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Starlit night
Wake the Dead
Art by the wonderful @lilyoffandoms
Pairing: Troy Hassan x Eva Archer (f!mc)
Rating: Teen (fluff)
@choicesjanuary2024 prompt: Aurora (day 8)
Word count: 1,187
Summary: Several years before the events in Wake the Dead, Troy surprises Eva with a late-night outing within the confines of the Tower.
A/N: In this story Eva is 17, in her last year at school. Troy is about 2 years older and just recently started working at the supply depot.
Eva tosses and turns around on her lumpy mattress, sleep elusive. She had gotten expelled. Again. Gotten into a fight with her sister over it. Again.
“Eva, for crying out loud, it’s the second time this month! You have got to be more careful. You know how things are here.”
“But Brynn, I don’t get why we can’t even talk about how things were, before. Maybe if we knew more, we could make this place a bit better for everyone.”
Brynn sighs “I know you mean well, lil sis, but the leaders of the Tower are clear about the rules, whether we agree with them or not. And trust me, we don’t want to get kicked out into the wilderness.”
She sighs, trying to will herself to sleep. Maybe she should hold her tongue more, but it infuriates her that the Tower leaders only care about teaching them the basics for survival – any form of critical thinking frowned upon, worse, punished.
Toc. Toc.
A knock on the door shakes her from her reverie. She opens a crack to find a grinning Troy.
“What the hell, Troy? It’s the middle of the night!” She whispers, glancing back to make sure Brynn hasn’t stirred.
“You don’t say! Come on, I have something to show you. You’re gonna like it.” He winks.
“I’m in enough trouble as it is. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
“Afraid not, it’s kind of a middle of the night thing.” He grins wider. “And, we’ve gotta go now if we don’t want to get caught. So, what’dya say, Archer, up for a little adventure?”
She frowns at him, but her curiosity is piqued.
“Wait a sec.”
She shuts the door on his pleased face and quickly pulls on a sweater, sweatpants and boots. She grabs a flashlight and sneaks out into the dark hallway, glancing one last time at Brynn’s sleeping form.
She’s so gonna kill me.
As soon as she shuts the door, Troy takes her hand, leading them down several service hallways then up a series of rickety fire exit stairs. They duck into the shadows a few times to avoid patrolling guards.
“So where exactly are you taking me?” She whispers as they continue to climb ever higher.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Troy.”
“We’re almost there!” He winks.
Sure enough, a few minutes later he stops them in front of a steel door high up one of the Tower’s outer walls. He pulls out a key from his pocket and unlocks, pushing it open with a flourish.
They enter a small room stacked with dusty cases filled with weapons, munitions and other military equipment. At the far end, a small balcony overlooks the forest surrounding the Tower.
“Troy, what is this place?”
“An ammunitions depot. They have a bunch of these scattered around the tower to defend against drones. And in case of security breaches from inside the tower, I wager… Only Blackstock’s most loyal have access keys.”
“Look at you, the ultimate insider!” Eva smirks at her friend, punching him lightly on the shoulder.
“Nah, I just know people who know people. The surprise is over here. Come, take a look.” Troy leads her towards the exposed balcony.
She gasps as she takes in the scene.
The balcony is perched high above the ground, providing a bird’s eye view of the hills and valleys surrounding the Tower.
She looks out at the snow-covered mountains and valleys. Millions of twinkling stars lighting the night.
Her breath catches as she notices bright shimmering lights in hues of green, blue and purple, dancing across the sky.
“It’s beautiful.” She whispers, stunned.
“Yeah. They call them northern lights. I read about them in some magazine. I was telling Sam and the guys about them, and she told me she’d seen these strange lights while out patrolling the past few nights. Convinced her to lend me the key to this place. It’s pretty amazing, I never thought we’d see them so far south.”
“Isn’t Sam that brunette guard you’ve been flirting with?” Eva smirks, teasing. “You charmed her into lending you the keys?”
“What can I say, I’m irresistible.” Troy grins, puffing out his chest.
“If you say so, Hassan.” She smirks.
Eva looks out at the magical scenery, captivated. The aurora dance in the skies in an ethereal, pulsating rhythm, reflected on the white blanket of snow covering the fields and mountains.
She shivers a little as a cold gust buffets their small balcony. Troy pulls out a blanket from his bag. He sits down on the ledge and beckons her over, wrapping them both snuggly.
“You came prepared.”
He shrugs “Figured it’d get cold out here.”
They sit in companionable silence for a while, in awe at the delicate dancing ribbons of light. Relishing in the peace and quiet of the outside world.
“One day, Troy, I’m going to see all this from outside the Tower. There’s got to be something better out there for us...”
“I’m quite alright right here, thank you very much.”
“For someone who spends an inordinate amount of time reading up on old world curio, you’re not even a little interested in seeing and experiencing it for yourself?”
“Oh, believe me, I am. If it weren’t for the flesh eating freaks I’d be long gone… but let’s face it, I’m too good looking to die.” He flashes her one of his trademark grins.
She chuckles, a twinkle in her eyes.
“So, speaking of good looks, why d’ya invite little old me when you could be making out with the lovely Sam?” Eva asks him teasingly.
“First of all, I don’t need any magical dancing lights to up my game with the ladies.”
She scoffs.
“Second, I heard you got expelled. I swear Blackstock’s goons are becoming unbearable. And it’s not just the school. It's harder and harder to get my hands on contraband, they’re really cracking down on everyone.” He sighs. “Anyway, I just figured you could use a friend and some cheering up.”
“Thanks Troy, this is just about the nicest thing someone’s done for me.”
She kisses him on the cheek before laying her head on his shoulder, gazing out to the skies once more.
Troy hopes the darkness hides his blush.
He wraps an arm around Eva, pulling her closer as they both take in the mesmerizing display.
Maybe one day he’ll be brave enough to tell her how he feels.
But tonight, he’s content he was able to brighten her night a little.
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Welcome to the World of Night
Nightbound is a visual story from the @playchoices App created by Pixelberry Studios. The characters and places are owned by Pixelberry except of those which I created myself to give the story a special touch.
Main Character: "Female" (not going to appear). It also can be canoned as a Male Main Character too, but then the plot with the hunting outfit wouldn't make sense.
Characters: Garrus, Krom, Ivy, Luc, ... and more
Summary: A child gets plunged into the World of Night after a tragic incident.
Mystery ● Angst ● Drama ● Friendship
Word counting: 4.9K words (Whooopsie)
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Angst, Death, Language, Blood
Taglist: @choicesficwriterscreations ; @peonierose ; @secretaryunpaid ; @lilyoffandoms ; @lawrencebarkley ; @blackcatkita ; @infactnoimmasitinthemiddle ; @jdstar88 ; @mxdanni ; @tessa-liam ; @hopelessromantic1352
Reblogs/feedback/reactions appreciated !!! <3
Who knew that after a tragic event, the death of a child's parents would turn the world for Elijah Ryder upside down.
As an old, gray-haired man with a beard entered a bar, called the Graveyard Shift. He was carrying a young child over his shoulder who couldn't stop crying. Two familiar faces inside the building greeted him as he entered... but, they weren't ordinary people.
"Elijah, what happened and who's...?", a very young fae paid his attention to the old man and the sad child.
"It's not good to bring a child into a bar.", Krom, the stone troll added.
Elijah Ryder was a nighthunter who lived alone and often visited the Graveyard Shift for a drink, but this time it was something else. He had a tiny companion, a young toddler, about 5 years old who's been crying for a long time.
"Shhh, stop crying. It's alright, you're safe now. Calm down, child."
"Mom!! Dad!!", it cried. Tears covered his face, his sobs getting louder and everyone around him getting now restless.
"Garrus, my child, do you have anything from the fae realm to make this child calm down?", the old man asked who took a seat as he tried to calm the little boy down.
"I am not sure if we should...", Garrus couldn't even finish his sentence as suddenly Krom took the boy from Elijah away and placed it on his lap. His heavy arms wrapped around the toddler as he calmly whispered to calm it down.
"Hey, hey, brave boys don't cry. If you continue crying, you're going to make me sad too.", the stone troll got emotional, wrapped his heavy arms carefully around him and pulled him closer for a hug.
Several minutes passed until the little boy calmed himself down, but still couldn't hold back his tears. Elijah already filled Garrus and Krom in about what happened to the child. The boy and his parents were having a picnic for his mom's birthday. There, his parents were attacked by a mysterious monster. His mother even shoved him towards the bush and told him to run, but when he saw them being killed, he screamed and caught the monster's attention. But before the monster could do anything to him, Elijah Ryder came to the rescue. He picked up the boy and ran, the monster howling behind them. Elijah covered the eyes of the child from the sight of his parents' bodies as he passed. He sang quietly to it, all the way out of the bayou, and let the young boy cry all over him...
"Yes, and that's what happened."
"Oh dear, this is terrible. I wish..."
Suddenly the kid pulled away from Krom, ran towards the Graveyard Shift's door until Elijah caught him to prevent the child's escape.
"Stop, you're not goin' anywhere. It's too dangerous as a child alone in such a big city."
"And Mom and Dad? I want to go to Mom and Dad. I want them back."
"They're gone, my boy. Forever."
"Don't you have other family members you know? They can help you.", Krom asked.
"No, I don't. I am alone."
"You won't and you don't have to be scared anymore because I will adopt you, take care of you now. You don't deserve to live alone in this horrible world. Tomorrow morning, I will take care of the adoption papers."
"Sir, you can't be serious? It's such a huge responsibility and..."
"I know, Garrus.", Elijah looked at him in a serious expression and then turned his attention to the boy again. He went to his knees, placed his hand on the child's shoulder and smiled warmly.
"Now, tell me... What's your name, my boy?"
"Nik.", he sniffed and wiped his tears away.
"What a great name for a such strong boy, Nik. Damn, you have nice hair and cool clothes you're wearing... Wow!", he praised the boy who gave a shy smile back at him.
"May I present myself? I'm Garrus. You are now my little, cute brother, so welcome to the family. And may I present Krom, we both just met a few days ago."
"Yes, I'm Krom. And no need to be afraid, Elijah and Garrus are my friends and will take good of you."
"Yes, fear not. Oh,... Elijah, I still have an apartment upstairs left empty... Well, except for that nighthunter outfit which was left upstairs. Do you want to take it for yourself and the child? I'm afraid that living in a house in the woods could scare Nik.", Garrus recommends.
Suddenly Elijah's calm face turned into a thundery look filled with anger. He took a step towards, grabbed Nik and pulled him closer into his protective embrace, away from Garrus.
"Garrus, my child, you're recommending me to rent the apartment she lived in?! Her apartment? Haven't you forgotten the way she betrayed me??!!"
"Elijah, she doesn't live in New Orleans anymore. She's gone and took most of her things with her... well, except for her hunting outfit with the red leather jacket. The one you gifted her..."
"No, I don't want to know anything about this. I don't want to rent the apartment where she stayed and I never will."
"Who's she?", small Nik asked the angry man.
But instead of giving an answer, Elijah went on his knees to come face to face with the boy. Looking deep into the innocent eyes, the man told him. With clenched jaws and in an angry tone which made the little one shiver.
"No one, she's no one. And Nik, one thing you should know. Never, never, never, trust anyone."
"What? Why?"
"I will show you. I will teach you why and then you will understand, my boy."
And with that, Elijah grabbed his wrist and led him outside of the building without looking back at Garrus and Krom. Only Nik turned his head back to meet the eyes of his newly made friends again before leaving the Graveyard Shift. The small boy wondered what would happen next in his life.
Elijah dragged the little toddler into a souvenir shop near the French Quarter, not far away from the Graveyard Shift. Colorful masks and costumes greeted them, as they entered. A very old woman bent over and waited behind the counter.
"Elijah, good to see you.", she answered and coughed.
"You're getting old, let someone else handle this shop."
"You're old too and you still hunt. And tell me, who's this tiny and weak companion of yours?", she laughed loudly and scared the child. It quickly hid behind Elijah and looked away from the old, scary lady.
But before the man could answer, another child appeared from behind the counter rushing towards the shop doors. The shouting of the old woman stopped him.
"Luc, come back! Where do you think you're headin'?! Stay in the shop and help me. Have you already finished the potion I told you to create for a customer?"
"Non, momie. Can I do it later? I want to head outside."
"Pourqoui?"
"To play with pretty girl."
Luc's mother got angry and pulled him back without even touching him. The tiny Nik couldn't believe his eyes and hugged Elijah's legs even tighter. She used magic which made little Luc fly across the room, back to her. It looked like being pulled by a real magnet.
"You will not meet pretty girl, she's dangerous and not even pretty."
"I think she's pretty, momie. And friendly."
"Go and play with Brie instead!"
"No, not Brie. Brie is sometimes mean and thinks she's a better witch child than me. I want to play with the pretty girl, she never made fun of me. She's so friendly and pretty."
"You won't meet her, son. She's a Reimonenq and Tonya's child. She can kill you by just touching you with her bare hands", she explained to Luc which made him sad while Nik, the other child brought by Elijah listened carefully and got even more frightened. Monsters, magic shop, potions, killing hands,... What in the world had he gotten into?
"I wanna go home...", Nik whispered who couldn't stop his tears and pulled on Elijah's clothes.
"I'll take you, little fella.", he answered to him and turned his attention back towards the old lady and Luc.
"Okay, you bitchy witch, I'm waitin'. Fresh holy light arrows, please. And a charm too.", he asked her and already placed the total amount of money on the counter in front of her.
She collected the money while Luc excitedly began gathering the needed items. Proudly he handed over the right arrows in the right amount. He was sure good in mathematics. Then the tiny boy turned around, climbed on a stool and reached for the other item which Elijah ordered too. It was a brown necklace with a silver ring hung on, a magical charm. Luc gave it to Elijah who smiled warmly at him.
"Good work, little Luc-ster! You were so quick, I bet you can take better care of the shop than your old mother. But she's right, you better stay away from the Reimonenqs'. And study hard your magic.", he gave him advice, patted on his shoulder and left the shop with Nik.
Outside he offered Nik to wear the pendant he just bought. After the young child wore it, his eyes began to glow and sparkle lightly. He closed them and then, after a few seconds, he finally opened them.
"What was that?", he carefully rubbed his innocent little eyes and blinked a few times.
Now everything looked much clearer to him when he found out that the walking humans on the streets of the city weren't all ordinary humans. No, some of them weren't human at all. Strange figures crossed by, ones he had never met before or only knew from fairytales and other stories.
"Nik, welcome to the World of Night. Now you'll see the true forms and identities of all beings who used to hide it with the help of a spell. You need to know that there's more than what it seems. You cannot trust anyone blindly in this cruel world. I promise to take care of you, make you understand, and teach you everything you need to survive and live in our world."
Several months have passed since that tragic incident, where a little boy lost his parents. Elijah Ryder became officially Nik's adoptive father. Now his name was officially Nik Ryder, Elijah Ryder's child. The old man took good care of the little boy and made sure to keep him happy and no longer mourn or cry over his dead parents. Father and son quickly became good friends.
They spend much time together in nature and Elijah taught him a lot about nature, animals, plants and even hunting so that Nik can protect himself when he's alone. One night the man even left the child alone in the graveyard, when both of them were hunting down a dangerous creature. Nik was left alone, so that he could learn not to blindly trust anyone, and that he should handle things on his own too. That lesson frightened Nik the most, but he understood that and what's best for him.
"Dad! Daaad!!", the little boy screamed and rushed to their little house in the woods, searching for his adoptive father. It was early morning when Nik decided to go for a walk alone into the woods but ended up discovering something frightening.
As he finally arrived home to quickly get his adoptive father, Elijah outside the house, he was greeted by an unfamiliar woman who's car was parked infront of their little house with a driver sitting inside it. The woman wore a light blouse and a short, black skirt which made her look like a real businesswoman. Earrings were hidden behind her black, shoulder-length hair. Her fair skin was shining in the sunlight and her heart-shaped face was covered with makeup. Elijah was there too and was having a heated argument with her.
"I absolutely do not care, I only came here back to collect a few things of mine which I left behind. Immediately let me inside the house, Elijah.", she demanded and took a step forward. A snake appeared out of her left sleeve which nastily hissed at Elijah. It was her pet snake, named Slitter.
"Ahh, a snake!!", Nik got frightened and took a few steps backwards.
"Don't worry, child. My little Slitter won't hurt anyone, he's not poisonous. Slitter just... doesn't like it if I get treated unfairly, right Elijah?", she said with a meaningful tone.
"I gave all your belongings to Garrus, so go to him. Besides, I won't let a traitor like you inside my house, Jacqueline."
"I'm no traitor. How dare you insult me like this?! I will make sure that..."
"Hey, stop!! Don't talk to my dad like this!!", the child angrily intervened.
"Son, let us adults talk."
"Elijah, did you call him your son? You have a child?", the woman surprisingly asked. For a short moment, she just silently stared at the child before coming out of her thoughts and facing the man in front of her again.
"You know what, Elijah? I don't want my things back anymore. You, me and Tonya are no longer a team and no longer The Guardians of the Night anymore. Have you understood? And neither will there be a next generation who will protect the worlds. I am happy with my new life. You can burn my hunting licence if you'd like, because leaving New Orleans and the nighthunters was the best thing that ever happened to me. Tonya was right, I should have done it earlier.", she confessed while Elijah only kept glaring at her with clenched teeth.
"If y'a done now, then I suggest y'a to leave."
"Well, gladly. Was nice to meet you... not. Such an unwelcoming and grumpy man you still are. I'll be going then, can't let my company, my caring boyfriend and my dearest child wait.", she curled her cherry-red lips, turned away from him and headed towards her car.
Elijah stood still and kept looking until she finally left. The old man's silence was worrying the little boy, so Nik stepped closer to give him a soft hug and tried to make eye contact. And when the eye contact finally happened, Nik was greeted back with a smile on his father's face. He gently ruffled the hair of the child which made it giggle.
"Don't worry, kid. Annoying people come and go in life, don't lose heart. By the way, where were ya' before?"
Quickly Nik's smile faded away and sadness was written all over his face.
"Dad, the... the wolves. The werewolves did something terrible.", he whispered and led his adoptive father deeper into the woods. The boy was looking around to remember and then pointed at a lonely tree. Marks of claws were carved onto it, werewolf claws. Blood, flesh, feathers, and some pieces of one or two birds were scattered on the ground which made the boy shed tears.
"Dad, they killed two innocent animals."
"The werewolves killed a falcon. No, two falcons.", the man analyzed. "But Nik, that's the way of life and the cycle of mother nature. Predators have to hunt to survive."
"And we nighthunters hunt monsters to save humans. Isn't that something else, Dad? And what will happen to the baby falcon?", he sniffed and pointed above to a bird's nest where a tiny chick was sitting waiting to be fed by the adult birds. Carefully Elijah reached for the young, helpless bird and held it in his palms.
"Squeak. Squeak. Squeak."
"Poor baby bird lost its parents like I did, Dad. We can't let it live outside alone without food and care. Can we keep it?", Nik requested and stared with his sad eyes to Elijah.
"Nik, it's a wild animal that lives free outside in nature. We can't keep it forever or treat it as a pet.", he explained which broke Nik's hope. But then he said more.
"How about we take good care of it for now till it gets older, and then we'll let the bird free? It's currently very young and could need help, or else it could easily become another prey."
"Yes, that's a good idea. I will take care of little birdy, I promise.", Nik excitedly said and began happily jumping up and down. Carefully Elijah handed the tiny bird to his son, who softly carried it in his palms and kissed it. "You're not alone now, birdy. Like I have Elijah, you have me now."
From that day on, little Nik took care of its very first pet which became a close friend of his. The boy named the falcon "Arrow", because he believes that one day it'll accompany him on his hunts and be flying fast like a shooting holy light arrow in the sky.
About 15 years later...
It's evening, and the young fae served drinks to his fellow customers, including his two best friends, Krom and Ivy. The bar wasn't very crowded tonight, but he was still busy.
"Mmmh, the Seasalt Slurry you make is definitely my favorite now. Thanks, Garrus.", Ivy praised him and enjoyed the magical drink.
But Garrus didn't answer, he went from table to table, picking orders and served his magical drinks to everyone inside his bar which was called The Graveyard Shift.
"So that's the famous Graveyard Shift...", a young teenager talked to himself as he entered the building. He began walking slowly towards the bar counter while his silvery-gray eyes shifted around, not to overlook any important detail. Garrus quickly rushed to the counter to take his order.
"Welcome to the Graveyard Shift, how may I help you?"
"What do we have here, a fae? No wonder that the drinks are famous for the Graveyard Shift.", he answered and smiled at him.
"Don't worry, I'm telling you that our friend Garrus won't disappoint you. Oh, I... by the way... You do look so young. Very young actually.", Krom noticed. To his defense, Nik showed the three of them his identity card and hunting license before putting them back in his pockets.
"Really, me and young? Thanks for the nice compliment. But don't worry, I'm over 18. Just reached my 20s if that happened to concern you, troll guy. Hmm, do you happen to serve a drink called Snake Tequila?"
"What's that? It sounds scary.", Krom answered.
"A drink I just discovered while I was on an undercover mission in Arizona to save a pegasi herd. The Blight Brothers challenged me to drink it, so I had to. It was the only way to impress them and to get inside their gang. I didn't like it at first, but later I got used to the taste of the drink. Not bad actually."
"Oh, I heard of that drink. It's not one of own my recipes, but I could make one if you like. I personally wouldn't drink it, dear.", Garrus laughed and began to create it in the backroom where the correct ingredients were safely stored. In the meantime, the man took a seat next to Krom and Ivy. He began to analyze them.
Krom was a stone troll with tiny fangs, who wore a regular red shirt. His skin was made of stone, but his heart was gentle and warm. Ivy was a so-called "zombie girl" who had long purple and pink ombre hair with bangs. She had red glowing eyes and gray skin and wore a short black Victorian goth-style blouse and black leather trousers.
As she discovered being watched, she didn't look away like Krom did. No, Ivy was a strong woman who wasn't afraid and stared back at him with her deep red eyes. He wore a gray shirt, black pants underneath, and a long brown leather jacket with a brown necklace with a silver ring hanging on it.
"Hmm, you're the hunter with the Cajun accent who sometimes visits my library, right?"
"Correctly said, creaturelogist. Nice to meet you outside the library too sometimes. It's been a while."
"Yeah, it's been a while. Besides, how could I forget the young hunter who never forgets my payment?", Ivy giggled.
"He's a nighthunter? But isn't he too young for...", Krom asked out of interest.
"A person has to be ready for anything.", he answered in a sad tone.
"Well, whatever, that's Krom. He might look like a dangerous and mean stone-troll but in real, he's such a fluffy and friendly teddy bear person. And the fae who makes your drink right now, that's Garrus. Both are my friends.", Ivy informed which washed away the sadness, written on the man's face.
"I see that you're scaring my customers again, Ivy", Garrus joked as he quickly appeared from the backroom and placed the ordered drink in front of the man on the counter. "Here you go!"
"Ewww, what is that?!!!! Eww, a dead snake?!! Is the snake even real?", Ivy felt disgusted and so did Krom, but he stayed silent.
"Now enjoy this drink, I guess. By the way, I have never seen you before... First time in the Graveyard Shift here?"
"Yeah, I guess so.", he answered a took a sip of the drink. Ivy and Krom were shocked as they saw him drinking the greenly colored liquid with something long swimming inside.
"Not bad.", he praised Garrus and his mixology skills. A sly smile on his face.
"Thank you, sir."
"Oh, don't call me sir. Nik, just Nik is fine. My name's Nik Ryder.", he introduced himself and shook hands with the fae.
"I am Garrus and it's a pleasure to meet you, you're always welcome in the Graveyard Shift, Nik. It's also such a coincidence... You have the same surname as a hunter friend of ours, right Krom-darling?", he mentioned and Krom nodded for approval.
A soft pink washed over his stony cheeks after Garrus called him darling. Ivy noticed and began to understand that Krom had a secret crush on Garrus, so she silently grinned by herself.
"Your hunter friend? The only hunter who shared the same surname as mine, was my dad, Elijah.", Nik sadly confessed and looked away.
"Waaait, you're Elijah Ryder's son?!! The Elijah Ryder?!! But how and when did this happen? I mean... he's not someone who had a great relationship with women and...?"
"Wooaah, woah, slow down... The hell, no, I'm not his real son. He adopted me, but he's still my dad.", Nik angrily intervened before anything wrong came out of Krom's innocent mouth. "Don't you all dare to say anything wrong about my dad, guys. Not only the troll, I'm warning everyone here in this room."
"I apologize on behalf of Krom, very sorry. But I remember that we have met before too.", Garrus answered.
"Nah, I don't think so. Been livin' in the woods with my dad for years and haven't seen a lot of New Orleans. It's my first time here in the Graveyard Shift, so..."
"No, we really met before. Garrus, I remember now too. Nik, you were a small toddler, that's why you don't remember. Elijah told us that he saved you from a monster that attacked your parents.", Krom added which made Nik finally realize that they were telling the truth. He did meet Garrus and Krom before. It's not the first time he visited the Graveyard Shift, he was here too before. Just about 15 years ago.
"Hmmm... Maybe, I'm not sure. Sorry, I don't remember.", Nik answered after thinking hard, but he didn't remember. He was too young, but he knew that they weren't lying. He believed them.
"Awww, such a sweet reunion with our little baby brother after many years. You got so big and strong, darling.", Garrus got excited and softly pinched Nik's cheek while Krom gave him a strong and welcoming hug.
"Ouch."
"Yes, we love you too. Now tell us where grumpy, old Elijah is? Haven't seen him for so long, right?"
"He... he..."
His beautiful eyes sparkled with tears and he hid his face behind his palms. Silent sobs appeared. Krom gently patted his back and the three of them shared sad glances to each other. After a few seconds, he calmed himself down on his own, wiped his tears away, and apologized embarrassingly to them.
"So... sorry, I didn't mean to. Sorry, it just happened. I... I need to be strong. Sorry, it's just... he's dead. My dad, Elijah died just a few years ago when I was 17. He's no longer in our world, he left. He's gone. I lost my dad, the only person I had in this damn world left. I don't want to talk about this topic now.", he looked away and began to analyze the building.
"Nik, we're sorry. We didn't..."
"It's okay, I'm... I'm fine. Need to move on with life."
"Is he the reason you became a nighthunter too at such a young age?", Krom carefully asked.
"Yes, to honor him and everything he ever has done for me. I lost my parents and him to the claws of supernatural monsters. That ugly and horrible side of this world ruined my entire life. I... I could have turned evil, I could have destroyed that part of the world with all its supernatural beings, but I can't. My birthparents taught me to respect, and love nature with its living beings while Elijah taught me to understand, learn, and protect the world from evil. Later, I learned that not everything in this world is horrible. Guys, I even met a friendly werewolf guy, and you know how mean they can be and what kind of bastards these creatures are. I hate werewolves. I hate werewolves as much as vampires. But, he's different. Mister Lowell is so different from the other wolves. I think he also has two sons. Whatever. The main thing is that in the World of Night, there still is the World of Light with its many beautiful and fantastic creatures. Fae, pegasi, dragons, hippogriffs, and more. And what kind of person am I who decides another's fate? So my only mission will be from now on to save the human world and the supernatural world from evil. To protect children, families, and each being because I don't want anyone to suffer as much as I did.", Nik explained which made Garrus, Krom, and Ivy a bit emotional too.
"Oh, Nik..."
"Hey, it's okay. I'm fine. Now let's change the topic, okay? Hmm, do you happen to have a free apartment for rent? I've been searching for one. I just wanted to move closer into the city and... and... Elijah's house in the woods... I can't face it, old memories with him and... I... I miss him. I miss him very much.", he confessed. Garrus gently squeezed his shoulder for support.
"No fear, my mortal friend, I happen to have an empty apartment upstairs left for you in good condition and fair price. Well, there is one hunting outfit left upstairs. The person who lived there before must have forgotten it."
"Or abandoned it on purpouse.", Ivy giggled.
"Okaaay, well, I want to see it. If the apartment is good for me, then I will take it. One outfit won't stop me, okay.", he answered and followed Garrus, the owner of the building upstairs.
A few minutes later the two of them returned and joined Ivy and Krom who were ready to hear Nik's decision.
"I... I think I'm taking it. It's a deal."
"Hear, hear, my fellow friends, may I announce Sir Nik Ryder as the new renter of the apartment, our new neighbor and friend.", Garrus triumphantly introduced which embarrassed Nik. Krom and Ivy enjoyed and both clapped as Garrus elegantly bowed at the end.
"Are you royalty or what, Garrus?", Nik smirked.
"Hihihi, I think this was fun. Welcome to the Graveyard Shift!!!", Ivy excitedly squeaked.
"Merci, merci, mademoiselle Ivy. Nice bar here.", a happy voice greeted them. It was Luc who just entered the bar and appeared to the group with some arrows to deliver to Nik.
"I didn't welcome you, Luc. I welcomed... Oh, whatever, forget it. Long time not seen actually."
"Oui, I hope you're doing fantastique. Nik, here are the arrows you wanted.", he said and handed them to him.
"Thanks, Luc, I'll pay the money tomorrow morning. I promise."
"No problem, I trust you. Hey, have you heard about that new huntress in town? She's a real hottie and her wild magenta-colored hair... just wow.", Luc whispered to Nik who raised an eyebrow.
"Better hunter than me? Well, every new hunter colleague who will help us to defeat the evil guys is heartily welcome. But I hunt alone, like always. Hmmm, by the way, you kinda seem happy about her."
"I think Luc's always like that when he's meeting good-looking people, especially women. Am I right?", Ivy giggled.
"Mademoiselle Ivy, what do you mean with always? I haven't met a lot of women in my life. The only women I know are my mother, Bri, the other witches Ivy, and no other. And I feel attracted towards women and men equally.", he explained.
"Oh Luc, I was just kidding. Don't feel attacked like that. Join us for a drink! Welcome to the Graveyard Shift too.", she laughed and lightly punched his shoulder which made him laugh too.
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Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree
Premise: Ethan returns from a business trip and discovers the joy of being home.
Book: Open Heart (post series)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine)
Rating/Category: General. Fluff.
Words: 995
A/N: This fic is inspired by TikTok Tuesday 35 from @potionsprefect. Submission for @choicesdecember2022 Day 19 “Christmas Lights” and @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday Event 2022. Also submitting to @choicesholidays prompts “thankful” and “holiday spirit”.
The sky above was dark, but the snowy white city streets were bright, with Christmas lights providing a kaleidoscope of color. Pop music drifted from the car speakers, and his driver’s head bobbed lightly with the tune, fingers tapping against the steering wheel.
Ethan Ramsey sighed deeply as the car neared the mid-rise condo building facing the Boston Harbor. It was good to be home. There was a time when he would have considered a condo just a place to park his head at night. Now it was home and held everything he cherished in his life.
Glad to leave the cold and icy wind behind, he grabbed his bag from the trunk, marched through the revolving glass doors, and into warmth. Up the elevator. And home.
Ethan unlocked the front door and inhaled the fragrance of fresh flowers in the foyer. It was mixed with vanilla from the holiday baking adventures; Cassie had texted him updates. And there was another scent, something indescribable and yet so familiar.
He set his overnight bag against the wall and hung his thick winter jacket in the hallway closet. The cheery melody of a classic Christmas song was blasting through the air, and he raised his eyebrows at how loud it was. He sent a silent thanks for soundproofing as he followed the sounds to the living room.
The sight before him set off a wide grin across his face, displaying teeth and dimples. He leaned against the wall, folded his arms across his chest and watched his wife and daughters literally rocking around the colorfully decorated Christmas tree.
Cassie Valentine was barefoot, dressed casually in jeans and a black sweater, her blonde hair flying everywhere as she executed a perfect pirouette. His wife laughed uproariously when Sophie and Eloise tried to copy her but lost their balance and, giggling, fell into a heap on the thick floor cushions.
His daughters were also barefoot and wore knee-length dresses with flared skirts in the same style but different colors. Their long brown hair was held back from the front by glittery fairy headbands almost falling off.
He couldn’t hear their giggles above the music, but he could see the pure joy on their innocent faces as their mother helped them off the floor.
That’s when he noticed Cassie’s phone mounted horizontally on a tripod, likely capturing the dance party to send to his father and her parents. Both sets of grandparents demanded a near-constant stream of photos, videos and FaceTime calls.
His heart softened when the three of them started gyrating their hips to the rhythm of the song’s chorus. They hip-checked each other before leaping away and twirling in place, throwing their arms in the air.
To be fair, at five years old, the twins’ dancing was more energetic than coordinated. But they also had their mother’s natural gift and style.
The tune on the speakers changed to another popular Christmas song, one of those ubiquitous ones you couldn’t avoid no matter where you went. Before he lost them to the music again, he moved further into the living room and into their line of sight.
“Daddy!”
Eloise and Sophie shouted gleefully when they saw him and rushed towards him, their arms wrapping around his legs. They tilted their heads back and gave him toothy grins. He smiled at them, his hands automatically brushing away the wet strands clinging to their rosy, red cheeks, the back of his hand caressing the soft skin.
He met Cassie’s smiling gaze as she sauntered to where he stood, unable to move due to the girls clinging to his legs. She laced her fingers through his, cupping the back of his neck with her free hand, and leaned in.
“Welcome home,” Cassie whispered before capturing his lips in a brief but searing kiss.
“It’s good to be home,” Ethan said softly, clearing the gruffness from his throat.
“Daddy, come dance with us!” Eloise exclaimed, taking his hand to drag him to the middle of the room. Sophie did the same to Cassie.
Ethan started to protest that he didn’t dance to this type of music. But his words were drowned out by the pleading looks from his daughters. Unable to deny them this, he nodded and joined in, laughing at how Sophie and Eloise started jumping around.
Cassie held out her hands, and both girls took one. Then all three spun round in circles, their feet stamping to the fast melody. Ethan started to call out that they would get dizzy, but they changed dance moves before he could get a word out.
Sophie tried to pirouette again, succeeding this time, her body held up by Cassie’s tight grip on her hand. Meanwhile, Eloise tucked her hands in both of his and tried to get him to dance with her.
“Round and round in circles, Daddy,” she said giddily.
He stumbled at first but soon followed Eloise’s lead, holding on tight to her small hands as the room spun around him. Ethan wouldn’t necessarily call this dancing, but the twins seemed to love it, as did their mother.
The song changed to Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree, which was a cue for him and Cassie to change dance partners. He whirled Sophie in his arms while Eloise and Cassie did some kind of bunny hop moves.
Rockin' around the Christmas tree
At the Christmas party hop
Mistletoe hung where you can see
Every couple tries to stop
Rockin' around the Christmas tree
Let the Christmas spirit ring
Later we'll have some pumpkin pie
And we'll do some caroling
Snow swirled outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the world into a magical, white fairytale land. Inside, the star on top of the Christmas tree shone bright, and music continued to play.
The family of four danced around the Christmas tree, lost in the pleasure of being in each other’s company, their laughter ringing free.
They were happy. They were home.
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The Evening ― a Bound by Destiny drabble
⥼ Summary ⥽
While Nadya is busy making friends among the Ball's other human guests, Adrian and Kamilah retreat to the vampire-exclusive La Soiree. It is there that Adrian meets a pair of vampires with which to spend the evening... and finds himself caught up in the scintillating air of their natural mystery.
note: This piece takes place during Bound by Destiny, during the events of Chapter 10: The Cellar. It is not necessary to read to understand Book 1 or the Oblivion Bound series, but it does provide a fun insight into both Adrian and the original characters Valdas and Isseya.
word count: 4,175
rating: mature
content warnings: language, blood drinking, vaguely-described sexual situations
find out more: HERE
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By the third time Kamilah sweeps her gaze across the room he’s had enough.
“You don’t need to babysit me all night. Do you think I’m going to up and retreat the moment you turn your back?”
The look she gives him isn’t entirely unwarranted; a simple arched brow and the kind of breath that shifts her bosom at the top of her corset but serves only to be seen and understood.
For as long as he’s known her, Adrian has been fascinated with Kamilah’s skill of speaking columns without so much as an utterance. Maybe it comes with age. More likely it’s just something uniquely Kamilah.
“Give yourself a tad more credit Adrian.” She curls a single finger in the air; summoning a serving boy from out of his line of sight and plucks her choice of dark amber liquor from his offered assortment. “‘Retreat’ is not a word in your lexicon.”
The same silver tray is offered to Adrian. He declines, and the servant flits away.
“You know what I mean.”
Kamilah savors her drink for a long moment. “Perhaps I did, once. Now, however, I find myself in need of a translator where you are concerned.”
And… well, isn’t that entirely not what he was expecting. “What’s that about?”
“It is about the changes I’ve seen in you over the last few months. I’ve yet to determine whether or not to be concerned.”
“A chan—” But before he can even get the full question out, Kamilah cuts him off.
“Do not play the fool to me. Never to me.”
Eyes sharp as the daggers she collects so avidly; plum-tinted lips curled into a frown usually reserved for literally anyone else. All of her discontent plain to see despite the heady fog of incense that curls around the foyer and its guests.
But it’s not exactly difficult for Adrian to figure out the source of her ire. The unspoken name that’s kept her on her toes.
Only Adrian wouldn’t dare do anything but call Nadya a profoundly positive influence on his life. Not even just his—Kamilah’s, too. How long has it been since he’s heard even the whisper of amusement curled into the corners of her mouth? Or seen a kindness as simple as slipping Nadya her Clan symbol so she wouldn’t have to brave the train ride without them at her side?
One of his great personal tragedies of the last century was being forced into the role of silent witness to the hardening of Kamilah Sayeed’s heart. And yet she sits here in front of him and implies he’s the only one changed by the strange yet welcome break in immortal tedium ignited by their wondrous new human friend.
Alas, Adrian isn’t the least bit surprised.
He’s young (compared to her, anyway), but not stupid.
Before Adrian can speak a word in his own defense a familiar and throaty laugh catches the pair’s attention. It has Adrian looking beyond her shoulder while Kamilah twists lithely to join him in watching Lester’s entrance to the evening’s events.
To no one’s surprise their fellow Council member has arrived with a beautiful woman gracing each arm. Mortal, given the flush in their cheeks — and no doubt a disturbingly small fraction of his presumed age. He postures; he always does. Loud bellowing guffaws and over-exaggerated reunions with old friends he will need plenty of liquor to recall the names of.
By the time he’s made his way across the foyer there’s an entire Castellanos entourage on his heels. And as quickly as they gathered… they all vanish together too. Gone behind one of several doorways draped in maroon velvet.
Attentions turning back to one another, the looks Adrian and Kamilah exchange make his heart feel a little bit lighter. Even when they aren’t eye-to-eye on one thing, they will always be on the same team.
“Well we know which salon to steer clear of.” Adrian muses.
“I would venture caution even to those which share a wall with his den of debauchery.”
That, however, brings up the unspoken discussion neither of them have wanted to set in motion. The one where they discuss their own and each others’ participation in the soiree’s intended purpose.
Kamilah is certainly dressed for it. And Adrian isn’t even the only one around them wearing a simple suit — sometimes what is not revealed is just as tantalizing as what is, after all.
So he sighs, accepts defeat, and politely stops the closest server for his pick of red wines on offer. “I’ll stay—salut,” his raised glass meets hers between them, “but I’ve got too much on my mind to even think about… joining in.”
Knowing it’s the best she’s going to get out of him, Kamilah accepts this and begins to unwind herself from the supple leather sofa.
“One of these days you might want to try not shouldering the world’s every burden.”
“One of these days.”
“And when such a day comes, I might just die from shock.”
“Just don’t resent me for being your demise.”
With a bemused little smile Kamilah bends down to bestow chaste kisses to his cheeks. It’s enough to give Adrian a strange yet fleeting sense of relief. “I cannot make any promises about not holding it against you,” she teases. “But in all seriousness— do try to find something to keep you entertained tonight. You might even find yourself enjoying what opportunity comes along. It does so only once a decade, if you recall.”
Then Kamilah takes her leave. Adrian watches her go for lack of anything better to do… though the sight of her greeting an unfamiliar woman with a coy smile and friendly kisses isn’t exactly easy on him. He’s glad she’s giving into the opportunity to let loose even a little bit — but knowing what Adrian does about Nadya and her feelings towards Kamilah…
Well, he’s frustrated. Torn between two loyalties. But that’s nothing new.
La Soiree is still in its early hours. Eventually the foyer, still bustling with the last wave of attendees under the impression fashionably late has modern relevance, will be no more than an echoing chamber. And Adrian still doesn’t know if he plans on being one of the scant few left behind.
Wistfully his thoughts drift—unsurprisingly—to Nadya and the Cellar party happening below. Maybe he could pop in. Could check and just make sure she’s acclimating and finding friends and doing well. But would the attendants even let him in…?
The other end of the long couch sighs. Drawing Adrian’s attention to the man helping himself in taking up Kamilah’s place.
He gives the stranger a polite nod out of sheer courtesy — already readying himself to stand and take his leave.
“Surely there is enough room to share?”
Adrian blinks, startled. Looking back at the man but unsure of what to say.
“Yes, you,” the stranger offers a small chuckle and a sweeping hand to all of the empty cushions around them. “There’s no need to leave. In fact, I invite the pleasure of your company.”
The pleasure of his company? Words no doubt carefully-chosen here… of all places.
“Unless…” The man shrugs one shoulder before looking up at Adrian through obviously lowered lashes. “You have a prior engagement, of course.”
Something about the unspoken implication rubs Adrian the wrong way; and makes him debate staying solely to prove the man wrong. There’s a touch of the sinner in the glint of the stranger’s honeyed eyes and the almost predatory way he watches Adrian while sipping his drink.
Apparently… he’s doing this. Adrian sits back down… and tries to reassure himself of the feeling that he may not have really had a choice in the matter. Of course he did.
… Right?
The other vampire doesn’t bother hiding the victory lacing his smile. “Forgive me, where are my manners…”
He extends a dark hand… and the moment Adrian reciprocates the other takes it as unspoken permission to snatch up the empty cushion between them.
“You will call me Valdas.”
Oh will he? “Adrian, Adrian Raines.”
Only Valdas doesn’t relinquish his grip so easily. Leaving Adrian watching with growing confusion and unease as he turns over their joined hands with a tender curiosity.
“Ease the tension in your jaw. It isn’t good for such a handsome face to always look so displeased with the world.”
Reluctantly, Adrian does. “I don’t think I look… displeased,” and brushing the barely-concealed compliment aside… “May I have my hand back, Valdas?”
Apparently not. Well-trimmed nails brush along the inside of his upturned wrist. They linger in the same way winter just won’t let the city go in February. The barest touch dragging along the lines of Adrian’s palm in a way only a lover’s should.
Valdas hums as if pleased. “The trained eye can always tell who among us are survivors of the days of old. Indulge me this, Adrian Raines — I would put you at two, three centuries walking?”
“Pardon?”
“You are pardoned. I’m asking for your age, young man.” Which is a strange endearment to hear from someone who looks pretty close to him in physical age at the very least. Adrian can almost imagine a bit of a baby face hiding under that thick and well-trimmed beard.
While asking someone’s age isn’t any taboo among their kind—especially those gathered at La Soiree—Adrian can’t help but feel a little bit uncomfortable; sharing his age with a man he’s only just met. It’s a clear indicator at the very least that he’s not from around New York or the surrounding states. If he was he’d know Adrian by sight. And age has always been an important measure of decorum — among the Council anyway. It’s why the likes of the Baron will always hesitate before crossing Kamilah; or even Adrian himself for that matter.
Kamilah had even explained to him once the importance of age in the old European vampire culture. How it dictated everything from eye contact to forms of address to even whether you could speak to someone at all.
If Adrian’s placing this Valdas’ accent even remotely geographically close… these could be dangerous waters ahead.
Subtly, Adrian tries to coax his hand free. “Is it that important?”
He fails. Earning instead the stroke of a roughly calloused thumb over the top of his palm. “My curiosity has you uncomfortable,” Valdas answers; a statement that leaves Adrian slightly taken aback.
“Well, no, I —”
The other vampire’s grasp tightens suddenly. It’s minuscule, but definitely noteworthy.
“I do not ask the same thing twice.”
That Adrian doesn’t have a hard time believing. At this rate it’s just easier to answer and get it over with. “I’ve never had a reason to count the years off,” he coolly lies, but still offers, “somewhere over the head of two hundred and fifty, though.”
His acquiescence is met favorably; an almost proud curve added to Valdas’ smile while he nods.
“Yes. I thought so.”
“How could you tell?”
Valdas seems glad Adrian asks. He gestures with a sweep of his thumb over calluses so old Adrian often forgets they’re there; no more important or defining unto him than the scar on his foot from the angry end of a horseshoe nail in his youth, or the chip on his bottom tooth he had been forced to wait for modern dentistry to finally get corrected.
Judging by the way Valdas looks at them, too, their permanence is kind of the whole point.
“The evidence is here, do you see? So many of us lucky enough to have survived have telltale marks such as these. Marks from a farmer’s labor or a blacksmith’s skill. Yours, Adrian, are a tad more distinct though. I would recognize another soldier’s hands anywhere.”
There was once a time when Adrian would have recoiled at the assumption. It didn’t matter if it was true or not. But Gaius has been gone for so long, now. Titles like Soldier, like Bloodqueen, have faded into nothing more than words; as mundane as their current occupations of CEO and Council Member.
“You’re a regular Sherlock Holmes, huh.”
Valdas again shrugs a single shoulder. Then he turns his own hand up and into Adrian’s cupped palm to reveal his own similarly rough hewn skin.
“Deduction has its uses to be sure. But I’ve found experience to be a far more adept means of investigation.”
At least Adrian can take his hand back, now.
“Well I guess my eye isn’t as trained. I hope you’re not waiting for me to guess your age.”
“Why would I, when the time it would take you to do so even close to accurately could be spent in far more amicable ways?”
In the time it takes Adrian to realize his intended insult, Valdas throws his arm over the back of the couch and allows himself to sink further into the pliant leather for comfort.
Well, Adrian thinks, there are worse ways to spend the evening.
He could be in the same room as Lester.
“I take it you are local to the area?”
Adrian nods. “Well—Manhattan, yes.”
“I mean to say that this is not your first of these events.” Valdas gestures broadly to the foyer around them; growing more empty with every passing minute. The intricate and semi-sexual dance of small talk and choosing partners seems to be nearly over.
Ah. “Oh, no then,” he answers. “What about you?” Since it’s highly unlikely his companion is here for someone’s Debut.
“‘Tis our first on this continent. Though the Balls of old hosted by the young Lord Lafayette weren’t so specific in nature back then — they never were.”
There’s… quite a bit to unpack there in a simple statement; and Adrian doesn’t really know where to begin. Maybe that’s a good thing—famous last thoughts—when Valdas reaches forward and cards a surprisingly gentle touch through his hair.
Adrian should be leaning away.
Why isn’t he leaning away?
Because apparently once again Kamilah is proven right — only this time she isn’t even here to reap the spoils of her victory. And because maybe it has been a while since Adrian has… indulged himself with the company of another. It’s not as though Valdas isn’t an attractive man; that’s not it at all. He just isn’t the first person Adrian would have picked out in a room full of equally eligible vampires ranging from casually friendly to just plain horny.
So where does that leave them?
It leaves Adrian speechless; a wordless yet not entirely unwilling participant to the way the other vampire takes slow and purposeful advances. It’s not like Valdas is trying to lure him in falsely with a ruse. They both know exactly what’s going on, what each movement and action mean, and what they could very well build up to.
And Valdas is surprisingly patient as he waits to see if his affections will be reciprocated… or politely refused.
Adrian Raines is a polite man by nature. However he doesn’t refuse.
The rough pad of Valdas’ thumb swipes over Adrian’s bottom lip slowly and with care. Pressing down with the barest of pressure; just enough to feel the tip of his nail on his front tooth.
There’s a point to this brief hesitation. Now would be the time to tell him to stop, if that’s the plan.
Instead, Adrian asks— “Which party would you be referring to, exactly? The Ball, or La Soiree?”
The answer to Adrian’s question lies not in words, but in the way Valdas moves his hand to hold the other’s chin with thumb and forefinger; in the way Adrian follows by allowing his head to cant to the side, welcoming a warm exhale of breath on his neck.
Valdas’ lips tease just shy of a kiss. There’s the tickle of his facial hair that Adrian hasn’t felt in—phew—at least two decades, maybe more? Sensations both familiar in theory and new in specific experience. All that and the air of hunger that hangs over them, sultry and sweet.
Adrian’s half-lidded eyes briefly sweep the room around them in a daze; looking but not really seeing anything from beyond this moment the men have sealed themselves in. Why would he even bother — when there’s still so much to be taken in from the awakening his body is undergoing?
That strong grip winds its way into Adrian’s coiffed hair — clutching at soft strands and digging into his scalp. Like the hand’s owner was born in the tumultuous storm straddling pleasure and pain and has never left it.
“May I?”
Two words given breath and life wet against Adrian’s throat. He isn’t given the chance to answer… but he doesn’t need to when blunted teeth suddenly give way to something sharper.
The lightest twitch is all it takes for Valdas’ fangs to pierce Adrian’s flesh. It’s a carnal act as much as it is a relief; eliminating the need to navigate the murky waters of speech any further.
They sit together, each man’s existence honed in on the other, for what feels like an eternity. The soiree, the Ball itself; everything could continue to move and flow around them and Adrian is quite sure he would be none the wiser.
Yet every time he reaches out to offer some kind of physical reciprocation, Valdas declines. Whether it’s seeking out his cheeks or hair, trying to skirt touches to his neck or shoulders… even when Adrian tries to switch subtle tactics and goes for the buttons of Valdas’ dress shirt with certainty—the other man pushes his hands back in a silent command to simply enjoy. To allow himself to be enjoyed.
The next attempt becomes his last. Rejection joined this time by punishment of Adrian’s hands held bound in his own lap. He really doesn’t have a choice after that.
Somewhere in the din of it all the hairs on the back of Adrian’s arms prickle with gooseflesh. It’s enough to drag him into awareness beyond the heated coil burning in his belly and back to the world that—somehow, like a fever dream—exists outside of Valdas’ extremely talented mouth.
They are being watched.
They are being enjoyed.
One of the staff tries to offer the woman an hors d’oeuvre; just doing her job, being polite. But even from across the room Adrian can see the tension rippling underneath supple olive skin; can sense it in the shift of her lithe body under the dim lighting of the chandelier, and in the way the sheer veils that cover just enough of her skin glide effortlessly along her body and curves.
She is dark black hair in ringlets around sharp cheekbones and a sharper jawline. One eye the color of a tree in morning light and the other an ivy-toned green; both pupils blown wide and black and seemingly endless. And her smile… oh how her fangs catch pearlescent in the light.
He has absolutely no idea who she is.
That doesn’t stop her from staring at them with eyes giving new definition to the word desire.
But the attention starts to unnerve Adrian slightly. Enough to make him twitch and move under Valdas’ continued bloodstained attentions — though his body isn’t sure where to go.
Judging by the tightening grip on his hair… nowhere.
But even through whatever lusting frenzy has him so enamored, Valdas doesn’t ignore the chance of ambiance. Rather than pull back entirely he simply shifts; coyly tucking his face into Adrian’s fluttering pulse in order to cast a subtle glance at what exactly has his new treat ready to flee.
“Ah, yes,” he croons, a familiarity in his tone that catches Adrian off guard, “she can be rather… intense at first. But I assure you darling, she means no harm. Well… none that will go unrewarded anyway.”
Blinking through the haze of Valdas is harder than Adrian expected it to be. “You… know her?” He asks.
Only the second the words pass his lips he no longer needs them. Only then does he remember Valdas’ earlier choice of words—
“…our first time…”
—and it all makes sense.
“She’s your… partner.”
Valdas chuckles lowly; lets his rumbling voice thickened with arousal burrow itself a home beneath Adrian’s skin.
“To call her such a plain term is almost an insult — not that you could have known. If my beloved is merely my partner, then this—here, you and I—is nothing more than a business-like chat.”
Which they both know is an understatement. Point proven when Valdas finally releases his wrists, reaching between their entwined bodies to palm the evidence of Adrian’s enjoyment of even the little they’ve done so far. Finding him full and aching; eager for release against the tight fabric of his suit slacks.
“I can’t recall business ever putting me… here.” Hard, confused; the itch of the role of prey tingling the base of his spine in a way it hadn’t since Adrian was Turned.
And all-too-quickly due to that woman’s unwavering stare.
Valdas wrenches Adrian’s focus back from across the room with a squeeze. Watching and relishing every expression flickering across Adrian’s face with rapt obsession. “I’m gladdened to know you aren’t opposed to Isseya’s voyeurism.”
Any protests that might have been are thus no longer. They die on the tip of Adrian’s tongue; swallowed down so quickly he almost chokes on them in exchange for the moan Valdas pulls from him when he skillfully destroys Adrian’s button fly without a care.
His head falls back against the back of the chaise, his world sent off-kilter, everything distorted at the edges of his sight.
Only to be brought back by the slow and purposeful approach of the tigress called Isseya.
Deceitfully delicate hands fall on his shoulders. The whisper of a soft thumb stroking the juncture where Adrian’s neck meets his shoulder that quickly grows heavy. Effortlessly she is holding him down — pinned and prone.
Isseya leans over him then — fully aware of how her supple breasts follow the curve of her spine to lean just within reach of his parted lips. But the kiss she captures Valdas with becomes a form of distraction all its own.
Humans invented monogamy because to them life was fleeting. Vampires have a very different mindset—and rightly so. There are dozens of ways two (or more) of their kind can define the relationships they have between one another and all together; probably even more than Adrian knows.
But as he watches their tongues tangle soft and exploratory, two of Valdas’ fingers tucking under Isseya’s chin and the control held in such a simple touch… Adrian quickly learns, and understands.
Calling her partner really was a kind of insult. It belittles them and what they are together; what they have. What they let wash over Adrian in building desperation and raising volume wet and eager and only continuing to grow.
What would it be like to kiss someone like that, Adrian finds himself wondering. It’s not an answer, but as if under a compulsion he watches himself lend Valdas a hand by hooking his finger into the rope belt hanging low on Isseya’s hips — like that could somehow hold her there.
The couple press their foreheads together briefly before parting in a silent reckoning. Isseya’s gaze trails lazily back to Adrian like he’s an afterthought.
Oh, yes. You exist.
“You always find me the prettiest presents, My Beloved One.” Her voice rings like chimes on a twilight breeze.
With a chuckle and a nod, Valdas resumes his earlier pursuit — fingers dipping steadily below Adrian’s bespoke waistline to take his arousal in hand. “Who said he was yours?”
“I did.”
“I rather like him for mine own.”
“Cruel, lover.”
Adrian wants to interject; though at the moment his brain is likely to say something stupid about not belonging to anyone, about being his own man. But it’s difficult to think when he’s… like this.
“Strong jaw, good cheekbones… You know I love the cheekbones.” Yet even the bare minimum of a compliment feels, coming from her, like worshipful praise.
His stare is glassy, and he looks up at Isseya with acceptance as well as desire. Another minute more and Adrian worries he might find it impossible to deny them both of anything. Especially the inevitable.
Maybe that’s the whole point.
“Does he suit your vision of the evening, my love?” Valdas asks, words breathed like worship into Isseya’s slender neck. The vampiress hums at the affection and question both, sweeping Adrian up in another of her all-consuming gazes.
“I’d have to taste of him, first.”
Rather than give her an answer, Valdas simply turns to Adrian with a single eyebrow raised.
The unspoken question hangs loudly between them all.
Well? The choice is his.
Well…
Adrian watches his hand cup the back of Isseya’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss.
There are worse ways to spend the evening.
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A gift for the lovely @princess-geek and her Desire and Decorum fan fiction Unspoken Desires ✨
I saw someone reblog one of my old posts that was dedicated to this amazing series and it inspired me to make another version of the original moodboard ^_^ it features @princess-geek’s face claims for her MC Beatrice and Ernest- Jenna Coleman and James Norton! 😊
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Pancakes
Series/Pairing: Open Heart - Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Charley Valentine)
Other Characters: Tobias Carrick; Bryce Lahela
Disclaimer: Most characters belong to PB, Charley is sort of mine
Rating / Warnings: T
Summary: Ethan decides that he is going to learn to make pancakes. Bryce and Tobias are going to help him.
Comments/Notes: Written for the For the Boys event at @choicesficwriterscreations.
Word count: ~1,510
Ethan looked around as Charley bounced into the kitchen. “Good morning,” she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him.
He shifted his coffee cup to the other hand and turned in her embrace, leaning down to kiss her. “Good morning to you. This is unusual. You, awake and dressed at this time on your day off.”
“I hope you can drive just a few miles out of your way to drop me off at Sienna’s this morning. She’s giving Bryce a cooking lesson and I was invited for breakfast.” She smirked at him. “Sienna is hoping that her pancake lesson goes better for Bryce than her last student.”
He shook his head. “Don’t remind me.” He poured her coffee into her to-go mug. “Let’s get you to Sienna.”
Ethan walked out of his meeting with Leland and decided he needed to shift his focus. He checked his watch and headed for the nurses station on the third floor. “Dr. Varma, when do the interns have rounds?”
Jackie’s head snapped up from Tobias’ phone that the two of them were laughing over. Tobias grinned at Ethan. “Still haven’t learned how to make pancakes yet, buddy?”
Ethan took the proffered phone and looked at Charley’s post.
“Interns, Varma?”
“Right.” She pushed herself up from where she had be leaning against the counter. “They should be here in about five minutes. Dr. Carrick is leading rounds today.”
“I’ll be joining you on rounds today, so if Dr. Carrick wants to find something else to do, he may.”
“You will?”
“Bad meeting with Bloom?” Tobias asked. When Ethan glared at him, Tobias added, “I’ll go along on rounds, too. You may scare them off.”
The next Sunday after Charley left for her shift at work, Ethan poured himself his second cup of coffee while he waited for Bryce and Tobias to show up.
Bryce arrived first and handed Ethan a recipe card. He recognized the neat hand writing of Sienna. “She swears by this recipe,” Bryce stated, “and I was able to master it on my first try.”
As Bryce followed Ethan into his kitchen for coffee, he looked around and let out a low whistle. “This is some kitchen. My apartment in Palo Alto could fit in here with room left over.”
Ethan smiled. “It was actually one of the selling points when I bought it. Cooking is relaxing for me after a difficult day.”
Tobias had arrived and walked through the apartment. “As long as it isn’t pancakes.”
“Don’t you ever knock?”
“Not when I’m expected and you leave your door unlocked.” Tobias set a bag on the counter. “I have in here the ingredients for the best pancakes ever.”
Bryce picked up Sienna’s recipe card. “Sienna’s are the best.”
Ethan handed them a printout of a recipe he had. “I have my own recipe here.
Tobias pulled the page out of his hand. “What is this? Grams? Milliliters?” He laughed. “Nigella’s recipe, right?”
Before Ethan could answer, Tobias set the paper down and pulled a container of ricotta cheese, a quart of buttermilk, and a couple of lemons out of his bag, setting them on the counter. “We are going to make lemon ricotta pancakes.”
Bryce objected. “No. Those sound too difficult for Ethan. He needs to start with something easy.”
“I will have you know, I am a fantastic cook.”
Tobias waved his hand to silence Ethan. “Bryce, first of all, Ethan has proven time and time an time again that he cannot make a simple pancake recipe. Second, except for his pancake game, he is a wonderful cook, so a more difficult recipe should be right up his alley.” Tobias pulled his printed recipe out of his pocket and dropped it down with the other two.
“Charley loves Sienna’s pancakes.”
Ethan sighed. “Let’s go with Sienna’s.”
Thirty minutes later, Bryce frowned as they looked at the pancakes. They were flat. Ethan sighed. “This always happens.”
“I told you Sienna said not to mix the batter until it was smooth. It’s best to have a slightly lumpy batter.”
Tobias picked up the plate and moved it to the counter by the sink. “Next recipe?”
“Nigella’s.” Ethan said as he carried a blender over to the counter they were working.
Bryce and Tobias looked at each other. “A blender?”
Ethan picked up the paper and read. “The easiest way to make these is to put all the ingredients into a blender and blitz. But if you do mix up the batter by hand in a bowl, make a well in the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar, beat in the eggs, melted butter and milk, and transfer to a jug: it's much easier to pour the batter into the pan than to spoon it.”
Tobias shrugged. “If Nigella says blender, I guess we use a blender.”
Bryce set down the electric griddle they had used. “Let’s do this.”
Soon the batter was ready and Ethan poured some of the batter onto the griddle. “Should it spread like that?”
“It should not.”
While Ethan and Bryce gathered the second batch of pancakes and set them on the counter next to the first while Tobias assembled the ingredients and mixing bowls for the lemon ricotta pancakes. “Saved the best for last.”
Tobias stepped back to allow Ethan to mix the batter. “Careful you don’t overmix. Make sure it’s just combined.”
“I can read, Tobias.”
Soon Ethan was dropping the batter onto the griddle. Even Bryce looked impressed. “We may have a winner.”
Tobias smiled. “I knew it. Regular pancake were just too easy and not for you.” Within ten minutes the men sat at Ethan’s kitchen island to dig into the stacks of pancakes.
Tobias took the first bite and his eyes widened in horror. He used his fork to dig into the pancake pulling out a clump of ricotta cheese. “I warned you not to overmix. I should have also said don’t undermix.”
Bryce and Ethan both pushed their plates away. “At least these ones looked edible.”
Tobais looked at his watch. “It’s now past noon. Let’s go grab lunch. My treat.” Ethan looked at the mess spread over his kitchen. Tobias grabbed Ethan by the shoulders and turned him towards the door. “We’ll come back and help you clean your kitchen before Charley gets home.”
Four hours later Tobias pulled up in front of Ethan’s building. “Just drop me off.”
“No, Bryce and I will be happy to help you clean up, won’t we Bryce?”
“Yeah.”
“I got it. Thanks for trying to help me this morning.”
Ethan was soon unlocking his door. He stopped short as he saw Charley leaning against the island in the kitchen. “What happened here?”
“Bryce and Tobias decided to teach me how to make pancakes. It didn’t work, so we went out for lunch. I intended to have this mess cleaned up before you got home.”
She smiled as she glanced at him over her shoulder. ”I’ll help you clean the kitchen, then you can fix me Georgian stuffed chicken.”
Two weeks later Charley woke up alone in bed. She tipped her head as she heard voices from the kitchen. She headed down the hall and stopped out of sight of the kitchen.
Tobias’ voice floated back to her. “Man, the least you can do is let me have breakfast with you.”
“You’ve already eaten three!”
“I didn’t get to wish Charley a happy Sunday.” Tobias protested. “Are you going to tell her you didn’t make the pancakes?”
Charley heard plates clattering before Ethan said, “Here are plates for you and Bryce. Enjoy work and you should head to the hospital now.”
Charley smiled at the exchange between the two men, thinking back to the meeting with Tobias in Bloom’s sitting room. At that time, she would have never thought she would see them together, not that she would consider Tobias a treasured friend. She headed back to the bedroom as the front door closed behind Tobias.
Ethan returned to the bedroom, carrying a tray loaded with pancakes, bacon, and coffee. “Good morning!”
Charley yawn and stretched, sitting up in bed. “Breakfast in bed? What’s the occasion?”
“We’re both off today. It’s special enough for lemon ricotta pancakes.”
Charley dug her fork into the fluffy stack of pancakes. “Mmm. These are wonderful! I’ll have to thank Tobias next time I see him.”
“Tobias?”
“He helped with the recipe, right?”
“Oh, um. Yes, yes, he helped.”
As they enjoyed breakfast together, Ethan finally broke down. “Tobias made the pancakes!”
Charley threw back her head and laughed.
“You knew! He told you.”
She shook her head. “If you want to surprise me, you need to be quieter in the kitchen.”
Ethan grabbed the tray off the bed and carried it over to the dresser. He returned to bed and pulled Charley against him as she was still laughing.
“You need to stop laughing and I can think of one way to make you stop.”
Charley wrapped her arms around his neck, “Your methods are very effective.”
Tagging List (since Bryce and Tobias were featured as well as Ethan, I’m tagging all of my Open Heart lists): @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics
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Looking After You
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Arundhati Kulkarni)
Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Arundhati Kulkarni
Word Count: 706 words
Rating: General
Summary: Ethan looks after a sick Arundhati.
Category: Fluff
Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations, @openheartfanfics
Perma: @jamespotterthefirst, @quixoticdreamer16
Ethan x Arundhati: @rookiemartin
"Such a pleasant day. Spring is quite beautiful. If I get done early, I'll spend some time in the garden with Ethan," Aru thought as she walked towards her office for a meeting with the diagnostic team.
When she reached her office, she felt her throat itch and a bit sore. Fortunately, she had a few lozenges in her bag, and she popped one in her mouth before the meeting, not thinking much of it.
The following morning, at 3:00 am, Aru woke up with a blocked nose, headache, and cough.
Ethan, a light sleeper, also woke up when he heard Aru groan while trying her best to get some rest but failing, as was evident by her constant turning.
He took a minute to realise what was happening and made a cup of tea to soothe her.
"Ethan, could you please sleep in the guest room? Or let me go there? I don't want to get you infected because of me," Aru said while sipping some warm tea.
"No, honey. I'm not going to do that. I want to look after you, okay? I know how you are and that you won't look after yourself. So, let me take care of you", he replied while rummaging in their medicine kit for a Tylenol. Aru eagerly took the pill from Ethan when he found it, hoping to get some relief.
The next day, she woke up quite later than usual and panicked that she would get late for work. Just when she started to rush to get ready, Ethan chimed in, "Aru, I have requested a holiday for both of us cause you are sick and I don't want others to get infected, especially your patients. I'll stay at home for today to take care of you, my love."
"That’s very sweet of you, Ethan, but I will be fine in a day or two, I don't want you to ignore your work."
"I'm not ignoring my work by looking after you, Aru. In fact, I'm doing both."
"Okay, love, thanks a lot for taking care of me."
A while later, Aru sat down with her blanket in front of the TV while Ethan made her favourite tomato soup and watched her comfort movies, Welcome and Om Shanti Om.
After finishing her delicious soup, she went to gargle with warm salt water and a quick bath under instructions from Ethan while he made her favourite comfort food.
When she came back, Ethan gave her a cup of kadha, whose recipe he had procured from her mom on a visit.
Ethan then checked her temperature because he found her hands and forehead cold.
He realised she had a fever, so he got her some Tylenol and asked her to rest until lunch.
She protested, saying, "It's just a little fever, I'm fine. There's no need for medicine. Let my body fight it out."
"Aru, my love, you have a fever. I want you to get better as soon as possible, which won't happen if you don't take your medicine," he said.
"Okay....if you get well soon, we'll go out to eat some chaat," Ethan continued when he got no response from Aru.
"E, are you trying to bribe me? Because this is new stuff. I have only seen you do this to little kids when they don't listen."
"Well, I have to find a way for you to ingest your meds."
"You know it's nothing major, right? I'll be fine in a few hours even without the pill."
"I know that, honey. But I can't bear to see you like this, even if it is a minor thing."
"Ethan! This is nothing to worry about, and the doctor in you knows that."
"I know that very well, my darling."
"Then why are you worrying?"
"Because I hate to see you like this, in pain! I love you, Aru, and this is too much for me to bear."
On hearing this, she could barely contain his happiness and moved to kiss him, but she suddenly moved away.
"Ethan, I don't want to infect you."
"Sorry, Aru, I understand," he said, as planted a soft and assuring kiss on her forehead, "come on, let's eat Rajma Chawal."
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Fixed It
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Open Heart Fics & Art of the Week
Sep 10-16, 2023
✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart
Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+
🌺 = Hispanic Heritage Month
BRYCE LAHELA x F!MC
Summers Kiss ✒️ | @peonierose
ETHAN RAMSEY x F!MC
Battles of the Past ✒️| @zealouscanonindeer
Dangerous Games ✒️ | @zealouscanonindeer
Drunken Nights ✒️ | @zealouscanonindeer
I'm Almost Home ✒️ | @zealouscanonindeer
Rediscovering Joy ✒️Ⓜ️ | @coffeeheartaddict2
What Could Have Been? ✒️ | @zealouscanonindeer
OPEN HEART M!MC
Jensen Through the Years 🎨🌺 | @mydemonsdrivealimo
SIENNA TRINH x M!OC
Fairytales 📱| @liaromancewriter
TOBIAS CARRICK, ETHAN RAMSEY
High Seas (2/2) ✒️ | @jerzwriter
TOBIAS CARRICK x F!MC
What Might Have Been ✒️| @alj4890
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Reflections and Renewals
Premise: Cassie’s temper flares up as the first anniversary of the poison attack approaches, but she soon learns the value of second chances.
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); Feat. Max Valentine, Sienna Trinh, Rafael Aveiro, Naveen Banerji
Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff.
Format: Prose + Text & Pic Fic
Words: 2,495
TW: Mentions minor character deaths in the past, PTSD, dealing with grief
A/N: In Lia Land, Cassie & Max’s birthday is on October 5 and the poison attack happens in 3rd week of October. This fic is set on the first anniversary and shortly after the first part of Two Birthdays.
Submission for @choicesflashfics Prompt 2 “Even when you’re next to me, it feels like you’re miles away.”
For @choicesmonthlychallenge Falltober prompts “leaves” and “candles” and @choicesficwriterscreations Naughty or Nice event "You ordered takeout from my favorite restaurant?" "You were having a bad day." (Nice prompt)
Finally, I’m using prompt number 5 from @creativepromptsforwriting Angsty Fighting prompts and tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills. All prompts in bold.
Part 1: The Shadows
Cassie Valentine could feel her head pounding and her heart rate accelerating the closer she got to Edenbrook. It was like a monster waiting in the shadows to burst out and devour its victim.
She walked around to the staff entrance, took the elevator to her floor, and swiped the access card to enter the locker room. Her breathing was ragged, and she forced herself to even it out.
Cassie thought she’d come a long way from the survivor’s guilt she’d felt last year. Therapy helped her overcome the trauma, but if she was honest, the anger never entirely disappeared. This week had been the worst, with the anniversary of the poison attack coming up.
She’d heard her friends whispering and knew they were worried about her. Her shouting match with Jackie over dirty dishes left in the sink hadn’t been her finest moment. Neither had the spiteful words she’d exchanged with Elijah over some stupid video game.
Cassie knew she was being a bitch as it happened, but she couldn’t stop herself. Even Sienna had glanced at her with something resembling shock. Cassie couldn’t stand it anymore. She had packed up an overnight bag and went to spend the night at Ethan’s.
“Did you get a bug bite?”
Sienna’s voice and light tap on the shoulder broke through her thoughts. Cassie realized she’d been standing in front of her open locker, staring unseeing inside as she scratched at her arms. The skin on her forearm was turning red, the whiteness of the scratches from her nails standing out.
“Cassie, are you alright?” Sienna asked, concerned.
“I’m fine,” Cassie told her, rolling her sleeves down and shrugging on her white coat. “Really, Si.” She insisted when Sienna didn’t look convinced.
“I don’t know, Cassie.” Sienna began slowly, frowning slightly. “Even when you’re next to me, it feels like you’re miles away.”
Cassie tamped down her frustration. “Just leave it, please.” She slammed her locker shut and marched out the door to start her shift.
She had to remind herself that she wasn’t the only one affected last year. Sienna had lost someone who could’ve been the love of her life. Bobby would never see his children graduate college. Cassie had felt Rafael’s life practically slip through her fingers.
While she had physically recovered faster, it had taken Raf months of physical therapy just to walk without a cane. He would never be that paramedic who rushed into a collapsing tunnel to rescue others or ran into a burning building to save a pregnant woman.
If it hadn’t been for the teams from Mass Kenmore and Edenbrook working together, neither of them would be here today. She needed to remember that and be grateful for the second chance she’d been given.
But a small voice, the one that had almost convinced her to give up last year, resurfaced. And she could feel herself falling into an abyss of despair.
The Diagnostics Team didn’t have a case today, so Cassie picked up her assigned patients from Ines, responding to her cheeriness with monosyllabic answers.
She went about her work, feeling detached, unable to find her characteristic optimism. Usually, she loved talking to patients and learning about their lives. Today, she just wanted to get it over with.
It wasn’t until she stopped at the nurses’ station to check on lab results that she completely lost it. The path lab had messed up not one but two blood samples and wanted new ones. Both from patients that had given her grief about needles.
“Great. Really great, this is just perfect.”
She ranted as she pushed the chair back, slamming into patient files on the counter behind her and sending folders flying everywhere. She tossed aside the tablet in her hand, not noticing how it flew across the counter before crashing to the floor with a loud crack.
“Dr. Valentine!” Dr. Banerji’s stern voice stopped her.
Cassie looked up to see Naveen standing a few feet away, hands on his hips, scowling at her. She had never seen Naveen angry before. He looked so severe that Cassie felt herself becoming small under his harsh stare.
It wasn’t just him. The nurses, Maureen and Sarah, gawked at her. One of the orderlies nodded nervously before quickly disappearing down the hallway as if he was next on her hit list.
“My office. Now.” Naveen barked, striding toward the elevator banks, not waiting to see if she had obeyed.
Cassie hurried after him. Only a fool would ignore a direct order from the Chief of Medicine. By the time Cassie took her seat across from his desk, she had calmed down enough to realize what a colossal spectacle she’d just made of herself.
“I know this is a difficult time for you, Dr. Valentine,” Naveen said, staring at her with none of the softness she’d come to know. “However, that is no excuse for the bad behavior I just witnessed. It will not be tolerated. From anyone.”
He held up a hand when Cassie opened her mouth. “Take one hour to bring yourself under control. Finish the rest of your shift without incident, and we’ll say no more of this. But if I hear you’ve acted out again, you’ll be suspended without pay for three days. A disciplinary notation will be made on your file. Is that clear?”
Cassie nodded, too ashamed to say anything. When Naveen dismissed her, she scurried out of his office and took the elevator down to the cafeteria. She eased into an empty booth on the far side and curled up in the corner, hidden from sight.
Tears fell unheeded as the tightness in her chest choked her. Her mind was lost in a haze of memories. Bobby’s heart gave out so instantly that they never had a chance to save him. Danny slid to the floor, his hand clutching his throat as he tried to breathe. Her upturned knees hid her face, and she let grief take her.
Part 2: The Silver Lining
Half an hour later, a comforting hand fell on her shoulder. Cassie looked up to see Rafael standing above her, his eyes soft with understanding. She moved over, and he slid into the booth beside her, wrapping his arms around her. They hugged each other, both knowing what the other needed.
They slowly drifted apart. Cassie took the napkin he handed her to blot her eyes dry. “Thanks.”
“I’ve been remembering that night, too,” Rafael confessed softly. “But I’ve realized something which helped me finally feel at peace.”
“What was it?” Cassie asked when he didn’t continue.
She watched him look away, and then he sighed deeply before turning to face her.
“Life is a precious gift. You and I, we’re the lucky ones. We got a second lease on life, and now we need to make it count,” he paused to place his hand atop hers on the table.
“The past can’t be changed, Cassie, but the future can,” he continued, peering intently. “We need to keep our eyes forward and do everything Bobby and Danny will never get a chance to do. That’s what second chances are for, not for dwelling on what was.”
Cassie thought about Rafael’s words for the rest of her shift and found herself searching for peace. She didn’t find it, but she found her friends and made amends, taking heart when Jackie’s customary snark returned full force. Elijah squeezed her hand to say all was forgiven, while Sienna beamed with pleasure at the single yellow rose Cassie procured.
She apologized to Maureen and Sarah and tracked down the orderly to assure him she wasn’t a serial killer. By the time Cassie had finished her apology tour, it was two hours past her shift, and Ethan had already left. He’d texted to say he’d meet her back at his place.
Cassie took the T, wanting to lose her poor mood in the relative anonymity of public transit. When her phone signaled a text, she smiled at the name that flashed across her screen.
Cassie got off at the station near Ethan’s apartment building, huddled inside her coat as a cold breeze blew off the bay, and kept walking. She wondered why the lights were on low when she entered his apartment. Was he already asleep?
Hanging her coat in the hallway closet, she slipped off her shoes and called Ethan’s name.
“In here,” she heard him say.
She entered the living room to find Ethan standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Flickering candles lined the kitchen counter, coffee table, and mantel above the roaring fireplace.
Cassie’s nose twitched in appreciation at the scent of food, and her stomach grumbled. She detected the aroma of saffron and spices, her lips curving upward in recognition.
“You ordered takeout from my favorite restaurant?”
She stared at the selection of tapas on the kitchen island and a platter of seafood paella resting in the middle.
Ethan reached for her hand, entwining their fingers before pulling her into his embrace.
“You were having a bad day,” he said simply, brushing a hand down her hair.
Cassie breathed in his scent, a heady mix of bergamot, sandalwood, and something uniquely Ethan.
His hands locked on her lower back when she leaned back, her hands resting on his forearms. She gazed into his eyes and saw understanding and love. Stretching up on her toes, she lightly brushed her lips across his mouth.
“Thank you,” she murmured. “I really needed this tonight.”
“You’re welcome.” He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose and, finally, her mouth, deepening the kiss when she parted her lips before letting go. “Now, pull up a seat and let’s dig in before the food gets cold.”
She took a sip of the Shiraz he poured and bit into a thin slice of toast with crushed tomatoes, garlic and olive oil. Cassie munched on her tapas, smiling inside at Ethan making desultory small talk, something he avoided at all costs in the typical scheme of things.
They kept the conversation light for the rest of the evening, polishing off the spicy paella and Crema Catalana that followed for dessert. Cassie was stuffed and pleasantly drowsy when he joined her on the couch after putting the kitchen to rights.
She leaned back against him, loving the solidness of his chest and the comfort of his arms around her. They watched the flames in the fireplace, and she found her eyes drifting close when he whispered in her ear.
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Cassie. But I’m here in case you change your mind. You’re not alone.”
Part 3: The Renewal
A few days later, Cassie laid flowers on Danny’s grave, the cheerful dahlias adding a pop of color to an otherwise dreary day. Fall had New England in its grip, with gray clouds and leaves turning orange before falling to the ground, leaving branches bare in their wake.
Sienna crouched down, adjusting the flowers and tokens left by other mourners. She sat back on her heels, took daisies out of the bouquet and planted them one by one along the headstone, their white petals bright against the dark stone.
“Danny loved daisies and sunflowers,” she said, her voice watery as she sniffed back tears. “He always said they were happy flowers and made him smile.”
Cassie placed one hand on Sienna’s shoulder and squeezed lightly in comfort.
Sienna briefly placed her hand on Cassie’s and then returned to her task. “Did I ever tell you how we met?”
“No,” said Cassie. “I assumed it was at the nurses' station.”
Sienna glanced over her shoulder and grinned. “Nope. He rescued me on the T my first day at work.” She turned back to check her arrangement, making slight adjustments.
“He must have seen the ID badge clipped to my bag, or maybe it was the wide-eyed look of panic on my face,” she giggled. “I had forgotten which stop was Edenbrook’s. He stood up as the train approached the station and then walked over and said if I was going to Edenbrook, this was my stop. We walked over from the station together and were fast friends by the time I swiped in.”
Lost in memories, Sienna bowed her head. Cassie could see teardrops tracking down her cheeks. She joined her on the ground and hugged her friend from behind, letting her grieve for what could never be.
“You know Danny wouldn’t want you to grieve forever, right?” Cassie said, hesitant at first but finding her resolve when Sienna turned to face her.
Her eyes held traces of tears, but it wasn’t grief on her face; it was serenity. “I’m not grieving for Danny, Cassie. He believed his purpose was to help others find solace. I will always miss him, but I know he wants us to live our best lives.”
Cassie remembered Raf’s words and felt shame wash over her. “I’ve been so angry these past few weeks, Si. I kept seeing myself as a victim again. But you and Raf reminded me that I am alive and have people who love me. I can’t let this one incident define my life. I need to move forward. We both do.”
Cassie stood up and held out her hand to help Sienna up.
“It’s time to move on, Si,” she said. “You told me months ago you were ready to start dating, but you haven’t been out with anyone since Wayne. These days, you’re more sad than happy, especially when you think no one is looking.”
Sienna looked past Cassie’s shoulder, unable to share what was in her heart. Lately, she’d come to realize how wrong she’d been, pushing away the one person who’d made her feel true happiness. But she couldn’t tell Cassie any of it.
“The boards are coming up,” she said with a shrug. “I’ve just been stressed about them and everything being thrown at us this year.”
She kept her gaze steady and her expression unfazed as Cassie watched her, a considering look on her face. Sienna knew her friend was too good at reading people. It must have worked because Cassie didn’t push.
“It really is beautiful here, isn’t it?” Cassie said, craning her head to take in the peaceful resting place.
“When spring comes, and the leaves bloom, it’ll be even more so,” nodded Sienna. They started walking back to where they’d left Jackie’s car. “Renewal is as much a part of life as leaves falling. You can’t have one without the other.”
Cassie stopped as they reached the car and turned to face Sienna.
“You don’t have to tell me what’s making you sad, Sienna. But I’m here for you. You’re not alone.”
Sienna smiled and thought how lucky she was to have met not one but two people who cared so much for her. And if Cassie could find a way to move forward, so could she.
One week later...
(Between Max & Ethan)
Part 4: Moving Forward
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WIP Wednesday ft. Bound by Destiny II, part 2 ― Chapter 11: [Untitled]
WORD COUNT: 174
RATING: Teen+ (this series is rated MATURE for graphic violence and adult content)
FEAT: A Mystery Guest
CONTENT WARNINGS: language, potential spoilers for book 5
NOTE: Small, and ominous, but hopefully better than the nothing you've had for over a year now~
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Wallachia, October 1462
“TEPES!”
It is, by all accounts, a sturdy and well-maintained stronghold. With a multitude of vantage points for keen-eyed archers and terrain that requires training to learn; to master. It tests the mettle of the Voivode’s men even still. All the more advantage when untested feet scramble on a battlefield that fights them as fiercely as their enemies will.
But the key to a stronghold worth taking for one’s own is something more than strategy. Something far more subtle. Something that cannot be falsified or replicated.
A conqueror’s stronghold must be old. It must stand against time itself and emerge the victor; even across the battlefield of symbolism.
There is nothing symbolic about the very real, very physical manifestation of time’s arrogant wrath where his voice echoes cavernous through the castle’s old stone walls.
Old though they may be, he is always older.
“TEPES! You vile, pompous, hubristic pile of filth! I demand you show your simpering weaselly face before I tear your walls down stone by crumbling stone!”
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Does Distance Make The Heart Grow Fonder? - Oneshot Isabella x Mafia!Leo (Rules of Engagement/The Royal Romance AU) - Part 4
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Summary: Isabella and Leo’s Kingdoms both were overthrown by the Via Imperii. The Crown Princess along with her family were exiled whilst the Cordonian Royal Family went underground, fighting to reclaim their throne and hold over the Cordonian People through other means.
TW: Cursing, Implied Violence, Violence, Implied 🍋
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“What do you mean you can’t fucking tell me?” Leo seethed as he spoke to the Doctor’s receptionist who reminded him that only Isabella could get the results. “I’m sorry sir but it is not possible for me to provide that information as you are not the children’s legal guardian. We have tried to call Ms. Sánchez this morning on a few occasions but there’s been no answer to the number provided…” Leo began to see red, for something so important, why the hell was she not answering.
Immediately he began to question what game was she playing with him? Was she planning to withhold the information to keep him in a compromising position? Leo tried to call her himself but again, straight to voicemail which pissed him off even more. Swearing under his breath about how he was going to tear that goddamn medical Center apart, he grabbed his keys furiously before driving off towards the Capital. He knew it was a day that Isabella was at the University but patience was not one of Leo’s strongpoints. He revved the engine of his Aston Martin as his jaw clenched. “Fucking traffic!” he slammed his hands onto the steering wheel, his foot riding the clutch constantly as he shifted gears, darting and weaving his way between the cars destined to go North towards the heart of the Cordonian Kingdom.
Stomping around the corridors as he marched his way to Isabella’s office. Leo stuffed his hands into his pockets, keeping his head low to distract from any sort of suspicion. Opening the door, he heard Isabella’s voice stop mid sentence as his sea green eyes glared at the student who turned to understand why his professor stopped discussing his assignment. “You…” Leo snapped as he gestured behind him, “Get out!” holding the door open as the panicked student rummaged to get his things. As soon as his body has passed the door frame. Leo shut the door, his nostril twitching, “Do you not have a phone or something?” he barked at the petite brunette who looked puzzled, “What the fuck Leo?” She began to sigh, “Of course I do…” The sandy haired Crime Lord sucked in his cheeks before snapping back towards her, “Then when I call you… fucking answer!” Isabella rose to her feet, pushing out her chair as she picked up papers that sat on her desk. Instead of walking towards Leo, she walked towards the filing cabinet. “Leo…” she spoke calmly as she flicked through the alphabetical list, “I don’t have my personal phone switched on during 1:1 discussion time with students… they’ve paid a lot of money to be here so they deserve 100% of my attention… if there’s an emergency, then the office number is called…”
Walking past him again to her desk, Leo grunted under his breath as she ignored him again to take her seat. Her soft caramel curls cascaded down her back as she pulled on the hem of her black pinstripe pencil dress before taking her seat again, “Is there something I can do for you before my next student arrives?” She aggravated him so much that Leo clenched his teeth, his jaw muscle rippled as he held himself back. He swallowed hard before he could find the words, “The results are ready, so we are going to…” Isabella nodded, “Yes, I am aware… I do check my messages Leo but I have appointments until 2:30pm…” the Laurentian beauty began to smile, “Either you are welcome to sit there for the next three hours and wait…” emphasising the word, “patiently… or I will call you when I am ready. It’s your choice…” The former Crown Prince didn’t respond other than to slam the door behind him causing the glass panel in the door to shake behind him. Again, Leo found himself grumbling as he roamed the corridors before slipping into an empty office space checking there was no one around or camera. He looked around, the room felt cold; looked like no one had been around for days. Taking out his hip flask he kept filled with rubbing alcohol, he poured the contents around the pile of papers and the carpet of the room. He began to evilly smirk as he held the zippo lighter he had in his hand against the wet materials to set them alight.
The agonising sound of the fire alarm interrupted Isabella’s next appointment half an hour later. She had closed her eyes before breathing in deeply as she tried to push down her annoyance. With pursed lips, she along with all the rest of the faculty and students who were in that section of the university had to evacuate. Immediately the petite brunette as she entered the quad gardens saw Leo standing back, lighting a cigarette. Marching over to him, it took all of Isabella’s power not to want to slap him there and then. “What are you playing at?” She seethed, “Are you that much of a fucking child that you set off fire alarms to get my attention?” Leo simply shrugged with a callous smile, “You hurt my feelings kitten… so I made myself feel better…” Isabella could only shake her head, rolling her eyes to the point she could feel the strain. He was infuriating. Before she could answer, an announcement went out over a loudspeaker to confirm that all classes in the University’s southern corridor were cancelled to do a health and safety assessment. “You’re free now…” Leo grunted looking around to ensure no one spotted them, “Get in the fucking car…”
Isabella’s dark chocolate brown eyes rolled to the right as Leo sped down the highway, “You do realise kidnapping someone because you want something done when you want it done screams that you’re an asshole?” Leo kept his gaze to the road, his grip on the steering wheel again tightened at the insinuation, “Well Princess…” he jeered, “I’ve never claimed I’m not an asshole… this is a means to an end…” he snapped, “Then you can go back to whatever the hell you want…” The petite brunette sucked in her cheeks as she firmly spoke again, “You don’t scare me… so your threats don’t matter…” Leo chuckled loudly in the car. With a smirk he replied back to her, “No matter the result kitten…” he turned his gaze towards her, tilting her chin to force her meet his. Leo’s green eyes flashed with a cold darkness that Isabella didn’t expect, “You should be fucking scared…” Pulling herself away from him, Isabella sat scornfully quiet in the car until they pulled up to the doctors office. Isabella walked in with Leo towering over the petite brunette. She smiled warmly at the terrified assistant who Leo kept glaring at. “We’re here to collect some results for the Sánchez children, the doctor confirmed they were ready to collect this morning…” Isabella calmly spoke as the assistant fumbled through the information they had before shakily handing Isabella the envelope and a letter to sign, “Thank you…” the former Crown Princess cooed as she pushed the signed document across the desk.
Isabella handed Leo the envelope before they had left the doctors office as she raised her brows, “Can’t accuse me of switching anything now can you?” but Leo didn’t speak, other than tapping the corner of the envelope against his hand. “Are you not going to open it?” Isabella questioned but Leo curtly replied, “Not here…” Isabella checked her watch quickly with hesitation, “Well we have an hour and a half before they need picked up from school…” Leo hadn’t thought of that. He took a moment before he reached for his phone sending Sofie a message to go pick the girls up with Drake as guard. “Sofie can do it… we have to talk…” Isabella nodded in agreement as they both returned to the car. The tension between them both was palpable, neither one wanting to interrupt each others thought processes. Leo’s mind wandered to the envelope, he knew deep down what the results were, he knew deep down looking at them both they were his; hell he would have just accepted her telling him but legally for him to protect them, he had to have it in writing as Liam had constantly reminded him. The Crime Lord also needed to have proof so his enemies couldn’t use the ambiguity of their parentage to their advantage and selfishly, he could then finally have his name proudly on their birth certificates.
Leo drove south, back towards Valtoria but instead of heading to his compound, he drove higher up into the mountains away from the rest of the world, leaving only him and her. “Why are we here?” Isabella raised her brow in question as Leo finally braked at the top of the top of the Valtorian Valley overlooking the lake. Leo took the envelope from his pocket, his eyes looking down towards the unopened letter in his hands before quietly passing it to the exiled Crown Princess, “You open it…” he grunted, keeping his gaze forward. Isabella delicately opened the envelope, holding up the two separate pages side by side. “We’ll wouldn’t you know…” the Laurentian beauty began to smile smugly, “Full marks…” before handing them to the sandy haired Cordonian who sat beside her. Leo took a moment to take it in. There was no longer any doubt as he slowly began to take things in, “You never did anything by halves did you?” he mumbled before folding the pieces of paper back up into three and putting them into his coat pocket. Leo licked his bottom lip before resting his head against the headrest, looking upwards, “Fuck…” he ran his tattooed hands down his face as he laughed, “So where does this leave us? To think we were planning a wedding once; now we’re practically strangers with kids…” Isabella giggled in agreement with a smile, “That’s true… however…” the Laurentian beauty turned to her former love. Leo found himself getting lost in her dark chocolate brown eyes like he had done for so many years, giving him optimism and finally some hope.
Isabella’s tone changed from jovial to more serious, “We will need to work out a co-parenting schedule… We’re due to go back to New York in a couple of weeks… So it’s important we do things right…” reaching out, Leo took one of the petite brunette’s soft, delicate hands into his own, “I agree, but first there’s something we need to do…” Isabella swore she could see a soft blush on his cheeks but didn��t want to interrupt, “Have dinner with me Bella… I know I am many things…” the former Crown Prince sighed, “…but I don’t want you to think I’m a complete monster, I’ve never wanted that…” Isabella slowly squeezed his hand gently, “That’s fine… we can do dinner as long as we’re back in time for the girls to go to bed… I’ll need to find a babysitter…” Leo chuckled to himself, feeling his heart almost skip a beat when she agreed, “Don’t worry beautiful… I have enough people who work for me to have that arranged… they should come up to the main house for the night. There’s a cinema room. I’m sure they can find something to watch…” Isabella nodded, “That would be nice for them, thank you… I do have one request that only the staff you truly trust are there, they’re not ready to meet your girlfriend before they’ve met you…” Leo didn’t hesitate in agreeing, “Only my most personal staff will be around, plus Liam and Drake will be there to keep an eye on things… If you want privacy, I can have someone pick you up and I can meet you there…”
Leo found it strange that Isabella referred to him as having a girlfriend but he didn’t question it; they had more important things to discuss. “Ok…” Isabella nodded, it was nice that for once recently they weren’t arguing over something. It felt almost normal. “Probably should head back…” Leo sighed having checked the time, “I’ve got a few things I need to take care of beforehand…” He drove back towards the cottage that Isabella and the twins were staying in. The quietness of the drive was no longer tense, if anything it was as if a weight finally arose from his shoulders. “I’ll have someone pick you up at 7pm…” The sandy haired Cordonian mumbled as Isabella reached for the passenger door. The corners of her mouth slowly curled upwards as she placed one foot onto the ground, turning to face Leo once more, “…For the record…” she began to smile, “I’ve never thought you a monster… I’ll see you later…” As promised, Leo organised his most trusted staff and Liam to be there when the kids arrived and they all had been briefed to ensure no one else was allowed in the property; it was to be like Fort Knox or someone would have to answer to him when he returned as Drake escorted the petite brunette toward the Castelsarreillan duchy.
Dressed in a black midi camisole dress, and coat to save her from the cold Cordonian February night, Isabella was directed through the back entrance towards a private room. Greeted by a kind waiter, her chair was pulled out for her. “Please sit…” he gestured towards the chair, “Your guest will be here momentarily… would you like some champagne, your guest has already chosen the wine for the evening…” Isabella smiled warmly towards him, “I will wait, thank you…” she cooed, not wanting to take advantage of Leo’s hospitality. The former Crown Prince finally arrived fifteen minutes later flanked by two guards. Leo’s dominance and authority almost suffocated the room. No one stepped out of line until he dismissed them. “You haven’t ordered?” He began to frown as he noticed the empty plate, his glare then directed to the nervous waiter. “No… no…” Isabella stood to her feet, reaching out to Leo’s arm, holding it gently, “I asked to wait until you arrived…I am sorry…” she turned to the waiter with a warm, forgiving smile, “Just some crossed wires…” Leo swallowed hard, the word sorry didn’t exist in his vocabulary. “Fine…” his glare never left the waiter as he ran off to prep the kitchen for the pre-ordered food that Leo requested.
They talked; reminiscing about the good times, the bad times and the could have been times. “I would have been there in a heartbeat if I had known…” Leo sighed heavily as his heavily tattooed hand reached across the table to hold hers, “Believe me kitten… if I could have changed the outcome of all of this I would have…” Isabella lowered her head, placing her other hand over Leo’s, “I know…” she calmly stroked his skin with her thumb, “But we must think of the future, not live in the past…” All Leo could do was chuckle bashfully, “You’re always the voice of reason aren’t you…” before he reached into his blazer jacket pocket, removing a little red box and pushing it across to her. Isabella looked confused, it seemed familiar but she wasn’t sure. Slowly she opened the red leather bound box. Her hand crossing her mouth in shock. “Leo…” her eyes darted up towards him, “This is your mother’s ring… no… you were to keep this…” but the Crime Lord simply shook his head, “It was yours, it’s always going to be yours… you’re the mother of my children; no matter what happens - you should have it…” the Laurentian beauty stared at the emerald cut diamond ring, “This is too much Leo…” she sighed, “You should keep this if you plan to marry…” Leo took the ring out of the box, taking Isabella’s left hand before sliding the ring onto her finger. “The only person I ever wanted to marry left me two weeks before we could tell anyone we were to be engaged, that ring was only meant for one person and that’s you…”
The former Crown Prince laughed as the colour drained from Isabella’s face, “I’m not fucking forcing you to marry me if that’s what you’re worried about!” Isabella raised her champagne flute to her lips, taking a sip to calm her nerves, “I wouldn’t have thought your girlfriend would have appreciated that…” she giggled. “What girlfriend?” Leo raised his brow, wondering what she meant. “When you came to visit, you referred to someone as babe… apologies if I assumed incorrectly…” Leo began to smirk as he took a drink from the crystal tumbler in his hand, “That…” he began to laugh, “That isn’t a problem, I don’t have a partner… she’s just a distraction…” the petite brunette nodded her head not wanting to press any further. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know or not. Her eyes lit up once again as dessert arrived, “Laurentian chocolate cake…” the exiled Crown Princess grinned smelling the mixture of cocoa, cinnamon and honey. “I can’t remember the last time we had this…” but Leo did, he remembered he was served it the day he asked her father could he marry her. Reluctantly Felipe said yes after much persuasion but it always reminded him of better times. “Glad you like it…”
Drake returned to the compound only to find Leo’s ‘distraction’ banging on the front door of the mansion. “Hey…” he shouted, “What the fuck are you doing?!” much to her annoyance. “What do you think I’m doing?!” She angrily spat back, “He stood me up and I want to know why?!” Drake simply shook his head, “Business came up, he had to switch his phone off. Probably lost track of time…” pouting her lips, she folded her arms, “Well let me in and I will wait for him when he gets back…” but Drake brushed past her with a chuckle, “No can do… no one in or out until the big guy gets back… you can wait out there if you want but you put one foot over this threshold - you’ll soon regret not listening to me…” Her blue eyes narrowed angrily towards the Texan, “Fuck you Drake!” she screamed as he slammed the door behind him. She did wait and her anger began to bubble over. Her eyes widened as she saw Leo get out of his car and open the door for Isabella. He extended his hand out toward her before escorting her into his home. “What the fuck?!” she seethed, reaching for her phone taking pictures of the pair together linked arm and arm. “Fucking asshole won’t make me look like an idiot and get away with it!” Unknown to her, Isabella and Leo walked in to find the two girls cuddled up beside Sofie and Liam. “I’m sorry…” Isabella quietly laughed, “They’re dead to the world when they sleep… Leo could you?” gesturing to the two sleeping kids. Leo looked down at her quite shocked but jumped at the opportunity to help, “Can you help me carry them to their room?” With ease, Leo picked up each twin without hesitation; both of them still sleeping as they nuzzled into his neck. His heart was full as he placed them down gently onto the King Sized bed. Isabella smiled as she held onto the door, waiting for him to leave. She kissed Leo’s cheek gently and whispered “Thank you for tonight” to him before closing the door over for the evening. Both of them went to sleep content but not ready for the following morning announcements.
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A Small Taste of Sunshine
Summary: Beckett Harrington has never had friends. Well, maybe until now.
Pairing: Mentions of Beckett Harrington x MC
Word count: 1.201
TW: None
Notes: I already posted this once on my old account, but changed the name and a few details, so here’s the new and, in my opinion, improved version! :) This takes place shortly after Shreya has made and handed out the friendship bracelets to everyone.
Beckett Harrington was sitting at his desk, biting the end of his pen and bobbing his knee nervously up and down. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand and sighed. 2AM and he was still working on his homework, which was not unusual in itself (he always wanted everything, absolutely everything, to be perfect), but, so far, he had only written a few words, not a single sentence, and was unable to concentrate, to focus, to stop his thoughts from wandering to faraway places.
And he had tried. He had done yoga because yoga always helped him concentrate, he had eaten chocolate. he had opened his window wide to get some fresh air, he had taken multiple breaks and he had taken off his blazer, throwing it carelessly onto his bed before putting it on a hanger and into his closet because he could concentrate even less in disorder.
Maybe he was sick. But no, he felt normal, better than normal even, excited somehow and giddy and…happy, he guessed.
He glanced at the bracelet around his wrist, like he had done so many times that evening, and could not stop himself from touching the tiny stones and tracing the letters on them.
Pend Pals.
He did not like the name and had told the others so, but of course none of them had listened. It sounded stupid and childish, but then again, friendship bracelets in themselves were probably stupid and childish.
His heart still started to beat a little bit faster just by looking at it though and he felt a small smile creeping onto his lips.
The thing was, Beckett has never had any friends.
Well, that was not entirely true. There was Katrina, who was without a doubt his best friend, but she always said that that was not the same because she was already his sister and he knew that Katrina was good with people, that she just got them and Beckett just did not and therefore he guessed that she was probably right when it came to these things. There had been his grandmother who had died six years, six months and four days ago - yes, he knew the exact date - who had loved him very much and whom he had loved very much in return. And then there was…no, that was it, actually.
He realised that it sounded quite sad, but he was fine with it, really. He has always been a bit different, has always liked things nobody else really seemed to like. Yes, sometimes he had been lonely and yes, sometimes he had really, really wanted friends. Once, when he had been very young, he had even had an imaginary friend, who had also liked books and had read even more than Beckett himself.
But he was older now, more mature and he barely thought about these things anymore.
It was weird how a small, ordinary bracelet had changed so much. Maybe not for the others - certainly not for the others, he knew that they were quite popular - but for him. For him, it had changed everything.
The times when he would walk into the dining hall not knowing where to sit and desperately looking for a deserted table were over. The times when he would sit alone and scribble something in his notebook during breaks, while everybody else talked to their partner or sat on the desks of their friends, chatting, laughing, were over. The times when he would go straight to his room after lessons to do his homework, do yoga, read, listen to some music, talking to nobody until the next morning, thinking about nobody because there was nobody he could think about and nobody thinking about him, were over.
Finally, there were people he belonged to and who belonged to him. Maybe they were idiots sometimes, but they were his idiots now. Shreya Mistry, Griffin Langley, that annoying Zephyr guy and Alectrona Knox were his four idiots.
Well, except Alectrona of course. She was smart and witty and very good at all kinds of spells, sometimes even better than him, which was impressive. When he watched her during lessons, and he had noticed that he did that quite a lot apparently, he saw that intriguing mixture of fascination and enthusiasm and intelligence sparkling in her eyes and he then had the strange feeling that he never wanted to look away again. Sometimes she caught him, turning her head in his direction and meeting his gaze, smiling. He had noticed that she smiled at him a lot. And he had also noticed that he quite liked her smile - her lips were very pink, her teeth very white and there were dimples on her cheeks and small wrinkles around her eyes. Beckett often wondered what exact color her hair was because he was certain that he had never seen that particular shade before. It was quite extraordinary and kind of reminded him of the sun. And how soft her skin was. Which sounded very creepy, but it was the truth nervetheless. When she had tied the bracelet around his wrist her fingertips had brushed his hand and he had felt a warm, fluttering feeling in his chest and stomach and had blushed immediately.
Sometimes he wanted to tell her these things, but he knew that he could not, that it would be weird and he did not want to make her uncomfortable.
He traced the letters on the bracelet again.
Pend Pals.
Now that he really thought about it, it did not sound so stupid and childish anymore and he actually quite liked it.
Beckett sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He decided that he would go to bed and instead finish his homework tomorrow when he was hopefully more like himself again.
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In the morning, he got up and brushed his teeth, washed his face and put on his pants, his shirt and blazer. Before he left the room he hesitated, then he rolled his sleeves up, exposing the bracelet and the eight letters on it.
While walking through the hallways, his backpack slung over one shoulder, he passed some other students, their tired faces illuminated by the morning light, and he thought he noticed some of them looking at his wrist. But maybe that was just his imagination.
He entered the dining hall and headed straight for their usual table, not even looking around.
“Good morning”, he said, sitting down in the chair next to Griffin, who yawned in response and rubbed wearily at his face.
Shreya was reading some kind of fashion magazine he had never seen before, but still nodded at him briefly with a small grin and Zephyr, who was eating something Beckett had also never seen before and which looked, frankly, quite disgusting to him, winked at him.
And when he finally looked at Alectrona, because he could not not look at her, he saw that she was already smiling at him, her bright hair a small taste of sunshine and some emotion he did not recognize twinkling in her eyes, but that made his heart flutter and his cheeks turn a deep shade of red nevertheless.
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