moves towards me.

Familiar features catch the spots of moonlight seeping through the cracks of the roof and I have an impulse to cry.

It's Kelly.

"Kelly. It's good to see you," I choke out.

My best friend's brow creases in confusion but he doesn't say anything.

Instead he looks over at Brayden who pulls a bag of blood from somewhere within his cloak.

"Payment," Brayden says to Kelly. "As promised."

Kelly snatches the blood bag from his hands, ripping the top off with his teeth and spitting it to the floor.

When the opening of the bag touches his lips, a satisfied gurgle dances down his throat.

It reminds me of the vampire at the University.

Brayden eye's remain fixated on the blood rushing into Kelly's eager mouth.

Based on the color of his eyes, I would guess Brayden hasn't eaten since the last time I saw him.

I shouldn't care about something like this.

Leo would say good riddance.

Yet the yearning for Brayden to drink my blood overwhelms me once again.

Kelly tosses aside the drained bag.

His eyes have lost their blazing edge but they're still red enough to glow.

Brayden pulls a second bag of blood from his pocket and waves it daringly in front of Kelly's face.

"Keep watch tonight," Brayden proposes.

"And this will be yours as soon as the sun rises in the morning."

Kelly licks his lips and nods without hesitation.

"Done."

He doesn't wait around for any additional small-talk.

His light footsteps move around us and he leaves the small treehouse.

The wooden door shuts in his absence and Brayden puts the bag of blood back into his pocket.

The wind picks up in the distance and the floorboards creak beneath us.

It seems the only thing keeping this treehouse together is nothing more than a whispered prayer.

Brayden folds his hands together behind his back and nods to the far side of the room.

"You should get some sleep," he instructs.

"We will need to leave in the morning."

I remain standing and unmoving.

I haven't seen or talked to this immortal man in well over a month.

Having in front of me again feels like a dream, though after having countless fantasies about our reunion, this isn't quite what I imagined.

My stomach grumbles, a low roar of thunder in a room of torrid silence.

"I have no food for you, human," Brayden says.

"I can get you something tomorrow morning."

"I'm fine."

There's a lull in our exchange and I have the urge to ask him everything and nothing.

My legs feel shaky, so I gingerly take a seat on the floor.

"I found out, you know," I say against the strained silence.

"What a Nirv is."

Bogdan remains silent.

I lick my licks and take a measured breath.

"Is it true? That I'm one of them?"

A flicker of red meets my gaze and Brayden's jaw tightens.

"Yes."

'Yes.' In a single word, both my biggest fear and biggest hope is confirmed.

It terrifies me to be a Nirv, to be a target for an entire population of immortal vampires.

On the other hand, knowing I have a scent and a type of blood that makes me more desirable than the others gives me hope....with Bogdan.

Even if he doesn't act on his want, I know he has to crave me on some level.

Leo told me time and time again how precious my blood is and therefore how desirable I am to the vampires.

Even if Bogdan never succumbs to those feelings, he has to have them. Right?

Brayden keeps his eyes on me and my stomach dips.

"So I never got a chance to thank you," I mutter, trying to find my courage.

"For saving me."

"I didn't do it for you," Brayden replies evenly.

My heart sinks.

I should expect these kinds of responses but they still find a way of hitting the most vulnerable nerves.

"If your blood gets into the wrong hands, dangerous vampires could retain a power that could wipe out the entire human population. It isn't safe."

"Why don't you just drink it then?" I ask, half-sarcastically and half-serious.

"Then there won't be anything left for anyone else."

Brayden's eyes shimmer at the thought.

His fangs elongate just a hair, their white, pointed ends glistening with a desire for flesh.

"No vampire would drain you," Bogdan answers factually.

"Your blood is too rich to be consumed in a single sitting. It's intoxicating. They would do all they could to keep your blood pumping as long as possible."

Oh. I think back to Leo's explanation of a Nirv and suck my bottom lip into my mouth.

The supple flesh is chapped from today's journey.

"Is it true... that if they tasted my blood, they would fall in love with me?"

Brayden sighs irritably.

"Vampires are not wired to feel emotions like that, human."

He paces around me a single time and his voice softens.

"But I guess in some ways it would be similar to being in love. A curse on the heart that cannot be undone."

My shoulders sag.

It was stupid to think Brayden saving me was any 'sign' that things had changed between us.

Sure, we shared a kiss once before but really... that kiss was pretty one-sided, as embarrassing as it is to admit.

And it's not like he wants to keep me safe.

He simply wants to keep me away from everyone else.

Hurt drives me to get to my feet again,and I feel my way towards the door.

"What do you think you're doing?" Brayden asks.

"Leaving."

He snorts. When I open the door, however, he's already at my side slamming it closed.

"What do you think you're doing, human?"

I cross my arms over my chest, glaring up at him with annoyance.

"To talk to Kelly."

"He's not strong enough to resist you."

"I'll take my chances."

Brayden's eyes swirl with anger and he lowers his face to mine.

His scent washes over me in waves, the rich smell overpowering my senses.

He gently takes hold of my chin with his hand, tilting my head upwards until my eyes collide with his.

"You ungrateful human," he murmurs.

"I may not be saving you specifically but by keeping you away from the wrong hands, I am saving your entire species."

I reach for the door again but this time Brayden catches my hand.

His cool fingers slide over top of mine.

It's a touch I have dreamed about for weeks.

"What game do you play with me, human?" Brayden whispers grudgingly.

I don't pull my hand away from his and he doesn't drop it either.

"I'm not trying to play a game," I say over the rush of blood pounding against my ears.

"I just miss my best friend. I miss...everything."

The pain I've tried to stuff down catches me by surprise.

Tears spring to my eyes and Brayden recoils his touch, unsure of how to react to my sudden change in emotion.

Salty droplets spill down my cheeks and I hastily wipe them away.

"He doesn't remember you," Brayden whispers. I sniffle and lean my back against the door.

"I know but that just makes it worse. It's like I can still see glimpses of who he used to be. But then he's not."

Brayden runs a hand down the length of his jaw.

He seems of sure of how to proceed with me.

His red eyes study the modest, one-roomed treehouse.

"I do not understand your emotions, human," he finally responds.

"But I will do what I need to keep you here. And keep you safe. What is it you need from me right now?"

A hug.

Someone to talk to.

Someone to explain what's happening and how the world is changing around me.

But my brain pushes all those logical thoughts away.

Instead, it sends a message to my vocal chords and I find myself blurting out a request that I wish I could take back.

"Kiss me."

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Things They Left Behind - Part 2

{Part 1}

Summary: From the Little Lady Blinder universe. John, Arthur, and Tommy have just returned from France to rediscover the things they’ve left behind: Family, the business, and a few treasures Clara’s been keeping safe for them.

Featuring: Tommy Shelby and Clara Shelby (Shelby!Sister)

Inspired by two separate anon requests about the boys’ return from France. Will be a 3-part series.

Tommy saw them through the window, his sister Ada with the twins, and a lanky kid who he assumed to be Jeremiah’s boy, the four of them waiting on the platform at New Street Station.

He was only half-listening to Mr. Taylor’s youngest son, only half-invested in the conversation that started halfway along the trip from London to Birmingham, Tommy having recognized the business owner’s son in the seat across from his own. Tommy still hummed and nodded at the proper intervals, satisfying his end of the conversation, but he was more focused on observing the kids, grateful that by the looks of it, he could still call Finn and Clara kids after all this time.

He’d already sent John and Arthur out of the car, told them he would be along back to the house after finishing up the business he’d started. Arthur didn’t argue, eager as he was to be back to Watery Lane, still holding fast to a misplaced hope that being back in Birmingham would erase all that had happened the last four years. If only it were that simple, simple as picking things up where they left off. Tommy somehow knew it wouldn’t be, not picking up the business or picking up the pair of babies they’d left behind.

Life just didn’t work that way.

Tommy flicked his eyes back to the Taylor boy. “Your father’s meeting you here?”

He was ready to speak with the man in charge of the operation, the one who’d be paying up at the end of the day, not the twenty-two-year-old who sat in front of him, green in life and business despite four long years in France.

The Taylor boy nodded and Tommy gestured for him to leave the carriage first as he took one last look at his family. He hadn’t planned on doing business or putting off seeing Ada and Polly and the kids, but he was grateful for the excuse, grateful to avoid a scene at the station. He didn’t know what the scene would be, had forced himself to not have any grand expectations for the type of welcome he’d receive, pushed that all right down with any lingering hopes and bits of wishful thinking because if Tommy had learned anything, it was that wishes and hopes were nothing aside from empty and wasteful. He’d focus first on what he knew he could succeed at, drumming up a bit of new business.

The family reunion, whatever it would be, could wait.

Tommy was a bit taken aback at being interrupted by Mr. Taylor mid-sentence and took a moment to process what the man said, his eyes following Mr. Taylor’s nod down to the little girl beside him, Tommy seeing their audience a few seconds before the words registered properly.

“Hello, there,” Tommy said.

Clara latched herself around him at the greeting, her face buried into his side and Tommy let out a surprised breath, the tension in his body draining a bit as he reached down to smooth the hair on Clara’s head, long waves that spanned the length of her back.

Tommy could see his brothers waiting at the end of the platform, Arthur’s hands raised up in acquiescence, the situation more familiar feeling than Tommy had been expecting, almost too natural, too easy.

Tommy pushed a section of hair behind Clara’s ear and craned his neck to look into her face. “Our brothers are waiting on you.”

Clara shook her head lightly against him, arms still wrapped tightly around his waist far as she could reach.

Tommy decided on avoiding a scene of a different variety, the one he imagined would come out of prying his sister off him and sending her back down to John and Arthur. He could continue his business with Clara there so long as he remained cognizant of his word choice. They had nearly settled things anyhow.

Tommy waved his brothers on and reached down to pick up the stubborn girl, settling her on his hip. He’d assumed his sister would be too big for it, assumed she’d not want a thing to do with the brother who left her for France but Clara clung to him just as she had the last time she saw him at the very same train station, arms latched tightly around his neck, her face buried into his jacket, seemingly content as she rested there.

“Apologies for the interruption, gentlemen,” Tommy said as he turned back to the men.

"That’s alright, Mr. Shelby. Miss Clara missed her brother is all, no harm in that,” Mr. Taylor answered. "Those kids have been a good help to your aunt while you boys were away. Your sister is quite a favorite around the shop."

Clara turned to face Mr. Taylor and his son, her cheek still against Tommy’s chest.

"Is that right, Clara?” Tommy asked. “You were helping Aunt Polly in the shop?”

Clara nodded.

“Have you gone and lost your voice since I’ve been gone?” Tommy asked. He had never thought of his sister as quiet, not with people she knew at least, though he supposed he no longer had the distinction of being someone she knew.

Clara shook her head.

“Go on, give Mr. Taylor a proper hello, then.”

“Hello, Mr. Taylor,” she mumbled.

“Hello, Miss Clara,” he answered with a tip of his hat. “Well, Mr. Shelby, we’ll be off. I’ll have Andrew come around with the money next week.”

Tommy nodded, shaking the hands of both men. Then the Taylors were on their way off the train platform, Clara’s head already rested back against his chest, her hair shielding her face.

“Will you let me get a look at you, eh?” he asked.

Clara made a reluctant move to pull her head off her brother’s chest and Tommy carried her over to a bench, setting her feet there though she kept her arms around him.

“C’mon, Clara,” he prompted, fitting his finger under her chin

Clara pulled away from him, catching his hand and pushing it away as a little smile pulled across her lips.

Tommy let out something close to a chuckle and nearly let a smile pass his lips. “Ah, now there’s my girl,” he said. “Still ticklish, I see.”

“I’ve grown out of being ticklish, Tommy,” she said. “Finn says it’s only babies who are ticklish.”

“You’ve grown out of it, eh?” Tommy said. “Well, I suppose you are quite grown now, aren’t you? A proper little lady.”

Now that Tommy had a proper look at her, he saw the Clara in front of him wasn’t quite the girl he remembered and that realization felt heavy and wearying in a way four years of war didn’t accomplish. Four years had given his sister a bit more height, a few more teeth to fill out her smile, hair a shade or so darker, and it appeared at some point the girl had grown shy, a bit serious, a bit too adult-like for a child. Though he supposed his Clara had always been a bit serious for her age.

These differences, though small and maybe insignificant, reminded Tommy that he’d missed more than a growth spurt while he’d been away. He’d missed four years of memories. Four years of healing skinned knees and reading bedtime stories and soothing troubles. Four years of the twins learning and growing and changing. Four years he’d never get back.

“Tommy?” Clara prompted, grabbing his hand as she still stood in front of him on the bench.

Tommy’s eyes snapped to hers.

“Are you awfully sad to be home?”

“No, Clara.”

“You look sad,” she answered.

“The only thing I’m sad about is that I’ve been away from my best girl for so long.”

“When I was sad about you leaving, Aunt Polly brought me to the Museum to cheer me up.”

“She did?”

Clara nodded. “We could go there today, maybe?” she said. “To cheer you up. It’s very close.”

“Would you like that?” he asked.

Clara nodded. “I can show you around since I’ve already been and I’ve already helped with cleaning and cooking so Aunt Polly can’t be cross if we don’t come straight home.”

Tommy smirked. With the business with Mr. Taylor done, he had only one other thing planned before going back to Watery Lane, something which he could accomplish in no more than a five-minute diversion from the usual route home so they could walk along the canal side.

“Aunt Polly get cross with you often?” he asked.

“No, not very often,” Clara answered. “She gets cross with Ada and Finn more than me.”

“So, she won’t mind me taking you someplace special, then?”

“She said that everything about today was supposed to be special since you boys were coming home… and I’m the one taking you someplace special, not the other way.”

Tommy nodded. “Right.”

“And I have something else for you, too, but you have to close your eyes first.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow.

“Please, Tommy?”

He took a deep breath, feigning annoyance though he enjoyed the childish nature of the whole thing, enjoyed that his sister still enjoyed it, so he fit a hand over his eyes, waiting while Clara slipped the pocket watch into his hand.

Eyes still closed, Tommy clasped his hand over it, recognizing the item he’d left in her care from the moment the cool metal touched his skin.

“You can look now, Tommy,” Clara said.

The gold of the watch shone brighter than Tommy remembered, clearly cared for in his absence, and as he flicked it open, he saw the time still matched that of the clock at the end of the train platform, 11:23.

“Uncle Charlie showed me how to take care of it,” Clara whispered into the silence between them.

Tommy had been in Birmingham for only twenty-three minutes. He’d spent the first twelve of that ignoring a sickness in the pit of his stomach, planning to avoid the family until dinner, but he was now grateful for the change of plans, grateful he’d not put himself through a whole day of wondering what he was coming back to.

Tommy kissed his sister’s head. “Has anyone ever told you you’re very sweet?”

“Arthur’s just said so,” Clara said. “Can we still go to the Museum even though you’re happy now?”

Tommy stowed the pocket watch and held a hand out to his sister. “You lead the way, eh?”

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{Part 3}

{Little Lady Blinder Masterlist}

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #shelby!sister #shelby sister #tommy shelby #clara shelby #little lady blinder

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TVD, TO, TL Headcanons

**THIS IS MINE IF YOU WANT TO USE IT PLEASE TAG ME OR CREDIT ME, PM ME IF U R GONNA USE IT**

• Freya, Bonnie, and Kol find a spell to raise people from the dead for a month.

• Each child from the Salvatore school would be able to bring 4 people back from the dead.

• Once Alaric and Caroline approve of this spell, letters are sent out to every student's family, letting them know they must be in school on the 1st of a specific month for a special event,

• The first time it takes place is on the 1st of March 2021. All students are on one side of the auditorium opposite their parents, while Caroline and Alaric explain why they are here.

• They then say it is Raise The Dead Month, The Salvatores and Mikealsons have tears in their eyes knowing what this means.

• Following Alaric and Caroline, Bonnie, Freya explain how the spell works, and have contacted the witch that deals with the dead on the other side and has gotten permission.

• Later when it is evening as the sun sets the Witches to start the spell, opening up a portal, and requests the students step outside while the families remain inside.

• They start calling the students in order they start raising the dead.

• Hope Mikealson would obviously raise Klaus, Hayley, and Elijah, and Finn(as a witch and not vampire so he’s chill)

• Lizzie would raise Josette Laughlin and Luke and Josie would raise Liv and Enzo as she has no other dead relatives or friends

• Landon would get Rafael back from the prison world cause technically he is dead. Kaleb would bring an old friend.

• And MG probably his parents( imagine they r dead and were okay with him being a Vampire).

• Stefanie Salvatore would bring back her dead Uncle, The great Stefan Salvatore, and Lexi.

• After everyone has brought back who they wanted the families are brought out one by one.

• Starting with the Salvatores. The minute Damon laid eyes on Stefan he tore away from everyone and ran as fast as flash to hug his little brother.

• The two slammed together midway and we're embracing each other tightly, both brothers were crying.

• Damon only let go of Stefan when he saw Caroline walking towards them. Letting those two reunite he then turned to Enzo and pounced on him.

• Who before this was reunited with Bonnie, who Josie surprised by raising Enzo.

• Meanwhile, the Mikealsons were having a similar reunion, except Hope was hugging her parents and sobbing, Elijah was embracing the rest of his family. After all reunions, they all returned home.

• At the Salvatore home Damon and Stefan and Enzo are catching up while the girls are talking and Stefanie was finally introduced to her Uncle. The two bonded amazingly together.

• At the end of the month Everyone was sad to let the dead go but were happy to have had the chance to make some memories with them.

• Hope and her dad during the month made so many paintings together.

• The dead were sad to leave the living but happy they would see them again.

• Five years of the Dead month visits; Freya, Bonnie, and Kol with a little help from Davina found a way to bring the dead back for 6 months in a year. Beginning a new chapter for the living and the dead.

• The dead are never dead for they live forever in our hearts

THANKS FOR READING:) 💖

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Family (Part 3 of “Unexpected Reunion)

Here’s the 3rd and possibly final part of “Unexpected Reunion” and “Just Fine”. *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of betrayal and murder. a couple swears. SLIGHT SEASON 5 SPOILERS!

Pairings/Characters: Past!Michael Gray x fem!reader, Michael Gray x Gina Gray, Mentions of the rest of the Shelby family.

You jumped a little as Polly once again came thundering into the house. Ada shot up from her seat next to you as little (Y/D/N) began fussing. You took the baby in your arms and settled back to rock her when Polly met your gaze. "Everything is not fine," she said, recalling your words from the day your daughter had been born.

"What do you mean, Pol?" you asked. Ada had just returned home from the family meeting, her own pregnancy far underway, and had yet to tell you what had happened. "Michael. He's betraying us." You sighed heavily and shook your head while she continued, "He wants to take over as head of the company and expand to America. He said the States don't want to work with the Peaky Blinders. They don't approve of our methods or some-. It's that girl. Michael never would have thought of betraying the family until he met her."

You remained silent. You never had anything nice to say about Gina, so you tended to keep your mouth shut. Not to mention that you had NEVER, in all your years knowing the Shelbys, seen Polly that angry. She was furious and she was hurting. Her own son was stabbing her in the back.

Polly turned back to you, eyes filling with tears as her anger began to dissipate. "Tommy is coming to you. He has questions. He knows you would never betray us, but he'll want to know if Michael had given any clue to you before he left." You nodded, bouncing Y/D/N a little bit as the door opened again.

"Ada? Y/N?" Ada called back that you were in the parlor. Tommy appeared in the doorway a moment later. "Since Pol is here I assume you know why I've come." You told him of course and that Michael had never given any indication that he was going to betray them. "He looks up to you all. Or rather he did. He was eager to bring me into the family." You felt your throat tighten a bit.

"I'll put on some tea. Ada, would you mind lending a hand?" The other two women left the room, leaving you alone with Tommy and your daughter. After a moment, Tommy came and sat in the chair Ada had been occupying. "I believe you. But I have to tell you, if Michael does betray us, no force in Heaven, Hell, or on Earth will be able to save him. We have to take care of business. Can you understand that?" He took something out of his pocket and placed it on the table between you. It was a bullet with the name "Michael" etched into it. You glanced between it and Tommy. It took a moment for you to realize that the Thomas Shelby was all but asking for your permission to kill Michael if the worst case came true.

"I-I understand. Let's hope it doesn't come to that." Tommy met your gaze and held it. He hummed lightly. "Michael has already betrayed you. By all rights, that bullet is yours to put through him…" You instantly shook your head. "Don't. Do not put that on me, Thomas. As much as he hurt me, I can't do that. I'm not like you."

You expected him to be a little angry, but he smiled a little. "I know. Glad to see you're still you. You haven't let us corrupt you too badly." You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "If you have to, please don't tell me until it's over. I may not love him anymore, but I don't hate him." Tommy nodded and stood. "No matter what happens, you're an honorary Shelby, Y/N. Nothing that Michael does from now on will change that." You thanked him, eager for a break from the heavy conversation.

Later that night, as you were putting your daughter to bed, you felt a presence behind you. "I'll be there to help tuck Karl into bed in a moment, Ada," you assured her. Since she was so heavily pregnant, you helped where you could. It was why you hadn't moved back into your own home. "Hey." You nearly jumped at the voice behind you that was quite clearly male. You whirled around to see Michael standing there. Even in the near darkness of the room, you could see tear stains on his face. That wasn't like him. Michael never left the house looking less than presentable.

"Michael? What is it? What are you doing here?" He didn't say anything at first. He simply walked further into the room to gaze down at the baby in her cradle. You stared at the side of his face as fresh tears began to slip down his cheeks. You gently took his arm to lead him from the room, but he rooted himself there. "Please…let me stay here for a moment."

"Tell me what's happened," you insisted quietly. "She lied to me. And I let her. I let her get in my head." He was getting more upset and you had to physically pull him from the room so he wouldn't wake Y/D/N. You practically dragged him down the stairs to the parlor. You sat him down on the sofa and poured him a whiskey.

"Who lied to you, Michael?" you asked as you sat down next to him. You couldn't stand seeing him like this. This wasn't the Michael Gray you knew. "Gina. She's not pregnant. She never was." You did everything you could not to ball your fists in your lap and Michael continued, "It was all a lie to get to Tommy through me. Oh God, Tommy. He's gonna kill me."

"Not if I have anything to say about it. Stay here." You rose, but he caught your wrist. "Please don't…" You attempted a smile. "I have to tell him, Michael. He'll come looking anyway." For the first time since you'd known him, Michael looked scared, but he let you go.

A little while later, Tommy sat across from Michael along with Arthur and Finn. Polly stood by the window, not wanting to look at her son just yet. Michael let spill everything from how he and Gina had met up until that even when she revealed her true intentions. "I know it doesn't change anything, but I am sorry, Tommy." Tommy lit a cigarette before pulling the bullet out of his pocket yet again. He placed it on the table.

"We've all had our heads turned by a woman one time or another. With maybe one exception." He turned to you and you gave him a wink. It wasn't his business, but you enjoyed the banter you had. He looked back at Michael and continued, "I'm willing to give you another chance. Because you're family. And family sticks together. But you're on thin fuckin' ice. You understand?"

Michael looked humbled and defeated as he agreed with Tommy. Tommy cleared his throat and handed the bullet to Michael. "As a reminder to never betray us again. We hardly give second chances. There won't be a third." Michael nodded, taking the bullet with his name etched on it.

"Thomas," Polly's voice came from the window, "The other one." Tommy sighed heavily before fishing another bullet out of a different pocket. He set it down and you were able to see the name "Gina" on it. "I don't like it, Tom," Arthur said and Tommy nodded. "Neither do I, but we protect our own and she very nearly tore this family apart."

Michael glanced between his cousins and the bullet with his wife's name on it. He gave a barely there shake of his head. From your spot behind him, you squeezed his shoulder, prompting a silent conversation between the two of you. He slowly reached over to take the bullet.

"I can't, Tommy. She's still my wife…" Tommy opened his mouth to argue, but closed it when he saw Michael reaching back to hand you the bullet. You took it, meeting Tommy's icy gaze and nodded. While you may not have been able to even think about killing Michael, Gina was a different story. She had put the entire Shelby family and yourself through hell for months. Now it was her turn.

"Why?" Arthur asked. "What was it Tommy said? We protect our own? Well, you're my family. It's my turn to protect you for once." You slipped the bullet into the pocket of your robe for the time being. Tommy chuckled, pulling all eyes to him again. "Guess we corrupted you after all." You shrugged a bit. "Maybe. But I wouldn't want it any other way. Now, if you'll excuse me. I've got a job to do. Michael can look after the baby."

You turned on your heel and made your way to your room to get dressed. Your hands were shaking slightly, but you were determined. That woman was going to pay. You dressed quickly and heading downstairs. Tommy was waiting by the door. He slipped a revolver into your hand. "Be quick. Be safe. And welcome to the family, Y/N." You laughed a little in spite of yourself. It wasn't exactly how you imagined your initiation into the Shelby family, but you knew that, no matter what happened, they would have your back.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

Tagging people who showed interest: @gilraenpalantir @namelesslosers @liviakomtrikru20

#peaky blinders #michael gray #michael shelby #michael gray x reader #michael shelby x reader #michael gray x gina gray #x reader #part 3

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Reunion

First of all, thank you so much for the feedback on my first fic! Second of all, I am still trying to make the masterlist but Ia m new to this so it will take time. In the meantime, I will put a “peakascum” tag on every imagine so you will be able to find every writing under that tag on my profile. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!

Polly had smoked half a pack of cigarettes since the beginning of the family meeting. She had come in and sat at the most far out corner and stared aimlessly at the floor. Skin pale as ever, but her eyes held a whirlpool of emotions. She had a look of confusion, perhaps terror. A look the boys had only seen twice in their lives. The first time being when she bid them farewell at the train station before the war, the second time being when she learned the fate of her children.

Tommy concluded the meeting, dismissing everyone to go about with their work and stared at her intently. “So are you going to tell me,” he paused to light his cigarette, “or am I gonna have to wait until you reach your breaking point?” Polly looked up at him and stood up, nervously fiddling with her hands. “It’s nothing Tom. Just stress.” She said, barely meeting his eyes. “Polly,” he started, clearing his throat, “we both know how you get when you bottle everything up. Now, I’m already stressed enough dividing everybody's jobs and calculating our next move. If this is about our rivals, you have nothing to worry about, but if-“ she gave him a pointed glance and said, “Oh come off it, Tom. It’s not about that. It’s- it’s silly.” The room stilled for a second. Polly kept staring at the window, building up courage, adjusting the words in her mind as to not sound completely delusional.

“I was at the market buying the essentials. Had to go all the way across town for that new tea that Ada likes- and I swear to God Thomas I am not on pills anymore- but I could've sworn I saw Martha.” She looked up at him, the first time since the beginning of the meeting. They both chuckled at how bizarre the idea sounded. “Martha? Our John’s dead wife Martha?” He had to say it out loud. The tone in his voice acknowledging how ridiculous it sounded. “I told you it was silly.”

But it wasn’t. To them, it did sound as if Polly was back on the self medication journey she went on since almost hanging. That was years ago. Since then, John had died, Michael had come back from America, they had moved up to high society, and had struck up new rivals on various spots in England. Life had changed. Clouds no longer lingered on the streets of Birmingham, everything started to matter a little bit more. They all missed John. Polly would pray for his soul every morning and every night. She would pray for his kids, the ones Esme took, pray they were safer and that somehow she would be able to see them again.

The next family meeting had taken place in the small room at The Garrison. It was a quick one, more so to catch up on the day’s events. Arthur had come in around, whisky glass in hand, stumbling over his words, “So Poll you seeing ghosts now, eh?” He screamed, making the whole room chuckle and look at her expectantly. “That’s enough Arthur. Just an honest mistake.” She said, a grin painting her face, yet it did not reach her eyes. She knew it was silly, but it wouldn't be the first time she had seen the departed.

Finn stood near the door, facing Arthur’s back, laughing and mocking Polly with the rest of them. “I don’t really remember Martha well, but I don’t think you're delusional aunt Poll.” He said in a confident voice. The room kept ignoring his words, busy with roaring laughter and the sound of their aunt’s voice scolding them all. Finn kept his posture and continued, “Besides, thought I heard John’s laugh the other day,” he mumbled. The room quieted for a moment. Finn looked up realizing they heard him and continued, “but it wasn’t, eh? Obviously. I-I’m not Polly, don’t have any of that gypsy crap with me.”

Polly, furiously but steadily, stood up, “First of all,” she said making her way over to Finn, “it is not gypsy crap or gypsy bullshit, do not disrespect your roots.” She said as she smacked him in the head. “Now look at me and tell me what you on about boy.” She grabbed his young face in her hands. “It’s nothing aunt Poll. Just like Martha. It’s nothing. Besides, it was a woman laughing Poll,” he stammered and ripped his face from her grip. Polly stared at him, then at the whole table full of very confused Shelbys.

“I knew it. I can feel it,” she started, earning a deep glare from Tommy.

“Do not mock me. I can feel when the air shifts. I know what I saw.”

“Okay, that’s enough Poll,” said Arthur, no longer laughing.

The Shelbys had not made another sound, looking at each other, wondering who would be the first to speak up. Their aunt’s statement had steadied them into a haunting lullaby, reminding them of the many gypsy traditions that they secretly carried with them. The good omens, the way the wind suddenly stilled into an ominous glare that same morning; and in a drastic turn of events, the way the hairs on the back of young Finn Shelby’s neck stood up at the sound of what he mistook for John’s laugh.

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A week had passed after the eerie conversation at The Garrison. They carried on with their business, with bets and the rival gang that had pestered Tommy for months now. They were closing in around corners of Small Heath, leaving threatening notes on their doorsteps and even going as far as killing a Blinder and leaving him on the betting shop’s entrance. This caused the family to carry trinkets of good luck and repeating gypsy mantras to calm their superstitious beliefs that came with their Romanian blood.

It had all led up to the current position they all found themselves in. Thomas had a gash on his brow, causing blood to adorn his features. His gun pointing at the enemy’s face. The Weston’s were known for their brutality, even worse than a Blinders wrath. Arthur held an already dead man in his arms screaming like a maniac, threatening others who would dare come for them. Finn, Isiah, and Michael incessantly beating and battling the other men, all in a row of punches and blood and gore. A scene so obscene that would have made any person queasy. But these were no ordinary people. They were Shelbys. Polly peaked her head through the small room’s door, enough to see the violence unfold. They had been attacked by surprise at their own pub, and she feared for her nephews lives, more so now than any other time. Never taking her eyes away from the scene, she ferociously prayed for a miracle, a gift, a second chance.

The men grabbed Thomas by his arms, dangling him whilst another pointed a gun to his face. “Mr. Shelby, always have the upper hand,” said one of them with a tantalizing smirk, “but it seems your reign is over and your crown is mine.” The men chuckled and cheered, seeing their enemy half dead in their hands. Tommy looked up and smirked, which turned into a manic laugh, making the Blinders pause their movements. “Brother?” Arthur asked, gulping at Tom’s actions. Tommy looked at them still laughing, “You think you’ll defeat me? Whenever you think you have the upper hand, I will always be one step in front of you,” he paused to spit, and continued.

“It’s my legacy, it’s my family’s legacy. And you have the nerve to barge into my territory and declare war on me?” His smile never leaving his face, blood covering his teeth. All of them looking upon him in confusion.

The doors to The Garrison opened letting in dust and a cold wind meddle its way in. Footsteps echoed through the current silent pub. Arthur dropped the man that he held between his arms. Finn’s eyes flashed a look of confusion, recognizing the presence that made its way into the pub. Polly’s hands shook against her sides, too numb to move them. The footsteps grew louder, yet the pace never changed. Tommy looked at the men as they noticed also and chuckled, “Do you you really think I would have left my pub unsupervised for you lot to take?”

There in the middle of the room stood a group of men led by a girl, a girl that was perhaps younger than Finn. Her dark hair gathered loosely by a ribbon, freckles adorning her face and piercing eyes that matched her posture, determined and hard. Their saving grace. Their hail Mary pass.

“Y/N?” Whispered Arthur.

In a split second the Blinders ducked behind chairs and the other side of the bar. Their guns cocked and immediately erupted in a song of metal and flesh and screams. The girl’s face never changed, her body unbothered. Each and every men dropped to their knees with multiple bullets to their bodies.

The noise suddenly stopped. The Weston’s Leader remained standing, too embarrassed and in shock to move. Y/N made her way over and pointed her gun to his face, “Don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders.” immediately putting a bullet between his eyes.

“Holy Jesus,” Polly said as she stumbled out of the room, “Y-You look just like her.”

Y/N turned around and smiled at the woman that stood there, pale as snow, as if she’d seen a ghost. “Hello aunt Poll.”

Tommy stood up with the help of a perplexed Arthur. “Who is she?”, Michael asked breaking the tension in the room.

“I don’t think any of you remember me clearly, I was just a girl when I left.” She said, a small smile appearing on her face. “This is Y/N, John’s daughter,” piped Tommy, looking at her tenderly.

“You weren’t delusional Polly, I just couldn't give her cover away.”

Polly made her way over to Y/N and cradled her face her hands. “I knew it,” she breathed out, “I knew it, didn't I? I knew that it wasn't a ghost. You look just like your mother.” Polly breathed out in a shaky voice causing the girl to smile widely.

“I reached out to Tommy. Wanted to be a part of the business, reunite with my family.” She said looking around the room excitedly.

Polly took the girl in her arms, allowing herself to sob freely. The room warmed up with the Shelby’s smiles. It wasn't Martha, It wasn't John, but it was their niece. A living, breathing piece of John’s heart for them to hold and treasure.

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megashadowdragon · 3 years

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You may think Ben Solo did not deserve mercy, but let's all remember this is a FICTIONAL universe and fictional characters. It's ok to indulge in wishful thinking, even if Ben would not be received with welcome arms on Earth even after his redemption. Dealing with a complicated character like that and trying to find a way to give him a future in the story is hard, I will admit. It's hard to know where someone's role in society is after they've betrayed and murdered since our answer usually ends in their execution or incarceration. But imagine an ending where Ben Solo is willing to answer for his crimes, Rey contends for him, and the future of the galaxy has hope. What we were given was NOT hope. Ben Solo simply deserved a better ending than he was given. He wasn't a soulless monster like Palpatine. He had remorse. He hesitated. His anger was fueled by his mistreatment and feelings of abandonment from his family. Comment below and tell me why/why not Ben Solo deserved a better ending. Even if you don't agree, do you think his abrupt death was satisfying?

I agree with a lot of your points. He 100% should have survived and it doesn't make any sense to me that they killed him off. Ben should have been given a chance to live and atone, he could've spent the rest of his life being a better man, despite other people scorning him at first. Ben and Rey are so powerful - they are stronger together and could've helped so many people in the galaxy. Surely there would still be pockets of the First Order out there - or whole planets of innocent people still enslaved that need their help. ( I have to point out that it was never clarified how many people knew kylo ren was ben solo and its quite likely that only a small group knew ben was kylo ren so you wouldnt even need to consider the galaxy at wholes reaction for they could just claim kylo ren was dead while ben solo was still alive (people didnt know anakin was vader for years ) and poe in resistance reborn talked about ex imperials atoning for their actions so poe and the people who knew ben was kylo ren would be willing to accept ben coming back and atoning for his actions . no prison or exile he would ahve a happy ending with rey on naboo the place where anakin and padme would have raised luke and leia anidala being torn apart was the original sin ) ( I am sick and tired of redemption equals death it sends the message that if you mess up and go down the wrong path the only out is death that the most you can expect is finding a cause to die for its bs the notion that he had to die is bs

“the redemption = death bs doesnt give hope to anyone its like if you mess up you cant just make up for it

ben deserved better because in the 30 years he lived he wanst truly happy and calm until his last 20 seconds of his life”

Western story writers and directors are too set on the idea of redemption of villains through death, it's an unhealthy all too common message I don't agree with, Vader's sacrifice meant something because he saved his son, but what about Leia? What does her sacrifice mean? Why is the final shot just a lone Rey in the desert with a robot? I'll never understand these decisions, it just doesn't work.

The whole Rey replaces Ben in the Skywalker line is just disgusting. Ben was "bad" so he didn't deserve the name but Rey is perfectly "good" so she does? Kids, if you ever do anything bad watch out because your family will find a good kid, replace you, and act like you never existed. Love Disney for that message.

. There’s a clear reverse Anakin/Padme thing going on for me as is. I just think they could have gone for that full reversal, where Ben lives instead of dies like Anakin essentially did when he became Vader. And then I’m always reminded of how little Ani wanted to “free the slaves” ... and while he didn’t have to take that literal route, atonement, or working to break broken systems, would have been a wonderful close to that part of the story as well. I thought it would be nice to tie his and Finn’s stories together a little in that regard.

I don't think they ever understood what they had story wise or character wise. I don't think they ever knew what message these movies were supposed to have. TROS kept making strange story decisions without thinking through their implications. With regard to Ben Solo, they give us two fake deaths after multiple characters sacrificed themselves for him, then kill him off for real. That's the kind nonsense you find in the D-grade movies mocked on MST3K, not a Star Wars film. Worse yet, they offer the audience no catharsis for Ben's death. It happens suddenly; Rey had already given her "life force" to both the giant snake and Kylo/Ben and she's fine. So the audience doesn't expect Ben to die when he gives his "life force" to her. Then after his sudden death, he's not mourned. Rey barely reacts. He's not mentioned and his sacrifice is never discussed. Then we don't even see his Force ghost. The air got sucked out of the movie and it just ends with a thud. It's like if Titanic had ended with Rose saying, "Oh well, I guess I'll just marry Cal" and it's "The End."

Ben Solo definitely deserved better & I truly thought we would get a happily ever after, a reversal of Anakin & Padme’s fate. I also thought the stormtroopers would side with the Resistance & that the reason Leia’s allies didn’t respond at the end of TLJ was because most were disguised as stormtroopers & mingled among the First Order. 🤡 I think the Skywalker saga has ended but the Solo saga will continue. 🤞🏻 The majority of fans LOVE Kylo/Ben and that’s a fact. The general audience loved & rooted for him without ever knowing his heartbreaking backstory & that he had been targeted by Palpatine from conception. Let’s hope Disney/Lf has an ace up their sleeve.

I actually thought Ben was going to live because JJ kept marketing the film as being happy, uplifting, hopeful, and Ben's arc being "fun." In 2015 he called Star Wars a "fairytale." I had been waiting for Ben to reunite with his mother since 2015 & since 2017 to end up with Rey. Neither really happens because Ben dies, thus turning Star Wars into a tragedy that pretends it's not. We didn't even get a mother/som forceghost visual reunion as a "consolation prize". I was so sure we'd get an actual living redemption arc because I thought forgiveness and the healing of the family was their intention , but nope, just a complete annihilation of the Skywalker family. I left IX feeling depressed for all of Christmas break. ...And don't even get me started on the retcon of TLJ's Rey Nobody background setup and theme.Show less

You have to ask yourself this when thinking of Ben and Anakin. If Anakin fell to the dark side because he had an unhealthy selfish love for Padme but Ben rose from the dark side because he had a healthy selfless love for Rey. What message does it send to have both characters have the same fate when it comes to being with the women they love? (Split apart) What's the point of the saga if nothing anyone does means anything? JJ and Chris failed to ask themselves these important questions.

the theme of the original trilogy was love, hope, family, forgiveness, redemption

lucas described the star wars as a space fairy tale soap opera about love, family , hope forgiveness, redemption the skywalker saga is a family saga about the skywalker family killing off ben breaks that for it ends the saga in tragedy where every last skywalker has died the line has ended palpatine won bens abusers won

george lucas quote about story being a family-oriented fairytale of hope, love and redemption (not to mention he hates killing anyone unnecessarily bens death wasnt necessary and goes against star wars themes

George Lucas: *talks for forty years about fairy tales and HEAs and not wanting to kill characters

( this is why lucas didnt kill any of the main cast be they the trio or otherwise and chewbacc killing off ( killing off ben goes against that ( ben was a mc he was part of the narrative trio ( no matter how many antis try to claim otherwise and claim it was rey finn and poe when no ) or act like bendemption wasnt set up from day one. ( ben, rey, and finn were all main characters

on the comparison between benVader died as a middle-aged man in ill health with two living children who would carry on in the light after a golden period in his life where he was a prosperous jedi knight, Ben died a healthy 30-year-old with no family or good phase in his life, plus Vader's sacrifice was instrumental in his redemption while Ben's sacrifice happened after redemption out of narrative contrivance, they are not the same

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thosekidswhohuntmonsters · 4 years

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Always and Forever

Summary: The entire team knows that (y/n) is a vampire, but what happens when the very family that turned her shows up? Especially, the notorious flirt that is Klaus Mikaelson. Can Loki handle a little competition, or will his jealously get the best of him?

Word Count: 6600

Rating: v spicy, deff 18+

Warnings: sexual themes, blood, dirty talk, violence

Authors note: this is honestly a fight I'd pay money to see because both men radiate lethal amounts of big dick energy

♡if you enjoy this fic you’re welcome to leave a reblog/like/comment! feedback is not only welcomed but encouraged!♡

As you turned to face Loki you noticed he had a weird look in his eyes. While continuing to listen to him you secretly focused on the sound of his heart beat, the longer he spoke the faster it went.

“Loki is everything okay?” you asked while raising one of your eyebrows. You’d been sitting next to him in his room. You both were talking about what you normally talked about; everything.

You could hear his heartbeat quicken before he thought of something to say, and then it was calm again. He smiled, “Yes love, you don’t have to always worry about me”. Rolling your eyes you got up from the bed.

“Someone has to Loki, god knows you don’t”. Loki shook his head before getting up as well. Over your shoulder, you said, “I’m gonna go get us something to eat and then when-”. You tried to walk out of his room but you ran into…..something ...what was it?

Taking a step back you tried again, “Then we can talk about what’s really bothering you-what the hell?”. When you tried to walk out again you’d been hit by the same nothing, an invisible forcefield.

“Loki if this is some trick it’s not funny” you said while continuing to test the forefield. Loki shook his head and followed you to the door. He tried to move his hand out into the hallway but was stopped too, “This isn’t me”.

As he turned to face you he saw your expression change, “Love are you okay?”. You nodded your head, but you were seeing double. You felt your body going numb, “Loki listen to me-”.

Reaching forward he held onto you, “I’m listening darling what is it?”. He tried to sound strong but even with all his practice he couldn’t hide the fear in his voice. You knew what was happening, or at least you knew who to call.

“Get Bucky and tell him Klaus” you said while feeling everything get heavy. Loki held you tighter hoping it would somehow make your pain go away. He was confused, “Klaus?”. The last thing you did was nod your head.

Slowly you fell to the floor in his arms, the both of you resting against the ground. Louder than he ever had he yelled, “BROTHER!”. Loki looked down at you, scared out of his mind.

None of it had made sense; one second you were joking and now you were passed out in his arms. Things got even more confusing when he remembered that some spell was keeping you both from leaving his room.

Within seconds Thor came running, and he ran right into the forcefield. His voice was stern, “Loki lift you magic and let me in! What’s wrong with lady (y/n)?”. Thor continued to smash against the unknown force, thinking he could break it.

For the first time Loki took his eyes off you, “This isn’t me brother, you need to get James”. Thor was confused but after he saw the fear in his brother’s eyes he knew not to waste any time.

After another minute or so he’d returned not only with Bucky but nearly every single avenger. Loki lifted his head, “There is some spell keeping us in here, I don’t know what happened but you need to get whatever Klaus is”.

Bucky and Steve turned to each other before looking back at Loki. Holding his gaze he asked, “She specifically said to get Klaus?”. Loki nodded his head, wondering what the hell that was.

Steve patted Bucky’s shoulder, “I’ll get the quinjet ready and we’ll be in New Orleans in under a half an hour”. Both men rushed out of the hallway and went to prep the launch. Loki shook his head, “Why is this object in New Orleans?”.

Tony pulled out some gadget, “It’s not an object, it’s a person”. Immediately he stepped away asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to get him on the phone with Air Traffic Control. Before Loki could ask anything else he felt you starting to stir.

He held his breath as your eyes darted open and he felt your body tense. He spoke softly, “It’s okay love they’re going to get Klaus”. Loki was surprised as you got up quickly and pushed away from him.

“Loki you need to get out of here” you said while clutching your sides. There was an indescribable hunger running through your veins, something you’d never felt this intensely before.

Picking up on your body language Wanda tried to break through the barrier but it just created a wall of red. Loki slowly got up, “You and I both know that can’t happen, so tell me what's wrong”.

You started to feel like you were losing control of yourself. Shaking your head you looked up at him, “What’s happening is that I’m starving and I’m trapped in this room with you”. The rest of the avengers looked to each other in panic.

Loki held your gaze before rolling up his sleeves, “Then feed from me, I trust you”. Everyone nearly gasped, you’d only ever fed in front of Bucky and Steve. You shook your head, “Loki I can't ...you've never seen my true form and-”.

He took a step closer to you, “What if I showed you mine?”. Thor smiled to himself knowing that if Loki was prepared to do that then you meant a great deal to him. Still you wouldn’t budge, “Loki-”.

You were torn; you trusted him and you knew he trusted you, but this was much more complex. Feeding on a person was intimate, not to say that you didn’t have intimate thoughts about Loki, it was just that you didn’t want this to be the first time you acted on them.

“I don’t want to hurt you” you said wincing in pain, both emotional and physical. Before you could say anything else you head multiple footsteps coming down the hall, and then the familiar sound of a light gust of wind.

“Well love, good to see you still look ravishing after all these years”. Turning your attention you walked towards the barrier. Still holding your stomach you said, “Well you sound like Kol Mikaelson, but you don’t look like him”.

He took a step towards the barrier as well, “I’ll explain it all later, you know not while you’re about to suck your friend dry”. You and Loki looked to each other quickly, suddenly aware of the danger.

Loki tilted his head to the side, “I beg your pardon?”. Finally Steve and Bucky joined you all, clearly out of breath. Steve explained, “We got to tower security when F.R.I.D.A.Y. explained the Mikaelson’s were already here.

Then you saw him, “Hello love, wish it could be under better circumstances but you know how things go in our family”. It had been a year or so since you’d seen Klaus last. Instantly you perked up, “What’s a reunion without a little death?”.

Elijah, Klaus’s brother, stood next to him, “Not terribly fun I’d imagine”. You smiled, it felt good to be around them again. Suddenly Sam spoke up, “Alright I’ll bite; who the hell are these guys”. You opened your mouth to speak but you suddenly started coughing.

Bucky spoke for you, “They’re the family that turned (y/n) into a vampire and she’s known them for hundreds of years”. All the avengers eyes widened, they never realized how old you were.

Thor asked again, “Hundreds of years?”. You nodded your head and looked back to Loki, knowing you were both thinking the same thing. His voice was soft, “So you live as long as gods?”.

Kol interrupted the moment, “Not if she dies right here with you mate”. The Mikaelson’s moved into action, and the avengers stood there feeling out of place. Elijah rolled up his sleeves, “I know you all are self proclaimed superheroes, but this is out of your realm I’m afraid”.

Loki stood a little taller as he made his way over to you. He stood beside you, “I’m a god”. All you could focus on was the sound of his heart beat, making you think of all the blood flowing through his veins.

Kol pulled various objects out of a bag, “That’s all well and good mate but still ain’t gonna help here”. When you noticed the smirk on his lips you rolled your eyes. Shaking your head you said, “Yep that’s really you Kol”.

He winked at you while starting to lay out his ingredients for what you assumed was a spell. Tony joined you all, “If you don’t mind me asking; what the hell is going on?”. Everyone seemed to nod their heads, just as confused.

Klaus spoke up, “Our other brother Finn seeks to destroy us, including our dear (y/n), and this is all his doing”. Sam looked to Nat while mouthing the word brother, making sure he’d heard that right.

You looked to Loki, “And you thought your had family problems”. When you watched his lips curve into a smile it made everything much harder. You took a step away from him, “So what’s the plan”.

Klaus winked, “Eager are we?”. You were too busy to see Loki and Thor exchange glances before Loki tensed up. Klaus continued, “My lovely, non psychotic, brother Kol here will lift this spell”.

Elijah picked up where Klaus left off, “Time is of the essence and his spell can only hold down the wall for less than a minute”. You looked to Loki wondering if that would be long enough for you to stop yourself from hurting him.

Steve placed a hand on his hip, “But that doesn’t explain what happened to (y/n) and what’s still wrong with her”. If these people didn’t mean so much to you Klaus would not have responded so nicely.

He placed a hand on Steve’s shoulder, “You see my brother thinks that I hate (y/n) and that Elijah loves her, which is why he’s made the cure my very blood. He thinks that I would let her die, and finally my brother and I would be divided, making our family weak and vulnerable”.

Klaus now stood in front of you on the other side of the barrier. This invisible force field is the only thing separating you, “But I would never let any harm come her way”. As you looked into his eyes your smile grew.

Kol chimed in, “I’ve started the spell now, when you see the flash of red light Elijah you pull Loki out of there and Klaus you jump in”. Both men nodded their heads, and Loki felt a pang of jealousy for feeling so useless.

“Klaus you’ll be stuck with her in there until sunset”. Loki’s jaw nearly dropped. He hated the idea of some man from your past, who had no trouble flirting with you, spend the night with you.

Klaus responded to his brother without looking away from you. He continued to hold your gaze, “I could think of far worse punishments”. You laughed softly before going into another coughing fit.

“Kol start the spell ...I can’t hold it” you looked to Loki with fear in your eyes. He swallowed hard, it was obvious how hard you were trying to restrain yourself. You felt the hunger only growing, and it was so bad you cried out in pain.

Klaus pressed against the barrier, “KOL NOW”. Kol had already started the spell, closing his eyes he repeated various incantations. Everyone else in the room fell silent, unsure of what else to do.

They couldn’t avenge their way out of this situation; Thor’s hammer wouldn’t smash the barrier, Loki’s magic couldn’t lift the spell, Clint couldn’t shoot an arrow through it, not even Bucky’s arm or Steve’s shield would break the barrier.

Kol’s eyes darted open, “NOW”. There was a puff of red smoke, and there was also red in your eyes. Before Loki was whisked away to safety he saw your face, and he was shocked. Using their superspeed Elijah grabbed Loki bringing him out of the room, and Klaus pinned you against the nearest wall.

He pinned your arms above your head, “What do you think love? Shall we drag out the plencentries or get right down to it”. You had felt a shift inside of yourself, and you knew your hunger had taken over.

You didn’t care anymore that all of your friends would now see this side of you, you didn’t care that they’d see your true form. All you could focus on was the sound of Klaus’s pulse, and how badly you wanted to sink your teeth right in.

Using your own super strength and speed you pushed him back into one of Loki’s chairs. Straddling him you smirked, “I think for once you should shut that pretty little mouth of yours”. All your friends were shocked, and they looked to the Mikaelson’s for help but were only met with their smirks.

Klaus licked his lips, “I almost forgot this side of you my little wolf”. Even Steve and Bucky turned to each other in confusion. Elijah filled them in, “Our lovely (y/n) is not merely a vampire; she is a hybrid. Both werewolf and vampire, and the first Klaus ever created”.

Loki’s eyes widened, wondering why you’d keep something like that from him. It was hard enough to see you acting like this, but only because he wished you were doing this with him.

He didn’t care if it was dangerous, or even taboo, he loved you no matter what you were. The problem was that these were thoughts he kept to himself, too terribly afraid to ever act on them.

Rolling your eyes you raised Klaus’s arm, bringing his wrist to your lips. As you felt your lips graze his skin you closed your eyes. After nearly moaning you said, “Well now you’ll remember it”.

The entire team still had a perfect view of you; fangs and all. Loki studied the features of your face; how your eyes were now a mixture of red and gold, the veins around your eyes black, your fangs as your lips curled into a smirk.

He was confused by the arousal he felt while looking at you, and fixed his shirt while trying to compose himself. The sound of Thor’s voice almost startled him, “She still looks beautiful somehow doesn’t she”.

Loki was unable to see the look on his brothers face, but he knew there was a smirk there. Thor was the only one who knew about Loki’s feelings for you. Loki’s arousal grew as he watched you pulled your head back while trying to catch your breath.

Your voice was breathless, “God that tastes good”. The rest of the team picked up on how obscene that sounded too, leaving them even more confused. Loki felt a nudge at his side and as he turned he saw it was the man named Kol.

“If that was you mate she wouldn’t have stopped drinking until there wasn’t a drop left” he said with a small chuckle. Elijah adjusted his tie while turning away from the show infront of him.

He pulled out a handkerchief, “Yes our brother Finn is a malicious one, if (y/n) fed on anyone but Niklaus she would’ve fed until her insatiable hunger ate her alive”. Loki turned back to you, his eyes filled with concern over what could’ve been.

Klaus let his hand trail up your body before grabbing a fistful of your hair. His smirk was enemorous, “My turn love”. Loki gritted his teeth as he watched another man pull your head down so close to his face that your lips had grazed his.

Klaus spoke softly, “This isn’t part of the spell, but we can pretend it is”. You didn’t pull away, in fact you just smirked right back at him. Delicately Klaus turned your head to the side, exposing your neck fully to him.

As you felt his teeth sink into your vein you closed your eyes in pleasure. Tony adjusted his glasses, “Okay am I the only one getting kinky vibes from this….”. There was a unanimous grunt of agreement from every avenger.

Elijah nodded his head, “Feeding is...intimate...especially in circumstances like these”. Loki felt his own anger start to build, he was so upset with himself.

First he felt like he was useless to you, then as he watched you turn he’d felt even more connected to you, and now he felt like you were falling in love with someone else right before his very eyes.

Finally he spoke, “Well then I guess we should give them the privacy they need”. Without saying anything else, or waiting to see what anyone else would say, he made his way to the library.

Klaus pulled back from you, “I suggest you all do the same”. Thor was grateful his brother had already left the room or else he clearly would’ve lost it. Knowing exactly where to go, he made his way to the library.

Coming down from your blood high you looked out the window, surveying the city down below. Klaus had walked to the enormous bookshelf in Loki’s room, “You’ve always loved a man who reads haven’t you”.

Looking over your shoulder you chuckled, “And who says I’m in love?”. You could still see the smirk on his face from across the room. Klaus pulled out a book, “While you were too busy dying I was looking at the chap and well..”.

He’d gotten your attention. Turning around fully you asked, “Well what?”. Finally he looked at you, mischief in his eyes. Klaus held your gaze, “If killing me didn’t mean killing you, he wouldn’t have hesitated”.

You laughed, “A lot of people want to kill you Klaus, do you already forget why we’re trapped here”. Klaus laughed softly too, walking towards you. He held up a finger, “Okay I also might’ve read his thoughts”.

“Klaus that’s an invasion of privacy!”. As he stood before you he was smirking more than ever before. He leaned closer to you, “If you don’t want to know what I’ve found than why is your heart beating so fast?”.

You rolled your eyes, but you had to admit he was right. Klaus spoke softly, “First admit how you feel about him to me”. Shaking your head you couldn’t believe how juvenile he was being.

He shrugged his shoulders, “When the sun sets this spell will lift, and you’ll no longer be able to hide away in this room. I know we have much more time than humans do, but that doesn’t mean we should waste it”.

You let out a sigh, “Fine you’re right okay? I….I….oh fuck I love him”. It had been the first time you’d ever said that aloud before. Klaus rubbed your upper arm, “It was bloody obvious before I read his thoughts”.

You’d been on this earth for a long time and you’d never felt something as strong as your love for Loki. He’d awoken something inside of you that you thought you’d never feel again. You loved him more than you thought you ever could, or ever had in your hundreds of years.

“And of course he loves you too...madly in love if I’m being honest”. Klaus watched your entire face light up. You smiled from ear to ear, “Let’s hope he still does after what he saw”.

Klaus wiggled his eyebrows, “He’d be insane not too, you were utterly ravishing earlier”. You rolled your eyes before the both of you started to laugh. Together you decided to kill time by catching up, after all he clearly had some family issues right now.

Thor stepped lightly, “So brother you appear to be in a good mood”. Thor was met with Loki’s best version of a death glare, which was pretty good. Looking back down to his book Loki said, “Oh I’m just positively ecstatic”.

Loki heard the desk legs creek while taking his brothers weight, but he still didn’t look up. Sitting on top of the desk Thor said, “Why do you do this to yourself?”. Thor had seen his brother allow his most insecure thoughts to eat him alive countless times.

While flipping a page Loki asked, “Do what brother?”. Thor shook his head, this had obviously been the worst. He grabbed the book from Loki’s hands, “You know exactly what”.

Loki reached for the book, “The only thing I am trying to do is read, but you’ve not so graciously stolen my book!”. Thor knew Loki’s anger was completely misguided. He stood on top of the table and as Loki lunged toward him jumped down.

“Look at this! You’re so hurt that you’re fighting me for a book!”. Still Loki continued, not wanting to accept what was really hurting him. He flipped his hair back, “I can assure you I’m not fighting...yet”.

Both men stopped when they heard the sound of footsteps. Looking up they realized it was one of the vampires, the one named Elijah. He walked slowly, “I don’t mean to interrupt but I wanted to explain a few things from earlier”.

Loki gritted his teeth at the sight of a Mikaelson, making him think of how Klaus had acted with you earlier. Thor smiled, “Of course, my brother would love to hear it”. Loki rolled his eyes after seeing how Thor looked at him, as if he were a child.

“I’ll begin by saying that (y/n) was not completely herself. She was driven by a hunger so intense it can be bone crushing, and once she fulfilled that need she experienced a sort of high”. Loki hadn’t expected him to say that, sitting down he began to listen.

Elijah continued, “Feeding is euphoric, you see for vampires everything is heightened. Hunger; anger, sadness, lust, love”. Loki couldn’t ignore the fact that Elijah had looked directly at him while saying the last two words.

“However, do not misinterpret her reactions to my brother Klaus for any of those other than hunger. Her love lies somewhere else I’m afraid”. Once again he’d looked directly into Loki’s eyes. Elijah smiled, “Goodnight gentlemen, and Loki the spell should be wearing off any second now”.

Loki looked to the window and saw that the sun was setting. Thor was smirking from ear to ear, “Thank you Elijah for everything”. Elijah nodded his head, leaving as quickly as he had come.

“Shut up” Loki said while placing the book down. Thor could see the smile on his brothers face out of the corner of his eye. He smiled too, “I’ll wait here while you go finally tell (y/n) you’re madly in love with her”.

Loki couldn’t fight it, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. He’d finally gotten the push he’d needed, and he’d be damned if he wasted another second. He was going to tell you everything he’d always wanted to.

“And with that note, I’ll finally be on my way love” Klaus said while getting up from the bed. You rubbed your eyes, sleepy from all the catching up you’d been doing. Looking to the window you saw the sun had finally set.

You followed him to the door, “Let’s hope Kol’s spell worked”. For a moment you both held your breath as Klaus went to walk through the door. Effortlessly his foot hit the ground, making you both let out a sigh of relief.

Joining him you hugged him, “Thank you for everything Klaus”. He held you tighter, his arms wrapped around you. He spoke softly, “Always and forever my little wolf”. When he pulled back from you, you noticed Loki.

“I’m sorry to interrupt the moment” he said almost sheepishly. You felt your stomach drop as you saw him standing there before you. Klaus patted his shoulder, “You weren’t interrupting anything”.

Leaning in closer he whispered, “And if you ever hurt her I can assure you I won’t cease until you wish for something as sweet as death”. Pulling back Klaus smiled brightly. You said your last goodbyes, “Always and forever Nik”.

Loki stepped casually into his room, “Well he was…..interesting”. You followed Loki into his room, surprised you felt safe enough to stay after almost dying there. You played with your hands, “I’m sorry for earlier….It was-”.

He smiled, “It was wonderful”. You raised one of your eyebrows in confusion before joining him on the edge of the bed. Wearily you repeated, “Wonderful? You saw me nearly rip someone's arm off their body”.

Loki nodded his head, “I’ve always admired strong women”. For a moment you looked into eachothers eyes, the room filled with your laughter. Still holding his gaze you asked, “You aren’t afraid of me?”.

Not as bravely you asked, “You don’t find me ugly?”. To your surprise you felt his hand on yours. He spoke with passion, “You are the most beautiful woman I have met, far more stunning than any goddess I’ve ever encountered”.

You could feel your desire building up, more intense than before. Nervously you said, “Loki I...I don’t know if it’s safe for me to be around you”. He didn’t flinch, didn’t take his hand back.

In fact he held your hand tighter, “I am not afraid, and I am not going anywhere”. Your body was trying to turn, you wanted to feed. He moved his face closer to yours, “If I show you my true form will you show me yours”.

You tried to look away from him but you couldn’t deny the way you felt for him. Slowly you said, “Loki if I show you I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself”. To your surprise there was a smirk on his lips.

“Who said I’d want you to?” he told you. Letting go of your hand he stood up from the bed. Slowly he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again they were red. He spoke softly, “It’s no secret I am from Jotunheim, which means I am a frost giant”.

As he spoke you saw his skin start to turn a pale shade of blue. Your jaw dropped as you saw the patterns across his skin all in a deeper shade of blue. He looked beautiful, every inch of him.

“I assume you like what you see” he teased while sitting back down onto the bed. Leaning forward you went to trace one of the patterns on his face that went down to his neck. As you got closer to his jugular you swallowed hard.

His voice was welcoming, “Darling don’t fight it”. Your chest heaved up and down before you opened your eyes again. You looked into his eyes and searched for any bit of doubt, but then you finally realized…

Loki had been told he was a monster just like you had. People thought he was filled with darkness because of what he was, but it had nothing to do with who he truly was, just misguided labels formed in ignorance.

He could never hate you because he was you. Flawed, confused, battling within himself, but nonetheless beautiful, wise, happy, and selfless. Maybe this was meant to be, maybe he was the happiness you’d always dreamed of.

Finally you let your body turn, showing him your true form. Just like you had done he’d brought his hand to your face and traced the veins beneath your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched a smile form upon his lips.

He moved his hand beneath your chin while softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Loki spoke softly, “You’re still beautiful to me, if not more now”. Laughing softly at his remark you found yourself blushing.

Loki’s smile only grew, but the look in his eyes changed as you brought your head up again. He could feel the tension, the desire so thick in the air you could see it like fog. Trying to reassure yourself you listened to his heartbeat, it was faster than ever before.

“Maybe now I should finally admit something I’ve kept to myself,” he said while still looking into your eyes. You felt your entire stomach drop as if you were on some amusement park ride and you’d just done a loop-de-loop.

Breathlessly you nodded your head, your eyes pleading him to continue. His smile turned into a smirk, “I find you incredibly sexy like this you know ...I love it…..and you”. If your emotions weren’t hightned enough before they were going crazy now.

With a little more confidence he repeated, “I love you”. You swore you could see a glimmer of light in his eyes. You were word vomiting, “God not only do you find me sexy like this you also love me?”.

He laughed softly while nodding his head. Finally you inched closer to him, “I love you too Loki ...more than I ever knew you could love someone”. Loki took that as the go sign, inching forward too he cupped your face.

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, and your lust and hunger only growing. Using your superabilites you moved him to rest against the headboard, his back hitting it with a small thud.

You were straddling him now and pulling back you said, “I’m sorry-”. Loki cut you off by shaking his head. He had a new look in his eyes, “I love it..I want you to let go...feed from me”.

Knowing you couldn’t fight it anymore you listened. As you brought your tongue to lick across your teeth, fangs included, Loki felt himself getting harder. He couldn’t explain it, but he was so drawn to this side of you.

You went to grab his wrist but he shook his head. Breathing deeply he said, “No darling, my neck”. If it hadn’t been for the look of pure lust in his eyes you would’ve hesitated, but you knew it was what he wanted.

Slowly you kissed down his jaw, licking over the spot you wanted to bite. As he felt your tongue flick over his skin he gasped from anticipation. Moving your hand to hold his head in place you finally sank your teeth in.

You had fed a thousand times in your life, but it had never felt as euphoric as this. Despite how indulgent you were, you still listened to his heart so you would know when to stop.

Loki had never felt anything like this before either. As he closed his eyes he could feel himself getting a little lightheaded, but in the same way as if you’d drank too much. Maybe he liked knowing how much he trusted you, his life was in your very hands.

Whatever it was; it was oddly euphoric and he didn’t want you to stop. As he felt your fangs leave his skin and your tongue lick over the place again it sent shivers down his spine. He’d never had someone make him feel pleasure like this, normally it was the other way around.

Groaning you pulled back, “Fuck that was good”. Again he cupped your face, holding your head in place. Leaning forward he licked the little trail of blood flowing down from your lips, surprising the both of you.

You were starting to feel a sort of blood high again, Loki was a god which meant he could handle losing much more blood than the average man. He saw your eyes were glassy, “My my pet, someone’s enjoying themselves”.

Leaning back you rested your hands against his chest, “I think I’m not the only one”. There was a smirk upon his lips, Loki knew you weren’t the only one with special powers. He was a frost giant afterall.

“Lie on your back” he demanded. You raised your eyebrows at his sudden tone of voice, but your own curiosity made you listen to what he’d said. He propped himself up with one of his elbows so he was hovering over you.

He started to kiss down your neck, “I’m afraid you’ve awoken something in me that I had thought had been long gone”. Loki paused for a moment, making sure to leave love bites all over your skin.

“I have not felt desire like this in ages my pet. All I want to do is feel you quiver beneath me while you cry out in pleasure”. Between his lips and his words you closed your eyes in pleasure.

His laugh was so low it was almost a growl, “You do realize you are dealing with a god ...a god who knows how to be so bad it’s terribly ...sinfully...good”. While moving his hands down your body he pulled up the fabric of your dress.

While his hands traced the hem of your panties you felt it, the cold. It sent shivers down your spine and made your eyes dart open. Loki smirked, “You’re not the only one with powers darling”.

You mirrored his expression, you’d never felt anything like this before. Slowly he pulled down your panties, and finally his fingertips skimmed over your clit. The slight touch made you arch your back, “Loki please”.

As Loki realized he could drive you mad like this, with barely even touching you, he found himself getting more turned on. His hands grazed your clit again as he purred, “Please what pet?”.

You shook your head, “I want your fingers inside of me”. He groaned at how forward you were being, and how desperate you sounded. Licking his lips he finally started to massage your clit.

The feeling of his ice cold fingers made your hips jerk. Loki clicked his tongue, “Am I going to have to hold you down darling?”. While talking he started to massage faster, knowing it was bringing you even closer to orgasm.

“Loki I don’t know if you could”. You were fully in transition now, and all the pleasure you were feeling made it impossible to control yourself. Loki moved both of your hands to be pinned above your head.

He hovered over you completely, “I am a god (y/n), you have no idea how powerful I am”. You looked up at him, a smirk on your lips. All you could think about was what would happen next, and how good it would probably feel.

Loki was smirking too, letting go of one of your wrists he snapped his fingers, using his magic you were both fully naked. His eyes trailed down your body, “I’d love to take my time exploring every inch of your skin, but I think you need to be reminded about who you’re dealing with”.

“Do I now?”. Loki shook his head, you testing him like this brought out something inside of him he’d forgotten he’d had. His voice was stern, “I want you on your stomach”. You rolled your eyes in defiance but listened to him.

Without hesitation he pulled your ass towards him, making your knees bent now. Your head pressed against the mattress, and when you turned it to the side you could see him. Loki grabbed one of your arms and pinned it behind your back.

“You’re already soaking wet for me love”. Loki trailed his cock up and down your wet slit before finally sliding it inside of you. His cock was just as cold as his fingers had been, and it was a completely new sensation.

Wanting more you arched your back, pressing against him. Loki groaned, “I want you to let everyone know whos fucking you like this”. He started to slowly thrust his hips forward, building up a rhythm.

You moaned his name loudly but that wasn’t enough, “Again”. You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm just by how demanding his voice sounded. Closing your eyes you moaned, “Loki”.

He went faster, “Good little pet, now whose cock is filling you up?”. This time you screamed his name even louder, and Loki threw his head back while moaning. Loki gripped your hip with his other hand, using it to slam into you.

“Whos gonna make that pretty pussy cum?”. You had never felt a sensation like this in your entire life, the coldness of his cock was amazing. Breathlessly you screamed, “Loki...fuck Loki please!”.

He was just as close, “Cum around my cock (y/n), cum for me right now”. His words pushed you over the edge, sending your body into an almost euphoric shock. The coldness was tingling your clit, making this orgasm unlike any other.

Your senses as a vampire were heightened enough, but now you were also a little blood high on top of feeling a new sensation. All these things together sent wave after wave of pleasure throughout your entire body.

Loki was right along with you, this had been the first time he’d ever had sex in his true form, and it had been like nothing he’d ever felt before. As Loki felt your walls clench around his cock, he released inside of you.

Holding on tightly to your hips, he let his orgasm take over. Loki closed his eyes, threw his head back in pleasure, and let his body succumb to the most intense feeling of euphoria he’d ever felt.

Together you rode out your orgasms, both of you shocked by how amazing this felt. Loki held onto your hips, unable to move his cock because it was still so sensitive. Smirking you started to rotate your hips knowing it would drive him wild.

“Fuck darling...oh fuck”. Finally Loki opened his eyes, still trying to catch his breath. Slowly he pulled out of you, laying down next to you on the bed. Turning to face him you could see the proud look on his face.

He shook his head, “I’ve never felt anything like that before…”. Moving closer to him you rested your head against his chest. You listened to his heartbeat, and it was the calmest it had ever been.

“I love you”. It felt so good to finally say it out loud, and to know that he felt the same exact way. Loki brought one of his hands to run through your hair, “I love you too darling”. Leaning closer to you he placed a light kiss on your forehead.

Softly you told him, “Always and forever”. Loki had heard that repeated many times earlier, and he wanted to know why. Loki became a little more serious, “I heard what you said to them earlier, always and forever, does it mean something more”.

You smiled, it was more endearing than saying I love you. It had held the Mikaelson’s together for the past century, and the day that saying extended to you you’d known you were officially part of their family.

“It means that no matter what happens, and no matter what I’d have to do, I will always be there for you”. Loki held your body a little tighter, he had never had someone promise him something like this. Softly he repeated, “Always and forever”.

In his entire life all he had wanted was love, but over the years he had constantly been denied it, making him think it was the last thing he’d ever have. But now….now as he looked down at you and thought about everything you had just shared with one another, he felt those words with every fiber of his being.

Always and forever...it wasn’t just a promise he’d made to you but one you’d also made to him...always and forever.

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Sub Rosa [18]

v. human trials

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Violence, mass murder, fighting, language, blood, death. A slightly spicy moment.

Summary: Finn goes off the rails, and you arrive just in time to witness the aftermath.

a/n: one day late on posting this, bc yesterday was just....not the day for me, so apologies! it’s starting to get crazy for our friends in the 100, so I hope y’all are ready! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

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You stoke the fire, and the flames rise a little higher, sharing their warmth. You lean back against the fallen tree behind you, turning towards the cave when you hear someone leave, smiling when your gaze falls on Bellamy. He smiles back and settles down beside you. “They’re both asleep.”

You hum in response. “Where’s Octavia?”

“Keeping watch.” He’s silent for a minute, before he reaches over and grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You look down and smile, before turning your gaze to search his face. “I really am sorry about earlier and not agreeing with you at first about Mel.”

“I think you made up for it when you lowered yourself over the side of a mountain.”

His fingers trace patterns over the back of your hand, and you close your eyes and drink in the feeling of his skin touching yours. You feel electrified, every nerve awake from his body being so close to yours. He shifts beside you and you open your eyes to find him turned towards you, facing you fully. His eyes rove over your face, mapping it, and you do the same with him, cataloging each cut and bruise from the last few days that mars his skin.

He reaches up and brushes a bruise that darkens your cheekbone, fingers tracing over it lightly. You lean into his touch, and he whispers, “You’re so beautiful.”

You smile, melting from his words, melting beneath his gaze, and he leans forward, closing the space between you. You allow him to press his lips to yours, and his kisses are soft at first, so soft that you wonder if you’re imagining the whole thing. But when you peek one eye open and see his face close to yours, you know you aren’t dreaming.

After a while, his kisses grow hungry, his lips pressing harder against yours. You open your mouth to catch your breath, and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. As soon as your tongues meet, a fire starts to grow within you, and your hands start to roam up to his hair, where you give a light tug, causing him to moan into your mouth. You swallow it greedily as his hands drop from your face, skating down your neck, over your back and chest, before settling on your waist. He tugs you towards him, lifting you slightly until you are sitting in his lap, straddling him, one leg on either side of him.

His lips shift from your mouth, over your chin and down to your neck, where he latches onto the sensitive spot there. A breathy moan slips past your lips, which only seems to encourage him harder as he nips and laves over the spot. You almost let out another moan when you hear a throat clearing behind you. You and Bellamy fly apart, and you jump from his lap and stand, both of you looking embarrassed about being caught. Octavia smirks at you both and Bellamy pulls himself to his feet, stammering, “Uh, I’ll go stand watch. You two get some rest.” And he practically scurries off, leaving you and Octavia alone. She walks towards you and you hope the dark of the night hides your blush as she settles down against the log, patting the spot beside her. You lower yourself down, avoiding eye contact. “So.”

“So.”

“You and my brother.”

It’s not a question, but you answer like it is. “Yes.”

“Hm.” She doesn’t say anything else, just gazes in the direction Bellamy left in.

“It’s still new.”

She reaches out and grabs your hand. “He deserves to be happy. You deserve to be happy. And I think you're good for him, so I approve.”

You’re more pleased than you thought you’d be to hear the words, and you let out a quiet laugh. “Well, I’m glad we have your approval.”

You’re both quiet for a minute, before she tugs on your hand, and you turn towards her. “Is that why you didn’t go with Finn to find Clarke?”

“Yes and no.” She looks confused, so you add, “Honestly, I'm a little scared of Finn right now. He went a little...off the rails once we lost Clarke and the others.”

You pull your hand free from hers and push your sleeve up your arm, revealing the bruises. Octavia gasps, “Finn did that?”

“Not on purpose. But yes.” You take in a deep breath, and let it out as a sigh. “I just didn’t want to be alone with him, even if it meant finding Clarke. I’d rather be a few days late to the party and have other people with me, just in case.”

She nods in understanding, and you stifle a yawn. She laughs and motions towards the cave. “You should probably get some rest, we have a long walk ahead of us tomorrow.”

“You’re probably right.” You stand, stretching out your limbs, before you start to step away. You pause and turn towards your dark haired friend, giving her a smile. “I’m glad you’re back, Octavia.”

“Yeah, me too.”

And then you both wave goodnight before you head into the cave and settle in beside Mel and Monroe, letting sleep take you.

Much of the walk back to Camp Jaha consists of catching up with Octavia, and hearing all about the things she’s seen since you last saw each other at the battle at the dropship. She tells you about Lincoln and Nyko, fighting the Reapers, and the few bits of Grounder culture that Lincoln had taught her before she lost him. You take it all in with excitement, despite the sadness you have about Octavia losing Lincoln.

It’s near midday when the terrain starts to look familiar, and the sounds of camp reach your ears. Everyone lowers their weapons and puts them away, not wanting to be seen as a threat as you burst through the treeline and out into the open, following the path to the front gates. Up ahead, you can hear Guards jumping into action, training their guns on you. You send up a silent prayer that Shumway isn’t among them. As the gate opens, the guards start to yell, “Weapons. We need your weapons!”

Bellamy and Mel pass through first, and he gives up his pistol. You and Monroe hand over the rifles, but Octavia keeps the sword strapped to her back. They don’t press her for it. Your mom jogs up to the group, ignoring you all and focusing on the injured girls. She reaches Mel first, reaching up to brush the hair from her face. “I know you. Factory station. Where are the others?”

Mel whispers back, “There are no others.”

Bellamy drops his arm from around her, and turns to your mom. “Found her a day from here. No survivors. Lots of supplies.”

“Get her to medical.”

You and Octavia step forward with Monroe, and your mom reaches out for her, taking her hand. You see a pin on her jacket glinting in the sun, but you don’t get a chance to ask her about it, because she’s already turned and heading back to medical, thinking only of the injured. You look at Bellamy, about to say something, when you hear the sound of feet thundering towards you. You turn just in time for someone to collide with you, and your mouth stretches into a grin when your eyes catch on a head of golden hair. She whispers your name, and you feel tears prick your eyes. “Clarke.”

She pulls away to look at you, and you feel your expression harden when you see the cuts and bruises all over her face, but she gives you a watery smile, making you forget. “I thought you were dead.”

You shake your head and pull her in for another hug, shocked that she’s here, shocked that she’s alive. She pulls away and gives Bellamy and Octavia equally strong hugs, all of you happy to be alive and reunited. As you watch the reunion, Raven steps up beside Clarke, crutch under her arm and brace secured over her leg. You feel a pang of sorrow in your chest and you reach forward to hug her, happy that she made it through the surgery. When you pull back, Bellamy is turning towards Clarke. “How many are with you?”

“None.” Your face falls, and you see Bellamy and Octavia’s do the same. Clarke looks behind you, and then around you, before her eyes meet yours, searching. “Where’s Finn?”

You shake your head, thinking of Finn, unhinged, looking for your twin. “Looking for you.”

Her face falls, and she thinks a moment before reaching out to grab your hand. “Mom is the Chancellor.”

“What?”

She nods at the others, “C’mon, we need to tell her everything. We have to get to Finn and we have to get back to Mount Weather.”

Four heads whip towards her at the same time, shocked. “Mount Weather?”

“I’ll explain everything, let’s go.”

She pulls you towards the Medical tent, already talking of Mount Weather and escape plans.

An hour later, you, Bellamy, and Clarke stand outside of the council’s meeting room, waiting, pacing. Clarke told them everything, about Mount Weather, and the harvesting chambers, and the Grounders. And you and Bellamy filled them in on everything you had seen and witnessed, leaving out the parts about Finn losing his mind. Because they don’t need to know right now. Because we protect our own.

Finally, when it seems like a lifetime has passed, the council exits their meeting, and you and Clarke approach your mother, expectant. Bellamy lingers behind you, still pacing. “Well?”

She turns to Clarke with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but they’re on their own.”

Clarke shakes her head and you make a sound of protest. “What? No. You can't just cut them loose!”

She adopts the Mother Tone. “Sweetheart, we don't have the manpower to send out two separate rescue missions and protect our camp.”

“They're in trouble,” you cut in, forcing your mom to look at you. “They’re either gonna get themselves killed or they're gonna make things worse with the Grounders.”

“Who we need to get our people out of Mount Weather,” Clarke adds.

She looks between you both, “I know you both feel this is unfair. But our priority has to be with Chancellor Kane if there is any hope for peace.”

“If you wanted peace, you shouldn't have killed the only Grounder who was gonna help us.” Your twin’s voice is hard, and she glances over at Major Byrne, who is standing nearby listening.

“I’m sorry. The decision's been made.”

Bellamy stops pacing, and steps forward to join the conversation, jaw clenching with anger. “You’re sorry? Finn and Murphy are out there looking for Clarke with guns you gave us, and now she's home, you're just going to abandon them? If you can't spare the guards, we know the terrain, we have a map. We can do it ourselves.”

You and Clarke start nodding, agreeing with him, but she immediately shoots him down. “Absolutely not.”

“Mom-”

She cuts Clarke off, voice hitching with emotion. “I just got you both back!”

And before either of you can argue, Jackson comes running down the hall, stopping beside your mom, looking sheepish. “Abby. I’m sorry, we need you in medical.”

You glare at her and step back. “You better go.”

She appraises you, and then Clarke, picking up on both of your anger and frustration, and as her gaze bounces between the pair of you, she yells, “Byrne? No one leaves this camp.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

She gives you one last hard look before brushing past, and you grab Clarke’s hand and pull her over to Bellamy, the three of you standing close. You look at each of them, and set your jaw. “We’re leaving this camp.”

They both nod, and Clarke adds, “And we’re gonna need guns.” She steps away, “I’ll go find Raven and Octavia.”

“We’ll go get supplies. Meet at the back of the camp, behind the prison.”

And then you break apart, leaving Clarke to head towards the engineering station, while you and Bellamy search for packs and food.

Less than an hour later, you and Bellamy are standing behind the prison, waiting, when Raven walks up and sets down a large duffel bag. “I scored you a couple extra clips.”

Bellamy reaches in the bag and starts pulling out weapons when Clarke jogs up to join you. “Hey. Our mom's in surgery and the team going after Kane just left. We should, too.”

Bellamy hands you a gun while he looks at your twin. “Did you find Octavia?”

“No. I found you.” You all turn at the sound of her voice, watching as she jogs closer to you. She comes to a stop beside her brother. “I’m not letting you leave here without me.”

Behind you, Clarke starts, “Octavia-”

“Finn and Murphy are headed for Lincoln's village. I’ve been there. Have you?” She turns and looks at Clarke. “Has she?”

Bellamy tips his head to the side, a smirk on his face. “You done?”

You bend down and pick up the backpack at your feet, passing it to him so he can offer it to her. She eyes it with suspicion. “What’s this?”

“Your pack.” She smirks at him and takes it, and he holds out his arm in front of him. “Lead the way.”

She steps towards the fence, and you start to follow, but Raven holds out her crutch, blocking her path. “Whoa. Not so fast, Pocahontas.”

She touches her crutch to the fence and it sparks with electricity. You turn to Bellamy, your brows lifted, and mutter, “That’s new.”

“I thought you said it was handled.”

Raven turns to Clarke. “It is.” She pulls a radio from her pocket and lifts it. “Shut her down, Wick.”

She waits a minute and then tests the fence again, and this time, there is no reaction. She smirks, “Handled.”

Octavia tosses her pack through the fence and ducks through, and you all follow, immediately heading toward the trees, using them for cover. You run through the woods for a few miles, before slowing to a walk. The sky grows darker earlier than usual, and a rumble of thunder tells you why.

You smile when the first drop touches your skin, still just as in love with the rain as the first time you saw it, months ago, when Bellamy was still a jerk and Wells was alive. You wish he could be here to see everything now. Because despite not knowing him well, you know he was a good man. He protected you and Clarke from the truth about your mother, and your father’s death. Too bad he didn’t realize it was your fault all along. Because I’m cursed.

Bellamy pulls you from your thoughts when he reaches out to grab your hand, lacing your fingers together. “What are you thinking about?”

You shake your head, dislodging the bad memories, only focusing on the good as you smile at him. “The first thunderstorm.” You see his smile lift and you ask, “Do you remember it? After your talk with Wells?”

You see his face fall a little at the name and his smile grows sad, but he nods. “I wish he was here to see this.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

You both keep walking in silence, following behind Octavia and Clarke, watching the way the rain falls through the thick canopy of trees and soaks the ground below. After a while, the rain lets up, and the sky grows darker, this time with the setting sun. You shiver a little as night falls and the air grows cooler. Bellamy drops your hand to shrug off his jacket and drape it over your shoulders, and you push your arms through the sleeves, smiling in appreciation. He looks around before turning to you. “I think we should stop for the night, get some rest.”

You smirk, “Whatever the hell you want.”

He laughs, surprised, before calling ahead to the others and relaying the message. They both agree, and soon you have a makeshift camp, complete with a fire. After everyone has eaten, Octavia is the first to lay down, already fast asleep before her head hits her makeshift pillow. You see Bellamy’s lids drop, and you fight back a smile. “I’ll keep watch.”

“No, I’m-”

You cut him off, “Bellamy, seriously. I’ve got it.”

“Wake me up in a few hours, and I’ll take over.”

“I will.”

He lays down beside a log, facing the fire, and you watch him drift off to sleep. Clarke leans against you, watching the fire. You sit in silence for a long while, enjoying each other's presence when you suddenly remember. “Oh.”

You pull up your sleeve, revealing the watch, and take it off your wrist, before reaching out to grab Clarke’s arm. She lets you take it and reattach the watch, now with its rightful owner and situated beside her bracelet. Your brows lift when you see it. “Mom gave it back to you?”

“Yeah, right after she stitched me up. They took her necklace too, because when I woke up, it was gone.”

“We didn’t see it with the bracelet or the watch.”

She nods, before she suddenly sits up and turns to you. “Earlier, when you were telling Mom about Finn and the Grounder you kidnapped, I felt like you were leaving something out.”

“I was.” She looks at you, expectant, and you let out a sigh. “He killed the Grounder. We were all arguing about what to do with him, when Finn just picked up his gun and executed him like it was nothing. Then he walked away, acting like he hadn’t just killed a man in cold blood.”

“That doesn’t sound like Finn.”

“It doesn’t. But losing you, and the others, the war… It changed him, Clarke. He’s not the same peacekeeping Spacewalker that we met on that first day.”

She turns away from you, glancing over the fire and out into the woods around you. “We’ve all changed.”

You shake your head, “Not like this.”

She says nothing, thinking it over and you both resume your earlier silence before she eventually lays down beside you. “I’m gonna get some sleep.”

“Goodnight stars.”

“Goodnight moon.”

Her eyes slide closed and you stay on watch for a couple of hours, scanning the woods around the camp for any signs of danger. You start to consider waking Bellamy soon, from boredom or lack of attention, you don’t know, but as usual, he beats you to the punch, and is already awake when you swing your gaze towards him. He lifts his gun and stands, motioning for you to take his place. You nod in thanks and lay down, shifting his pack around a few times until you get comfortable, before sleep takes you quickly.

Your eyes slide open slowly, greeted by a fire, brain working to remember where you are. It comes back to you in a flood, and you shift your gaze up, locking eyes with Bellamy across the blaze. His eyes drop away, and you swear you see a tinge of pink across his cheeks when you sit up, stretching your limbs out and to the sky, shaking the sleep from them. You couldn’t have gotten more than a few hours of sleep, but it feels like enough, your body finally learning to adapt and work with less.

You stand and walk over to Bellamy’s log, dropping down beside him, before leaning back to look at the stars. His gaze follows yours, and he’s quiet for a minute, before he lets out a short hum. “Hm.”

You turn to look at him. “What?”

“Do you remember when you told me the story about Orion? How he was killed by his lover Artemis because her twin challenged her, and then she put him in the stars because she felt so bad about it?”

“Yes.”

He turns to you, fighting back a smile. “You weren’t trying to warn me or something, were you?”

You let out a quiet laugh, surprised, before hitting him lightly on the arm. “No!”

He laughs too, and you marvel at the pretty sound, something he rarely lets out into the world. You’re both looking at each other, his amusement still twinkling in his eyes, when Clarke shifts on the ground beside you. You both turn to her, and she meets your gaze, starting to wake up. Bellamy watches her for a minute, and then offers, “When we got back to the dropship and no one was there, we assumed it was the Grounders.”

“Of course, you did. You couldn't have known it was the Mountain Men. No one could have.”

He shakes his head, thinking of the 47, thoughts jumping to the worst. “How long until chocolate cake turns into being hung upside down and drained for their blood?”

“I don't know, but we don't have much time.”

You look between them. “First we find Finn, then our friends in Mount Weather.”

“And Lincoln.” Your gazes all shift to Octavia, now wide awake and sitting up. “I think we've slept long enough.”

She stands and grabs her things, already walking away, and you all follow suit. You kick dirt over the fire, making sure it’s put out before you follow the others through the woods, using only the moon for light.

The moon gives way to the sun, partially hidden behind clouds heavy with rain, and your group travels together mostly in silence. By the time the sun is high in the sky, it has broken free from the clouds, shining bright through the trees around you. Octavia starts to gradually speed up as the area becomes more and more familiar to her, and soon she breaks out into a run, leaving you all to catch up.

She comes to a stop at the bottom of a small hill, gaze locking on a large white statue in front of her. Bellamy checks the map and nods in confirmation, coming to a stop beside her. “This is it. Which way to the village?”

Octavia says nothing, her gaze never leaving the statue as tears start to well up in her eyes. She whispers, voice breaking, “The Reapers came from there. I couldn't save him, Bell. I couldn't save him.”

She starts to cry and he pulls her into a hug, comforting her, as you and Clarke watch on, hearts hurting for her. You know Clarke is thinking of Finn, and you’re both thinking of your father, and you step closer together, wrapping your arm around her and pulling her close.

You are all pulled apart when a burst of gunfire echoes through the trees nearby, and everyone takes off running, lifting their weapons as you do. Bellamy pulls ahead, but you are all right on his heels, fighting through the burn in your legs and ache in your lungs as more shots echo around the woods. You can hear screaming as you draw closer, and you feel fear tangle in your stomach and chest.

You see Bellamy pull to a stop ahead of you, now at the edge of the forest, and the shots pause, no longer punctuating the air. You, Clarke and Octavia stop beside him, and the fear in your stomach turns to horror as soon as you see the scene before you.

Finn stands on the other side of a fenced in pen, a group of Grounders trapped inside. All around the pen are bodies, some still moving, some dead, bleeding from a variety of gunshot wounds. Octavia runs forwards first, recognizing a few of the Grounders, and you, Clarke, and Bellamy follow at a much slower pace, shock dulling your senses and slowing you down.

Clarke comes to a stop in front of Finn, and his face pulls into a dazed smile. He steps towards Clarke, but she steps back, keeping the distance between them. “I found you.”

She shakes her head, in horror, disbelief, shock and turns away from him, lip quivering. You can no longer ignore the sound of crying around you and you drop down to the nearest body, searching for a sign of life. When your finger fails to find a pulse, you move to the next, relieved to see the rise and fall of the woman’s chest. You search her body for injuries, finding three gunshot wounds.

You pull your pack off your back, searching for medical supplies, when someone drops down on the other side of you. You look up and meet Murphy’s eyes, and he whispers, “Let me help.”

You nod, pull out antiseptic, tools, bandages, and direct him on how to pull out the bullets and bandage them properly, taking a page from Clarke’s book. Bellamy joins you when you move to the next body, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Octavia and Clarke doing the same, Murphy now at their sides assisting. Finn stands amongst the bodies, frozen, watching everyone move around him.

When you finish administering first aid, you look around, watching as the Grounders care for the dead, wrapping them in cloth and then securing it with pieces of rope. You and Bellamy exchange a look before you both walk over and help them, working silently with the Grounders, attempting to clean up the mess that Finn made.

When everyone is cared for, Octavia walks over to Nyko and talks to him briefly before joining your group again. “He says we should go, before the others return.”

You all heed the warning and leave the village, alternating between walking and running back to Camp Jaha, but never stopping until you reach the inside of the camp, secured behind a wall of guards and an electric fence.

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #367

Having learned her lesson about giving Rachel a heads up about climbing up to her window after getting violently attacked by a hairbrush and nearly getting the cops called on her when she stuck her head inside the first time, Santana chilled near the dark corner of Rachel’s house, waiting for the return text that would allow her to start her ascent. As she waited, she leaned back against the house, smiling absently to herself as she listened to Barbra Streisand filter down from Rachel’s room. As much as she would have complained to anyone else, it was classic Rachel - and, yeah, she liked Rachel, classic edition included.

Having just pulled her phone out to check it again, Santana froze when the back door slid open.

“As much as I’d love to ask you what you are doing loitering in our backyard,” LeRoy Berry’s voice made Santana jump, and she sloooowly turned around, staring at him, “I think I can guess. You just got back from cheerleading camp, yes?”

“Oh god.” Santana let out reflexively, swallowing back an expletive as she nodded stiffly. “Uh, yeah.” She cleared her throat, stashing her phone back into her pocket before her hand settled on her hip. “We, well, god, Rache already annoyingly had plans with you - you know how she is.” She huffed. “This is us working around that.” She paused for barely a second. “Obviously.”

Honestly, Rachel had been incredibly annoyed at herself for distractedly agreeing to her fathers’ plans before pulling her day planner out and realizing Santana was coming home that same day.

Hence Santana waiting to sneak in.

LeRoy laughed a little, shaking his head. Closing the door behind him, he walked closer to Santana, wrapping his arms around himself as if to ward against the chill. “At least you’re not smoking or doing something else foolish,” he offered, almost conversationally, glancing at Santana out of the corner of his eye as he stopped next to her, looking over the back yard, “Makes me just that much more willing to go inside and pretend I didn’t see you.”

As her phone vibrated in her coat, immediately drawing Santana’s attention away, Santana bit her lower lip. “Look... Mr. B...” she started, standing up straight, honestly feeling as annoyed with getting caught as she was feeling awkward, “I cans sidle on alongside the house and rap on the front door if you’d like. Make it obvious I’s here so’s you can send me along.”

LeRoy chuckled, shaking his head. “Right. And you’d go home? Not wait even longer until we went to bed and then scale up to Rachel’s room? Hiram and I had conversations when we planted that tree outside our hopeful child’s room, you know.”

Santana made a face. “Are you serious? ‘Cuz if you are, you really can’t blame me.”

Chuckling some more, LeRoy turned to smile at her. “No, no, I’m not blaming you for taking advantage of the foliage. Honestly, you’re already smarter than that flipper boy who tried to chuck actual fist size rocks at Rachel’s window.”

“Wait, he showed up here, too? At night?” Rachel hadn’t told her that. ‘Course, she hadn’t needed to tell Santana that. They’d just talked. And a lot of that talk had been about Rachel and Finn’s doomed relationship. Santana shook her head, raising her hand, “Not the point. Moving on.” She gave LeRoy one of her best, patented, ‘Rent Smiles’, it only flickering a bit as her phone vibrated again.

LeRoy surveyed her. “Go ahead and check it. She’ll probably start to panic if you don’t.”

Santana’s ears warmed. And, though feeling a little disgruntled at how genial Rachel’s father was being even with the general air of discomfort swirling around this encounter, she quickly tapped Rachel’s texts open.

My fathers are almost done with their nightly routine, so perhaps another fifteen minutes? Though part of me still finds this ridiculous, falling into the trap of a teenager secretly smuggling her lover into her room under the curtain of darkness, the part inside of me that misses you greatly and can’t wait to be in your arms is already jumping at the knowledge I will see you soon.

It really has been too long. I’m still kicking myself for so blindly postponing our reunion, especially since I know you’ve been missing me as much as I have been missing you. I hope the girls at your camp were nice enough to keep you occupied. Just, wait, no, not like that. I didn’t mean it that way. I know I should go ahead and delete this, but I can’t help... You didn’t, did you? I know, while we have been friends for a while, our romantic and sexual relationship is still pretty new, especially with the camp in the middle, and though I trust you... I’m sorry. Ignore this. It’s the nerves of seeing you. I’ll keep it in, however, so you’ll be able to understand my state of mind when you see me, as you’ve told me before trying to parse my complicated emotions if I don’t verbalize them is hard for you to do.

Santana? I didn’t... I didn’t insult you, did I? That’s the best possible reason for you not responding, at least. I’m doing my best not to jump to conclusions, but I did stumble upon asking you if you cheated on me, and your lack of reassurances... San? Please tell me I’m wrong.

“Fuck,” Santana hissed, ears prickling for another reason entirely than Rachel’s father standing in front of her, curiously watching her.

She had to answer.

And even before she realized, Santana’s thumbs were whipping up a reply.

Babe. Ur dads here. Takin up my time. Dont worry. Ur cute when u panic but nothings gone on. Only u. No insults. And no conclusions. Missed u. A lot.

Purposefully ignoring the fact that she was baring more than she’d like to, Santana sent off the text and stuffed her phone back into her pocket. “Well, Mr. B?” she asked archly, crossing her arms, heart still racing in her chest, “I don’t mean to be rude -” Not. “- but can we hurry up you a), shooing me off, or b), letting me walk into your house, either with or without you?”

Blinking at her, obviously left off-kilter, LeRoy drew it out, then guffawed - softly - and shook his head. “Alright, Santana,” he paused, looking up at the sky almost ruefully before looking back at her, lips quirking as he raised his hand, index finger pointed, “This once - just this once - I’m going to turn around and pretend I didn’t see you.”

Santana gaped at him. “What?”

“Yup.” LeRoy nodded at her, already stepping back towards the back entrance, smile gentling, “I love my daughter. And she’s been missing you. Putting up a brave front, but...” He paused, meeting her eyes. “Missing you. I remember those days.” He sobered even more, glancing back at the house. “So, just wait, mmm, about another half hour? Hiram and I should be safely in bed by then.”

Santana could only stare at her girlfriend’s father. “Really?” She swallowed, trying not to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I... ...Yeah. Okay.” She cleared her throat, looking away as she forced out, “...Thanks, I guess.”

LeRoy turned back toward her, smile honest, almost amused, as if he could look through her. “Don’t mention it.”

And Santana, fingers curling around her phone as it vibrated with an answering message from Rachel, nodded.

Silent as the man disappeared back into the house, “...Fuck,” Santana exhaled, dropping back against the wall, looking up and imagining Rachel looking back down at her from her window, “Jesus - fuck.”

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 4 years

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Thank U, Next | Poe Dameron x Reader (2/2)

Prompt: Joy

Fandom: Star Wars (Sequel Trilogy)

Words: 6049 (idk what happened)

Warning: Minor swearing? Mentions of bullying. Some chonks of dialogue here and there.

A/N: So this became longer than expected, but I wanted to make sure I wrapped up everything. I hadn’t written this much for a fic in a long time and I hope a coherent story came out of it.

You dropped off a container of beef stew at Finn’s house and was dragged into a long conversation by his parents on what you’ve been up to. It was always the same spiel that you told the others. You had a cozy apartment in New York, you had work published, and now you’re waiting for your big break. Half an hour before lunch, you excused yourself, giving yourself time to calm down before you reached the diner.

You were the first to arrive, picking a booth near the corner and a window. When the waiter came by, you debated whether you should order for Poe, assuming that his taste buds are the same, then thought better of it. You simply ordered two waters and said you were expecting someone else.

Poe’s truck pulled into the parking lot eight minutes later. He spotted you through the window and waved. You offered a smile, taking a deep breath to compose yourself as he made his way inside the diner. The waiter came by just as Poe sat down. He flipped through the menu and gave his order, saying exactly what you thought he’d order. He hadn’t changed. The waiter left after you gave him your order.

“So, how are things?” Poe asked.

You shrugged. “They’re good,” you said, “You?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Just good?”

“Yeah, you know. What else can I say? Nothing eventful had happened lately. Everything’s just routine at this point.”

He hummed, not buying it. “What happened to the story you wrote our senior year? I would have thought that you’d do some revisions before getting published.”

“Oh, that thing,” you said, feigning indifference as you wiped the side of your cup with a finger, “It’s… I kind of gave up on that one, you know?”

“Why? It was so good!”

You shrugged again. You wanted to believe him, but this nagging feeling in your brain, telling you that he was lying, that he doesn’t know what he’s talking, wouldn’t stop every time he complimented your story. It was like a sensory alarm that went off every time he touched a certain subject. You had hoped that you’d get over this feeling, but it was something that was more recent than your time with Poe was, and it affected you more deeply and painfully.

“Didn’t think it’d be something that I wanted to be known for. I wanted to try different writing styles and genres to find where I fit. Besides, I didn't think you’d remember that one. It was so long ago.”

“Are you kidding me? I loved that story. There were moments that made me laugh, made me cry, and it was just so relatable and interesting. I really think you should revisit that one.”

“Yeah, I’ll try. Maybe it’ll help my writer’s block.”

The rest of the day was spent on eating and talking about high school. He brought up the time when someone tried to pull a prank on the soccer team by spiking their watercooler during an important game, but got caught because the cooler fell over them. Then, that time when he was performing with his band and one of his fangirls ran on stage to try and kiss him.

“There were so many people that hated me when we were together,” you said, shaking your head.

“Aw, come on. I don’t think it was that bad,” he said.

You scoffed. “Poe, I couldn’t even go to the bathroom without girls following me, sneering at me and telling me that I wasn’t good enough for you. That one day you were going to leave me for someone else once you got bored of me and that you were only with me because you felt sorry for me. Remember the time we went to Rose’s house when her parents were away and some asshole invited a bunch of people? We got separated and your fangirls decided to team up and dunk me into the pool and hold me there. If Finn, Snap, and Kare weren't there, I would have drowned.”

Poe frowned, sitting back. “I… I didn’t know that happened. (Y/n/n), why didn’t you tell me?”

You sighed, scratching your head in frustration, memories of your arguments over it resurfacing. “I did, but you dismissed it. You said that they were drunk and didn’t mean it to go that far.”

“(Y/n/n), I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t know. I just thought… I don’t know why, but I thought you were exaggerating. I should have known better. I should have known that you wouldn’t lie about these kinds of stuff.”

“Yeah… which was one of the reasons why I thought we wouldn’t have lasted long after we graduated,” you said softly. “All kinds of problems when it comes to long distance relationships.”

“We could have at least tried.”

“And if it came to the point where someone tells you that, I don’t know, that I was cheating on you, which has happened to many couples that are involved in the military, what would you have done? Or if something happened while you were away? Were you just going to brush it off, or get angry if I want to talk about it?”

“Well, we'll never know, now, will we?” he countered.

You let out a heavy sigh, gathering your things. “I’m sorry. I’m instigating again,” you said, taking out some bills to pay for the meal, “It really was nice to talk to you again, Poe, really. I think it’s best if I get going.”

Poe’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist before you could leave. “No, you’re not running away again. Please, let’s just take this conversation elsewhere, okay? I’ve got the check. Meet me by the docks?”

He pleaded with his warm brown eyes, his grip on you loosening. He grabbed your money and gave it back to you, taking out his own wallet to pay. You reluctantly let him, shoving the money back in your bag.

“Fine. The docks at eight.”

“Thank you.”

You stopped by the house before meeting Poe, helping your mother with some chores around the house. Your mother was acting weird, glancing at you every now and then with a weird look. You asked her what was wrong, but she simply shrugged it off.

“So, I heard that you and Poe were hanging out today,” she said casually as she washed the dishes.

“Really?” you asked incredulously.

“It’s a small town, kid,” she said with a shrug, “Besides, I like him. Good kid. Stubborn, though, wanting to follow his parents’ footsteps in the military. A bit oblivious, too. I remember you coming home upset because he got carried away when talking with his friends and he didn’t realize that there were girls flirting with him. Besides all of that, you guys were good together. Not like that guy from New York-”

“Is that what this is all about?” You leaned against the counter and crossed your arms.

Your mother turned the faucet off and wiped her hands. “Sweetie, I heard from Armitage that Ben was in town-”

“He’s telling everyone, has he? What a rat.”

She shook her head. “Millicent was in the garden again and Armitage came by to get her. It just sort of came up about Ben. Armitage was just concerned for you, that’s all.”

“If he’s so concerned, then he should have told his friend to stop being an asshole.”

“Armitage said they stopped talking after he heard about what happened between the two of you.”

You walked away, sitting at the dining table without a word. Your mother sighed, taking a seat next to you. She took your hands into her own, but you refused to look at her.

“I’m sensing that there are things that you have not told me about what happened between you and Ben. I’m not forcing you to tell me, just that I’m always here to talk, okay?” You nodded. She leaned forward, pecking your forehead, before patting your shoulders. “Right, you’re going to meet your pilot boy. Tell him I said hi, alright?”

“Okay.”

The bed of Poe’s truck was facing the docks, the tailgate open with a lamp sitting on it. Poe was taking out a cooler and a blanket when you arrived. He took out a beer bottle from the cooler and handed one to you before hopping onto the tailgate. You followed suit, grabbing the bottle opener while you stared out at the water.

“Excited for the reunion?” he asked.

“Yes and no. Probably just going to stick to my people the whole night.”

Poe nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I lost touch with a lot of people when I left. Gonna be weird to see my old friends from school.”

“And your fangirls?” you teased.

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “They’re probably all married anyways.”

“They’ll probably leave their husbands’ sides to follow you. I mean, look at you. You’re still quite a catch, Poe.”

He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? I only want one person to catch me, though. If they want me.”

“Can’t imagine why anyone would want to be caught by… that person. They seemed to only mess things up.”

“Hey, that’s not true. A relationship isn’t just one person, (Y/n). I’ve messed some stuff up, too. Hell, I haven’t been able to maintain a long relationship for a while. People break up for one reason or another. But, sometimes, that doesn’t mean they can’t try again.”

You took a swig of your beer and leaned back, feeling his eyes following your every movement. You shifted in your spot, turning back to the water in front of you. Light from the docks and the town reflected off its inky black surface, a sliver of the moon peeking out from the clouds, illuminating everything else.

“You’re saying you wanna try ‘us’ again? Poe, you’re up in the air most of the time.”

“That’s true, but your work can be done anywhere, right? You’ve always said that you wanted to travel and it would help your writing. Maybe this time, you can come with me.”

“Where is all of this coming from?”

“Would it be crazy to say that I never stopped thinking about you?”

“It’s pretty crazy, actually.”

A long time ago, those sweet words would have heated your cheeks and made you feel giddy. Now you take each word with hesitation and skepticism, as if those sugar cubes were actually salt blocks. It’s one thing to say sweet things, it’s another to act on them.

“Besides,” you said, the bottle inches from your lips, “We’re not the same people from high school anymore.”

“Then, we’ll start over.”

You sighed. “Can we just drop it for now and enjoy the view?”

“Okay,” he relented, shifting around to get comfortable, “We can do that.”

You stayed like that until it was late. It was nice to sit in silence. It wasn’t awkward between you two, just two people enjoying the peacefulness of the night. Such a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of New York with an active nightlife.

When it was time to head home, Poe pulled you into a long hug, the heat from his body radiating off of him and shielding you from the cold breeze. You slowly raised your arms, wrapping them around him. You missed this. You missed him. So much. You wished you could stop pulling away from him, but you had scars that you weren’t ready for him to see.

One more day until your class reunion. You weren’t exactly jumping for joy, but it wasn’t like you were going to be alone, either. You met up with Finn and Rey at the mini golf course, taking turns while you talked. Even though you met Rey recently, it was like talking to an old friend. You would tell her about the time Finn claimed to have asthma so he’d be excused from running laps in PE and she’d tell you how they met and how they felt like they were going to die on one of their dates when the elevator stopped working.

After the last round and almost getting smacked by Rey’s bicep, the three of you went to go and get pizza. It was under new owners from the last time you’ve been there, but they kept the retro charm with the brick and mortar walls and arcade games in the corner.

“So,” Finn said, sipping his soda as he narrowed his eyes at you, “I heard you were hanging around with Dameron.”

You groaned, taking a big bite of your pizza. Finn smirked, unfazed by your glare.

“Who’s Dameron, again?” Rey asked.

“Poe. One of (Y/n)’s exes,” he said, “Pretty cool dude, too. They broke up because he wanted to go join the military.”

“Yeah, thanks for telling everyone about my love life, friend,” you said.

“Understandable,” Rey, looking at you sympathetically, “I heard it’s hard to maintain a relationship when your significant other is in the military.”

“Thank you.”

“I shipped you two so hard,” Finn continued, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Well, life… you know?”

Finn nodded, raising his soda. You and Rey clinked your glasses with his and drank.

“I can tell you one thing, though, I’ve heard about our classmates, and less than half of them ended up in the same career path that they had set out to do when we graduated. Man, so much for pressuring us to pick our college major in Freshman year, right? Why couldn’t they have taught us budgeting and work ethic in different work environments?”

You hummed. “Maybe you should be a teacher, Finn.”

“See?” Rey said excitedly, pointing at her fiance, “That’s what I’ve been telling him!”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but I’ve been concentrating on more fitness. Maybe be a PT? Rey’s the one getting her doctorates, so when I go to her high school reunion, I can be the trophy husband to a successful doctor.”

“Aw, Finnie.” Rey leaned her head on his shoulder.

You sighed, drinking your soda as if it was alcohol. The price you pay for hanging out with your friends who are a couple, becoming the third wheel. You looked down at your tray of pizza. Maybe you could try and finish it all by yourself. Sometimes when they’re wrapped up in each other, it’ll take a while for them to snap out of it, which means you might be there for a while.

You couldn’t sleep that night, knowing that Ben was going to be there. So far, you hadn’t ran into him, which was saying a lot because you ran into a lot of old classmates and teachers the past few days. Unless he was actively avoiding you.

Your mother found you sitting at the kitchen table slouching over two chocolate pudding cups. She wordlessly got her own cup and sat next to you, waiting. You sighed, leaning back in your chair. Where to begin?

“The reason why I haven’t written my book is… because I had been writing scripts for Ben,” you said, staring down at your spoon, “Scripts that Ben had taken and put under his name, and his name alone. I didn’t know until I went to visit him on one of his sets that he had done that. He said that he took my idea and changed some of the major points of the story, so he technically wrote it. Then, I went to the film festival with him and saw that it was almost exactly the same script that I wrote. I foolishly did it again and again, believing him when he said that he’ll have me more involved in his movies and… he didn’t.”

You shook your head, opening another pudding cup. Your mother waited patiently, nodding for you to continue.

“When I confronted him about it, he confessed that he made some deal with an indie film studio and that it would be more profitable and more exposure for him to take the credit. After all, I only write simple little stories that even a high schooler could write,” you added the last bit bitterly, “I’m scraping by while doubting my life choices of doing something I love instead doing something where I won’t gamble whether I’d earn enough money to pay for food and rent. Meanwhile, Ben’s having a field day winning awards for his directing and screenwriting at film festivals, not that he ever lived uncomfortably, being the mayor’s son and all.

“I just,” you sighed in frustration, your eyes beginning to sting as the exhaustion and anger took over you, “I’ve been told so many times how I’m not good enough, how writing won’t pay the bills, how writing doesn’t even take any skills or effort. I’ve been talked down to because of my choices, as if I was stupid or lazy. I’ve been trying to use spite to get me through this, reminding myself that this is what I’ve always wanted to do, no matter how many times the publishers tell me to change my stories into another cliche, but it’s tiring. It’s not enough. And I was stubborn to try and stick to my guns instead of compromising, because that would mean that everyone was right and that whole thing with Ben… I thought I could finally be with someone without giving up my dreams, but being with him made me question whether they should just stay as dreams and not a reality.”

“Oh, sweetie,” your mother said softly, pulling you in as you furiously wiped the tears that just kept falling.

“I don’t know what I’m doing! I don’t know if I want to write anymore. I tried and… nothing seemed to stick. Nothing felt right.”

“And you think if you were to take a job in, I don’t know, accounting, would you be happy? Even if it paid your bills and helped you buy that nice apartment?”

“No, of course not, but at least it’s something. It’s not like anyone is impressed with a writer unless they’re New York Times’ bestseller and become a movie franchise. It’s so frustrating. I want to do what I love, but I want to live comfortably while doing it.”

“And you will,” your mother assured you, rubbing your back soothingly, “I can feel that you’re close, so close to making it. You just have to keep pressing on. You’ll get there and it wouldn’t be to prove people wrong or show Ben up, it’ll be for you. Go back and find that drive you had when you began writing, everything else will follow. You are talented, (Y/n), and you have people that love you and care for you. If things are meant to be, if you feel it in your heart that it’s right, then it will work out.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“There better be a dedication for me at the front of the book.”

You both laughed. “Yeah, it might take a whole page.”

Talking with your mother helped ease your nerves a bit and Finn and Rey had texted you, offering to carpool with them. You accepted, being reassured once again that they’ll have your back.

You dressed casual, not expecting anything too fancy for the reunion. On your way towards campus, Finn began to play music that was popular from your time at school and you discovered that Rey had an amazing voice.

“You think that they’ll make a slideshow?” Finn asked.

“God, I hope not,” you groaned, “I looked terrible.”

“No, you didn’t! You dated two of the hottest guys in school, me and Dameron,” he said confidently.

“Nice compliment while tooting your own horn there, friend.”

“Hey, and also, you can tell that looks don’t matter to you ‘cause you had a crush on Hux, too.”

“Hey, I thought he was cute. Don’t judge me.”

“Oh, is he the ginger one that we saw the other day walking his cat?” Rey asked. Finn nodded. “I… I can kind of see it. Yeah.”

“You don’t sound convincing. Anyways! You guys were talking about visiting New York sometime this year?”

There was a new gym on your old high school campus, topped with solar panels and an air condition unit. The parking lot was gradually filling up, a trickle of a line leading into the new gym, the front double doors wide open with streamers and balloons in the school’s colors bordering them.

Finn pulled up next to a familiar truck, making you roll your eyes. He flashed you a cheeky grin before climbing out, rushing around to hold Rey’s door open. You stared at the campus, at the newly painted walls, cleaner drinking water fountains, neatly trimmed grass, and the large banner that ran across the front of the main office welcoming your alumni class. You could see your younger self hanging out by the old gym with your friends, or waiting outside of the bandroom for Poe, or setting up a booth for your school club.

“Feels weird, doesn’t it?” Poe asked from behind you.

“You have to stop doing that,” you scolded him, smacking his arm.

He winced, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “At least you’re slowly treating me like how you used to.”

“Hey, Dameron!” Finn called out, tackling him into a hug.

Poe grunted before hugging him back. “Hey, you act like we haven’t drank together earlier this week. This must be Rey, right?”

Rey smiled, coming over to give him a more gentle hug. “Nice to meet you, Poe. I’ve heard so much about you,” she said.

While the two of them conversed about flying vehicles, you pulled Finn on the side, looking around cautiously. “I forgot to tell you before we came here…,” you started in a hushed tone, “So, there’s this thing with Ben-”

“Ben Solo?”

“Yes, him, I want to pretty much avoid him if possible and I need your help with that.”

Finn frowned in concern, cracking his knuckles. “Did he hurt you?”

“He never hit me,” you said quickly, “Just… it just really affected me mentally and emotionally, you know? I just don’t want to deal with that right now.”

“When did this happen?”

“We ran into each other in New York at a book signing. We caught up with each other, got coffee, then we started dating, so… that was a while ago, though.”

Finn nodded, patting your shoulder. “Don’t worry. We got your back, remember? Does Poe know?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think so.”

“Great, ‘cause him and Solo had some beef in high school.”

“Of course he does. Poe thinks he’s some kind of resistance leader or something.”

All four of you made your way towards the gym, signing in and writing out your name tags. Finn looped his arm with Rey and dragged her towards the punch bowl, leaving you trailing behind with Poe. He slowly offered his arm for you to take. You stared at it for a while as he nudged you with it. You thought back to what your mother had told you. You had people that love and care about you. Despite what happened between you two, despite the years apart, Poe Dameron still cared. Even if you weren’t able to move your relationship forward to more than friends, he would at least still be in your life.

You wrapped your arms around his bicep, the corner of Poe’s lips turning up as you did so, and the two of you made your way over to where Finn was talking to one of your former teachers, Lando Calrissian. He turned and broke into a wide smile as he greeted the two of you.

Throughout the day, the four of you made your rounds with the teachers and your fellow classmates. Just as you predicted, some of the women that had a crush on Poe briefly left their husbands’ side to greet him and linger around, finding any form of small talk as an excuse to stick around.

“I heard the two of you broke up after graduation,” one of them said, “Did you two get back together?”

“Not yet,” Poe answered before you could say anything, “Still tryna win (Y/n) over again. Worth it, though, right?” He bumped his forehead onto your head in an act of displaying affection.

She forced a smile on her face. “Aw, that’s so sweet,” she said before walking away.

“I should have bet money on that happening,” you muttered.

“Man, did you see her face?” Poe chuckled, turning to face you, “Besides, betting only works if I wanted to oppose you on that, and I’m tired of doing that with you. I was serious, though. I really want us to try again, but if you don’t want to, then fine. If you want to just stay friends, good. One word from you shall silence me forever, (Y/n), I’m serious.”

“Slow down, there, Mister Darcy,” you said, “It’s not even the end of the night yet.”

Your little group grew with the added Janna, Rose, Armitage, Snap, Kare, Jessika, and more came by to talk. Living in New York, you didn’t have much friends. A few writing buddies, a few college classmates, a neighbor, the nice couple that ran the restaurant downstairs, and your editor. Coming here, that uneasy feeling that you had, you realized, was vulnerability. It wasn’t something you’d normally do living in New York, even around friends. But, with these people, the ones that you grew up with, it was easy to let your guard down and enjoy the moment.

You were having fun and you were glad that you decided to come. Though as time went on, you felt your throat tighten and your eyes stinging. It was starting again. You excused yourself, walking out of the gym for some air. Poe watched you leave, concern written all over his face. Rose nudged him, assuring that you were fine and needed air.

You sat down on one of the benches overlooking the basketball and tennis courts. Leaning back, you inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly. Whenever you felt overwhelming happiness, dread was always there waiting to ruin it. You couldn’t even remember when it started, but you became better at dealing with it.

“Didn’t think you’d come.”

You froze, not wanting to turn to face the source of that voice. Out of all times that he would try to approach you, he chose the time where you were alone away from everyone else. You sensed him sit down next to you. For a while, you sat in silence. It was a different silence than with Poe. With Poe, it was comforting and relaxing, with no words needed to be said. By the end of it, you would feel refreshed like you had come out of meditation. With Ben, it was like sitting with an energy vampire, and by the end of it, you felt tired and drained.

“I didn’t think you’d come, either,” you said, your voice breaking the silence. You tried to raise your chin, preparing for battle.

Ben sighed, shifting around. You heard crumpling, then something nudging your hand. You looked down and saw a thick manila envelope. You dared to look up at him for the first time in a year. He looked tired.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“It’s… I’m sorry that I took your work, took everything that you could have used as evidence to prove that they’re your work,” he said, looking down, “I’ve gathered all of them and put it in your envelope so you could submit it for copyright. If you want to take legal actions, I’ll happily allow it.”

Allow it. Sure. As if he was giving me permission. He’s probably patting his back for this one good deal he’s doing. You took the envelope, feeling the weight of it, picturing all the scripts that you had written in the past. Writing came easy to you back then. Then you remembered all the lies he had told you. When you were no longer willing to do what he wanted, you were no longer useful. There was this heavy feeling in your chest, something wanting to come out unless you’ll explode. The sad thing was that he wasn’t always like this, and it was probably why you foolishly kept overlooking or denying his bad behavior.

“We could have worked together,” you said, “And you had to go and pull that shit?”

“I know, I’m sorry.” It was hard to tell if he was being genuine. You could no longer trust your instincts when it came to him.

“You would dare criticize my writing when you couldn’t even write anything for yourself? And you just know that I would believe all of it, and you still kept at it. Do you know how hard it was to write anything after what you put me through? Being told my writing is not complex or sophisticated enough, being told that my own scripts aren’t even my own, watching you keep those awards for screenwriting while no one else would want to even look at my work? Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Ben Solo.”

Ben inhaled sharply. “Then, what the hell do you want me to do, huh? All your stuff is there. Go and copyright it, sue me for plagiarism, and I’ll pay you the fees.”

“Fees that you could easily pay off,” you said, standing up, “But when I do speak to my lawyer, I’ll see what else I can do to you.”

“Yeah, would you be happy then?”

You glared down at him. “After all of that, I’ll finally be free of you, so maybe I will be,” you said, then added in a low voice, “It’s a shame, though. I thought we worked well together, but sharing wasn’t exactly your thing. You hurt me, Ben. I don’t think we could even be friends after this.”

“Right, like how your close friends with Armitage, Finn, and Poe, right? Just friends?” Ben snapped.

You shook your head at him. “You are utterly ridiculous, Solo. Just be glad I hadn’t told your mom about what you did.”

You let out another slow exhale as you walked away, your work in hand, and a heavy weight left behind. It wasn’t completely over, but the burden of it hanging over your shoulders was gone. All that was left was tying loose ends. Then after, you can start again.

In the gym, they had already set up the small stage with chairs scattered about. Poe sat on stage with a guitar in hand. He shifted on the stool that was clearly too small for him, tuning the guitar as he looked around. You found an empty seat between Rey and Rose at the front and sat down. Poe smiled as you met his eyes and he began to play.

At the end of the night, you and the girls decided to hang out for the rest of the week before you and Rey had to fly back home. You exchanged numbers and looked up movies playing. A few of you had different choices of movies, but Rose suggested that they should time it so we could watch all of them. After parting with the others, Poe jogged up to you.

“Hey,” he said, “I really enjoyed the past few days. It was nice to hang out again. I’m, uh, I actually have to leave tomorrow night. One of the pilots got sick, so… I was wondering, ‘cause I know you’re spending time with the girls and I don’t want to take too much of your time, but if you could see me off? Even if just for a few minutes.”

You sighed, looking down at your shoes, then back at Rose and Rey who had paused their conversation to give you a thumbs up. You shook your head and turned back to Poe. He waited patiently with pleading eyes, chipping away at your remaining walls.

“Okay. Just text me what time and I’ll try to be there before you go,” you said, taking out your phone.

You handed your phone over and watched as Poe excitedly inputted his number before texting himself. “Okay, all set,” he said.

“This doesn’t mean anything more than it has to be,” you reminded him.

“I know. We’ll take it one step at a time. Restart.”

“Thank you, Poe,” you said softly, stepping forward and catching him by surprise as you pulled him into a hug.

Poe returned the hug, engulfing you fully. “Don’t mention it, (Y/n/n). I’m one call away if you need me.”

The next day, you drive to the airport an hour before Poe heads off to his gate. As a pilot, he could pass the gruelling standard TSA checks and flash his ID, but he waited for you in his pilot uniform. Jessika had given you all a ride and offered to drive you to the airport. They girls had gone to Starbucks while you made your way over to his airlines.

He spotted you, giving you a long salute, which you returned, then grabbed his luggage, making his way towards the escalators up. He turned around one last time and waved. Raising your hand to wave back, you couldn’t help but see his military uniform instead of his pilot uniform, thinking what if you had at least been there when he was first shipped off. When he was out of sight, you turned and slowly made your way towards the others.

Coming back to your hometown, you didn’t expect much to happen. You expected nostalgia, of course, like looking at an old doll house you used to play with. The bittersweet feeling in your stomach as you flipped through photo albums with your mother, as you drive by your old hang out spots, and seeing your classmates for the first time in ten years. You expected to feel distant from them. These were all familiar things, but you were not the same person that left this town, and neither is everyone else.

You didn’t expect to be pulled into a warm embrace, to be fully welcomed back, to be seen and treated as yourself as you are now and not expected to be yourself from ten years ago. You didn’t expect this much confrontation, of the past coming back and making you face them head on to set things straight. You didn’t expect to feel lighter and stronger and more confident, acknowledging everything that you had gone through and their effects on you, that they were things that you were capable of overcoming.

On your last day in your hometown, until next time, you had a teary goodbye with your friends and your mother. You promised to be in more touch with them this time and that they were free to visit you in New York any time.

Taking your window seat and settling in, you took out your journal and flipped through all the scribbles of ideas you had done. You turned to a blank page and began to write. You ignored any grammatical mistakes you made and kept going, knowing that once your flow is going, you had to go with it or get stuck. The only thing that stopped you was a familiar voice.

“Good morning, passengers, and thank you for choosing our airlines-” Poe announced.

You smiled, leaning back in your chair. After talking to your mother about what you were going to do once you got back to New York, you decided that you weren’t going to worry about things too far in the future. You were going to focus on the present and set up long and short time goals. You could still work on that novel, but you could also put together anthologies for a start. Maybe go back into script writing. Maybe even revisit that story you wrote in high school.

It’s just like what Poe said, life was funny. You plan something, you end up doing something else, but if it was meant to be, you somehow end up where you had always wanted to go from the start.

And you feel that it’s finally happening for you.

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