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raleigh-ocean · 4 years

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if i go, i'm goin' (your love will take me there) | nora montgomery x dara ann lynch x billie dean howard

summary: not even in a hundred years, a love like Dara’s was ever seen, but those lucky enough to be the receiving end of it knew how much pureness and sincerity it held. Some of those wished, however, to have been the only end to receive that love but still they found their true home right in between her arms. And maybe in another time, another life, Dara’s love would have been all Nora’s. However, as Nora felt fuller yet lighter in the living room of her home for the past one hundred years…she found herself wishing for Billie to keep taking care of their greatest love.

words: 14,759

n/a: this is going to hurt so fucking bad, I’m already crying. The story is divided in two almost individual parts connected in the middle. It will tell the extents of Dara and Billie’s love in the beginning…and then switch to the love that was meant to be.This doesn’t mean I won’t keep writing for Nora and Dara or including Nora in other stories, but those would probably be pre-2020/2021 most of the time! I hope y'all enjoy this one, because I did a lot of research and…well, NoraDara owns my heart fully for the rest of my life.

n/a 2.0: Also, analyzing how Billie and Dara’s relationships are, we (Vivi and I) found that there were similarities between BillieAudrey and NoraDara as separate units, and since I did explore the former first a few times already, it’s time for the latter to come alive (pun intended).

n/a 3.0: I’ll be taking a break from writing for a while, so this is the last long thing I’ll be posting. I hope y’all enjoy it.

[23:35] How-t Stuff: I miss you :(

[23:38] How-t Stuff: Annie, I see you in your phone from the living :((

Dara only chuckled silently at that, amused because she could actually see Billie in the couch typing in her phone. It was one of the perks of living in a tiny apartment, even if they were separated, they could see each other from the other room just by open a door. Damien was already asleep, hugging her from behind, so she couldn’t do much sound in case she woke up.

It was easy to type a ‘hang in there honey’ and close her eyes, feeling how her headache was getting better after being able to down some food and having some painkillers along with muscle relaxant for her leg. The only thing she didn’t like, however, was feeling herself uneasy because medicines usually messed up with her body and her perception.

[23:46] How-t Stuff: This couch is so uncomfortable...why do we still have it???

[23:48] How-t Stuff: Also I found your fancy lighter in between the cushions :)

[23:50] How-t Stuff: also found your purple thong oops

She really wanted to go to sleep, but having Billie trying to be...cute? was really something else. But Dara was already falling asleep, and with only one eye open she texted her back a ‘you’ve been saying the same fr 6y, r u planning on sleepin there much’ and ‘sTOP hIDINg my underwear in places you forGet’ before switching her phone to night mode and hiding it under Billie’s pillow. Of course she was sleeping in Billie’s side and maybe she was wearing one of her pyjamas, she also missed her, but she kinda deserved it.

The memory came back to her, making Dara feel dizzy and she closed harder her eyes, trying to get it out. She wasn’t in the mood of thinking about Audrey or Danielle for that matter, even when both had kinda been the reason Billie was sleeping in the couch and she had her teen niece pressed against her back, sleeping soundly like a baby koala. Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t hate any of them, in fact Dara was pretty sure she didn’t hate anyone ever in her life...not even the poor devil that assaulted her and scarred her as a teen...

[01:50] How-t Stuff: Uhm...love, beige or sky blue?

[02:10] How-t Stuff: nvm, black is prettier

[02:30] How-t Stuff has sent an image.

[02:32] How-t Stuff: we have new couch wohoo!

[03:32] How-t Stuff: i love you my dalfoddil

When Dara opened her eyes, she felt her head all clogged but at least her body didn’t hurt that bad or at all. Damien was now cuddling herself in her side of the bed, heavily asleep, so with care she tried to stand up to go get a glass of water. Her phone forgotten under the pillow, her hands went to retrieve her cane from where it was resting immediately. Oh, she wasn’t so confident today about walking, so even when she had support with one hand she still made her way slowly.

Rubbing off the sleep from her eyes, Dara looked first to where her wife had slept just to find an empty spot. But soon the toaster going off made her notice Billie, facing the kitchen counter, trying to do something in the stove. She truly looked disheveled, more than usual upon waking up, and a soft pang of guilt rang through Dara's body.

"Are you making tea?" when Billie turned around, Dara was leaning on her cane and looking shyly at her, which made her change her whole wrecked expression to one much softer.

"And toasts, I remembered your mother gave us blackberry jam not long ago and I thought, hell, why not?" she laughed a bit nervously before leaning in the counter to wait for the water to start to boil in the little old pot that's been around since day one. "Is the kid up?"

Dara shook her head slightly and then went to Billie in automatic, pressing her lips together in a chaste kiss meant to be longer than that, but the older medium complied with a soft grin. She already knew this little start of the day meant the world to her wife so Billie wasn't that worried about the 'couch arrest'. However they couldn't say much more because a sleepy Damien made her way to where her aunts were, getting breakfast done, and they were moved to another rhythm of life.

It was easy for Dara to shift in between being her private persona and the one she usually presented to her family, and Billie noticed that right away. When they were at home, the two of them alone, her shoulders relaxed more and the everlasting smile dropped for a slight smirk that accompanied her tired eyes. It was a homie view, yet it made Billie’s heart roar with an overprotectiveness that was familiar at this point of her life. Mostly because yesterday was the first time in a while that she realized how tired her wife was, mostly because if there was something she hated with her dear life was to watch Dara like that and notice too late to fix it.

Breakfast moved in another light for sure, Billie still getting used to the presence of Dara’s nieces and nephews. Damien, as much as she had her doubts about her and resented her for the time being, was very polite and it showed how Danielle’s antics had rubbed off in her daughter. Billie still didn’t know the whole story with Dara’s twin cousins, but maybe it was time to start digging in what was unknown waters for so long.

But then, Dara did something that surprised Billie a lot to be honest.

“Not even when Eva pulled almost the same crap to Deirdre’s new husband I let it slip, so missy,” Dara started to say, holding the cup of tea to her lips to take a sip without caring it was still pretty much hot. “Why did you do that? Were you out of your damn mind?”

“I only...I don’t know auntie,” Damien’s voice was really tiny again and Billie put down her toast, her appetite dropping. “At first it was...fun, I guess? But then I just got too into it and after dad...well, I guess I didn’t want her to suffer...but I was stupid and hurt mamon and Audrey because of it, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you truly were and are,” Dara pulled back her hair with a hand, letting out a tired sigh. Billie still was pretty much blind to who the father of this kid was or why he wasn’t around. “Audrey is totally not like your father, I can assure you that being a hundred percent sure, and I get that you want to protect your mother but you should give her some credit dear,” her voice was calm but the way she was tapping with her free hand the counter, after too many years, it told she was in need of a cigarette. “She knows how to protect herself very well, she knows how to protect you very well. Do you think she would have let Audrey come into your lives if she wasn’t sure of it, mhm?”

And at that, not even Billie had the guts to say something, seeing how Dara was still very serious even when her voice was in her always calm tone. She had that ability, to remain calm despite of everything, and after being together for a decade already she could easily pick up that she inherited that capacity from her mother. Dara’s mom was able to handle all of them with a mere look or a few words, even Billie, and that was quite scary. Damien looked down to her cup of tea and she shook her head briefly, making Dara to click her tongue.

“Exactly,” she finished her tea and stood up, taking a moment too long to actually move that made Billie worry, to go get something from one of the cupboards. “Now I hope you learn something from this. Don’t make it harder for your mother, you hear me? If something’s wrong, tell her, and if you don’t want to then call me...or did you replaced me as your favourite aunt? I knew Danna was right around the corner to take my crown.”

It was then when Billie worried more, not because Damien quickly went to deny that and made Dara fake she was affected so she would hug her, but because she caught this strange shadow hovering over her wife. Usually it wasn’t like that, her white light giving some kind of protection even from herself, but as Billie tried to finish her breakfast in silence she took her time to try and discern what Dara was feeling at the moment.

As they kept moving through the morning, taking in count it was early and Danielle and Audrey didn’t call yet, Billie thought it was always hard to actually feel what her wife was feeling. She was good at reading people, something she was proud of indeed, but Dara presented her as a challenge.

However, after two hours Billie just gave up for the time being. She would have to wait until they were alone again in the quietness of their home to directly ask, maybe over some take out from that place her wife loved so much. But when Danielle and Audrey finally showed up in their door, both way more relaxed and apparently happier, something came back to Billie’s mind. As they were exchanging some words with the other couple, Billie remembered how Dara had defended Audrey in such effortless way that surprised her and, by the time their home was only them again (plans for lunch already arranged four hours later), she felt it was the right time to ask.

Overnight, alone cuddling one of Dara’s cushions in their old couch, she kept replying the events of the day in a very vivid way. Billie knew she had no right to yell at Dara, even when she was really angry with the situation, but the way she was handling things felt off putting to her for some reason. And that’s why she was surprised when Dara kinda defended Audrey, because at the time in her furious mind she truly thought her wife hated her best friend. Well, hate was a strong word, but more like...like she was putting up with Audrey at this point just because of her.

“Baby?” Billie felt a strange strangled sensation when she called out for Dara, who was making her way back to their bedroom to pick up her phone. “Can I ask you something?” Dara stopped and looked back at her, curiosity peeking out from her eyes, tilting her head in that innocent way she always had to let her know she had her full attention. “Do you...do you like Audrey?”

It was then that the silence hit Billie like a wall made of ice.

She saw how Dara squinted her eyes a bit, trying to discern what her wife was talking about, her mouth a bit agape while the silence settled in between them. But what made Billie take a step back, was how Dara moved her jaw to the left a bit before closing her mouth and biting her lower lip while considering her next words. Billie didn’t want to push, but now she was feeling how the coldness of the room was getting more intense as her wife’s feelings finally reached her. Having her cane tightly gripped in her dominant hand, Dara sighed really deep this time as the shadow floating over her grew.

“Are you serious, Billie?” Billie doubted for a second if she ever heard Dara’s voice sounding like that. “Really, I want to know if you’re pulling my leg or not.”

“Yes, I’m being serious,” oh Billie regretted that as soon as it left her mouth, but a tiny bit of the annoyance of yesterday was starting to show up for some reason. “Sometimes it feels you put up with her just because of me, Ann-”

“Don’t you dare ‘Annie’ at me right now,” Billie saw the shadow closing around Dara and then her eyes locked with hers, shining with the anger she was feeling and making her not notice the panic laced in her voice. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

When those words left her mouth, Dara felt her whole world was crumbling faster than she thought it would. As if the massive earthquake she was holding up finally managed to open the crack that it took Dara five years to close, making all the pent up things start to flood the last bits of calmness she had. She felt breathless right away, and so fucking tired that she had to close her eyes and rub her temple with her free hand.

“I love you for over a million, billion, things Billie, but before you open your mouth to say something so...genuinely stupid, stop for a second and think about it once or twice,” Dara opened her eyes, looking at how taken aback was her wife, but in that moment she didn’t care. “Think about how we’ve been together for the last ten years and think about how I am around people I don’t like,” she felt her heart hammering in her chest and her whole body aching for the outburst. “Do you think I would’ve ever let her come into our lives if I didn’t like her, ah?” the question resonated through the silent living room in a weird uneasy way. “Do you ever think I would’ve let her go down on you or me if I didn’t?” a nervous laugh broke free from her chest at that, the hand that wasn’t in her cane going to put a lock of hair behind her ear. “Do you ever think that, if I didn’t like her, I would had gone yesterday night with you to help her? If I didn’t like her a single damned bit, do you think we would be here in this exact fucking moment having this fucking conversation?”

The room was feeling too hot for Dara at that moment, feeling her heart beating loudly in the back of her head and in her throat, making her feel she was about to burst into tears if she kept talking. Billie was pale, standing there in such weird silence, but any drop of self control she had was damned by now and Dara could see it because the hand that Billie wasn’t using to support herself in the counter was trembling a bit.

“I do get that what she went through was horrible and traumatic, I get that she’s your best friend and you love her a lot...” she truly felt like she was pushing the words out of her tired mind, all the tears she was holding back. “...but I was there for her too, many, many times. Most of them when you were away and she came home looking for you. If I didn’t like her, I would have shushed her the fuck away but I didn’t. So don’t ask me again if I like her, because it’s one of the most unfair things you ever did to me,” and through all the red that Dara was seeing in the moment, she managed to see how Billie was approaching her which only made her tears to push harder. “Do I like her? Of course I do, for God’s sake. I still have a heart inside, luckily, as much as y’all seem to forget,” and when she chuckled darkly, her tears finally started to run down her cheeks, as if they were burning their way down. “So there you have your fucking answer, are you happy?”

Dara felt like something finally broke inside her, gripping with both hands her cane to not fall to the ground when she felt her knees grow weak. And it hurt so bad? it burnt and it made her feel like there’s not enough air in the house for her to breath. She was truly tired at this point of her life, tired of the rest not being able to see she was breaking too under the weight of all the things happening. She didn’t considered herself as someone jealous, she really wasn’t, but many times Dara had felt that Billie chose Audrey over her.

After all what she had done for the actress, all the sleepless nights, all the comfort words, all the tiny little pieces of her that she left for Audrey to take in order to heal; that Billie decided to ask her that as if she wasn’t right by her side doing it...well, it started to hurt more than she could handle. Dara was always so sure of Billie’s love for her, waited for her to finally say that she loved her back, waited for her to finally be comfortable around her...but sometimes, behind all that confidence Dara had, a tiny bit of doubt had started to grow in its own corner.

A corner that got bigger when Billie stopped dead in her tracks again, not getting to reach her.

Billie didn't stop, however, because she didn't want to reach Dara. In fact, her whole body wanted to be wrapped around the trembling figure of her wife, sobbing in such heartbreaking way, to provide her of all the endless love she had for her...but she couldn't deny that hearing the truth being spitted out of her beautiful lips had left her speechless.

She was used to let her thoughts flow freely, most of the time taking advantage of being able to sense other emotions, to be blunt and also stating them flatly without much trouble. But sometimes, the times where people weren't taken aback due to her usual brassiness, Billie found herself saying things people wasn't expecting to ever deal with or were remotely prepared to do so. In this case, Dara wasn't ready at all to receive that question, and Billie visibly could tell but...well, she decide to push her in that direction anyway and now not only she was speechless but she felt devastated.

Devastated because the person she cared the most in this world was breaking in front of her, showing how small and fragile was in reality. Devastated because she created the situation; devastated because the only thing she did was to finally close the gap separating them to take Dara's hands in her own, making the cane fall to the ground with a muffled sound upon hitting the slim carpet of the living room. Her chest tightened when her wife still didn't move, crying her eyes out in between quiet sobs that resonated through her whole body, and she felt even worse because she wasn't brave enough to look at her directly, focusing in their hands instead.

"I'm sorry," the air in her lungs hurt like Hell itself when Billie managed to say something, Dara squeezing her hands in response. "I'm sorry I asked that, I...I didn't...please love..." please, let me fix this, tell me, help me.

"No, I'm the one being sorry for taking this all out on you," and Billie's heart hurt even more when she caught the defeat showing in Dara's eyes when she looked briefly at her, darkly chuckling again when she raised her arm to dry her tears with her sleeve without breaking the contact, her face scrunching ever so softly to try stop her tears. "I really shouldn't have…"

"No, hey, don't do that," panic overflown all over Billie, her hands now cuping Dara's face to have her closer, thumbs wiping hot tears and palms feeling the heat in her cheeks. She was able to finally look into her eyes, at least when her wife wasn't pressing her eyelids together harder to stop crying. "You have nothing to be sorry about, you were in your right to call my bullshit out."

"It's just...why did you ask me that Billie? I don't understand," Dara sniffed, trying to steady her voice but making her next sob to come out as a strangled whine. "Four years being with Audrey before we married and now you ask me if I like her? Really?"

It's then when Billie pulled her wife close, hiding her head in the hollow of her neck even when her wife was a few inches taller than her and pressing her lips to the crown of her head to hide the giant knot she had herself in her throat. Billie wasn't ready to admit the next answer, but because she wasn't ready it was what she needed to say in order to make things even. Billie's chest felt tight and it hurt so bad right now that she was holding Dara so close? Feeling her trembling and sobbing and grasping to her sweater - Dara's, because Billie stole it six years ago from her old closet at Dara's parents' and to this day it's her go-to comfort clothes when she’s at home - as if she was the only thing she needed to be there in that moment.

"I know… I only asked because…" she couldn't help but gulp in order to continue and her hand went to brush Dara's hair out of her face. "...because if you didn't like her, I'd have try to see her less.'

Billie was scared of what it came out of her mouth, and also because she could only hear her heart hammering against her ribcage along Dara's sobs in her neck. She felt the wetness of her tears in her skin, starting to get a bit sticky because they were drying slowly, but she didn't mind at all, too worried in securing her wife between her arms and starting to caress her arm and cheek with care. Her thumb was trying to both caress her warm skin and wipe the non-stop flow of tears, and Billie thought that’s what was actually helping Dara to start to calm down.

"Even if I did, I couldn't do that to you Bills," the whispered statement, Dara's lips so close to her pulse point that she felt how they moved and brushed ever so soft there, made Billie feel like all the fear she was holding in her chest disappeared. "I know how much you love her, how important is for you...and you know that I'm not a heartless bitch."

Even when is a joke that she usually resorts to, Billie still didn't like when Dara called herself those kind of things.

"But if you wanted me to, I would have done it," Billie felt her chest less tight for sure but she needed to get this out of her already because Dara deserved to hear it. "I would do anything for you because you are the most important person in my life, Annie, and that's a rock fact."

The tiny joke at the end made Dara chuckle cutely - and God that it felt good hearing her do that even with the runny nose and the cough that followed -, only because it was a recurring pun she used and Billie did it out of habit at times too, before she finally used her arms to wrap Billie in them by her waist and press it against her body, getting comfortable in the hug they pulled each other into. At that, Billie finally noticed how the shadow let go of her wife and it was like everything was getting back to usual little by little.

It felt even better when Dara finally stopped hiding in her neck, without pulling away from the hug, and shook her head while closing her redden eyes from crying. But for some reason she didn't look that tired anymore, her features growing softer each second that it passed. Billie grew softer too and brought up her sleeve, after pulling it a bit with her fingers, so she could clean better Dara's face with care. When she opened her eyes, Billie knew her girl was getting back to her slowly but surely, and she shook her head even more slow.

"I love you Bills, and I love her, like her too...I won't ever make you leave behind your best friend," there's only love in her eyes, mixed with that warmth that always cling in Billie's bones in such comforting way that the only thing she could do is to fold her hands in the small of Dara's back and start rubbing tiny circles with her thumbs there. "So no more of that, okay…?"

The right thing for Billie to do in that moment was nodding in agreement, before leaning in to capture her wife's lips with hers in one of those slow kisses they both were suckers for. It felt like Heaven brought to Earth only for Billie to enjoy and drown in it. A bit salty maybe because of the spilled tears, but it soon felt sweet. Being so close made Billie to start pepper many more kisses all over Dara's face, always a bit slower as the woman she loved started to relax and melt in her arms.

"I love you Annie," she whispered after placing a kiss in that soft spot Dara had under her ear before moving to kiss her lips once again. "I love you," now it felt so natural to say it, mumbled against a new kiss and taking as a reward another cute giggle from her wife. "Can I take you to bed or I'm still on couch arrest…?"

Oh to hear Dara's little laugh after another kiss was an absolute bliss. Billie could only wrap her arms better and lower, lifting her slightly and gaining a low hiss because of that. For a second her haze broke, worried about it, and her eyes looked out for the discomfort Dara seemed to have, but she was kissed again before manage to do so.

"You totally still are...but let's make an exception," and the soft static Billie felt in her skin when she was with Dara appeared again, making her sweetly go back to loving her wife and start to walk in between kisses and laughs back to their bedroom.

Two hours cuddling, kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other was what they both needed. Not only because yesterday was a total mess, but because they've been apart three days and a few more this month. There in their quietness, they managed to talk a bit more too about daily stuff they've missed when they were apart.

Billie apologized yet again because she didn’t notice Dara’s old injury was acting up, per example, and offered to help applying some muscle soothing cream. Dara, once she was feeling a bit better and after they decided to take a well deserved shower, took in her hands the task of redoing Billie’s nails and they spent a good chunk playfully fighting over the best color - and in the end, they agreed for some nude color for Billie and Dara fixed hers in black. How Billie took to herself kissing Dara in different ways she knew the woman loved; how Dara started to rant about the last messes at work and both cussed heavily, because they were like that; how the blonde ran her fingers in soft caresses over every tattoo her wife had…

They didn’t leave the bed until it was time to actually meet up for lunch with Audrey and Danielle, purely just enjoying each other and both feeling so much better by the time Billie sat up in bed to watch her wife go through their wardrobe. Sometimes it was nice to let Dara pick their clothes for the day, mostly because it meant a good change for their usual choices.

Billie ended up getting a flowery high waisted skirt that fell loose to her knees, and her favourite peach blouse that she didn’t know how it survived ten years at this point but she wasn’t going to complain. For Dara was that one amber blouse Billie loved the most in her, the one that brought up her tanned skin, along her favourite dark pants that she knew drove Billie utterly insane and making her chuckle a ‘such a tease, aren’t you’ while Dara was getting her rings and usual jewelry on.

Those times were intimate and Billie cherished them a lot, because she never thought she would get them one day.

Hand in hand, both made their way out of the apartment not long after, and it took Billie the whole ride to get her body used again to Dara’s driving. It wasn’t that she forgot how her wife was, but heck that having others drive her here and there or even drive herself was always a whole different experience.

But there was a tiny satisfaction in watching Dara come out of the car with this glow around her that made her so different from any other person Billie met, when they pulled over at where they were having lunch that she always liked to indulge in. It made her feel important, it made her focus to be all over her wife, yet it made her feel down on Earth when they started to walk towards the terrace.

Billie thought that what she loved the most about Dara was how she was capable, with her whole demeanour and way of caring about her, of making her feel she was living in this reality. They both knew very well that there were times in which fame and her powers got too into Billie’s head, making her feel like she was just a passing soul through life instead of an actual human being. Having Dara as a constant in her life, one that she didn’t want to ever part ways with, helped her the most. And, of course, she wanted to be better than she was to her and show Dara that she had her all for herself, because God, them and both Audrey and Nora knew that Billie many times did things that didn’t demonstrate how important her wife was for her.

But Dara was still there, despite everything.

“Sweet baby Jesus, I can’t believe we are here earlier than them,” Dara’s voice brought Billie down to Earth from her thoughts. “How can two of the most punctual people in the universe not even be five minutes early to a date?”

“Cut them some slack, Dalfoddil,” Billie laughed at the fake afflicted tone in Dara’s voice, sitting by her side to be closer to her. “I bet you thirty it was only traffic, or that they forgot something at home.”

“I bet you thirty and that new game I want that they are late because of sex, Howt Stuff,” Dara mumbled before pressing her lips against Billie’s, which she eagerly took advantage of and snuck an arm behind Dara’s lower back to be even closer. “Are we bringing the bad boys before dessert now?”

“I can’t help it, baby, don’t mind me today...but we have a deal,” Billie looked at her feeling how her chest was about to burst of all the love she had for her. When Dara let herself be cuddled there in the seat, resting her head in Billie’s shoulder, she pressed a new kiss to her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Billie Dean.”

And upon hearing that coming from Dara’s pretty lips, after the millionth or billionth time, Billie knew today was going to be a good day.

When Audrey finally arrived ten minutes later, Danielle on her phone talking with a client and relieved Damien because her mother didn’t drive walking behind her, Billie had Dara still cuddled in her side as they were exchanging sweet nothings and drinking wine and soda respectively - Dara not being in the mood of drinking today. And when they settled, Audrey couldn’t help but make a little gesture with her eyebrows, silently asking Billie ‘everything okay?’ while the cousins were busy with the waiter. Her only response was a quick wink and seeing how Billie’s left hand was caressing Dara’s back up and down with care, earning her a new peck after Dara’s attention went back to her.

More than okay.

For Audrey, that was enough response. They had known each other for almost five years already, sharing more than just a friendship along the way, so she knew right away that the other couple was having one of those ‘reconciliation’ days. Not that they ever broke up, as far as Audrey knew, but sometimes they behaved like they did and were back together and stronger than ever. Well, stronger than they already were, because she never met a couple like them. They seemed to gravitate around each other in a way she wished to understand and for Audrey, she always saw that being with Dara made Billie the happiest.

Looking at Danielle for a second, when the other two were distracted talking with Damien - or more Dara talking with their niece while Billie simply listened, arm over her shoulders and glass of wine in the other hand -, Audrey discerned that her girlfriend was a bit confused yet her light brown eyes were full of tenderness. Their hands met under the table and, after a light squeeze, she earnt a peck of her own that made her contently smile.

Content smile that disappeared when Dara asked right away why they were late, once Damien had to go to the restroom, and was replaced by Audrey’s face lightening up like a Christmas light because bingo they had a shower quickie that took them a bit longer than intended.

“Oh, come on, you placed a bet and all,” Dara couldn’t help but laugh out loud when Audrey said that, rightfully offended, upon seeing Billie taking out a few bills from her purse to give them to her. “Why do you two always have bets for everything?”

“Because it’s fun and I always win,” Danielle, still with her face red as a tomato, chuckled at how happy and relaxed Dara was. “You also played bets with us, darling, don’t you play innocent now.”

“Yeah but after losing a hundred dollars to you in one go, I decided to quit altogether,” at that Billie laughed, the memory of about what they bet that time coming to her mind, because Audrey was just exasperated. “How do you even do it?”

It was time for Dara to laugh. She never did much, to begin with, it was just her intuition and one of many leaps of faith she was used to take. That was her secret, not expecting the result and just go for it.

After that and a very scandalized Danielle because ‘why would you even do that’ when Dara answered a happy ‘I’m a lucky bitch, what else can I do?’, having promised to her that one day they would tell her, a day in which everyone was wasted and with no children around; Dara managed to think that everything was finally settling again.

It was a nice feeling, because those times where Billie and her got into a discussion took a too heavy toll on her. She never liked getting into arguments to begin with, but having them with Billie was the worst thing ever because it meant for her that communication had failed. Even in the past, they only had a couple serious arguments in between all the playful bickering and the eventual ‘couch arrest’ because one of them took it a bit too far, nothing really serious taking in count the other went to retrieve the part in arrest after a few hours or the next morning. She loved how afterwards Billie got softer, more loving and willing to show her feelings, and she basically couldn’t say no to her in those times.

She also loved to be able to show it to the rest, not because she wanted to brag about, but because she had been waiting for too long to do it completely freely.

When Audrey took her hand with care over the table and smiled widely, full knowing how much she was enjoying having Billie like that, Dara’s heart grew three sizes and for a second she forgot about how a question regarding the actress was what was behind of it all. Dara didn’t want to dwell on that anymore, because now everything was in the open to Billie understand her position and for her to understand from where Billie’s doubts were coming from.

So the next thing she did after the tiny exchange of smiles with Audrey was to actually check her phone after twelve hours without doing it.

“Billie, did you buy a new couch?” Dara had to bite her tongue to not curse like a sailor, because really what the fuck, and Billie looked at her from behind her third glass of wine like ‘oh snap, she finally saw it’.

“You said I’ve been six years complaining about it,” Billie whined back, trying to not look at her wife because Dara was digging holes in her skull just by how she was looking at her. “So yesterday night I just ordered a new one, easy as pie.”

“And didn’t you think about measuring our living room before to see if it actually fits?” Dara tapped at the screenshot to see it better. “God, this is massive, what in th-”

But before she could keep at it, feeling how Billie’s hand was now placed in her thigh and rubbing soft circles there to avoid getting murdered in her sleep, her screen changed to display someone was calling. It took her a second to read the caller id and then all the happiness and all the warmth, dropped to her feet.

“I’ll kick your ass later,” Dara mumbled, taking advantage of Billie not looking at what she was doing with her phone, before standing up to go pick up the call. “Don’t you think I’m gonna forget about it.”

When she was at enough distance to not be heard, Dara pressed the phone to her ear, her heart beating loudly in her throat.

If Constance was calling her directly, and not Billie, it wasn’t a good signal.

“Hi Constance, how are you?” she started before the woman in the other side of the line talked, trying to not sound nervous. It didn’t help either that Dara had some sick respect for her. “Older than last time, kid, that for sure,” she replied darkly but with a tone that gave away she was distracted. “Yeah, right, do you want to talk with Billi-” it was the easiest way to make Constance Langdon talk, bringing up her wife because both had a different and stronger bond. “If I wanted to talk with Billie Dean, I would have called her, don’t you think?” and Dara’s silence invited her to keep talking. “Anyway, I was calling because miss Montgomery’s been acting weird,” Constance didn’t like Nora for the mere fact that she was the actual owner of the house and if she ever had to refer to her, it always came from a polite sarcasm. “She’s been in the front yard, sitting there all alone. Vivien and Violet tried to make her come in, they are still there with her in fact. I’m only calling because I have a bad feeling about this,” and Dara’s heart dropped even lower than all the good feelings already dropped. “Did she said something at all? Did you actually talked to her?” She had to ask because Nora wasn’t one to go out of the house on her own volition, only coming out on Halloween or the couple times they managed to take her to the backyard. “She asked for you, actually. And it scared the shit outta me that she let me see her in fact.” Oh yeah, Nora wasn’t a big fan of Constance neither, and that was what made everything more worrisome. Dara rubbed her neck, trying to stay calm, before giving an answer. “...I’ll be there in twenty.”

She hanged up without saying anything else, and turned around to go back to the table. Desserts were already there and the adults were laughing while Damien seemed embarrassed for some reason that escaped her knowledge.

However, Dara’s mind was racing in another line, thinking about how she needed to get to Nora as soon as possible.

This was when her secret card was played and also why she didn’t ever found herself asking Billie almost the same question she did. Dara never got in her enough courage to ask Billie if she cared, not loved or liked, but truly cared about the ghost anymore. Mostly because she knew the answer: Nora wasn’t actually there, she couldn’t provide of the warmth, she couldn’t change, she couldn’t grow, she couldn’t even leave the place she was confined to. It pained her, it pained her for the last four years, to know that everything had come to an end.

As much as Billie played it dumb, she had noticed how Nora’s wounds had closed already and that made her feel wary. She loved how Nora wasn’t a crying wreck anymore, how her true persona came out more often than not instead of the one generated by the trauma, but those times it made Dara feel how she was lighter in her arms and even one time she felt her fingers pass through her arm as if Nora was a mere smoke curtain.

“Everything okay Annie?” Billie’s voice was as worried as the glint in her eyes, taking in count Dara was spacing out just in front of them looking at her phone.

“It was Constance, there’ve been some problem at the house and wanted me to check into it,” Dara pushed herself to act more relaxed, as if it wasn’t something really important, and Billie frowned to that. “You know her, always getting worried the house is gonna burn down or something.”

“Let’s go then baby,” was Billie immediate response, moving to stand up, but Dara put a hand on her shoulder and leant enough to kiss her cheek briefly.

“Don’t worry sugar, I got it, okay? Just enjoy the rest of the afternoon,” Chuckling, Dara retrieved her bag and called for the waitress, signaling to her dessert. “Can you put me this for take out? Thank you,” her eyes went then to Billie again, smiling softly, and then to Audrey, Danielle and Damien. “You three take care of her while I’m gone, I’ll be chopping heads off if one hair is out of place,” she laughed with her joke and Danielle only rolled her eyes a bit.

“Actually Audrey has to be the one doing that, I have to go get some last minute work done this afternoon,” Dara looked with curiosity to her cousin and she shrugged a bit. “I’m taking Dada with me, so I think these two will be alone.”

It was then when Billie looked at Dara with some kind of uncertainty in her eyes, taking her hand in hers, as if asking if she really got it under control. Dara felt moved for some reason, taking in count almost nine years ago she was the one trying to stop Billie from going into that house all alone. But she only leant over her again, this time kissing her wife fully on the lips while her free hand grabbed her cane, ending the soft affectionate move with a mere brush of noses.

“Take care, okay? I love you,” Billie mumbled, placing her hand in Dara’s thigh for a second. “Call me if it gets too bad, promise it.”

And to that Dara, already swooning too much, kissed her again to seal that promise.

Audrey got a big goodbye kiss on the cheek, as usual, while Danielle was hugged from behind and Damien got a kiss on top of her hair and, like that, Dara was making her way to her car with a brownie for take out and all the worries about Nora bottled inside.

While driving, Dara tried to come up with a line of act. Would be Nora altered? Would she need to do an intervention? Would she have to get help from the other ghosts in the house? The only ones she manage to...befriend were the Harmon women and, stil, she wasn’t sure if Moira actually liked her taking in count the first time they saw each other...well, Dara didn’t see her in her true form right away. Hayden at times, and it was always weird. And in a very good day, specially good even, Nora’s husband exchanged some words with her.

That was maybe the weirdest part of it all, that Charles had seen her close enough to actually talk to her, because when Billie had tried to contact him - the couple few times for her research - he didn’t make a single sound.

When Dara pulled over, her head was full of all the things that could go wrong with Nora or any of the other ghosts in the house. If she had any energy back during the morning, it all went away in the fifteen minute ride to the house, making her feel as she was feeling all those days Billie was away.

Tiresome, too tiresome.

But when she crossed the fence, she fell in the spell the house always had around. Dara’s eyes went first around the front yard, taking in count every little thing she had done to keep the abandonment at bay. The lawn was a bit wet, the rose bushes as well and then Vivien was squat down in front of Nora, with Violet sitting by her side and taking her hand.

Dara walked slowly towards them, her cane tapping in the stones of the tiny path, feeling heavy with each step but getting confident as she went further and further. Vivien saw her first, then Violet, and both stood up giving Dara a pitiful and desperate look. Once they were gone, it was time for Dara to get near Nora finally, and she could only get her eyes on her back and her whole aura.

For Dara, Nora glowed that day in a different light.

“What’s the prettiest gal around doing here all alone?” she raised her voice, with enough sweetness and tenderness to sweeten up Nora’s mood.

“Waiting for the sun to come to me, sweetie pie,” for Nora, she was always something along ‘sweet’, because she couldn’t see her as anything else. “Did you see the rosebuds? They’re so lovely right now...”

Nora felt how Dara, her sweet Dally, kneeled with a bit of trouble behind her, soon getting the mint scent of her shampoo filling her whole. She could smell a hint of cigarette, Billie Dean’s perfume and the earthy scent that she came to associate with the woman that was hugging her from behind. Leaning back in the embrace, Nora lifted her hand to meet Dara’s left cheek still without looking at her, indulging in how she was resting her chin in her shoulder and pressing a light kiss in her jaw before looking at the bush with her.

“Not as lovely as you,” Nora chuckled at the flattery, knowing Dara didn’t lie when she said that. “Were you feeling better that you decided to come out?”

“Not really, but I felt like getting some watering done, can you believe it? Me, wanting to do such thing,” that drew a low laugh from both, making Dara tighten her hug. Nora went to put her hand over Dara’s, tracing her rings as usual to calm herself...even when she felt calm enough that day. “My mother would had been laughing at me for years if she ever came to know.”

“Then we are lucky she would never do,” Nora closed her eyes, feeling the warmth spreading in her chest. “Why don’t we move inside, darling? I brought with me some chocolate cake and we can make some tea, maybe tell me how was your day? I’m yours all noon.”

All mine. It rolled even more sweet in her tongue for the few seconds Nora took to react. God, she wished that was the whole and only truth in the world. She complied to that, however, whispering barely an ‘of course’ before helping Dara to stand up again. Nora waited then for Dara to retrieve the box with the cake at the porch stairs, feeling all the warmth in her body to gather where her heart was supposed to be, and once she was again by her side she quickly linked their arms to walk side by side inside.

Nora could feel the rest in the house withdraw to their usual accommodations, they always did that when she was wandering around, and she thanked them all inside because that’s everything she wanted right now.

Chattering idly about banal things, they made their way to the kitchen that looked much better without all the things Vivien had equipped it with when they moved back in two thousand eleven. Both Billie and Dara had spent their good money in remodeling the place, little by little, so it was more like it was used to be than what years and years of different owners made it to be. It made Nora feel better for sure, less confused and out of place, because as much as she made Charles’ life a living Hell when they were alive...she was still very much thankful to him for building the place, and sorry at times for being like that.

That much she could say, at least, because she didn’t ever love him.

Because ‘love’ was what she felt for the first time when, one night, she decided to come out of the basement, encountering a curious woman in their backyard. Same woman that was now with her back facing her, humming along a song while setting up the kettle over the stove. How curious it was that these days she could recall things like that, but she gladly took it in because it made her feel content.

She picked at the cake with the plastic spoon, knowing she didn’t need to actually eat, but indulging because Dara had brought it. In her days, things like that weren’t usual at all, so it was kind of a delight to be able to share this even when she couldn’t feel much of it aside of the taste before it went away.

However, her focus changed when Dara finally set their cups of tea in the counter and sat close to her, letting the kettle close in case they wanted more. Fishing her phone - and this time Nora didn’t make a face! - from her pocket, Dara put it there too before turning all her attention to her. It was easy to notice that for Nora, because her sweetheart always spread her legs a bit, letting enough space in case she wanted to come even closer, and had her left hand resting in the back of Nora’s tall chair.

“Dally, are you okay?” was the first thing she asked, watching how the lovely features of her darling were filled with dread even when her smile was on. She could see the light dark circles under her eyes behind the make-up and how she bit her lip every few minutes.

“Yeah darling, why wouldn’t I?” she laughed in response, moving her hand to accommodate Nora’s shawl better.

“You look tired, spent even,” Nora wasn’t the best at being subtle, so she preferred to be direct. “Do I have to call Billie Dean and put her arse into place? I swear if she’s treating yo-”

“Everything is fine Nora, don’t worry,” Dara laced her fingers with Nora’s then, making her feel that calmness that she loved about the woman in front of her. “My leg has been acting up for a few days already and work has been...awful, so I couldn’t rest much. Also how can it be Billie’s fault when she barely got home yesterday? Give her some rest.”

No, I can’t give her some rest. Nora thought squeezing Dara’s hand a bit in hers. Not when she’s in charge of giving you all our love. But she nodded, agreeing to not put in place the other socialité, because if Dara asked her to do something she would do it right away. It visibly calmed her having Nora to agree, though, and it was a view to sore eyes having her smiling in that way her dimples showed up.

"Then tell me, who do I have to terrorize the next time the house let me go out," Nora asked, not wanting to break the contact, while tracing Dara's knuckles with her thumb. "You know I can get quite scary."

"I think at this rate I'll be quitting before Halloween," Dara laughed at that, the stress lacing in her words. "But I don't want to talk about work, I'd prefer to talk about what are we doing this year in your day off, do you want to go to the movies? Or maybe this year you want to go to the beach? We can even go home and relax there, you name it, you have it."

Home. The word tasted sweet in her tongue again, and Nora really wished that apartment to be their home...or well, even the house they were in right now. It didn't matter for her to be honest, because anywhere Dara was, for Nora was already home.

And while they started to talk about it, all the possibilities they had to fulfill in twenty four hours, Nora's mind started to wander in all those things she usually thought when she was alone.

At times, Nora pictured Dara in the time she was alive. Oh, she would totally be a charmer, one of those flappers that Nora’s mother hated so much and made sure she wasn’t even close to by making her attend parties full of ‘proper’ ladies and gentlemen alike. But she knew that Dara would manage to sneak in, her manners blending perfectly and ‘innocently’ hanging around her, sharing with Nora stories about dancing freely along the music that was played in ballrooms and about a house in the coast where they could do whatever they wanted.

Not only that would made Nora fall in love with the concept of freedom, but also with the concept that maybe her future wasn’t tied to a man nor to a child of her own...nor even tied to the status and the money. At first lying about the nature of their hangs out would be almost the rule, but then eventually moving together because ‘they liked to be around each other too much’, and then the rumors would start of course. But Nora found herself not caring at all, because as long as she was by Dara’s side that's all that mattered to her.

Cake and tea gone, Nora listened to something Dara was telling her with passion, barely asking for permission to lit up the cigarette she had been rolling while talking, before keep with the topic. Of course Dara would smoke back in the twenties too, but Nora imagined her smoking cigarrillos more than the regular or even smoking pipe, the room note hanging wonderfully in her clothes and Nora imagined herself wrapped in one of Dara’s shirts, getting comfort from that solely when she was out of the house.

“I think I’ve never seen you in this dress,” Dara’s fingers brought her back to the present when they fixed the white shawl, giving her a soft caress in her chin. “It suits you, brings your eyes and lips out.”

“You’re terrible,” In that moment, and back in her time, she blushed as fiercely as she allowed herself, her hand going quickly to shush Dara. “I had it since forever, it’s one of my favourites! I wore it before.”

“Okay, okay,” Dara chuckled again, taking a drag and letting the smoke come out of her nose and mouth in a swift move. “Sorry, these days my mind isn’t that sharp...still, you truly look beautiful Nora.”

You had nothing to be sorry for. Nora thought while finally giving in and getting her chair closer to Dara, which only looked at her warmly before leaning to kiss her temple and place her right arm over Nora’s lap, resting her hand in her hip. She missed the days they could kiss openly, mostly because she found herself comfortable being held by her and pampered in love just like that, but she understood that now things had changed.

Damned you, Billie Dean, seven times damned. Nora couldn’t blame her, indeed, she felt...at peace knowing that her favourite people finally made themselves official. But that couldn’t stop her from being jealous of the medium, jealous because many times she wished to be the one that had gifted her that gold ring with tiny rubies that rested in Dara’s left ring finger, jealous because...well, Billie was alive and could give everything to their pretty flower.

“You aren’t that bad yourself, sweetheart,” she mumbled in response, leaning a bit better and resting her head in Dara’s shoulder, her hand tracing her necklace and fixing her shirt.

“Miss Montgomery, you’re terrible! Scandalous even, wow,” Dara imitated her and Nora closed her eyes, feeling how her laugh vibrated through her skin like a soft hum that made her chuckle in response. And then a sweet silence settled between them, until Dara broke it again. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, mhm?”

Oh, Nora didn’t know how to start to reply to that.

In fact she didn’t even know why Dara was there to begin with, but she found herself not caring because it was like her own feelings had summoned her that day to the house.

Nora had opened her eyes in the morning as if she had the longest nap ever, those days being like that, like a never ending nap that gave her enough energies to go through one and only day; and she felt somewhat free. The basement was in silence, as it always was after her Thaddeus had passed a few years ago, but something was calling her to go upstairs. She had done that and the first person she crossed ways with had been Hayden, that looked at her half worried half shocked, and then Violet had almost knocked her down while asking if she was feeling alright.

‘More than alright, I think I’m gonna take a walk around the house today.’ she had tell her and it didn’t come from the white lies she always told. Nora had been feeling great the moment she was out of her usual place in the house. It had been like something had set off from her chest and she could breathe again.

So she had done that with Violet by her side, listening to all the stories Nora had of the house. Stories of the past but also of the present, and it came a moment in which she could only talk about memories she made with the woman that was holding her so tightly in her arms.

“Not much,” Nora decided to reply, closing her eyes again to indulge in the warmth. “Just that I’m glad you are here...I kinda felt like dancing today.”

When the little walk around the house had came to an end, Nora had felt like a spark starting in her belly, the one she always got when she was ready to do something fun and new. That same spark was what had brought her outside, feeling the sun in her like as if it was something she never experienced before. Then her eyes had fixed in the rose bushes - white roses starting to bloom, white roses that were planted because they were Nora’s favourites - and she found herself wondering once again if she ever felt that content with something so simple.

“Dancing? Well, I can fix that then,” Dara finally moved and Nora almost yelled at her to not go, a sudden panic rising in her chest and her throat, but then she placed her lips to her forehead lightly to not stain her skin with lipstick. “But first I need to go to the bathroom, you wait me here okay? I’ll be back in a flash.”

“Sure, I’ll clean this...mess to entertain myself,” Nora said, letting out an exasperated breathe that made Dara laugh in response, retrieving her cane from where it was resting. “Making a girl wait, her manners’ been rubbing off on you miss Lynch.”

Nora had managed to get some already bloomed and do a simple arrangement to put as decoration somewhere in the house. But the second she had looked at her work, her energies fell to the ground and her legs hadn’t been able to hold her anymore. Alone, but without the need to call out for help, she waited there just feeling her body lighter, in hopes the sun helped her to regain some energies to keep moving. Oh, what her mother would had said if she passed out in the lawn? Her eyes could only keep themselves busy in those roses about to bloom, soft rosebuds she wasn’t sure if she was going to see them at all.

“Nora?” Violet’s voice made her hum just to let the girl know she was being listened, but her fingers were moving along the form of Dara’s cellphone. “Where’s-”

“Bathroom, in the other house,” Nora didn’t look at her, with a mere move of her head in the correct direction. “Could you give me a hand, dear? I need...well, I don’t know how this works aside that you can call, so...I want to speak with Billie Dean.”

“Why don’t you wa-”

“Privately, Violet,” she felt the tears tingling in her eyes, threatening to spill, but Nora held them. “Please.”

It wasn’t until Dara had arrived, all of a sudden, that she actually felt that both Vivien and Violet had been trying to make her go inside. The time in between when she felt her energies fall until Dara was hugging her from behind was blank in her mind, but she found herself yet again not minding at all because her sun was there already to take her home. It was the only thing she needed at this point to keep going...and now that Dara was there, she felt complete...

However, there was still a little something in her, waiting to be untied and set free once for all. Something that had to do with the woman she, along Violet, was trying to reach. The teenager was quick to find Billie’s contact and when the phone started to ring, she wasn’t nervous at all. Her hand went to where she knew the bullet hole was, out of habit, just to find the spot clean of any wound, and she smiled softly when she found her mouth didn’t taste like iron and salt.

“Annie?” oh, how jealous Nora was because she took the softer name to make it hers. “It’s me Billie Dean.” Nora said, moderating her voice because Dara had taught her at least that she didn’t need to yell at all. “Nora...is Annie with you? Is she okay?” Billie was nervous, panicked even, but she was trying to sound composed to not give it away. “Yes, she just went to Constance’s for a second. I wanted to speak with you before she comes back, Violet helped me with...the demonic device.” and at that, Nora shushed Violet with her hand so she could be alone in the kitchen. “One day you’ll call it by its name, ‘s way easier darling,” Nora chuckled at that because God, how different it felt be called sweet names from different people, even if it was the same one. “Of course.” she rubbed her hands together for a second, not knowing how to say those words. “Then...what did you want to talk about?” Billie encouraged her and Nora caught a laugh from behind her voice, not Billie’s at all. “I...thank you, Billie Dean. Thank you, for everything you have done for me.” and with that, the little something was gone and she felt even more light, her head feeling more clear. “Simple as that, just thank you.” and the silence arrived in the other side of the line at the same time the front door unlocked.

Nora’s hand pushed the red button quickly, as Violet had told her to if she wanted to end the call, and then left the phone where it was before she decided to move towards the living room and wait for Dara there.

It wasn’t as simple as that, because that would probably the first time Nora ever thanked Billie. A thank you for not letting anyone else to come into this cursed house by buying it, a thank you for restoring it for her, a thank you for letting her come in their lives…

...a thank you for letting her love Dara in a way she died without knowing it was possible.

“Did the ballroom started without me?” Dara said in a happy-go-lucky tone, hobbling slowly in the living room with her phone in hand. “Which song are we playi-”

“Can you sing today, dear?” it wasn’t an usual request, but Nora wanted to hear Dara’s voice as much as possible. “I love your voice.”

“Of course, anything for you,” when Nora looked at Dara, she looked younger, almost like she looked ten years ago when they met. Her features full of that softness she usually got when she was looking at Billie…but now, her girl got it all for her. “Then I’ll start with my favourite one.”

Once Dara was holding her close to her body, Nora knew that was where she belonged. An arm over Dara’s shoulders, the other one sandwiched in between their bodies, all of that while holding her handkerchief with one of her dearest one’s hands resting over and pushing it to her chest, where her beating heart sounded for them two. Nora found her right place in the hollow of Dara’s neck, where she could feel how the woman was starting to sing only for her.

Oh, it felt beautifully to experience that.

She chuckled when Dara changed the lyrics to fit a bit better, all of that as they swinged ever so softly, and she could feel more eyes watching them. The energy of the rest occupants was starting to beat too fast for her, in a pace she felt herself not belonging, and she decide to press her lips to Dara’s cleavage - in the start, almost in the middle of her chest - to make herself feel anchored to something. It left a lipstick mark, but who cared in that moment? All Nora could hear at this point was how Dara’s heartbeat felt more easy to follow than anything else.

And because she finally found her own beat, her own pace...that’s why Nora felt brave enough to say those next words.

“I love you Dally,” Dara didn’t stop from moving but she did stop from singing, just so she could meet Nora’s eyes. She felt so full, so light at the same time, so very much at peace. “I love you, and I will always do.”

Easy as it was, Nora stood on her tiptoes to initiate for the first time a kiss. A kiss that was returned as if it was meant to be...as if it wasn’t going to be the last.

When Dara opened her eyes, Nora wasn’t there, but her handkerchief was still pressed in her palm. She looked around for a second, her fingers pressed then to her lips with the lingering warmth Nora left, and the silence started to press all over her body in a way she never felt before.

“Nora, where are you?” she asked out loud, moving to retrieve her cane once again, looking around not only the living room but in the kitchen. “Nora! C’mon darling, you know I don’t like playing hide and seek,” her voice wavered and for a second she tried to reach for Nora’s energy in some way, like Billie once taught her to, but not working at all. “Nora!”

Every second that it passed, Dara calling the name of the ghost, it was a torture. Not only because she didn’t get any response back but also because it started to wake other ghosts in the house. Vivien and Violet appeared when she rounded the stairs, ready to go to the basement alone - a voice really similar to Billie’s screaming at her to not do that -, and made her go upstairs along a confused Tate that was drawn by all the ruckus. Hayden’s voice was heard outside the house, calling for Nora too, but any of them got a response.

She was starting to panic, panic like she never did before.

The tension in her whole body was enough to make her grit her teeth, piling up in her chest and starting to burn with the buzz of all the souls trapped in the Montgomery's house. That’s why she didn’t like that part of her powers, that’s why she was so overwhelmed that there was too much activity in one place. It made her feel she was going to explode.

And when she got to the open kitchen again, Tate behind her almost pulling all his hair out, Dara finally saw Charles.

Vivien, Violet, Moira and Hayden were looking at him too, as if they had never seen him before. He looked...clean, out of her scrubs and with a proper suit. Dara knew that suit, it was the same he was wearing in that family picture Billie and her found of the Montgomery’s. Somehow, he also looked more...free, as to speak, his energy felt almost refreshing when his was always one of those that reeked in a different intensity.

Dara felt her heart beating so loud in her ears, however, making her see red again today and feeling a sudden burst of heat in her chest. In a swift movement of her hand, she held her cane more like a bat than a cane, ready to smash his head if that meant to know where Nora was, but before she could take the first step Charles spoke up.

"She's not here," his eyes went then to the rest in the kitchen before landing again in Dara. "It's useless that you keep on calling out for her.."

"What are you saying? Where did she go," it came out of Dara's mouth more like a growl than a question, one that hanged between all of them as if it was an unspoken truth and made Dara to feel multiple chills running down her spine. "I'm not joking Charles! Where the fuck is Nora!?"

"I think you know where she is, dear," this time it was Moira the one that talked, her voice filled with sadness, relief and maybe a bit of jealousy. "We all know."

No, no, no.

"For a really long time we avoided each other, even before we...ended like this," Charles kept going, walking now to the middle of the empty living room. "Money, the house, our son... everything was something ideal to argue about. It pained me, those times I was lucid, to see us like that," he chuckled lightly and Dara's heart beated harder, painfully even. "To see that I couldn't make her happy in any possible way. It's macabre to say we got what we deserved, mostly because it was my fault what transpired in the last moments of our lives, and as the years passed by...well, let's say a hundred years gives you enough time to think and see as much as I was lost in myself."

Dara didn't want to listen to him, she really didn't. She closed her eyes and tried harder to reach Nora's energy, feeling even more strained by doing so, and then she fell to her knees without strength. A set of hands reached for her, burning like molten metal that she couldn't roll away from. But her eyes, now open again, went to the man that had stopped in his advance.

Tears blinded her, making Charles blurry in short distance along the tiny child that was crawling towards him.

Charles looked around then before leaning to take his son in his arms, smiling tenderly upon seeing his perfect face instead of what he became because of him. Giving him a cuddle in his cheek, perfect round cheek so similar to his wife, he finally looked at the woman that was breaking down in front of him. How she was being held by that young lady, the daughter of the last owners of the house; how she was crying her eyes out, the loss hitting her like icy water; how it made him see that his most wanted wish was finally fulfilled.

Didn’t Charles wanted to make Nora happy since the moment they met? Didn’t he wanted her to know he loved her?

He wasn’t able to do it, but through the last decade he had seen how someone else did. How someone had pulled all the broken pieces that he contributed to smash and put them together again; how someone else heard his Nora, made her feel important, made her grow out of many of the things that remained in her from her youth, loved her as she was instead of wanting to change her, and overall made her happy in the palace he built for her to enjoy to her heart’s content.

And that helped him heal along the way in the shadows, where anyone was noticing him, until the same woman that swiped his wife of her feet reached for him too.

“Above all the wrong I did, above all the chaos that we were,” Charles felt himself smiling truthfully after too many years, feeling how Thaddeus started to fall asleep in his shoulder. “I do have to thank you, miss Lynch, because you made us see what we truly needed.” And it felt so peaceful saying that, the heavy weight remaining in his presence lifting and flying away. “I would suggest, however, to take some vacation from my dearest house...I’m afraid there are still too many evil forces and our darling Nora isn’t here to protect you anymore.”

When Charles walked away, his silhouette and energy gone of the house, the whole place seemed to hiss and creak under Dara’s body.

A new rush of energy filled her, the adrenaline pumping in her veins with such strength that when Violet and Vivien pulled her up she didn’t feel any pain. That wasn’t the only thing she was feeling, because the energy of the house was trying to pick at her all at once. She overheard steps all over the place, not only upstairs, but also downstairs and her sense to flight ringed louder than ever when she saw Tate launching himself against another ghost that was entering the living room in that moment. The house was trying to eat her alive, not only her energy - or what was left of it at this point - but her whole body too.

"You have to go," Vivien said before Violet took Dara's hand to make her run. "Don't worry about us, you have to make it home."

The only thing Dara did was to tighten the grip on Violet's hand as they started to run as much as they could through the back door in the kitchen.

Billie had a bad feeling installed in her stomach the second Nora hanged up the phone. Not only because it was the second time in her life that someone hanged up on her, but because she had this heavy pressure in the back of her head. Pressure that was only making her more and more restless as the minutes passed by.

Audrey was being a sweetheart, like always, being the one carrying the conversation most of the time or suggesting that they should do a marathon on that show they promised to watch together. She had let Billie put her legs on her lap, she had turned a blind eye on how Billie checked her phone every few minutes - when usually she didn’t like to have it near at all, now she had it pressed to her chest as if having the device in her skin would calm her-, she had offered to make tea and sandwiches and...and Billie couldn’t be more thankful to at least have Audrey here.

When Billie spied on Audrey making the afternoon snack, she had wondered where she had learnt to be like that. Even when she was feeling uneasy, Billie’s mind dug up everything she had learnt in those years about her best friend, and she was sure the way she was trying to act more homie wasn’t something she had in her before. Half hidden between the cushions, Billie’s mind also started to wonder and wonder, and in between wondering she asked herself for a second if maybe once was remotely possible to have that view everyday.

But soon she found that the view didn’t happen in her old kitchen, didn’t belong to this time nor even to this her.

This her wasn’t what Audrey needed, that for sure, what she neede-

Audrey thought she was going to have a heart attack the second the door opened wide all of a sudden. It banged against the wall with such strength that it startled her enough to drop what she had in her hands. Turning around, the only two things Audrey saw was Billie standing up of the couch at light speed and Dara in between the couch and the kitchen counter, panting harshly as if she was barely catching her breath in that moment.

All that before falling to the ground as if her whole body had given up.

It sent Audrey to panic, making her let out a loud gasp, and she rounded the counter to find Dara sobbing loudly on the floor, clawing at her shirt as if she was trying to get out of it unsuccessfully and she was clearly hurting herself in the process.

“Annie, Annie, stop!” Billie’s panicked scream made Audrey react enough to hold herself in the counter. She silently watched in horror how her best friend reached her wife, the first thing she did was to hold her wrists to stop her. “God, you’re...bleeding, what...Annie, please, don’t-”

In all the time Audrey had known the couple, she hadn’t seen the youngest part of it to act differently as calm. Dara’s sobs were heartbreaking, choking on her tears and own breathing, making her cough violently because she was trying to speak at the same time. It was a mess, a scary one in fact, and Billie was handling it all by herself as best as she knew.

“Baby, please, I need to see...” Dara had managed to break free from Billie’s hold and was now protecting her neck for her dear life while Billie was trying to pull her up against her chest, so Dara’s back was resting there. “You’re boiling in fever...Annie, c-can you stand up? Love, listen to me, you need to calm down…”

But the best that Billie knew, wasn’t enough right now.

How could she handle Audrey so well, yet when her wife was the one she was about to panic? She didn’t ever see Billie panic, getting mad for sure, but panic? Ever. And as scared, anxious and confused as Audrey was, something inside her tried to clear her head to help two of the three people in her life that always came to rescue her when the bad days were too much to handle.

“Bills, we need to get her in the shower,” Audrey’s strained voice surprised Billie, but watching her move was what made her react again. Dara was pretty much still a mess, but now she was trying to hide in Billie’s chest with any energy she had left. “You hold her body, I get her legs.”

Watching Dara whine and cry harder just because she seemed to think Billie was leaving her was one of the hardest things she saw. Billie kissed her head and whispered things Audrey couldn’t understand for a solid minute before they managed to lift her joining forces. Dara hissed in pain as soon as Audrey pulled her legs up and Billie looked even more in panic, eyes even more full of unshed tears. But they made it to the ensuite bathroom as fast as they could, which made the suffering end quickly.

“I’ll start the shower, get her out of her clothes and...try to see if she’s more hurt,” Audrey was trying to keep her cool, let Billie handle her wife, by being useful and ease things for them.

“Yeah, I-I’ll...yeah,” her hands were unbuttoning Dara’s shirt when Audrey turned around to give them some privacy, which she always tried to give them even when they were together. “My love, it’s okay, I’m not going anywhere…” ‘My love’ sounded right in Billie’s lips when she directed i to Dara. “There you a-your knees are scraped too...Annie, what happened…”

Dara only sobbed harder with that and when Audrey turned around again, she felt her heart squeeze very tightly inside her ribcage upon seeing Dara like that. Stripped down except for her underwear, she realized then that she wasn’t as full as she used to be, her skin was glistening with sweat and Billie had used her own t-shirt to clean the blood coming out of her nose and out of the scratches in her chest. Did she always had that scar in her left collarbone? Even the scar from the accident in her right hip was even more scary. And all of that as whole made Dara look so...small and vulnerable, that she could understand why Billie was crying finally.

“Billie,” Audrey called out for her and Billie seemed so lost once she managed to look back, so sad, that she had to put her bravest face on to not let away her own fear. “If she has fever, we have to lower it.”

Billie looked then at Audrey with new eyes, her arms tightening around Dara to protect her from anything.

The uneasiness she was feeling suddenly made sense, the voice talking to her from another side telling her something completely different to what she was hearing in reality. And it was a shock that she totally wasn’t prepared for. How bad she wanted to kiss, to hide, to do anything in her power to take the suffering away from her wife.

“Sweetie,” she felt her body restarting, letting go a ragged breath for a second, her hand cradling Dara’s head against her chest better. “She’s burning up and if we don’t do something, it will go worse.”

“Yeah, we have to,” Billie felt herself nod, only making worse the raging headache she felt building up behind her eyes, and she wasn’t sure how but with Audrey’s help they both lifted Dara again to make her stand in her feet, even when it was clear she couldn’t keep herself standing. “Let’s do it, I got you...we got you.”

Upon saying that, Billie suddenly felt the scent of million roses filling her. Oh, you were always so extra. She felt herself tearing up again and Dara got a new whole wave of sobs, because obviously she was feeling it too. Audrey couldn’t, God blessed her, and she felt more eager to get Dara under the shower just because of that.

Billie didn’t care her clothes got wet, she just stood there holding her close to her chest and letting her cry. When was the last time she was like that? Not even the breakdown in the morning compared to this one, it wasn’t even similar. And she let her do that, to cry, to be held, to let go of all that; because she deserved it. Trembling as she was, Dara kept mumbling and sobbing what it seemed apologies, and Billie shushed her with all the care in the world.

They would overcome this too, she was sure of it, as they did all those times before...but this time, Billie was going to be the one guiding her love through it.

Once Dara managed to stop trembling and to be separated from her wife, Audrey got her wrapped in a towel, firm arms holding her while Billie took off her clothes and went to retrieve dry ones for both. Asking her in a mere whisper if she could walk, Audrey also managed to make Dara move little by little towards the bed, where she sat her and started to check the superficial scratches she had. Billie left a pair of her own pajamas by Dara’s side before going to retrieve something to patch her wife up, and, along with her best friend, they worked through the tiny injuries before helping Dara to get in new clothes.

“I’ll go get some tea,” Audrey said finally in tiny voice, once Dara was settled under the covers like a crying ball that she still was, and Billie was trying to kiss her tears away. “Do you want something else dear?”

“C-can you stay tonight?” Billie asked right away, looking up at her friend in a way Audrey never saw her before. “I know you have a lot on your plate, even more after these days, and I’m sor-”

But Billie got silent went Audrey walked towards her to kiss her forehead first and then put her hand in Dara’s cheek tenderly. How could she say no when they both had done bigger things for her? How could deny her best friend that, seeing how much she needed a hand with this new situation, when she never asked something in return?

“I’ll do, don’t even apologize,” she said in a whisper before leaving the room. “I’ll also get some hot towels just in case, okay?”

When they were alone, Billie didn’t lose time to get in bed with Dara, who reached for her as soon as she was close to bury her face in her chest once more. She wasn’t sobbing anymore, thankfully, but it was scary how she seemed unable to stop from crying. Billie brushed her wet locks of hair out of her face and kissed her brow with love, kissed anywhere she could to not let her think she was alone.

“I’m sorry I let her go,” Dara cried, her body shaking with a sob that never reached her lips. “I’m sorry Billie, I’m sorry...I had to do something, anything...and now she’s...she’s gone Billie, Nora is gone…”

“Your love took her there,” Billie whispered with the warmth she felt in the back of her neck intensifying because she knew they were being listened. “You healed her, my love, you helped her to finally move on...and that’s nothing to be sorry about.”

Billie knew too many things Dara was completely oblivious of, oh that she knew, too many years holding all the secrets the ghost confided in her. And her last words for her wife were full of those secrets and the truth.

Maybe one day she would be able to tell everything to Dara, because she was sure Nora wanted her to know eventually; maybe the next morning she would ask for the whole version of what truly happened; maybe Billie would find a way to let Dara go back to the place she loved.

But for the rest of night, once Audrey came back with everything and with her help they kinda sandwiched her wife between them, she was pretty much okay with finally resting of the whole madness that this was.

Rest from all the countdowns that came to an end in two days. Rest from all the doubts and wonderings, rest from ten years of being a total coward.

Rest knowing that, finally, she was free to love Dara as much as she deserved.

#nora montgomery x original character #ahs murder house #ahs roanoke #nora montgomery #billie dean howard #dara ann lynch #billie dean howard x original character

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The Seven Seas Of Rhye (Queen AU) Chapter 1

Hi! Welcome to my new Queen fanfiction!

I hope you are gonna like it!

Freddie's P.O.V.:

I was in front of a lake, situated somewhere I didn't know. I was alone. I didn't recognize that place. I sat on the grass and then laid down. It was a starry night. Sometimes, I saw some shooting stars. Suddenly, I heard a noise. Like something had fallen behind me. I turned around and saw nothing. I began to be scared, wasn't I suppose to be alone? "Hello?" I tried. No answer. I turned back to the lake, saying to myself I was dreaming. But I immediately froze when I saw this dark distorted figure. I couldn't clearly see what it was, but it was terrifying. The thing approached me and began to stroke my hair. I was petrified, I didn't know what to do, I could feel my heart hitting my chest. "Come on, wake up, Freddie!" Said the thing in a wrong distorted voice. But I knew that voice, it seemed familiar to me. The figure began to shake me a little. And, then, I realized...

I slowly opened my dark brown eyes to see what was I thinking. My roommate Roger Taylor was waking me up.

"Come on, little groundhog, the Sun is already high in the sky~" He whispered with his soft voice that made me want to go back to sleep.

"Five more minutes, Rog..." I asked, groaning.

I heard Roger laugh a little.

"We are late Fred." He informed me in a serious tone.

Fuck! The University! I had completely forgotten! If the Sun was already high in the sky like Roger said, we were very late!

"The University, oh no!" I cried, jumped out of my bed, forgetting my sleep.

I ran to the bathroom, took a really quick shower and combed my long thick black hair.

"Roggie, why didn't you wake me up earlier?" I asked him as I ran to my wardrobe.

I took the first things I found, what wasn't in my habit.

"...Why didn't my clock ring ? Oh shit!" I dressed up in the most quick way I could do.

As I was going to put my school things in my bag and to leave the room, I realized that Roger was looking at me in a very amused way.

"Roger, darling, school began at 9:00AM, remember-" I didn't need to finish my sentence, I already felt really stupid.

Roger was still in pyjamas... We were in vacations... That's why my clock didn't ring! And it was 11:00AM!

Roger exploded of laughter.

"I'm gonna kill you!" I mumbled, feeling really shameful.

"Oh Fred, you should have seen your face! Totally falling into the panel." He giggled.

Roger is not gonna get away with this. I'm gonna make him pay what he had just done to me.

"Oh... You want to laugh, Taylor?" I innocently requested, as I slowly approached him.

"What-" I didn't let him finish his sentence: he was already tackle on my bed, with me tickling him.

"FRED- ST-STOP IT-T!" He stammered with his high-pitched voice, crying of laughter.

I didn't want to let him go, not after what he had done to me. An awful joke like that needs a punishment.

"OK-AH FREDDEH I P-PROMISE I-I WONT-T D-DO I-IT AG-GAIN! PLEAS-SE!" He begged, his baby blue eyes turning red.

What a pity! I reluctantly let go of him. He was fighting to catch his breath.

"I leave you this time, Taylor, but next time you do that, I'll kill you of laughter, understand?" I gently threatened him.

"Y-Yeah Fr-Fred!" He promised, big tears of laugh still on his face.

I collapsed on my bed, lying next to him. He looked at me. I looked at him. We began to do a look battle. My eyes began to burn, so I was going to close them, when, miraculously, a little dust landed in Roger's left eye. My blonde mate moaned and closed his two eyes at the same time.

"Loser!" I singed, very proud of me.

"I fucking hate you!" He laughed as he stroke his painful left eye.

Suddenly, the door of our room opened and my sister, Kashmira, appeared, looking at us weirdly. I immediately understand why.

"Roger, are you alright?" She asked, intrigued. "With these screams, I thought that Freddie was torturing you."

We both laughed. Yes, I was torturing him, but in a very soft way. But Roger answered Kash's question before me.

"No don't worry, actually we were working." What was he telling? Working? Seriously? With our postures we looked like we were doing anything except working! Roger was so stupid sometimes...

"Working?" Repeated my sister, absolutely not believing us.

"No, actually-" I began a sentence, but my blonde mate cut me off.

"Freddie needed to improve his arts' skills by drawing his best friend who was laughing... You know our facial features when we laugh are very complicated to draw-" It was clear for me, Roger was a very big idiot.

Kashmira rolled her eyes, annoyed.

"Whatever you two naughty boys did this morning, I just came here to tell my dear brother I was going to help mama at work today." She snapped.

"Nice holiday." I heard Roger mumble. Couldn't he just shut his mouth sometimes?

"That's alright, Kash!" I smiled. "Roger and me will probably go for a walk-" The blonde cut me off again.

""I" not "We", I didn't gave my agreement to go for a walk." He did a grimace. God I was going to kill him.

"Well, if you are seeking me, you know where to find me." Concluded Kasmira, as she left the room.

I thought that when my sister would left the room, Roger would get up and explain me why he woke me up. But nothing happened. He just began to lie under the cover of my bed and to fall asleep.

"God why didn't I have a bed as comfortable as yours!" He complained, as usual.

"I don't know, darling, I don't know..." I sighed, I didn't want to spend the entire day in my room, I wanted to go outside and to do somethings.

"Can I sleep here, tonight?" The blonde asked me.

"No." I retorted. "You don't know hard it was to get a mattress topper!" Shit! I shouldn't have said that!

Roger opened his big blue eyes.

"You have a mattress topper?" His face looked like he had seen a ghost. "HOW DID YOU GET IT? AND HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT I DON'T KNOW THAT?" He yelled in a high-pitched that destroyed my eardrums.

"Hush! Roggie! People will really think I am torturing you if you continue to scream like that!" I whispered. All this drama for a mattress topper?

"I don't care! I want a mattress topper!" He was so childish sometimes. "Do you know how is it to have a fucking backache every times you get up?" Fuck! He was doing the terrible puppies eyes! I couldn't say no to puppies eyes! "You are not that cruel Freddie, are you?" He mimed a fake sobbing noise. That bastard! I couldn't say no to that blonde messed up thing.

"Okay, you win!" I sighed. "Tonight, you sleep in my bed!" When I said that he began to giggle in victory. Why did I say yes already? I was going to regret it.

He collapsed on his- my bed and began to roll himself into the cover. But, suddenly, he looked like he realized something. He got up from my bed confused and lifted the blanket. Shit! I have forgotten that... Roger found a paper that I have "hidden" here. Actually, that wasn't very personal. It just was the map of that place that Kashmira and I created when we were young. For a long time, I used to see it every night, in my dreams, so I have drawn it to remember it.

Roger took the paper with a very confused face. He looked up at me, his blue eyes looking at me in a weird way.

"What's that?" He asked, sounding a little bit scared.

I began to laugh. Sometimes, I really thought that Roger thought I was a satanist or something like that.

"You can open it, Rog. It's just a drawing!" I assured him. He looked at me with a fake suspicion gaze, as he undid the rope of the drawing. My blonde mate unrolled the drawing and looked at it deeply.

"Rhye?" He rode. "What's that?" He asked curiously.

"It's a kind of a Kingdom that Kashmira and I invented when we were young. And, sometimes, I've visited it in my dreams" I told him.

"In your dreams? How the hell can you remember the dreams you do wben you sleep?" He demanded. Sometimes, I was worried for him.

"You know, not everyone has a strange brain like yours." I informed him.

"How dare you-" I cut him off, sometimes, I wonder why we are friends.

"Hush, Blondie, your brain doesn't have the capacity to understand some things." I snapped, sarcastically. Roger did a fake sullen look. I began to stroke his back softly.

"Don't worry, it's alright if you have nothing in your brain..." I provoqued him.

"Shut up!" He yelled, as he jumped on me.

He tackled me on the floor and he looked in my eyes. After a few minutes like that, I decided to interact with my strange roommate.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked him. It was 1:00 PM, and it's been two hours since we woke up and we did absolutely nothing.

"Go for a walk." He retorted. What?

"I thought that you didn't wanted to-" He cut me off one more time.

"I changed of mind, I want to go outside." He got up from me and began to walk to the door. "Are you coming with me?" He demanded, his hand and on the door handle.

I began to laugh hard.

"What's funny?" Roger requested, feeling a little bit ashamed, without knowing why.

"You are still wearing your pyjamas Rog!" I cried of laughter without any control.

He looked at himself and realized it. Roger wasn't blonde for nothing. (A.N. : I'm sorry...)

"Oh fuck it!" He moaned, laughing.

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Roger and I left the University and went for a walk in Kensington. During our first day of vacation, we usually go for a walk in Kensington Gardens. It was a tradition that we have created during our first year as roommates, in the University. The first of our first vacations, Roger proposed me to go for a walk in Kensington, for knowing each other better. We walked in Kensington Gardens a few hours and we became the two besties of the world. It has been two years that we are roommates, now. And I fucking thank the University for made me meet Roger. I really didn't know what could I do without him.

We entered Kensington Gardens and his daily beauty : his flowers, his trees and his green grass that made everyone want to roll himself into it.

In July, Kensington was under his best Sun. And it was more wonderful than the rest of the year.

Roger and I sat under a tree and began to relax ourselves. The University was finish and that was a big relief. I had my year with good grades, just like my blond mate.

As I was looking at the beauty of the landscape, Roger began to get up.

"Where are you going?" I asked him, sleepy.

"Seeking food. Do you want something?" He answered. I have just realized than I didn't have a breakfast and that I was very hungry.

"Yes, please Roggie, bring me whatever you want!" I laughed, answering his smile.

"I'm back in a few." Roger assured me, beginning to walk away.

When I was alone, I began to feel very sleepy and to slowly being taken away in my dreams.

I was in front of that lake, again. Roger wasn't there and I still didn't recognize the place. The distorted figure appeared again. It gave me his hand, but I didn't want to take it. I had a very bad feeling about it. Suddenly, a violent wind began to blow. "Be careful, Farrokh Bulsara, sometimes, wrong choices can create a disaster..." Said his strange voice. I didn't understand : how can this thing know my name? What was it? "Who are you? What do you want?" I wanted to know that badly. Why did this same thing comes visit me every time I sleep? Suddenly, the figure disappeared and I found myself alone in the dark.

I felt the bottom of my pants being pulled. I opened one eye to see a little cat trying to eat the bottom of my pants. It was so cute.

"Hi there, darling! Are you lost?" I asked to the little creature, as I began to gently pet it.

I looked up to the sky and I realized that the Sun had moved a lot. For God's sake! How many time did I sleep? Where was Roger? Why didn't he wake me up? That was weird.

I looked back at the cat and saw that he was pulling my jeans aggressively, like it wanted me to follow him. I got up and saw the cat running away.

I followed him, because I knew that it wasn't scared of me. If that was the case, it wouldn't have run in a specific direction, it would run everywhere and hide in a bush, like a normal cat.

The cat had me following him into the woods. Roger and I never went there, because we had always found this place creepy as hell. I hesitated to follow him, but finally I thought that if a cat brings me here, there was a important reason behind.

We walked through the woods for a long time and I still didn't understand why the cat was bringing me there. But suddenly-

"DON'T HURT ME, PLEASE!" That was definitely Roger! What was happening?

I followed the cat more quickly than before. The adrenaline made me forget how sleepy I was from my nap. I rushed after the cat, with my heart pounding in my chest.

Suddenly, the cat stopped running and I imitated him. There was a big abandoned park in the center of the woods. That was terrifying. I hid myself behind a tree and tried to identify Roger.

Not a long time after, I saw him. He was petrified. I looked in the way of his stare, and... Oh my God...

Was I dreaming or there were a big fucking ogre and with giant creatures? I would have asked my dear Roger, but, with the expression of his face, I had already understood. He was seeing the same things.

Then, everything happened too fast.

"HE IS THE ONE, CATCH HIM!" Ordered the ogre in a loud voice.

I wanted to scream to him to run with all my heart, but I didn't, I was too shocked for that. Roger was immediately tackled to the floor. Encouraged by seeing Roger in difficulty, the creatures ran to him. It looked like a fucking red ants invasion. They hung Roger's arms, legs-

"HELP! FREDDIE!" I heard him shout before the creatures put their dirty hands on his eyes, mouth and completely immobilized him. It was appalling!

"BRING ME HIS VOICE! NOW!" What? His voice? Have I missed an episode? Why did they want Roger's voice?

When I saw that big scary creature beginning to approach my poor terrified blond mate, who was trying to free himself from the creatures hands, I knew that it was time for me to act.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I yelled as I stopped hidding behind my tree, without even thinking. I was stood with my hand on my hips, showing them I wasn't scared (even if it was the case multiplied by a thousand in my head). "OR I CAN ASSURE THAT I WILL..." Fuck! I haven't even thought about that, I was a freaking idiot. How would I fight an ogre which was actually ten times taller than me and an army of big red ants?

The ogre didn't even let me the time to finish my sentence. "CATCH HIM TOO!" It yelled.

Oh fuck! I didn't see that coming! Five big creatures were now running to me! I couldn't move, I was too scared for that. But when I saw this kind of big spider jumping on me...

"DON'T APPROACH ME!" I screamed. After a few seconds I realized that the spider wasn't there any more. Did I kill it? How?

I weirdly looked at myself, searching how did I kill this creature without even touching it. The ogre looked stupefied, but not as I was. I turned around to see that little cat from earlier being attacked by a creature. That made me angrier than ever. Why were they attacking a poor creature without any defenses like this?

I grab a stick and began to knock the monster out with all my might. What an injustice! Hurting a poor innocent cat like that! The cat stood up on his paws and began to purr when he saw me. That was maybe some recognition.

Suddenly, I felt a shadow above me. I was so busy with the cat that I hadn't heard the ogre approaching me. I had nothing to protect myself this time. He grabbed me by the arms and lifted me from the ground. It hurt so much! I moaned and clenched my teeth in pain, but also in fear. That ogre was so terrifying when we looked at him as close as I was. I first began to trying to free myself, but when I looked under me, I realized that it wasn't a good idea.

"I'M GONNA PUT YOU IN PIECES!" Exclaimed the terrible ogre, his voice reasoning into my ears too loudly, as it began to shake me in front of him. It was so painful, that I had tears which began to form into my eyes. My muscles were shouting to the ogre to stop.

It shook me and again, and again, and again, and again...

"AAAAAAAH!" I screamed in pain. When I screamed, a big light took form into my throat and attacked the ogre, which immediately let go of me, shouting.

Was I the one who did that again? I still didn't understand how. The ogre collapsed on the ground, unanimated. I felt exhausted as hell and I also didn't understand why. I jumped in fear when I felt a hand helping me to stand up. But, when I turned around, I saw my beloved Roger. How did he get rid of these creatures alone?

We jumped in each others arms and began to hug for two good minutes. "You're alright?" He asked me, worried. "I think that I am the one who just should ask that, Roger, what did you do to meet these things?" I answered by another question. "It's difficult... WATCH OUT!"

I had just the time to turn around when a big red ant jumped on me and tackled me to the ground. It began to pull my pants violently. So violently that he tore a part and ran away to the ogre, which finally got up, with the piece of my pants.

Roger helped me to get up, without looking away from the ogre. I did the same. It began to walk backwards, looking intimidated. "WE WILL MEET AGAIN, BOYS!" He assured to us, before suddenly disappearing with his creatures.

What had just happened already? I couldn't said to myself it was real because I didn't believe it. Suddenly I saw that Roger was staggering. "Roggie, are you alright?" I asked, worried about him.

"I don't know..." He quietly answered before fainting in my arms. What happened to him?

"Roggie..." I gently shook him, trying to wake him up, but without any success. I began to lift him and to take him in my arms. I'm gonna bring Roger back home... With the cat, of course!

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"Farrokh, are you okay?" That was my father reaction when I told him about what happened to Roger and I. He wanted to bring Roger to the hospital, but I dissuaded him. I wanted Roger to tell me what happened to him when I was sleeping, first.

Roger was lying on our couch, still unconscious. I still didn't understand why he fainted.

"Papa! I know it's hard to believe it, but if I tell you that Roger was attacked by an ogre and big creatures that looked like red ants, which wanted to stole him his voice-" My dad cut me off.

"Farrokh, I don't know what Roger and you drank, but I can assure that what happened is not real!" He began to be angry. What scared me a little, relative to the ogre attack.

"Bomi, calm down, I can assure that our son looks very sober. Why would he invents something like that?" That was my mother, always here to calm the situation. I love her.

My father looked weirdly at me and then at the unanimated Roger next to me. "That's enough, boys!" He said, walking to the telephone.

I got up from the couch, trying to run after my father-

"Freddie..." My blonde mate called me with his sleepy voice. It was so cute. He felt that I wasn't besides him any more.

"I'm here, Rog, I'm here." I walked back to him and began to stroke his blonde hair, as he relaxed completely.

"Where are we, Fred?" He asked me, confused. Roger looked so disoriented.

"We are in my home, Roger, don't worry they can't hurt you here." I tried to reassure him. My blond mate immediately hugged me tightly and I did the same.

"Are you feeling any pain, Roger?" My mother suddenly asked.

"No, don't worry Mrs. Bulsara, I'm fine." He assured to my mother.

My father came back to the living room. "Oh, Roger you woke up." Papa casually said. "So, maybe you can explain to us what happen to Freddie and you, in a better way..." Why didn't my father believe me for God's sake! It was the authentic version, even if I couldn't believe it myself!

"No problem Mr. Bulsara!" Began Roger. "Actually, Freddie and I went for a walk in Kensington Gardens like we do every first day of vacations. We began to install ourselves under a big tree, when Freddie fell asleep. Realizing we didn't have any breakfast, I went seeking food, but the fast-food was closed. So, I was going back to Kensington Gardens, but I failed my way and found myself in the middle of the woods. After a few minutes of not finding the exit, I sat in a abandoned park, and that was when the ogre and his creatures attacked me." My blond mate debited all these informations in a few minutes.

"Okay, absolutely boys, it's okay, boys..." Responded my father, stunned, as he sat down on a chair, holding his head, like if it was about to explose.

"Papa, you must believe us, we are telling the truth!" I exclaimed, hopeless.

"Roger, do you want to call yours parents for telling them what happened and why you are here?" Gently, asked my mother.

"Don't worry Mrs. Bulsara, they are on a business trip, actually." Poor Roger. I knew his mother. If she found him telling a story like that, she was going to kill him verbally. "But, above all, you can congratulate your son for saving my life." He said with a wink. Oh no! How was I going to tell my parents that when I shouted, magic came from my throat? They were gonna think I was really mad.

But, instead of that, my mother smiled at me. "We are so proud of you, Farrokh. Finally, you see that boxing isn't useless!" I was so relieved, they thought that I have fought with my boxing skills. Even if I said that it was actually an ogre, which was ten times my size.

"No Mrs. Bulsara, actually he-" I quietly gave a small kick to Roger's ankle. I had been enough humiliated like that.

"I think that Roger and I will go to my room." I said, as I got up and pulled Roger by the arm, bringing him upstairs.

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"Roger, what did you think? Telling my parents I have magic powers? They already think that I am crazy!" I got angry quietly, as my blond mate was looking at all the drawings on the walls of my room.

"You draw so well! You are so talented!" He exclaimed. Ugh.

"Roger are you listening to me?" I asked him, desperate.

"Freddie, if you want my advice, you should be very proud of you. Even if what happened is weird, you have saved my life!" He sat next to me on my bed.

"I don't know what to think about that..." I mumbled. "I still don't understand what happened and how I did... You know what... It never happened before." I quietly added. I was surely crazy, like my father said.

"Freddie... Don't listen at what your parents said." Advised Roger. So, he could read mind? "Fred... I think that I also did magic..." He confessed. That shocked me.

"H-How?" I asked, confused. He laughed when he saw my disturbed face.

"You know when the creatures tackled me to the ground?" I nodded "Well, while you were fighting the ogre, I don't know what I did, but I concentrated hard... And the creatures immediately released me..." He told. Incredible! If Roger was also magic, it was a big coincidence that we found ourselves in the same room at the University...

"Freddie, I think that I understand something." Suddenly said Roger. "Remember, I was very scared when the creatures attacked me and, after a few minutes, they released me. It was the same for you, I guess you were very scared when that ugly ogre lifted you by the arms..." He was right. If we really had powers, they triggered themselves when we were scared... Fuck! That was so weird!

My door slowly opened and Kashmira quietly penetrated the room.

"Boys, I heard what you were talking about and... I might be the only one who believes you..." Wow. Kashmira was talking to us in a serious way? What was happening?

"Kash, what do you mean?" I asked my sister, worried about her.

Kasmira looked at me and Roger. "Freddie, you know the drawings of Rhye we did when we were young?" She answered by another question, as she took her map of Rhye out of her pocket. "Well, first, I thought that I was dreaming, but, look at that boys." Kashmira displayed the map on the floor of my room. That was strange. This map looked really more detailed that the map we did when were younger. Then, she concentrated very hard and moved her hands above the map. Roger and I thought she was making fun of us.

But, suddenly the map began to have a reflect, like liquid water. That was clear, Kashmira was a wizard, exactly like us.

"Brilliant..." Roger said. "Scary, but brilliant..." He added, stunned.

"And take a look at this!" She quietly exclaimed, as she put her feet into the map, which really turn into a liquid thing. Then, all her body began to dug into the map.

"Kash!" I yelled in anticipation, my hand covering my mouth.

"Don't worry, Fred. You and Roger just have to do the same thing as me!" That was the last thing she said, before disappearing into the map. Roger and I looked at each other, swallowing difficulty.

"That's our destiny, Fred..." Said my blond mate before imitating what Kashmira did a few seconds ago.

When Roger had disappeared, I did the same thing. It was a so weird sensation. Like if I was drowning into quicksand.

When all my body passed the map, I collapsed into the greenest grass I have ever seen. I slowly looked up and saw Kashmira and I's dream world. There was the White Queen's castle in front of us and I could also see the Troll Mountains behind. It was so more wonderful than in my dreams.

Roger's eyes were widened. Even if he didn't know that place as good as Kashmira and I knew it, he seemed amazed by the landscape.

"That's wonderful I-" I tried to do a sentence, as I began to walk to the White Queen's castle. But Kashmira grab me by the wrist.

"Freddie, it could be dangerous to go further now, if someone sees us as the stranger we are, we will probably finish our days into a jail!" Kashmira warned me. She was right and we also couldn't left mama and papa alone, even if this landscape was the most beautiful of the world... Oh yes, I forgot, Rhye wasn't in our world. In our world, there only were works and University.

"And how can we leave this place, Kash?" Asked Roger.

My sister giggled. "Nothing more simple than to jump!" She exclaimed at the same time she jumped and disappeared into Rhye's sky. I reluctantly did the same thing. A few seconds later, we were back in my room.

"That's so fantastic-"

BOOM !

Roger was interrupted by a big noise coming from downstairs. Shit ! Mama and papa were there, what was happening. Kashmira, Roger and I immediately went down the stairs. And then-

"HERE THEY ARE!" This terrible ogre and his creatures were back! How is it possible? How did they found us? The ogre was looking right at a terrified Roger, who couldn't move any more, frightened by the fear. And above all this disaster, a new monster made his apparition and it was a blue troll, probably the most terrifying of all the monsters here.

When I looked closely to the troll, I understood how they found us so quickly. The troll had the part of my pants in his hand, and if we listen to what I rode when I was younger, the troll had a very good sense of smell. They arrived here because of me. God, I felt so stupid right now.

My poor parents were trembling like hell in each others arms. They didn't have the right to hurt them. But Roger seemed more reactive. He gathered all his courage and kicked the troll in the face.

The troll groaned in pain, as he held the part of his face where Roger had kicked.

"WHAT AN IDIOT! HURT BY A BLONDIE!" Got angry the ogre.

"Yes, but I'm not whichever Blondie!" Retorted my blond mate, in provocation.

That made the monsters entered in a big anger. "Freddie! Kashmira! They are too numerous, we need to separate them!" That was right. I didn't know that Roger could be smart, sometimes.

"I have a plan!" Proposed my sister. "Roger, you make diversion with the ogre, Freddie, try to get away the big red ants, and I will try to call down the troll, right?" We didn't have more time to think for another plan.

"Right Kash!" Roger and I said together.

I ran to the red ants. "By here, my darlings!" I coaxed them and they immediately followed me without any hesitation when I precipitated myself outside. Okay, nice, and now, what should I do to get rid of them? I didn't even had the time to think that the troll collapsed on the creatures. Alright then.

Then, I saw a saucepan with four legs made his way towards me. What was that? The saucepan adhere my legs from behind. I lifted the saucepan and found my beloved cat hidden inside.

"Nice armor, darling!" I giggled before put the saucepan back on the ground.

Exactly at the same time I was thinking that we were going to be okay, Roger crossed violently the glass of the living room's window, breaking it.

"Oh my God, Roggie, are you alright?" I ran towards him, there was some big pieces of glass embedded in his skin and he was bleeding a little at some places.

"Don't worry Fred, I'm alright-" The big ogre got out from the house, by destroying the door at the same time.

"I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, BLONDIE!" He yelled, looking excited. He grabbed Roger with his big hand.

"ROG!" I shouted in anticipation. Roger was literally squirming against the big dirty hand of the monster.

"HELP ME! FREDDIE! KASHMIRA! SOMEONE HELP!" Screamed my blond mate in fear.

"THAT'S ALRIGHT I'M JUST GONNA BRING YOU TO RHYE, LITTLE BLONDIE, SOME PEOPLE NEED YOURSELF!" No, no, no that couldn't finish like that! I couldn't leave that monster taking my best friend away like this, in front of my eyes!

"PUT HIM DOWN IMMEDIATELY!" Ah. There was Kashmira. "WE HAVE ALREADY PUT YOUR TROLL K.O., WE CAN DO THE SAME THING WITH YOU!" She yelled to the ogre. Wow. She beat a troll herself... With Roger, we were two and didn't even touch the ogre.

"WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO LITTLE ONE?" Provocated the ogre, laughing. My sister didn't break the eye-contact, when she leaned down to me.

"Sing, Freddie!" She ordered me. I didn't understand. Singing? Really? How can my sing destroy an ogre like that? "Come on Fred, don't ask any questions and sing your heart out!" I gulped, I really didn't know how can this help, but whatever, I made confidence to my dear sister.

"AY-OOH!" I yelled. That was weird. I felt something forming into my throat.

"Continue Freddie!" Encouraged my sister.

"DE DOH DE DOH DE DOH DE DOH DE DOH!" I felt the thing in my throat growing. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY-OH!" I shouted with all my heart and a shiny thing escaped from my throat and hit the ogre right in the chest. He stumbled a little before completely collapsing on the ground. It was incredible, if I had a magic power, it was... My voice?

With Kashmira, we helped Roger to free himself from the ogre grip. This time, he didn't fainted, but he looked very hurt, with the pieces of glass everywhere on him.

The ogre tried to get up, but without any success. "WE WILL MEET AGAIN, I PROMISE!" He assured to us, before disappearing with the troll.

This time, I think that mama and papa will believe me and Roger.

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While mama and Kashmira were healing Roger, I had a discussion with my father, as we were cleaning the living room. He finally believed me, but was also really worried about me, Kashmira and Roger. He didn't want them to attack us again and I understood him, but now that I identified the origins of my power, I could protect myself a little bit better than before.

"And also Farrokh..." When papa began a sentence like that, it usually not good. "Kashmira told me that she found a portal to go to the kingdom you invented when you were children... And... She envisaged to go explore it with you and Roger." Oh my God! That was so great! I couldn't imagine it! I have always wanted to go to Rhye, but I didn't know that my sister had a free access to go there, without any limits! "Farrokh, I want you three to think clearly about the decision you will take, you saw it by yourself, there are dangerous things there and you could get hurt..." I began to get really worried about us.

"Don't worry, Mr. Bulsara!" Suddenly said Roger with bandages wrapped around some parts of his body. "I will make sure your two children are okay and don't make bad things." I wanted to explode of laughter. If there was someone who can't retain anybody to do that, it was Roger! He is usually the first to create the bad idea, where everybody get hurt.

"So, you are ready to go into our dream kingdom, Fred?" Asked Kashmira in a determined way.

"More than ever!" I assured to her.

My sister began to concentrate and to move his hands in a weird way. After a few seconds, a ball of light appeared and opened a portal to another dimension. My magic dimension. Rhye.

"Please children, be careful!" Cried my mother, as she threw herself in Kashmira and I arms.

"Don't worry, mama, we will communicate with you and papa as soon as we can!" She gently reassured mama

We all turned around, facing the portal.

"Ready Freddie?" Asked Roger.

"Yeah, let's go!"

Kashmira went into the portal first, then Roger and finally, me. Before going into the portal I waved to my parents, I was going to miss them so much. But, I left my body being carried by a big shiny magic tornado.

It was the beginning of a new departure...

#queen band #queen fanfiction #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #roger taylor #fantasy au #queen

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Let’s Talk About Sex

Chapter 2 Intermission Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit. HUUUUGEEE shoutout to the BP groupchat for not only always keeping me entertained but for feelin me on this fic lmao. I’m so glad I’m not the only one who feel this way. Also shoutout to Poosy for her word contribution lmao.

A/N: Ya’ll…. this really the shit that be going thru my mind lmfao like this really what I think about XD. I tried color coding the dialogue because I thought it would be too confusing but then I failed so fuck it XD. Also, it may seem like some of the words are grammatically incorrect or misspelled n the dialogue but it’s because I wanted you to read it like you would a text or message to better understand the delivery.

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿n uhhhhh yeah sit back and enjoy the journey 😂😂😂😂

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Okayyy… you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You fidget nervously, fingers sweating between the joints, your heart skipping beats while you keep your eyes locked with Erik’s.

“Alright on three. One…two…three!”

At the same time, both of you flip over your papers, holding them out in front of you to show each other.

Your eyes eagerly scan over Erik’s paper, mind quickly gobbling up all the information the printed form had to offer you.

Your brain checked off each result as it read through:

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Patient: STEVENS, ERIK Gender: MALE Age: 26 DOB: 08/16/1992

COMPREHENSIVE STD PANEL RESULTS:

CHLAMYDIA NEGATIVE

GONORRHEA NEGATIVE

HIV TYPE 1 NON -REACTIVE

HIV TYPE 2 NON -REACTIVE

HERPES TYPE 1 NEGATIVE

HERPES TYPE 2 NEGATIVE

SYPHILIS RPR NEGATIVE

HEPATITIS A VIRUS ANITBODY NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS B VIRUS ANTIBODY NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS C VIRUS ANTIBODY NON -REACTIVE

Thank you for choosing Planned Parenthood.

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A huge sigh of relief releases from your chest, sounding like a gush of wind as it escapes through your lips.

“Oh okay, so thats how u feel,” Erik griped, giving you a side eye look.

You ignore him, not even bothering to look for his reaction at your results, knowing they were all negative like you both knew they’d be.

Just as quickly as it left, your anxiety came rearing back as you snatched his test from his hands to take a closer look, eyes wide. “Wait! What does Non - Reactive mean?!”

“So you just gon ignore me then.”

“That means negative right? Where’s my phone!” your hands swing out to the sides to blindly feel around the couch before scooping up your device.

“-_____- really.”

“Okay! Okay, google says a non-reactive result means…” You mumbled over the quick-definition google supplied as you looked for the important bits, scanning between the paper and your phone. “ … and that no anti-bodies were found! So no!”

“Omg.”

You do a little happy dance as you double check to make sure all five tests define non reactive in the same way while Erik rolls his eyes.

“Y/N you fr googled that.”

“Yes nigga! Sexual health is important and I wanna make sure I’m clear and confident in my understanding of the results!”

“Okay, well, you makin a nigga feel bad n shit gettin all worried over his test results. What, you don’t trust me baby?” Erik looks at you, and his face is pouted downcast, almost looking like a adorably sad pitbull.

“Aww baby no!” You deny, immediately throwing your arms around him to comfort him, pecking his forehead with annoying kisses as you smush his face into your chest. He grumbly accepts your kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“But I mean…. you was kinda a thotpocket back in the day tho..” You joke, shrugging, and he playfully pushes you back and sucks his teeth.

“Mann stfu. You just acting all extra cuz your body count lower.”

“Erik, for the last time, I’ve never had sex before.” You say, crossing your arms to help your statement seem more serious than you felt. Erik was always messing with you, saying he couldn’t believe that you’d never had sex before at 25, and that there was just no way.

“Nah.” He states simply.

Your neck reels back a little bit.

“Wachu mean Nah??” You get ready to defend your undefiled past and the normalcy of 20+ virgins when he leans forward to nibble on your neck, distracting you.

“I mean..” He pulls your waist against him and reaches back to grab two handfuls of ass as he keeps nibbling.

“…nah, ain’t no fuckin way you this damn fine and you ain’t ever had nobody at least worship for hours between these thighs.” He rubs all over you, fingers gliding across the beautiful curves and body rolls that covered your voluptuous frame as he presses hungry kisses with delicious pressure against your throat.

“Nigga, you’re corny as fuck.” you try to insult him, but he gives a fat wet lick right above your collarbone that feels so good, and he squeezes your ass at the breathy moan that slips out of your mouth.

He pauses his ministrations on your body and pulls back from you, chuckling and shaking his head a little before resting his forehead against yours.

“What?” You ask him, thinking he’s poking fun at you. While you may have technically been a virgin, you and Erik had definitely been routinely messing around a lot.

In between your latest heavy petting and make out sessions, Erik had a bet going to see how quickly he could get you to moan without sticking his hands down your pants. He bet 30 seconds, you bet 45. So far you hadn’t been able to make it past 38.

“You’re the horniest, freakiest, yet most innocent virgin I’ve ever met.”

A part of you wanted to ask just how many virgins he’d met, but you decided to nip your jealous possessive side in the bud before it could get the better of you. It wasn’t time for her right now.

He leans back to look you in the face, his eyes pulling at the corners exposing the teasing smile he was trying to hide.

“Umm excuse me?! What do you mean innocent? If I recall correctly, didn’t I just have you creaming your bitch ass pants the other week from just grinding on you?” You throw at him, triumphantly crossing your arms and looking down at him.

“Why they gotta be bitch ass tho.”

When you’re heavy petting session last week had suddenly turned into a full blown dry grinding competition, Erik had been so caught off guard by the intensity he actually came all over himself inside his brand new black velvet joggers he’d just bought (in your defense, the velvet did feel really nice against the thong you had on).

The bewildered look on his face made you laugh so hard, you actually keeled over and fell off the arm of the couch. He was over it at that point, storming off to the bathroom muttering threats about ‘getting that ass back,”, hence the bet you were currently losing.

“Also, lets not act like you not the same girl who can’t even watch male masturbation videos without making a face.”

“First of all there’s nothing sexy about seeing a dude jack off, so you can stop right there.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen ME jack off.” He jokes crudely. “Bet money I’d have your mouth watering within the first five strokes.”

“Probably watering because I’m bout to throw up,” You giggle childishly, a goofy grin on your face.

“Aight Y/N, you keep talking all that shit and we gon see who really still bout that action once I get them panties off.”

Your giggles come to a screeching halt as you gasp, and he buries his teeth in the side of your neck, his hands starting to wonder down south into the back of your compression shorts.

You fight hard not to moan again this time while he chews lightly on your neck when you suddenly start to feel self conscious.

You unconsciously start squirming around on top of him, both in pleasure and slight confusion as he massages your cheeks, one in each hand, pulling and scrunching them between his fingers. Your anxiety starts to slowly creep back up on you, and when he draws a line with his finger down your panties between your cheeks, you involuntarily clench up and yelp just as he reaches your taint. The feeling was stuck somewhere being too good yet too much at the same time. You damn near squeezed his finger to death before it could even reach its destination.

“Okay look,” you pull back, trying to reason with both him and your body. You didn’t mean to get jumpy all of a sudden but it’s like your muscles had a mind of their own.

“Baby wassup?” He immediately stops his movements and pulls his hands from you. “Did I hurt you?!” He immediately switched over from his sexually deviant demeanor to his overprotective one, concern lining his face.

“No, no baby your fine I’m just,” You blow out a breath, a little embarrassed by how twitchy you just got, and you try to shake it off by laughing at yourself.

It’s not like Erik had never groped you there before, but for some reason it felt 10x more serious now that you both basically had the green light since you’d received your test results back.

You knew both of you would almost immediately try to jump each other’s bones once you’d get the chance, but now that it was here it’s like the part of your brain that was previously occupied with worries of false negatives and unclear test results had been replaced with insecurities you didn’t even realize you had until this very moment.

“What? You good?” Erik was still studying your face, trying to see where your head was at.

“Yeah, yeah, no I’m good,” You close your eyes and nod quickly, “I just…umm…”, you’re face grows hot as you try to get out the next words, “.. I just got a little…. nervous…??” You peek an eye open. “I guess???”

You were trying so hard to relax and let go of your anxiety, but you just couldn’t stop feeling so nervous. Especially not when you started to worry about what he might think about it.

“Can I uh.. maybe take a shower first? Or something?” You said trying to gear the conversation back into a normal flow. If you could just take a shower real quick…

“Yeah, of course, but what’s this about?” He still looked at you, eyeing you cautiously.

“I just don’t feel clean right now,” you say, making up excuses trying to find a way out of his wandering hands.

“Y/N, I just finished rubbing your clit in the car ride over here, what do you mean you’re not clean? Are you worried that I’m worried about that?” he asks you, not believing you’re serious about this.

“I meannn, it’s been like 30 minutes tho.” You lie.

“Y/N, I don’t care about that. I’m tryna see how you taste now and then. I don’t care if you still have cum on you, I’m eating that too.”

“Okay well I have to go to the bathroom, so..” You try to move off of him and onto the floor but he holds you still, not letting you escape.

Erik sighs. “Y/N, whats really goin on? It’s okay, you can tell me.” His eyes shift between yours like he’s trying to find the answer. “If you’re not ready to have sex yet, that’s okay. We don’t have to do this today baby.” He rubs at your legs tenderly, trying to comfort you.

“No, it’s not that, I just…” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for your next words. “I wanted to shave first. Because I have hair.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shave? I just felt how trimmed you were-”

“Not that part.” You state plainly, hoping he’d catch your drift but have enough decency not to make it too obvious once he did.

“Y/N, I swear to god if you say legs I’m gonna-”

“Oh my God Erik my asshole, okay! I need to shave my asshole!” Your face is burning now from the embarrassment of having to say that out loud to your boyfriend and you feel like melting right into the couch into a puddle of nothingness.

The silence only lasts two seconds, but its one second too long for you and you try and scramble off his lap to go hide in the bathroom in shame. A gigantic bark of laughter breaks through from Erik’s chest, and it scares the life out of you, causing you to accidentally stumble onto the floor.

Erik’s doubled over in laughter now, tears threatening his eyes and you almost think he’s laughing at you when he rolls off the couch after you, laying his heavy body on top of yours and pinning you to the floor to keep you from getting away. He gets his last bits of laughter out with his face buried in your middle, and when he finally calms down he looks up, resting his chin on your torso.

“Y/N,” He states, looking at you.

“Erik.” you answer, avoiding his eyes.

“Y/N.” He leans in closer to you.

You clear your throat, still looking off somewhere else. “What Erik.”

“Do you really honestly think that some ass hair is gonna gross me out. Do you really think that?” He’s still smiling, looking at you with so much amusement and pure love in his eyes.

When he puts it that way, it makes you feel a little ridiculous thinking about how weird you just got over body hair.

“I mean… kinda?” You say honestly, and you finally look back at him.

“I know it seems stupid but I feel like thats not..”

“Normal?” He supplies for you. You nod your head in agreement.

“Baby,” he softly says, “Ass hair is totally normal. You know that.”

You did. “But I still feel like no one ever talks about it, and you never see it in porn. Not even the homemade ones.” Yeah sure it was normal but it still felt like this dirty ugly thing no one was supposed to speak about.

“Babygirl a lot of people have ass hair. Shit, I have ass hair. Most of the girls I’ve been with had ass hair.” He chuckles again a little, comfortable with the topic you were so afraid was gonna be awkward.

Your ears prick up at his last sentence, and you lean up a little bit. Something he said caught your attention and you looked at him intently.

“Really?” You ask, looking him in the eyes.

“Really what?” He looks at you confused.

“Really, most of the girls you’ve been with had ass hair?” You look up at him, so shocked.

“Yeah. And the ones who didn’t were always waxed anyway. I promise you baby, its not a weird thing.” He assures you, trying to make sure you really understood him.

You sat there for a second, looking off into space as your thoughts started working. And then just like that, your mind all but cleared itself as realization finally dawned on you. And you started laughing.

Not a single part of you could really care how many chicks Erik had slept with, you were just so glad that almost all of them had ass hair just like you did. You were honestly so grateful that he told you that last part, otherwise you would have never been sure whether or not you really believed him when he said it didn’t bother him.

In this one, small, truly insignificant instance with Erik, you were for once really glad you weren’t an exception to the rule.

Erik joins in your humble laughter, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You close your eyes and kiss back, returning it with softer slower kisses as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.

After a minute he breaks away, letting his forehead rest against yours.

“I really love you Y/N. And the fact that you want me to be the one to share this experience with you makes me feel really lucky,”. He rolls you both over onto your side on the floor, giving your body a break from his heavy frame, and to be able to look at you better.

“I’d never jeopardize what we have for something as trivial as body hair. I mean, sometimes I still can’t even believe that I really get to call you all mine, and I just refuse to believe that nobody else has been able to see what’s been so obvious to me from the beginning.”

Erik shuffles around nervously under your gaze, and this time he’s the one trying to avoid your eyes. You could tell he was in a really vulnerable state, not only from his body language but also with how he was trying to verbally express himself. It was always really difficult for the both of you to say how you felt about each other, not because you didn’t know the words, but because for some reason they always seemed to sound wrong in your ears once they came out your mouth.

You, however, knew exactly what he was trying to say, because he’d said it before. Not with words, but with actions.

Ever since Erik met you a year ago he’d done just about everything he could think of to let you know that he was all about you. Constant flirting, unexpected phone calls, surprise gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. It had thrown you off at first because you’d never been in a relationship before, so you couldn’t figure out if he was playing with you or not.

It took three whole months of nearly daily texting, dinner dates, late night car drives and ugly pre-work facetime calls (he swears you always looked beautiful, but the never ending eye crust you were always finding kept you second guessing) for you to finally take him seriously.

After a long conversation with yourself about taking chances and ‘trusting the universe’, you let yourself fall head first into the completely new experience of a relationship with Erik. You were determined to come out the other side just as soft and open-hearted as you were going into it, refusing to let whatever experience you had turn you cold to the idea of romantic love.

And so far, the experience had been everything you could’ve hoped for, and so much more.

Sure, there were bad days, and you were still too stubborn and he was too bossy and you both definitely needed to learn to listen more. But you were sohappy. And for the first time, you felt something with him you hadn’t been able to feel in a really long time. You felt secure.

So Erik didn’t need to say anything else, because you already knew exactly what he what he was trying to say.

He shifted his eyes again, about to open his mouth to try again and clarify when you cup his face in your hand, running a thumb over his lips to shush him.

“It’s okay Erik. I know.”

And you did.

The truth was, before him, you’d never really let anyone get close enough to try and be with you in a romantic way. You were always brushing off advances you thought were too good to be true and downplaying the other person’s feelings, no matter how hard you felt yours. For a long time you thought that maybe you weren’t supposed to end up with anyone at all, and that your life journey was supposed to be about learning how to be on your own instead or something.

While you didn’t consider romance to be a super important part of life, you always wondered if maybe there was something that you were missing out on. You almost felt broken sometimes, like maybe there was just something about you that made you unworthy of being loved and cherished the way you saw your friends and family being by their significant others.

It took a lot of hard work and self reflection for you to finally get away from your negative thoughts, and you still struggled from time to time, but you were doing a lot better.

Being with Erik didn’t solve your problems, or cure your self doubt, or make you feel ‘complete’, but it did make you feel really warm and safe inside, and neither of you were willing to give up that feeling.

So he was right. He really did get to call you all his in every sense of the word. You took a chance on love, and you were lucky enough to fall into it with someone who shared just as much passion as you did. You’d be crazy not to give something like that your all.

Both of you lay there on the floor, looking into each others eyes with a level of understanding and comfort you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to truly explain. He holds your hand drawing heart shapes into your palm, the only sound being your favorite Spotify playlist that you didn’t realize was playing off in the background somewhere.

You’d been working on that playlist since before you even met Erik, song choices ranging from early 70′s love songs to present day baby makers. It was your sex playlist. Even if you weren’t in the mood most of your favorite songs were on there.

“When did it start playing music?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion, peeking around for the source of the speakers.

“When I was trying to seduce your jumpy ass on the couch,” he answers matter-of-factly.

“N’Jadaka Stevens, were you trying to woo me?!” You tease him, poking at his stomach trying to tickle him a little bit.

He suck his teeth, caught. “Ok, maybe I was. So what?’

“Awww…” you say dramatically, making a show of it. You pause for a second “… gay ass.”

He laughs, mushing your face away, grinning like a little boy.

“Whatever. Shut your goofy ass up and come over here and lose this bet again.” He says, fake annoyed, and gets up to sit back on the couch, pulling you with him. You settle into his lap, resting your arms in place around his shoulders.

He starts placing soft kisses on your shoulders, starting off slowly. You already knew how this was gonna go and you throw your head back, whining.

“Ugh, I’m tired of losing this game dammit,” You huff to cover up the moan you already felt creeping up your throat. “Can’t we just skip to the fun part pleasee?”

You amp it up a little by plastering on an obnoxiously toothy smile, and he purposely ignores you to keep from faltering under your heart-melting grin.

“Mmmm…” He fake thinks about it for a moment, moving his lips up to the crook of your neck to tickle you with the vibrations. “No.”

Before you even get the chance to pout he scoops up your face in his hand, squeezing a little to make your lips poke out cutely.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even start that shit.” He deadpans. “If you want me to fuck you, you need to open up your mouth and say it. Otherwise sit back and hush and let me warm up my dinner.”

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Warnings: A lil cheesy, a lil corny, a lil cliché, a lil fluffy. Just a lil of errthang XD. Also! Dare I say… romance?!?! (O.o)

Oh yeah this is a new series. Did I forget to mention that?

“Homie, how tf you gonna make a whole new series and you can’t even finish the ones you ha-”

Hush now child.

#lets not drag me for something i can't explain XD XD XD XD #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther #bp #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom #TheHomieFics #l.t.a.s.

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calligraphist-artemisia · 5 years

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Across Time and Space (Chapter 5)

Summary: Sequel to I’ll Take Her Place. Slav is showing off a piece of experimental equipment, when it malfunctions and blasts Katie and Keithir to another universe. At the same time, it drags Pidge and Keith over into theirs, effectively swapping places. With their fate resting in the hands of Slav, will they be able to get back home? Or are they stuck to live the rest of their lives in the wrong universe?

Also posted on AO3 and fanfiction.net under the username “kishirokitsune”.

Sorry this one's a few days late! After only having two short chapters for the last updates and then taking a week off for Kidgeweek, I thought you all deserved something longer. I hope you all enjoy it!

Edit 6/6/19 - fixed a mistake where I left out an entire line of Hunk’s dialogue (where he’s teasing Lance about snoring)

Chapter 5

ORBITING OLKARION – CASTLE OF LIONS

“You have a son?” Hunk asked softly.

He and Lance had been rendered speechless with surprise after the newest revelation, which also included the fact that Keithir was Galra royalty.

Keithir tugged a small, violet colored device from his pocket and tapped at the screen for a moment before passing it over to Hunk. “His name is Yorak.”

Hunk “aww'd” over the picture, which was of Keithir and a small Galra child perched on his shoulders, both grinning at the camera. He took a few ticks to look it over before handing it to Lance.

Lance cocked his head to the side. “Don't take this the wrong way, but he doesn't look anything like you, Katie.”

“He's adopted,” Katie explained, amused. “There was an outcry from some of the Galra when we got married. They worried that any cub we had would be too human to lead, so when the opportunity to adopt Yorak came up, we took it.”

“He's the nephew of my father's top commander. Yorak's parents were killed in a raid on one of the outlying colonies, but his uncle isn't the best with kids, so he asked us,” Keithir said, taking the device back from Lance.

“Your reality sounds so nice. No war, you two are married with a kid...” Hunk paused. “But what about us? I mean, the Hunk and Lance of your world. You haven't talked much about them.”

Lance brightened up. “Yeah! Am I married? Is she pretty? I mean, obviously, since it's me-” (Hunk snorted in amusement.) “-but is she?”

Katie covered her mouth to hide her grin.

Keithir put his device away, while struggling to keep his composure. “Ah, well... you're both happily married,” he said elusively, kind of enjoying dragging it out.

“Yes!” Lance happily pumped a fist in the air. “What's she like? I wonder if she's someone I'll meet in the future. Or maybe I already know her! Is it Allura?”

Hunk stared at them with wide eyes. “I'm married?”

“On a serious note, are you both sure you want to know?” Katie asked. “We already know how different our realities are, and I don't want to make things weird for all of you. Just because it happened one way for u, doesn't mean it'll be the same for you.”

“Now I really want to know,” Lance said, eagerly leaning forward.

Hunk looked a little more apprehensive about what they had to say, but there was still a burning curiosity there that made him want to know. “It'll be nice to hear what we're like in a reality that isn't mind controlled by Alteans, like in that one that we ended up in a few months back. Not that we ever actually saw ourselves there. Just this odd version of Shiro...”

That statement nearly derailed the entire conversation, except Hunk refused to say another word about it. It was a sneaky tactic and as frustrating as it was to have a potential answer for how to get home, Katie mentally applauded him for that bit of cunning.

“We're revisiting that,” Katie told him.

Hunk nodded.

Keithir looked as though he was about to demand carrying on with that line of conversation right then and there, but with a look from Katie he stayed quiet. They had teased Hunk and Lance enough and they deserved to get their answers. Then the two could tell them more about their other interaction with a different reality.

“When we left, the two of you were visiting Nalquod to renew your wedding vows for a fourth time,” Katie said, giving them a moment to process the information.

“I, uh,” Lance stammered, looking wide-eyed at Hunk. He cleared his throat, struggling for a moment, and then gave his friend a lopsided grin. “Anything you want to tell me, buddy?”

Hunk appeared mildly uncomfortable. “I don't – I mean, not anymore! There was this teeny little crush I had, but I'm over that, I swear!”

There was a moment of silence as Lance gaped at him. Clearly that wasn't a response he had expected. He recovered fairly quickly and jokingly responded with: “I can't say I blame you. I am pretty cool.”

Hunk let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and relaxed, relieved he hadn't messed things up between them with his revelation. It felt good to come clean after hiding it for so long. “Yeah, you are. Unfortunately, you also snore and that's why I knew we wouldn't work.”

“I don't snore!” Lance protested.

“As the person who was your roommate at the Garrison, I'm uniquely qualified to say that yes, you do,” Hunk teased.

“Oh yeah? Well you-! You, uh...” Lance paused as he tried to think of a good comeback. “You hoard food and don't share!”

Hunk gasped in mock outrage.

Katie and Keithir sat back and enjoyed listening to their friendly banter back and forth. As much as they wanted to hear a possible solution to their problem, they understood their friends needed a few minutes to reassure one another that nothing was going to be weird between them.

“You know, I don't think we ever told Shiro about Sven,” Hunk said, seemingly out of the blue. He shared a glance with Lance, who followed along with the change of topic with an easy shrug.

“That whole day was weird. It's kind of like we all agreed to never talk about it again without actually saying we'd never talk about it again,” Lance said. “Because, honestly, Shiro's alternate self was probably the least weird thing about it.”

That was it.

That was what Katie and Keithir were waiting for.

“You guys saw an alternate reality and got back home on your own?” Katie asked, sounding amazed. “How did you do it? Tell me everything!”

“It all started when we picked up on this Altean distress signal...”

ALTEA – CASTLE OF LIONS

Someone was knocking at the door.

Pidge wasn't sure how she should handle it. Allura had payed them another visit to bring them food and an update, promising that she'd have more answers in the morning, which Pidge assumed meant they were being left alone for the night.

So who was knocking at the door? And why was Keith taking so long in the bathroom? She knew he liked to be alone, but it was getting ridiculous.

She stood, glancing at the bathroom and then to the main door as whoever was there knocked again. “H-hello? Allura, is that you?”

“Katie?”

Not Allura.

And not Shiro either. Or anyone she whose voice she recognized.

What was she going to do? Allura and Shiro specifically said they wanted to keep the number of people who knew about the switch to a minimum; understandable, given that Keith was a Galra prince in that reality.

Had she stayed quiet, she could have just ignored them until they went away, but it would be rude to do that after speaking up.

“Just a second!” Pidge called out, hoping that Keith would wonder what all of the noise was about and come out to help her.

No such luck.

Pidge quietly grumbled as she shuffled over to the door, where she took a deep breath and stood up straight before opening it. A tall man with salt-and-pepper hair and the faint trace of a beard stood on the other side, blinking down at her with oddly familiar eyes. He stared for a moment and Pidge shifted, thoroughly uncomfortable.

“Sorry,” he blurted out, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Shiro told me what was goin' on and that I shouldn't bother you, but I had to come down and make sure you kids are alright.”

The automatic response of “we're okay” hung on the tip of Pidge's tongue even as she tried to puzzle out who the man was. He was human, that much was obvious, but beyond that she honestly had no idea. She ended up giving no answer as Keith exited the bathroom at long last.

She turned to face him when she heard the click of the bathroom door in time to watch him go perfectly still, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of the man standing in the doorway. He swallowed thickly and (to Pidge's immense surprise) tears welled up in his eyes.

“Dad?” he asked, his voice breaking.

Pidge's heart clenched as she registered the pain in his voice. She could only step aside and watch, feeling as though she was witnessing something so deeply personal that it would be wrong for her to stay, as Keith broke down and his dad strode across the room to comfort him.

But Pidge had no place to go. All she could do was watch, helpless to do anything.

She reached up and rubbed her eyes, blinking back her own tears that threatened to fall. In that moment, listening to Keith try and talk, she began to realize just how little she knew about her teammate.

Hunk and Lance talked about their interests and families all the time and she'd heard so many stories of Shiro from her dad and Matt; even Allura and Coran, when they were in the right mood, would tell stories of Alfor and the way things were on Altea.

But Keith had always stayed quiet. Everything she knew about him was what she observed for herself and when it came down to it, it wasn't enough.

“It's alright, son. It's alright. I'm here now,” said Keith's dad.

Pidge didn't know how long they'd be stuck there, but she was going to use that time to her full advantage. She'd get to know him better and convince Allura to let him spend more time with his dad, on top of helping Slav with whatever he needed. It was a lot, and she was sure she'd find more to add to her list, but she had the determination and drive to see it through.

Keith spent an hour talking to his dad and recovering from the shock of getting to see him again. He never could have imagined being in a reality where he was still alive, but there he was: older, but still the same as he remembered.

Saying goodbye felt like an impossible task, even with the promise of another visit, and the moment his dad walked out of the room, Keith sank down onto the bed, completely drained.

A few seconds later, the space next to him dipped down as Pidge settled in next to him.

With a start, Keith realized she'd been in the room all along and he hadn't once stopped to consider how uncomfortable she must have felt standing there and watching. He guiltily looked over at her. “I'm sorry, Pidge.”

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” she asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“I – the whole thing with my dad. I didn't think.” He had no idea how to properly put it into words. He just knew that apologizing was the right thing to do.

Wasn't it?

Pidge frowned. “What? Keith, no. You don't have to be sorry for that! He's your dad! I'll admit I wasn't expecting that and next time I'll leave the room, but that's not something you need to apologize for. If anything, I feel bad that I couldn't give you more privacy.”

“That's not your fault either,” Keith pointed out.

He started to see what she meant though; neither of them were at fault. They were rooming together under strange circumstances and all they could do was their best, which meant that he needed to pull it together.

He'd never been the best at that without a little help, but he though he could do it for Pidge's sake.

She smiled up at him. “It's getting late. We should sleep.”

“Oh, yeah,” Keith responded, getting up to look around some more. There had to be some extra blankets somewhere. Or maybe he could use a couple of towels? It wouldn't be ideal for sleeping, but it was better than nothing.

“Keith, what are you doing?”

“You can take the bed,” Keith said, debating with himself over whether or not it was right to go through the closet. Even if it did belong to another version of him, it still felt like an invasion of privacy to open up something so personal.

“And where will you sleep? On the floor?” Pidge asked, sounding as though the very thought was absurd.

When Keith turned back to her, it was to the sight of her rolling her eyes.

“And what would you suggest?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Pidge mirrored his pose. “In the bed.”

Keith's jaw dropped. Had he heard that right? She couldn't really be suggesting they share the bed, could she? It wouldn't be appropriate! “But that isn't – I can't!”

“Why?”

“It isn't right, Pidge!”

“Why?” Pidge repeated, uncrossing her arms. “Give me one good reason why. Do you think I'm going to molest you in your sleep or something?”

“What? No!” Keith protested.

Pidge pressed on. “Okay, then are you planning on doing something to me?”

Keith shook his head before she even finished speaking. “No! I'd never do that to you. Or anyone else!”

“Then I really don't see what the problem is,” Pidge said with an air of finality. “There's nothing wrong with two friends sharing a bed. And look, it's big enough for both of us to spread out without touching! If it really bothers you, then we'll figure something else out, but I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor.”

Friends.

Keith stared at her with wide eyes.

That was the first time she'd ever referred to him as a friend. The first time anyone – outside of Shiro – had done so. He knew most people didn't need to hear it in order to know it was true, but it made it feel so much more real to him to be able to hear it.

Pidge was his friend. Close to his heart in such an unexpected way.

He looked at the bed and then back at her.

“Okay.”

OLKARION – VOLTRON COALITION HQ

If Katie thought the Slav from her reality was unhinged, he had nothing on the manic personality that was the Slav rambling on in front of her. No one seemed to know what to do except let him keep talking, as any attempt to redirect him let only to frustration.

He rambled on about probabilities and had two panic attacks over whether or not he knew how to breathe, before focusing on Katie and Keithir with razor sharp attention and falling silent for the first time since they entered the room.

It was so unsettling that Katie thought she'd rather listen to him lose his mind over Shiro stepping on a crack in the floor again.

“Fascinating,” he murmured, looking them up and down. “You two really are from another reality! How spectacular!”

And just like that, the moment was broken as he unleashed a tidal wave of words that left them all scrambling to keep up. Details of his own theories intermixed with almost incoherent ramblings of someone who rarely knew what was happening in the world around him, punctuated by brief moments of what was almost clarity.

Katie started to wonder if he'd really be able to help them after all.

“And you two are married!” Slav said, sounding delighted as he broke away from detailing how parallel universes differentiated from alternate realities. “Congratulations, by the way!”

“Thanks?” Keithir replied, completely baffled. “We've been married for eight years.”

“Not for that! For the baby!”

Katie's breath caught in her throat, one hand automatically rising to her belly.

Keithir was even more bewildered by that statement. “But Yorak's four,” he said, looking to Katie for assistance. He took one look at her and knew there was something more to it than that. “Katie?”

Guilt clawed its way through her chest. “I was going to tell you and then all of this happened and I... I just didn't want you to worry. You're already worrying so much about all of this!”

She knew she was babbling and needed to calm down and breathe, but it was so hard! It was the completely wrong way for Keithir to find out. They were supposed to be on vacation! They were supposed to be sitting back and relaxing, not stuck in the middle of a ten-thousand year old war with their only hope of getting home resting in the hands of a complete lunatic!

Slav blithely continued on, unaware of the distress he was causing. “A little princess! Quite the honor for Galra! Or is that another reality...?” And just like that, he was off on another topic.

Keithir ignored him, stepping in front of Katie to block out everything else and give her something familiar and comforting to focus on. He lifted up her free hand and gently kissed hr knuckles. “We're having a baby?” he asked softly.

Katie nodded, her whole body trembling as she sucked in air. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.”

That was a discussion for another time, when they were both calm and there was no one else around to interrupt.

“You wanted to surprise me,” he guessed. “Well, I can definitely say that I'm surprised.”

She giggled, lifting her head to peer up at him with teary eyes. “We're having a baby. A princess, if Slav's right.”

“Awww!”

“Hunk!” Lance hissed.

Hunk looked mildly abashed. “Sorry! It's just that they're so cute! And they're having a baby! Can you imagine it? A little Pidge and Keith running around!”

“Which means that it is even more imperative that we return them home quickly,” Allura said, stepping forward. “There must be something we can do. Slav, do you have any ideas? Perhaps a beacon of some kind?”

Slav looked panicked by the very idea. “Are you crazy? Do you have any idea the very horrors that could attract to us?!”

“Okay, then lets not do that,” Shiro spoke up before Slav could go into details about said horrors. “Could we build something that any other versions of you would be able to hear or know about?”

Slav swayed and opened his mouth to say something, but Shiro grimaced and held up his hand.

“On second thought, never mind. That sounds like a bad idea.”

Keithir wondered if it had more to do with not wanting to potentially deal with more than one version of Slav than whatever nonsense was about to spew out of the genius's mouth next.

“What if we use the Lions?” Hunk suggested. He looked uncomfortable as everyone's attention shifted to him. “Okay, I know we figured that we can't use Voltron to travel through realities, since we don't know where we'd end up, but I've been thinking about it since our conversation last night-” (He nodded to Katie and Keithir.) “-and since the Lions all exist in both worlds, maybe we could use them as some kind of focal point. There had to be some kind of connection between them and if we use that, I bed we could trace it back to their reality!”

“But that still leaves us with the problem of how we'd do that,” Katie pointed out, frowning as she considered the idea.

“Aren't we supposed to have some kind of 'mystical connection' with the Lions? Maybe we just do more of those mind bonding exercises like we did when we first got the Lions.” Lance blinked as everyone turned to him instead. “What? No good?”

“Actually, that's a very good idea,” Allura said, sounding surprised. “It's worth a try, unless Slav has a better idea?”

Slav stood there for a moment, not blinking or speaking.

Allura sighed. “Slav.”

“Oh, you mean me?” he asked, pointing at himself with all four left hands.

Allura's right eye twitched as she struggled to retain composure. “Yes. I mean you.”

“Okay.”

There was a moment of silence as everyone waited for Slav to catch up and answer.

“What was the question again?”

Everyone groaned and prepared for an even longer afternoon than expected.

#voltron #kidge #kidgemas #reality swap au #fanfiction

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rizlowwritessortof · 6 years

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Some Kind of Hero

Sneaking barely under the wire for @butiaintgonnaloveem Tiff’s WTF Challenge, don’t even have time for a beta so please forgive any goofs! My quote will be in bold, and WOW this was a serious challenge for me, I don’t know why... but it was difficult! Sorry, but this one ends before the smut - don’t hate me!

Pairing: Dean x OFC (Gwen)

Word Count: 2400 ish

Warnings: None that I can think of...

Dean tugged the collar of his leather jacket up a little higher against the chilly breeze, waiting impatiently for the gas pump to signal that Baby’s belly was full. End of May, but winter just didn’t want to completely let go of South Dakota.

He finally heard the little ‘thunk’ he was waiting for and bent to remove the nozzle from the tank and replace the cap. As he straightened, he heard voices, cocking his head a little as they picked up in volume.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch? I just asked you to get us a beer!” Male voice, kinda whiny – Dean rolled his eyes. The female voice that answered wasn’t whiny at all. She was pissed off.

“Your exact words were, ‘Beer me, woman!’ - not my idea of asking. Not to mention that you wanted me to do it topless!”

“I thought you’d be cool. Loosen up and actually have some fun. You’ve turned into a...”

“Listen, asshole. This was supposed to be a ‘get out of town with my bestie’ road trip. We were supposed to drink, laugh, have some fun. You didn’t tell me we’d be sharing a room with Beavis and Butthead, or that you expected me to be the entertainment! What the hell, Terry! Did you really think I’d be okay with this? Just to make you look like a stud in front of your Neanderthal dudebros? You know, with you you you, it’s all me me me. Well fuck fuck fuck fuck you you you!”

Dean heard a scuffle, curiosity moving his feet towards the side of the building where the argument was taking place. They came into his view just as the guy, maybe five foot ten on a good day, grabbed the girl’s arm and whirled her around to slam her against the side of the building. “Hey, dickbag!” His stride lengthened as both of them looked towards him in surprise, and the obviously brave male held up his hands and backed slowly away from her.

“Look, she was asking for it...”

By this time, Dean was in the man’s face, a handful of his shirt bunched up in one fist. “Shut your fucking mouth. I heard. She didn’t ask for anything, especially for some asshole to slam her around. You need to apologize.”

“Fuck you!” he managed to spit out before Dean’s fist connected with his jaw and he found himself sprawled awkwardly in the gravel.

“Wanna try that again?” Dean’s jaw was working, he was aching to beat the guy into a bloody mess, but the girl was still standing against the wall, watching.

“Sorry.”

She pushed off the wall, glaring. “Yeah, I’m all choked up from the sincerity. I’m getting my stuff from the room and leaving. We’re done. Don’t call me, ever,” she fired back, pushing herself away from the wall and stalking off across the parking lot towards the little motel behind.

“Hey, wait.” Dean stayed where he was, continuing as she stopped in her tracks. “Let me come with you, make sure you don’t have any more trouble.” She turned slowly, her composure starting to slip a little, and nodded.

“Thank you. I – that would be nice.” She waited for Dean, glancing back at the jackass, who was struggling to his feet.

“You – you stay right there until we’re done picking up her stuff. You hear me?” Dean threw over his shoulder, not bothering to look back. When there was no answer, he stopped, still facing forward, and raised his voice. “Asshat. Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard,” he mumbled, and Dean continued forward, the girl silent beside him. No one said a word until they reached the room, and she hesitated, looking up at him. "Want me to wait out here?" he asked softly. She chewed her lip for a second, then shook her head.

"I don't wanna seem pathetic... but would you mind coming in with me?" "You don't seem pathetic." Dean smiled, and she noticed for the first time that his eyes were green. Green and sparkling, crinkles at the corners from his smile, and long, thick lashes. By the time she realized that she was staring, his smile had curved up a touch on one side, sexy as hell, and she blushed a little. She bit at her lip again, eyes dropping to the ground, and he spoke again. “So, what’s your name?”

“I’m Gwen.”

“Dean.” She glanced back up at him a little shyly.

“Nice to – sort of – meet you, Dean. Thank you. For… thanks. You think you know somebody, you know?”

“Let’s go get your stuff and get you outta here, okay?” he suggested gently, and she smiled up at him with a nod.

“Just warning you – these guys are probably drunk. And they’re always stupid.”

“Good to know,” he grinned, and she swung the door inward.

“Whoa, look who’s back! Little temper tantrum over, princess? Wait, who the hell are you?” The obviously inebriated idiot facing the door, across the table laden with cards and poker chips, reared back in his chair, glaring at Dean.

“I’m just here to help Gwen get her stuff, then we’ll leave you boys to your little soiree. Don’t worry, your li’l buddy will be back shortly.”

“Where the hell is he?”

“Dusting himself off and staying where I told him to until she’s gone. And don’t bother getting up, you’d probably fall over, anyway.” Dean’s unfriendly glare intimidated the idiot right back into his chair as he stood in the doorway waiting. Gwen gathered the few things she had scattered around, throwing them into her bag, and headed towards Dean. He nodded towards her bag. “Got everything? You sure?”

“Yeah. Didn’t bring much.” They turned to leave, and the drunk shouted after them.

“Frigid bitch!”

“Flaccid moron!” she threw back at him over her shoulder without a pause, and Dean laughed as they headed through the door.

“What?!” the slack-jawed genius responded, a confused frown bunching his eyebrows together.

Gwen turned back to look at the two idiots. “Google it. Maybe they’ll have pictures.” She slammed the door, and Dean grinned at her again. She shot him a sideways glance, a half-smile on her lips. “Told you they were stupid.”

Her steps slowed as they reached the gas station, and Dean turned. “Forget something?”

She sighed, glancing up at him, then dropping her eyes to the ground. “Yeah. I forgot I didn’t drive here.”

“I can give you a lift. If you want. It’s not a problem. My brother can wait a few hours.”

She bit at her lip, hesitant. “You don’t even know me. I live hours away from here. Not really fair to ask you, it’s not your fault I have poor taste in friends.”

“Yeah, well, maybe your taste is improving.” She looked up as he grinned, and she couldn’t stop the answering smile on her face.

“Definitely.” She stared at the ground thoughtfully, then looked at him, the decision made. “I’ll pay for gas.”

“Already filled her up. Just get in.” He opened the passenger side door and closed it behind her, climbed in behind the wheel and looked her way. “So – where we goin’?”

~~~~~~~~~~

It was a little awkward at first, but before long Dean was asking her questions about her job, her family, and she was talking like she had known him for years. He had a way about him that put her at ease.

He called his brother after they had gone a few miles, and she smiled at his manner with him, even over the phone. “Hey, Sammy. I’m gonna be late picking you up from Bobby’s. Something came up, I’m giving Gwen here a ride home. She had a run-in with some douchebags, and no wheels. Yeah, sometime tomorrow. Tell Bobby it’ll have to wait one more day. No, that’s not what this is about, Sam. Just trying to help somebody out. She hasn’t even made a move on me yet. (This with a wink in her direction, which made her blush). You know me, Sammy. You take that back. Yeah, catch ya later, bitch.” He glanced her way with a half smile. “Sorry, he was giving me shit. Doesn’t believe I can help out a pretty girl without ulterior motives.”

“Hmmm. Maybe I should have talked to Sam,” she teased, her cheeks still glowing. He thinks I’m pretty?

He laughed softly, and they went a couple of miles with silence between them before he spoke again. “So… what is a girl like you doing on a road trip with a dipshit like Terry? You’ve gotta have guys, like real guys, asking you out all the time.”

She looked at him incredulously. “Me? No. I haven’t been ‘asked out’ for ages.”

“What the hell? How small is this town you live in?”

“Not that small, but I guess I just don’t… get out much.”

“Well, if I lived there, I’d be callin’, that’s for damn sure.”

“Stop it. You would not. You have to have them lined up for miles.”

A wry smile curved his lips. “Yeah, not so much. My brother and I are on the road most of the time, no time for all that. The kind of girls I meet… well, let’s just say I don’t meet many gorgeous girl-next-door types. And if I did, they’d probably run.”

“Who would run away from you?” she blurted before she could stop herself, and her face grew warm. “I mean…”

He laughed. “I’m not the kind of guy most girls want to bring home to meet the parents, you know? Girls like you deserve somebody with a stable job, somebody that stays put and you can start a life with.”

“All that ‘stability’ can get kind of boring, you know? Maybe some girls like a little adventure in their life.” He glanced her way, his eyebrow cocked, and she blushed yet again.

“The kind of adventure in my life – most people don’t want anything to do with it.”

The teasing note was gone from his voice, and she cast a sideways glance his way. “I don’t mean to be nosy, but – what do you do? I mean, your job? Why is it so bad?”

He chewed at the inside of his lip for a moment, heaving a sigh before he answered. “My brother and I – and our dad before us – we kind of… we help people in trouble, in danger, and it puts us in some pretty bad situations sometimes. Not really a family friendly kinda thing, you know?”

“So you’re like – fixers? Rescue people from the mob, stuff like that?”

“We rescue people from bad things, yeah. I guess that’s the simple way to put it. And sometimes it gets ugly.”

She looked at him, reaching a hand to lay on his arm. “I’m sorry.”

He snorted softly. “Why?”

“Because you seem like a nice guy. I mean, you are a nice guy. I can tell, a not-nice guy wouldn’t have helped me the way you did. And you seem kind of… lonely.”

Dean stared down the road in front of him as if it had challenged him somehow. “I’ve got my brother. We get by.”

“I didn’t mean...”

“It’s fine.”

She drew her hand back and turned her gaze towards the trees speeding by her window. Why did she always have to ruin everything? How do some people just carry on a pleasant conversation without saying the wrong thing? Dean reached for the radio, letting music fill the silence for the rest of the drive.

She directed him through the few streets of her smallish town, and he pulled into the driveway in front of her house, shifting into park and sitting, silent. “Dean, I don’t know how to thank you. I mean, this means a lot, you driving me all this way.”

He smiled, ducking his head down a little. “It was my pleasure, Gwen.”

“Hey, why don’t you come in, I’ll make you some dinner before you go.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.” He looked into her eyes, resistant at first, but he could see in her eyes the desire to pay him back for his kindness, and he couldn’t say no.

“Okay. But only if you let me help.”

The smile on her face was worth it. “Deal.”

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He sat on the couch, full and a little sleepy from a full belly, smiling in surprise as a cold beer appeared in front of his face. “Here. Dessert.”

“My favorite. Unless you’ve got a pie hidden in that kitchen somewhere.”

She laughed, plopping down beside him and curling her legs beneath her. “Nope. Sorry.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

They both drank from their bottles, and she set hers on the coffee table in front of her. “I really do want to thank you, Dean. For being so kind to me, and for putting Terry on his ass. That was a bonus for me.”

“Any time, sweetheart. Can’t stand bullies.”

“So, tell me if I’m out of line… But I kind of feel like you’re some kind of hero, and I’ve always wanted to kiss a hero after the battle was over. Not that it was much of a battle, but...”

“You could have taken him out yourself, trust me.”

“Not the point. The point is, I’d love to kiss you, Dean.”

He slowly reached to set his beer on the table beside hers. “Now, what kind of an idiot would I be if I said no to that?” She felt the breath catch in her chest as he turned to face her, his hand coming up to smooth the hair back from her face, his calloused fingertips brushing her cheek. He leaned in, and she met him halfway, closing her eyes and letting the warm press of their lips, the touch of his hand, make her heart pound. He hummed softly, his tongue touching her bottom lip, and her lips parted to welcome him with a soft whimper.

When he finally stopped, raising his head a little so they could catch their breath, he brushed a thumb over her cheekbone, his eyes intently focused on hers. “You know you don’t have to do this.”

“I know. But what kind of idiot would I be if I didn’t?” she countered, kissing him again, and then giggling as his lips curved in a smile.

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T.T.K. Ch. 12 part 2 “Le jeux sont fait”

A/N: well I know it’s pretty late but I will have like a million things to do tomorrow so I wanted to go ahead and post this (i you see some grammatical errors please just look past them) Here is part 2!! its a long one but you get your answers (here may be a question or two still lingering around but I’m clearing those up in ch. 13.) I hope that you all are open to where I will take these characters, and thank you all for coming along this far!! Shouting out @darley1101 for sending me encouragement (thank you) I was really worried but she told me to d what I had to do fr y story so I went the way I felt (honestly I have like 3 different endings so...) I go back in forth in this one (a lot) so if anyone gets confused feel free to comment.

Word Count. 3000 (just take your time with this one but it’s a quick read I promise)

Rating: Mature audience for course language

Catch Up: Chapter 1 1.2 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 9.2 9.25 10 11 12.1

Summary: Drake and Riley finally talk but will everything be confessed? How will the truth of Riley’s birthday night finally come out?

"Fuuuuucccckkkkk!!!!!"

Liam screams from the top of his lungs. The two have been screaming profanities into the night air for at least 20 minutes the bottle Riley had saved for Drake now open as she takes the first two sips of it before handing it to Liam.

"Boy when you let loose...." She giggles, his button down shirt is open tie dangling from his shoulders.

"I love this. No propriety no decorum just FUUUUCCCKKK!" he screams again with wide eyes and a large grin.

"I've never seen this side of you before Liam it's ....sexy." She winks at him, then covers her face in her hands in shame. "god I shouldn't have said that. I..."

"What? You think I'm sexy." Liam saunters over to her "What's wrong with that...I think you're sexy too." His fingertips teasingly ghost up and down her arm. That's as far as he was willing to go...unless she wanted more, he would gladly give her more.

"Liam." she warns relishing in his touch. She wants to move, she ordered her feet to back away but they didn't budge.

"Tonight is your birthday, so if you want something...anything." They lock eyes, his fingers press hard against her skin. "Take it."

Riley doesn't waste any time closing in the distance between them catching his lips in a searing kiss, his mouth opens to her and their tongues dance to their own music.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." she whispers lowly between kisses.

"You've been avoiding me all day, Sutton." Riley found Drake in the veranda, his eyes never leave the fields of green, his jaw clenches as she steps closer to him. The smell of her vanilla perfume begins to whiff past him and a lump forms in his throat.

"I'm here now Drake. What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm just going to come right out with it ok?" Drake turns to see his fiancee's arms folded her eyebrow arched. Olivia was rubbing off on her.

"Lately you...we have been distant. And yesterday was not how I wanted things to go at all..." he rubs the back of his neck trying to read the expression on her face but she wont look at him...at least not in his eyes. "I need to be honest with you about something."

He takes her hands into his own, his heart beating so fast he closes his eyes to brace himself."I lied when I said there was nothing between Kiara and I after our one night. When I left for college...I was lonely. I tried talking to Liam but he was so busy with Leo's social season and he wasn't really talking to me. I didn't have anyone and then I got a text from Kiara, asking me how I was doing. We talked back and forth for months..nothing major, and never about that night, just about our lives bout college or the court. One night I got completely hammered and I texted her this 8 page message rambling abut I was in love with her and that when I got back home we should marry...it was so stupid. I woke up with a text from her all it said was ok. I...I was so embarrassed I stopped texting her. Honestly we didn't speak again until....until Liam's social season." He opens his eyes one at a time.

"What about last night I know she went after you and you didn't come to our room...Drake what happened last night?"

"Nothing happened, we played some pool had a few drinks she got a booty call from... well that's not my place to say. But she bailed on me and I just crashed in an empty room."

"Oh" She wanted him to say they kissed, anything to stop the guilt building within her. "Well. Good." she gives a half smile and he quickly sees something is wrong.

"Riley ... did something happen last night after the party? I know you didn't sleep in our bed, it was still made when I came to get dressed and you never make the bed."

"What? No of course not. I was pretty drunk Liam took me to my room I waited up for you and fell asleep on the couch." she rises to her toes and kisses her fiancee.

"So... we are ok?" Drake wraps his arms around her tightening his hold then kisses her again.

"Completely." she states swallowing the guilt.

Kiara leans in, just an inch away from Drake "What do you want?" she says before reaching for the chalk cube that sits next to him and stepping away to get her own pool cue.

Drake blushes, slightly embarrassed thinking that her actions were flirtatious.

"How about who ever makes a shot the other person has to tell a secret." It was a dumb idea but Drake was drunk and he needed to spew is guts out to someone..why not her?

"Deal and since I already made my shot let's hear that secret."

"Ok..." Drake leans over the table studying the ball closest to a corner pocket. "Ok here goes....I never told Riley about our texts while I was in college." He lets out the breathe he had been holding a his shoulders felling lighter....not completely though."

"Pourqui? Those texts didn't mean anything." She chuckles lightly watching his hair fall to the front of his face. The secret she would never tell is how badly to wanted to run her finger through it. "I thing the longer you keep that from her the worse you are going to make it seem."

With a nod Drake makes his shot." Your turn Kiara...what's your secret."

"Um.... she studies the remaining balls on the table. "well I planned to bring you in here to seduce you." she states matter of factly relishing Drake's checks growing redder. She makes a shot and the blue ball rolls into a side pocket with ease. "I'm not going to though... spending tonight with you, I realize your relationship with Riley is love, and I don't love you. I mean yes I'm attracted to you but I also like being your friend. I've only scene you smile for 3 things: horses, whiskey, and Riley. What kind of friend would I be to mess that up for you?"

"Well..."He wasn't sure how to respond so he just focuses on chalking his cue. "I guess my next secret would be that had I never met Riley maybe....." He can't get the words out and they both chuckle.

"Oh mon lapin, I would break your sweet little heart."

Drake chuckles at her bod statement, " Oh yeah?" He levels his body to the table aiming for the ball furthest from him.

"Yeah besides Madeline and I have been having sex every night since the club." Drake misses the ball completely and looks to her.

"Are you serious? Why her of all people?"

"She isn't that bad...." the two share a look "ok she is tres mauvais but..that night she confessed her love for Hana . She can love...or at least she wants to. But Hana has been avoiding her and she is too prideful to admit it hurts her. So every night she's been taking out her frustrations....on me." Kiara's phone vibrates and she quickly looks at it a smile filling her face as she texts back.

"Kiara, I don't think that's a good idea. She's in love with someone else what it you fall for her?"

"Aren't you the pot calling the kettle black, Mr. guy who stole his fiancee from his best friend. I guess I will deal with my emotions when they deal with theirs... and you deal with yours."

Kiara's eyes are glued to her screen as another text pops up. "Look I have to go. But it was fun being your friend for the night."She heads for the door. "Look I know you may not be ready to confront Riley just yet so there are plenty of empty rooms to sleep...you can even take mine, I wont be needing it tonight." She gives him a playful wink before she is out the door.

Drake walks down the hall to find a room. It's quite eerily quiet. He heads down the back stares missing the drunk couple only by a few minuets.

"How about we do a couple of shots with you by these near the bookshelves" The interviewer tells Olivia. The duchess straightens her suit jacket and gives her best diplomatic pose for the photographer.

"Um.. how about you smile for us a little. You seem a little cold in these shots."

Olivia rolls her eyes. "I don't smile." arching her eyebrow at the two.

The photos continue as the interview begins to ask her questions.

"So how does it feel to be one of the women to watch?"

"Honestly it feels reassuring. I have worked tirelessly for the Cordonian people, to be recognized is truly..."

"Hold one second Duchess, is that King Liam?"

Olivia turns to see Liam walking towards her. He holds a large beaqu of back roses wrapped in deep red satin. He smiles ear to ear as he approaches, and even though he gives off this since of confidence, for a second, a quick second, Olivia can see he is nervous.

"I'm sorry about intruding I just wanted to give you these and congratulate you on your interview." Their eyes are locked as if no one else is in the room, Liam has his infectious beam on full display, and Olivia can't help but to smile as well.

"I thought she didn't smile." the photographer whispers to the interviewer.

"Well it's such an honor to meet you Your Highness. Would you like to stay we just started?"

"I'm sure the King has more important things to..."

"Actually I'm free for a couple of hours and trust me I have known this woman since she was 5 I have all the juicy intel."

Olivia scowls as the two begin to laugh at her expense.

"Well may I just say that those roses are beautiful. But I must as why black? Doesn't that symbolize death?"

"They aren't black they are---"

"They are baccara roses. "Liam cuts off Olivia she bites her lip. Whatever happiness she felt seeing him has quickly dissipated. Today was supposed to be her day.

"They don't necessarily mean death. It can also mean rebirth....or incredible beauty." He looks deeply the duchess' eyes "Plus they are her favorite." she exhales loudly.

"Wow so should we be expecting some sort of relationship blooming between you two soon? This will be a great exclusive."

"No we are just friends---"

"Anything is possible," Liam cuts her off again. Her green eyes widen in shock, never has he even hinted at a relationship with her...sex yes but always as friends with benefits. Could he really begin to see them as something more?

"I know that this woman here is a force, and the best ally you could ever have." Liam takes her free hand into his own, "I don't know what our future holds but where ever we end up I know I want her by my side."

Olivia blinks several times to make sure she isn't hallucinating. She isn't, he is still there holding her hand and smiling at her in a way he never had, saying these words she never thought she would ever hear, she can't fight the blush filling her face and she beams with a smile.

The interviewer and photographer just watch the display in awe. "Get the shot! Get the damn shot!" the interviewer whispers loudly as the camera begins to click away.

It all started, more like ended, the next day. The Casteliarian's were hosting their annual art show, but before that they would have a perstigious luncheon one where many of the nobles had RSVP's to attend. It didn't take much to convince Liam to let her give a toast in his honor. Riley wanted to prove to everyone she could be a duchess this was the perfect opportunity.

Riley and Drake walk to the dining hall hand and hand. On the surface they looked as if everything was fine but Drake knew something was off, he could feel it.

"Oh I'm so glad I caught you." Lord Scribes stops them. He fiddles with the buttons on his suit jacket trying to button it over his pot belly but failing in his attempts "Lady... Duchess Riley it has come to my attention that you requested to give the toast today. Well, although we are grateful for your initiative we have chosen another candidate." He turns on his heals to walk away when Drake stops him.

"Wait a minute she's been working all night on that speech. You can't just give her chance away." Riley's heart swells watching him defend her, it breaks into pieces when she remembers her transgressions. "Liam gave her the ok let him be the one to take it away."

As if on cue Liam turns the corner. "Liam!" Drake calls him over. "Chief Wiggum over hear says you found someone better to do the toast you already promised Riley."

"What? No I didn't. Lord Scribes what is going on?"

"You Highness, Duchess Olivia said she could give the toast. And like we mentioned the other day we could use her clout right now. The nobles aren't here to see art Sire they are here because the press will be here and the press is only here because Olivia will be giving a toast tonight."

Liam looks to Riley then back to Scribes. "No she will not. I gave it to Riley. Riley will do it."

"But your Highness.."

"Enough....I'm sick of riding Olivia's coat tails. Look you wanted me to spend some time with her in front of the press. I did that. And maybe later on today will walk around the art show with her but that is it. No more forcing me to pretend to like her when..."

"When what Liam?" the voice sends chills through him. He turns to see the red head with flaming green eyes staring at him index cards in her hand. "Finish your sentence Your Majesty."

"I...I..." He stammers.

"All of it was fake wasn't it? The interview the flowers the nigh on the balcony all of it was just to profit from my 15 minutes of fame?" She scoffs and shakes her head "So when you kissed Riley was that fake too? Or was it just me? Am I the only one you pretend with?" She straightens herself, feeling the tears form in her eyes. "You know what Riley you can have it. All of him....I mean it." Olivia turns a strides down the hall.

The hallway begins to feel closed in. Drake turns to his fiancee. "When did you two kiss?" He asks crossing his arms Liam tying his best to blend into the wall.

"Umm...I should go check on Olivia." She runs after her friend leaving the 3 men to stand there bewildered and confused.

"I can't believe I'm doing this.....I can't believe I'm doing this." Riley says it over and over as their kiss deepens. At first Liam thought it was cute-- maybe she had hoped beyond hoped that one day they wound be like this again. But by the third time she said it he could hear the cringe in her voice, the doubt in her tone...she didn't want to do this, not really.

They break from the kiss to breath and Riley leans back in to meet his lips only for him to back away.

"I think we should call it a night...don't you?"

"Wh...um yeah. I think your right." she tries to play off her hurt feelings.

"Come on I'll walk you to your room." at first his hand steadies against the small of her back but he rises it to her shoulder.

"No that's ok I can manage." she doesn't look at him far too embarrassed, her eyes are focused on her shoes.

"Are you sure? I don't mind."

"Yeah...I'm fine I need to be alone for a little. Have a good night Liam."

"Happy Birthday Riley." He gives her a quick kiss on the forehead and watches as she leaves down the hall.

Riley finds Olivia in her room throwing long stemmed roses from her window.

"Rebirth my ass!!"

"Liv, can we talk?" She walks slowly as if approaching a wild animal. Olivia quickly wipes her checks.

"I don't need you to check up on me Riley. Get the hell out before I kick you out myself."

"The other day, when Maxwell was talking about that couple that was.....you said something that I couldn't stop thinking about and I didn’t know why until now. You said your room was on the vacant wing and you didn’t hear anything all night, but Maxwell never said where the couple was." she takes a seat next to her red head friend lightly touching her shoulder. "Olivia it was you wasn't it...it was you and Liam."

It was too late to stop the tears, too late to kick Riley out so that she could cry alone. So she chose to do something else, she chose to cry right there on her friend’s shoulder.

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whateverisbeautiful · 6 years

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Richonne in Retrospect

#20: The Track (4x15)

So um, no joke, I’m a mess rn. 😭😥😭 Like I was not at all ready to see those pictures for 8b pop up and it really messed me up. How does a TV show hurt this much!? 😭

This wasn’t how I was planning on starting this post but man those pictures just really took me out. 😥 Like seeing Michonne clearly determined to be by his side til the last second. (And I didn’t even catch that they were holding hands at first, and seeing that just broke me even more. 😭) Seeing Rick clearly in shock that the very engine of his entire life, before and after the apocalypse, is basically coming to an abrupt halt. Seeing both of them be there for their son one last time as the place they called home burns. It’s seriously too much. 😔

And as was very rightfully mentioned in a comment, we never even saw a substantial post-canon scene with the four members of Grimes Family 2.0 just in their house in ASZ, except in Rick’s dream world and now that’s just never going to happen. 😢

It’s interesting timing that those pictures would come out on the day I was going to reflect on my all time favorite Grimes Family 2.0 scene. Like this is literally what I had originally written as the opener for this post:

“Alright so this 20th moment is definitely a big one! This lovely scene with Grimes Family 2.0 on the train tracks is so perfect and it’s my top favorite moment with the three of them. 😍”

And then those pictures came out and it literally felt like a punch in the gut. 😣

But rather than see this post as painful timing I’m going to try and look at it as perfect timing.

Cuz I think this is the time when remembering how happy, and familial, and just all around great these three were together is needed most. 😭😭

Those three characters are clearly about to go through something extremely painful very soon and it’s hard cuz they have been through so much together and survived it. But that’s why this moment in season 4 is so special cuz it reminds you that while yes they’ve been through a lot of traumatizing and tough things together, they’ve also had some really sweet and happy moments too.

So I feel like because it’s still true, and perhaps even more true now, I’ll still go into this break down by saying...Alright so this 20th moment is definitely a big one! This lovely scene with Grimes Family 2.0 on the train tracks is so perfect and it’s my top favorite moment with the three of them. 😍

It’s also a moment that I consider to be a major turning point in the making of Richonne.

See from my observations, I consider this moment to be the moment when Rick realizes he might love Michonne in a different and deeper type of way. 🙌🏾🙌🏾

To me, 4b was when Rick and Michonne realized they had serious love in their hearts for one another. Like there was a spark from their very first meeting at that prison fence and the love was always brewing but I feel it’s in this latter half of season four that they both become more aware that this person could be the love of their life.

And while the love between them grows all throughout 4b, I think it’s in this scene specifically where Rick becomes more self aware about his feelings. So we don’t just have to break this one down. We have to break it all the way down. 😋

So the scene starts where we just see Rick talking and then he turns around to see these two cuties preoccupied with playing a game of balancing on those train tracks. 😊

The shot of Rick turning around to see his family just enjoying themselves is beyond precious. #Art 😭

I love that we get to see how Carl and Michonne’s friendship is so fun and lighthearted even in this world. She’s so good at connecting with Carl and even though we know she’s grown and mature I love that she has such a child like heart with him. ☺️

Rick’s delivery of the line, “What are you doing?” is so great. 😋 Cuz he’s amused and also sort of like “so this was more important than listening to me talk about our resources?” lol.

And I love their playfulness when Carl says he’s winning a bet and Michonne says “In your dreams.” Like all they need is some train tracks to actually have some fun and a moment of levity in all this darkness.

But what makes my heart melt is Rick’s smile when he sees this. Like you can tell he is so appreciative of this lighthearted moment and the happiness Michonne is able to give to his son.

He did after all say Carl needs her and he’s seeing firsthand how true that is and how Michonne really can give Carl a friendship that he can’t quite give him. And I love that you see how much this moment means something to Rick. 😊

It’s also nice cuz it serves as a reminder to Rick that life doesn’t have to be strictly business all the time.

But it does have to be some business lol so as Rick walks to them (which I appreciate cuz it means he’s willing to let them take at least some time for fun) he gently suggests that they might have to speed up the process.

And Michonne validates that by saying “Yeah you’re right. We shouldn’t be fooling around” cuz Homegirl’s mature too 👏🏽 But she’s also fun cuz she turns that into an attempt to get Carl to lose but instead she ends up falling off the tracks. And again I love that we’re seeing them just have fun and be silly. 🙌🏾

And Rick just keeps watching and smiling cuz he knows he and Carl are so lucky to have her. Like they’re seriously a family now. 😭

And since Carl won fair and square he’s adorably like...

Lol, but fr it’s so cute that their little bet was over a candy bar. And it’s also cute how much Carl enjoys the little games she’ll come up with. Cuz in reminding her that she said “winners choice.” it lets you know this bet was at least partly Michonne’s idea.

It’s also so stinking adorable that when she takes out the two candy bars she’s so clearly trying to hint that he should take the one that’s not the Big Cat lol. 😂

Michonne and cat related things is like Richonne and cars, it always makes for a great moment. 👌🏽

But Carl goes for it anyway and Michonne playfully says “Oh come on” before sweetly acknowledge that he “Won it fair and square”.

And y’all I love that Rick is literally just taking it all in and smiling. Like I don’t know that he ever thought he’d see his son get to be this lighthearted again and yet here they are in this super normal and happy moment.

Also I appreciate that while he could have rushed them with their little candy exchange, he instead lets them have this whole little moment as he happily third wheels lol. 😋

And then he watches his good little son kindly agree to split the candy bar cuz they always share. It’s precious cuz in saying “always” that means they do this type of stuff often. 😊

And I love that she actually takes it and cutely says “fork it over” cuz she’s like it’s true tho we do always share. 😂

Their dynamic is perfection here and, as casual as this moment is, you can still tell that Carl and Michonne mean the world to each other.

So this scene has always been so special for the Grimes Family 2.0 aspect of it. Even when I first watched this, I loved the friendship Michonne and Carl had.

But now in retrospect, this scene has become crucial to Richonne cuz, as I mentioned earlier, this is where I think we get to visually see the moment Rick realizes he loves Michonne a little differently than he thought.

Cuz y’all, a lot of people think this look right here, seconds before Richonne went canon, was the first time that Rick looked at Michonne like this...

But uh...they thought. 😊

Cuz in this season 4 scene Rick is watching this little candy exchange between Michonne and Carl and then he looks at Michonne like this...

Looks familiar to me. 😋

And y’all that’s just the first time he looks at her like this in this one single scene! Cuz then the scene ends with him looking at her like this...

Re-watching these episodes I really wanted to see if I could track down the moment when Rick and Michonne first knew they might be falling in love. Like I wanted to see if I’d see when Rick and Michonne first seem to know their love for each other went from friend-love to really falling in love.

And y’all, to me, that lingering look is the moment for Rick. So when I saw this I was like...

(And to me, Michonne’s moment of becoming more self aware is in the next episode,which I’ll def be talking about soon 😋)

I love the little look Rick gives Michonne cuz I’m telling you Homeboy’s slowly but surely becoming self-aware about just how special Michonne is to him personally. Like that look just felt like an “I think I might love you for real” look.

Not just “oh I like her”, or “I love her relationship with Carl”, I think in this moment Rick is realizing I love her. 💯

And now, if this look just happened once you could probably overlook it, but for him to do this twice, it lets you know he’s definitely become more self aware of his feelings for her.

Like when he looked at Carl, that’s him thinking “aw this is a sweet moment”.

When he turns to Michonne tho...there’s def something different communicated in that look.

And again, for him to look at her like this twice it just confirms that this is different. 🙌 🏾😊

So basically, to make a long story short, this look right here is all the proof needed to let the world know these two have been in love for a long time lol...

They still had a journey to go on in terms of being 100% aware of their feelings but these are just the moments where I think the thought and the notion of being in love first crossed their mind in a much more direct way than before.

And I love that the scene ends with Rick’s smile as he realizes this is actually a great family moment. Like they make him so happy and that makes me so happy.

Honestly they could have just spent the rest of their days in this little family unit. I would have still tuned in lol.

Also, it’s crazy that this is their only scene in this episode but it makes such a lasting impression and it’s the best scene of the episode in my humble opinion. 😋

And I love that the episode is called “Us” cuz those three became an “us” in 4b and never looked back.

And y’all! This train track scene I think is even more confirmed to be the moment Rick realized he could have a deeper love for Michonne when three seasons later it’ll be the first thing he recalls about her during the season 7 premiere.😭

Rick recalling this moment during that intense season 7 premiere lets me know just how special this moment was to him and considering it’s, I believe, his earliest memory of her in those season 7 flashback memories, I’m pretty sure that could suggest that this is when he started to fall in love. 🙌🏾☺️

And how could he not, cuz this moment made it crystal clear that Michonne belonged in this family. 👌🏽😊

I love so much about this scene and I’m so glad we got this moment, even if from now on watching it will always make me teary eyed. 😭

And one of the things I love most about this scene is that it illustrates just how true Hershel’s words were. “Things break but they can still grow”.

And in this moment Rick got to experience the whole new precious plant that’s taken root and grown right before his eyes. 👌🏽🙌 🏾😊

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ifreakinglovewritingsomuch · 6 years

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Changlix AU/ True Friendship? (Part Two)

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Lee Felix, Bang Chan x Kim Woojin Plot: Can a friendship between a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin work? Felix and Changbin are the best example of a yes! Or are they? What is when one of them realizes that friendship isn’t really what he wants. Can they overcome their stereotypical image and admit their feelings? (Hogwarts! AU) Words: 1020 Part One

A/N: This is an AU with a Hogwarts, but in Korea. I think this Series will have 3-4 parts in total, we will see. Anyway, enjoy reading. Felix=Hufflepuff, Chan=Gryffindor, Woojin=Hufflepuff, Changbin=Slytherin, Nancy(Momoland)=Ravenclaw AO3

Felix had never cried that much. As soon as Changbin had left the boy had felt tears running down his cheeks. The whole way from the Slytherin dorms to the Hufflepuff common room he hadn’t really seen anything due to his blurry sight. Ignoring Woojin who had tried to stop him, asking why the younger was so upset, he finally made it to his room. Felix had buried himself under his blanket, letting the tears fall on his bed. He messed everything up. He always had counted on being rejected, but he never thought that it would hurt this much and maybe there had always been this hope that Changbin could return his feelings. But that were stupid thoughts. Why would he? He likes Nancy, not Felix. After probably crying for hours, Felix somehow fell asleep.

He woke up in the morning seeing a glass of water next to his bed. Not really thinking about who put it there, the boy quickly gulped it down. “You’re up?” Felix looked up to see Chan. “Why are you here, aren’t you with your family?” Felix asked confused. “Woojin called me yesterday, saying something’s up with you.” Unlike the most students both Felix and Chan had grown with mobile phones, and due to a spell form Chan they also had a connection in Hogwarts. Woojin also got a phone form Chan last Christmas, so they could always stay in contact. Of course, because they were both prefects and the head boy from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, not because they’re totally in love. “And you came?” “Of course. Winter break is over in two days anyway so I won’t miss too much at home. So what happened?” Actually, Felix wasn’t that surprised when he thought about it, Chan had been like a brother to him since the first year and was just the kindest and best person, someone could wish for. “I...” Felix wasn’t sure how to form the sentences, He had never told anyone, not even Chan about his feelings for the Slytherin. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it with me. Should I get Changbin, he is your best fr...” Chan was never able to finish this sentences because at the mention of Changbins name Felix immediately started to tear up. “Hey, Felix!” Chan reached out hugging the younger boy. “I...he...we...” Felix said through heart-breaking sobs. “Okay take a deep breath and start from the beginning.” Chan encouraged him. Felix gulped before finally telling the whole story, that he fell for Changbin and about last night. He didn’t dare to look at Chan, not that he could through the tears. “I’m so sorry Felix. I kinda suspected that you love that Slytherin boy and actually I thought the feelings were mutual. I guess I was wrong...but that’s not the end of the world okay?” “How would you feel if Woojin wouldn’t like you back,” Felix said, immediately feeling bad for taking his anger out on Chan who only wanted to help him. “I don’t.” Chan pouted. “Hey I brought cookies, the house elves made them after they heard Felix doesn’t feel good. They really like you.” Woojin said as he entered the room, scaring both of them. Chan was hoping that the boy hasn’t heard their last sentences, blushing at the thought. “Thank you, bab..Woojin.” Did he just nearly...embarrassing. “Sure.” Woojin set the plaid next to them, giving Felix an uplifting smile. “You feeling better?” “Not really, but I’ll after eating this whole plate.” The younger boy said pointing at the cookies, which were smelling deliciously. “Leave some for us too!!” Chan said, quickly taking one to save it from Felix. The younger only chuckled taking a bite of the sweet bakery, forgetting of his problem for a minute. Cookies really do wonders.

“Hey, Nancy!” Changbin smiled at the girl. Deciding to ask her out to forget about the last night, was the (idiotic) plan he came up with. “Changbin! What’s up?” she cheered responding to his smile. Changbin wanted to correct her because he was so used to Felix using his nickname unless he was being really serious. Like he was yesterday. “Changbin! Don’t think about it anymore!” He told himself, but knew it wouldn’t work for long, Felix shocked and sad face came into his mind every second, along with those words. “I love you, Changbin.” “Yeah so...” He remembered that he was still talking to someone, focusing on reality. “Do you already have a partner for the dance?” “No...wait are you trying to ask me?” Changbin was confused because of her shocked face and startled expression. “Yes...?” “I thought you would go with your boyfriend.” B O Y F R I E N D ?? “What?” “Felix, the cute bubbly Hufflepuff kid. It’s okay, everyone knows you two are dating.” Nancy told him. Changbin was only able to stare at her open-mouthed. Wait! Everyone thought they were together. He and Felix boyfriends? Changbin didn’t know why he wasn’t freaking out at the thought. Felix was his best friend nothing more. His best friend, who was in love with him. “I...we...” “It’s okay.” she cut him off. “This is Hogwarts, no one cares about your sexuality. Just be yourself!” Nancy said before patting his shoulder in a supportive way. “I have class now. See you Changbin!” With that she was gone, leaving a confused self- doubting Changbin. He didn’t love Felix back. There was no way. Sure Felix was a wonderful person, bubbly, kind, handsome,...ehh...in a really objective way attractive. Not like Changbin was attracted to him. They were friends, best friends. No romantic feelings involved at least from Changbins side. Changbin didn’t love Felix.

Did he...

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babykpopsweets · 7 years

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NCT reaction to you finding out that they only started dating you because of a bet.

not requested

this is part 2 (Yuta, Doyoung, and Ten)

gender neutral sorry if there any slip ups though

Of course, they love you now but Ya know.

Part 1

Yuta- Today was an overall good day... until you went to the dorms and the Dreamies kept bothering you and Yuta. They asked a whole bunch of questions but one, in particular, stuck with you the most.

“How’d you two meet??” Jisung asked.

You and the Dreamies looked at Yuta first.

“Yeah... How did you guys get together???” Chenle added on to Jisung’s question.

Yuta panicked, trying to think of an excuse. He decided to tell them how he asked you out but he left out the part where he only started to date you because of a bet.

“Well, I went up to her/him with courage and asked them out on a date” Yuta finally answered them.

“Wait! Wasn’t that a bet?” Haechan commented.

“Fr? I thought it was too!” Mark exclaimed

“What? What are they talking about?” You said to Yuta with a confused look.

The Dreamies looked at each other with the ‘what have we done’ look. They all dismissed themselves. As soon as they were out of the room, you stood up and walked out. Yuta immediately ran after you so that he could explain himself. Once he catches up to you, he grabs your arm and pulls you into a hug. You were just about to go down the steps but as soon as you felt his arms, you stopped.

“Well, if you want to stop me, care to explain?” You told him, with tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I'm sorry for doing that to you! I'm sorry for not telling you! Just don’t leave... let's talk about this huh? Please...” Yuta cried to you

“Leave me alone. Ok? I need time for me...”

“But isn’t it better for us to talk this out?”

“What is there to talk about it? It's all clear to me. You used me for a bet and i mean nothing to you....Yeah it's best if I have time for myself”

“It's not like that! I love you now! I was just too stupid before to realize your beauty inside and I messed up....I'm sorry”

“Just saying sorry isn’t really going to fix anything, will it?”

“I guess not”

You grabbed his arms and forced them off of you and walked off. Yuta slowly sat on the steps and quietly sobbed from so much guilt. Every step you take down the stairs feels long and dreadful. You put your hand over your mouth as you try and muffle your crying. Out the door you were as Yuta continued to sob uncontrollably.

Doyoung-

“Really? You haven’t even told them?!” Ten yelled at Doyoung

“Because I haven’t!” Doyoung retorted

“Seriously, you have to tell Y/N about the bet. She/he is my best friend and I only want the best for her/him. You have to tell them. You HAVE to!”

“Listen Ten, I understand but this bet isn’t something I can just blurt out to them out of nowhere!! It has to be at the right moment.”

“So you’d rather wait for a good time for YOU and have HER/HIM suffer while you are waiting! This is NOT a small problem! You literally used them for a bet and took them for granted!”

“Yeah I know that but you really are the worst best friend! Cause you let me do something like that to your best friend and you didn’t seem to care then!”

“Doyoung, don’t turn the tables on me, but I do know that I messed up and I was stupid! But at least I TRIED to stop you.. yet you still did it and haven’t told them!”

“It's because I am scared. Scared that when I tell them she/he will leave me! And I love them so much I seriously can not lose her/him...”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that first before anything. If you won’t tell them, I will.”

That's when they hear a knock. You were here. You wanted to visit, so you asked Doyoung if you can come over. Of course, he agreed and now you’re there. Ten ran to the door first, knowing it was you on the other side. Doyoung realized after a moment what Ten was going to do. He was going to tell you. He couldn’t let you hear something like that from someone else. Doyoung immediately rushed to Ten and you.

“Hey Y/N! I’m glad you are here. There is something I must tell you...” Ten told you.

“Please don’t. I will tell them” Doyoung pleaded to Ten.

Ten let you in and signaled Doyoung to take you to his room. Doyoung took his offer and grabbed your wrist and walked you into his room. When you were inside, he closed the door.

“Listen Y/N, this isn’t easy for me to say... The reason I asked you out was because of a bet... Yes, I am a jerk and I used you for a bet...” Doyoung admitted everything to you.

You were shocked, this was all happening so fast. Just a second ago, Ten opened the door for you and now you find out you were used... Taken advantage of... You just couldn’t believe it. Your heart sank to the floor like a falling brick. Your mind is going haywire.

You looked up to Doyoung, still shocked by the whole thing. Those eyes you loved looking so much into were filled with so much deceit.

“I know it’s something you want to hear, Y/N...” Doyoung says to you.

“I need to go...”

You begin to walk out of the room when Doyoung grabs you on the shoulder.

“Y/N, please!” Doyoung cried pleadingly to you.

You shrug his hand off your shoulder. You make your way to the front door and have your hand on the doorknob when Ten approaches you. He looks to you with puppy dog-like eyes.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Ten says softly to you.

You look to Ten.

“Did you know?”

Ten is quiet. He can’t bring out the words.

“Y/N, listen... I...”

“It’s one thing to be lied to by my boyfriend but my best friend? That’s something I never would have expected...”

“Y/N...” Ten tries to grab onto you but you’re already out the door, into the night. You pause midway and look up to the moon as tears begin to well up in your eyes.

Ten-

“Ten, I don’t know if this is right..” Mark confessed to Ten.

“What doesn’t feel right?” Ten asked.

“Well keeping the bet a secret from the person who was involved in it. And at that, without their permission”

“Oh, you are talking about Y/N? Well I can’t tell her/him... Every time I try to tell them I chicken out right before!”

“You got to man up then. This shouldn’t be a secret from them for very long.”

“I understand. Just i need a little more time.”

“Alright, just make sure u tell him/her soon!”

That’s when they heard the door open. It was your best friend, Chenle. He looked at them with a serious face.

“YOU DIRT BAG!!! THAT IS MY BEST FRIEND TEN! How could you?” Chenle yelled at him.

“Chenle, please lower your voice!” Ten exclaimed.

“That is my best friend! and you just used her/him like they were nothing! They are here right now. She/he has to know.”

With that Chenle was gone with the wind. Mark stood in Ten’s room, while Ten went after him. But Ten was too late. You were already in the stage of shock.

You had brought Ten a gift for your soon-to-be 1 year anniversary. It was the gold watch that Ten said he wanted since you two started dating. So you saved up your money since then so you could eventually buy it for him. When you finally bought it you decided to make it his present for your anniversary.

But your heart broke at the awful words he just told you. You let go of the gold watch and watched it drop to the floor. You looked at Chenle with tears in your eyes before you turned and walked out. Not even looking at Ten. He tried to run after you to explain but Chenle grabbed his shoulder.

“I did the right thing. As their best friend, just give her/him some space and time! Im sorry, but they did get you a present.” Chenle comforted Ten.

Ten looked to where Chenle was pointing and immediately picked it up. Looking at the gold watch made his heart break. Ten took the watch out and put it on, as tears started streaming down his cheek. He took you for granted and he won’t ever forgive himself for it.

Hope you enjoyed part 2!!! Please look forward to the next three parts and other future activities!!!

-admin Jamz

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sublimazion3 · 7 years

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Not in that way. (One Shot | Sakura/Haruka)

I’m not saying you should read this. In fact, you shouldn’t. ‘Cause it was supposed to be an happy thing but it turned out to be pretty dark and depressing. I’m just gonna leave it here and on AO3 because I feel like it. Bye.

Haruka was sitting on her wheelchair out on the balcony. Rain was pouring down her face and her whole body, mingling with her own tears and sweat. She was sweating, but it was cold. 2°C they said at the TV, with a strong wind and 76% chance of rain. She had looked at the sky outside, already full of dark, grey clouds; silly, she had thought, there definitely was at least 20% more chance of rain. The A/C had kept her warm inside somebody else’s bedroom. And that warmth and those unfamiliar walls suddenly made her feel like a caged animal. She felt like suffocating in her orthopedic corset, the wheelchair felt more paralyzing than ever, and soon she started cold sweating. She looked outside the window once more: the wind was indeed strong and rain had already started pouring. She smiled at herself for a moment – maybe the meteorologist career could be an option in the future, too. She drove herself to the balcony window, opened it and proceeded forward; tears began falling down her cheeks immediately.

The world outside was chaotic and loud and fast and alive, and Haruka had no idea how much she had missed it. She had locked herself inside somebody else’s apartment for four days, feeling like time had stopped, crippling and weakening and chaining her to a stone that was slowly and constantly dragging her to the bottom of an ocean called helplessness. The smells and the noises reminded her of a busy Tokyo she used to meet with a big smile and dreamy eyes every morning at 5. And despite sometimes waking up was a living hell – because sleeping was the third thing she loved the most in the world – she quickly found her usual enthusiasm and cheerfulness sometime between breakfast and a shower. And that was because she loved her job. She loved to be able to perform every day, singing and dancing, even though she might’ve not been the best at neither of them. She loved to meet new people, talk to them, share opinions and impressions over all kind of topics and common interests. She loved to make new friends in the work environment, she loved to give advice to her juniors and to receive advice from her seniors. She simply loved to be around people, and she loved to be an idol.

She loved all those things she probably wasn’t going to be able to do anymore.

With clenched teeth and puffy eyes, Haruka slowly stood up from her seat. Her spine immediately felt like being stabbed by a thousand knives, and her arms and her legs fell weak to the excruciating pain. She leaned against the balcony railing, grabbing it as strong as her fists let her, staying up for as long as her feet carried her. She screamed and she cried and she screamed again, in pain and exhaustion and misery. She screamed, until she wasn’t anymore. Now, she was laying on the floor. It was wet and cold and hard at the touch with her back. And slippery. That’s right. She slipped, and it happened all so fast and tragic that her brain struggled to even register it.

The sky looked even more unreachable from that angle, or so she thought. And the rain was now blinding her, falling down straight like arrows. She turned to her left, glancing at her wheeled cage; she hated that machine so much. She began dragging herself towards it, and every strain felt like breaking bones down her spine, sending acute pain throughout her whole body. Her nightdress was soaked wet and she was cold and she was miserable. She desperately attempted to pull herself up in the wheelchair, but she failed. She tried again, and she failed again. She cursed and she cried, and she pushed the machine away from her, as to make it fall, as to reject it. But her arms were so weak and her body was so aching, it only moved so slightly; as to fight her, as to mock her.

Then, she heard the front door opening and then closing. And her heart took a dip in her stomach only to surface in her throat, and her brain went blank, and for a moment or two she forgot how to breathe. The house owner was back. And as always, the very first thing she did after stepping inside the house was checking on Haruka. And that’s why she was still wearing her coat when she rushed to help her sitting back on her wheelchair, after finding her out on the balcony looking like a mess. She gave it to her to keep her warm after pulling her back into the house and closing the balcony window.

“What happened?!” she asked alarmed. A strongly concerned look in her eyes. She had stepped outside that balcony only for a few seconds, but the rain still caught her. Her bangs was all messy and wet, and yet Haruka thought she looked beautiful. “I fell.” she simply conceded, her eyes laying everywhere but on the other girl’s.

“Yeah, I saw that, but why?” she kept pushing. “Did you try to stand up on your own? And out on the balcony, of all places!?” Regrettingly: a moment of silence. “Why do you care?” Haruka asked. She could hear the apprehension in the other’s tone, and it made her feel so uncomfortable and pathetic and a fool. But also fooled by her. “Why do I care? Are you serious right now!?”

“Are you serious?” her tone was harsh, hurt. Her body was still in agony, but this was a whole different kind of pain that was arising from her chest and aiming for her heart only. She’d learned to recognize it very well, and she knew the other woman did too, although she probably had no idea what it felt like. Her hostess let out a sigh as a response and then began pushing her towards the bathroom. Haruka figured she was going to give her some towels to dry up, but she was wrong.

“What are you doing?” She asked, when the other turned on the shower.

“You’re soaked wet. You need a shower,” she explained, taking her own coat off of Haruka’s shoulders.

“I’m not taking a shower.“ “I’m not letting you fall ill because of your stubbornness!” “Don’t you undershtand!? I can’t take a shower! My armsh are so weak I can’t even lift them!”

Her ribcage felt on fire. There was anger mixed with hunger, desire mixed with denial, sentiment mixed with resentment and self-deprecation mixed with self-preservation. She was burning and she was cold and she was craving for things she couldn’t have. Freedom. And Love.

“Fine then, take off your clothes. I’ll wash you.”

Bewilderment. Haruka stared at the other in silence, searching for the hint of a joke, or humor, or anything that could prove her that the woman standing before her, whose eyes were piercing through her very skin, was just very poorly messing around.

“Are you high?” Haruka asked, perhaps even too seriously.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re either high, or drunk, or just too stupid to realize that such jokes aren’t funny at all. Leave me alone, Sakura. I’m not taking a fryeaking shower!”

“Fine.” Sakura decided, falling on her knees and unbuttoning the other’s nightdress.

Haruka’s arms were too weak to be lifted. When she told Sakura that, she wasn’t lying. In fact, every single limb and inch of her body was in pain. So when she saw herself slapping Sakura in the face, quickly, sharply, almost as though she was out of her own body and witnessing someone else doing it, the shock hit her first like a train.

“Shit, I’m sor—“

“You know what? Go to hell, Haruka.” Sakura stood up, one hand on the sore cheek, her eyes watery, “Just because I don’t feel the same towards you it doesn’t mean you’ve got the right to treat me like shit, okay!?”

The fire in her chest had momentarily extinguished only to be replaced by a dagger with the word HUMILIATION carved on it. Which began stabbing her at almost every word Sakura spoke.

“I’m trying my very best to be supportive. I’m hosting you in my apartment, I’m taking care of you, I do care about you, and I want you to recover soon! That’s why I don’t want you to also add a fever to your current condition!” Haruka wondered for a moment if it were possible for her to fall into the floor, or become invisible, or just vanish into thin air…

“And yet, it looks like the more I try to help you, the more you hate me. And I’m sorry, I really am, but I can’t force myself to love you. Not in that way!”

…or simply die.

“So you better deal with it soon enough, or I’m going to ask the manager to take you someplace else. Because, I know it might sound crazy, but I have a heart too. And it bleeds, just like yours. You’re not the only one that gets hurt here. You’re not. And your dagger is just as sharp as mine.”

And just like that, Sakura grabbed her own coat and stormed out of the room. Haruka stayed there, staring at the ceiling, silently crying, and thinking. Three weeks ago she was filming for a new AKS produced drama called Tofu Pro-Wrestling. Having already had a back injury in the past, the doctors had told her not to do extreme efforts or movements. She had also told the staff and management, who assured her that they were going to take all necessary precautions. Clearly, they lied. Shimada’s wrestling character had this move that consisted in taking the opponent by the legs and spinning for five or six times until she threw them on the other side of the ring. And despite the staff had told Haruka that the ring floor was soft enough that it wasn’t going to cause her spine any kind of damage, the moment after they tried the move for the first time, her back began aching. It wasn’t anything unbearable, just a slight pain, and because she is the stubborn idiot she is, she didn’t tell anything to anybody. She just started taking a bunch of pills to make the pain go away and kept showing up at shootings. Ten days later the pain seemed gone so she stopped taking the pills. Few days later, while meeting fans at a handshake event, her spine began aching to the point she nearly fainted. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t even speak for how painful it was. And after spending a couple of nights at the hospital, anesthetized, the third day the doctors told her she had to start physiotherapy. Her mom and dad took care of her at her own apartment on Tokyo for the following few days, but because they both had jobs they had to attend to, they left for their hometown on the seventeenth day. That’s when her manager thought to ask Sakura to host her.

Terrible idea.

Haruka was in love with her. And if you asked her, she’d tell you she fell in love with Sakura right away, the moment their eyes met because, the truth is, she didn’t even recall when exactly she started feeling different towards the other girl. If it was after their conversation in Sakura’s hotel room when they both had the center-position stolen from under their noses by a second generation newbie, in which they cried and cried and told each other words of support and Haruka could swear that, for the first time in her entire life, she finally felt seen and understood by somebody to the very core; if it was after they moved Sakura to the new established Team KIV and she felt like they had cut out a piece of her own heart and thrown it to hungry dogs; or if it was when Sashihara asked both her and Sakura to kiss in front of a more than fifty thousand people audience during a concert. And she felt suddenly awkward and embarrassed and confused, but also weirdly excited and happy and actually grateful to Sashihara. And then she looked at Sakura, and she was embarrassed too, and she was beautiful and she was funny, and then Haruka wondered if she should’ve kissed her first in order not to make her feel uncomfortable. She didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. And then she glanced at her lips and they looked soft and warm and tasty, and so she leaned in and kissed her. And in a moment, in the fragment of a moment, the fifty thousand people audience vanished, as well as all the other members that were looking at them, waiting impatiently, and it was only the two of them. It was only Haruka’s heart, pounding and exploding like fireworks in the summer sky, and then blooming back to life like flowers in spring, and Sakura’s heart. And they were kissing, and Sakura’s lips were soft and warm and tasty . Like all different kinds of food Haruka would love to try in the world because eating is her second favorite thing in the world kind-of-tasty. And they were kissing, and for a moment, Haruka could swear Sakura was kissing her back. Before she pulled away. Before Sakura pulled away. And everyone else were laughing and cheering, and Haruka looked at Sakura and Sakura knew.

Haruka was in love with her and Sakura knew it. But, she didn’t feel the same. And now they were forced to live under the same roof and pretend it wasn’t the most awkward and inconvenient thing in the world. And Haruka couldn’t help it but acting like a bitch because her whole body and heart were in indescribable pain and she didn’t know how to make it stop. The doctors told her it was going to take some time before physiotherapy made effect, but even if that were true, even if eventually her body stopped aching, what about her heart? What about the nights spent crying before finally falling asleep because Sakura had to work until late with other members and she felt jealous and she wanted to be with her so badly? What about her feelings?

Her train of thoughts was abruptly interrupted by the door opening. She quickly raised her arm to wipe away the tears, but the sudden strain caused her to whine. Haruka was only now noticing that Sakura had left the shower on, and because of the steam that it formed, it took her a few seconds to recognize the little, round shadow that started rubbing against her feet.

“Hey you. What are you doing here?”

“He wanted to check on you.” Sakura spoke up from the doorstep, and Haruka froze. She made her way through the room and turned off the shower, and Haruka wondered if she had left it on, hoping for her to jump in it like she currently wasn’t the most pathetic of creatures, or if she really forgot to turn it off. Which wouldn’t have been much like her. Because she was the clumsy, absent-minded one, not Sakura. Sakura pretended to be. Sakura was way too clever and attentive for that.

The girl stood there, and Haruka could feel her eyes on her. But she didn’t look up, she kept her own on Maru-chan, the cat. She knew the other was waiting for her apologies, and she knew she had all the rights to. But the more she tried to look up the more the fear of rejection and judgment and criticism and hatred tied her eyes to the cat. And her chest was on fire again, and she was burning again, and she wanted to be brave and strong and decent to the person who more than anyone else was looking over her and taking care of her, even more than her own parents, but she couldn’t. She simply couldn’t.

“Maru-chan, let’s go. Let’s give her some more time alone,” again, Sakura broke the silence. She picked up the fur-ball and headed for the door. “Call me if you need anything.”

“I’m sorry!” she threw up the words. And she was feeling lighter, but also sicker.

They were met with silence, but Sakura was there. Glancing at her back.

“I’m sorry.” she threw up again, her heart racing, her hands shaking, her lungs turning ashes for how much they were burning. “I’m sorry.” This time, a whisper. A sob, but without tears. Perhaps there were none left, she thought. Perhaps her eyes had finally become dry and she had no more tears to shed. Not too bad, right? Not too bad.

She felt a hand touching her shoulder, then her arm, then her hands - gently, tenderly – and Sakura was back on her knees, facing her. Maru-chan nowhere to be seen, and their eyes burning into each other. “It’s okay.” she said in a whisper. “I just want you to heal…” And in that moment, all the tears Haruka no longer had to shed were running down Sakura’s own face. Silently, slowly. Beautifully, painfully. And Haruka wanted to kiss them away, and vow her that she was never going to hurt her again. But she knew herself, and she knew how she felt, and she knew her condition, and she didn’t want to lie.

Sakura wiped her own tears away. Then a smile, “You’re still soaked wet. Are you going to slap me again?”

And Haruka knew that Sakura already had the answer, but she still slightly shook her head in response. And so she began unbuttoning her nightdress once more, without ever breaking eye contact with her, but Haruka’s eyes would too often fall on her lips, linger there, crave them, while the arousal became stronger every loosen button. The orthopedic corset came after that, leaving her completely naked.

Sakura embraced her, wrapping her own arms around her back, slowly lifting her up from the wheelchair. Their bodies were touching, rubbing against each other. And it was painful, and it was humiliating, but it also was hot and pleasant and the closest Haruka was ever going to get to her. So she compromised with herself and decided to focus on the bright side, for once. The shower had a small stool in the middle, which Sakura put in there after Haruka moved in. She put her down, carefully. Then turned the shower back on and began washing her back. Her touch was gentle and soft, and the water was running, and Haruka could see her getting wet, and she could smell her shampoo, and she wondered if she was going to smell like her now. When she was done, Sakura asked her if she wanted her to also wash her front body, but Haruka figured it wasn’t going to be too hard for her to do it by herself. And she was right.

Sakura wrapped a tower around her, then, and began drying her up. And Haruka stared at her, begging to know what she was thinking. She could clearly see the pink bra she was wearing showing from under her shirt, and she was soaked wet and she looked ridiculously beautiful. So she dared, and timidly cupped the cheek she had hit earlier with her hand. And she slowly leaned closer.

“Haruka…” Sakura let out in a whisper, as to warn her, but she didn’t move. She kept still, her eyes fixed on hers.

“Stop me.”

She actually begged her to. It was a cry for help. Because she knew her, she knew Sakura, and she knew that she wasn’t going to pull away. Because she knew Sakura cared for her and she wanted her to be happy and she knew how miserable and hopeless she had been feeling, and she was going to do anything in order to make her feel better, even that. Even kissing someone she didn’t have feelings for. Because she knew that Haruka actually also wanted to kiss her. And that the paradox that she had always been once more was showing, and once more, Sakura was the one who was going to be blamed for anything that was going to happen next. Because she knew that whatever decision she was going to take, it was going to hurt Haruka anyway. Because the one thing that Haruka wanted, the one thing that Haruka truly needed, other than being free of walking and working as she used to, was her. She wanted her, she wanted her love. Because that was the number one thing she loved the most in the world; Sakura. The one person that could make her smile and laugh, and cry and weep like nobody else could. She wanted to be with her, living in the world and experiencing all sort of things with her; challenges, achievements, failures, harsh moments, happy moments, joy and sorrow, all of them. She wanted to share her life with her, because being with her was the only thing that truly made her feel happy and complete. And it might’ve been selfish, and it might’ve been wrong, but Haruka had been fighting over those feelings and that side of herself for so long, she just wanted to feel joy.

And Sakura knew it. And Sakura didn’t move.

She let her kiss her, and she kissed her back. Embracing her, accepting her, welcoming her and all the weight of rejection and pain she’d been carrying with her. And Haruka felt that, she felt the acceptance and the warmth and the affection… But she didn’t feel the love. Rather, she did feel that, but not her own same kind. And so the tears were back, and her kiss became a little rougher, and her hand travelled down Sakura’s jugular while the other made its way up her shoulder. She was naked and she wanted Sakura to be naked too. She wanted her to be as fragile and exposed as she was. And if she couldn’t love her, she wanted her to hate her. She wanted her to hate her and stop pitying her. She wanted her to hate her and stop acknowledging her. She wanted her to hate her and stop loving her in a way that was never going to be enough.

And then she pulled away. Haruka pulled away. And she cried. And her spine was still aching, and her heart was still pounding, but the fire in her chest died, leaving only ashes behind. Because, it didn’t matter how hard she tried, or hoped, or begged, it was something she had to accept; that Sakura was never, ever going to love her back.

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