#fuck you!! go to hell lady!! why are WE having to appease YOU?
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#meg talks#SORRY rant incoming bc holidays. are the worst#but im just so sad and tired#i get why my dad wants his new marriage to work out and it’s not like i ever wanted them to fail#but his wife is. kdgsejfjjd she sucks!! she’s the reason he had to go back on his promise to house our little bro!#and yet he asks US to try and help him fix things w her even tho until recently we didn’t even know she apparently had such a problem w us??#we were perfectly nice and polite to her and didn’t do anything to bother her#barely even talked to her at all!! left the lovebirds alone to whatever they wanted to do!#and yet she has apparently been losing her shit at him every time he does anything to help us?!#like sorry u married a man w children and then didn’t expect him to actually be a parent to them but get fucking real?#that’s supposed to be YOUR CHILD now. and ur trying to kick him out after he spent almost a whole year in hell#and tried to stick it out for so long specifically bc he didn’t wanna inconvenience anyone#fuck you!! go to hell lady!! why are WE having to appease YOU?#just bc ur parents sucked u think u can tell our dad to just leave us to starve?#u think u can boss around my little brother who is the strongest and most hard working of all of us?#lol. lmao even.#get fucked.#if u think i won’t figure out a way for us to make it through life without you then you’re funny.#i’ll be a better mother than anybody ever was to us#coughs anyway. sorry. feeling raw today
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All is bliss
Chapter 12
Warnings: mentions of physical assault, domestic abuse, abuse of power, vigorous slut shaming
Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @sweethoneyblossom1 @aemondx
Gif:@raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka
“I just had Morning burn Lady Wylde’s dress for insinuating you were a whore.” Rhaena, who is the softer of the twins and least likely to lose her temper, crossed her arms as the two sisters catch them red handed.
“She is not a whore.” Aemond snaps at her. Same Aemond Aemma has to put a hand on the small of his back to keep him from getting more insulted on her behalf.
“We never said she was, One-Eye.” Baela rolled her eyes and stood protectively in front of her sister. “But having met your brother, its no wonder she writes so often about you.”
This seems to appease Aemond, who asks, rather touched, if its true.
“Gods, she goes on and on about you. It’s sickening.” Baela answered and he almost smiled.
“The way she writes about you, you’d think you weren’t the same boy who said I should fly a pig.” Rhaena said forgetting it was not all water under the bridge.
At least for Aemond who came out worst of all.
Aemma had gotten some bruises and scrapes trying to get them off him, but whatever had happened had been forgotten when the queen demanded Luke lose an eye over a very dreadful accident.
Aemond tensed both visibly and under her fingers and Aemma had no idea how this would go.
Chivalry says he cannot hit a girl.
Except Aemond is only chivalrous when it suits him.
No one speaks, Baela waits for him to fuck up and he waits for them to apologize still believing he was the injured party ---all of them were the injured party but hell would freeze over before Aemond admits he may have started that fight.
“Anyways, lovely seeing you, and if it is alright with you, cousin, we’d like a moment alone with our sister.” Rhaena continues as if she had never said a damn thing.
“Come to my rooms tonight, no one will bother us there.” He whispers and kissed her hand because if he kissed her again, neither would stop.
“You are in love with him,” Baela does not even wait for Aemond to be out of the room.
“I-“ Aemma isn’t sure why the word yes is so difficult to articulate.
It had been so easy to confess her love to him. Perhaps it was because it was just them, the only people who matter in the relationship.
“You are!” Rhaena, the more romantic of the two, squeals as if it were the most exciting news.
She loves him.
If such love did not condemn her, he would be overjoyed at her words and feelings.
“Your children will be stunning.” Jena comments as they meet in the halls.
She wears gold now, Aegon’s colors.
Used to wear dark greens for him once hinting at her place in his bed.
Cannot be obvious, well, too obvious. Mother is obsessed with looking morally upright despite being as human as the rest.
“You have bruises on your neck, my lady.” He points out despite the powder she uses to cover them. “Your husband or my brother?”
Despite how things ended between them, Jena was a friend to him.
And even if she were not, Aemond hates how easy it is for his brother to get away with his sins.
“He got carried away, happens when he hears the two of you at it like rabbits. Nice use of my teachings, your sweet princess will be swelling up with your bastard in no time.” She comments and tries to drive the conversation away from his topic.
“Jena.” He warns.
“He is your brother, the man who will be king after your father finally kicks the bucket in these coming weeks. He is untouchable.” Jena stares straight ahead knowing he’s done far worse. “Your mother made damn sure he was above the law.”
Mother was no help, the girl would be given moon tea, sent far away and if she dared speak to anyone about it, found herself killed by mute assailants.
A truly righteous woman would have said son disinherited and sent away whether on exile or the Wall.
A queen staking all she has on his claim, wouldn’t care if he was Maegor in the flesh as long as she could make him king.
He needs to be king or else she will kill us all, your eye was just the beginning, his mother had whispered after telling him he’d never see from his left eye again.
“If Rhaenyra stays here, he may not become king. In fact, he may not even be king ever.” Aemond is relieved that Aegon loses his coveted position of consort the moment the marriage is over.
“Hate to say this to you, sweetling, but the High Septon doesn’t follow the whims of the king. He follows the whims of the Hand. You and your pretty princess are fucked.” Jena retorted with her usual optimism. “What happens when her moon blood fails next moon?”
She was a realist, knew how the world works and refused to believe in hope.
She also had a point.
What happens when Aemma is found to be with child?
He prays his seed does not take.
But then again he prayed for his eye to heal and that never happened.
The gods have never liked him. Why would they start now?
The king has decreed they all get along and all pretend to love each other.
Helaena and Daeron are easy to love, especially now that Helaena has managed to take him to Driftmark saying Tessarion needs to spend time with male dragons.
Aegon, however, is a monster underneath the veneer more dangerous than his than his brother in some regards.
Like Sunfyre, great looking beast with penchant for breaking whatever eggs Dreamfyre has been able to bring forth.
Aemond, well, he is more of an acquired taste.
But the Aemond that hides beneath the cold shell is rather nice.
No one would believe he was wonderful to her and her alone.
“Gods, of all the men here, you had to choose him.” Baela comments as they help her finalize the plans for this afternoon’s tea.
They are supposed to have tea and fruits and play some games in the largest of the gardens.
Aemma is also going to remind a certain lady fond of wearing black and gold lately what her place is.
She is above such petty shit, but her reputation has suffered some blows and Aemma must do something to show the court she is not to be their plaything.
The easiest way was having the pavilion she had ordered match Lady Jena’s newest dress.
It had been too easy. The royal tailor had not needed any bribing or threats to get her to order that fabric and get an entire curtained pavilion done in record time.
“He is not as awful as he appears to be.” Aemma says in her lover’s defense.
“Is he that good in the sheets for you to defend him so? Did his cock make you forget the things he said and what he would have done to your brothers that night?” Baela scoffed and asked crudely.
There are many sides to a story, especially that one.
If you asked Aemond and his family, he was cruelly attacked by the twins and her brothers when he had done nothing wrong.
If you asked the twins and her brothers, Aemond had began with insults and had Luke not maimed him with Jace’s knife, his head would have been bashed open with a rock.
Both were right and also wrong.
Aemond did play dirty by not waiting until Rhaena had been rejected by Vhagar as Helaena did when Dreamfyre rejected him, that is just common dragon claiming courtesy.
Baela and Rhaena should have just walked away from Aemond’s insults instead of throwing the first fist.
Aemond should not have mentioned the Harwin thing nor picked up the rock.
Jace shouldn’t have brought out the knife.
Aemma should have tried harder to pull him off her brother instead of running for the nearest guards.
Alicent and Criston should have never even breathed the word bastard to her children.
“I have not forgotten, Baela. If you knew him truly, you would think so ill of me for loving him.”
It was bad enough that the boys never got along, but feeding your children the bitter poison you spew ends with them hurt.
You would have thought all of them would have learned from that.
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c!wilbur ending rant (is that mf really american?)
content warning; mentions of or implications to fictional suicide
So I'm assuming all the c!wilbur enthusiasts have heard the infamous 'minecraft utah is not real, and it's definitely not an allegory for death' line. Now to be entirely honest never did I once believe Wilbur fucking Soot would just end his story arc with anything but a REAL conclusion and considering the mf went for 'wow I'm a American, bye smp' I was confused for a bit. So he's dead. Makes sense for the way his character was and it was way more conclusive - completely understandable from cc!wilbur.
But in reference to this, is Wilbur actually American than? Or was that just some random ploy to lie to Tommy and convince him he wasn't going to die?
One, if he was American he'd be the fattest fucking hypocrite I've ever seen in my life and two, it wouldn't be much of an allegory if he was also half telling the truth. He spits all this shit about being a worker at a gas station for 16 years, which pissed me off cause if he had said 13, I would have assumed he was in reference to his Limbo years. Unfortunately not.
He also talks about his jacket and everything before coming to the smp. Which is hard to research into because going back to old streams feels pointless when it's very unlikely Wilbur planned this story right from the start. Overall him being American doesn't make much sense other than just for the brief pieces of info on his backstory we got within the stream.
So say he is lying, he isn't American. He's made up an allegory to appease Tommy. Rewatching the final streams was weird because of his whole rant on Utah and how he wasn't going to kill himself doesn't all line up with the allegory without some 'he's just lying' moments. So hypothetically it turns out to be a 'oh I am going to kms, but I'm using different language to not scare the shit out of you!'. We never found out what was in the book to Tommy (or that I know of) so we can't base anything off that either. And Tommy himself clearly believes that Wilbur went to Utah because he tells other people that. We hear Philza say 'Where did he go again? Utah was it?' when they meet up at his revival shrine thing. Unless Tommy deciphered this shit (maybe with the help of that book), but then why would he be lying to Philza? Don't think Tommy would wanna lie about the state of the guy's son to his face.
I think it's funny in hindsight, because within the qsmp stream Wilbur says that Minecraft Utah is an allegory, he says it triggers him, like he was bothered no one picked up on that fact and assumed he was being truthful? It wasn't particularly obvious because what the hell were we supposed to do with 'I worked at a gas station for 16 years,' no one can just claim 'oh that was clearly a lie' because we don't have much evidence to back that up. Most of the stuff cc's say about their characters we have to take literally because its a MINECRAFT SERVER.
His ending was something, you know. I feel like there's some overarching answer to it all but knowing Wilbur and his ARG, he's not big on giving away answers so everyone's gonna be clueless, atleast for a while. And plus I doubt anyone really wants to reference back to the 'glory days of the smp' because it went for so goddamn long and its rightfully over now. His ending definitely wasn't as badly executed as Tommy's, but god a lot of mixed signals there.
Something I do wanna say though, I see a lot of people say that Wilbur's 'born and raised in Utah' line was in reference to Lady Death or Kristin being his mother which is all well and good but I think it has deeper inclinations than that.
Wilbur was revived. He was quite literally raised from the dead. Thought that was a cool reference if it was indeed intended.
And than yknow, maybe Wilbur's just absolutely useless at tone, and he wasn't be sarcastic saying 'it's definitely not an allegory for death'. Who tf knows.
Anyway if someone else is more inclined to do research or knows something I've completely glossed over, please tell me! Love to hear from the Tumblr guys.
(Rare rant maybe. perhaps I'll get too comfortable on this platform. And god that was long, sorry you had to read all that.)
#wilbur soot#dream smp#dsmp wilbur#c!wilbur#rant#rant post#character rant#text post#dsmpblr#revivebur
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unrealistic expectations about relationships, coming from women? no, it's just the bar is in fucking hell.
in my time, I've seen both men and women preach this doctrine: "if it's not working, you're not communicating effectively/efficiently" and that's the biggest load of bull I've seen - and a weird way of spelling "the partner[s] is lazy and complacent".
I've got two long term relationships behind my back, one successful, one abusive. As I am currently (and will continue to be) a single person, those relationships have aged enough for me to make a reasonable, factual conclusion.
I get told all the time, that my "good" relationship was something out of the norm, exceptional, or that I'm (5+ years out) still wearing rose-tinted glasses. I vehemently disagree: my "good" ex had flaws - enough character flaws, enough emotional flaws, he's human, we ain't perfect. I wasn't and still am not perfect.
He liked me as a person. First and foremost, he enjoyed spending time with me, be it in a romantic context, a friendly context or anything else. Before he was my lover, he was my friend (still is actually!). And that's the key difference from modern hetero relationships: I was a person first, woman second.
A good deal of men do not like their female partners as people - and we all know, in modern times, "woman" is not quite synonymous with "person". Woman consists of a set of actions to be performed for the benefit of the man. Woman is an addition, am accessory to a man's life. A companion.
Just let it sink in. Me, an afab, being seen as a person first is something "out of the norm" in the free world.
I refuse to entertain anything but that.
I, for the lack of a better word, bully and will continue to bully males who act like women are objects or servants.
Some people remark on my behavior being borderline misandrist. Let me tell you - there is nothing "borderline" about it. My existence revolves around having to fight to be recognised as a person - not that I chose this sort of life. The amount of fucks I can give is very limited and I simply use them sparingly.
I've no time nor the patience to care about cishet male suicide victims - they've made their bed, so they should lay in it. I've no sympathy for the males that become depressed when they fail to adhere to the unreachable, absurd standards of the patriarchy - standards that they've all but made up in their own head.
It's not my job to convince a rapist not to rape, it's not my job to convince an abuser not to abuse. The patriarchal society conditions men to solely rely on their wives/female partners for emotional support and fulfillment, and I'm expected to propagate that? When it just perpetuates the cycle?
Naw, man.
Recently I saw an edgy tiktok that said something like "women are the only creatures who are taught to appease their only natural predator" and yes, it's kind of embarrassing, but also? There's some truth to it.
"Don't make eye contact", "don't talk loudly", "don't reject him outright"... No. That's not how I roll. Sorry, ladies, but I will be doing all those things. Why are we continuously being taught how to skirt the issue?
When are we going to start teaching women how to fight? If we are going to get assaulted, raped, beaten, stalked, harassed anyways (97%!), when will it become enough?
So many afabs are driven by fear. I refuse to.
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Gross
Richie Tozier x Reader
summary: Y/N likes Richie so much its gross.
Inspiration: Gross by Olivia Rodrigo
warnings: literally just pure fluff, cursing we know who this is about
word count: 2.1k
The bass was heavy and loud, the people were insufferably packed together. Y/N was a really good friend, or so she kept telling herself, for coming to this party just to appease Bev. Ever since they met at a bookstore, they had gotten really close-despite living in two different towns. Y/N maneuvered her way through the swarm of people. She turned the corner into the living room and spotted her red headed friend in the corner alongside the group, she had heard called themselves ‘The Losers Club’. Her elbows starting jamming into people as she finally crossed the threshold of people and practically fell into the arms of one, Richie Tozier.
“Well, well, well. It appears that you’ve fallen for me.” Y/N let out a chuckle at the response. His brown eyes, goofy little grin and messy, curly hair did manage to melt her heart just a little bit in that moment.
“So, Y/N, you’ve met Richie.” Bev said as she pulled her from Richie’s arms and into a hug. The two stand swaying for a second before Y/N releases herself from the hug. She couldn’t help but notice the six set of eyes staring at her.
“Jesus guys, would it kill you to interact with her instead of stare.” Bev pulled Y/N’s back to her chest and looked toward the group. “You guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ben, Bill, Mike, Stan, Eddie and Richie.” She pointed at each one as they were introduced.
“Ni-Ni-Nice to me-meet you, Y/N.” Bill said waving to her. Y/N and the group got acquainted a little before they all started breaking off in sections, leaving Richie and Y/N alone.
“Hey.” Y/N said breaking the awkward ‘silence’. “I don’t know this house at all, could you guide me to the kitchen for something to drink?”
“Of course m’lady.” He said taking on one of his many accents. He lightly grabbed her hand and dragged her through some people and into the kitchen. The girl somehow found a water bottle amidst the copious amounts of alcohol.
“Come on, not even one drink?” Richie said leaning in to shout over the music, their faces coming extremely close.
“No sir, I have to drive home tonight. Who’s your lucky DD?”
“Stan the Man Uris.” Richie slurred together slightly. He wasn’t drunk, but he wasn’t quite sober either. Y/N let out an ‘Ah’ in response. She noticed how many eyes were now spent looking at her and Richie.
“Hey Richie?”
“Yes my darling angel?” The nickname made her blush, but she had a bigger thing to focus on.
“Why is every girl in the room staring at you?”
“Oh…Uhh…well you see, I made a joke to some gullible ass freshman that I had a 12 inch wang and he’s started telling everyone. Now the class clown is somehow becoming the class arm candy. I just want it to stop.”
“What if we made them stare for another reason?”
“You got an idea?”
“Two, first off how do you feel about slapping?”
“Please don’t slap me.”
“Okay, what about pretending we’re gonna go hook up?”
“Now we don’t have to pretend if you don’t want to-“ She shoved his arm.
“Richie, do you want it to stop or not?”
“What should I do?”
“I’m gonna get really, really close.” She said as she pressed her body flush with his. Her face was centimeters away from his, she pulled his face down so that she could whisper into his ear. “Now wrap your arms around my waist and pull me closer. Start talking about something random and just ignore what I am doing.” She pulled back just slightly as to start making eye contact. Her stomach was a flutter with butterflies and the proximity. His arms wrapped around her and snuggly brought her closer to him. He began jabbering about something stupid Eddie had said earlier that day about your hand getting chopped off while it’s out the car window. To sell the point to ones close enough to see, which considering how dense the party was was a lot of people, she kept glancing between his eyes and his lips while he was talking. After a few minutes past, she pulled him down to whisper again.
“Is it working?” She watched as his eyes lightly glazed the room and shook his head no. She cursed to herself. Richie’s eyes lit up with an idea, and his arms squeezed her tighter into him.
“I’m gonna kiss you now.” Richie leaned down to whisper into her ear. He leans back and Y/N shakes her head yes. He gently grabs her chin and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. They stay kissing for a brief span before pulling apart. He leaned into her ear and said “If I get you to the front door, can we go out to your car?” All Y/N did in response was grab his hand. He lead her to the door, and she led him the rest of the way. Once they get to her car, she lets her head fall against the headrest on the seat.
“Oh my god it’s so much nicer out here.” She let out with a chuckle.
“You can say that again.” Richie said in the same manner. “Thank you for back there by the way, I just needed to get the fuck out of there.”
“Oh yeah, no worries. What should we do about Bev and the boys?”
“I figured that when they can’t find us, they’ll come looking. In the meantime, we could hangout…that is if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” Y/N said with a beaming smile. And from that day on, they hung out as much as they physically could. Their weird fake relationship blossomed into a wonderful friendship and then a very real relationship. For nearly 3 months, the pair had seen each other at least five times in a week. Whether that meant Richie driving the 45 minutes to her or vice versa. It was a lot, and it was expensive but they didn’t care. They were having fun and loving where they were.
Y/N was hanging a new photo of her and Richie on her wall by her bed, as Richie watched idly on her bed. His eyes wandered around the walls and furniture at all the different photos and keepsakes she had kept. While most of the photos were of either him, or the two together, he didn’t feel narcissistic in loving how her room looked. He loved it just because it was hers.
“So tell me my darling angel, how was school today?”
“Fine.”
“No Y/N. We’re not doing this bullshit today. What happened?”
“Nothing, just this dumb bitch Penelope C.”
“God, I hate that Penelope C piece of shit.” He said, matching her same angered tone.
“Rich, you don’t even know her babe.”
“I trust your opinion of her, if you hate her, I fucking despise her.” Y/N grabbed her boyfriends face wasting no time in making out with him. She pulls back and just looks at him stunned.
“Why was that the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me?”
“What can I say? I know what drives the ladies crazy.”
“I’m sure of it.” She said sarcastically. Richie did his signature puppy dog eyes, and her icy heart was thawed. She gave him one more peck to the lips, and then began placing pecks scattered all over his face. He grabbed her by her hips and flipped her to be beneath him. He began tickling her relentlessly. Her laughter filled the room, yet also drained her. She pried him off of her. The two lay side by side, heads turned to make eye contact.
“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/N.” Richie said. Y/N moved her head closer and gave him one more soft kiss.
Music softly filled the car. Richies hand was placed gently in Y/N’s lap, his thumb absentmindedly grazes her leg. Her eyes were wandering, looking at each driveway, house, mailbox and road. One day, hopefully, her and Richie would be driving to their own house. They would pull into the driveway and go inside to see their pets or their kids. Her future with him seemed bright. A wide smile creeped across her face as did a light blush.
“What’s got you so smiley?” Richie said, glancing away from the road to look at her.
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
“You were thinking about me huh?”
“Yeah…” Y/N said embarrassed.
“Tell me all the dirty little details, my darling angel.” He said cockily, smirking towards the road.
“Ugh, Richie don’t be gross. I wasn’t thinking about that.”
“I’m sorry, but is it so hard to believe that my hot girlfriend is thinking about her incredibly sexy boyfriend?”
“Oh shut the hell up.” She said through her laughter. He started faintly laughing with her.
“What were you really thinking about?”
“Just about what it would be like to have a future together. And what it would be like to drive to a home of our own with things of our own.”
“You really want a future with me?”
“Of course I do.”
“I can’t wait for it then.” He said smiling, transferring his hand from her thigh to her hand. He gave her hand a light squeeze. They drove in comfortable silence for a moment, before Y/N had the idea to stir the pot.
“Oh and Richie?”
“Yeah?”
“Think of all the sex we could have in a house of our own.” She said with a smirk as they pulled into her driveway.
Bev wandered around Y/N’s room as she was chaotically putting away her laundry all over her room.
“Jesus, everywhere I turn, there’s Richie.” Bev said breaking the silence, making Y/N giggle to herself. “You really like that dumbass don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.” Y/N stopped for a moment to think about Richie Tozier before continuing,“I can’t help but think and talk about him all the time. He makes me feel so safe and loved, and he always makes me laugh harder than anyone else. I want everything from him- the highs, the lows, and everything in between. I want to tell him everything about my day and i want to hear about the trivial shit he talks about like the traffic coming to see me or what bill did at lunch that day. I like him so so much. I lo-love him.”
“Yeah, it’s kinda gross.” Bev joked with Y/N. “I’m happy for ya Y/N/N, as annoying as he is, he is a really good guy.”
“God, he is so annoying… but it’s kinda why I love him.” The girls continued their night as planned, but the thoughts of how Y/N felt about Richie never left.
As soon as Bev left her house early the next morning, she hopped in her car and went over to Richie’s house. Bev always had to leave super early because of her dad, so Y/N knew she couldn’t just knock on the Tozier’s door. She climbed her way up a tree and across some of Richie’s roof in order to knock on his window. A shirtless and boxer clad Richie came the window groggily.
“What are you doing here darling angel? It’s fucking 7 am.” He said, rubbing his eyes and through a yawn.
“I just really gotta talk to you.” His eyes widened at that sentence. He ushered her in and onto his bed. She sat for a few seconds and then stood up to pace a small line.
“Y/N, is everything okay?” Richie said.
“I just…I like you so much it’s gross.” Y/N said looking right at him. “And you were right.” She said with a roll of the eyes and a light stamp of her foot.
“What? What do you mean ‘I’m right’?”
“That very first night we met, hell the very first moments we met. You were right, I did fall for you.”
“Y/N…” Richie said quietly, coming up to bring his body flush to hers, just the moment at the party.
“I love you Richie.”
“I love you so fucking much Y/N.” He said, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N sure was glad he was the one she gave her heart to.
#richie tozier#richie toizer x reader#richie tozier x reader#richie tozier imagine#richie toizer imagine
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Dressed in Crimson
Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Royalty AU)
Summary: Spencer is a stable boy with a passion for learning and Reader is the princess of the palace that he serves in. They’ve been in a secret relationship, the two grow restless about not being able to be out in the open.
A/N: Guys I’m so excited for this one I really really loved writing it- it’s my fourth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April and it’s also written for @omgbigfluffwriting !!! I kinda immersed myself into this quite a bit- and it’s my longest oneshot I’ve ever written 🤭The specific historical period theyre in is not specified and the world that they’re in is entirely fictional and not based on any specific point in history- if you’ve ever watched Merlin that’s kinda the vibe I was thinking of just without the magic lol (please still ignore that the gif does not have an accurate clothing choice from Spencer I just wanted a good shot of his hair that I thought of while writing this) i feel like it’s becoming so obvious how much I love historical fiction lol 😂 I’d like to hear from you guys also so if you want to drop me an ask here! It can be about anything 🥰 hope y’all enjoy!!!
Warnings: 18+, Reader has a horrible Father, subtle hints about sexism, Classism, Period typical clothing, Reader and Spencer fight for a little bit, Smut, Dom Spencer, Fingering, Handjob, Unprotected Sex, Day dreaming about fucking in public, Spencer’s possessive as hell, Ignoring the potential consequences of a creampie
Main Masterlist Word count: 4.7k
My day started out like any other with my corset made of whalebone being cinched tightly around my figure with my chemise underneath of course. Every time the ends of the laces were pulled taught on my body I thought of the days where I could get away with not having this wretched piece of clothing cutting off my breath. Those days had been so long ago, when I was just a small child, almost so long ago that I had to strain my memory to recall it. It wasn’t even until I was done clutching my mother’s skirts before I started to be forced into the confines of the worst invention in history. I would have rather muck in the mud in pants like the men, unless there was a reason for me to actually want to wear a dress.
Today, I had chosen a crimson colored gown, one of my only favorites. The front of the bodice was adorned with embroidery, one embroidered with a glistening gold thread. The sleeves were long and ever so slightly off my shoulders, ending just at my wrist. It had been perfectly handcrafted just for me, a seamstress being hired to slave away at each detail with precision. If it had been up to my father the seamstress would have been paid little to nothing for this masterpiece, but you had your own coins stashed away from your allowance to give extra to anyone that gave you goods and services.
The dress was my favorite almost solely because of someone else’s appreciation for the lush fabric, no one needed to know about that though. I did like to look nice on certain occasions, but only special ones. There was no special occasion scheduled for me to have a reason for wearing it, well none that the greater majority of the court would know about.
Only my maid Emily knew what my excursion would be today, why I dressed up so nicely. There was no feasible way for me to hide my dalliances from her, especially the one I was about to go to as it required some higher levels of stealth to be able to evade my father’s guards.
His name was Spencer, one of my father’s stable boys. I loved him more than anything, definitely more than any potential match that was arranged for me.
I gifted him whatever I could without raising suspicion, though I often hid my purchases if someone asked by excusing them as more frivolous in nature, such as a new dress. Spencer had no real need for pretty things as he’d said before, except from myself- those were his past words not mine. And, he did express to me how much he loved the dress I was wearing right now, which was tied to how we had first met.
When I first met him I had been looking for a fabric in the market stalls. I hadn’t really wanted to, I was content with all the dresses that I owned right now, they had no ornament on them, just how I preferred. However, my father demanded I get something fancier for some sort of frivolous ball that was coming up that undoubtedly had no reason to take place besides bleeding everyone else dry.
I brushed hands with him for the first time as I was looking for the material I wanted, something just fancy enough to appease my father. The stall filled with fabrics bordered one that had stacks of books, I would have much preferred to be looking at that one. My hand had gotten close to the edge while I was inspecting a fabric and it had bumped into a man who was looking at one of the books.
When I had looked up to see who had brushed my hand I was met with frantic eyes filled with apology. His stuttered apology had covered my attempt to assure him that it was fine, it had taken me grabbing both of his hands to steady him for him to listen to my reassurance.
When he had introduced himself to me after I asked it flowed into a long conversation. I could have talked to him forever, I would be content to never talk to anyone else. For a stable boy he was exceptionally smart, which I learned was from his mother who had made sure he was educated even in poverty, specifically through having him read anything she could get her hands on. From then on our blossoming friendship had flourished, and had eventually developed into more.
I slung a shawl over my shoulders made out of a fabric of similar color to my gown and also grabbed a purse filled with coins with a smile due to my reminiscing . It wasn’t cold enough for one of my velvet cloaks just yet and most of the walk down to where Spencer was housed was indoors.
The walk from my rooms in the main part of the castle to the stables on the lower floor towards the East end was longer than I would have wanted. Truthfully, I wished I would not have to live in a castle at all, I’d rather live in the small house that Spencer lived. It was just past the castle grounds at the edge of the surrounding village adjacent to the stables so he did not have to walk far for work in the mornings.
My feet tiptoed down the corridors carefully, I was lucky that I had figured out to be somewhat light on my feet otherwise I’d be caught swiftly for sure. I passed by the rooms of most of the lords and ladies staying at court, I always wondered why some chose to stay here, it was positively suffocating here. The door I used to go outside was through the kitchen, that had a myriad of breakable things strewn about that I had to stealthily avoid. Luckily, I knocked nothing over that would have woken up the cooks who slept just a room over. Turning the handle of the door had to be a slow process so no one would hear the creak of the knob while it was turned, but I did successfully make it out with no disturbance.
Beginning the stretch of my journey that was outdoors was perhaps the most risky. Guards were stationed around the perimeter of the castle in greater numbers compared to the ones indoors which were only stationed by important rooms. I weaved my way through, in some aspects it was even more confusing than the inside of the castle. Hiding behind each of the pillars was the most effective way to avoid them, the construction of them making a series of small blind spots. I had just snuck behind one of the last ones when one of the guards nearest to me moved forward a little. I stopped breathing immediately, holding it tight in my chest while I plastered myself as close as I could to the back of the pillar. My nails dug into the stone of the pillar in fear, if I was ever to be found sneaking out at night or worse in the presence of Spencer, I would either never leave my rooms again or be whisked away into marriage even earlier than planned.
When the guard did not move to investigate further I let go of the breath I was holding, still making sure to let go of it slowly so he could not hear me. Moving swiftly forward after I had taken a breath was a bit of a challenge, my knees had gone weak with fear. I pushed myself to take each step even with the weakness in my knees, there was no way I could linger any longer.
Finally I was no longer walking on stone, I was walking on the muddy earth now. It was nice to feel the ground under my feet instead of the harsh stone, it told me that I was now only a handful of strides away from Spencer’s home.
The leaves littering the ground mixing with mud crunched under my feet even as I tip toed carefully. The guards may be in the distance now, but I didn’t feel keen on testing how good their hearing may potentially be.
Passing the stables was the last marker for my journey, then I would be able to see his home too. As I passed the sleeping horses by anticipation began to replace the fear inside me. It had been a while since I had been able to come see him, making me yearn for his touch even more.
His home came into view, even in the dead of night I could make it out if I squinted my eyes hard. My pace picked up exponentially when I landed my eyes on his humble abode. It was a quaint home, fallen into disrepair as he could not afford to fix it on the meager salary that my father paid him. The purse of gold that I had brought with me was exactly for that, the repairs. He would most likely protest the gift just like any other thing I had tried to gift him. From my experience the most effective way to get him to accept anything was to leave it there with no conversation about it. I think it made him feel less guilty even though in my opinion he was owed the money in the first place, no one should have to live in squalor when they did their job every day without question or complaint.
When I finally was at the entrance of his home I entered through the door swiftly, too impatient to wait or knock. Stress melted from my shoulders when I caught sight of him, hunched over one of the books I had given him, candles strewn around to give him enough light to read.
The candles he had lit to be able to read in the night illuminated us both with a glow. He would always compliment me whenever we found ourselves in similar lighting such as this, but in my opinion there was no rivalry. Each time the candle flickered it brightened up every highlight of him, letting me see his wild curls, brown eyes deeper than any others I had ever seen, and a body that I had no doubt was crafted to perfection illuminated in a beautiful glow.
I went to compliment him just as he always did with me, but I became mesmerized when he stood up, then moving his way closer to me.
“It is nice to see you, it feels like it’s been an eternity.” It may seem dramatic for him to say that it felt that long, but I echoed his sentiment willingly.
“It is nice to see you too, Spencer. I agree it’s been far too long.” I was sure it had been at least a full moon cycle since we had the pleasure of being alone with one another, our duties to my father keeping us separated.
It had been painful whenever I would go out for a ride on my horse, to see him hand me the reins of my mare and be unable to reach out to touch him. There had been one day, about a week ago, that I had let my hand brush against his own for a moment while he handed the reins to me. It was an innocent brush of a touch, that also had a barrier in the form of my leather gloves. To anyone else it had meant nothing, but to me and him, it meant everything.
His eyes were blown wide with desire, as I suspected mine were as well. We let ourselves take in the sight of each other for a minute longer before Spencer broke the silence with a request,
“Drop your shawl, so I may see you better.” A stable hand commanding someone of such a stature such as I would’ve seen him whipped if it was any other person before him. His boldness was not unexpected, it had taken a while for him to grow so comfortable with my company. In truth, he had been quite scared when I had first met him. It was perfectly understandable considering his employer was my father, who was not known for his kindness. And, even then after his fear had faded he still had a shy exterior for a while, it only had been lifted when we began to become extremely comfortable around each other. We were each other's only form of solace in this world, we could only escape our reality when we were together.
Instead of having malice in my voice like other nobles would I simply pulled the shawl more taught around my shoulders and teased, “Why should I?”
The expression on his face was one of the ones I loved seeing on his face the most, a sly smirk. He came closer to me, with careful steps as if he was waiting for the right moment to pounce. We were so close together when he stopped moving, but still not touching. He was playing a game with me, not touching until I obliged him. As he leaned in to speak into the shell of my ear he was careful with the way he tilted his body forward so I could only feel his breath on the small portion of my skin, “Because you like it when I look at you.”
My arms fell to my sides releasing my shawl to fall from my shoulders onto the floor at his words, as they rang true. I did want him to look at me and also, of course touch me.
“You wore your favorite dress.” He observed, still not quite touching. I didn't need to answer the statement he made with the thought in my mind ‘I wore it for you’ because I knew he had already figured that out. His observational skills were keenly honed in by his constant reading whenever he had the chance, often reading books that I had gifted to him. He even sometimes read well into the night, straining his eyes in the darkness when the candle was almost merely a wick. I had found that out the first- and sadly, only time I had the opportunity to stay overnight. Since then I had pushed him to get more rest as I knew how hard he was worked to the bone during the day, courtesy of my father.
His eyes were staring at my dress, pupils blown wide, his mind seemingly off in another world maybe thinking about all the things he wanted to do to me.
“Please, touch me.” I didn’t need to speak loud, only a soft whisper for him to hear me because of how close he already was to me. So close, yet so far.
He raised his large hands, calloused from working so hard day in and day out. My own hands were soft from the expensive creams I had been pampered with since I was just a small child. I liked his hands better, they showed the hard work he used everyday to cultivate his beautiful mind and body.
I subtly licked my lips in anticipation of his touch, wanting to feel every inch of his hand roaming my body, from the tips of his fingers to where his palm met his wrist.
His fingers then started to trace over the top of my corset, just a hair away from touching the swell of my breasts. My chest was rising and falling with each breath, each inhale pushing it slightly closer to his fingers. With each fall of my chest I felt the need to quickly let go of my breath, so I could once again inhale and be brought closer to his touch.
“Please touch me.” I repeated, breathless from forcing myself to breathe into his touch.
“I am touching you.” His fingers still did not move to touch my skin, only the crimson accented in gold. It was his turn to tease me now, I was at his mercy, ready and waiting for it.
I could beg again, though quite obviously I could not convince him with it. As he was running his fingers over the cloth for what felt like the millionth time, still not touching me, I teased him back instead of begging, “No you are touching my dress.”
A mere ghost of a touch from his fingers then floated across my skin. What should have calmed my heaving chest from my gasping breaths only served to make my breathing even heavier. The slight touch was still not enough, only making my desire for his hands to roam every inch of my body even more severe.
“Perhaps I should take your corset off, to help you breathe better.” He said, as if he read my exact thoughts.
“I like your thinking.”
I was then spun around so my back was pressed into his chest. It soothes my desire for his touch some, but we both had barriers of cloth preventing me from fully feeling him. I could feel some of the warmth that was hidden underneath his shirt, which was made up of a much billowing white linen that compared to his trousers.
If my skirts were not so large I wondered if I were to push back if my behind would come in contact with his cock and whether or not his desire would be as prominent as the slickness dampening the bottom layer I was wearing. I’d have to find a way to find a pair of trousers then, sometime soon, so I could try to grind into him at a later date. There was no doubt that we’d surely find ourselves in a similar position again.
As his hands started to undo the laces of my corset with care, despite both of our desperation, a thought slipped out from his lips that I’m sure he intended to keep to himself, “I wish I could call you mine in public.”
“My father would kill you!” The taste of my voice would have been bitter in anyone’s mouth, quickly spat out in the same way I said those words. Perhaps my quick anger to his innocent thought would be insane to some, most would probably consider it a sweet thought. However, he knew from previous conversations that when those sweet thoughts were expressed that all I could feel was a heavy sadness sitting inside me, instead of desire.
Tears clouded my vision, so much so that I did not see Spencer’s arms come around me to envelop me in an embrace. I flinched a bit at first, but then melted when I realized it was him. We held each other for a while as I sobbed softly into his billowy white shirt.
He stroked my shoulder with his large hands that I loved, but the corset he had not taken off fully yet was blocking me from feeling his touch the way I wanted.
“Take it off please.” I begged softly, I wanted to feel his skin on mine, and not just his lips or his hands. I wanted to feel every inch of him.
The laces of my corset were already half undone because of his previous attempt at getting it off of me. He finished the job, pulling the corset off of my body, tossing it down to the floor. He may have loved the dress, but he was showing me through his actions that he loved what was underneath more.
Turning me around was his next step, so he could properly kiss me. The pressure was soft at first, as if he was testing the waters to see how I would feel. Feeling his soft lips on my own just made me want to pull him in further, and I did so. My fingers tangled into his curls as the kiss devolved into pure passion, we were both throwing ourselves fully into it, trying to express our feelings nonverbally.
His own hands moved to cup my breasts as he backed me into the cot he slept on every night. I did not let him push me down on the bed so he was on top of me like normal, this time I wanted to be on top for a while. When I straddled his hips the first thing I felt was his cock straining in his pants. I unbuckled them so I could wrap my hands around his cock, I wanted to feel his thick and heavy length in my hands. Precum was already dripping down his hard cock as I pumped his length with my hands. My own arousal was dampening the underneath of the skirt I still had on. Spencer confirmed it himself when he snuck his fingers underneath the fabric to play with my pleasure spots. We both groaned as his fingers entered inside me while he rubbed circles into my swollen pearl.
My skirt was bunched up in his hands, pulling up all the way to the tops of my thighs. He soon got fed up with the skirt being in the way though and maneuvered me to shuck it off of me as fast as possible. Being bare before him did not make me wither in self consciousness, it made me lean into his touch even more.
He leaned up to kiss me again while I grabbed his length and restraddled him. I was definitely wet enough to have him enter me, my separation from him making me desperate, it had been so long since we had the chance to be together like this.
I then sunk down on his length slowly, it was for me to adjust to his size and to relish in the feeling of him sliding inside me. I stilled on top of him as the back of my thighs hit the top of his, he filled me with perfection. Spencer only let me be still for a little while before his hands gripped my hips and started to guide me to roll my hips. The pace I set- well Spencer was the one who set it, was slow and deep, I was languidly rolling my hips while he thrusted up into me at a similar pace.
My face twisted in pleasure as his thrusts became more powerful, still at the same pace but with more force behind them.
“Fuck- I want everyone to know that you’re mine!” It was the exact same thing he had spoken to me earlier that had sparked anger and melancholy inside me. This time it caused a spark of pleasure instead, making me think about him fucking me in front of everyone claiming me as his.
“My father would kill you.” This time when I said it it was gasped into his mouth with little to all anger disappeared from it.
My words made Spencer growl which was swallowed by a possessive kiss. He then flipped me over roughly, my back now pressed into the cot. A high pitched squeak had escaped my lips unintentionally in surprise, it was quickly changed into a moan when he entered me again. This time the pace did not start off slow as I did not need to adjust to him inside of me.
“I don’t care.” His speech was agitated as he pounded into me, holding my legs open with both hands spreading me out for him to see everything, “No matter what anyone says or does, you’re mine.”
Pleasure sparked through me at his possessive words, I grabbed desperately at the cotton sheets trying to hold onto something as my finish was fast approaching. When the cotton sheets were not enough of a stabilizer for me I lifted my hands up to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him close.
“Come on I know you’re close, I’m close too baby.” My nails dug into his neck and back during the latter half of his sentence causing him to slightly wince. I knew he enjoyed it though because of the question that he groaned out next, “Can I cum inside you?”
Biting my lip hard was painful as I nodded my head in response to his question that had me falling over the edge. The consequences of him finishing inside me danced in the back of my head, I chose to ignore them as he did. I did not care as he filled me and I rode out my release, even if I was to somehow get pregnant because of our recklessness it did not matter. I’d gladly have his child, even if it meant I’d have to go on the run.
Instead of falling on top of me directly after finishing like I’ve heard most men do with their wives he gently removed himself from my entrance and laid down beside me on the cot. Bliss was mingling in the air between us, both unburdened by any of our problems that would become a reality as soon as I left for the night. For now we would just hold onto the bliss until it was cruelly snatched away from reality.
Spencer had a solution as always to our problems, and seemed to be thinking about the same thing I was with his next suggestion,
“Run away with me.” We were both covered in sweat that had cropped up from our activities, a contrast to the chilly air outside and in the castle. It was nice to feel warm every time I was in his arms, It was hard to resist being greedy and deciding to stay in his arms forever. It had crossed my mind more than once, but there was always something stopping me from going through with it fully. I opened my mouth to point out all the reasons why that would not be possible when he added, “And, before you say no I want to ask- what’s stopping you?”
His reasoning was sound, as it often was. My mouth opened and closed, struggling to find a reasoning before I accepted that he was right. The only potential downfall was my father’s forces searching everywhere to find me, but it would be worth it. We could also easily cross the border into nearby lands ruled by someone else that was not in alliance with him. I already felt lighter thinking about being free from the confines of the castle- and hopefully my corset. Though I would have to keep the crimson dress I wore today, even if I only wore it around him, It was his favorite and it symbolized the day that we met. He glanced over at me just as I did the same, looking right into his eyes as I spoke,“Alright.”
The light that sparked in his eyes made my heart soar, I could feel just from his gaze how ecstatic he was to spend his life with me. I didn’t need any words to know how much he loved me.
We basked for a moment in the presence of our love, Spencer broke the silence again when he started planning,“You need to go pack!”
I moved myself to sit up even though my limbs protested, wanting to sleep after our post coital bliss. A soft smile was exchanged between the two of us, “I’ll pack light, only the stuff I need.”
The purse of gold I had brought for him would no longer be used to fund his repairs, but to fund our life together. I climbed on top of him again leaning forward to capture him in a kiss that was much more chaste than the ones earlier in the night.
“I. love. you.” He whispered in between kisses making my eyes wet with tears. They weren’t born out of sadness, but of happiness that I had someone to love me as much as Spencer did.
“I love you too, I will see you soon.” I pulled myself away from his lips even though I did not want to, I then got up to leave reluctantly. Though it was easier than previous departures as I knew that it would be the last one that I would have to complete. My whole being was lighter and happier than I had ever felt before as I snuck back with a spring in my step. The only hint of what I was about to do, where I was about to go, was the mud stained at the hemline of my crimson dress.
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Prompt- Rhys gets sick and feyre becomes mother hen👀
Sick Day
Fluff//1865 words
Cassian grinned. “I told Mor she shouldn’t do it. It wasn’t my fault.”
“Sure you did, Cass.”
“Don’t sound so skeptical! I am your general, one of the highest ranking officers in your court, My Lady. I would never lie to you.”
Feyre smacked Cassian on the arm. “Don’t you have something better to do? Like, I don’t know, harass somebody else?”
He gave a wide smile. “Why would I do that when you’re right here?”
Feyre rolled her eyes. “Gods, you-”
A loud cough cut Feyre off.
Feyre glanced at the ceiling as if she could see her mate through it. She could, in fact, sense where he was. “Do you think he’s okay?”
A tired sigh left Cassian. “I am so sick of listening to you to worry about each other every time the other one blinks funny. It was a cough, Feyre.”
Feyre bit her lip. “Okay.”
Nyx cooing distracted Feyre’s anxious thoughts and she turned to her baby. He was sitting in Cassian’s lap. For some unfathomable reason, Nyx found Cassian hilarious, and he would sit on his uncle’s lap and giggle at the sound of his voice. Or at least, Feyre hoped it was the sound of his voice. Should Feyre find her newborn actually knew what Cassian was saying, the male would be flayed alive.
“Hi, honey,” Feyre cooed back, waggling her fingers at her son.
Cassian snorted. “You’ve gotten so gooey.”
Feyre scowled. “Me? Never. That’s just Rhys.”
“I’ll admit, Rhys is more of a softie than you are, but you’re not the bitch you used to be.”
Feyre gasped. She picked up Nyx and held him close. “Don’t say such things! He’s only a baby.” Then she covered Nyx’s ears and added, “And for the record, I am still a bitch. Don’t forget it.”
Cassian cracked a smile. “If you say so.”
Before he could say anything more, another cough sounded upstairs.
Feyre handed Nyx hurriedly to Cassian, who just rolled his eyes. “Go on, check on Rhysie pie. Gods forbid he has allergies.”
“I would punch you if you weren’t holding my son.” With that, Feyre winnowed into her and her mate’s bedroom.
Rhys was lying in bed. The room was dark enough that Feyre couldn’t tell what his facial expression was right now, but she could sense his discomfort through the bond.
“What’s wrong, Rhys?” breathed Feyre, rushing to his side.
“Lord, you’re fussy today.” Rhys had been going for a sarcastic tone, but it came out raspy and weak.
Feyre crossed her arms. “Let’s skip all the bullshit about how you’re feeling well and refuse to say anything. What’s wrong?”
Scowling, though possibly more at the situation than at Feyre, Rhys silently opened his mental shields. And Feyre was met with affliction.
She was overcome by the sensation of gut-wrenching pains and full-body soreness. Her throat was sore and her hands were clammy. Feyre felt dizzy, nauseated, likely about to fall over-
Feyre pulled out of Rhys’ mind quickly. “You’re sick.”
“That’s one way to put it,” Rhys groaned. “You should go. Don’t want you to get it.”
Feyre snorted. “For one thing, I can just summon a shield around my body in protection. Rather simple.” Feyre did indeed erect a body wrap of sorts, made of magic. Then she added, “And anyway, I love you almost enough that I’d deal with that just to be with you.”
Rhys’ lips twitched slightly. “Almost?”
Feyre smiled back. “We have to think about the Court. Wouldn’t want both the High Lord and Lady out of action. It would be chaotic.”
Rhys laughed, a brittle sound.
“I’ll be right back,” Feyre said.
“Where are you going?”
She pulled the blanket up farther on her mate as his sweating turned to shivers. “I’m going to ask Cass to watch Nyx today. I don’t want him to catch it.”
“Good idea,” Rhys mumbled, his eyelids fluttering.
Feyre winnowed back. Cassian glanced up amusedly. “Did our precious High Lord get something in his throat?”
Feyre scowled. “He’s ill.”
“How ill?” Cassian asked, not buying it.
In response, Feyre entered his mind and sent over the feelings she’d experienced when she crossed Rhys’ shields.
“Fuck,” Cassian exclaimed. “Give a male a little warning next time.”
“Careful,” Feyre scolded. “You’re holding my son.”
Cassian righted himself. “He’s actually sick. Gods, I don’t think that’s happened since last century.”
A stray snort escaped the dignified high lady. “You old bastards. I was wondering how you would feel about watching Nyx today? He’s so young; I don’t know how he would handle catching what Rhys has.”
“Oh, of course.” Cass smirked and turned to Nyx. “I have some busy things to do today, little male. How would you feel about helping?”
Feyre knew this was absolute bullshit; Cassian wasn’t totally useless but he sure as hell didn’t have “busy things.”
But Nyx burbled excitedly. One of his little hands reached for a lock of Cassian’s hair and tugged, his tiny wings flapping slightly.
“It’s settled then. Your son will be learning how to run the Night Court today.”
“Right. Because that’s what you’re in charge of,” Feyre responded drying, but she couldn’t help smiling at Nyx.
Cassian grinned. “See you. Try not to get sick or I might have to keep Nyx forever.”
Feyre smiled. “Right.”
They exchanged farewells and Cassian turned toward the door of their manor. “Oh, and don’t break anything,” Feyre called after him. “And don’t break my son.”
Cassian didn’t even turn back; he just flipped Feyre off over his shoulder, holding the baby in one hand. Feyre smiled, but she wasn’t actually concerned. For all his goofing about, Cassian could be surprisingly responsible, and she knew he would take care of Nyx well. Satisfied her child was in good hands and safe from infection, she walked over to the other room.
After dismissing the staff for the day (pay still included, of course), Feyre made for the kitchen. She used her magic to light a fire under the stove and she placed a pot on top. Even with her abilities, she normally wasn’t lazy enough to use them for everything, but she wanted this going as quickly as possible.
Worried about Rhys, Feyre used her magic once more to speed along the chopping. After dumping the vegetables in the broth she’d put in, she winnowed back upstairs.
Rhys was semi-conscious, exhausted but too pained to reach sleep. “Rhys, wake up.”
Rhys moaned. “Piss off.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you stay like this. You’re too uncomfortable to sleep well, Rhys.” Feyre helped him sit up, countering all of his protests with promises of soup.
“You don’t need to make soup all by yourself just for me.”
A huff of breath left Feyre’s lips. “I kept my family alive for years. I know how to make soup.”
Rhys sighed in resignation. “It’s not really that bad.”
“You say that like you wouldn’t be calling five healers over and praying to the gods I don’t die if our positions were switched.”
“Fair enough. We can both be rather protective of each other. But-”
“No buts,” Feyre said firmly. “I’ll be right back with soup. Drink this in the meantime. You need lots of fluids.” She waved her hand, summoning a glass of water on their nightstand.
Rhys sighed but reached for it, which was enough for Feyre. She left the room.
Soup was ready five minutes later. Her magic had really sped up the process; she was impatient and wanting to be with her mate, who she heard coughing again. As soon as she could, Feyre made her way back upstairs.
“Hey, babe.”
Feyre snorted and made a tray appear on him lap. She set the bowl down. “Hey.”
The glass of water was still mostly full, but Rhys had taken a couple sips. Appeased, Feyre moved to the other side of the bed and sat down next to her mate.
Rhys sighed, but reached for the spoon.
As he slowly took little spoonfuls, Feyre placed her hand on his forehead, and found him without a fever. A good sign.
She began gently rubbing his back. He was cold, and Feyre let warmth deep through her fingers, courtesy of the Autumn Court’s fire in very small quantities.
Rhys sighed in content. “Maybe I should get sick every day.”
“If it’s the only way to get you to rest, I suppose that wouldn’t be too bad,” Feyre replied, smiling. Her hands kept moving on his back. “I heard last century was the last time you got sick?”
Rhys swallowed another spoonful. “I vomited on Keir.”
Feyre took a minute to process this. “You did what?”
Rhys grimaced. “I wasn’t feeling well, but I thought I’d be okay to make the trip. I clearly wasn’t.”
Feyre burst into laughter. “Oh my gods.”
“Stop that,” Rhys demanded. “You’re not supposed to make fun of me while I’m not feeling well.” His features transformed into a pout.
Feyre couldn’t stop a grin from making its way to her face. “No wonder Keir doesn’t like you.”
Rhys tried to scowl, but he smiled faintly. “I’ll admit, he was a bit more civil to me before that. Only a bit, though.”
Feyre positively cackled. “This is why I love you.”
“Because I accidentally projectile vomit on people I don’t like?”
“Precisely,” Feyre said.
More broth, as well as a small carrot, was swallowed. Rhys sighed pathetically and Feyre just watched him, still massaging his back, trying not to worry too much.
Sickness in Fae was rare, and it usually didn’t last for long, due to their strong immune systems. He must have caught it from somewhere, and Feyre decided to warn her friends later to be careful. Everyone would be fine, but having all her friends sick would be a hassle, to say the least. At least Nyx was safe; Cassian would definitely be staying away from others today. He wouldn’t admit it, but he could be overly fussy too.
Rhys slurped the rest of the broth out of the bowl, holding it up to his face, while Feyre chuckled at him. Then she sent the empty bowl away with a wave of her hand. “Time to rest, Rhys.”
Rhys just pouted at her. “I’m not tired.”
“Liar. You look like you’re about to pass out.”
Rhys reluctantly let Feyre help him lie back against the pillow. Several moments later, they were both situated: Rhys was absolutely covered in blankets to fight off the chills and Feyre’s arms were around him, her magic still warming his body.
Feyre entered his mind and sent comforting thoughts over, as well as urges to rest. It didn’t take long before he was snoring.
Holding her mate, comforting him through even a mild ailment, couldn’t have felt more right. Feyre desperately wanted him to heal, and soon he would, but for now she was content to listen to him breathe and inhale his familiar scent.
As Feyre herself drifted off, she just hoped she could convince Rhys to let her in his mind and show her Keir’s expression after being vomited on. Because that was something she wanted to see.
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summary: iwaizumi reminds you of the rain: a sign of life, but when your relationship changes, so does your view of rain.
warnings: infidelity/cheating, gradual relationship change, fluff to angst, & NOT PROOFREAD
wc: 2.5k
req: no
a/n: yes this is a repost, but here’s a fic inspired by the rain from a couple days ago
rain. you could either hate rain or love it, it could bring bad memories or good ones. you loved the rain because it reminded you of iwaizumi: his fresh scent, kisses in the rain, running in the rain, and the wet hair sticking to your forehead. your dates were often accompanied by rain, because of poor planning, but neither of you minded as you simply enjoy being in each other’s presence. the rain is symbolic, you and hajime saw it as renewal, a new spring, a revival of life. you both never saw it as a bad thing.
rainy days were either spent inside, bundled up and watching godzilla or outside, watching the dark grey sky turn into a blue sunny one from the window of a cafe. his calloused and warm hands holding your smaller ones. “haji, look!! the rain is pouring down!” you smile and hajime can’t help but smile at you. he pinches your cheek, “stop being so cute, y/n” he chuckles as you whine for him to stop. what could be better than this, you think. as the rain clear ups, hajime pulls you up and out of the cafe. the scent of fresh air and wet grass evident in your surroundings. rainy days were your favorites, because they reminded you of him.
it was supposed to rain all week, which delighted you to no extent. but hajime is a busy man, with the olympics so close he couldn’t spend as much time at home. you didn't mind one bit, you supported him every step of the way and as long as he was happy and loved his job, you would be happy for him. “i’m home,” hajime says out loud, his tired frame taking off his shoes as he looks at the floor. and then he hears the pitter patter of your sock covered feet, “welcome home, haji” you smile, hands clasped together in delight before you jump and wrap your arms around him. your giggles fill his ears and he’s never been more delighted to hear it. his toned arms wrap around your frame, “i missed you” he breathes out, and almost instantaneously breaths your scent in. home. this is home. you were his home.
the sound of the rain drumming against the glass of the window, you’re favorite type of day. “haji, look! it’s raining outside” you smile whilst pressing your hand against the cool glass, contemplating whether you’d go outside. but those thoughts died down as soon as hajime declined the offer to go out. and you understood. of course you did! he just came back from a grueling day at work, how could you make him do something like that. this should’ve been the least of your worries
the rain is beautiful. you watch the droplets slide down the window, the sound gradually getting louder. and for some reason, the rain didn’t make you happy anymore. it made you sad.
you tried to be understanding you really did, but hajime’s appearances at the house were practically nonexistent. where is he… you think as your fingers thump against the window sill, desperately looking outside, for a sign, a sign of hajime. you needed him. you didn’t realize but these symptoms: restlessness, trembling, harsh breaths and this constant worry, were of you having a panic attack. your body curls in on itself, an attempt to find solace in the cold room and the rain. but your lover was nowhere to be seen.
these situations started to make you resent the rain. the rain was no longer a symbol of life, renewal or spring. the thing that reminded you of hajime, the rain, you started to resent… what would this mean for you both.
hajime could feel it too. the constant distance, an imaginary wall if you will, between you both. where did it go wrong… he frowns. he remembers rainy days being your favorite, so why was the atmosphere so gloomy and depressed, was he missing something?
his failure to notice your feelings, your complete and utter loneliness, was where he started to go wrong. he failed to notice your constant comparing, he failed to notice your heart slowly breaking, failed to notice the utter loneliness and despair you felt within yourself. he wondered what was wrong, but never voiced his opinions, thinking if they wanted to tell me, they would. this relationship would no longer symbolize the old meaning of rain: fresh and beautiful life, now it symbolized despair, loneliness and tears. you used to wear your heart on your sleeve, it was something he loved about you, but he made you subject to these feelings. not him per say but his lack of… emotion or awareness. did he not notice you suffering? did he not notice you sobbing to yourself? did he care? what happened to you both?
you noticed he had changed. how he no longer mimicked your sadness or no longer pleaded towards it. he seemed much...happier. and your mind wanders, the insecurities biting at your body and mind, telling you that he no longer needed you and that he’d find someone better to appease to him.
he doesn’t come home often, stating that the olympics and his work are of first priority. and you think to yourself… is this why he didn’t notice your depressive state? you were practically screaming in silence, was he that oblivious. the home you lived in together, it no longer felt like home. and that day when hajime came home, he knew, things weren’t how they used to be. the pile of dishes in the sink, the cold dinner on the table, and the loud silence that filled the air. he sees your sleeping frame on the couch, doubled over in despair as the television on with some stereotypical rom com playing. oh how he despised those couples, so cliche and so...unnatural; is that how the two of you used to be?
he walks up to you, his mind internally fighting on whether to wake you up and ask if you were okay, ask if your relationship was okay, or just to let you sleep. he opted for the latter. which was the wrong move on his part.
he came home again the next night, something that was unusual. and this time you were awake, but the mess and emptiness from last night was still present. this befuddled him to no end, what the hell were you doing at home? or were you even at home all day? that day was particularly shitty: it was gloomy, he was tired, stressed, and all of this mess. his loud sighs of annoyance alarm you, the first time you see him in weeks and he’s annoyed with you?
“do you do anything at all?” iwaizumi snarks out. “it can’t be that fucking hard, can it? i go and work for like 12 hours of the day and all you fucking do is sit on your ass and cry.” and it hurts him to say that to the one he loves, but his insecurities and anger got the best of him. were you at home all day today? were you seeing someone else? he was beyond confused with the two of you.
so he walks out that night. he leaves you alone, in the cold dark house to wallow in self pity and hatred. and as he goes to the bar he realizes, you’re no longer his home.
as you wallow in a mountain worth of your own tears, you come to terms with the fact that you hate the rain because it reminded you of iwaizumi hajime.
little do you know on that night he meets a lady. a small, curvy, attention giving and seeking, beautiful lady. her long hair sits perfectly on her shoulders and iwaizumi thinks about how he hasn’t seen you dressed up nicely recently. lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t realize he’s staring at her, but oh she definitely notices. the blush on her cheeks proves just that much, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.
when was the last time you reacted to him like this? when did he even see another person that wasn’t you, has it been that long? he internally sighs. but he’s pulled out of his thoughts when he feels a soft and delicate hand on his bicep, “what’s a man like you doin’ here all by yourself” she glistens as she speaks. and iwaizumi swears he hasn’t felt like this in so long. he soaks in all her attention, like a dry sponge soaking all of the water thrown at it. his beautiful smile, the one you adore, shown on full display for the beautiful young lady. That night… he doesn’t think about you, at all.
nothing seems out of the ordinary when you see him again. the same silent house, no smiles are thrown and it’s just an empty void.
he sees her again. hell he makes plans with her, he wouldn’t call it a date, god no he wouldn’t. he has you-
“wait,” he thinks, “are we really still together?” he asks, almost in disbelief. you haven’t said a word to each other since iwaizumi bursted out on you.
he found solace in her: her face, her emotions, her attention, even her body. god, she was everything you weren’t. she was giving him everything you couldn’t emotionally, mentally or physically. he didn’t even realize you working on yourself, all for him. you noticed it too. his persona was back, but who made it come back? certainly not you.
his smile, something he used to be so insecure about, was brighter than ever. but who was he smiling for, you hadn’t spoken in days, no weeks at this point. maybe work was getting better, you tried to convince yourself. “hajime, would never EVER do that to me... would he?” you think as tears well up in your eyes. hajime was your everything, he was your stability in time’s of weakness, he was your other half, but unfortunately for you he’s starting to not think the same.
you see him home for the first time in 3 weeks, he looks happy and you smile at him. he’s surprised to see you greeting him, and he greets you with a hug and kiss to your temple. you’d never even guess that he was seeing someone behind your back. hajime reminded you of the rain, that fact never changed. this new symbol of rain resembles heartbrokenness. the sun in your life is covered by grey disgusting clouds.
for months he continues this affair, the other woman giving him the support and love he no longer comes to you for. he holds her hand as she sleeps, while your hand lays sprawled out against his side of the bed. the rain hits the window, like that fateful day and your eyes well up in realization, “olympics season is over, where is he?”. your palm curls in on itself, the sobs racking up your body and they echo in the room. for the first time in months, the rain brings you comfort as you cry out all the insecurity and self hatred you’ve kept in. this is a ritual that continues for the rest of the week, wearing iwa’s sweater and crying as you long for his comfort or even his presence. his scent starts to fade from the house and rather it smells like the rain, the fresh rain that reminded you of him. that night, you grab your phone and press on iwa’s contact, and you type before your mind could process. “i miss you, can you please come home?” “what the hell did i do?” “please”, and you despised how desperate you sounded, but you needed him. however, your messages fell on deaf ears as he made love to this girl, he was pounding into her with so much love while you cried out for him in despair. he didn’t care about you anymore, he didn’t need you like you needed him. he was no longer your home.
the next night he came home, you noticed the love bites and nail marks, that which were so clearly not yours. he sleeps next to you, for the first time in weeks, but he feels so distant. it doesn’t even feel like he’s there. there’s no love in that bed.
you think you’d be used to it, feeling alone while next to him, but you weren’t. You finally had him to yourself and he didn;t even spare you a glance. you had an idea that he was no longer interested, but you couldn’t fathom this. his phone lights up like crazy, said girl texting him, asking him when he would come back to her, when he would end things with you and saying after that they could finally be together, with no worries or barriers. your hand reaches out for his phone, opening up the password he made sure you knew by heart, which revealed all the messages with her. in these messages he professes his love for her, saying that he wishes they could start a family together and how he could just let go of the burden that he felt from you.
sure he felt bad, you were his first s/o, you’d always have a special place in his heart. but he couldn’t bring himself to care when he felt bound to you, a relationship with no love or affection, no care, nothing at all. if he told himself a couple years ago that this is where you both would be, he wouldn't believe it, at all. you were each other’s first: first kiss, first sexual experience, first significant other, first everything. but the relief he felt when he heard you crying was abnormal, but all he could think of was “i’m free”. he heard your sobs as you looked at all the messages, he felt you shaking beside him. part of him wanted to reach out to you, wanted to console the broken person in front of him, but another part of him said that he was finally free to do as he pleases, he wouldn't be bound by a loveless relationship and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be anymore. like said before, he feels bad, really bad, for lying for cheating, but he felt like he had no other option with you. you always found a way to make him stay and he couldn’t fucking take it anymore. besides, how could he feel bad when the person he loves was hiding in the confinement of his phone and not next to him every night. he couldn’t tell anyone how much he loved this girl because of you, but now he was free, free to do as he pleases.
iwaizumi hajime reminded you of the rain. but rain has different meanings. iwaizumi hajime reminded you of love, happiness and spring. your relationship also reminded you of rain, the gloominess, depression, spiritual death and bad omens. but now the rain reminded you of new life: the new life you’d face without hajime, the rebirth of your soul and heart, the resurrection of happiness in your life, rain isn’t so bad anymore.
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Only Monsters Come Out At Night
Chapter 2: Say My Name.
A/N: Rough draft I’ll be posting to AO3 later after I go through the edits. Enjoy now, I’ll be polishing it later. I personally would let Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters step on me but that’s just me
Warnings: Character death, graphic descriptions of violence, gore, horror. Elements of non-con.
Time had no meaning for Desdemona anymore as her entire being floated comfortably into a quiet void. She was only accompanied by the sweet sound of silence that filled her ears and that in itself was comforting. She was in such a deep state of sleep that it felt like she would be trapped in the peaceful state of purgatory for eternity, but alas that would no longer be the case. Desdemona thought she was dead; in fact, she wanted nothing more than for that to be the case. Unluckily for her, she was about to wake to unfortunate events that would lead her to believe she was trapped in Hell.
At first, she sees nothing in her field of vision but then she hears the shrill sound of familiar laughter that sends a shiver down her spine. The black abyss she grew accustomed to deteriorated all around her, a blinding flash of white light surrounds her for the briefest of moments before Desdemona’s eyes finally opened to reveal the disturbing scene before her.
“Mother, my pet is finally awake! Oh, I was growing ever so impatient, my darling little one. I was so desperate to peer into those gorgeous eyes of yours again, I was tempted to pluck them out of your skull as you slept.” A voice whispered dangerously into her ears behind her, wet lips gently wrapping around her right ear before it was released with a pop.
“Cassandra, you foul thing, learn your place! How many times do I have to say that it was I who found our prize? Do not touch what does NOT belong to you!” Screeched the woman with the green pendant as she materialized by her side in an instant.
It didn’t take long for the fact to register that this was the first time that Desdemona could finally get a better look at the women who attacked the group in the village. Now that their hoods were down, she could better identify them by not only their hair color but by the manner of which they spoke and the pendants they wore. The way they continued to fight over her made her stomach turn as she struggled to comprehend why they wanted her alive and what they were going to do with her.
Another black mass of insects appeared and disintegrated into nothing just as quickly as the third woman decided to chime in, her yellow pendant gleaming brightly against the dimly lit room.
Her dirtied, dark brown hair tickled Desdemona’s face as she leaned dangerously over her, the smirk on her face growing wider when Desdemona’s breath grew heavy again. She raised her hand and playfully walked two fingers up Desdemona’s arm and over her collarbone before she roughly grasped her prey’s chin and forced her to look directly into her eyes.
“Hello, pretty little plaything, you’ll find that my sisters lack manners when they’re lusting over irresistible blood. You should feel honored you made quite the impression as you did. The others you brought with you are undeserving of your company and you’ll find that they deserve punishment simply by existing. Mother will see to that soon enough.” The brunette told her quietly as she straightened back up.
‘Wait, what did she mean by punishing the others for simply existing? Where were Desmond and Veronica?’ Desdemona worriedly thought to herself.
The younger Hawthorne sibling attempted to move but she didn’t realize her wrists were restrained by old fashioned shackles until it was too late. She suddenly felt herself being lifted to her feet by the two crazed sisters standing on either side of her. Each woman occasionally nuzzled into her neck and sniffed at her, nipping at her and licking exposed skin whenever the impulse struck.
Desdemona glanced around her environment and realized that they must be inside the castle if the polished flooring, centuries old artwork and beautiful grand staircase were of any indication. Where else would they be after getting lost out on the trail?
The frightened young woman made the mistake of looking over to her left and found that the red-haired woman known as Daniela was staring at her with a glazed look in her eyes. The sight of her lips parting and blowing her a small kiss made Desdemona’s heart nearly jump out of her throat. She couldn’t avert her gaze out of fear and Daniela took that as an invitation to flirt the only way she knew how. She brought two fingers to her face, spaced them out to a “V” shape and made an obscene gesture with her unusually long tongue, moaning loudly when Desdemona blushed and looked away.
“Don’t be shy, my love. Once we take care of Mother’s unwanted pests, we can finally be alone together and I’ll taste you once and for all. You’ll find that I do want to eat you but only in the best way possible. You wouldn’t deny me the pleasure, would you?” Daniela growls out, her eyes fluttering shut as the sound of Desdemona’s blood rushing through her veins and her rapidly beating heart thudding against her chest awakened a whole new need in Daniela. Desdemona wanted to cry out but refrained from doing so when she realized somebody else was coming.
Heels could be heard clicking from afar, a door slamming open and voices shouting in protest behind what seemed to be an impossibly tall, statuesque women. Desdemona’s jaw dropped for two reasons: The woman who entered the room dramatically exuded such class and confidence that it didn’t look awkward in the manner in which she had to bend so far low to pass through the doorway. When she uncurled herself from the uncomfortable position, her golden eyes met gray uncertain ones and they immediately pierced through Desdemona’s soul. The woman brought out a whole new level of terror within her. The second reason Desdemona’s mouth remained agape was due to the fact that the mysterious woman dragged along the wounded bodies of both Desmond and Veronica.
‘They’re still alive!’ Desdemona thought, hope rising in her chest the moment she saw both her best friend and twin reacting to her presence.
“Des, you’re okay! Christ, the way these fucking things were talking about you, I thought the worst happened.” Desmond called out to her, desperation in his voice as he attempted to crawl his way towards his sister.
Veronica tried to break free from the intimidating woman’s grasp but the woman merely raised a perfectly manicured brow in response and tugged on the chains wrapped around both Desmond and Veronica. They had collars clasped tightly around their necks and they choked as a result of the chains being pulled back.
When Veronica glanced back at Desdemona, the furious expression on her face softened when she noticed the bedraggled state her friend was in. Desmond noticed it too and it only served to fuel his anger.
“What the fuck did they do to you? I’ll kill them, I’ll slit their fucking throats and make them pay if they so much as tried to ra-,” Veronica began but was immediately cut off with a harsh slap to the face. “Goddamn, bitch!”
“Silence, vermin! Speak when you’re spoken to or you’ll learn your place soon enough should you continue to use foul language in my house. Now, pray tell my daughters, what is it that has you all so eager about entertaining this particular foreigner?” The elegant woman asks as she gives Desdemona a once over. The manner in how she reacts to inhaling Desdemona’s scent alarms the younger Hawthorne sibling. She decides to inspect her more closel with flared nostrils and enlarged pupils. She seemed…pleased, for whatever reason.
‘Do they plan on sacrificing you to appease whatever wicked deity they believe in?’ Desdemona nervously asked herself.
One of the daughters, the one known as Bela and the one with the red pendant, spoke first.
“We were out on the hunt in the village when I suddenly picked up on her delicious scent, mother. She’s a carrier of our favorite blood type. We haven’t had anyone like her in so long, we were hoping we could make a feast of her with your permission.”
Desdemona tensed up at the suggestion and vigorously shook her head.
“M-may I ask what w-we did to offend you and your daughters? I apologize for any wrongdoing, ma’am but we’re just Americans on vacation and we ran out of gas on the way to Bran! We weren’t expecting to get lost but please let us go, we didn’t come out here to hurt anyone!” She pleaded with tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes flicking from Daniela to Cassandra and finally, the incredibly powerful woman standing before.
“Des, don’t go begging them. They’re not going to listen to reason, believe me; we tried!” Desmond warned.
The quiet dark-haired woman, Cassandra, sneered at Desdemona’s twin and slashed at his face with her sickle in hand. Desmond cries out and attempts to cover his face with his cuffed hands only to have them ripped away. She kicks his chest and flattens him on the ground. Cassandra smiles wickedly as she brings her heel to the open cut and presses hard against his face for a moment, stomping on him a few times for good measure.
Both Veronica and Desdemona scream, begging the sadistic sister to stop tormenting him but their pleas fell on deaf ears.
“Good, girl, Cassandra. The hideous man-thing won’t shut his hole. I’m this close to gutting him on my newly polished floor and letting you girls get your fill for the evening. Ugh!” The woman in charge said before looking over to you once again. “It seems your exotic little treat has good manners considering what she is, however, and wishes to bargain with us. I can be a most gracious host and I’m all ears but I have two conditions if you wish to prolong your life, little one. Allow me to introduce myself first. I am Countess Alcina Dimitrescu and these beautiful girls of mine are my daughters Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela.”
Veronica scoffed and spat at the floor, earning a glare from the titan of a woman who was apparently on the edge of snapping. Desdemona was ready to leave in one piece so of course she stepped in and spoke on behalf of her brother and her furious friend.
“P-pleasure to meet you all, I’m Desdemona Hawthorne and that’s my twin brother, Desmond and my childhood friend Veronica. Ma’am, or My Lady, this all has to be a colossal misunderstanding and we are willing to pay any price if you allow us to leave and return home.”
The trembling girl gasped the moment she felt a pair of cold hands wrap themselves around her breasts from behind. Another set of hands reached for her belt buckle and began undoing her jeans rather enthusiastically. The next thing she knew, her v-neck shirt had been torn in half and her pants torn and ripped off her body.
“Desdemona, such a lovely name and what a lovely body. Mother, please let me keep her? I promise I won’t break her.” Daniela whined as she rubbed her hands up and down the length of her victim’s bare torso. It didn’t help the situation at hand when Daniela’s touch left Desdemona arching back into her, which must have sent the wrong signal because the delusional woman squealed with delight.
“If you or Cassandra had it your way, you’d bleed her dry on the first night and waste her blood when I would savor every inch of her until her very last moment!” Bela complained, her fingers inching dreadfully closer to the band of her undergarments.
“Get your filthy fucking hands off my sister, you twisted bitches. Stop fucking touching her! I’ll kill you, I swear it!” Desmond bellowed, managing to pull away from Lady Dimitrescu’s clutches and lunged at the women that were touching his twin inappropriately. He swung his arms at Daniela and used the length of the chain to whip against the side of her body. Daniela, caught off guard by his sudden attack, screeched in surprise and this immediately angered Alcina.
“ENOUGH!” Lady Dimitrescu signaled for her daughters to apprehend Desmond and the girls obliged, their concern for Daniela overwhelming even to them. Bela and Cassandra ambushed him on either side and using their transformative powers, they pulled him away from their youngest sibling and slammed his body against the nearest wall. Cassandra pinned his shackled hands above his head while Bela held onto his thrashing legs tightly.
Veronica was breathing heavily but made no move to run to him, not while Alcina held her leash tightly. Her brows were furrowed, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip as she tried to refrain from saying anything that would cause them to harm Desmond.
Desdemona could only cry out for mercy as it physically pained her to watch her own twin suffer at the hands of these monsters.
Meanwhile, Alcina had been hunched over Daniela and whispered disturbingly soothing things into her daughter’s ears, words expressed by a loving mother to her daughter, and it looked almost normal. When Alcina stepped away from Daniela, she composed herself after displaying what she deemed a moment of vulnerability and shot Desmond a withering glare.
“How dare you touch my daughter with your filthy man-hands, you wretched creature. I can see there is no taming a wild animal like you and like all wild animals, they must be put down! I was ready to lay down my conditions if I were to let you leave alive but you really screwed yourself. Desdemona Hawthorne, seeing as you were polite and tried to communicate in a manner I found pleasing, you shall be gifted to my daughters as their personal form of entertainment. You will be their plaything, and your trashy friend, Veronica, who is now under my employ as a house maiden, will be forced to clean you up after every time they choose to play with you. She will be beaten and broken until she learns what it is to be obedient.” Alcina growls out menacingly, enjoying the way Veronica begins to hyperventilate at the terrifying concept of being broken in by someone like Lady Dimitrescu.
Alcina drags Veronica across the room as she approaches Desmond and Veronica is now desperately trying to claw her away from the elegant countess. Raising her free hand in the air, sharp elongated claws form almost immediately at the tips of her fingers. It was in this moment that panic begins to set within Desdemona as she realizes what she’s about to do and so she attempts to rush Lady Dimitrescu. Daniela is quick to catch her prey and uses force to subdue Desdemona. She slams her knee against Desdemona’s back and brings her down to her knees, hooking both of her arms from around and underneath the smaller girl and forcefully raises her arms up.
“Let this be a hard lesson, my darling. Don’t you ever disrespect my mother in her own home or disobey her when she gives you an order. There are worst things than death, love, and they wander the mansion unsupervised at night.” Daniela whispers into Desdemona’s ears before bringing her attention back to her mother.
Heart hammering against her chest, Desdemona’s blood runs cold when she sees Desmond shed a tear at the realization that he was going to pay the ultimate price. In a quivering voice, Desmond beckons his sister to look at him one final time.
‘Oh no, no no no. They can’t do this, they won’t do this! I have to help him. I’m not sure I can live without my other half, it would be too cruel for me to go on without him!’ Desdemona thinks, weeping at the sight of her twin brother sacrificing his own life for hers.
“P-please, my l-lady, let him go I beg you! Don’t hurt him please, I’ll do anything if you let him go. Don’t take him away from me, please.” Desdemona begs. Steely gray eyes meet hers and she recognizes that he is resigned to his fate. She sucks in a deep breath, unwilling to break eye contact as he says his final goodbye.
“See you on the other side, Dezzy. Promise me you’ll make it out of here. Mom deserves to know. I love you and V…so very much.” He tells her with a wavering voice.
In the background, Veronica is verbalizing her objections and pleads for Desmond’s freedom but in the end, it was all for naught.
With an evil smirk and a deep chuckle, Alcina brings down her claw at Desmond’s abdomen, slashing him so deeply that his innards begin to seep out of him.
Desdemona feels like she’s suffocating, her lungs unable to function as she struggles to make a sound no matter how much she wants to cry out her brother’s name one more time. She throws her head back and opens her mouth to wail but nothing comes out but a few choked coughs. The surviving twin couldn’t explain it but it felt like Alcina personally reached into her chest and destroyed the most important part of her being. Desmond was her other half and upon death, a most profound connection between siblings is severed and there lies nothing left but an echo of what was once there. Desdemona felt…empty, as if she would never be whole again now that her brother was gone.
She shuts her eyes and the horrifying image of Desmond’s intestines piling up on the floor and blood sloshing everywhere replays again in her mind. The hurt is renewed and this time, she summons every ounce of emotion she could as she screams out his name, Veronica’s loud, panicked screaming fueling her grief.
“DESMOND!”
She screams it over and over again until her body slumps in Daniela’s arms. She’s too weak to do anything else. She can hear voices and the sound of heels clicking but she can’t hear what is being said. Desdemona tries her very best to drown out the background noise as her sorrow was too great but Cassandra’s voice breaks her out of her reverie and it is what she murmurs in Desdemona’s ears as she passes by that makes her whimper for an entirely different reason.
“Just you wait until I make you say my name like a prayer, love. This is only the beginning.”
#horror story#resident evil village#re8#RE8 Village#lady dimitrescu daughters x ofc#lady dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#dimitrescu daughters#bruh i swear this is going in a romantic direction but holy shit this got dark fast#original female character will go to great lengths to survive but she ends up falling for all three of them#she's gonna lose her mind eventually#only monsters come out at night#mine#bela dimitrescu x ofc#cassandra dimitrescu x ofc#daniela x ofc
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Second Chance
After a rough split is a second chance possible (tiny smidge of steamy)
You chanced a look at the clock and groaned when you saw it was a little before two. You’d been tossing and turning for hours chasing sleep that was sure to elude you yet another night. Antonio would be by in the morning with strong coffee in tow and no questions. Sometimes it benefited you with having your best friend’s brother as a partner. He’d learned not to ask once the date that was supposed to mark your wedding had passed.
Months had passed since you and Kelly split. It was hard to try to be civil with each other so on jobs where fifty one and intelligence ended up working together you’d navigate towards Casey and Gabby for any questions you needed answered and Antonio would talk to Kelly if need be.
If you were being honest with yourself you still loved him just as much as the day you’d thrown the ring at him and told him to get out of your apartment and your life. The two of you had gotten engaged before Shay died but her death combined with you burying a partner right before your transfer to intelligence had put too much of a strain on your relationship.
Both of you wrapped your pain around yourselves like armor refusing to let anyone in. You stopped talking, stopped touching and you ended up moving completely back into your place not leaving so much as a change of clothes at Kelly’s. The night that everything blew up was actually your anniversary. You’d gotten wrapped up in a case that had left bodies from Chicago to New York and ended up completely forgetting what the day was.
He showed up to the district to ask why you hadn’t answered any of his calls or texts but you hadn’t even checked your phone because for one your attention was on the case and for two he hadn’t been attentive in weeks you hadn’t thought some switch would flip to make him open back up to you. When you told him you weren’t talking about it at work he made plans to come by your place that night.
By the time you made it home you were exhausted and sore from catching a few rounds in the vest. Luckily it hadn’t went through and nothing was broke but it still hurt like hell. You had just collapsed onto the couch when Kelly used his spare key to let himself in.
You glanced up to see he looked as exhausted as you felt and started to suggest putting off talking until you both felt more like it but when he sat down on the couch next to you the dam of emotions you’d spent so long building up broke free and your mouth started moving of it’s own accord “Kelly I love you but I can’t keep doing this. We barely talk. When we do spend the night together it’s not like it used to be. I’m tired. I can only keep up one fight at a time and my job is hard enough without this resting on my head. I can’t go into a firefight and be thinking about our next argument. I want to be with you but we’ve got to meet each other halfway. I’m at fault too but something has got to change”
Kelly’s face had fallen into the hard mask like he wore before walking into a burning building. It was devoid of emotion so no one would know what was really going on in his head as he nodded and stood up “Good you saved me the words. This hasn’t worked for a while and I didn’t know how to say it” your heart had fallen to your feet. He wasn’t even willing to try to meet you halfway. He laid your key down on the coffee table and you stared at it for a few seconds feeling your tears dry on your cheeks as the warmth of anger started to sink into your veins.
You stood up and pulled the ring off your left hand “If this isn’t even worth trying to you. If years of our lives mean nothing take this damn ring and get the hell out my apartment and forget you ever knew me” you threw it at his face and spun around quickly crossing the floor and slamming the bedroom door behind you. You waited until you heard the front door slam before sliding down to the floor staring at your bed where so many nights you’d spent in Kelly’s arms.
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The next time you’d seen Kelly had been weeks later one friday night at Molly’s. You were sitting with Antonio, Sylvie and Gabby when he walked in with Matt. You knew from the glare Gabby shot Matt he hadn’t told her Kelly would be there.
You turned your attention to Sylvie silently begging her to keep the conversation flowing so she started talking about a call her and Gabby had went on a few days before. You could feel Kelly’s eyes on you when he walked up with Matt so you raised your eyes slowly and weren’t surprised to see him staring at you “Hey Kelly” you said quietly and he nodded “Y/N. You look good”
You half smiled feelings tears start to form in your eyes and blinked a few times while you stared at your drink to clear them away. Here he was within arm’s reach and didn’t even seemed effected by you at least not the way you were by him. You half listened to the conversation around you, trying to think of a graceful way to run out of Molly’s and away from your ex fiance before Antonio looked between you and Sylvie “Well ladies how about I drive you both home?” You shot him a small grateful smile “Thanks Toni” you kissed Gabby on the cheek then followed Sylvie out trying to ignore the way Kelly’s eyes tracked your movement.
You were silent in Antonio’s back seat the whole way to your apartment until Sylvie turned halfway around to look at you “Are you going to be ok? I can stay if you want?” “Me too partner you know I’ve got your back” Antonio added but you shook your head “No I’m ok. I’ve got to get used to seeing him. Fire and PD works too close and we run in the same circles. I can handle it”
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You were pulled out your thoughts by the phone on your nightstand dinging with a message. Who the hell was texting you at this time of night?
You reached out for it expecting it to be an alert from possibly Hank or Antonio telling you a case had come up but your heart nearly stopped when you recognized the number even if you’d deleted it out your phone to avoid the temptation of texting it once alcohol hit your system. You clicked the alert and closed your eyes against the flood of emotion after you read those three simple words “I miss you”
You took a deep breath and opened your eyes hitting the call button above his text. You had to know if he was sober, if he meant it because it was the only thought that ever rang through your head at since the last night you’d spent with him.Thoughts of that night filled your head as the phone rang.
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Intelligence had been after an arsonist who only sat fires to habited buildings. There was two bodies on the ground and numerous injured with the chances of that number growing higher the long he was on the street. You and Antonio had responded to a call from one of his c.i.s and found the guy. Unfortunately he’d already lit up the building. Antonio managed to get the kill shot on him but the two of you were stuck in a building that was basically a tinder box. There was no way out.
The two of you tried to pick your way out the building but a beam fell blocking your path. You knew Hank would get there and call CFD but the question was if they could make it in enough time. You and Antonio stayed crouched low holding jacket over your faces and trying to stay calm to control your breathing enough that smoke inhalation would at least be delayed.
When your chest started getting tight and breathing was a labor you reached out and grabbed Antonio’s hand. Something to try to anchor yourself. Just when you were praying that if this was the end that you’d die before the flames reached you a loud crack was heard just to your left and you heard Kelly “FIRE DEPARTMENT CALL OUT"
Next thing you knew Gabby was telling you to breath and you were laying on a stretcher. You pushed yourself up to a sitting position and saw Antonio sitting next to you with an oxygen mask on as well. "What the hell happened?” You asked pushing yours off despite Gabby’s objections.
“Well my best friend and my brother nearly died in a fucking fire for one!” When you saw the horror of what could have happened pass over her face you leaned back and let her put the mask back on and heard Antonio mumble “Good girl”
To appease Hank and Chief Boden you went along with the run to med. Luckily it didn’t take long to determine that while you both would be sore for a few days and have a lingering cough you were free to go home.
After Gabby dropped you off at the precinct to pick up your car you weren’t sure what came over you. Matt, Otis, Herrman, Cruz hell damn near all of fifty one had ended up checking on you except for Kelly. Maybe it was the left over adrenaline from the brush with death or maybe it was so much that hadn’t been said that lead you to drive to his apartment instead of your own.
You parked next to his mustang and made your way up to his place. It wasn’t until you were knocking that you thought about what you would actually say when he opened the door.
When he opened the door the look of relief in his eyes at seeing you stirred a completely different emotion in you. You launched yourself into his arms and crashed your lips against his in a hungry kiss that held everything you couldn’t put into words. You’d nearly died and you were pissed he hadn’t come to check on you yet being in his arms just felt right.
He pulled back after a moment clearly struggling as he met your eyes “Y/N seeing you like that” you could see the unshed tears in his eyes as he trailed off so you quieted him with another kiss “Kelly I don’t want to talk” he nodded and pulled you back to him as he backed into the apartment and shut the door behind the two of you.
Once the door was shut your back was pressed up against it with Kelly’s lips leaving a trail of open mouth kisses down your neck “Baby I..” He tried but you shook your head and pulled back far enough to pull your shirt over your head then reach for his own “No talking” you repeated before his hands went down to your lower back and he picked you up into his arms leaving you no option but to wrap your legs around his waist.
You moaned loudly when his lips found the spot on your neck he knew made you weak and he gave a sharp thrust of his hips letting you feel the way his body still reacted to yours. “Bed now” you managed to get out between gasps as his lips moved lower to nip gently at your breasts through the thin material of your bra.
He turned to head towards his bedroom never letting his lips leave your skin. When he dropped you onto the bed you met his eyes as he glanced down at your jeans asking for consent. You didn’t break eye contact as you pulled your bra off then unbuckled your jeans and started to wiggle them off your hips smiling when he reached to help you pull them off.
“Well Severide gonna do something or stare at me?” You taunted remembering the words from the very first time the two of you had slept together. The smile he gave you said he remembered as well. “Oh I’m gonna do a lot more than stare” he said before dipping his head down to your thighs leaving kisses along the left one trailing up just short of where you needed him before doing the same to the right. “Kelly please” you finally begged and that was all it took as he finally connected his mouth to your core licking a solid line up it and groaned against you when you moaned his name.
He slid one finger in curling it up inside of you barely brushing that certain spot he knew would make you come undone before sliding a second one in while his tongue worked against your swollen clit savoring every whimper and sigh he managed to pull out of you. “Kelly” you moaned tugging on his hair pleading for him to show attention to that one spot and he more than willingly obliged pumping his fingers inside of you in faster every movement hitting that spot that made you see stars. “Oh god yes. Right there Kel. Please don’t stop” you begged as he moved back up to catch your lips with his letting you taste yourself on him,fingers never slowing as he fucked into you feeling you get closer. When you finally came hips bucking up off the bed with the force of your orgasm he finally slowed his motions easing you through the high.
You reached for his shoulders and pulled him back fully on top of you and nearly growled “get your jeans off and get inside me” “I thought you said no talking” he threw back at you before pushing his jeans off to the floor and climbing back up your body leaving a trail of kisses from your hip all the way up to your collarbone finally ended with a teasingly slow kiss to your lips. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you asked “Condom?” And he was already reaching for a box out the night stand.
“Are you sure?” He asked once he was lined up with your entrance so you hooked your leg around his hip pulling him down to you and felt him chuckle as he slowly slid into you giving you time to adjust to him. Once he was bottomed out you reached up to give him an open mouthed kiss rolling your tongue against his when he finally started to move. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you.
“Fuck baby. You feel so amazing. I missed this” he groaned as he fucked into you. Your nails dug into his back as you felt your second orgasm approaching “Kelly…Oh my god yes” you moaned out before the pleasure washed you under a loud moan of his name falling from your lips as you came and felt his thrusts go erratic before he gave a final hard thrust followed by small twitches of his body as he came while moaning your name.
After a second he pulled out of you and smiled when you whined lightly “Sorry baby” he apologized and left a gentle kiss on your lips before stepping out the bed to dispose of the condom. When he came back he pulled you to his chest and you let him. The familiarity of the action was too strong to ignore.
You fell asleep in that position and woke up a few hours later with his chest pressed firmly against your back. All the insecurities started raining down on you at once. He hadn’t wanted to fight for your relationship. He hadn’t come to the hospital to check on you and when you’d seen him out he hadn’t seemed that effected by the split..not to mention he still had condoms in his side table?
You managed to slip out the bed without waking him and quickly slipped your clothes on not even bothering to put your shoes on until you were in the elevator heading down out his apartment.
The next morning you’d had coffee with Gabby and told her what happened then begged for help on running interference until you could be sure you wouldn’t fall back into Kelly’s bed. You had to protect your heart from him even if it meant breaking it yourself.
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Since that night you’d avoided him. He’d called and texted. Hell he even called Antonio but after Antonio told him you were ok just needed space he’d back off so why was he texting you at two in the morning?
When he finally answered the first words out his mouth were “I’m sober” as if he could read your mind. “Then why aren’t you asleep at two in the morning Kel?” You asked with a humorless laugh because why weren’t you asleep at two in the morning?
“I was thinking about the first halloween we were together. We went to that costume party then you and Shay piled up in her room to watch horror movies. I found the two of you at like four in the morning wrapped around each other because you’d managed to freak yourselves out and didn’t want to wake me and admit it” Shay had teased Kelly for a week that a few more horror movie marathons and she could steal you away.
“Yea she told everyone at fifty one she’d made me scream louder than you but it was because she’d insisted on that Austrian movie which was the scariest shit I’ve ever seen” you said with a laugh and you could almost see the smile on his face when he sighed and said “God I’ve missed hearing your laugh”
“Kelly. Why did you really call?” You asked not wanting to snap at him but not having it in you to keep up casual conversation with a man who owned so much of your heart to this day. “I finally got Gabby to tell me why you left the morning after that fire and haven’t talked to me since” he admitted and you covered your eyes with your hand trying to stow off the embarrassment you felt.
“I know it was just sex to you Kelly…” You were cut off at that point by him calling your name almost harshly. You were stunned for a moment before he repeated gently this time “Y/N baby please just listen to what I have to say then if you want to never speak to me again so be it” you nodded then realized he couldn’t see you so you said “Go ahead”
“So much has gone wrong between us. Shay and Michelson dying so close together. Both of us refusing to break, to let each other in. If I could go back and change it I would. She’d kick my ass if she knew I let you slip through my fingers. That day when we busted that wall down and found you and Antonio… I couldn’t think straight. I got into a fight with Matt and Boden sent me home. I had tried for hours to think of what to say to you so I could call then you ended up at my door.”
He hesitated for a moment and you weren’t sure if you should say anything so you remained quiet until he continued “There has never been a single time between us that was just sex. I love you Y/N. I still want to somehow get back to the point of being able to spend the rest of my life with you. That night I honestly thought either it would be a chance for us to start over but then I woke up and you were gone. I begged Gabby and Antonio both to tell me what I’d done but the Dawsons are both firmly in your corner but tonight I guessed Gabby just finally lit that fuse of hers and decided to tear into me”
This time you finally spoke to ask “What do you mean?” Thinking over what all you’d said to Gabby since that night. He chuckled before saying “oh like how the break up didn’t effect me. How I would look at you like we’d never been in love. How I didn’t come to the hospital when you were being checked out. How there was still condoms in my nightstand so I had to be sleeping around"
"Oh” you breathed and heard him scoff “Yea oh. Y/N honestly all my cards on the table because I don’t have a damn thing left to lose. Every time I saw you and weren’t able to touch you or kiss you was like a knife to the gut. When I’d see you working a scene and you’d head straight for anyone who wasn’t me..baby you could’ve shot me and it would have hurt less. I had to force myself to be cold to keep from breaking down. While we’re on the subject those condoms are the last box I bought when we were together. Where you scribbled only for Y/N and Kelly’s use is still on the box. I haven’t so much as looked at another woman and I’d give anything to get a second chance at us”
Your head was spinning as you tried to process what all he’d just said. You vaguely registered him calling your name more than once before you finally said “I’m here” he made a noise in response then said “I’ll let you go” “No Kel wait” you said hurriedly and heard him make a questioning noise so you decided to lay your cards on the table as well “I still love you too Kelly. I don’t want anyone else. It will take time but I want to try us again too. Can you come over? I just want you to hold me then come morning we can talk more” you could hear the smile in his voice when he said “give me ten minutes top and I’ll be at your door”
#kelly severide x you#kelly severide x reader#kelly severide fanfiction#chicago fire fanfic#chicago fire drabble#one chicago fanfic
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Ok, so, here's the next chapter.
It's a wee bit weird, so feel free to skip most of it, it won't affect the story at all. It's just there, doing it's thing.
Here's the first part, you can follow the link to read the rest of dip out here if you don't want to read a full ritual.
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“What do you mean Lin is in the hospital?” Selene gasped, unable to believe her ears. “I just saw him no more than...” she glanced at her phone, “four hours ago.”
“Yeah, well, that was before the arrow hit him,” Vera snorted, tugging at Selene’s dress as she unzipped it and yanked it down.
“Arrow? What arrow?” Selene asked, her voice muffled as a new dress was slung over her head.
“The one that hit him in the leg,” Alegra answered as she bustled past with an armful of candles, clearly heading outside to the circle clearing.
“What the hell was he doing to get shot in the leg?”
“Teaching an archery class, it appears someone had very bad aim. One legged Linden strikes again,” Alegra replied.
“That name is because he is the master of Tree pose, not because he only has one working leg!" Selene argued, starting to feel more than a little stressed. “Who the hell is going to be my Priest if Linden is out of action? There’s no one else I’ve worked with enough to even have a connection with let alone one enough to raise the power needed for the circle.”
“Don’t you worry your head about it,” Vera snapped, tugging violently on Selene’s arm, yanking her down in a chair where she sat as still as a statue, allowing the old lady to attack her hair. “Tanzi said she had a plan, so give her some time to see what she can pull out of her arse before you start your panic flapping.”
“But there isn’t anyone here,” Selene argued. “Why don’t we let Tanzi take my place, she’s worked with far more people than I have, she'd know how to work their energy better than me.”
“Because it’s your role, that’s why.”
“But I- OW!”
Vera pulled the brush back like she might donk Selene on the head again.
“We’ll have none of that negativity, my girl, I taught you better than that. You know negativity before a circle is a no no. Just trust the Gods, trust they have a plan and a reason.”
“Linden won’t like that he was part of whatever plan they supposedly had,” Selene grumbled but stayed still as Vera slapped a flower crown on her head and set to work curling her hair around it.
"Well, it's not like he has a say in it now, is it?"
-x-
“I feel ridiculous,” John complained as Tanzi straightened his tunic, giving him the once over.
“Oh hush, you look gorgeous, she’s gonna shit a brick when she sees you.”
“I swear, if anyone even dares to take a picture I’ll make sure that they never get an internet connection again for the rest of their lives,” John threatened, wincing as Tanzi grabbed a comb and a pair of scissors to start attacking his hair. "Are you sure this is completely necessary?"
"Oh yes, very necessary, you have to dress the part, besides, it'll be worth it, you'll thank me later," Tanzi grinned admiring her handiwork. "That bitch is gonna send me a gift basket for making you look so good."
"And there's really no one else to do it?"
"No, I already told you. Linden is out of action and it's been years since she's worked with anyone close enough to lead a ritual with them. You're bonded to her, you're basically her familiar, you're the perfect solution. Don't worry, it'll be fine, believe it or not she does know what she's doing, she won't let you mess up."
"I never thought for a moment that she wouldn't be completely capable and in control, she always is. She may seem flighty but-"
"You don't have to tell me," Tanzi interrupted, patting his shoulder. "I've known her since she entered the craft, in fact I think tonight will be quite eye opening for you. You've never seen her in a ritual before, have you?"
John shook his head.
"Then you're in for a treat, she's a natural performer as well as a talented witch."
"My wife with a penchant for dramatic performance? Never."
Tanzi sniggered under her breath but declined to comment, focusing her attention on the back of his head as she worked.
"Are you sure this is all I have to do?" John asked, unfolding the instructions he'd been given and reading them through again. They seemed simple enough, follow Selene, stand where he was told, do as she directed and only speak when she spoke to him first or asked him a question, it sounded like a standard social event to him.
"Yep. You've got your part of the performance there too, just make sure you give Sel her part."
"Tell me again why we aren't warning her about this?"
"Because I want to see the look on her face," Tanzi shrugged. "I'm old, I have to get my kicks somewhere."
John snorted out a laugh. "Don't let my Grandma hear you complaining about being old, she gets very defensive when anyone under sixty even dares to mention they have a wrinkle."
"Good job I'm over 60 then," Tanzi answered distractedly, tugging at the side of his head as she tried to wrestle his hair into submission. He resisted the urge to flinch and instead focused on her words.
"Sure you are, and I'm planning a career change to become a game show host." The woman didn't look any older than he did, let alone old enough to appease his Grandma.
Tanzi grinned evilly. "Look me up if you don't believe me, but sit still while you do it."
For want of anything better to do John pulled out his phone and did as he was told. It took him less than two minutes and a tiny bit of government file delving to find the truth.
"There's only one Tanzanite Summerland, who is apparently seventy-eight years old."
Tanzi hummed a little sound of acknowledgement as she worked on his parting, trying to force his hair to lay in a way that didn't come naturally to it. "Why won't your bloody hair stay where I put it?"
"Selene asks the same thing, I gave up trying to change it years ago and just work with it, but don't think I don't know you're trying to change the subject," he retorted, on to her game.
She huffed, giving up on the parting, deciding to work with what she had, smoothing it back into place instead. "I'm mated to a full bloodied Shifter, Nikos is 297."
"He's what?" John spluttered, turning to look at her. "That's impossible."
"Dude, you turn into a cat, nothing should be impossible to you," she drawled, her tone implying she thought he was being particularly dense as she grabbed his head and turned it to face forward. "Avery is 413."
"Avery too? What does he turn into?"
"Nothing, though I'm sure he'd love to embrace the bat cliché if he could."
"Bat? Why would h-"
Tanzi raised her curved fingers to her mouth in a crude depiction of fangs and hissed.
John's eyes widened.
Tanzi nodded. "Yeah, and he's still not matured into a fully functioning adult, he'd be lost without my sister, I swear. Now, you've got your words, I've done the best I can with your hair, I think you're good to go."
"What? No! I've got questions, you can't just dump this kind of information on me and expect me to just accept it. I need answers."
"No time my friend, chop chop, it's getting dark, move your arse, your wife's waiting."
-x-
"Seriously?"
Selene couldn't have been more shocked if Tanzi had produced a monkey from her pocket to slap her around the face.
"You think John is the solution to our problem? How? Why? He hates people!"
"Oh hush," Tanzi soothed, brushing away her concerns. "He'll be fine, it's only a little ritual-"
"Little? There's a hundred and fifty people out there joining in!"
"In at the deep end," Tanzi shrugged, "he married a witch, he's gotta learn sometime. He said he'd do it."
"But why him? Is there really no one else?" Selene fretted, more worried about her husband's social anxiety than the ritual itself. "Can't you do it?"
"Nope, you're our poster child, you're the one they came to see, we can't let them down. He's the only person here with a connection to you that won't dull your energy. You know a Priest is supposed to enhance it, not drain it."
Selene wanted to argue, but her friend did make a good point, not that she wanted to admit it. She had worked with John in little ways before, working on his intuition and raising his personal power quicker and easier before each shift he attempted; it really wouldn’t be that much different for him, you know, apart from all the people staring at him.
“Fuck it, we’ll make it work,” Selene huffed. “Did you at least prepare him, even a little? Gods, he’s never going to leave my side again after this. I walked away for an hour and he was drafted.”
“Of course I prepared him, I gave him a script and everything,” Tanzi promised her, crossing her heart.
“Which script?” Selene asked suspiciously.
“This one,” Tanzi grinned, handing Selene a book of Shadows already opened on a page.
Selene quickly scanned through the pages, recognising the revised ritual instantly.
“I’m going to make a few adjustments,” she stated in a tone that allowed no arguments.
“Wouldn’t expect anything less,” Tanzi assured her, knowing that she had won that round.
“Fine,” Selene sighed, checking the time. “Then I guess I'm ready.”
“Good, let’s go,” Tanzi said, draping a cloak around Selene’s shoulders.
“Hang on, where’s my chapstick?”
“Do you really need it?” Tanzi asked, desperate to get the other woman moving.
“Yes, I do, especially as I have a lot of foreheads to kiss out there,” Selene answered, already scrabbling through her bag looking for the elusive little tube.
“Where the hell is the bloody...Oh, thanks, babe,” she said in response to the chapstick that appeared in her line of sight, recognising the ring on the hand that held it. She took the stick and slicked on a generous amount, making fish out of water noises at her reflection in the mirror before turning around. She stumbled, reaching blindly behind her for something to hold on to, because praise be to every single deity for the God that was her husband.
“Holy shitballs Batman!”
“See, I look stupid!” John huffed, his cheeks burning. He should never have let himself be talked into it.
“Rubbish,” Tanzi scoffed.
“Wow,” Selene breathed, seemingly unable to form any full sentences.
“Told you she’d like it,” Tanzi grinned.
“What...I mean...how the...my Gods,” she breathed, unable to tear her eyes away from the pure gorgeousness she was seeing. Her eyes kept darting to a new part of him, there was simply too much beauty to take in in one go. “Wow.”
“Yes, I am a miracle worker, I know this,” Tanzi preened, brushing a non-existent speck of dirt off his shoulder.
“Is that a wig?”
“Clip in extensions.”
“My Gods,” Selene whispered again. John’s hair was now brushing his shoulders, falling in shimmering red waves that perfectly matched his own colour. His usual side parting had been maintained, the extensions having obviously been trimmed to blend in with his forelock, which somehow made it look less alien on him. Her fingers itched to run through all that silky looking hair and she actually reached out a hand but Tanzi slapped it down.
He was dressed in a black shirt with loose fitted sleeves that laced up across his chest under a dark forest green tunic. His legs were encased in black leggings and dark brown lace up boots that came up to just below his knees. He had a black cloak over one arm and a metal headpiece that encircled his head looking rather like a crown. But it was the pointed ears that peeked out from his hair that really pulled the whole look together.
“Fuck...me,” Selene was absolutely stunned, taking a few steps towards him, wanting to be close, to touch, to kiss...
“Later,” Tanzi ordered. “You two have to get moving, I can hear the drums already.”
Snapping out of her dazzling husband induced daze, Selene grabbed a sword that had been laying on a table in one hand and reached for his hand with the other.
If John felt nervous dressed in his ridiculous costume, it was nothing compared to how Selene seemed to be feeling. He could feel her hand shaking in his and hear the way she kept sucking in a deep breath before letting it out slowly.
He wanted to say something to make it better, but knew that in times like these words made very little difference to her. Instead he repositioned her hand in his, linking their fingers and giving it a comforting squeeze. She looked different tonight, he’d seen her in ritual robes before, but this time she had replaced the dramatic makeup she had been wearing earlier with something much more subtle. She looked younger, less sure of herself, with pale golden eyeshadow, pink blushed cheeks and no lipstick, maybe that was part of the reason that she looked a little less confident than normal.
They waited just outside the perimeter that had been marked out for the circle, around which a ring of people stood, others seated in little huddles on blankets, obviously not part of the actual ritual but wishing to observe. The whole clearing was lit up by the crackling flames of a large bonfire, which warmed the chill air to a more pleasant temperature now that the sun had gone down, taking its heat with it.
The drumming that had been growing louder with each passing moment reached its crescendo and abruptly stopped. He felt her stiffen and heard her inhale deeply once more, holding it for the count of five before letting it out slowly.
“Show time,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “Just follow my lead, babe, I won’t let you down.”
“I know,” he assured her, bringing her hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
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After the Fact: Act VII - The First of Three
Hey everyone :) here's another chapter, and we're back in present times. i wanted to thank Andy@straighttxhell for being a bilingual queen and helping me with the Spanish dialogue in this chapter you saved me!!
I hope you all enjoy <3
Courtney had her head buried in her textbook when she heard Duncan arrive home from work. She didn't mean to sound defeated in her delivery. "Oh, good. You're home."
He headed toward her study nook. "Missed me that much? What's wrong, Princess?" He questioned her, her look of frustration apparent on her face.
"I just can't get past this scenario in my textbook for my criminal law class."
"Sounds like my thing."
Courtney scoffed. "Hardly..." Duncan looked at her in utmost offense. "Oh, don't get offended. I just consider you...retired."
"That's more like it. I retired for a life in peace with my lady."
Courtney agreed playfully to appease him. "Yes, definitely." He leaned down, pecking her on her lips.
"But, yeah, what was the problem-thing?"
She turned her head over her shoulder to explain the dilemma, eventually turning the chair toward him. "Basically, they're asking me if this scenario requires prosecution: Person A shoots Person B in an attempt to kill them. However, Person B was already dead before Person A pulls the trigger. My question is: where does the line between motive and convenience become blurred? When does the defendant become a total liability for the damage done?"
Duncan hadn't felt this lost since he attended his Pre-Calculus class on accident. All he knew was that he has been referred to as 'defendant' a couple times in his life. "Well, the defendant could still be a good liar."
"...What?"
"You said he'd become a liability? But, how could that mess up his ability to lie?"
She closed her eyes as she tried to make sense of his statement. "Duncan... that has to be the most incoherent thing I've ever heard you say." She shamefully side-eyed to herself. "Why was that so hot?"
"Oh?" He smirked, egging her on. He still had no idea what he was talking about, but he liked flustering her in any way he could. He couldn't keep a straight face as he continued on. "I'm serious, babe! I've been a defendant enough times to know about lying abilities."
Courtney shook her head slowly, unbuttoning her shirt, but didn't let it fall. "That was so stupid. Fuck me."
Courtney never had to say those words more than once. They became one, an unconstrained, vocal Courtney flush against the wall with her legs wrapped around Duncan's waist clawing at his back.
***
Courtney groaned at the very last task she and Bridgette needed to complete: setting the table for the dinner both her and Duncan's parents were invited to in celebration of their engagement. A good amount of time had passed since the news broke. But, it was still an opportunity for everyone to meet and spend some time together.
"I'm just so freaking tired. I couldn't get out of bed this morning." Courtney handed the other end of the table cloth to Bridgette. "Duncan had to carry me to the shower."
Bridgette and Courtney lifted the cloth into the air, one losing sight of the other. Bridgette spoke as it slowly rested on top of the table. "Is he really that good?" She smirked as she smoothed out the edges with her hands.
"Please. Like his ego could use any more inflation..." Bridgette still waited for an answer, making Courtney give in. "Yes. But, he never tires me out to that point."
"Maybe you've been too stressed lately?"
"I suppose so. Planning this dinner, getting our families to come together all on the same day sure did wear us the hell out." They were done setting the table when Courtney raised the question. "Are you sure you don't wanna stay for dinner?"
"I'd love to, but..."
"But?!"
"I'm starting my fertility treatment today. Geoff and I have been trying for over a year, and we need the extra help."
Courtney pulled her into a hug. "I hope everything goes well. You know I love you. If you need to talk about anything, I'm here."
Bridgette took in her words before changing the subject. "Thank you. I love you, too, Court. So, what about you guys?"
"What about us?"
"You know... have you and Duncan talked about babies?"
She and Bridgette each sat on a dining chair in unison; Courtney sighed louder than she meant to in exhaustion. "I mean of course! But, I have this three year plan: finish law school, become a prosecutor, get married, and move out all in three years."
"That's quite the plan."
"Oh, that's nothing. I haven't even gotten to the two-year within the three-year plan."
"You have a plan for your plan?" Bridgette's head spun trying to wrap her head around Courtney's obsession with organization. "Never mind, the word's lost its meaning."
***
After their parents had done their formal introductions to each other, they settled into their seats for dinner. Besides story exchanging and pleasant conversation, Courtney had to deal with an occasional all-knowing stare from her mother. She tried her best to ignore it for the sake of a successful dinner. She was also coping with the fact that she was still hungry after eating her serving.
"Are you gonna finish that, babe?"
"Uh... no. Here, take it."
She smiled, scraping the last of Duncan's pasta on her plate. "Thank you. I just haven't eaten all day."
Courtney's mother called from across the table. "Can you help me with something in the kitchen, honey?"
Courtney nodded, getting up from her seat. They walked in together while her mother pulled her into a closer corner of the kitchen, speaking in a hushed tone.
"¿Por qué no me dijiste?"
Why didn't you tell me?
Courtney gave her a confused look, encouraging her to explain further.
"Que estás embarazada."
That you're pregnant.
Courtney furrowed her brows at her incredulous statement. "Qué? ¡No estoy embarazada!"
What? I'm not pregnant!
"Conozco a mi hija."
I know my daughter.
"Mamá! No digas tonterías!"
Mom, stop talking nonsense!
"No tienes que creerme. Pero aléjate de la champaña."
You don't have to believe me but stay away from the champagne.
Courtney rolled her eyes as Duncan walked into the kitchen.
"Everything okay in here?"
"Sí, mi amor- yes, everything's fine. Mamá just wanted me to take out this stack of plates."
"They're too heavy, cariño-"
Courtney widened her eyes and spoke through gritted teeth, signaling for her mother to stop this in front of Duncan. "I got it."
They all returned to their seats with Courtney demanding everything to be resumed to normal without her mother's theories.
***
Courtney stood in front of the mirror assembling her outfit for her very first mock trial. While she still struggled with her energy level hitting a new low, Courtney had been looking forward to this assignment for weeks. She brought out her favorite suit jacket and skirt to match, trying to slip it on with ease when she hit a snag at the button on her waist. Courtney tried her hardest to slip the button through until it eventually popped, landing on the floor.
"Goddamn it!"
Duncan called from the hallway as he approached their bedroom. "What happened?"
"My favorite skirt... I popped the damn button. I must've gained some weight." Courtney knew it was nearly impossible to stay the same weight she was five years ago, but was still sad to see her skirt go.
Duncan shamelessly eyed her backside. "Maybe there are consequences for havin' a fatty."
Courtney sighed defeatedly. "Now what am I gonna wear?" He gingerly held her by the waist, his arms wrapping around her torso, and eyed her through the mirror when he reassured her. "You would look amazing in anything, babe."
A smile crept the corner of her lips as she held the hands he wrapped around her. He let her go after pecking her on the cheek and she settled for a newer pantsuit that aligned with her figure. She was seconds away from heading out the door when Duncan called out to her; she only used her head to turn back to him.
"Hey! You forgot something."
"What?"
His hand swiftly slapped her ass and she yelped. She would've kicked him if she wasn't already about to miss her train.
"I'm going to kill you later!"
"I love you, too, Princess!"
***
She figured if she distributed her energy into the testimonies she'd ace the mock trial with flying colors.
Her body had other plans by the end of the trial.
Courtney tried to muster up the energy she had to give her mock closing argument. She used her arms to lift her up from the chair and she sauntered to the fake jury.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, the evidence lays out right in front of you: the bloodied bat, motive, and an eyewitness that places the defendant right at the crime scene. Do not let Alicia become a statistic. Put her sadistic killer rightfully where he belongs."
She took a deep breath before she turned around to head back to her seat. Her head spun and she tried to focus on the seat she was getting to until it was too blurry to see. Her eyes shut as she fell onto the floor. She fell in and out of consciousness as she heard fragments of voices around her.
...an ambulance!
...she have a pulse?
Stay with me, Ms. Courtney.
***
Duncan received a call from the hospital and rushed out of the tattoo shop without much thought. When he reached Courtney's hospital room, Duncan found her mother standing outside exchanging pleasantries with the doctor. He assumed she had just made it there as well.
"Now, you're Mom and..?"
"Boyfriend," Duncan answered.
"Boyfriend." The doctor reiterated while shaking his hand. "I'm Doctor Holt and I've been taking care of Ms. Courtney. She's going to be fine. We're just monitoring her blood pressure, making sure she's getting some rest. Fainting is a common occurrence in the first trimester."
Duncan nodded, accepting the verdict until he realized the last three words that came out of the doctor's mouth. He furrowed his brow in confusion and disbelief. He took pauses, stammered over his words as he tried to catch his breath the last three words stole from his lungs. "Th-the first trimester? ...Of pregnancy?"
"Yes...?"
"I knew it!" Courtney's mother exclaimed in victory over her intuition. Duncan whipped his head to the left of him in shock.
"You knew?!"
"Well, not knew, per se. A mother can just tell." This time Doctor Holt chimed in realizing his mistake.
"I'm so sorry. I couldn't ask her about the possibility of her being pregnant. She kept falling in and out of consciousness and I just decided to draw her blood for a test. I needed to know to care for her properly. If you don't know, then that means she definitely doesn't know she's pregnant."
"If it's not too much, I'd like to tell my daughter the news."
"I'm not against that," Doctor Holt declared. "I just need to be in the room when it happens. I'll be back in about five minutes to see if she's awake." He turned to enter another patients room down the hall. Lorena looked over to her future son-in-law being uncharacteristically silent, looking at Courtney through the door's window.
"How are you doing, Pobrecito?"
He didn't divert his gaze. The longer he stared, the more he was able to accept the fact. A small smile crept upon his face seeing his girl so sound asleep. For once, Duncan didn't feel resistant to change. When he looked at Courtney he didn't doubt either of their abilities; only relief took over as he ascertained that she was his partner in this journey. The only thing bringing him out of his thoughts were the angry exclaims from Lorena.
"Now you decide to show up after all these years?!" Duncan turned to see a tall man with graying hair in a suit.
Courtney rarely spoke of her father. Duncan had an idea why she didn't; the words exchanged between her parents confirmed his assumptions and her apprehensiveness when he asked. There were some things Courtney just didn't talk about with anyone and Duncan felt he needed to respect that no matter the circumstance. Her father answered, his tone devoid of any emotion. Every sentence suggested his presence was strictly business and contrasted her Lorena's emotional articulation.
"I'm still on her emergency contact card, so I'm entitled to know the status of my daughter's health."
"You can't just decide to be a father whenever you want! She and Kate are past the age of needing their father, if you couldn't tell."
"Because, of course, you're doing a fine job." He retorted, gesturing to Courtney's state.
"What happened to her is no one's fault. Not even her own." Lorena crossed her arms in frustration, defensive over him undermining all of her work. "Courtney and Kate have their mother. I knew I didn't give our daughters your last name for a reason!"
Duncan intervened when he saw Courtney staring through the window. "Please! Stop. She's awake." He turned to her father. He knew nothing about him, not even his first name. Still, he immediately wanted to diffuse the situation to diminish any stress Courtney could be feeling. Duncan tried his best to steer him away without revealing any information. "It's your best interest to leave. The doctor told us Courtney is fine and we've got it under control, but she doesn't need any more stress as it is." Lorena had the last word before her father left Courtney again.
"If she needed you, she'd call you herself."
***
Courtney's eyes fluttered open to offending voices. She knew she was going to the hospital from what the EMT told her while she lied in the ambulance. She just didn't know how much time had passed between then and now. Courtney enjoyed the feeling of being well-rested before she sat up, squinting her eyes to catch a glimpse of the arguing pair in the hallway. Her eyes widened when she witnessed her mom pointing her finger at her dad while he stood there completely composed and unbothered. Courtney froze and could only stare at them in their usual mode of communication.
It took her back to the little girl watching her father make his yearly visit, her mother denying him access for the emotional protection of her daughters. She remembered watching from the top of the stairs, hoping her sister wouldn't wake from the sound of their parents fighting. At the age of ten Courtney promised herself she wouldn't let herself feel that helpless ever again. That she'd never let her father ever make her feel unwanted.
Their yelling ceased when Duncan interrupted the both of them, signaling to them about her being woken up. The next thing she saw was her boyfriend inaudibly addressing her father rather seriously. His hand gestures and facial expressions indicated he was dismissing him. It seemed to work. Her mother spoke again, but she didn't want to ask her what was said. Whatever she said made him walk away. Courtney's stress levels seemed to be more manageable as she waited on her family to enter her room. No less than a few minutes later Duncan and Lorena entered her room with her mother attaching herself to Courtney in a worrisome hug.
"My baby! Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm okay." She felt like she was comforting her mother more than anything. She patted her on the back as she gave Duncan a small smile while he let the two of them have their moment.
A doctor unfamiliar to Courtney followed along and introduced himself to her. "I'm Dr. Holt. Glad to see you're awake." He checked her blood pressure on a monitor before continuing. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine..." Courtney didn't feel comfortable with the diverse expressions strewn across the three of their faces. She turned to her mother who seemed to be eager to speak. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She couldn't tell the nature of her diagnosis that she hadn't received yet. Duncan seemed be to readying himself while her mother looked to the doctor for an 'okay' to give her the news. Doctor Holt nodded to confirm.
"Mija, you are pregnant."
Courtney looked up at her mom again, slightly embarrassed. She doubled-down on their discussion at the dinner party last weekend. "Mom, I told you to stop this in front of Duncan-"
"Baby," Courtney stopped and turned to him. He made eye contact with her and her face softened when his hand ran up and down her calf covered by the blanket. His eyes were reassuring as he tried to prepare her for his statement. "It's true."
Doctor Holt began to speak about how it's an early pregnancy, but any details disclosed by her doctor came and went as an abundance of thoughts pervaded Courtney's mind. She tried to pay attention to the advice he gave her. Manage stress, drink water, set a sleep schedule. She felt this news would be an added amount of stress to a mound caving in.
***
Courtney sat on a stool near Bridgette's kitchen island. She barely spoke out of nervousness, letting Bridgette handle most of the conversation.
"So, my test came out negative." Bridgette poured a hefty amount of wine into her glass. She held up an empty one to signal her offering Courtney some.
"Oh... I'm so sorry, Bridge." Courtney's nervousness raised after hearing the news. She noticed her nonverbal offer and tried to answer simply. "Oh, no thanks. I need to drink more water. Doctor's orders."
"It's okay. Maybe I was destined to have the exact problems my mom had. You know, I dread waiting for the results now. It's like I'm manifesting seeing only one line on that stupid, goddamned stick."
"Come here." Courtney pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. The tears began to sting resting atop the brims of her eyes. Her initial reason for stopping by took a backseat in her mind. When they broke apart Bridgette immediately took to her defeated demeanor.
"I didn't notice before, but you look really worried. What's wrong, Courtney?"
"Nothing. I had something to tell you, but I don't think it's the right time."
"No... I ranted. Now it's your turn. It's not a friendship if only one person gets to unload their emotions." Bridgette reassured her. "Tell me."
"Okay." Courtney took a deep breath, instinctively clutching her stomach. "I just want to preface by saying I am in no means trying to make your day worse."
"...Okay..." Bridgette crossed her arms in confusion, but pointed to the hands on her stomach. "Are you...?"
Courtney nodded silently. Her expression became unreadable at her conflicting emotions. "Yes..." Tears started welling up into her eyes and she couldn't tell if she was happy or sad to bring those two words into her reality. She was practically whispering, hoping this change wouldn't bring any destruction to her realm. "I'm pregnant."
Bridgette smiled in shock. "Babe?? Congratulations!" Bridgette quickly brought her into a hug. Her reaction surprised Courtney given how upset she had been. "How far along are you? How did you find out?"
Courtney felt she should be smiling. She felt she should be incredibly happy at the fact. Instead a tear fell down her cheek. "A month. We just found out at the hospital." Courtney was adamant no one knowing about her stint at the hospital. "I only wanted to tell you, because I-I'm just trying to make sense of this and you're my best friend..."
Bridgette noticed Courtney was increasingly feeling less than thrilled the more she explained. "Are you keeping the baby?"
"We don't know, yet. Duncan was excited, but I'm just...- This was not my plan, you know? I haven't even finished school, yet. We can't afford a bigger place because I haven't started my career. This was supposed to come after. After the wedding, after school."
"I understand your feelings, and I'm with you no matter what decision you make. But, there's no set plan for life. Take a lesson out of whatever choice you make, and do what you think is best for all involved."
***
Courtney opened the apartment door and noticed a distinct smell coming from the kitchen. It reminded her of her favorite chicken her mother made for her and Kate when she got home from work early. She curiously walked into the kitchen to see Duncan in full chef mode. He greeted her
"Hey, babe. Are you hungry? I'm making this recipe your mom wrote down for me the other day."
She only stood still as she watched him stir the contents of the pan.
There was nothing Duncan could get out of Courtney after the news broke about their pregnancy. She had completely shut him out for the rest of the week, burying herself in her homework, studying, and whatever else she could distract herself with. She couldn't look at him when they talked and her answers were shortened to simple, one-worded responses, or sometimes none at all.
He opened the refrigerator door behind him to fetch her a bottle of water. "Did you drink enough water today?" He held it out for her to take.
Courtney dropped her bag and rushed into his arms crying. this time she's wailing. Duncan is purely shocked; he's never seen her so emotional. He spent the better half of this week trying to get her to speak. But, he didn't expect this kind of response from her. He placed the bottle on the counter and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he tried to console her in a hushed tone.
"Hey, hey, no... What's wrong, Princess?"
She was barely coherent, still sobbing over her words. "You're just... too nice. I haven't been nice at all ever since we found out. And you seem so ready and calm and I'm just neither of those things. What if I suck at being a mom? What if I can't make them happy?
"I'm calm because, one, I still wanted to treat you like I normally do. And, two, yes this is shocking news, but... it's you. if I'm gonna embark on this part of life, the only person I trust enough to do the best job is you." She faced him this time, still sniffling but calmed, and he continued.
"You're incredibly smart, ambitious, and beautiful. I'm cool, strong, and hot. Our kid wins the genetic lottery."
Courtney shook her head, half smiling. "Of course you'd point that out." She buried her head in his chest again, letting him run a hand through her hair.
"'Cause it's true," he said chuckling. "Whatever decision you make, I'm with you every step of the way. Okay?" She nodded and he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. When they parted, he ordered her to relax in the living room while he continued cooking. In his mind, he knew everything would be alright; as long as he didn't burn the chicken.
A/N: hello and thank you for reading :) there will be more; hopefully soon. also
fatty=big butt don't worry duncan's not calling her a mean insult i swear lol
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The One That Got Away
A/N: I was rewatching Mayans season two last night and Miguel just did things to me, so here we are, with a Miguel one-shot. I may begin writing for Miguel too, but I don’t want to jump the gun, we’ll see. Anyways, hope you all enjoy this one!
This is still technically Angel centric, but it’s Miguel mostly lol.
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Miguel watched as you giggled at whatever the hell Angel Reyes was whispering into your ear. He pursed his lips, looking away from the site that made his heart ache and his stomach churn.
It’s been six years since he let you go and the wound was still as fresh as ever.
You grew up in the same household, your mother and father worked for Miguel’s family. But you nor your family was never treated lowly, at least not by Miguel’s father.
Dita was a different story.
She was nice, personable, but you knew that she looked at you like you were beneath her. You never paid her any mind since Miguel mostly occupied your time. And due to your closeness to Miguel, Dita was warm to you.
Her only son.
He still remembered the night that everything came to blows. Adelita would never accept you in the family, but Miguel didn’t care. His mother could either get with the program or be sent elsewhere.
“Bebita, por favor, don’t pay her any mind.” Miguel pleaded as you packed your closet.
“I can’t Miguel, I can’t live like this. I love you, but I can’t be under your mother’s scrutiny day in and day out. That’s what I lived with for most of my life and I don’t deserve that. I did everything. I did well in school, got a good degree and it will never appease your mother.” You cried as you packed your things. Miguel tried to hold your hands to prevent you from continuing, but you shook your head. “Please, Miguel, I can’t.”
“So that’s it? You’re not going to fight for us.”
“I’ve fought for us ever since we were kids, Miguel. I can’t keep doing this. Your mother is suffocating me. You’re suffocating me. I was a fool to think that I could ever be a part of this family. No matter what I do or achieve, I’ll always be my mother’s child.” You took a deep breath, wiping your tears. “I’m worth more than your mother thinks. It’s not all about money.”
“And it’s not mi amor, you matter to me. I see everything. You’re the love of my life,” he whispered your name, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. “I’ll send her away.”
“No, I would never want to come between you two in that way. Your mother is all you have left Miguel.” You sat down on the bed you two shared. A bed full of memories of laughter, love and happiness. And now, it would forever hold the memory of your demise.
You could take Dita, she was never a problem. But she threatened your parents and you couldn’t have that.
‘You would never be good enough for Miguel. You’re a nice girl, a bright future, but you have no place in this family.’ Dita had told her a few days ago. ‘Disappear from his life or I’ll have your parents deported.’
So here you were now, packing and going away like she asked.
You loved Miguel but your obligation to your parents weighed heavily.
“Don’t do this bebita, please, all I have is you.” Miguel kneeled in front of her, placing his head on her lap, tears coming down from his eyes. He never thought he would lose you. The one constant in his life that never blinked an eye at the misdeeds that he had made. The person that had always been the apple of his eye and he constantly came back to Santo Padre for. The only person he would leave this life for.
And yet, he couldn’t stop you and he knew that.
“I love you so much Miguel, please let me go.”
And it was the last time you two were together. Your engagement ring he had given you was still in his safe, a painful reminder of what he once had.
“You know, I don’t think she would care if you came to see her.” Nestor has watched Miguel admire you from afar. “It’s been six years.”
It was heartbreaking to see his oldest friend in such a conundrum.
But Nestor also knew why you walked away.
“So much time has passed,” Miguel slipped his shades back on, tapping the driver to drive. “She looks happy to you?”
“Yeah Mikey, she does.”
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You moved to El Centro, an hour out of Santo Padre, after your break-up with Miguel. You moved your whole family there in case Dita felt they were a threat since they stayed put. You wanted to be as far away as possible from the Galindo’s.
It was difficult.
So many times you wanted to go back to Miguel, but you knew you couldn’t, so you kept your distance.
And then you met Angel and your world turned upside down for the better.
It was a chance meeting.
You still had family in Santo Padre and your mother convinced you to go to your cousin’s baby shower. You and your other were tasked with bringing the meat so before going, you stopped by Carniceria Reyes.
You were antsy, it was the best way to describe it. You didn’t want to be in Santo Padre, knowing it could get back to Dita you were here. But she shouldn’t care anymore, it’s been two years and you kept your promise. And from what you heard, Miguel was seeing Emily Thomas now.
That hurt.
You shed a few tears for that, but this was your choice.
You were just happy he found someone. Looking around the bookshelf of books, you browsed that as your mother spoke with Felipe. You’ve been here a few times and knew Felipe’s sons. You weren’t close to them, but they were also sweet whenever you came by, especially the eldest. His name escaped you then, Angelo? Alex? Armando? It was something with an A. And the youngest was Xavier or something.
“You could take one if you want.”
The sudden voice startled you. Looking over to where the voice came from, you found the eldest Reyes, Alvaro? Fuck, his name was really escaping you.
“I’m good, I was just looking around.” You stammered out. “It’s nice seeing you again,” you looked at his shirt hoping there was a name tag. But he was wearing a biker vest, or kutte was the proper term you believed.
Angel watched as you pondered, chuckling as you scanned his top for a name tag.
“That hurts querida, we were in the same classes.” He teased her. “My name is Angel.”
“Angel! Yes, I was close, I was going to call you Angelo.” You laughed. “How are you?”
“Good, you back in town?” Angel was aware that you were Miguel’s former fiance. There were various versions of the story as to why you walked away, why you left Miguel, but they all sounded over exaggerated and straight out of a soap opera. But he didn’t want to pry, at least not yet.
“No, just a family gathering.” You explained. “Didn’t think you would notice I was gone.”
“It’s hard not to notice, I’ve had to deal with your cousin at the bakery and she’s not as giving as you.” Angel smirked. He would never admit it to a living soul, but he went to the bakery every morning so he could get a glimpse of you. He knew that you were Miguel Galindo’s girl, well was, but it didn’t hurt to look. It was the only place his security wasn’t tailing you, he might as well take his chances.
“Right, you always came by and got the conchas and the besitos.” You vaguely remembered Angel, but you couldn’t even remember his name.
“See, you remember my order.” Angel knew it wasn’t much, but a win was a win.
You nodded your head.
“Y/N, let’s go.” Your mother called out. “Hello Angel, how are you?”
“I’m good Mrs. Y/L/N, how are you?”
“Good.” Angel answered. “It was nice seeing you again hermosa.”
You blushed at his compliment and nodded your head. “It was nice seeing you as well.”
After a few more visits, your parents decided to move back to Santo Padre since your grandmother wasn’t doing so well. With Miguel married, you figured Dita wouldn’t pay you any mind and you were right. You ran into her once and she was quite pleasant. Though, that may have to do with the fact that she saw you with Angel. You made polite conversation before leading Angel away.
At that time, you and Angel had been together for six months.
How did you go from barely knowing his name to his girlfriend?
Well, you must say, Angel Reyes was persistent.
He’d be at the bakery every morning with his friend, Coco. They would come and big you, bring you a breakfast sandwich, coffee, anything just to keep you company during the early mornings. Coco didn’t come all the time, but Angel came whenever you worked.
How did he get your schedule? Most likely your cousin, which was a hazard, but Angel could charm fucking anyone.
After a few months, you relented and started dating Angel. To say it was different than dating Miguel, was an understatement. You weren’t sure if it was the age gap or you being older, but Angel was a different type of love than Miguel.
You’ve always adored Miguel, loved him since you were able to grasp the meaning of love. You two began your relationship when you were twenty and ended it when you were twenty-five. You learned so much from Miguel and he truly loved you, he did. He communicated well with you, gave you enough information about his job to keep you at bay, but also kept you safe. He listened well to you, knowing what upset you and what made you happy. But, the downside of it was the status of a cartel wife, which at that point you had not even attained. The constant security, the eyes of everyone on you, it could get to become much. And for a young adult, it was all too much at the same time.
It was puppy love. You adored and loved Miguel with no questions, he could do no wrong in your eyes. It was naive, you were certain, but Miguel never treated you any different due to your differences in class. He supported you in a world where people expect a cartel boss to be sexist as hell.
But with Angel, it was a different type of love.
He was definitely more into you than you were to him at the beginning. You entertained the idea of dating Angel out of pure pestering from your mother and him. A few dates, he would realize what a bore you were and it would be done. The problem was, you found yourself gravitating towards Angel. You began to look forward to his morning visits. You began to look forward to your dinners that could be at any time of the night. You just began to look forward to being with him. Slowly, but surely, you were falling for Angel and it was intense.
You didn’t think you would fall in love again, you gave so much to Miguel, it wasn’t possible, but you did and you fell in love with Angel.
Two years together before he proposed to you and the third year of your relationship, you two got married. You invited Miguel as he invited you to his wedding, which you didn’t attend.
He attended yours.
You were dancing with Riz, laughing as he teased you about all the shit you’re going to have to deal with now that you were married to Angel.
“If I haven’t ran, I think we’re good.” You giggled as he spun you around and right into Miguel’s arms.
“May I cut in?” He asked, but his eyes were on you.
“Sure.” Riz nodded his head, knowing he was invincible at this point.
“Congratulations,” Miguel told you as he swayed with you. He couldn’t help but think that this was supposed to be you, you wearing a ring he customized for you, but instead, you were a fucking Reyes.
“Thank you Miguel, I’m surprised you came.” You blushed at his compliment. You weren’t going to lie, there was still that little flicker of butterflies in your stomach whenever you saw Miguel, but he was your first love, it was hard not to.
“Come on bebita, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Miguel twirled you around, smiling, flashing to a dream that he has every now and then. You two getting married, you laughing as he spun you around all night, keeping you to himself. “It was a nice reminder of what I could have had.”
You frowned them. “Miguel.”
“I know, I apologize bebita.” Miguel placed a kiss on your forehead. He knew Angel was watching, but there was nothing your husband could do except watch. He owned the MC. He wouldn’t be foolish enough to harm him. “Do you ever think of what could have been?”
“Miguel, please, not today.” You’ve ran into Miguel a few times over the years. You two always had pleasant conversations, but he would text you afterward, later that night, most likely intoxicated, asking how you could leave him, why would you leave him when you were all he had. You cried after those messages because you felt terrible, you did feel like you abandoned Miguel, but this was for the safety of your parents.
“When can we? I love you, I still do. How can you marry him?” Miguel didn’t want to do this to you, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t think you would last with Angel. What could he possibly give you that Miguel couldn’t? He even had quite a laugh with Nestor when he was first informed you were dating Angel, and here you two were now.
“Miguel, I love him.”
“Like you love me?”
“Even more.”
He froze then. It was a mistake to be here.
“May I cut in Mikey?” Nestor saw the tense looks on your faces and decided to cut in before anything else could happen.
“Of course.” He kissed your forehead one more time before walking back to his table where Bishop was sitting with Taza.
You didn’t love Angel more than him, that wasn’t possible.
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Miguel was having his morning coffee, checking the newspaper for the latest craziness in the world. Nestor was sitting right next to him along with Marcus, having some breakfast.
“Did you send her the gifts?” Miguel was made aware of your baby registry, which you shared with Nestor. After your wedding, you avoided Miguel and he avoided you. You both figured it was better this way.
“Yes, of course I did. She loved it, she said thank you.” Nestor kept his friendship with you since you two have known one another almost as long as you’ve known Miguel. Of course, Miguel encouraged Nestor to continue the friendship so he could somehow keep tabs on you. Nestor didn’t disclose everything to Miguel, but he gave him enough.
“You told her I gave it to her?” Miguel placed the paper down, looking at one of his oldest friends and head of security.
“It wasn’t hard to figure out Mikey, you did go over the top. I told you to get her one thing.” Nestor teased his friend.
“She had all these things on her list that she needed, I couldn’t just get her one thing.” Miguel was appalled by such a suggestion. It was no chip off his back if he got all those things for you.
“Mikey, you basically got her whole registry.”
Marcus chuckled, remembering how upset Angel was that your ex-fiance decided to flex his financial muscle and get you everything. But he knew Miguel meant well, it was hardly a snide towards Angel.
The consistent ringing of his doorbell called their attention.
Nestor stood up to get the door and Angel pushed past him, hollering for Miguel.
Miguel stood up and made his way to the foyer of his home. He found Angel, eyes bloodshot, hair a mess.
“Can I help you Angel?” Miguel questioned, a feeling of dread appearing in the pit of his stomach. Angel’s appearance and his sudden presence in his home could hardly mean anything good.
“They took her.” Angel uttered out, his tears welling up in his eyes. “Those motherfuckers took her.”
“Who?” Miguel’s heart dropped.
“The mercenaries, they’re using her as a bargaining chip to get Adelita.”
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Miguel walked in the dress factory after receiving word that they had a plan in motion. The Mayans were packing up their guns in the duffel bag while Angel was off at the corner pacing. He had been on edge the whole morning, which he understood, but he had to keep his cool if they were going to get you back. He needed to be on top of his game.
“Angel, a word.” He called out.
Angel stopped pacing, looking up at him. They walked outside of the room that held the pew, making their way outside. Miguel told his men to stand down and stay with the Mayans, he wanted to speak to Angel alone.
“You have to calm yourself, you being on edge is not helping the situation.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, was your pregnant wife kidnapped?” Angel didn’t mean to snap, he was just worried about you. How could he be so stupid?
“I wasn’t the one who let her across the border without fucking protection.” His usual prim and proper Ivy League persona cracked. How could Angel be so stupid to let you go across the border without anyone? He could have sent his brother with you. He could have literally fucking sent anyone with you.
Angel couldn’t even argue with him, because he knew it was true.
“Yeah, I know.” Angel slipped a cigarette stick in between his lips, lighting it up. “Thank you for coming to help.”
“I would do anything for her.”
“I bet you would,” Angel managed to chuckle. “But she’s my wife and there’s nothing that would change that.”
“I can respect that she’s happy with you.”
“Can you?”
“I haven’t killed you, so I believe that I can.” Miguel rolled up his sleeves, that Santo Padre heat was unforgiving. “But after this incident, I don’t know if you truly deserve her.”
“I’ve never deserved her, but she chose me. She loves me and that’s enough for me.”
“There was no choice to make, I’m sure she would have chosen me if I fought for her.”
“But you didn’t, did you?” Angel didn’t want to be around Miguel. He swallowed his pride to ask him for help, but he wasn’t going to be lectured or speak of what if’s with your ex-fiance. “Thank you for the gifts for our child.”
With that, Angel left Miguel to his own devices.
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You laid at the back of the car, light slightly seeping in your black head cover. Your hands were tied together and you were trying your best to stay strong. You’re not even sure why you were involved in this whole situation. These men were telling you that if they brought the rebel leader, you and your child would survive. You knew who Adelita was since Angel told you everything, but you’re not sure why you were being used as some sort of bargaining chip.
You tried to reason with these men that you weren’t connected to Miguel Galindo, but that just earned you a slap on the face.
You heard their panicked voices, then calling for their other colleagues for back-up. Two shots was all you heard when the car began swerving. You prayed that whoever was there weren’t other people who would harm your baby. Your main concern was your child, you were seven months pregnant. The pregnancy was difficult and you would really like for this baby to come out healthy. You tried your best to remain calm in this situation, but it was hard. You tried your best for the baby, so he wouldn’t be stressed out.
The car stopped and you heard the footsteps.
“Bebita,” it was Miguel. You felt so relieved to hear his voice. The door opened and you were softly being ushered out. You could hear Nestor as well, asking if you were okay. “Bebita, estas bien?”
They pulled off the covering, you blinked a few times to adjust to the light. Looking at Miguel, the tears came then before he enveloped you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. His familiarity made you sigh a relief.
“I got you, I got you.” He whispered against your head. “Is the baby okay?”
You nodded your head. “Where’s Angel?” You questioned as you pulled away.
“He’s on his way bebita, we had to split up since they had decoys.” Miguel was so happy to see you alive and well. He saw the redness of your cheek, but he tried to just focus that you were okay. “The MC can’t seem to protect you.”
“Miguel, por favor, this was the first time. It was my own carelessness. I went across the border with my mother and they grabbed me.” You sighed. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you are not an inconvenience.” Miguel scolded you. “I was worried for your return and had to intervene.”
“Who told you I was taken?”
“Your husband called me.”
“Angel?” You knew Angel wasn’t the biggest fan of Miguel. The involvement of the MC with the cartel was something he was not a big fan of and to avoid fights, you never voiced out your opinion. Though you understood Angel’s reasoning as to why he wanted to move the club away from any cartel related activities.
“Yes, he may not be as smart as Ezekiel, but he was smart enough to contact the person he knew could help.” Miguel took off his jacket as Nestor helped you take off the jacket those mercenaries gave you. He placed his jacket on you.
“Are you happy?” Miguel questioned you as you both looked over the mountainous terrain around you both. It was odd to meet with Miguel in such a deserted place, but he insisted.
“With Angel?” You looked at the man you once love, growing up in his home as a part of the family even though your mom was their maid. It was never hard to love Miguel, it was hard to be with him. The rules, the eyes, and his mother, it could all become too much. But he loved you greatly, took care of you, made you happy, just at times, it wasn’t enough. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. Thank you for letting me go.”
“I’ll never let you go, I just know better.” Miguel kissed the back of your hand. “Te amare por siempre bebita.” He caressed your cheek, your eyes closing as he did. The familiarity, the warmth. You did miss Miguel, but you would never trade what you have for the world. “Why didn’t you tell me that my mother threatened your parents?”
Your eyes opened then, the disappointment clearly seen in his eyes. “I,” you sighed. “Who told you?”
“My mother did.”
“I didn’t want to cause a rift between you two. She was the only person you had Miguel, I couldn’t do that,” he held up a hand.
“I would have protected them, how could you not have trusted me to be able and to protect your family? They’re my family.” His voice was harsh, frustrated that you decided to become a martyr instead of talking to him.
You heard the cars approaching then, two cars.
“There’s no reason for us to dwell in the past, Miguel. We’ve both moved on.”
The MC got out, Angel leading the charge. He ran to you, immediately wrapping his arms around you. He kissed you, Miguel looking away as he did. Placing a hand on your stomach as he pulled away, he asked if you were okay, was your son okay and you nodded your head.
“Fuck baby, I’m so sorry. I should have gone with you to Santo Madre.” Angel was remorseful. You had begged him to come, but he declined since he had a run with the club. How could he be so stupid? What if that was the last time he would have seen you? The tears welled up in his eyes, wrapping his arms around you again. “I love you, y/n, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” You pulled away turning to Miguel. You took off his jacket and handed it to him. “Thank you again Miguel.”
He gave you a tense smile and a curt nod. It still hurt, after all these years, after he had married. He still wished you were the one who was next to him, but he tried not to dwell on that idea, it hurt every time he did.
All that mattered was that you were happy.
You were the one that got away and he would forever regret not fighting for you.
Now, he had to watch you be happy with Angel fucking Reyes.
These Reyes men were a pain on his side.
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My thoughts on Episode 6--On the Inside
Very appropriate title by the way. Works in a multitude of ways.
As always, my randomness is going beneath a cut again to spare the eyeballs of those of you that don’t want to see it at all and also? Help those of you that have somehow stayed spoiler-free in this brand-new age of early release episodes. It is still so wild to me that I’m a full episode ahead of half the fandom. I don’t know what I’m going to do when we get to the final episode and they decide to make us all suffer together--because somehow I do feel they will do exactly that after spoiling us for the first 23 episodes. It is going to be agonizing.
Anyway. Without further ado, Shae’s stream of consciousness review (of sorts).
Not fair, Angela. Opening the episode with that shot of that big ass spider. I hate those suckers. So naturally, they’re an easy sell for setting the horror scene to me, lol.
Okay. Who the hell’s chasing Virgil and Connie? Walker No-See-Ums?
Barely a minute in and the atmosphere for this episode is moody AF.
What is this? Tara Jr. The Walking Dead? LOL. Where’s the Scarlett for this mini plantation house? Anyway. First three minutes of this episode? Just as attention grabbing as the first five episode openings this season. I don’t think people out there are giving our writers enough love for that. Every episode so far has opened like a mini movie.
With the way the Walking Dead logo keeps crumbling away with each successive episode, somehow it wouldn’t surprise me at all if the Carol and Daryl spinoff was eventually titled The Living and had flowers growing out of each letter, lol. I mean, there would be a certain sort of life-affirming symmetry in a show that’s been promised to be much lighter in tone doing just that.
More Carol and Aaron? Yes, please. I don’t necessarily like Carol staying at home and sitting the sidelines like a figurative happy little homemaker in the B story while the rest of the mains are trying like hell to sell the A story, but if she’s going to be totally prohibited from the main storyline until it’s time to blow shit up? I’m going to continue enjoy getting to see her do what she should have been doing for seasons--interacting with others in the community, especially Aaron and the ladies.
Truly. I really am loving my girl getting some quality Aaron and Rosita time. It’s so long overdue.
Bless sweet Kelly. Riding off to her sister’s rescue.
Why isn’t Lydia shown as part of these plans? For someone that could barely read last season, I doubt that big ass map was a piece of cake for her and it’s all just guesswork anyway without her guidance. I mean, why does it feel like they are cutting some of this stuff that might not seem like much plot-wise but would go a long way toward establishing different character beats? Personally, I would have loved to see her involved in the search and sharing scenes again with Carol and bonding with Kelly.
Virgil be having that “I always feel like somebody’s watching me” feeling. Don’t you hate that, lol?
“You haven’t slept in days.” But how many days, Virgil? I’m going to need a number because I’m confused AF about this timeline at this point. What we’re seeing and what different pieces of dialogue is telling us is not exactly lining up. I’m going to find it awful hilarious if it hasn’t even been two weeks since the cave in. For reasons.
Connie’s spidey senses are clearly tingling.
Alrighty, then. She’s clearly got PTSD. Understandable. They’ve all had it. Some have been treated more sympathetically than others, though.
I mean, it never seems to cross anybody’s mind how Carol probably sees Henry’s head on that pike, Mika’s pale and bloody body, Lizzie crumpled face down in a bed of yellow flowers, Sophia with a smoking bullet hole through her undead head whenever she closes her eyes but whatever.
Okay though. But what if Connie had really shitty, impossible to read handwriting? AKA doctor’s handwriting. What then?
Leah’s face honestly twists my insides whenever I see it, lol. It’s quiet a visceral thing. No, that does not make me a horrible person. Not everybody wants or has to drink the awesome, great, redeemable villainess Kool-Aid. IMHO, she’s got a face meant for a Walker. Perfect makeover idea. Eh. Mostly it’s her expression and the deadness of her eyes.
Anyway. Why is it always the fingers? Eff that.
Listen. If ya’ll can’t tell Daryl’s conflicted AF with the situation he’s landed in, you don’t know how to read NR’s face and eyes. He’s not a masterclass like MMB but he’s pretty darn good when he wants to be.
I honestly feel sorry for Redshirt Frost.
“You do what you gotta do.” Frost knows what’s what and he’s willing to walk the walk for Maggie. Impressive loyalty. I’m left wondering how the current, colder incarnation of Maggie inspired it because I’m still struggling to see it. Anywho. My point is the dude knows the score and just gave Daryl the okay.
Daryl taking off his angel vest before stepping into the role of torturer/interrogator=him shedding the persona/the man Judith and RJ and Lydia and Carol know him to be. Pushing away his man of honor status so he can just survive somehow.
Pope never quits chewing whatever the hell he’s got in his mouth. It’s kind of distracting.
Ohhh. We’re back to the Haunted Mansion. I mean house. Where are the Hitchhiking Ghosts?
All the eyes scratched out of those creepy pictures=spooky.
The good old fogged up bathroom mirror shot. Somebody’s been watching and studying their horror movies, lol. Not gonna lie though. I’m legit bracing myself for the jump scares I know have to be coming.
I’m loving the music/score in these scenes.
Truthfully, I could care less about these Reapers. But they are hella attractive, lol. Listen. Angela knows what she’s doing.
Kelly’s horse is so pretty. Prayer chain for that baby.
More dead horses? Why?
Connie’s slingshot? Sorry. I maintain, no matter how much I like these two, that they have the lamest weapons ever. Endless supply of Virginia rocks or not.
So. Did Virgil and Connie enjoy a little equine for dinner? Did they kill it before the Walkers fed? What monsters! Yeah, no. Not if they were starving even if I personally could not have. The more probable story is they fled the camp in a panic and left the horse behind and then it went down. Sorry. I didn’t exactly study the wounds on the poor animal because it is so traumatizing to me to continue to see them meet such dastardly ends on this show. I don’t know who the hell has such a score to settle with horses but stop it.
Days. It’s only been days. Not weeks. So many times with all that Daryl and Company have had to contend with since the cave in? Those do not exist, lol. They’re just a convenient, appeasing piece of dialogue thrown at a fanbase primed and ready to read everything into not much of anything. There’s just not been enough time for it to happen unless Daryl has literally been up 24/7 for all of them. You know, strategizing how to attack the remainders of Alpha’s horde, figuring out how to defend Hilltop before it fell, healing from the wound he sustained at Alpha’s hand, sitting on that log all damn night with Negan waiting on Carol to come home, having a lover’s quarrel with his best damn everything, taking care of the Grimes babies and Lydia, being the reluctant leader. Kang, why you playing them like that? Daryl’s a super guy but he’s not a superhuman with clones. So many times my ass.
Seriously. Who been watching Connie and Virgil? The MIA Oceansiders? Beta’s Fee Fi Fo Fum Ghost?
Nice. A Michonne mention. Maybe the truth will start to trickle out.
LMAO at Connie’s “I’m not staying here.” Me neither, girl. I would be outta that house so fast.
They really “Quiet Placing” this episode. Honestly? I’m kinda loving it.
WTF was that? I know she can’t hear but you telling me all the little hairs on her arms, legs, and neck didn’t stand the fuck up and say fuck this shit, I’m gone? Pardon my language, lovelies, but that moment had my heart kicking up several beats.
Okay, okay. To be fair to Connie, every hair on her body been doing that since the front door closed. Maybe they’re desensitized.
Gollum’s chasing Connie!!! He/She wants their Precious!!!
The knee jerk reactions about this episode sight unseen are OTT, honestly. And I mean no disrespect by saying that. I can understand completely where they’re coming from because we’ve been burned so long in this fandom. But it’s obvious the spoiler source has their particular biases and reads into things in such a way that don’t line up with what’s actually being shown onscreen. Daryl’s loyalty in this episode and all along quite clearly lies with his family and his community. He’s been playing Leah since the start and is truly just trying to survive somehow.
Awful thought. The Reaper that’s so suspish of Daryl--haven’t quite caught his name or really cared to. I feel like he might try to get to Daryl somehow. When he realizes that Daryl cares no more for Leah than any human would care for somebody (they thought) they used to know? He’s going after Dog. Or Carol should she finally join this story.
I refuse to believe Carol isn’t going to be a part of this story. Because they messing with her mans, lol.
“You’re ever with us or you’re not.” Now where have I heard those words before? I wish I could find that Daryl gif because that had to be one of the funniest things ever, lol.
Unrealistic suggestion to Daryl, Leah? Breathing oxygen seems to piss off Carver. Oh look. He finally has a name for me, lol.
I love how all three of the ladies--Carol, Magna, and Rosita--look at Kelly with such indulgent, adoring “little sis, you alright?” eyes.
They are seriously the most beautiful quartet of characters. I mean all of them are lovely but Carol and Rosita this season? Ugh. The unfairness of the pretty.
Human bones. Terminus callback, lovelies. How it all would have eventually gone down if Gareth and Co. hadn’t met the business end of Rick’s red machete.
So many horror movie homages in this one.
Virgil’s like “let’s leave this Texas Chainsaw Massacre behind.”
Connie and Virgil have obviously bonded, ya’ll. I’m surprised by how much I’m enjoying their scenes together when the character mostly got on my nerves with Michonne. He’s a good actor and the core of his character is sympathetic, but I’m not going to lie. I wasn’t super enthused when he was the one that rescued Connie because I didn’t know how their scenes would play out. But there’s a nice synergy there.
Okay. Does Carver want Leah for himself? Because I’m sure Daryl at this point would love to scream “take her, I know where I fucking belong!”
Daryl’s digging in deep because Carver has shown him Leah’s potential weak spot. Nuance is truly lost on some people, LMAO. He cares about Leah as a human being probably. He’s Daryl, after all. The sweet one. But he sees her as his way outta this and he’s going to exploit it.
It’s nice to have a silent Negan for once, lol. I can pretend he didn’t take my baby Glenn away from me and enjoy JDM’s pretty.
So. These cannibal people were the watchers? Hmm.
I’m really digging Virgil 2.0. Yeah. Nobody’s surprised more than me.
Sweet, sweet scene between Virgil and Connie. His determination to reunite her with her family brings back the sympathy I felt for him when he told Michonne “I promised her flowers. Every day.”
Damn. How many of those creepy crawly cannibals are there?
How brave of Connie to confront her fears to save someone she’s obviously grown to care about.
The Kelly/Connie reunion gave me chills and made me cry. Thank fuck Angela didn’t cheapen that moment by having it focus on literally anybody else. Kelly is the most important person in the whole world to Connie and vice versa. Just like Carol is the most important person in the whole world to Daryl and vice versa. Angela fucking knows. Everybody does. Except the people busy building castles out of sand while the waves of Carol’s and Daryl’s converging stories keep crashing closer and closer to shore.
Such a beautiful moment given to us by Angel Theory and Lauren Ridloff. So authentic and sweet. Kelly and Connie are home to each other.
Poor Frost. That’s all I gotta say about that.
WTF, though. Was Mel just not available or what? I want to see more of the ASZ characters that I care about, not the Reapers. Like I’d be fine with the story if all the characters not named Maggie, Negan, or Daryl weren’t surviving on crumbs during it. Especially the 2nd billed actress on the entire show. Angela. Please. Fix this.
One last WTF. Seriously. WTF has Maggie done to inspire Pope’s obsession? It better be juicy after all this shit.
Overall impression of the episode--
One of my favorites of the season so far. The horror aspects were fantastic, IMHO. I truly didn’t expect to like Connie and Virgil’s scenes as much together so that was a nice surprise. She got the reunion that felt most true and earned for the character and her story and I thank Angela from the bottom of my heart for that.
I would have loved more Carol but I always want more Carol. I’m okay with her taking a backseat because ultimately? This was Kelly’s moment with her sister. Carol and Connie will eventually have their time to sit down and talk. And pick back up their blossoming friendship because I truly do not feel Connie blames Carol at all.
I do wish Lydia had been included with the girl group. Last episode felt like it was leading up to that.
The Reaper storyline continues to be the weakest link because every time we see them the dialogue and interactions feel totally recycled from the time previous. I feel like it would have totally been helped by a tighter focus and less stretching out because 8 episodes of this is really diluting what I feel like Angela and Co. are going for. I’m not here for Leah being redeemed or being a bigger focus in any of the episodes because she does nothing of interest for me. I’m just peeking in on that story for the Daryl of it all.
Speaking of the Daryl? You lovelies out there gotta stop taking that spoiler source’s recaps at face value because it’s obvious to me at least that there’ some bias at work. Every action and word coming from Daryl is coming from a place of loyalty to his family and wanting to protect them, no matter how he has to dirty his hands. Leah is just a means to his ultimate end. She’s not his future. She never was. His future’s already spoken for and 2023 can’t get here soon enough. But like Daryl, we have to just survive somehow.
Oh goodie. More Maggie and Negan next episode and looks like no real follow up on Connie and the ASZ reunions. Hopefully, this is yet another instance of the previews being deceiving but I’m not holding my breath.
Until later, lovelies.
Hope my word vomit didn’t bore you too much.
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No More - Chapter 2
Summary: Frankie has been your best friend since you were in the 2nd grade. You were each other’s first’s, he, your first love and as you’d both gotten older you always somehow fell into bed together after one too many drinks with the boys. You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up but fate has other plans for you both and events are set in motion to decide for you.
Warnings: Explicit, Unprotected sex, blood and injury, mentions of abortion, unplanned pregnancy - 18+
Pairings: Frankie/ Reader
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Benny was worried. He’d been trying to get hold of you for the last two weeks but you were ignoring all his attempts to contact you. Your car hadn’t moved since that night. He knows this as he drives past your house every day to get to and from work. The longer your radio silence goes on the more he worried he is that something more serious had been going on when you’d left that night saying you’d been unwell that week. He finally decided enough was enough and decided to stop at yours on his commute home. Parking his truck in front of yours he sprinted across the lawn and rang the bell, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for you to answer.
‘Benny?’ You say with a bemused expression plastered across your face ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I was worried about you.’ He states, taking in your haggard appearance and red-rimmed eyes ‘I’ve been trying to get hold of you for like two weeks but you’ve just ignored me.’ He pauses, trying to rein in his anger ‘What the hell is up with you?’
‘I uh...’ You think for a moment about what to say but decide there's no point in hiding it ‘I’m pregnant Ben.’ You reply and shock spreads across his face.
‘Wha- how?’
‘I uh... Had an encounter a few months back and well turns out my birth control failed and I’m pregnant.’ You explain, scrubbing a hand over your tired face.
‘Who’s the father.’
‘That doesn’t matter.’ You reply, shaking your head ‘He made it quite clear he doesn’t want kids so-‘
‘You have to tell him, babe.’ Says Benny, giving you his signature sad eye look that's almost impossible to resist ‘He at least deserves to know about the kid if you're planning on keeping it!’
You knew he was right. You had to tell Frankie but you didn’t know how to. How do you tell someone who cheated on his girlfriend with you that your birth control failed and you were now pregnant with his child... and keeping it!
What if he asks you to get rid of it?
Could you ever look at him again after that?
‘You clearly have a lot to think about so I’ll go.’ Says Benny as he gives your arm a gentle squeeze ‘Before I do. Will and I were planning on having a movie night tomorrow. Why don’t you come? Take your mind off of things for a while.’
You think about it for a moment before nodding in agreement. A movie night would be a good distraction and you’d missed Benny and Will. What harm would it do? He says his goodbyes and sprints back to his car, waving at you as he reverses onto the road and drives away and leaving you to ponder what you were going to do next. It felt good to tell someone. Get it off your chest but now you needed to plan what you were going to tell the father and when you going to do it.
~
‘She lives!.’ Says Will as he pulls you into a hug.
‘Ah, there’s my favourite lady!’ Squeals Ben.
‘Indeed.’ You chuckle as grin at him ‘Sorry for going MIA on you guys.’
‘It's cool.’ He replies, smiling sweetly ‘Benny kinda told me the sitch... You told the father yet?’
‘The father of who?’
Your stomach sinks as you turn your head to see Frankie stood there with a beer in each hand and a rather shocked expression on his face. Your mouth starts to move but your words seem to escape you. Of course, he’d be at movie night. Of course, he’s at everything the guys do.
‘Are you?’ He points at your now slightly swollen stomach and you simply nod.
‘Shit!.’ He exclaims, his eyes flying open in surprise ‘How far along?’
‘Uh- around 3 months.’ You reply as your hand settles on your small bump.
‘Wow, congrats!’ He says as he raises a beer in cheers.
It’s clear he hasn’t put two and two together. That 3 months ago you fucked each other in your kitchen. That 3 months ago he cheated on his girlfriend with you. You nod your thanks to him and head into the kitchen with Ben, smiling when he hands you a non-alcoholic beer.
‘Didn’t want you to feel left out.’ He chuckles ‘I’m sorry about Will blurting it out like that. I figured you wouldn’t have minded me telling him though.’
'It’s fine Ben.’ You say sweetly as you kiss his cheek ‘Not like I can hide it now that I look permanently bloated.’
‘I can’t believe you’re showing already.’ He says as he places one of his large hands on your small bump.
‘Is it your's Ben?’ Asks Frankie as he appears in the kitchen, the look in his eyes making you shiver.
‘No, you douche.’ He replies, punching his friend in the arm.
‘What did you and Emily decide to do in the end?’ You ask, your tone a little colder than you’d meant it to be.
‘We uh... We terminated it.’ He replies, shrugging his shoulders ‘She doesn’t want kids and I don’t either so...’ He trails off as he takes a swig of his beer ‘I never knew you wanted them, Lazo?’
Your stomach is twisting in knots at his statement but you manage to force your words out ‘Yeah.’ You reply, nodding in confirmation ‘I’ve always wanted them. This wasn’t exactly how I’d planned it but you know. Shit happens for a reason.’
‘So you told the father yet?’ Asks Benny as he gives your arm a gentle squeeze.
Your eyes flit to Frankie before returning to Ben ‘Yeah I did.’ You lie, trying to swallow past the lump in your throat ‘He wants nothing to do with it.’ You finish, venom dripping from every word.
‘Shit.’ Ben pulls you into a hug and you allow a single tear to fall ‘At least you gave him the option.’ He states and you nod, unable to say any more for fear you’ll slip up ‘You’ve got us! We’ll be the best damn uncles that kid’ll ever have.’
You smile at that before looking at Frankie who’s smiling sweetly at you and suddenly you regret lying. Perhaps you should tell him. Maybe it’ll be different because it's you. You shake the thought from your head.
Don’t be ridiculous... He loves her not you.
Movie night goes as smoothly as it can considering the circumstances. When it was over you thanked them for the distraction and then walked to your car, jumping when Frankie’s hand grabs your wrist before you can open your door.
‘Frankie wha?-.’
‘Three months ago we slept together.’ He states. His tone a little panicked.
So he had put two and two together.
‘Yes, Frankie I remember.’ You growl as you pull your wrist from his grasp ‘What’s your point?’
‘Is that my baby?’ He comes straight out with it and your mouth goes dry ‘Please tell me that’s not my baby and it’s just some random guy's that you met at a bar.’
‘What if it is yours?’ You spit, his words lighting a fire within you ‘What if it was?’
‘I... I’d want you to get rid of it.’ He replies and you slap him.
‘Good thing it isn’t then.’ You lie, opening the door and climbing into your car but as you go to close the door he stops you.
‘Are you lying to me?’ He asks, his tone panicked ‘Please Lazo be honest with me. I’d be a shit father... No kid deserves me as their dad.’
Your heart breaks a little for him as you see the genuine pain in his eyes.
‘No... I’m not lying to you.’ You surprise yourself with how easily you lie to him ‘I went out on a girls night a few days before and took a guy home with me. It’s his.’
You know that even if that were the case it would be impossible to prove without a DNA test but it seems to appease Frankie and he lets you shut your door, watching you like a wounded dog as you pull away.
~
Its been two months since that night and you’ve barely seen or spoken to Frankie since. You’d tried to keep in contact with the Millers, even having the two of them over a few times. Ben had offered to drive you to your 20-week scan and had been so excited to see the baby on the screen. It felt good to have someone there with you who was excited for you. After the two of you cooed over the ultrasound pictures over lunch, you decided to learn the sex and had been overjoyed to learn that you were having a girl, Ben joking that he would keep the guys away from her when she was older.
‘So the dad really doesn’t want anything to do with it huh?’ He asks as he takes a sip of his coffee whilst you pick at your muffin.
‘Nope.’ You reply, popping the p ‘She came out of a one night stand so you can’t really blame him.’
‘You’re gonna smash it though babe.’ He says sweetly, placing his hand over yours.
‘Thanks.’ You reply, grinning at him ‘I’m really excited now. Although my hormones are all over the place at the moment.’
‘How so?’ He asks as he tilts his head to one side.
‘I am like raging horny all the time.’ You laugh, letting out a groan ‘I just need to be fucked.’
‘You always got me.’ He says as he winks at you.
‘As hot as you are... I don’t wanna make things weird between us.’ You reply.
‘That’s fair babe.’ He replies as he grins at you ‘Come on let's get you home.’
The drive back is a little awkward after his offer to scratch your itch but as soon as he walks you to the door and hugs you goodbye it’s forgotten. You smile as you stick the ultrasound pictures to your fridge, running your fingers over the images as you allow yourself to imagine what she’s going to look like. You wonder if she’ll have your eyes or his. You hope she gets his curly hair. Your stomach twists when you think about him. What if she is the spitting image of him? You decided to busy yourself so that you could forget about him. Evening comes around and you’ve settled down to watch your favourite show when the doorbell rings. You’re surprised when you open the door and see Frankie stood there, eyes red and chest heaving.
‘Frankie, what are you doing here?’ You ask, feeling your heart breaking for him a little ‘What’s happened?’
‘Emily broke up with me.’ He states ‘I told her that I’d cheated on her. We had this stupid fight and it just sorta came out.’
‘That doesn’t explain why you’re here Frankie.’ You reply ‘We’ve not been close lately.’
‘Please...’ He begs and you know what's coming ‘I need you.’
He lunges at you, his lips smashing against yours. Initially, you try to fight it but stop when his tongue pushes itself into your mouth to dance with yours. He walks you back into your house, kicking the door shut with his foot as his hands start to roam. You curse your hormones as you feel yourself growing more and more aroused by the second, letting out a gasp when his hand slips past the waistband of your leggings to cup your sex.
‘Fuck.’ You breathe as he pushes two fingers inside of you, pumping with reckless abandon and making you cum embarrassingly fast.
He’s then lifting you into his arms and carrying you up the stairs, your lips never leaving each other's as he nudges the door to your bedroom open with his foot and lays you down on your bed. Pulling down your leggings in one swift movement, he tears your shirt off over your head as his eyes grazing over your swollen breasts and stomach before removing his own clothes.
‘Fuck you look gorgeous.’ He breathes as he settles between your legs and takes one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth as he massages the other breast with his hand.
Does Frankie have a pregnancy kink?
Your thought is interrupted by him sliding himself inside you, filling you completely and you moan embarrassingly loud. That only spurs him on and he starts to rock his hips, his pace and angle sending you hurtling towards orgasm number two. You’d known that being pregnant made you more sensitive but this was out of this world. Before you knew it you were peaking again, back arching as he continued his relentless pace. He got another three out of you before he finally found his own, collapsing on the bed beside you bonelessly as he tries to catch his breath. You both lay there in silence for a short while, the sex haze beginning to clear.
‘What happened to us?’ He asks, the question taking you by surprise ‘You’ve been my best friend since 2nd grade but now we barely see or speak to each other.’
‘You know why Frankie.’ You reply, your tone a little irritated.
‘No... no I don’t. Explain it to me.’
‘Does this ever mean anything to you?’ You question as you between the two of you, noting the confusion that fills his face ‘Or am I just a release to you?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘We’ve been fucking each other for years, Frankie. Despite trying to date people we always seem to end up in each other’s beds.’ You state, pushing yourself into a sitting position so you can look at him ‘Does it mean anything more to you or am I just a cheap fuck?’
‘I-.’ He's stumped by your question, staring at you as he thinks of what to say.
‘It’s not a hard question to answer Frankie.’ You spit, growing impatient ‘Do you have any feelings for me at all? Yes or No?’
‘It’s complicated.’ This reply makes your blood boil.
‘Complicated how?’ You growl ‘It hurts me every time we do this because I have feelings for you. I can’t keep letting you fuck your problems away with me. I’m going to be a mum Frankie. You can’t just keep turning up here and burying your dick inside me to make yourself feel better. It’s not fair on me.’
‘You have feelings for me?’ You let out an exasperated huff at his response.
‘Yes, Francisco I do.’ You grumble, running a shaky hand through your hair ‘But if you don’t want to commit to me then this needs to stop. I have others to think about now.’ You finish as you rest your hand on your swollen belly.
‘Okay.’ He replies, pushing himself out of the bed ‘This will stop the. I promise.’
This was not the response you’d hoped for but it was an option you’d given him. You nod and watch as he puts his clothes back on. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he leaves and you just lay there and wallow in your grief that Frankie will never be yours.
~
You're eight months along now and miserable. You're not able to drive anymore because your ankles are too swollen and have to rely on the boys to ferry you around. Things with Frankie have been better since that night and in a way, you feel you had closure and you’d gotten your friend back in some capacity. He’d offered to drive you to get some last-minute baby things before she arrived and you leapt at the chance, you were embarrassingly underprepared. The conversation had been easy, talking about Benny’s latest squeeze and how well things were going for Will and his girlfriend.
‘Reckon shes the one.’ He’d said when the two of you had come to a stop at the lights ‘They’ll be engaged by Christmas’ He finishes as the lights turn green and he starts to pull off.
The car comes from nowhere. The sound of metal crushing metal rings in your ears the car is pushed sideways along the road and with one final bang, everything goes black. You can hear someone called your name but they sound far away. You try to open your eyes but find they’re too heavy. Your ears right as awareness suddenly returns to you and then it all comes crashing back. Your eyes shoot open and you look to your right, eyes locking with Frankies. You study him and find that almost all of him is covered in blood but he’s awake and he’s talking to you so you take that as a positive. Pain erupts through your belly and you scream. The sound making Frankie’s blood go cold and his eyes drop down to see you cradling your bump.
‘Frankie the baby.’ You sob as the pain increases ‘My baby.’ You cry as fat tears roll down your cheeks.
He looks to see if you have any injuries and he’s relieved to find none, just a small cut on your face. He tries to keep you calm. To tell you everything’s going to be okay but he can’t. He’s losing his battle to stay conscious and he knows he’s going into shock. Relief washes over him as he hears the sirens, helps is coming. He allows himself to relax before unconsciousness takes hold and everything goes dark. All you can do is watch as he slips away, cradling your belly and praying you didn’t lose them both today. Everything is a blur then. The pain consumes you and after what feels like an eternity you're finally given relief as you slip into a painless slumber.
Benny's there when you wake up, holding your hand as you feel your awareness return to you slowly. You don’t recognise your surroundings but it's clear you’re in a hospital, you just can’t remember why.
‘How you feeling babe?’ He asks, watching as you try to blink away the brain fog.
‘What happened?’ You ask as you look at him for answers.
‘You were in an accident.’ He answers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze ‘Frankie’s car got t-boned at a set of lights. A guy jumped a red’
It all comes crashing back. The pain. Frankie covered in blood. You look down and see that your belly isn’t quite as swollen as it was and your heart-rate spikes as you start to panic.
‘Benny the baby! Where’s my baby?’
‘She’s okay.’ He replies ‘They had to perform an emergency C-Section as she was in distress but she’s okay.’ You feel yourself relax a little at that but then you remembered what he’d looked like ‘What about Frankie?’
‘He’s uh... He's in a bad way.’ He replies, his expression sad ‘He was in surgery for hours and they've had to put him in an induced coma... He’s critical.’
You can’t stop yourself from emptying the contents of your stomach over the side of the bed. Ben is at your side in a heartbeat, pressing the buzzer with one hand whilst rubbing your back with the other. A nurse quickly helps you lay down again when you're finished whilst another goes about cleaning the mess you’ve made on the floor.
‘When can I see my baby?’ You ask the nurse as she finishes up her checks on you.
‘I can get someone to take you to her.’ She replies, smiling sweetly at you.
‘And when can we see our friend?’ Benny asks ‘The one that was in the accident with her.’
‘I don’t know but I will find out for you.’ She replies, giving you both a grim nod before leaving.
A different nurse returns a few minutes later and helps you into a wheelchair before she starts to push you through the ward, Benny close behind you. You are wheeled into a room labelled NICU and are greeted by incubators dotted around the room. The incubator you stop beside is labelled with 'baby girl' and your last name, the infant inside covered with a small pink blanket. She has a tube in her nose that the nurse informs you is just for feeding and that she is really healthy for being a month early. Then you allow yourself to truly study her. Her head is covered in a thin layer of dark brown hair and her skin already has a tanned quality to it. When you look at her you see him and you can’t help the choked sob that escapes your lips.
‘What’s up?’ Asks Benny.
‘She looks like him.’ You say, not really thinking about the words that fall from your mouth.
'Who?' He crouches beside you and sees the vacant expression on your face as tears slips from the corners of your eyes 'Who does she look like?'
‘Frankie.’ You reply numbly as you stare at her.
‘How can she look like Frankie?’ He asks as his eyes flit between you and the baby.
‘Because he’s the father.’
~
Chapter 3
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sweet creature (egd)
ethan hates when he has to leave you for even a few days, so when he gets back, he has a little surprise planned
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Like hell you were gonna make another trip - you slid the last grocery bag onto your arm, ignoring how they were digging into your skin as you started your walk into the house. If anyone had watched you try to navigate your way in the door, it probably would have been quite the sight. But you succeeded, emerging into an empty kitchen, heaving the heavy bags up onto the counter.
Usually, you’d yell down the hall, summon the boys to help you unpack. But it would be futile - no one was home. Not even Sterling was around - the three of them were off on Wakeheart business, at the factory in Arizona where everything was actually produced so they could approve all the candle production.
You’d gotten a few pictures from the trip - bright colorful sunsets, Grayson and Sterling smiling from across the table at breakfast. But your favorites were the stupid little selfies he kept sending. Your phone buzzed in your pocket as if on cue.
Another snapchat from Ethan, this time of him with a metal straw trapped between his teeth and big smile on his face. Adorable, as always.
cold brew mood. miss you x was the caption that flitted across the screen. You screenshotted it just in time. The next buzz was a text from him.
:(
why you screenshot
cause you looked cute
send me one back, I miss you
You rolled your eyes at that, deciding to make him wait for a minute while you started to put the groceries away. You’d only unpacked two bags before your phone buzzed again.
hey
show me ur face
omg gimme a minute 😂
im putting away the obscene amount of oat milk I just bought
DID THEY HAVE THE GOOD KIND
yep. bought three cartons
holy shit I love you
gray says he loves you too
but I love you more
You sent him a quick snapchat to appease him, unsurprised when you got the notification that he’d screenshotted it. He always got like this when he was away - even more clingy than usual, constantly wanting to communicate with you somehow. You had to admit, you loved the idea that you were always on his mind when he wasn’t with you, even if it did mean you felt like you were constantly on your phone.
what else are you doing today?
idk might lay out by the pool for a while
without me? 😔
you should go shopping
You frowned at your phone, looking at the few boxes of pasta you had left to put away before you typed back with a huff.
I literally just got back from the grocery what do u mean
not that kind of shopping
fun shopping. like for clothes
The thought was tempting - with everything going on, you hadn’t gotten anything new in months. To be fair though, you hadn’t really needed anything new - you were just hanging around the house anyways.
do you want me to go so I’ll stop wearing all your clothes
yes
kidding baby you know I don’t care. but you should get some new stuff, you deserve it! just use my card
I hate using your card
It wasn’t a lie. Ethan had gotten you a credit card linked to his personal account for emergencies almost six months ago, and you’d only used it a handful of times when he insisted. You never wanted him to ever think that you cared about him for his money.
I’d be buying whatever you find if I was there, it’s the same thing
You grinned to yourself, plan already hatching. He didn’t say what you had to buy. You’d just get something small - a pack of socks, or a basic tee - with his card, and pay for the rest of it yourself.
alright alright, fine
But his next text had you rolling your eyes. He knew you too well.
and you have buy real clothes. like at least one dress
Even though he wasn’t there to see it, your eyes squinted in accusation.
why a dress?
you’re being sus what’s this about
you’re so stubborn holy shit. I was gonna buy you dresses for the harry concert so I want you to pick some out for yourself
Damn. You’d almost forgotten that the concert was supposed to be that night. Ethan had bought the two of you tickets back when they went on presale, using his connections to get the two of you amazing seats. E had been almost as bummed as you when it got postponed, disappointed that the night he’d had planned for you had fallen through.
it got rescheduled to august baby, we can go shopping then!
i’m impatient
omg really? I had no idea
just go buy some dresses and send me pictures. we’re back at the factory, gotta go. I love you!
love you too!
Knowing that if you sat down you probably wouldn’t get back up, you turned back to the door with a sigh, grabbing your keys and wallet from where you’d just stowed them, heading back out to the car.
You climbed into Ethan’s Tesla, hitting your preset button on the door so the seat moved forward to where you could reach the pedals. He always insisted you take his car if he couldn’t drive you, always wanting you to be the safest you could be. It was still a bit intimidating to drive something so expensive, but you did it anyways, heading to the mall that housed most of your favorite stores with your mask on.
It turned out to be one of those days where nothing caught your eye. You really looked, scoured through the racks, hoping to find anything that looked remotely appealing or like your style. You even tried on a few that you had hopes for, but they were a bust.
Feeling defeated you stopped for a while and got some coffee, sitting and people watching as everyone passed in their masks. Your eyes wandered to another store, one you rarely went into - it catered to your style perfectly, but everything was far out of your price range.
But looking couldn’t hurt. Right?
That backfired as soon as you walked in, smelled that perfect fragrance that seemed to dust all the soft fabrics in the place.
Before you knew what you’d done, you had so many options thrown over your arm that it was starting to ache.
You stopped looking, headed to a dressing room to try and narrow down your search. Some of them were automatic no’s, the cut not flattering or the color clashing with the undertones in your skin.
But there were three winners - a tight green one that hugged your curves, a casual denim overall number that would look adorable with the right shirt, and a blue sundress that tied into a bow at the back, the fabric brushing your upper thighs.
You snapped pictures in each one, knowing Ethan would help you decide. Your bet was on the green one - he was a man, after all. But his response just made you roll your eyes.
you look hot as fuck
buy all three
no
yes
they’re expensive
I didn’t ask how much they cost. You like them all. therefore, you buy them all
it’s simple really
ethan
y/n
just tell me which one is your favorite please
if you don’t buy all three i’m just gonna go back and buy them for you later
or I’ll order them and have them shipped to the house
stop
getting online now 😌
stop it
placing an order 😌 😌
ethan grant
last chance
fine
im sticking my tongue out at you. you can’t see it but I am
ouch, im hurt
are you headed home after you buy them?
well I’m sure as hell not spending anymore money, so yeah. why?
just wondering where my girl’s gonna be. drive safe. you took the tesla right?
of course I did.
good. hurry home. but don’t hurry too much. safety first
You quirked an eyebrow at the last text - he was being so odd. He’d only been gone for two days, usually it wasn’t this bad for him. Who knew what he’d be like tomorrow before he got home.
Changing back into your clothes in a hurry, you put your rejects out on the return rack and carried your three choices to the register, trying not to listen to the total before you put Ethan’s card in the reader.
You left the mall swiftly after that, trying to ignore the eyes on you. In reality, no one was probably looking at you, but you felt like everyone was staring as you carried your expensive bag and got in a fucking tesla. You never understood how Gray and E could walk around with such expensive things and not be fazed in the slightest.
The drive home took longer than you would have liked considering the traffic you got caught in, but you just turned your music up, humming along as you crawled down the road towards your exit. When you finally got there you let the tesla take over, pulling you off the interstate and starting down the smaller roads that led to the house.
Your first clue was when the song changed. At first you didn’t think much of it - you had every Harry song saved to your library, it wasn’t unusual for one to come up.
But then, one verse into Fine Line, it skipped, the intro of Two Ghosts starting. 30 seconds later? Falling started to play through the car.
“What the fuck?” You muttered, quickly switching off autopilot, afraid that the car may be glitching. It was only a few more minutes until you got to the house, and in that time the song switched again twice, all Harry songs.
When you pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, your phone buzzed with your second clue.
welcome home baby
omg are you watching the cameras? that’s creepy as fuck
also the tesla just got super weird but I swear I didn’t fuck up your car
just come inside
You obliged, grabbing your bag and heading into the house.
Clue number three was that the pasta boxes you’d left on the counter were gone, put away no doubt on the shelf that you couldn’t reach. You froze.
Someone was in the house.
You only had a moment to be scared before Ethan appeared around the corner, your favorite grin adorning his face.
“Boo.”
You dropped the bag, running the few steps it took to get to him before you threw your arms around him, breathing him in as he hugged you to him tightly.
“You guys weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow!”
“Caught an early flight so I could surprise my girl. Gray and Ster are still in Arizona.” He leaned back so you could look at him, shrugging as if it was no big deal that he’d cut his trip short just to come home to see you.
“Didn’t you have stuff you needed to do?”
“No, we knocked it out today.”
“Then why didn’t Grayson come ba-”
His lips were on yours then, catching your words as he kissed you hard, a hand coming up to your cheek, thumb running over your cheekbone. “Are you gonna keep asking me questions, or are you gonna let me actually surprise you.”
“There’s more?” The butterflies that only he could bring fluttered in your stomach, and you bit your lip, looking up at him. He leaned down past you, reaching for the bag you’d dropped, placing it back in your hands.
“Maybe. Go put on one of your new dresses, then come out back.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he let go. “Hurry.”
“Okay!” You were practically giddy as you hurried back to Ethan’s room, laying the dresses out on the comforter and trying to decide on one. It took a few minutes, a few switches of holding them up to you in the mirror before you settled on the blue sundress, situating the big sewed bow in the middle of your back. It had a built in bra that was surprisingly comfortable, making it the easiest choice.
Shoving your dresses back in the bag, you didn’t even bother with shoes. You just headed straight for the backyard - but you froze in the living room, taking in the sight through the doors.
The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky a baby purple, the clouds a pop of pink as they floated, scattered around. The city was starting to light up below you, and the moon hung high above it. But your eyes were on something - someone - entirely different.
Ethan was standing in the grass, wearing one of his nice pairs of shorts and a short sleeve patterned button down - you hadn’t even noticed his outfit earlier, you’d been too excited to see him. He was holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands, the petals bright yellow even in the dim light.
He caught sight of you through the glass and immediately hid the flowers behind his back as he stood up straight and smiled like a guy coming to the front door to pick you up for prom.
You pulled the door open, stepping out into the cool California air. It felt almost cold against your flushed cheeks as Ethan looked you up and down, letting out a low whistle.
You just laughed, stopping a few steps in front of him and waiting for whatever he had planned.
He whipped the flowers around with a grin, holding them out for you with one hand, leaving his other arm tucked behind him. “Happy concert night!”
What you didn’t see was the remote in his other hand. He clicked it with his thumb, and the whole back yard lit up. There were twinkling christmas lights lining the roof and wrapping around the tree to the side of the house. He’d brought out Grayson’s projector and pointed it at a white sheet he’d hung up - you watched it for a moment, laughing when you realized it was projecting a slideshow of the pictures you two had taken together over the last year. And finally, you noticed the speakers had turned on, starting to play one of your favorite songs. Sweet Creature.
“E-”
“I know it got rescheduled, and we’ll have so much fun when we go. But, I still wanted to make tonight special. So, it’s kinda just date night, but... Harry Styles edition?”
Closing the gap with a few steps you threw your arms around his neck, flowers and all, so you could kiss him.
“I love you so much,” were the only words you could find, and you hoped he knew how much you truly meant them.
“Love me enough to dance with me?”
You froze at that - you weren’t much of a slow dancer, and Ethan had even less experience than you did. But the thought of staying so close to him made your heart flutter, so you nodded, letting go for a moment so you could sit the flowers down safely in the grass.
He pulled you back into his arms, hands settling on your waist as yours went around his neck. His fingertips ghosted over the bare skin on your back below the bow, sending shivers up your spine.
It didn’t matter that Sweet Creature was a tiny bit fast for a slow dance - the two of you weren’t doing more than swaying back and forth anyways, foreheads touching, totally lost in each other.
He spun you a few times, even throwing in a little dip that made you both laugh before he kissed you, leaving you a bit breathless when he pulled you back up to standing.
“You bring me home,” he sang, slightly off pitch and so quiet you could barely hear, but it was so sweet that it even brought a few tears to your eyes. You blinked them away so you could see his face as you both smiled.
The energy picked up a bit as the songs continued to shuffle, Carolina coming on next. You both jumped around hand in hand, looking like total idiots you were sure, stomachs sore from laughing at and with each other by the end. You paused a few times throughout the next songs to watch the slideshow, laughing at some of the pictures he’d chosen, remembering the stories behind them.
When Sunflower came on, Ethan opened his arms again for a dance and you quirked an eyebrow.
“You know, Mr. Styles doesn’t have as many romantic songs as I thought he did. This one’s not bad though,” Ethan mumbled as the two of you swayed back and forth quickly, spinning around and around.
“This song isn’t even romantic, it’s about him missing his ex,” you explained.
“You analyzed those lyrics hard huh.”
“Oh don’t act like you haven’t dissected every Cudi song five times over.” You squinted your eyes at him in accusation and he just laughed.
“Touché, touché. Maybe the sunflowers weren’t the best Harry related gesture then huh.”
“I still think they’re beautiful,” you reassured him.
“Thought it would kinda be weird to give you a watermelon. Though, I guess that would have sent a much clearer message.”
The mischief in his eyes told you he knew exactly what that song was about.
“A little on the nose, don’t yah think?” You scrunched up your nose at him as if to prove your point. He reached out for your hand and you laced your fingers with his.
“Never.”
And then he was walking, half pulling half guiding you back into the house, through the glass doors, down the hallway, into the bedroom. Your skin was hot, partially from the change in temperature, partially from the hands that were wandering over your skin as soon as the door was closed.
Ethan’s hands traced down your arms, fingertips over skin, then over fabric when he got to your waist, further down to your thighs and then you were gasping as he found his way under your skirt. His hands spread out, large and commanding over your ass, resting there for a moment, squeezing before he moved north, fingers hooking into your panties, guiding them down until they fell off and you could step out of them.
Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt, blindly undoing them as he kissed you. You found yourself pausing, hands tracing over the new yet familiar skin that revealed itself with each one you managed to loosen until finally, finally it was open and you could push it off his shoulders.
His hand found the bow, roughly starting to tug until you reached back and caught him.
“Baby don’t pull. It’s sewed, it doesn’t come undone,” you cautioned, barely pulling back, unwilling to put any space between the two of you.
“Stupid,” he grumbled, pouting a bit until he realized that he could pull the fabric off your shoulders, freeing your chest. He hummed a bit in satisfaction, hands moving to squeeze your tits, and then he was kissing them, sinking lower, lower until his knees hit the floor.
“Oh fuck,” you squeaked, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
Ethan looked up at you from his knees with a teasing grin and a quirked eyebrow, waiting for your permission. You nodded, trying to breathe as his hands ghosted up your thighs, up to your hips.
And then he ducked his head so he could get under the fabric of your skirt, ready to get to work.
Your knees buckled as soon as you felt him, tongue warm and flat against you. One of his hands came down, tracing over your skin until he got to your calf, lifting it just barely and pushing it out to widen your stance.
You whimpered as he sped up, his satisfied hums adding to the sensation in a way that had your legs starting to shake already. Your hands dropped to his head, and you pushed the fabric off the top of it so you could get to his hair, tugging. It just made him go harder, burying himself deeper. You folded forward, bracing on his shoulders, overwhelmed as you alternated holding you breathe and gasping for air, squirming.
“E, Ethan stop, my legs are gonna give out, wait,” you gasped, pulling on his hair.
He paused, ducking out from under your dress and smiling up at you, lips swollen and pride booming.
“That’s the best compliment you’ve ever given me I think. But I’m not done yet, lay down.”
You did as he said, turning around and climbing onto the middle of the bed before collapsing onto your back, rolling over and looking for him. Ethan was one second behind you, crawling above you to hover over you then duck down to kiss you hard yet somehow sweet at the same time.
It was instinct to reach down to his waist, let your fingers ghost over his waistband, tuck underneath it in a blind search. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when you wrapped your fingers around the tip. He shook his head at you, making you pout.
“Tonights about you, not me.”
“But I want to.”
“Raincheck. Best fucking raincheck ever, but raincheck. Just lemme take care of you.”
He kisses you until you forget your argument - you’re putty in his hands as his lips trail back down. He pushes all the fabric of your dress together so it’s just a band around your tummy and then he picked up where he left off.
“Fuck E, just like that, oh god.” You were squirming again in a matter of moments, his stubble rough against your thighs as he worked you over. He felt your body tense up under his hold, smiling as he gave it all he had, giving that extra little push that sent you tumbling, clenching, writhing over the edge.
He peppered kisses to your thighs as you caught your breath, and then he reached up, fists closing around all the fabric of your dress.
“Lift your hips up,” he instructed, waiting for you to bridge up so he could wiggle the dress off over your hips. He tossed it towards the closet, moving back up towards your face, bed dipping down with his weight.
“No fair,” you pouted, reaching down to tug at his shorts and boxers.
“And I’m the impatient one.”
He stood back up off the bed, quickly shoving down the clothing he had left and stepping out of it.
“Much better.” You grinned wide when you saw he was blushing at your words. “C’mere.”
He happily listened, crawling back above you and dropping a bit of his weight down as he sunk to his forearms.
“So missionary is the way to your heart huh? So vanilla.” He bumped his nose against yours.
“You have a pretty face, sue me,” you laughed, bringing your hands up to his neck and pulling him down for a kiss as he dropped his hips, searching for just a moment before he pushed inside.
You’d lost count of how many times the two of you had been just like this, intertwined and enthralled with each other, but you knew you’d never get tired of it as long as you lived.
“I love you.” It came out as a breath when he bottomed out, his lips resting on your shoulder, back curled up at an angle that let you feel every muscle, every ridge of his body.
“I love you. You’re my dream, you know that?” He started to rock his hips, unwilling to go too far from you as you clung to his back, relishing in the feeling of him on you, in you, all around you.
This would always be your favorite way to be with him - sweet and soft, just your bodies together, nothing else. You couldn’t think of anything better.
He shifted just barely, thrusting in at a different angle. You knew he was searching, and you gasped when he brushed against your g spot, your whole body shuddering.
“There she is,” he whispered, a prideful grin on his face as he hit it over and over. Watching you come undone below him would always be one of his favorite views. “Look at me baby, I wanna see you.”
You did your best in your blissed out state to listen to him, turning your head from where it had fallen against the pillow to look at him while he picked up pace. Your legs curled around his back, holding him to you, urging him as deep as he could go as you chased the orgasm that was building in your gut.
He stared at you for a few moments, and then as if he couldn’t help it he ducked down to kiss you, open mouthed and rough as he pulled his hips back, thrusting forward with more force than he’d used yet.
“Oh fuck Ethan, fuck,” you moaned, holding onto him for dear life. When he snaked one hand between the two of you to find your clit, you were done for.
His breath caught in his throat as you clenched around him and you heard the whimpers through your cloudy haze, mixtures of pleasure and your name as he came undone, hip stuttering and then stopping when he finally hit his high.
Once he’s caught his breath he rolls the both of you over so you’re resting on his chest, listening to his heart rate settle back down under your ear.
“I’m so glad you came home early,” you sighed, hugging his bare torso as he chuckled.
“Me too baby. Me too.”
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