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drawlfoy · 4 years

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The Wonders of Ohio P.6

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pairing: draco x reader

request: my original idea :))

summary: y/n’s senior year was going to be great, but her British exchange student is a little weird. this is NOT a non-magic AU. draco’s still a wizard in this fsjifkszfjkd

warnings: language, fainting, bad driving, mentions of drinking and drug use

a/n: eeee this is such a fun bit to write. thank you all so much for being there for me. this is definitely one of my favorite fics i’ve written since it gives me so much creative liberty and the fact that i get feedback and readers for it...just warms my heart. if you’re reading this: thank you so, so much for sticking around. i might come around with more oneshots soon. anyways i hope you enjoy the initial descent into the real real plot. also fluff will be coming soon i promise but i wasn’t lying when i said this was slowburn

tags tags tags @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @icintliviinyiniilsiji @erisdogwood @loveissupernatural

word count: 3.4k

song recs:

a pearl -- mitski

movement -- hozier

revival -- deerhunter

Draco was crying.

Or, at least, someone was. The gasps coming from just a wall away were apparent, but Y/N could hear a voice that didn’t quite sound like Draco--which had to be a trick of the mind, because there could be no one in there but him.

She rapped on the door against her better judgement to be met with a flurry of movement--fabric rustling, and a soft pop that echoed through the air.

“Draco? Are you alright in there?”

Y/N found herself wishing that he wouldn’t open the door. After the Homecoming ask, the last thing she wanted was to see his stupid pretty face again, but she was a good host sister. Emphasis on sister.

To her shock, the door swung open. Just a few inches, just enough for her to see the pile of black shredded paper in the middle of his room and a drained looking Draco glaring back at her.

“Can I help you?” His once pristine white shirt was gray in some places, like he had rubbed ashes on it.

“I just thought--did you burn something?”

“No. What is it?”

She looked at him a bit closer. His eyes didn’t look red rimmed with the dead giveaway of a crying session, but they looked close. The furrow in his brow was from worry instead of his usual sternness and he kept nervously pulling down at his left sleeve.

Draco wasn’t crying, but he was about to.

“I…” There was something deeply unsettling about seeing Draco so uncollected and fidgety--almost like seeing a fish out of water or an American conservative with an adequate understanding of class struggles.The air was charged with something yet again, so much so that Y/N could feel the hair on her arms stand up. She decided to avoid damaging his masculinity any further. “Nothing. It just smelled a little like smoke. I wanted to make sure you weren’t burning a candle or anything. You know how my mom is about that.”

He continued to stare at her.

“Would you like me to leave you alone?”

“Please.”

Well, that was embarrassing thought Y/N as she made her way back down the hall and to her backpack. I get rejected twice in one day. Smooth.

The days following were profoundly more uncomfortable. Breakfasts became uncomfortably akin to the Silent Game and Draco stopped coming out for tea in the evenings. The drives to and from school were decorated only by occasional bits of small talks or grumbles of exams. In short, Y/N knew that she had overstepped a boundary and Draco was pulling back.

School had finally become crazy. Y/N’s life became so entrenched with letters of recommendation and 200 word supplements that the Draco shaped hole in her life was bearable. After all, she was fine before he came, and she was fine now. She’d been silly, allowing herself to fantasize about a kid with some serious trauma and family issues that clearly had personal things that handle before he thought about getting all cozy with someone who was not in the slightest compatible with him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

oOo

If someone turned a glass of whole milk into a human, that person would be Chad. He was the poster child of an “American” boy--tall, warm blonde hair, slightly tanned skin, and cornflower blue eyes.

But his personality? Not so much.

“My beloved husband!” Y/N called out as she saw him speaking to her mother in the foyer while Draco glowered in the corner. She bounded down the stairs in record time, leaping into his arms as her strappy heels swung from her hands. He smelled of cotton and laundry detergent.

“Hey nerd,” he said, swinging her around in a circle before setting her down. “Did you finish the Econ homework? I was hoping I could take a picture before I leave…”

Y/N drew back to smack him on the shoulder. “You disgust me.”

“You abuse me.”

“And I’ll do it again,” said Y/N. She had forgotten how funny he was.

“Oh, you two,” Mrs. Y/L/N cut in, stepping between the two and pressing the boutonnière into Y/N’s hands. “Always bickering like a married couple.”

Lizzy snorted from the top of the stairs where she was struggling to stuff a light jacket into her purse. “Hot take.”

“Hold still,” commanded Y/N, holding the pin and attempting to attach it to his lapel. “I’m literally going to accidentally stab you. Cut it out.”

He made a face down at her. “Do it. You won’t.”

“Oh? I won’t?”

“Y/N,” Mrs. Y/L/N’s exasperated voice warned.

“I’ll refrain, but only because the rug we’re standing on was my Grandmother’s,” Y/N said to him, her voice dripping with sweetness. “Consider yourself lucky that you’re not on the tile.”

“I’ve never been more thankful that my late grandmother-in-law had such impeccable taste.”

“Suck up.”

“Oh, because you’re such a rebel.”

“It’s called motivation!”

“Honey, I want a divor-”

“For Christ’s sake, stop flirting or I’m going to puke,” a cool voice cut in. The group turned to see Sylvia standing in the doorway, clad in a flowing black dress that just barely ghosted over the top of the floor.

“You look radiant, darling,” Mrs. Y/L/N said.

“And we weren’t flirting,” said Y/N.

Sylvia sent her a little wink before walking to sit down on the couch across from Draco, who was currently perched cross legged and looking profoundly uncomfortable.

Sylvia, Lizzy, and their dates all opted to take Lizzy’s car to the city while Chad, Y/N, and Draco took Chad’s. The plan was to drop Draco off at the school with ample time to prepare him for the uniquely traumatic experience that was ASB sanctioned after school events, and to the plan they stuck.

“Yeah, go ahead and treat me like your chauffeur, “ scoffed Chad as Y/N slid into the backseat next to Draco. The sports car was surprisingly narrow with hardly any space between them. If she wanted to, she could easily rest her thigh against his.

“It’s called being polite, dear,” said Y/N, flicking the back of his head before turning to face Draco. “You’re really gonna commit to this? Major props, but, like...you really don’t have to go to this if you don’t want to. You can even stay home. I know how to sneak you back in.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I’m here for the American experience, right?”

“Hate to break it to you, but there is no uniform American experience. It’s all personalized, and I don’t know if you want yours to be seasoned with 14 year olds T-posing in a circle to...I don’t even know. Chad, what kind of music do they play at those places?”

“Fuck if I know. I don’t go to them either.”

“It’s fine. I told Heather I’d be there.”

“Ooookay, whatever you say,” Y/N said.

They rode in silence for a few more beats. The wind outside was uncharacteristically strong for an early October day, and it looked like a storm was brewing. In their rush to get to the dance on time, they had neglected to take precaution against the wind and ran outside to Chad’s car without a second thought. Draco’s suit, while posh and put together, had clearly bore the brunt of this choice. His tie had become slightly rumpled and his hair mussed, a look that was all types of wrong on him.

“Draco?” she asked. He snapped to attention. “Your tie is all undone. Can I…?” Y/N motioned to his neck.

Wide-eyed and frozen, he met her with, “er...sure.”

Y/N leaned forward, trying to think past how her thighs were just barely touching his. Her corsage (a tasteful red, thank you very much) bumped against his chest, flattening a bit. She wasn’t very familiar with ties--she’d never had to be in her past experiences--but whatever his was made of, it was expensive. The fabric felt silky and impossibly smooth in her hand as she carefully untied it.

Chad took a sharp turn into the school drop off lot, prompting Y/N to nearly topple into Draco’s chest. His arms shot out to steady her and retracted so quickly that she was left wondering if she imagined the whole ordeal.

“So it’s true,” said Chad from the front. “Nerds do have bad upper body strength.”

“Shut up,” she responded. Her cheeks felt unbearably hot as she tried her best to focus on tightening Draco’s tie and ignore the fact that she was close enough to smell his cologne--a soft pine, she observed--and feel the shadow of his breath on her face. His hands were clasped together lap, tight enough to turn the knuckles white.

It was an odd feeling, getting butterflies in her stomach while she was touching a boy that wasn’t her date as Chad careened towards a parking spot and pulled in so violently that Y/N almost went sprawling into Draco again. She looked up at him, getting ready to crack a joke about the absurdity of the situation or the questionable driving; instead, she found herself staring up into his eyes.

His normally pale eyes looked darker than usual--his pupils were insanely dilated--but that was because it was dark in the car. Obviously. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see his chest rising and falling with an urgency that she hadn’t noticed before.

“Do you want me to uh..fix your...your hair, too?” Y/N said, mentally cringing at how she stumbled over the sentence. To be fair, his hair was ruffled and out of place. It wasn’t like she was making an excuse to touch it or anything.

To that, Draco jerked away from her, his back brushing up against the opposite car door. “No. No, it’s ok. I’ll fix it myself.”

Y/N was sure that her face was tomato red.

“Alright buckaroo,” Chad said from the front, his nonchalant demeanor never more appreciated. “Your hot date is here. Get out of my car. We have a busy day of antiquing ahead.”

Any semblance of casualness left Draco’s body as his eyes widened. “Antiquing?”

“Yeah, remember the place I took you to right after you came here?” asked Y/N.

“Er...don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Excuse me?” She sat up straight so quickly that she felt her hair come slightly undone at the nape of her neck. “That’s rich, coming from the kid going to a school dance as a senior.”

“It’s probably not going to even be open. It’ll be late by the time dinner’s over,” he said.

“Since when do you care? Honestly, quit acting weird,” Y/N responded, scootching away from him as he made no effort to get out of the car.

“I’m not--it’s--erm, nevermind, forget about it.” He cleared his throat, straightened his tie, and brushed off his lapels. “Heather must be waiting for me. Goodbye.”

After a little struggle, Draco managed to best the slightly confusing door handle of Chad’s car and was out the door. Y/N slid across the seat and out with him, shutting the door and grabbing the handle for the passenger side.

“Y/N?” Draco’s voice called before she had the chance to fully get in and tell Chad to book it.

“What’s up?”

He took a few steps forward, pausing just a couple feet away from her. His eyes were cast to the rain puddle ridden cement. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid, okay?”

“I should be telling you that, king,” Y/N quipped. “Your first real American dance. If you go to any after parties, make sure to watch your drink. Don’t take any substances from strangers--or, anyone, really--”

“Y/N, he’s not a chick.” Chad, his hands still perched on the steering wheel, turned to peer out at her. “He’ll be fine. I think they have beer in Britain.”

“Well, whatever. Have Heather text me if I need to pick you up anywhere. And don’t get in any cars with someone who’s been drinking!”

“Y/N!”

“Ok, ok, I’m coming.” She slid into the car, turning one last time to say bye. Draco was already gone. “Only if I drive.”

oOo

“So Heather and Draco, huh?”

Y/N scowled at Lizzy as she speared a piece of her salad particularly viciously. “I don’t know if it’s like that. I think he’s just being polite, or whatever. I think British people are just like that.”

“Why are we even talking about that boy?” Chad asked. “He’s got that whole Timothée Chalamet dying Victorian toddler aesthetic if Timothée was blonde and had a perpetual stick up his ass.”

“In a hot way, though,” said Lizzy, her eyebrows wiggling. Jonathan scowled at her side. “Oh, don’t be so jealous. As if I’d ever go for a kid who doesn’t even know what Snapchat is.”

“I don’t understand what Heather sees in him,” Chad continued, his fettuccine plate long forgotten. “He’s got the personality of a wet rag, and she’s so bubbly and...I don’t even know. Do you guys get what I mean?”

“Draco’s got personality,” said Y/N.

“Not like Heather.”

“It’s not his fault he’s reserved. He’s actually really funny.”

“And that’s what I like to call rose-tinted glasses,” Chad said, gently poking her cheek.

“Hey! I’m the one who lives with him.”

“Whatever. Let’s just call for the bill. I’m not hungry anymore.” Chad folded up his napkin, placing it on top of the tablecloth and ignoring Y/N’s protest as he got out his wallet and placed a credit card on the table. “It’s on me, guys. You know how my parents are. They’re just happy that we’re all getting together again instead of holing up in our rooms.”

“Thank god junior year is over,” Sylvia added. “That’s really kind of you. At least let me get the tip?”

As the group bickered over the payment options and flagged down the waiter, Y/N noticed her phone lighting up with a notification.

Heather, 6.48pm: Hey girly! Sorry to bug you on your night but Draco wanted to check in and ask where you guys are/what you’re planning on doing tonight.

“Who’s that?” Chad asked, looking down at the little paragraph in the gray message bubble.

“Just Heather. Draco wants to know what we’re doing. Probably because he’s realizing how sucky dances really are and is about to beg us to come pick him up.”

He snorted. “Yeah. Poor kid.”

Y/N typed out a quick “we just finished dinner and are heading to the antique place now. lmk if i need to pick him up earlier” and tucked her phone away in her purse. As much as she resented it, she couldn’t help but wish that Draco wanted to join them instead.

“Are you guys ready to beat it and hit up that antique place?” Marvin, Sylvia’s date, asked. She rolled her eyes and sent him a lazy smile.

“You sound like a dad.”

“Off like a herd of turtles, baby,” Y/N offered, gathering her things as they made their way out the restaurant door. “Not gonna lie, this place doesn’t show up on Google Maps or anything. I think I know how to get there but none of you guys are allowed to make fun of me if I take too many wrong turns.”

“No promises,” said Chad, winking down at her and giving her shoulder a little squeeze.

As they walked, it became profoundly obvious that Chad and Y/N were the only two who weren’t officially an item. Lizzy and Jonathon were walking hand in hand while Sylvia and Marvin whispered in each others’ ears when they had to wait for crosswalk signals. While she had great chemistry with Chad, nothing ever felt real with him. It always felt like an act.

Perhaps the tension between them was because of that one time they kissed and never talked about it again in freshman year after a particularly nerve wracking competitive math round before she quit--something that she wasn’t exactly going to shout off the rooftops for the masses to hear. Or maybe because he pushed her away right after and said it was a mistake.

Whatever it was, Y/N and Chad were decidedly not romantically involved. She had been shocked when he’d even bothered asking her for the night. Granted, they were always pals and it shouldn’t have been awkward, but drawing the comparisons between her and the other girls was making the evening very uncomfy. Y/N couldn’t help but pray that Chad was going to be the one to break the ice.

“Where the fuck is this place?” he finally said, much to Y/N’s glee. His grace and manners were absolutely unparalleled. “It’s cold and I’m sure it’s going to start raining again.”

“It should be just a few more blocks and then to the right,” she responded. “Sorry. It’s cool as fuck, though. I promise it’s worth it.”

“This is just her ploy to lure us all away from civilization to off us,” Sylvia said, turning around from a few feet in front of them to raise her eyebrows at Y/N. “Eliminate the competition before college apps even begin. I’m impressed, honestly.”

“Now you’ve gone and ruined it all,” she fired back. “Thanks, Vy.”

She was relieved to see that the antique store couldn’t be missed, even if she tried. The sign, a worn and friendly gold, was illuminated by large lights. The words “My Grandfather’s Attic” had never looked more welcoming as Sylvia gripped the door and ushered them inside.

The moment Y/N stepped inside, something felt...different, kind of like the hair-raising feeling she got when she was around Draco. The electricity in the air she felt with him could easily be explained away by the fact that he was, for lack of a better term, the most stunning person she’d ever seen, but perhaps she was slowly getting over him. Perhaps…

She turned to see Chad, his honey blonde hair spilling over his forehead as he focused on a basket of vintage buttons that seemed to glimmer in the light. The furrow in his brow--the same one that she’d been so familiar with after seeing him solve countless math problems--appeared as he examined the basket, turning a red button around in his fingers, soft and and sprinkled with writing calluses.

Maybe it had been Chad all along. Maybe Draco was just a detour.

Before she did anything she regretted, Y/N turned and made her way back into the store. The set up was the same as she remembered--interesting and foreign objects hanging from the walls, ceilings, and congregating in baskets and overflowing shelves. She didn’t even realize that she had migrated over to the opposite side of the room until she felt the solid, cool wood of the black box from her dreams pressed into her hand as she turned it over and traced the strange white sign that was etched into the front.

“Y/N!”

The sound snapped her out of her trance to see...Heather and Draco? He was jogging towards her despite the fact that he was wearing a full suit. Y/N made an absent note to make fun of him later.

“Why are you--”

“Put that down!” He stopped a few paces away, his eyes darting around the store at a frantic pace. “We need to leave.”

“Why? Honestly, if you wanted me to pick you up, all you had to do was…” She had to take a breath to steady herself. Her body felt like it was filled with static. “All you had to do was ask.”

“That’s not...ok, just put it down,” he commanded. “Please. Just put the box down. We need to go home.”

“No! This is my last homecoming. I’m sorry your experience wasn’t great, but I don’t...I don’t, uh, appreciate…” The lightheadedness hit, so suddenly that she almost fell.

“Fuck, are you okay?” Draco was right in front of her in an instant, his eyes scanning her face.

“I feel...” She took a shaky breath. “I feel...starry?”

The last thing she remembered was Draco trying to tug the box out of her grip, his other hand warm on her shoulder.

And then everything went black.

final a/n: so draco got a howler and some wack stuff happened, huh? tell me what you think.

#draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco x y/n #draco x oc #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x oc #draco #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x you #draco malfoy x you

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seokstrivia · 4 years

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Sulit | jhs

(adj.) something worth it.

✽ Summary: He was your best friend which is why you didn’t think things would take a clumsy, and very messy turn of events, when you gave in to his endless pleads of pretending to be his girlfriend.

or, that au where you’re invited to Hobi’s sister’s wedding

✽ Fake dating!AU | M.list | word count; 6.4k

✽ Jung Hoseok x Reader; fluff, angst, mutual pining, smut, Hoseok has a big and loving family, jealousy, soft, slowish burn, best friends to lovers au, cliché

A/N I would like to apologize if this is a mess, I am a little rusty after coming back but I hope it is still enjoyable!

↝ How you fell down the rabbit hole

When you said ‘yes’ to Hoseok, when you gave in to his endless pleads of playing pretend with him, you didn’t think you would fall in love.

Other than that, you didn’t think you would get into a heated argument with his ex.

↝ How it came to be

It all began a month ago when you were in the midst of a movie night with Hoseok. The both of you were halfway through a box of pizza with another movie playing on tv from your long, seemingly never-ending, list when Hoseok broke the silence.

He cleared his throat, tossing the hardened crust into the box before glancing at you, once, twice. He took a deep breath.

“Y/n, can you do me a favour?” After a moment of arguing with himself, his question finally left his lips. “Please?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern, asking for favours was very rare from Hoseok. He enjoyed doing things by himself, challenging every inch of his body and mind until he snapped.

Placing your own, unfinished, slice into the box, your eyes focused on Hoseok, “what is it?”

Hoseok gulped, eyes back on the screen ahead, this was harder than he thought it would be. But, then again, he never expected it to come to this when he told his parents. When he lied. Now, here he was, palms sweaty and continuously arguing with himself.

“I—I, er,” he took another deep breath. “Will you pretend to be my girlfriend?”

You stared at Hoseok in utter and pure shock, he wanted you to do what? Pretend to be his girlfriend? Was he thinking straight?

“What—Why?”

He was fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie now, completely ashamed he’d let it get this far. Letting himself fall deeper and deeper into his white lies—lies that weren’t supposed to last this long. Go this far.

Hoseok sighed. “I might have told my family we’re dating.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, he told his parents you were dating? Mr and Mrs Jung? Two wonderful parents, you grew up knowing? And they believed him?

There had to be a reason, right?

“Why did you do it, Hoseok?” You finally asked.

He’d been waiting for you to ask this question the moment he asked you the ‘favour.’ Even though he knew he was going to tell you the truth, and nothing but the truth, it didn’t help his nerves. At all.

He licked his lips.

“My mum was bugging me about getting a date for Dawon’s wedding, and I lost it when she mentioned my ex,” Hoseok ran a hand through his hair, getting angry as he thought back to the argument with his mum.

“So, I told her we were dating, which she was extremely happy about, but. But then came the endless amount of questions, and I couldn’t help myself from lying,” he told you with sorry eyes.

It was a lot to take in, but you supposed it made sense.

One, you were attending Dawon’s wedding anyway because you were invited. Two, Hoseok had been your best friend since you could remember. Three, it was the perfect alibi, and you hated that even you were convinced about how solid and easy it was.

“I can’t believe you,” you finally said after moments, that felt like hours to Hoseok, of thinking. “It makes sense—perfect sense, i’ll give you that, but seriously? Me?”

Hoseok cringed at the slight irk in your tone. He could tell you were upset, annoyed even, that he’d lied.

“Look, y/n, I’m really sorry for lying and bringing you into this, but please help me,” he whined, clasping his hands together while shuffling onto his knees and inching closer. “Please?”

Was he seriously begging?

“Please, y/n. Please.”

Yes, yes he was.

You sighed. “I need time to think about this,”

Hoseok eagerly nodded his head, your hands now hidden in his as he held onto you for the life of him.

This was not good.

↝ How you responded

A few days went by and, as patient as Hoseok was, he couldn’t stand the idea of waiting another day for a response. All he needed was for you to say yes, that was it. It was that easy.

He sighed.

“If I hear you sigh one more time, i’m going to lob this muffin at you,” Jimin scowled.

Jin chuckled at the younger males dispute before glancing over at Hoseok, who had sad eyes and an evident pout formed over his lips, as fun as it was to watch his friend struggle, something obviously had to be done.

Lucky for Hoseok he had Jin.

“I don’t blame y/n for taking this long to get back to you,” Jin said gaining both males attention. “She’s clearly so appalled by the idea of pretending to be—“

Jimin stuffed the chocolate muffin into Jin’s mouth. Cringing at the words he was hearing, there was no need for him to take it that far and hurt their friend, he thought while wiping the chocolate residue off his hand.

Jin laughed as he swallowed the muffin, “I was kidding.”

The shorter male glanced over at Hoseok—who hadn’t said anything after telling them what he’d done. There was still a pout formed on his lips while he stared at nothing in particular.

“Hoseok,” Jimin sighed with a shake of his head, hand on his friend's shoulder. “She’ll get back to you, just give her some time.”

The said boy finally breathed out all the air he was holding in his lungs and glanced over at his friends. They both held sympathetic smiles, but, their genuine gazes let him know that they were here for him whenever he needed them. Hoseok knew that, and he knew it well.

Fortunately, Jimin was right when he said you’d get back to him with an answer. You were at his front door with a box of cookies in your hands and an annoyed scowl on your face.

“Mum made cookies,” was all you said before pushing past him. “She wanted me to let you know that she made them with you in mind.”

“She did?”

That was all Hoseok could utter out. He was still nervous about your response, what would he tell his family if you said no? ‘Y/n and I broke up because we were never actually dating?’ Yeah right.

You opened the Tupperware lid without saying anything and pushed the container over to your friend. There was a small smile on your lips now, eyes gazing into his with a slight undertone of, ‘you know I can’t stay mad at you.’

Hoseok took a cookie and smiled in return before taking a bite. They were as light and rich as he remembered them to be, your mum would always bake cookies whenever he came around. He missed those times. A lot.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked mid-chew.

Hoseok also remembered that your mum baked cookies when there was a special occasion.

“It’s a congratulatory gift,” you told him, staring at the crumbs perched on his bottom lip before glancing away.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyes moving from the cookie in his hand to the variety in the tub, and then to you.

“For what?”

You bit your bottom lip, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck before finally making eye contact with Hoseok. With your best friend.

“For you—us. Our ‘relationship’.��

Hoseok’s eyes widened comically as he stared at you in shock. The sight itself would have made you laugh if you weren’t so nervous, nervous and scared to see where this trip would lead the two of you.

A screech, of what you think was happiness, parted his lips—drawing you out of all your current worries. You watched Hoseok drop the cookie and immediately reach for your hand to pull you into his chest.

“Thank you, y/n,” he muttered against your hair. “You really saved my ass.”

You laughed in turn, “you owe me big, Hobi.”

↝ How it made you feel

The flight to Hawaii, Hawaii of all places, was filled with silence, mind-numbing worries and long sighs. Hoseok, on the other hand, slept ever so soundly next to you, and you were jealous over how peaceful and calm he was.

A huff parted your lips as you continued to stare out the window. Maybe you were nervous because you were stepping into, ‘out of bounds,’ territory. Maybe you’d been there once and didn’t want to go back, maybe you were too afraid to venture further into the dark and endless cave.

If you said you hadn’t thought of Hoseok being more than a friend at least once, you would, of course, be lying. Hoseok was the sun on a hot day, he was as sweet as cherry flavoured ice cream and peached ice tea. Hoseok was like a handful of flowers and summer picnics, he was everything you desired and craved.

However, he was out of reach.

Hoseok would always and forever be nothing but your best friend, and you were okay with that. Well, you thought you were until he decided to lie to his parents and drag you down with him.

Idiot.

Hoseok moved next to you, stretching whatever limbs he could before glimpsing out the window. There was a sleepy smile on his face which had you rolling your eyes in exaggerated annoyance.

“You look dead,” he joked mid-yawn.

“No thanks to you.”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow at your harsh tone and evident irritation, “what’s got your knickers in a twist?” He argued.

As much as you adored your best friend and absolutely despised arguing with him, sometimes you just couldn’t help, or rather stop, your anger from over boiling within you.

He could just be so... stupidly oblivious.

“It’s not easy to sleep when I have to lie to your family, Hoseok.”

He cringed at the sound of his name falling so coldly off your lips. Of course, you had every right to be angry, but if you could just be, even a little bit understanding, it would help. A lot.

Hoseok twisted his body away from you and closed his eyes, however, he didn’t miss the way you sighed so softly, as if regretting arguing back.

You didn’t say anything, couldn’t bring yourself to, but you did lock your pinky with his. A small wordless apology, but also a promise to relax and not overthink about every little thing that could possibly go wrong.

There was a smile on his face, however, you were too distracted to notice it.

Hoseok didn’t say anything when the plane landed, he didn’t say anything when he grabbed your suitcase for you, he didn’t say anything when he interlaced your hand with his, and he didn’t say anything when he led you towards his mum with a smile on his face.

He didn’t help calm your worries because Hoseok knew you would have nothing left to worry about if he let your mind continuously spin. And he was right, Hoseok knew you better than you knew yourself.

You smiled.

↝ How it should be

“It was difficult, but I convinced Hoseok’s dad to let you both share a room,” Mrs Jung playfully winked at you before looking at her son. “Be good.”

Hoseok chuckled at her assertive tone and playful warning, glancing over his shoulder he clicked his tongue and squished the bottom half of your face, then frowned.

He didn’t suit frowns.

“Stop sulking,” he scolded, his warm hand let go of your face and reached into his pocket. “Here, our room should be down that way. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Without saying anything, you took the key from his hand and proceeded towards the direction he pointed out.

The beach house was smaller than the ones you drove past, but it was nice. There were five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a huge kitchen and dining area with a lounge. And then, then there was the deck which was an open area that led you towards the beach.

It was beautiful.

While you were in the room admiring the view, Hoseok stepped into the kitchen to speak to his mum. A smile on his lips as he kissed her cheek and bound his arms around her waist.

“This is amazing,” he beamed.

His mother agreed with a soft hum, a smile gracing her own features while she began preparing dinner for the night.

“Hoseok, promise me one thing while we’re here,” she said after a moment too long of silence. “Promise me you’ll look after y/n.”

The said boy let go of his mum as an evident blush adorned his cheeks, he avoided eye contact and cleared his throat.

“I plan to, ma. She’s my girlfriend.”

His mum raised an eyebrow in return, “yes, but she’s your best friend first.”

Sometimes Hoseok was so sure his mum knew he’d been lying all along, but decided not to say anything— which he was very thankful for. The boy nodded his head and said something about taking you to the beach, it wasn’t a lie because he’d planned to take you, just... not so soon.

You were lying on the bed flipping through a magazine when Hoseok stepped in. He closed the door and finally let out the breath he’d been subconsciously holding in.

“I didn’t think you were coming back.”

It was a joke, and Hoseok knew that, but he still felt bad for leaving you alone for longer than he’d attended to. There was a soft smile on your face, hair in a messy bun and eyes dark and tired from the lack of sleep.

“I’m here now,” he replied quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “We can do whatever you want.”

You retired your chin on your hand as you watched him lie down next to you. His eyes said, ‘sorry,’ and smile said, ‘I’ll make it up to you,’ but you knew more than that, you knew he felt terrible for dragging you into the deep end with him.

Still, you’d forgiven him.

“I kind of want to take a nap, but also kind of want to watch the sunset with you.”

Hoseok gazed into your eyes, he had a lot on his mind, a lot he wanted to say, but couldn’t bring himself to share his thoughts— he didn’t know how to.

So, instead, he nodded his head and rolled off the bed, holding out his hand for you to take. Hoseok led you out the glass door in the bedroom, shoes left behind along with your worries, and admired the sunset with you by his side.

The way it should always be.

↝ How he made you feel

You woke up burrowed in a new warmth, a warmth you’d never experienced before, but one you knew you could come to cherish. You woke up in Hoseok’s arms, legs intertwined and bodies closer than they’d ever been before.

You woke up with a beating heart.

Scanning his features, your fingers moved through his hair. It felt so natural being in arms, being held by him and just, being with him.

Was this all pretend too?

Hoseok keened into your touch, body sinking further into yours as he found sanctuary in your hold. Sometimes, you wondered what it felt like to be loved by someone like Hoseok, to belong to someone like him.

Sometimes you wondered what it would be like if you had crossed the line, all those years ago, and ventured into the dark cave of hidden feelings.

“Why are you awake so early?”

Hoseok’s voice was laced with sleep, however, it was light and airy. Like a warm summers breeze.

He opened his eyes to look at you, a lazy smile laced his features and he chuckled at the blank but confused expression on your own features.

“You were playing with my hair,” he explained, nose nuzzling into your hair while sleep came back to take him to dreamland. “Feels nice.”

A shy smile appeared on your lips, thoughts swirling like a hurricane in your mind. Waking up next to Hoseok every morning was something you wouldn’t mind doing for the rest of your life.

Too bad it was all pretend... You closed your eyes.

A few hours later, when the sun was fully awake and shining through the sheer curtains, Hoseok woke you up with a wide grin and dishevelled hair.

“Morning, sunshine,” he beamed. “Breakfast is in ten minutes.”

You groaned in return, rolling over to sleep on your stomach instead. Sleeping for a few more hours, to catch up on missed sleep, seemed better than getting up to eat breakfast.

However, Hoseok didn’t agree.

He kissed your forehead, slowly coaxing you out of sleep, “come on, baby.”

The prompt skin-ship, the use of the pet name, the soft tone— it all had your heart racing. Racing faster than ever before.

This was so unlike him.

You opened one eye, immediately making eye contact with his sister, who was standing at the door with her arms crossed and a wide smile across her lips. That was when you realised Hoseok had started his act of, ‘fake boyfriend,’ you would be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed.

Of course, it was all an act.

He moved your hair away from your face, bringing his own into view with a smile of his own.

“There she is,” he beamed.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his face away, a grumble of incoherent words leaving your lips as you did so. You could hear Dawon chuckle before walking away and leaving you alone with Hoseok.

“What time’s it?” You yawned, finally kicking off the duvet and sitting up.

“Breakfast time,” was the response you received from your retreating ‘boyfriend.’ “I’ll get you in the kitchen.”

He didn’t look at you before leaving, didn’t make eye contact or smile again. It was weird and you didn’t like it, it was so unlike him. This fake relationship better not ruin your friendship with him, you thought as you got out of bed.

Everyone was already in the kitchen, hustling and bustling to get breakfast down their throats before starting the day. Mrs Jung was brewing coffee while Mr Jung was frying an endless amount of bacon and eggs.

It made you smile, how everyone fell so perfectly in harmony with one another, but then, then there was you. Where did you fit in? Would you have felt differently if you weren’t playing pretend and standing on thin ice?

Hoseok was talking animatedly to his sister, he didn't seem worried or scared he would get caught red-handed about lying. The smile on his lips was genuine and happy, maybe it was because he fit in better than you ever could or would.

“Y/n, my love,” came Mrs Jung’s voice. “What are you doing just standing there? Come and eat, dear.”

You forced a smile over your lips and hastily nodded your head before proceeding towards Mr Jung and taking the plate of freshly cooked breakfast from his hands.

Hoseok was watching you now, the smile on his lips hidden away with a pout, “sit with me,” he spoke, voice soft but grainy like sand.

And your heart flipped into your stomach. You felt sick.

“Are you okay?” Dawon asked when she noticed you hadn't made a move to sit down.

Her delicate voice drew you out of your neverending thoughts and brought you back to reality. There was a genuine smile on her lips while she gazed into your eyes, forcing your mind to calm down.

Maybe she knew something you didn't. You smiled.

“I’m fine,” was what you told her as you sat next to Hoseok. “Jet lagged, I think.”

And she giggled, in turn, making you smile.

“Nothing a hearty breakfast can’t fix,” came Mr Jung, a fatherly grin over his face. “Eat up, little one!”

↝ How you forgot about all your worries

The ocean waves created playful rows of lines into the sand as the sunset beyond the shore. Mr and Mrs Jung were enjoying a cocktail, watching you and Hoseok build a sandcastle from the deck. There was a smile on your face, and they could tell you’d finally relaxed and let yourself go since you got here.

Hoseok pulled out his phone to take a few pictures of the beautiful creation the two of you had created together, as well as, taking the opportunity to snap a few of you without you noticing.

“This has got to be the best sandcastle we've ever built!” Hoseok proclaimed before tugging you to stand up with him. “It’s beautiful!”

A chuckle parted your lips at your best friends over-exaggeration but, he wasn’t wrong, “it’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?” You asked, turning your head to gaze at the male next to you.

There was a huge grin on his face as he squeezed your hand, “we make a good team.”

You nodded at his words, silently agreeing with what he’d said.

At that moment, you noticed the sun had slowly begun to set beyond the sea, creating hues of pink and golden yellows across your best friends features causing him to glow under the light.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your smile?” Hoseok’s voice was soft when he spoke up again, his eyes gazing deeply into yours when you shook your head, ‘no’ in response to his question. “Well, I do. A lot.”

A rosy red blush spread across your cheeks and you felt yourself grow warmer than the sand, Hoseok, on the other hand, however, felt confident in himself and kissed your cheek before he lost this opportunity.

He giggled as your eyes widened in surprise.

“Hobi, your parents are watching!” Your tone was playful and your eyes were gleaming under the sun as you watched him chortle in response.

If only every day was like this, carefree and full of nothing but happiness.

“Come on, let’s walk along the shore before calling it a day,” his voice was like music to your ears.

When Hoseok held out his hand, you didn’t hesitate to intertwine it with your own. Accompanied by a smile over your lips, you let him lead you towards the sea and into the sunset.

↝ How you fell in love

As the days went on you noticed that most of the time the sky was saturated with soft pinks and dusky blues when the sun passed to set over the ocean. You noticed the palm tree leaves grow darker and heavier while they waved ‘goodbye,’ to the ball of fire and ‘hello,’ to the moon.

You noticed the way Hoseok would gaze at you from across the room.

As the days went on so much changed in such little time, but it felt right as swift touches hindered instead, as stares altered to longing gazes, and as your heart racing in fear of getting caught grew into the desire of falling in love.

It made you wonder if Hoseok felt the same, it made you wonder how long you’d felt this way without even realising and, and it made you hope that maybe one day this fake relationship would become something real.

You watched Hoseok as he moved swiftly passed his parents to find his seat next to you, a seat which you saved for him, and only him. There was a small smile on his lips when he made eye contact with you and a sigh of relief parted his lips as soon as he sat down.

Finding comfort with you next to him.

“It’s been such a long day,” he spoke suddenly but softly. “I don't know if I’ll survive the wedding.”

A chuckle parted your lips at his joke, “stop overreacting.”

He stuck out his tongue before retiring his head onto your shoulder and closing his eyes. You listened as his breathing became lighter and the ocean waves grew heavier, it made you wonder if you were his safe space just like he was yours.

And just when you thought he’d fallen into the rabbit hole of sleep, he opened his mouth and said, “promise me something.”

You felt your heart race against your chest and thump, as well as, feel the eruption of butterflies cause slight dizziness, however, you still found yourself nodding your head for him to continue.

“Promise me that we will always be together,” his words were quiet as if they were a secret between you and the ocean. “No matter what.”

There was determination in his eyes when he raised his head off your shoulder to make eye contact with you. To be honest, you didn't really understand the meaning behind his words but you couldn't stop yourself from saying, ‘I promise.’

That was when you realised you’d fallen in love with your best friend.

↝ How your confession lost against another

There were two days left before the wedding, the one main reason why you were in Hawaii the first place— the reason why you were pretending to be Hoseok’s girlfriend.

More family and friends were beginning to arrive, more familiar faces you’d become to love and get to know, but then, then you saw her. The one person you were dreading to see and it only made it worse when Hoseok’s eyes rose in delight and his arms wound themselves around her figure.

It made you feel small and irrelevant, especially when Mrs Jung had to introduce you as Hoseok’s girlfriend because he was too lost in her eyes to do it himself. More so, it made you feel angry and hurt.

Of course, it wasn't his fault you'd fallen in love with him, but he was the one who started it. This whole fake dating ordeal was a bad idea from the start and you knew that, yet, you still gave in to him and went ahead with it.

Now, now you were left feeling broken and lost.

What were you supposed to do? Confess how you feel? Ignore your feelings until the wedding was over? Break off everything? Tell the truth? Your mind was reeling with so many thoughts, you felt like screaming and shouting.

But that wouldn't be fair on anyone— including Hoseok.

So, you gave out an agitated and wearied sigh before calling it a night.

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“Y/n?”

It was funny, you didn't realise you were packing your suitcase until Hoseok walked in and asked you what you were doing. It wasn’t until your figure stopped moving and your mind stopped racing, you realised what was happening.

You were leaving.

“What’s going on?” Another question.

A defeated, sad chuckle hastily left your lips as you threw the cardigan in your hand onto the bed and sat down, “what are we, Hoseok?”

When you raised your head to look at him the first thing you noticed was the confusion etched across his face, and it made you wonder if you were over-exaggerated or if you’d read the situation with his ex all wrong.

Whatever it was, it still hurt.

“What do you mean? We’re best friends.”

Another chuckle parted your lips, this time, however, you stood up and progressed to stand in front of him, “what if I told you that I wanted to be more than that?”

“What are you saying?”

You took a step further, “I love you, Hoseok.”

Hoseok didn't reply to your response, he didn't even look at you as his head sank into his chest. You were right when you thought he wouldn't feel the same, you were right when you thought that pretending to be in a relationship would ruin your friendship, and you wanted to cry.

The door behind him opened and in came his ex, her hand found sanctuary in his and her eyes stared intensely into yours. There was more behind this than you thought, something didn't feel right, but you didn't know things would spiral out of control so fast.

↝ How you left without a word

The airport floor was cold—a huge contrast from the warmth outside. It kept your wild thoughts at bay and stopped them from running a riot in your mind. It stopped your tears from spilling down your cheeks and your heart from breaking into what felt like a million pieces.

Maybe leaving without explaining a single word to Dawon or Mrs Jung wasn’t a good idea, but you couldn't stop replaying the image of Hoseok choosing his ex over his friendship with you. A woman who hurt and broke him over someone who was here for him and with him through everything.

Everything.

It took you a few seconds to realise someone was sitting next to you on the floor, it made you laugh that someone like Mr Jung knew you so well. Someone who wasn’t with you all the time, but was there watching you grow up along with his dumb-wit of a son.

“Where do you think you’re going a day before the wedding?”

That was when you let the tears slip down your cold cheeks.

Mr Jung didn’t hesitate to draw you into his fatherly embrace nor did he question why you were crying, perhaps because he knew why—something he’d most likely knew everything all along.

“Let’s go back to the villa, my dear,” he voice was full of love and you couldn't find it in yourself to argue against him. “Mrs Jung has a nice ol’ cup of tea waiting for you.”

And he was right, Mrs Jung was seated at the dining table with two cups of tea—one for herself and one just for you. Seeing her made you miss your own mum, it made you want to curl up in her arms and cry over a stupid boy who broke your heart.

There was a sympathetic smile on her features as she motioned for you to come over, Mr Jung, on the other hand, left the two of you alone—but not before leaving your suitcase in the room you were sharing with Hoseok.

It made you wonder if he’d been worrying about you.

“Now, are you going to tell me what happened?” Spoke Mrs Jung as soon as you sat across from her. There was a stern look on her face and you knew you were in trouble.

It made you laugh.

“Hoseok and I, well... we weren’t really dating, to begin with, it was all a lie to get you and Mr Jung to stop mentioning his ex, yet, as soon as she showed up I didn’t seem to exist anymore,” you sighed, eyes staring into the cup of tea. “When I realised I was in love with him, he’d already chosen her over me.”

Mrs Jung reached for your hand, “tell him again.”

You laughed and shook your head, eyes meeting hers, you smiled sadly and called it a night.

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Unfortunately, Hoseok was wide awake when you entered the bedroom. He was sitting on the bed, head in his hands murmuring something to himself, but as soon as you opened the door, he’d leapt up and held onto you for dear life.

“What the hell, Hoseok,” you protested. “I can’t breathe.”

However, he didn’t seem to care as his grip tightened around you.

“Where the fuck did you go?” He argued, moving you back to stare into your eyes. “I was so worried!”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you pushed out of his hold, “I didn’t think you would care since your first priority is your ex.”

He sighed in frustration as he watched you undress and put on your nightgown. Why the fuck was being around you so agitating? Why did you make him feel things he’d never felt with his ex?

“She isn’t my first priority,” he said after a moment of silence. “You are.”

“Then why did you choose her over me? Why did you let her say those horrible things to me? Why did you push me away? Why—”

Your argument came to an end as your lips were met with Hoseok’s. He kissed deeply yet, desperately, pushing you into the wall while coiling his arms around your figure.

His breath grew heavier and you silently asked for more.

Never once in your life had you felt this way before, never once had you been so urgent for someone's touch. But this wasn’t just anyone this was Jung Hoseok—your best friend, the very guy you fell deep into the rabbit hole for.

“Don’t think I forgive you, Hoseok,” you breathed against his lips. “You still owe me an explanation.”

He nodded his head before nosing against your neck and biting into the flesh, sucking to leave a mark. A mark to let everyone know exactly who you belonged to.

“Let me make it up to you, baby,” he pleaded.

The air was full of nothing but arousal, more so, you couldn't bring yourself to deny him.

Hoseok kissed you again, this time slowly but intoxicatingly, his hand moved down your form and slipped under your dress, exploring and touching everywhere except where you needed him to touch you.

“Hobi,” you muttered against his lips. “Please stop teasing me.”

His eyes were cloudy and glassy as he stared into yours with so much lust, want and needs. An exhalation escaped your mouth when he connected his lips back to your neck, hand slipping into your pants, taunting your clit.

You heaved at the ministration, writhing beneath him, silently asking for more. For anything, for something. He removed his hand, pulling your dress up along with his hand that progressed towards the back, reaching for the zip.

“Take it off,” he whispered in your ear in a low moan. “Let me see you.”

Your breathing got heavier as you watched him stand back, allowing you to move and take off your cotton dress. Just like that, in slow and precise movements, the dress slipped off and hit the floor.

Hoseok took the opportunity to undress before pulling you towards the bed and pushing you to lie down, so he was on top, so he could assert dominance and let you know that he was in charge and always will be.

It didn’t bother you, not when he knew what he was doing; when he was so confident in the way his hand wandered down your body, towards your heat.

A moan parted your lips, music to Hoseok’s ear. He decided there and then, after hearing you call out his name breathlessly into the night, that it would be his favourite sound.

“Let me show you how sorry I am,” he muttered into your ear.

You could only nod your head, afraid that your own words would get stuck in your throat due to the pleasure he was causing you.

There was no uncertainty in Hoseok’s movements when he slipped a finger and then another into your heat, he revelled in your moans and whines, urging you to get louder the faster he pumped his digits in and out.

His free hand played with your breast, his lips nipping the skin, forcing you to squirm under his ministrations, it felt so good— amazing even, but you wanted more, needed more.

“Hoseok,” you gasped out, pulling at his hair to gain his attention. “Please, just fuck me already.”

There was a grin on his face, and a glint in his eyes as if he’d been anticipating for you to say those words. As much as he loved teasing you to no extent, he needed to feel you, to be inside you just the way he dreamt about.

He didn’t hesitate to pull off his boxers, to yank your pants down your legs, to line himself and without a single warning, push himself deep inside. Hoseok left you feeling breathless that night, he had you coming undone more than once and he left you feeling fully satisfied as he came deep inside.

There was still so much to talk about to many unanswered questions but those could be left till the next morning, especially after hearing the words, ‘I love you too,’ part from his lips.

↝ How it worked out in the end

The next morning the sun was shining brightly through the sheer curtains, it took you a good minute to realise you were still nude and pressed up against Hoseok’s chest. Arms gripping tightly with no intention to let go and snored filling the serene room accompanied by the sound of the waves.

It was peaceful but your mind was reeling with so many questions.

So, without a single sound, you twisted around in his arms to face him and worked to wake him up. Thankfully it didn’t take long. There was a smile on his lips and a knowing look in his eyes, he knew what was coming and he was ready to answer any and every question.

“Hobi,” you started without hesitation, earning a hum in response. “What are we?”

A chuckle parted his lips and your cheeks grew red, “we’re best friends,” were the first words that parted his lips. “But I’d like to be something more.”

You gulped, “what about your... ex?”

“What about her?”

His teasing tone was not appreciated which is why you slapped his chest earning a grunt in return.

“Baby,” Hoseok pouted. “I was kidding.”

You rolled your eyes before frowning, “then answer the question.”

A chuckle parted his lips before kissing you on the forehead, “she means nothing to me,” he spoke softly. “It took me losing you to realise that. When you left with your suitcase, I immediately explained everything to my mum and dad, we told, you know who, to leave while my dad left to pick you up and I absolutely hated myself for siding with her instead of you.”

“I am so sorry I hurt you,” he finished, eyes gazing into yours.

“I forgive you,” you smiled.

Hoseok kissed lightly kissed your lips earning a giggle from you in return.

“I love you, y/n.”

That was when you knew your friendship grew into a little something more.

“I love you too, Hobi.

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A/N okay this was hectic but thank you for reading!

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Back where you belong

pairing: juice ortiz x reader

warning: angst, fluff and smut 18+ only

you’ve been missing, what happns next?

it’s been 3 months, 2 weeks and 4 days since she’s last been home, since she has seen her family, her father and boyfriend. she knew they would have every charter looking for her everywhere they could. but now she would make it easy for them to find her. she was finally fighting back again, in the first weeks of her capture she fought as hard as she could against the men. but they’d hurt her so bad till she physically couldn’t move and left her alone in a small room without any form of contact to the outside world.

they would shove a plate of food through a hatch in the door once a day. she had time to recover from what they did to her and gain strength. it wasn’t clear why they wanted her in the first place, a way to get to the club? get them back into their old business in guns? she didn’t care, she only wanted to go back home and lay in the arms of her boyfriend, play pool with the other boys and drink some scotch with her father. it was after 3 months, 2 weeks and 5 days that her captors made a mistake, instead of the hatch, the door opened and a rather young looking boy stepped inside holding a plate of food. she’d never seen him before, this must be a newling, a prospect they would call him in the biker world. her father and his brothers had taught her how to fight so she would always be able to defend herself. and maybe she could use this newling to her advantage he wouldn’t be as trained as the other captors.“the rest are out so I was tasked to bring you food and watch over you.” he spoke a bit shyly.yes this was her chance, she thought to herself. once the boy was close enough to her she pushed the plate into his face making him stumble back into the wall. but before she could run to the open door he had recovered and pulled out a gun, shooting her in the left shoulder and she dropped to the floor.“you bitch” the boy spat to her as he hovered over her and pointed the gun straight to her head.“I think they won’t mind me killing you. your dear sons of anarchy won’t come for you.”she had to act fast if she wanted to get out alive, he wasn’t standing balanced. if she was fast enough she could push him to the ground and get the gun out of his hands. so she kicked her leg up hitting him in the balls with her foot. immediately he dropped the gun and stumbled over grabbing his groin with both hands. quickly she grabbed the gun and got to her feet. once again the boy was tougher than he looked and he charged for her, a bang sounded in the rather quiet room and the boy fell dead to the ground.she had shot him, she had raised the gun and shot him in the head. before she could think about what she had done she ran out the door making her way to freedom.

it was a quiet day at ™ church was just done and the boys all sat at the bar with a beer. on the corner of the bar stood a full glass of scotch that stayed untouched, her glass. juice couldn’t stop himself from staring at the glass, it wouldn’t bring his old lady back and hope was fading fast. if he wasn’t sat here at the bar he was out there looking for her. he never thought he would feel so helpless without a woman, not just any woman, his woman. almost everyone had given up on her, claiming she would be dead by now but he couldn’t, no he would keep looking for her, he would do it for the rest of his life and so would Chibs, her dad. “how’re you holding up lad?” he asks as he sits by his side and hands him a new beer. “I'm trying, I know she wouldn’t want me to drink my ass off and just sit sulking around.” “aye, she would kick your ass.” Chibs chuckles “yeah, you taught her well” Juice responds as he sips the new beer.“I just want her back, I miss her you know. there is a hole in my heart that I can't fill without her.” he continues. being sensitive isn't allowed in the biker world but in situations like this everyone turned a blind eye to it. “we all miss her lad, she’s part of the glue that holds this family together.that is a big hole that can’t be filled. but we can only do as much as we do, we keep looking and we avenge her.”

it was later that night and most of the boys had given up on that nights search party, Jax had sent both Chibs and Juice back to ™ to handle some business with the other boys while he and Tig kept driving around on the lookout for y/n. both Chibs and Juice had argued with him at first but after a pointed look they did what was asked and drove off back to ™.as much as Jax hated to admit it he feared y/n wasn’t gonna be found or they would find her body one day. he shared a look with Tig and saw on his face that he had the same dreaded feeling. Still they went on their way to keep looking for her trying to hold on to the last spark of hope that kept driving them.

y/n doesn’t know what time or day it was or how long she was walking around, she was in the middle of nowhere or at least she couldn’t figure out where she was so she kept walking hoping she wouldn’t bleed out before finding help. but she knew she was close to passing out, she felt weak and hungry. she clutched the gun tightly in her hand, clearly in shock as the events all settled into her mind, she killed someone, barely a man. ok it was self defence, to kill or be killed but she still took his life, that wasn’t her, she wasn’t a killer. she was a sweet, caring young woman who would only raise her voice or fist to protect those she loves or when the club threw a party and some croweater of another charter dared to lay a hand on her man. the croweaters at their charter knew not to even look at Juice, he was hers and she was his. she was almost reaching the town border when she heard the roaring sound of bikes coming her way so she found the last bit of strength she had left and started to walk in the middle of the road hoping they wouldn't run her over. She used everything to keep standing on her feet. the bikers seemed to notice her because they slowed down and stopped 2ft in front of her.

“Y/N?!” she heard a familiar voice call out

“Jax” she said filled with relief, they had found her,

she was safe.just before her body hit the ground Jax was there to catch her.“I got ya sister, just stay awake” he told her as he held her in his arms.“I'm calling an ambulance.” Tig said as he reached for his phone.“Tig, no, they’ll bring cops. call Tara and tell her to come to ™ now.” he tells him as he lifts the already passed out body and walks over to his bike, he had no other choice then to cradle her against his chest as he sped off back to ™ hoping they weren’t too late.

Tara was the first one to arrive at ™ as she rushed inside still fully clothed in scrubs and bag in hand. “where is she? where is my patient?” she called out to all the confused faces.“who? where is the fire?” Bobby said from his spot at the bar.“Tig called, said they needed me for someone with a shot wound, he said they would bring her here. and I figured that they would not bring a stranger here, so where is the patient?” “we don’t know anything of a woman with a shot wound. you’re sure it was Tig that called you and you needed to be here?”his sentence was just finished when the door slammed open by a worried looking Tig, as he held the door open for Jax who carried the unconscious body of a woman whose face was hidden against his shoulder. Tara quickly turned into doctor mode. “lay her on a table and keep pressure on the wound.” she ordered jax. Tig ran to one of the longer tables and swiped everything that was on it to the floor. everyone just stood there confused and watched as the three worked together to help the woman. it was only when jax laid her on the table that her face became visible for everyone in the bar and again they all fell silent. y/n, they had found y/n, bloody and hanging on by a thin thread. Jax stepped back from the table so Tara had all the space she needed to save her life, Tig didn’t leave her side and helped Tara as best as he could.“ Chibs and Juice?” Jax looked to Bobby. “they’re in the garage making an inventory of all the parts that are left.”Jax just nods and makes his way to the garage not minding the fact that he was covered in y/n’s blood. Chibs was the first to look up when he heard the door open as Jax walked in.“Jackie boy what happened? you’re covered in blood.” “she’s shot in the shoulder, she lost a lot of blood we found her just before she collapsed. Tara is treating her.” Jax rattled off Chibs didn’t understood what he was talking about and gave a strange look to Juice who just walked up to them. “What are you talking about Jackie boy?”“we found her, we found y/n, Tara is treating her inside.” he said more clear nowbut as soon as they had heard “we found y/n” they had already taken off.“where is my little girl!” Chibs cried out as he ran into the room, most of the members had already cleared out of the bar to give Tara and y/n privacy. so the only ones in the room were Bobby and Tara and Tig who where working on y/ny/n looked pale, old bruises covering her face. the sight of her made Chibs and Juice even more angry at those who had done this to her.Chibs kneeled next to the table by her head.“my sweet little girl, daddy's here, you’re home,....” he whispered to her as he stroked some hair out of her face. Juice couldn’t move, he froze the moment he saw her lying there on that table looking small and broken. his love was home but would she survive this? Juice never felt this vulnerable and scared before in his life.but at the same he wanted to kill the bastard who did this to her. “It’s ok Juice, you can come closer if you want. you won’t hurt her.” Tara said as she stepped away from the table and removed her gloves.“She’ll make it, the bullet missed her major artery. I don't know how long she was walking before Jax and Tig found her but she seems exhausted. after some time of rest she’ll heal, I didn't find any other wounds.” at that Juice relaxed, thanked Tara for her help and walked over to the table and placed a soft kiss on y/n’s cheek.“I love you” he whispered to her as he takes a seat next to the table and holds her hand.

later that day they moved y/n to Juice’s dorm room so she would be able to lay more comfortable and be in a familiar environment. both Juice and Chibs stayed at her side at all times, each sleeping in an old chair next to the bed. they wanted to be there when she woke up.She had been asleep for two days, Tara checked up on her a few times a day. Juice had just stepped out of the bathroom and took his place next to the bed, Chibs had been called away by Jax a few hours ago when he heard what sounded like a groan leave her lips. He scooted closer to the bed and took one of her hands in one of his and with the other he stroked her face. he didn’t know if she was just in pain or was waking up but that didn’t stop him from talking to her, telling her she was safely home, that he loved her, urging her to wake up soon because they all missed her, that he had missed her.

when y/n woke up she felt like she’d been hit by a bus or she was having one of the worst hangovers. at first she really believed she was dreaming because there was no way that this was true, she thought to herself as she looked around the room, she was in Juice’s dorm room. she couldn’t be home, the last thing she remembered was the small room in a cellar. she had dreamed about being home almost every night since she was taken, but this dream seemed so real, she could even smell the unique smell of Juice’s aftershave. y/n got up from the bed but as soon as she stood on her feet she felt light headed and needed to sit back down before trying again. this time succeeding as she made her way to the bathroom by holding onto every piece of furniture on her way. once in the bathroom she wanted to splash some water in her face when she felt a painful sting in her shoulder when she tried to move it, that was strange she thought, she never felt pain before in a dream. she looked up and watched herself move in the mirror, she looked pale and zombie like but then her eyes wandered down. she was wearing what seemed to be one of Juice’s shirts, she closed her eyes as she inhaled more of his smell that came off the shirt. when she opened her eyes again she trailed her fingers over the place on her shoulder where she felt the sting. once she touched it she felt another wave of pain go through her arm, this dream got stranger and stranger, she pulled the sleeve of the shirt up and gasped when she saw a bandage covering the spot where she felt the pain and she started to panic. what had happened to her did she really believe this was still a dream? she stumbled back against the door as it all came back to her, the cell, the fight with that boy, she got shot, she killed him and ran. tears started to run over her cheeks, she killed a boy. but then she started to remember more, she was running along the road, the sound of a bike stopping, Jax, jax had found her. then it dawned on her, this wasn’t a dream, she was home, she was safe. With a boost of adrenaline she took off and ran into the bar of ™, nobody was there they must have been in church and she knew once those doors were closed she had no business there. so she walked over to the bar and poured herself a drink.

“you shouldn’t be drinking sweetheart.” she heard someone calling out to her, when she looked up she saw Gemma standing in the doorway with bags of groceries.“I've been shot, I deserve this.” she smirked and took a sip before setting her glass down.“that you do sweetheart, that you do. it’s good to have you back home.” Gemma said as she puts the bags down, walks closer to her and pulled her into a hug.“do the boys know you’re awake yet?”“no, I assumed they were having church, i don’t want to interrupt them for this.”“Oh honey I’m sure they wouldn’t mind at all, they’ll all be over the moon, especially your father and Juice, they sat beside your bed waiting for you to wake up.”but before y/n could even respond the doors that closed off the church meeting flew open and everyone spilled out after each other. the first one to come out was her father Chibs but they didn’t seem to notice Gemma and y/n till y/n wormed her way out of Gemma’s embrace and ran to her father.“Daddy!” Chibs couldn’t believe his eyes, his little girl was awake. so he braced himself and caught her in his arms as soon as she was in his reach.

“(scottish nickname for y/n)” they hugged each other with tears in their eyes, if you asked Chibs or even Juice they’d say they had something in their eyes. once he had set her back down on her feet she was immediately swept up into the arms of Juice as he didn’t hold back and kissed her for the first time in more than 3 months.“Juice, I get the fact that you missed her but you can suck faces later, the rest of us want to give her a hug too before she needs to go back to rest and then you’ll have her all to yourself.” Jax chuckled behind them.

later that night after explaining how she got out,what exactly had happened and had eaten some dinner, Juice had brought her back to his room with the excuse that she should rest and she had willingly followed him after telling everyone good night. once inside the room he locked the door behind him and lead her to the bathroom where he turned on the tab of the bathtub and helped her undress in silence but with every item he removed from her he gave her a soft kiss. once she stood naked in front of him he carefully helped her get into the relaxing warm water before he undressed himself, got in with her and pulled her face to face in his lap so he could still give her sweet kisses. Soon enough the kisses turn more passionate and deeper as both their hands start to wander over each others bodies. “god, I love you so much baby.” Juice pants when he pulls back to catch his breath.“I love you too Juan, I missed you, I missed you so much.” y/n sobs in his arms finally letting everything go that had happened.“I got you babe, I got you my strong brave woman, I got you, you’re safe.” Juice whispers in her ear as he holds her close and softly rocks her as he lets her cry it out. he knows this is what she needs and that she would feel much better ones the tears run out. “help me forget, help me feel something different than pain and sorrow.” she says in a broken voice. “make love to me Juan.”

He didn't need to be told twice, his cock was already hard since the moment they started making out. But to make sure she was ready to take him he moved his hand up her thigh till he was able to slip a finger between her folds and started to draw slow circles over her clit until she was a moaning mess on top of him."That's it baby, i got you." He whispered to her before taking her lips in a deep kiss. Once he was sure she was ready take him he took his cock in his hand and lined up with her entrance and slowly pushed into her making them both moan out. he didn’t start thrusting immediately giving her some time to adjust to him being inside her. they both didn’t say anything, just enjoying the intimacy of each other. it was only when she started to move on top of him that he slowly started to give strong thrusts up into her making her moan out but also splashing the water over the edge of the tub. he didn’t care for that, didn’t even notice it, he would clean it up later first he wanted to take care of his girl, give her everything she needed, making her feel good in every way he could. and right now that was with his dick fucking the bad memories out of her like he knew she liked. but fucking in the tub wasn’t really ideal so he took a hold of her thighs and lifted her from his lap making her pout at the move.“what’s wrong? why did you stop?” she asked worried“just wanna make love to you the right way baby and not be held back because of the tub.” he told her as he stood up in the tub ready to get out but as soon as he made to move out he was stopped by y/n’s hands on his hips. she sat on her knees still in the water in front of him and looking with longing at him but when he followed the line of her gaze he noticed it wasn’t directed at his face but rather at his rock hard cock. “that all because of me Juan?” she asked seductively as she runs one of her hands over his hip and stops to take his cock in her hand and gives him a few strokes making Juice give out a strong moan.“fuck baby yes, yes you made me this hard.”“well then I should do something about it.” before Juice can even say something she’s already leaning forward taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, running her tongue softly around his tip, she can taste herself on him.juice can only weave his fingers into her hair, moan and enjoy what she’s doing to him, soon enough she’s bobbing her head over his cock making him lose his mind. he felt like he was already close but he didn’t want to cum like that, no he wanted to be buried deep inside her when he did. “baby stop you gotta stop, I want to fuck you, I want you to cum with me.” he growled as he pulled her from his cock and practically threw her over his shoulder as he stepped out of the tube and walked to his bed with her.

as soon as he reached the bed he threw her on it and crawled over to her kissing his way up her leg till he reached her soaking wet pussy.“look at this pussy all wet for me, looking good enough to eat” he said and licked her from her hole to her clit where he sucked it in his mouth making her squirm under him. “but i need to fuck you first, we have all night. gonna eat you so good later.” he growled out as he made his way up her body and pushed his cock back into her hooking one leg over his arm as he set a strong pace. “gonna make you cum over and over again till you beg me to stop. you want that baby? want me to make you feel that good?” he growled in her ear as he fucked her harder with every thrust. y/n was a blubbering mess by then, she had both arms wrapped around his back as she held onto him like a lifeline. she felt her orgasm approaching fast, he always knew how to make her feel good, how to move to make her forget about everything around them.“ooooh JUAN!..... close….fuck Juan.” she nearly screamed out in pleasure.“Let go baby cum for me, I got ya baby.”that was it and she felt herself floating, it was like her soul left her body as Juice fucked her through the best orgasm she has ever had before everything got dark.the feeling of something warm and soft stroking her folds and thighs is what woke her up, Juice was cleaning her up with a wet washcloth as he looked up at her.“you passed out on me baby, you okay?” he asked her, worried as he threw the cloth aside.“you just gave me the best orgasm of my life, i’m more than okay.” she chuckled as she reached out to him and pulled him back on top of her to kiss him.“good.” he said between kisses

“I love you Juan.”

“I love you too y/n”

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Male uruk hai (Mauhír) x reader - Part Three (sfw)

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Content: 6048 words, some blood/conflict (not particularly explicit), death of a very minor character, a bit of angst, and lots of fluff (because it's me!).

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The morning after Mauhír and Okash had had their vicious fight over you, the Uruk stirred early, as usual, and grunted softly. You had been awake for only a short time, having warily watched the chief rise and leave the tent from the other side. Okash was nowhere to be seen, and you’d guessed she hadn’t returned last night. You honestly hoped she was lying passed out in a ditch full of warg shit.

You shifted slightly and realised that Mauhír was still pressed up close against your back, only now, his hips ground ever so slightly against you, and his left hand twitched suddenly, knuckly fingers clenching as his weighty arm lay draped across your waist. His hard length pressed against you too, and you felt a stirring of heat in your own groin that was most unexpected, given the circumstances of your captivity.

You rolled over just enough to be able to look at him and lay there a while, simply watching his sleeping form. Every now and again he let out a deep, guttural grunt which usually coincided with a sharper roll of his hips. His face was still puffy and tender from the blows his sister had dealt him, and his purplish brown skin had darkened under the bruises which covered his scarred face. As he slowly climbed to the surface of consciousness, his eyes opened and he blinked, looking straight at you.

“Pleasant dreams?” you asked coyly, and his tusked smile made you snort with laughter. He wasn’t in the least bit embarrassed about the nature of his dreams.

“Yes,” he rasped, deep voice made even thicker than usual by the extensive swelling and bruising. “You want… I stop?”

Crushingly, you didn’t get the chance to say one way or the other, because the chief re-entered, striding across the hide-strewn floor, and yelled something at Mauhír without looking at him, grabbing his huge war axe from where it rested beside his own sleeping furs.

“What is it?” you asked as Mauhír levered himself upright, still sporting an impressive hard on that was visible through his underclothes, though for how much longer you weren’t sure because the war horns were sounding, harsh and cruel on the morning air. He dressed hurriedly into his leather and fur wrappings.

Mauhír grunted in pain as he straightened and prepared to head out. “War band,” he said. “Centaurs.”

“Centaurs… You think…?”

“I think your friend is stupid,” he growled.

If Erica had convinced the centaurs to come raiding against this belligerent band of Uruk Hai, then she was indeed foolish. “She wouldn’t…”

“Stay here,” he snarled, grabbing his own war axe and hefting its weight in his scarred hand.

When you scowled at him, he leaned down and grabbed your tunic by the collar, hauling your whole body up off the furs by at least a foot and leaning in close to snarl in your face.

“Stay. Here.” His voice was threatening in a way that you’d not witnessed before and he shook you emphatically with each word as though you were a disobedient pup.

“You’re frightened,” you whispered, seeing a new light in his puffy, golden eye.

“For you,” he said, dropping you unceremoniously back into the furs. He strode away, whistling to Avhundas, who was already pacing in the main space of the tent, ears pricked and her ugly face alert and wary.

He didn’t look back at you as he made his way to the tent flaps, and you sat up sharply and called after him, “Mauhír!”

Only then did he pause, and he squinted, clearly having a hard time seeing you with his one remaining, bruised eye. He looked honestly incredible; his dark, purplish-brown legs built like tree trunks, powerful thighs barely covered by the leather wrapping he wore around his hips like a gladiator, his torso covered only by his scars, and his long hair hanging down his back in a bead and bone studded braid.

“Please be careful,” you whispered.

He grinned at you, scars stretching on his face, and nodded once before striding out into the daylight.

Beyond, the camp seemed to have exploded.

Tramping feet, clanking weapons, blaring horns and the yipping and yowling of wargs formed a chaotic backdrop to your own fear, and you crept closer to the tent flaps and peered out.

Okash was there, yelling at a group of Uruks who had just mounted up onto their own wargs. Avhundas was one of them, and Mauhír kept her at the back until Okash jabbed a finger at him and then pointed at the main camp gate. He simply nodded, no sign of their previous feud in his features, and dug his heels into his warg’s side. She sprang away at a gallop, large as a horse and muscular as an ox, and the pair had vanished through the camp gates in seconds.

“Be safe,” you prayed aloud. He was clearly a scout and had been sent to recce the situation.

A while later, Okash and the others followed him, with seemingly all of the other orcs in the camp proceeding on foot behind them. The excitement in the air was palpable, and you felt sick from their collective blood lust. You couldn’t help wondering that perhaps if you’d gone with Erica you could have stopped all this from ever happening.

The appearance of a figure right in front of you made you jump and you startled backwards into the tent before realising it was another human. Simon, the blacksmith’s apprentice from your village, had been sent to work the forge fire with the Uruk smith, and he crouched down in front of you and hissed, “Relax; it’s only me.”

“What’s going on?” you asked, recovering quickly.

“As far as I can tell, a group of centaurs was spotted not far off wearing war gear and carrying spears. Ghorga seemed to think they were only scouting though, not intent on raiding…”

“Ghorga?”

“The smith,” he explained. “How have you been? I haven’t seen much of you around the camp, except at mealtimes when you serve the orcs their food…”

You shuddered, recalling hands on you in places you really didn’t want Uruk hands. Well, save perhaps for Mauhír’s. The thought so startled you that you nearly didn’t reply, but you cleared your throat and said, “It’s… It’s been better lately. Mauhír has sort of taken me under his wing a bit.”

Simon smiled. “Good. Ghorga’s kind of done the same with me.”

“Is she out with the others too now?”

He shook his head. “No, but she let me go see what was going on. Listen, I heard Erica escaped?”

Cold fear shot through you as you recalled the events of that evening, and you nodded. “Yeah. She ran away while Mauhír and his sister were fighting last night.”

“You think this has anything to do with that? You think we could escape too?”

You shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t see how we can…”

“We could drug their food…” Simon suggested.

The thought had occurred to you, but you didn’t have access to any poisons.

Glancing across the courtyard, you saw that Argash’s hut seemed abandoned and quiet, and you’d glimpsed a number of plants growing which might be useful in concocting a poison that would render them unconscious if slipped into their wine. “They’ll want to celebrate tonight when they get back,” you said, thinking on your feet. “They’ll all be drinking. If we can poison their wine, then the humans can escape the same way Erica did while they’re all unconscious.”

“You wouldn’t kill them?” he asked darkly.

“I don’t think there’s going to be enough poison for that,” you said carefully. “If I can even find any at all…”

After a little more discussion, you and Simon decided that you would head over to Argash’s hut and see what you could find. If you could prepare the poison and slip it into the wine casks on the far side of camp before they returned, you stood a chance of escaping. It was a slim hope, but it was all you had, and you didn’t intend to spend the rest of your life as a slave in an Uruk war camp. You also decided to keep this between you, in case anyone squealed in the hopes of getting preferential treatment from their captors. Plus, if it failed, no one’s hopes would be dashed but your own.

You walked carefully but confidently over to Argash’s little hut while Simon headed to the edge of the encampment to keep an eye open for any remaining orcs. Most of them seemed to have charged out onto the plains with only the thought of bloodsports in their minds, but if Ghorga had remained, then others would probably have done so too.

At the tent flaps of Argash’s home, you paused, straining all your senses. You couldn’t hear anyone stirring within. You hovered there, tense and frightened, before taking a deep breath and stepping inside. It was dark and your eyes took a while to adjust, but when they did, you almost screamed with shock. Sitting in the centre of her hovel was the old, gnarled, white-haired Uruk.

And she was looking straight at you with suspicious, red eyes.

“What are you doing in here, human?” she growled without getting up.

“I… um…” Your heart thudded so hard against your ribs that its frantic rhythm was all you were aware of until you croaked, “Forgive me for intruding. I thought… since I was a healer in my village, that I might be able to… help you… when they get back… in case anyone is injured…”

A slow, cruel smile spread across her gnarled face. “Really,” she said sarcastically. “And why would you want to do that?”

You shrugged, aiming for nonchalant and missing by a mile. It looked more like a nervous twitch than anything else. “Figured I might as well offer. If you don’t need another pair of hands, I’ll take my leave.” And you bowed awkwardly, hoping to back out of the entrance before she could decide that you’d been there for more nefarious reasons.

“Wait,” the old Uruk snarled, rising stiffly and grabbing a knotted walking cane from nearby. Her knuckly hands gripped it and you realised with a jolt that it was made from the horn of a huge creature, perhaps an aurochs, and was carved with a repeating design of skulls.

“Yes?” you croaked, mouth completely dry, throat constricting with fear.

“Come here…” and she shuffled to the back of her round yurt and drew out a bag of tools which she unrolled with relish on a table. “You know how to stitch a wound?”

You nodded.

“And you know what these are?” she said, waving a surprisingly steady hand over an array of pots and salves on the table beside the tool roll.

You shook your head this time and she smiled that yellow smile again. “Come here then and tell me.”

You worked out that most of the salves were made with honey, to help with healing and to prevent infection, and as you worked your way through them, sniffing and inspecting, she seemed quietly pleased with your knowledge.

“I don’t know what that one is though,” you said, pointing at the last one in the row.

Her nasty smile told you that it probably wasn’t a pleasant concoction. “It’s made of naga venom and the sting of a giant wasp,” she said, “Among other things. I use it most commonly on amputations after cauterising the stump.”

“Right,” you said, feeling a bit faint. There hadn’t been much call for amputations in the village where you’d lived before the Uruks had razed it to the ground.

“Works a treat on burns, though the pain is ten times worse than the burn itself for a while. I think I can use you,” she added, apparently satisfied.

She kept you there until the sound of returning Uruks heralded the end of the fighting, hours later. They were laughing, jeering, and whooping, and singing some kind of terrible song that made your bones crawl at the sound of it.

Argash stepped outside, leaving you alone in her tent. On the table before you were dried seeds which you had identified as henbane. Perfect. While these were poisonous to humans, they had the effect of rendering larger creatures like orcs and Uruks unconscious for hours, sometimes even days. You bit your lip and carefully slid them into your pocket with the blade of a knife, mindful not to touch them with your bare skin.

You followed Argash outside a moment later and gasped when you saw what the returning Uruks had with them. Between three wargs, none of which you recognised, a centaur was being dragged along the ground by the hooves, and he was dead, no mistaking it. Looking away from the gruesome sight before your stomach emptied itself, you scanned every face, searching for Mauhír, but there was no sign of him. A frantic fear bubbled up your throat like acrid bile and you stepped forwards unthinkingly, drawing Okash’s eye as you did so.

She laughed as she swung down off her own black warg and said, “Don’t worry, little human, your runt will be coming soon.”

Relief washed through you and your knees wobbled. Argash caught the reaction and tilted her head slightly but offered no comment on her private thoughts.

A moment later, a screaming neigh split the air and six huge Uruks appeared in the gateway to the camp with cruel lassos lashed around a centaur who was thrashing and kicking, bleeding and screaming. He was covered in bite marks and gashes, but even bloodied he was not giving up. Four wargs prowled, one on each side, one in front and the last behind him, and the one at the rear was Avhundas. She had blood on her muzzle and one of her ears was ripped, but sitting astride her was Mauhír.

When he saw you standing with Argash, his eyes lit up with fear, but he quickly masked it. He was carrying his arm awkwardly in his lap, and you realised his shoulder was dislocated. He was also cut on his ribs by what looked like a glancing kick from a centaur’s hoof.

He swung down off Avhundas’ back and strode over to Argash, who shook her head, tutting, and handed you her walking cane. It was heavier than it looked. The gentleness with which she put his shoulder back into place surprised you, and he only grunted his thanks and looked at you.

“I said stay there,” he said petulantly, jutting his blunt chin at his father’s tent.

“I came to see if I could be of any help to Argash,” you countered with a hot snarl, and the orcish healer laughed, ruffling your hair with her leathery hand.

“The human is knowledgeable, Mauhír,” she said before turning to you and added, “Perhaps you should have seen to your master…”

“He’s not my master,” you snarled, but Argash only snorted and shook her head, the bone and metal beads clacking in her hair.

Mauhír’s expression seemed proud at your defiance beneath the bruises on his face. “Come,” he said. “You heal these,” he grunted, pointing to the bleeding cuts on his body, “Then drink.”

You nodded, guilt blooming in the pit of your stomach.

As you walked behind him towards the main tent, you caught Simon’s eye and nodded once. He flashed a grin and turned away.

Mauhír’s dark growl made you look up at him, and you realised that he’d seen your interaction with Simon and misread it completley. When you smiled and made to follow him inside the tent, he sneered at you and brought the flat of his hand to the middle of your chest and pushed you backwards, hard. You landed heavily in the dirt, winded and confused, and he looked down at you with disgust in his eyes. “You are not mine.”

“Mauhír,” you said, but he rounded on you and spat his words out as though they were nightshade.

“Not speak my name,” he snarled. “Go. Go him…”

With a heavy heart, you realised that now was the perfect opportunity to poison the wine, so you picked yourself up and headed away from Mauhír towards the stores before they could begin to crack the casks open and start celebrating. Everyone was preoccupied with either tying up the captive centaur in the middle of the camp, lashing his hooves to four posts driven into the ground so that he had to stand with his legs splayed and his wrists tied to the front two posts, or with dangling the corpse of the other centaur off the palisade wall as a sick trophy.

You didn’t linger to watch either.

With the seeds administered equally to each cask, all you could do was wait. You prayed it would be enough. It wasn’t exactly as though you’d had time to measure out doses after all…

The celebrations began not long after that, with some orcs taking turns to sit on the centaur’s back as though he were a wild horse to be broken, degrading him and humiliating him while he could do nothing but stand there while they sat astride him until his legs shook. His shame was enough to turn your stomach. You decided that once the orcs were asleep, you would free him too.

‘If’ the orcs fell asleep…

For the first hour, they showed no signs of being affected in even the least little bit by the narcotic. They grew rowdier and rowdier by the minute, though you were pleased to note that Mauhír was nowhere to be seen. You assumed that he had remained in his father’s tent, but you weren’t about to go and check. If he didn’t want to see you any more, well, that just made leaving all the easier.

When the first orc went down, it was met with a cheer and a round of fresh drinks.

When the second and the third collapsed a few minutes later, the others began to look nervously around and reach for weapons. You stayed silently out of the way, sitting with Simon in the lea of the small forge, watching the orcs stagger and sway and finally hit the dirt.

When all of the orcs around the fire were finally down, you and Simon nodded at each other, and he handed you a dagger from Ghorga’s collection.

“I’ll free the centaur,” you said. “You start gathering the others. I’ll meet you outside the gate.”

He nodded once and set off at a run.

As you approached the centaur, he looked at you with wary, white eyes rolling and his chest heaving. He was exhausted but clearly his adrenaline had spiked again at your appearance from the shadows.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” you said slowly, showing him the dagger. “I’m going to cut you loose. Tell me, did a woman named Erica find your herd last night?”

He nodded, tapering ears pressed flat against his flame-red hair. “Yes,” he croaked. “She said more humans were captured here.”

“Is that why your war party rode out?”

Again, the centaur nodded. “We were only scouting. They must have seen us in the distance and decided to attack.” He tossed the unconscious Uruks a disdainful look and turned back to you. “Was that your doing?”

You nodded and got to work on the ropes without waiting to see his reaction. Sawing through the thick ropes was slow going, even with the sharp blade, but eventually he was free and he staggered slightly before skittering out of the crude holding pen, haunches tucked nervously and dancing round in an apprehensive circle.

Simon appeared a second or two later with a group of humans following him like nervous ducklings, and you looked around and nodded. Everyone was here.

Turning back to the centaur, you said, “Will you take us to your herd?”

He nodded. “You can’t stay with us though,” he said. “You bring too much attention from these bastards. My name is Iarla, by the way. Come on, we shouldn’t hang around.”

You corralled the others into a group and turned to go, knife still in hand.

As you brought up the rear, something made you halt in the gateway and you turned to see Mauhír standing at the entrance of his father’s tent, holding the flaps to one side with his left hand. He was the only one who had not been present at the festivities, and he watched you and then nodded once, disappearing back into the shadows and letting the flap drop.

A hand on your shoulder made you jump, but it was Iarla. “Come on. Let’s go.”

You nodded and set off.

The trek to the centaur’s camp wasn’t all that arduous, but your feet still felt bruised and your legs like lead by the time you got there. Erica met you with a shriek of delight, and to your immense joy, you found that your older brother and the other humans who had been sent to the neighbouring Uruk tribe as tribute had been rescued perhaps four days earlier and were recovering well.

The reunion festivities were tempered however by the other centaur’s death and, more personally for you, your deception of Mauhír. You felt honestly terrible about it, but he had seen you go - let you go, even - and perhaps he was glad that you were out here, safe, and away from them.

You made plans with the centaurs to ride south in the morning, some of them even offering to let you ride on their backs to speed you on your way. Iarla was particularly grateful to you, and honoured you by offering to let you ride on his back. You accepted, despite not being particularly familiar with riding equine creatures. When you admitted as much, he just tossed his ginger head and laughed. “You let me do the work,” he said. “You just hold tight, and I’ll take care of everything.”

You curled up in a canvas tent that night and dreamed of Mauhír. You remembered in astonishing detail the way his body had felt against yours, the way his heat had seeped into your skin, the hardness of his muscles and of his morning wood against your body, and the gruff kindness in his voice. You missed him. And you worried for him.

Your brother woke some time after midnight and found you sitting up, hugging your knees, staring off into the darkness, and he touched you lightly on the shoulder. “What’s up, kiddo?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you said, and as the lie rolled across your tongue, an alarm call went up from the centaur on watch.

You and your brother shot out of the tent and, illuminated by the moonlight washing over the cool, whispering grasses, you saw the figure of a warg walking slowly over the grasslands, up the rise towards the camp. At first you thought she was alone and when you rushed forwards crying, “Avhundas!” you were immediately held back by two centaurs, one of which was Iarla. “Let me go!” you hissed. “That’s Mauhír’s warg!”

“I don’t care who’s filthy animal that is,” Iarla growled. “I’m going to kill it!” There was an ash spear in his hand already.

“Wait!” you yelled, seeing something slumped over the shoulders of the warg. You wriggled free of the centaur’s grasp like a rabbit and shot forwards over the scrubby heathland towards Avhundas, calling her name in the hopes that she would recognise you and not attack.

She did recognise you and yipped softly, and as you drew level to her you saw that the figure draped across her shoulders was Mauhír, and that he was in a terrible state. He had an arrow sticking out of his ribs, and he was cut and bloodied beyond what you’d seen him endure at the hands of his sister.

“Come on, girl,” you said, turning around and leading the anxious warg into the camp. “If anyone hurts this warg or Mauhír I will kill them,” you said, the warning flashing in your eyes. The centaurs saw the sincerity in your words and nodded warily, though in truth there wasn’t much you could have done to stop them if they had turned on him. “He kept me alive, and he let me escape. Let me help him,” you demanded quietly.

Iarla snorted and stamped a hoof, coming closer, rearing and plunging. “That bastard is one of the ones who brought me in, bound with lassos like a common plains donkey!” he whickered.

“Did he lay a finger on you?” you countered hotly. “Did he hurt you?”

Iarla’s ears went back. “No,” he admitted. “But inaction is the same as action when it comes to injustice.”

“What was he supposed to do? Fight his entire clan singlehandedly for you?” you shouted. “He let you go, Iarla. He watched you leave tonight and did nothing to stop you. He as good as set you free. Will you deny him aid?”

“No,” the centaur scout said sullenly. “And neither will I stop you tending to him. But he leaves with you in the morning, or he dies here tonight.”

You nodded gruffly and signalled Avhundas to follow you, which she did.

“Lie down, girl,” you said, pointing at the ground at your feet. She got the message and carefully lay herself down. Despite the efforts she took not to jostle Mauhír, who was still draped across her shoulders, he slid onto the ground beside her, mercifully not onto his right side where the arrow was lodged. That was going to be a bugger to get out cleanly.

You used every ounce of your medical training that night in stitching him up and cleaning the wounds. The centaurs refused to help in the surgery, but they did provide you with silk and a needle, clean water and bandages.

He had clearly been beaten within an inch of his life before he’d managed to escape on Avhundas. It was only as you finished with Mauhír that you noticed the gash in the warg’s hind leg. She hadn’t even limped. You cleaned that, not without her snapping at you, but after a stern bop on the nose, she had behaved herself and allowed you to tend to her as well.

Simon came over when you were just bandaging the still unconscious Uruk up - with some considerable difficulty, and he looked at you with confusion and hurt in his eyes. “You’d treat one of them?” he asked harshly. “After what they did for you?”

“Mauhír protected me from his sister,” you said. “He fought with her to keep me from being humiliated and used and hurt, Simon. I trust him. I don’t trust any of the others further than I could throw them, but I trust him. Why else did Avhundas bring him here? He means us no harm.”

Simon just shook his head and stalked off.

It was another tense hour before Mauhír regained consciousness. He swallowed thickly and sat up, grunting, before you could stop him.

“Careful!” you yipped. “Fuck, Mauhír, you nearly died. Are you alright?”

“Where…?” he asked.

“Avhundas brought you to me, to the centaurs. You’re going to be alright, Mauhír.”

He nodded and brought his hand to the thick bandages around his ribs. “Thank you,” he said and then looked up at you. “Is that right? ‘Thank you’?”

You smiled and took his jaw in your palm. He leaned into it, closing his eyes. “Yes, Mauhír,” you said. “That’s right.”

“I cannot… go back,” he said. “I go… for you.”

“I know,” you said. “Thank you. It’s going to be alright.”

He sighed and his eyes fluttered as he fought to remain conscious. His blind eye drifted slightly when he was tired, and you smiled at the unexpected softness in him. “Sleep now, Mauhír. We have to leave in the morning. They won’t let us stay here any longer than that.”

The Uruk nodded and lay back, staring at the sky above him and the canopy of stars. You lay down on his uninjured side and snuggled close while Avhundas curled up behind his head and set herself on guard duty for the rest of the night.

You let your hands play over the solid, iron muscles of his abs and stomach, and he smiled, growling softly in pleasure like a big cat as you eased him towards sleep.

When dawn came, he woke suddenly and sat up, unceremoniously dislodging you from your perch on his shoulder. You expressed your displeasure with a curse and a light smack on his forearm, and he grinned playfully at you, tusks glinting in the dawn light.

The rest of the temporary camp was stirring and beginning their usual morning routines, and it wasn’t long before Mauhír was on his feet. The centaurs had no food for Avhundas, but Mauhír shared with her the hunk of bread they tossed him, and when you had all eaten, the humans and Mauhír gathered at the edge of camp, preparing to ride out with the centaurs.

Iarla gave Mauhír such a look of caustic hatred that you thought the two might come to blows, but Mauhír only ducked his head and mounted Avhundas, wincing as he landed gently on her back, clearly jolting the arrow wound in his ribs. Uruks healed quickly, but not that quickly.

You rode with the others in silence to the edge of the centaurs’ usual territory, and then further into the lusher, verdant valleys you knew from childhood.

“We’re almost home,” you said to Mauhír as you recognised the old lightning-blasted oak tree on the hill outside the remnants of your town.

“What will you do?” Iarla asked when he saw the blackened shells of the buildings, cold now and lying in disarray along the hard-packed dirt of the road.

You sighed. “I suppose they’ll rebuild…”

“And you?”

You looked over at Mauhír, riding silently on the edge of the cavalcade. “I suppose we’ll see…”

The Uruk managed a weak smile and you thanked Iarla for letting you ride him. “It can’t have been easy for you,” you said carefully in a quiet voice that only he could hear, “After what they did to you…”

He laughed wryly. “It was only too easy,” he said lightly. “You, I owe. Them… Them I’m going to make pay.”

“Take care of yourself, alright?” you said as you slithered off his back, steadying yourself on his warm, chestnut withers.

He nodded. “You too.”

The centaurs left and the humans headed off to pick through the remnants of their houses, but you remained with Mauhír on the outskirts of the former village. “What will you do?” you asked him.

He looked at you and blinked slowly. “I…” he shrugged and looked away. “I can fight,” he said. “Someone pay me… fight for them…”

You scowled. “You’re no mercenary, Mauhír. Stay with me.”

He shook his head, looking down at you from Avhundas’ high, sloping back. She carried herself like a hyena, and had the jaws to match. Now, however, she wagged softly, the wound in her flank seeming to trouble her not at all.

You nodded at the warg and said, “Avhundas seems to like it here…”

At the sound of her name on your lips, she swivelled her head to face you and whined once, stepping closer and nuzzling at your palm, tame as a princess’ lapdog.

“You want to stay here, girl?” you crooned patronisingly and she wagged her stumpy tail again. “Is that right? You want to stay with me?”

More wagging.

Mauhír rasped a laugh and slid carefully down from her back. He patted her rump and she took it as a signal to wander off and nose about after game trails in the long grass.

The Uruk took your hands in his and stared down at you with his mismatching gaze. His blind eye and extensive scars seemed starker and more out of place here in the softer terrain of the valley where you’d grown up, but you loved him no less here than you had out on the plains. “What… What you want… for me?” he asked awkwardly.

“For you to learn more Common, for a start,” you grinned, and he smiled good-naturedly, twin tusks gleaming. “And… to stay with me, I suppose.”

He jerked his chin over his shoulder towards where the other humans had gone, and said, “They… They not like Uruk here…”

“True. Perhaps we should hit the road together… you know… travel a bit. Just you, me, and Avhundas?”

“You… You leave…” he looked around him and gestured with his rough, scarred hands, “You leave this… for me?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “There’s nothing much here for me now.”

Your brother called your name before Mauhír could respond, and you looked around to see him jogging over. He eyed Mauhír warily and hung back. “Can I talk to you for a second?” he said, and you nodded, letting go of Mauhír’s leathery hands and stepping away.

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m… I’m not going to stay,” you said. “I can’t.”

He took a deep breath and shook his head. “I didn’t think you would,” he admitted. “I saw the way you look at him, and the way he is around you. He’s different, isn’t he?”

You nodded.

“Fine,” he said with obvious difficulty, “But you keep in touch, you hear me?”

“I will.”

You hugged your brother and promised to visit, and then turned back to Mauhír who was watching you unblinkingly from a polite distance.

He cut a strange figure in the strong sunlight of the fertile valley, with his mottled purple-brown skin and deep scars, but as Avhundas trotted back over to him and bumped her forehead affectionately against his hip and as he fondled her ears the way a lord would fuss a beloved hunting hound’s ears, you smiled.

He looked back to you and suddenly seemed so vulnerable for all his steel muscles and intimidating looks.

“Let’s go,” you said as you walked back through the long grass towards him.

Mauhír had only his war axe on his back and his warg by his side, but in that moment he knelt before you and bowed his head. He said something in the harsh, guttural dialect of the Uruks and took your hand in his. Something told you that the words he spoke were an oath. He pressed your knuckles against his forehead with great solemnity and then rose. “I… I am… yours…” he said falteringly, embarrassed.

You smiled and reached your hands up around his neck, more pulling yourself up to meet him than tugging him successfully down to meet you. You pressed a kiss against his lips, avoiding his jutting tusks, and laughed as his eyes went wide with surprise. His hands grabbed your waist and then the curve of your cheeks, and he hoisted you unceremoniously up around his waist, heedless of his injuries, and he kissed you back, his hands holding you firmly in place.

You caught him wincing, and you said, “Put me down you big idiot. When you’re better, we can do this and much more, but not til then, alright?”

He growled wordlessly, nuzzling kisses against your neck, but eventually acquiesced when you continued to protest. He then set you up on Avhundas’ back and then hopped up behind you, holding you tightly.

He had no reins to control her, relying on his voice and his legs to guide her, and the three of you headed out of the village and down the road, still heading south, towards a new life together and towards whatever your new road would bring.

His warm weight was a comfort behind you, and as the day wore on and your legs began to get sore from riding so long, you let yourself lean back against his bare chest. He kissed the top of your head and pressed on, leaving his clan and everything familiar behind.

And it was all for you.

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With Time: Chapter 37 - Alya

Author’s Note: Happy St. Patrick's Day! 🍀 Today's the day that every American tells anyone who'll listen about how they're actually kind of, sort of, partially Irish, if you, like, go back far enough to their great grandmother's cousin's half-sister who married some guy who...

Alright, that's enough of teasing my country. This chapter being posted on a holiday is purely coincidental, so there's not really any mention of it in here, also it wouldn't have been relevant.

I don't know about you guys, but the state I live in is taking the self-quarantine thing pretty seriously. I hope my chapters can help you from going too stir-crazy. I have been writing and baking like crazy (and playing Plague Inc, because, come on, I can't not). Several colleges in Michigan are moving online.

Stay safe you guys! Be sure to disinfect whichever device you're reading this on if you haven't recently.

That's enough about the coronavirus. You're all here for Alya, and I'm prepared to deliver. Enjoy!

Chapter Summary: Alya and Marinette have a very important (and long overdue) talk.

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Chloe: I heard that fake reporter was coming over to ‘apologize’ today, so here’s some stuff to really drive your point home.

Marinette: wait where did you get those pictures

Marinette: have you had them this whole time???

Chloe: I have my ways. Don’t question me Dupain-Cheng.

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Adrien <3: Alya wants to know if it’s a good time for her to come over.

Marinette: yeah

Adrien <3: I can tell the others, we can come over.

Adrien <3: Make sure she doesn’t try anything.

Marinette: kitty.

Marinette: she won’t try anything

Marinette: she just wants to talk i can handle myself

Adrien <3: Of course, I know you can.

Marinette: adrien

Adrien <3: Anyway, she’s headed over. I’ll let the others know so we can wait in the park and glare at her. It’s the least we can do.

Marinette: or you could go about your day as usual and not bother with needless interruptions

Adrien <3: We were already going to hang out, now we’re just coming by earlier. You can’t run from our love and support.

Marinette: You don’t need to do that.

Adrien <3: I’ll make plans that have nothing to do with that then.

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Hug This Boy: So who wants to go to the park outside of the bakery for reasons completely unrelated to the fact that Alya is coming over to talk to Marinette. It’s just a coincidence if we go to check on Marinette afterward and maybe hurt Alya if need be.

Hug This Boy: Completely unrelated.

Patisserie Princess: Adrien.

Hug This Boy: It’s so fun watching the grass grow.

Kid Mime: o absolutly

Kid Mime: its so green

The Mom Friend: yep

Melodie: So fascinating.

Felix: Most definitely.

Patisserie Princess: …

Patisserie Princess: this isn’t necessary

Melodie: Well how else are we going to look at the grass that happens to be right outside your house?

Kid Mime: yea mari

Patisserie Princess: oh she’s here ive got to go

Patisserie Princess: all of you are to go about your day as usual

Hug This Boy: Wow, the next event on my schedule is ‘watching grass grow at the park that happens to be outside of Mari’s place’.

The Mom Friend: wat a coincdence same here

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“Alya,” Marinette states, opening the door, “Let’s go to my room.”

She nods numbly, and the pair make their way upstairs, ignoring the glares from Tom and Sabine.

They both sit on the floor of her room, and they sit in silence for what feels like an eternity.

Alya breaks first.

“Mari- Marinette. I’m sorry. I was supposed to be a reporter and I didn’t even bother to fact check! I just believed her because I was so- so- so infatuated with her stories! She sounded so cool! She’d been everywhere and met everyone, and then… she hadn’t. It was all a lie. You were right. When the slides changed during the competition it felt like everything stopped. I couldn’t even process that everything she’d told us seemed to be a lie. Everyone apologized to you yesterday, and I should have the moment I knew the truth, but I wanted to process it first because… well I mean now I’m trying to avoid acting before thinking- Not that I’m suggesting that you made anything up, or something like that! I’m not! I just wanted to make sure I had all my thoughts in order. I’m so sorry,” Alya says hurriedly.

“You’re not wrong,” Marinette agrees, “You completely threw me out for someone you didn’t even know. The whole class hurt me, but Alya… you hurt me the most. More than Lila - sure, she tore me down enough that I was definitely in a bad place… but you?” she sighs, “Do you even- Alya, do you remember the first week of school? Do you remember Thursday? Can you just… go through it with me? How did we go from making plans to… that?”

Alya is tearing up, but nods. “I didn’t know anything was happening until I got there. Lila was sobbing hysterically, and she looked awful. A few of the class were already with her, and she said she had something to tell us, but wanted to wait for everyone. She said she’d already talked to Adrien. When everyone got there she said that she was being bullied. Regular insults, cyberbullying, attempts at isolating her, so much and it was all so awful. Afterwards, we were all obviously furious and spent at least five minutes convincing her to give us a name. All she managed was to say your name and then she started sobbing and wouldn’t speak anymore. Then class started, and you came in like everything was normal and just made me more mad, I absolutely hated you,” her voice cracks, “So when class was over we all confronted you. We thought you were lying, we thought you threw yourself down the stairs for pity points. We figured if Chloe was coming to your defense, then you must be a bully, and when you left and didn’t return we just took that as you running away. Going to start over in a new place.”

Alya is openly crying now, staying as quiet as she can.

“That’s not how I saw it. You know, to this day my memories of it are vague, and there’s like half of it I can’t remember period. I spent hours just dead, staring at nothing,” Marinette takes a shaky breath, preparing herself. That day is still the hardest part to talk or think about for her, even all these months later. “I went to school in a good mood, you know, because we’d talked for the first time in months and were making plans to hang out. Lila had been gone for a while and I figured that she wouldn’t be back and I could have more of a break. Everything seemed normal in class, I was worried about being late, especially with Adrien gone. Then class ended. You were yelling at me, maybe Nino too? I couldn’t breathe right, and I tried to leave. You grabbed my wrist and suddenly everyone was yelling, and then the door slammed. You were surprised and I twisted myself away, falling down the stairs. By then I’d realized the door slam was another person and I was scared, so I ran. Chloe and Sabrina found me in the bathroom, and from there I don’t know, but others have filled me in. Chloe brought me home and apparently took pictures. Then Maman must have had me go to my room. Chat Noir said he saw me on my balcony and I was completely unresponsive. He sent me to bed, and then it was the next day.” Somehow, Marinette manages to get through the story with minimal voice cracking and tears.

Alya makes a choked sound, more tears falling. After a moment she croaks, “Can I see the pictures?”

Marinette looks at her. “What? Why?” “I deserve it. I was the reason you fell and I need to see what I did.”

Marinette pauses. She didn’t intend to show anyone the pictures, they were obviously upsetting. She’s sitting on the counter, slumped and staring downward. She had expected her eyes to be haunted, or sad, or something like that, but they were just… empty. Nothing at all. Somehow it’s worse that way.

Her red-rimmed eyes and dried tear tracks are proof of her earlier crying.

Marinette is covered in fresh bruises, on her arms, legs, and the one on her face. She got scratches near most of them, the angry red of the skin outlining and accentuating the bruises. Her wrist is clearly sprained - swelled and bruised. Her Maman is in front of her, cleaning her up as best she can, applying bandages and putting an ice pack on the wrist.

“Are you sure? You don’t need to see them. They’re-”

Alya nods. “I deserve it.”

So Marinette turns the phone to her.

Alya covers her mouth in horror, fresh tears coming to her eyes. She won’t let herself look away. She flips through each picture repeatedly, growing more and more upset. Her expression changes momentarily, confusion to sickened understanding.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobs, “I’m so so so sorry. I never- There’s no excuse- I- I’m so sorry.”

Marinette takes the phone. Seeing the screenshots that Chloe sent, she winces. She still doesn’t like reading them, somehow the pictures of her are more bearable so she switches back to those before shutting the device off.

“Why?” Marinette asks, “What on Earth was going on that day that you thought I deserved to hear those things? I wa- n-need to know.”

Alya shakes her head. “There’s no excuse. I… I was having a bad day, and then Lila told us that Ladybug had sided with you and I j-j-just got so mad. It felt better than just wallowing in self-pity. You s-sent that text and I just u-used you as some sort of p-personal punching bag. I t-t-texted you for a while, and then Adrien, Chloe, and Sabrina showed up. I guess Sabrina grabbed my ph-phone when I was d-distracted with Chloe and deleted your contact. I sp-spe-spent the rest of the day mad at you.”

Marinette stares at a corner of her room, her voice soft. “I was at lunch. I was already having a bad day, and I had found out you deleted the Ladyblog so I was thinking about you and wondering where I went wrong and how much you guys hated me, which was honestly the usual, but moreso.” Alya barely stifles a cry. “I meant to text Allegra, but I’d taken the wrong phone to school. I made myself read each text, and it was everything I’d been t-telling myself, so that was…” Marinette looks away and takes a deep breath. “My friends found me, and somehow I got to the library. I don’t…. I don’t really remember much until I got home, and Adrien was there and I decided to tell them why I transferred.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

Marinette shakes her head. “I didn’t have you come over so we could compare events. Alya, you were my first friend, my best friend, and you just… left me. I don’t understand.” Her voice cracks.

Alya reaches toward her slightly, then remembers herself and draws back. Guilt claws at her inside, and it feels like it is coursing through her veins. “I- always thought that you had deceived us. That you had somehow faked kindness and that Lila was finally showing us the truth. I was d-disgusted with myself for ha-having ever called you my friend, and I just wanted t-to d-d-do everything I c-could to make it up to Lila for it. I thought- I started avoiding you near the end of school because you seemed like you were changing for the worse. Then that first week back just seemed to prove it. I’m so sorry, Marinette.”

Somehow, something about her words angers the designer. She’d been doing her best to stay calm, but something in her wants to make Alya understand how she was hurt and hurt her back.

“Oh?” Her voice is scathing, and she fakes disinterest, exaggeratingly inspecting her nails. “See, to me, I felt like I was losing my best friend. I had been so sure that Lila’s threat to take all my friends away would never come true. I told myself that sure, we weren’t as close, but you didn’t hate me. Then I returned to school. Wednesday we made plans to hang out, do you remember? I was so hopeful after that, and then you were the first to turn. All of you just threw me out - do you have any idea how badly that messed me up? How long it took me to believe I was worthy of being cared about after that?”

Like someone watching their neighbor’s house burn in the night, Alya stares as Marinette continues.

“I still haven’t recovered properly! My anxiety is so much worse now, because come on, look what Lila did in less than a year! Who knows what could happen! A part of my mind is still constantly waiting for people to leave me again, and while I no longer believe it- thank goodness- actually no! Thank my friends, because they stayed. They cared about me, when I didn’t even care about me and I would never have recovered without them! So yeah, while I no longer think that they’ll leave me, there’s a part of my mind forever wondering ‘what if they do’. I thought I’d lost them before. You met them after an akuma attack and Lila was with you, and I saw them talking to you and I was so sure that they would find out about everything and then they’d start looking at me in disgust too, that I’d be forced to watch more people drift away, to lose people again, and then I’d be alone again! They didn’t even know what happened yet! They found me having a panic attack and the first thing I said was that I’d prove to them that I wasn’t lying! I was so desperate! I didn’t want to lose them too! And…” Marinette exhales, fury dying down and giving way to exhaustion. “Look. We used to be so close, but no matter what, that can’t happen again. There’s a rift now. I don’t hate you, and I’m not saying I never want to speak to you, maybe years from now, we could maybe be some sort of friends, but we can never be best friends again, if we ever were.”

Alya nods. “Th-th-that’s fine. I don’t deserve you. Y-you’re b-be-being too nice as it i-is.”

Marinette’s heart breaks. She wants to comfort her so badly, but she won’t lie, and she’s beginning to feel that maybe it’s okay to think someone doesn’t deserve her. She has value, and if people don’t treat her that way, then she knows who isn’t worth her time. She won’t agree with the statement though, that just feels too mean, and she can’t bring herself to say it to her face.

The two sit in an awkward silence for some time, interrupted only by Alya’s barely stifled sniffling and sobbing. Marinette grabs her phone.

Marinette: would you be up to talking with alya?

Adrien <3: What did she do?

Marinette: r talk went fine i meant for the way she treated u.

Adrien <3: Oh.

Adrien <3: Sure.

Marinette: well be on r way down

“Alya? I think you should talk to Adrien. The way he was treated at school is inexcusable,” Marinette says coldly. She flips up on the messages app as she turns off her phone.

The other girl nods shakily, and they head downstairs. When they reach the entrance to the park, it’s not hard to spot her group of friends. The five of them are out on the grass, chatting with each other. Marinette walks over to them, staring down at them. “Watching the grass grow, huh?”

They all turn to look at her, there are several cries of ‘Mari!’ from everyone but Felix who just remarks, “Oh yes, it is indeed very intriguing.”

She can see the barely concealed smirk on his face, and she just rolls her eyes. “Goodness, you guys.”

“How did it go?” Allegra asks, eyeing Alya warily.

“It went fine. She’s here to talk with Adrien.”

Adrien nods, standing to give Marinette a quick hug before walking with Alya to the other side of the park.

“...I feel bad. She’s so upset,” Marinette mumbles.

Allegra hugs her tightly, and Marinette can tell she’s scowling. “As she should, after what she did.”

“Still.”

“You care too much, that’s all,” Claude justifies, “Too much empathy, which isn’t the worst trait to have.”

“We can hate her enough for you,” Allegra growls, still watching Alya.

“She doesn’t deserve that. I don’t want her to hate herself for this, that’s not good.”

“Oh, ‘Nette. I’m sure she won’t hate herself, prob’ly just be pretty guilty for a while.” Allan reassures.

Felix adds, “Even if she did, it would not be your fault in the slightest. You cannot control what other people think.”

Marinette frowns, unconvinced.

Claude musses up her hair, earning an affronted squeak from the girl. He ignores her, saying, “Anyways, do you want to hear about the grass we’ve been watching? I swear it’s grown a whole one thousand twenty fourth of a millimeter.”

“Did you actually watch grass grow?”

“Well, that’s what we said we were gonna’ do, isn’t i’?” Allan teases.

Marinette shakes her head, sighing.

“Actually, it’s technically spring right now, how are you doing?” Allegra asks.

Marinette grins. “I’m back to normal, but in a few weeks? Once flowers start blooming I’m going to be a little hyper, so prepare yourself.”

“Wonderful,” Felix mutters, “Two Claudes.”

“You love meeeee!!” Claude flops towards him, teasing.

“I suppose.”

“So, is that from the same thing that makes you try to hibernate?” Allan checks.

“Yup! I really like spring! Flower crowns incoming.”

“I am all for flower crowns!” Claude crows.

“I’m guessing Adrien knows about this?” Allegra says, “He seemed to know something when spring was brought up, but decided he was going to be all cryptic about it.”

“It’s just more fun that way!” The boy in question returns, going next to Marinette.

“He’s not wrong.”

“Oh, of course you would agree with that, Claude.”

They bat their eyes innocently. “Why, Allegra, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Pfff. Yeah, you’re definitely the picture of innocence, buddy.” Allan rolls his eyes.

Claude gasps. “Allan! You’d betray me like this? Does our friendship mean nothing? Et tu, Brute?”

The boy puts the back of his hand on his forehead, falling backwards.

“Oh no! Claude feign-ted!” Adrien cries.

It takes a moment, but Claude is the first to get it, cracking up. Marinette just sighs wearily, soon followed by Felix. Allan and Allegra understand at the same time, the former laughing, and the latter groaning.

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Author’s Note: How was that for a chapter? Originally, I was going to have her friends see the pictures, but it didn't quite fit in, and it wouldn't have led to anything big, so I dropped it.

Were you surprised there wasn't a strong language warning? I was when I was proofreading.

Hey, who wants to see the results of the survey? Do you want them later today or on Saturday (to give it a full week)? Also, there's some great extra responses from that bit at the end, so do you guys just want to see all of them or have me find some highlights? If you haven't taken it, please do, because I'm having a blast. Also, should I do another survey for a dumb debate like this, because I already found another great question.

(Can you tell I've been cooped up inside only leaving to walk the dog or get groceries? A little stir crazy here. My dog is just happy I'm home more.)

Regardless, I look forward to any and all comments you have for me! You guys make me smile!

P.S. I haven’t done a ‘things I’ve overheard’ in a while. I’ll probably post one soon.

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JUNE’s Chain of Gold Flash Fiction by Cassandra Clare

Days Past: Lucie and Cordelia

PARIS 1897

Cordelia always thought of the year that her family lived outside Paris as the last year they were truly happy. The next year Alastair would go to Shadowhunter Academy and become an altogether harder and more impenetrable person. Her father’s health declined again once they returned to England. And as if overnight, something in Cordelia would change, and her mother would begin to speak about Cordelia’s future, and how she could secure it.

But in that year, living in their small but comfortable house in Fontainebleau, all was well. And she got to see Lucie and James more that year than any other time. She would have preferred to be let loose with them in the heart of Paris, of course, but she did enjoy showing Lucie around the arcaded houses of the town, the chateau of mundane royalty, the Grand Canal along which families sat and picnicked. Lucie was ten and looked younger, but she was rather a daredevil. So of course Lucie wanted to explore the Fontainebleau Forest, and led the way there, chattering of how this had once been a much larger, ancient forest, a hunting ground for kings of old, and how she had once met a helpful changeling boy in Brocelind Forest.

“Mind, that’s a secret,” she said, darting a glance over her shoulder at Cordelia, and looking rather fey herself. “Never tell.”

Cordelia agreed, pleased to have a secret with Lucie. They roamed across a star-like crossroads into lanes of beech trees and service trees. The forest was known for its massive boulders in strange shapes—this one like an elephant, this one with a nubbly surface like a crocodile, this one like the head of an old man with a large nose. Cordelia took Lucie to see some of her favorites, to scramble to the tops, to look down from the edges of cliffs into gorges below.

Lucie ran along the top of the verdant cliffs with abandon, ankle deep in daisies with her hair flying in the wind. She reached over the edge to pluck a wildflower, the delicate violet and pink cup of its petals startling against the dark gray rock. She tucked it behind one ear, and bounded away again, Cordelia running to catch up.

They were careful; they were Shadowhunters; but they were still children who could easily set a foot wrong, and eventually, Lucie did. Laughing at something Cordelia had said, she stepped back into open air and, overbalancing, began to tumble from the edge of a high cliff. Cordelia had time to see Lucie’s smile change to abrupt horror before she lunged toward her friend, catching the skirt of her dress. She felt the material rip in her hands, but it gave Lucie the time to twist about and get her arm onto flat ground, and gave Cordelia the time to grab Lucie around the wrist, and hold fast for dear life.

Their eyes met. “It’s all right,” Lucie said slowly. “I’ve got my foot on a—”

With a crumbling noise, whatever Lucie’s foot was on came free and Lucie jerked back, bouncing roughly against the ground. Cordelia was lying on her belly on the broken earth, hanging part-way off the cliff, her hand around Lucie’s wrist. Lucie turned her arm with great care, eyes locked on Cordelia, and grasped Cordelia’s wrist as well. They were stable, for the moment.

But not yet safe. Cordelia made to pull Lucie up, and the earth buckled beneath her. Lucie gave a yelp; her free hand pressed against the bare rock face to steady herself. She breathed very loud and very hard.

Cordelia commanded her voice to be steady. “Don’t move,” she said. “Someone will come for us. I shall not let you fall.”

A little scared gasp broke from Lucie’s lips. After an instant, Cordelia realized it was a laugh.

“Oh,” Lucie replied, “I am only fretting about how we shall pass the time until then.”

Cordelia had always thought Lucie must weigh nothing, but with so much of her weight in Cordelia’s hands, Cordelia was suddenly vividly aware of how much there was to lose, how critically important it was to hold on. The blue sky seemed to tip dizzily around and under them, blueness attempting to swallow Lucie up. Their breathing was thunder in Cordelia’s ears.

And there they waited. Cordelia wanted to call for help, but she dared not, afraid that diverting any energy to shout would weaken her grip. Lucie had no such qualms, and called for help a few times. There was no answer. The forest was silent, save for the wind rustling the trees above them.

Lucie and Cordelia looked at each other in dismay.

“You are always writing stories,” said Cordelia, after a long moment. “Could you tell me one?”

“I haven’t told my stories to anyone outside my family,” Lucie said. She sounded shy, and Cordelia opened her mouth to say that was quite all right, that she understood perfectly, when Lucie went on. “Since it is you, though, Cordelia, I think I could.”

Lucie related a rousing tale of a pirate with eyes green as the sea. Cordelia became so engaged with the story, she was even able to laugh a little. When she did, Lucie’s eyes lit up.

The story had to end. Silence followed. There was a breath of cold in the warm summer air, telling of the evening and the coming dark. The muscles in Cordelia’s arms were burning.

“Cordelia, are you not growing tired?” Lucie asked in a small voice.

“I am not in the least tired,” Cordelia answered stoutly. “I can hold on forever.”

Neither of them could later remember how long they waited. It felt like hours. Cordelia had time to realize that this was now her entire life, that the sensation of suffering and terror would simply go on and on without end, and she had begun to think of how should reconcile herself to this new truth when, all at once, she was enveloped in new warmth, and new strength. She squinted upward to see someone— James, it was James—grab hold of Lucie’s arm along with her. With a great heave, James hauled his sister back up to safety. Cordelia liked to think that she still had enough strength to help, a little. She held onto Lucie, in any event, and would not let go until they were both lying full length in the grass next to the cliff.

James looked down at them, arms folded. Limp with relief, Cordelia gazed at him. She had seldom seen him without his reading glasses before. She found herself shocked by the peculiar depths of his eyes, but shocked in a pleasant fashion. She wondered if James was going to scold them. Instead he just said, “You’re all right. Take your time.”

“James,” said Lucie. “Cordelia held onto me for hours. Hours upon hours.”

Cordelia said, “Days. It was days we were out here.”

Lucie let out a small, slightly frantic giggle. “It’s been weeks, James, what kept you?”

They explained how Lucie had fallen. “Lucie, I wish you had been satisfied by tearing through the daisies up here,” said James, with an exasperated sigh. “Generally speaking, cliffs are best enjoyed further from the edge.”

“I like daisies,” said Cordelia, before Lucie and James could start bickering in earnest. “I never understood why people called ‘Margaret’ might have the pretty nickname ‘Daisy.’ It does not sound any more like ‘Margaret’ than ‘Cordelia’ does.”

She looked over to find James blinking at her. Later she realized that Daisy was a nickname for Margaret because the French for daisy was marguerite, and Cordelia felt an awful fool. James clearly knew at the time, but he was too kind to say so.

Instead, he said, “Why shouldn’t we call you Daisy, if you like it?”

Cordelia felt warm all over at the thought of the Herondales having a pet name for her.

“Yes!” said Lucie eagerly, sitting bolt upright in the grass. Lucie seemed so undaunted, barely escaping yet unaffected by danger. “We ought to have a nickname for you!”

Daisy. It was a carefree name, a joyful one. Unable to think of what to say, Cordelia took Lucie’s hand and squeezed it. Then she winced, the ache in her arm returning with the motion.

Lucie gave her a pensive look. “Days,” she said. “Weeks, you held on, Daisy.”

Cordelia grinned, delighted to have entered Lucie’s mythology in a heroic manner. “I’d have held on for months, if that was what it took.”

“James,” Lucie said, though she didn’t look over at him. “Did you know Cordelia’s going to be my parabatai?”

“I am?” Cordelia said with amusement.

Lucie looked horrified, like she’d suddenly woken from a dream. “I’m sorry, that was the shock speaking. I would never presume—”

“Lucie!” Cordelia said. She tightened her grip on her friend’s hand, pleased to do so in safety, and looked up at James. “Of course we’re going to be parabatai.”

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It Had To Be You XXIX

Chapter Twenty Nine: Who Are You?

Summary: After the Vow Renewal, you head back to Dallas while Tyler heads to Vancouver to play the Canucks and you meet his friend, Kate, and suspicions threaten your relationship (I said I was gonna do it, so might as well get it out of the way now, right?).

Warning: a whole lot more angst than I thought there would be...

Author’s Note: I just finished re-reading this series to see where I left off and it looks like the last time I wrote something was back at the end of March -- so like right before playoffs. It’s funny to see how much my writing has changed over the course of 29 chapters, if any of you have written a series, I urge to read yours over; it’s quite a ride. That being said, these next few chapters may be a little rough because I haven’t dipped my feet into this series in so long, so, please, just bear with me. This one’s a bit of a filler but a filler with a lot of angst! Hope you enjoy!

Song Credit: Who Is She 2 U -- Brandy, Who Are You -- Svrcina

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You couldn’t help thinking about how Tyler was with the kids at Chris and Karen’s vow renewal reception and how sweet he was with them. You hadn’t thought about whether or not you wanted kids in a long time; not since you were a teenager when your sister told you she wanted four kids and asked how many kids you wanted.

“I don’t know, maybe two? A boy and a girl?” was your response but since then you hadn’t thought about it because the relationships you were in didn’t really seem like they would make it that far. But, of course, seeing Tyler with small children made you think that the two of you could grow into wanting that together. You tried to put the thought out of your mind because it wasn’t a discussion you were ready to have, either with yourself or with Tyler, so you walked over to the couch to find something to watch before you heard a knock on the door.

“Who could that be?” you cooed to Gerry, eyes wide as you leaned close to him before kissing his nose, “are you expecting someone Gerry? Huh? What about Marshall or Cash? Where are your brothers anyway?” you continued in your puppy voice as you walked over to the door to answer it

“He- oh hi..” a smiley blonde said from the other side of the door before a look of confusion swept across her face, “is.. Tyler here?”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” you asked, stepping to the side to lean against the door frame, keeping the dogs from running out the door

“Kate” she stated matter-of-factly, but when you raised your eyebrows questioningly she realized you hadn’t heard of her, “Kirchof? I’m a friend of Ty’s”

“Nice to meet you, Kate Kirchof,” you said, clearly annoyed at the fact she was trying to nudge her way inside, “I’m (Y/N), Ty’s never mentioned you before, not that it really matters because he’s not here right now. But I can leave him a message for when he gets home…”

“Sure,” she started, “just get him to call me?” You hummed at her request and told her you’d do your best

“Have a nice day”

“Are you sure you’re gonna be here when he gets home? I could just wait here, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I mean, I don’t mean to sound rude or anything,” she popped her hip to the side as she stood in front of you, “but who are you?” As soon as the words left her mouth, you scoffed in her direction, confused on so many levels but getting more and more annoyed by the second

“I wouldn’t want you to waste your day waiting for him, sweetheart,” you chided, “he won’t be getting back into town until late tonight. But don’t worry, I’ll let him know you dropped by.” You went to close the door but she brought her hand up to stop you

“You still didn’t tell me who you are…” she urged

“I’m his girlfriend” you gave her a sarcastic smile as you shut the door, leaving her with an overly shocked expression on her face. Great, you thought to yourself, now I’m going to be thinking about who this chick is and what she means to Tyler. Why wouldn’t he tell me about her? How have I never met her before? I mean if she stops by here unannounced… does she do it often? GOD DAMN IT TYLER! Your thoughts were getting the better of you but you knew there had to be an explanation, so you waited for Tyler to get home to talk to him about it.

“Who is she to you, don’t lie to me, who is she to you, my eyes can see, something’s going on between you two…” The song played in the background as you looked through Tyler’s Instagram, desperately trying to find something to hold on to, when the dogs ran to the door to greet Ty and you changed the song, turning down the volume when he came into the room where you were.

“Hey babe” he said happily

“Hey” you replied, coldness to your tone

“How are you?” he creeped beside you, kissing your cheek before jumping over the couch to sit next to you

“I’m good, yeah, how are you?” you kept your eyes on your phone as he pushed your hair from your neck

“I’m good…” he faltered when you shifted away from him, as if he was waiting for a response from you

“That’s good” you smiled knowingly and Tyler furrowed his eyebrows at you

“Okay, what’s wrong?” he asked, peeling himself away from you to slump back into the couch

“Nothing, baby,” you started, insincerely, and Tyler let out a sigh of relief, getting up to grab something to eat. You smiled to yourself, letting him have a second of peace before starting a potential yelling match. You turned around to see his reaction when you finally spoke again, “Kate dropped by today.” You saw his body tense as his hands rested on the counter, pushing his body up, keeping his body turned away from you and you waited for him to say something

“Tyler?” you called, thinking he’d say something, anything, but he stayed silent, “who is she?”

“No one” he finally said, quietly and under his breath, without turning to you

“No one?”

“No one, our families know each other. I haven’t seen her since before I played for Boston…”

“So why is she popping up at your house here? Does she live in Dallas?”

“I don’t know why she dropped by here, but yes she lives in Dallas”

“You’re lying!” you shouted

“No I’m not!” he shouted back, “I gave you the answers you wanted…”

“The answers I wanted?” you scoffed, “no no no no, I asked you very simple questions and you gave the bare minimum. One of those questions was a simple yes or no, so it’s not like you could’ve hidden from it. But there’s something you’re not telling me about her”

“I don’t know what you want me to say? I don’t know what she was doing here, she never comes by but I know she lives in the city because she’s sent me messages on Instagram saying we should meet up”

“And what you just gave her your address?!”

“Not just like that…” he sighed, “she came to a game a while back, you know when you weren’t”

“Don’t do that, don’t fucking guilt me for not coming to your games by saying some ‘stranger from your past’ does”

“I’m not doing that. Just..” he tried to compose himself, “she came to a game and stopped by the locker room after. She was talking to Katie, like Jamie’s Katie, and then the four of us kinda hung out for a while. You weren’t living with me yet, you were just visiting here and there, so you weren’t here. She ended up coming back here. And staying the night…”

“Wow..” you gasped quietly, “so.. What does that mean? I wasn’t living here, I was back in Calgary, doing some stupid term paper or something while you were doing what? fucking some ex-girlfriend?”

“She’s not an ex-girlfriend!”

“You did fuck her then?”

“No!” he yelled, watching you pace around the house, “I didn’t fuck her, I let her stay the night because it was late and I was trying to be responsible. She slept on the couch.”

“How fucking old is she Ty?” you countered, “she looked awfully young to be an old family friend”

“I said our families knew each other, not that she was an old family friend”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right. My bad. How do your families know each other again?”

“She went to South Methodist University, my Mom met her Mom somewhere.. then they came to a Canada Day/Fourth of July weekend thing that we had in Dallas a long time ago.”

“I don’t buy it”

“BUY WHAT?!”

“THAT SHE DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU!”

“SHE DOESN’T!”

“THEN WHY AREN’T YOU TELLING ME THE TRUTH?!”

“I’VE TOLD YOU EVERYTHING!”

“WHO IS SHE?!”

“I TOLD YOU!”

“I MEAN TO YOU, TYLER! WHO THE FUCK IS SHE TO YOU?!”

“(Y/N) I HAVE TOLD YOU A MILLION TIMES, SHE’S NO ONE! JUST SOME GIRL”

“Just some girl?” you said surprisingly quietly, “just some girl you’ve known for years but never mentioned? Just some girl who looks like she’s been pulled from the cover of a magazine? Just some girl who can’t be more than 21? Just some girl who is literally everything I’m not but everything I used to be?”

“(Y/N).. baby..” he walked slowly toward you when he noticed a small tear fall from the corner of your eye but you pulled away

“Don’t. I can’t right now, Ty.” You started, eyes locked on a speck of dust on the floor until you were forced to look up at him to break the silence, “I don’t believe a word you’re saying to me right now, I’m sorry, but I just.. I need some space.”

“Are you serious right now?” he squeezed his eyes shut as he tried not to yell at you, “what are you gonna do? Lock yourself in a room and just ignore me until you decide to trust me again?”

“Of course not, that would be ridiculous,” you said, wandering over to sit at the kitchen island, waiting for Tyler to sit in front of you, “there’s a hotel nearby, I can get a room for the night or for as long as I need to. I’ll have my phone, we can text. I’ll be at the game on Tuesday, cheering you on, but I need to just be away from you, be alone, for a bit so I can focus on this event tomorrow.”

“Fine, whatever” he said, tossing his hand in defeat

“Tyler..”

“No you know what? You do this. You make up these insane scenarios in your head, get yourself all worked up over nothing and when they don’t turn out like you expect them to, you run. You did it with James and now you’re doing it with me.”

“Don’t talk about James like you give a shit about what went down between us”

“Don’t act like what I’m saying isn’t true!”

“No, you’re right. I do do this. I put myself in the position to get irreparably hurt by people I trust. It’s a huge character flaw. But this isn’t all about you. Or her. Or you and her. This is about the fact that I have a huge event that I’m in charge of tomorrow, for an internship that, half the time, I have no idea what I’m doing. And I need to be on my A game tomorrow or who the hell knows what will happen to me. I need space from you so I don’t spend the entirety of the next 12 hours fighting over whether or not I should believe what you’re telling me.”

“Fine.” He stated bluntly, anger engulfing every letter as you walked past him to pack a bag. Every room was so silent that making any kind of sound -- zipping up a suitcase, footprints through the hallways, sniffling to hold back tears, -- was like blaring angry death metal in both yours and Tyler’s ears. When you finally got to the door to meet your Uber outside, you looked back at Tyler once more and a million thoughts rushed through your head;

Maybe this is a mistake

Maybe I am just being overdramatic

Maybe she really is just some girl

He still loves me

I still love him

We can work this out, calmly and maturely, can’t we?

Maybe he’ll tell me he’s sorry and ask me to stay

Maybe he’ll say he loves me and I’ll forget everything that’s happened

Maybe…

You noticed Tyler take a step toward you and you thought that he might say something to make you stay but he just stood in front of you, with his hands in his pockets, and raised his eyebrows before making his final statement to you.

“She. Doesn’t. Mean. Anything. To Me.” His words were pointed and angry, Even if he was telling the truth, which you honestly couldn’t tell anymore, it was clear that he wasn’t going to change his tone and the argument would continue the way it had been all night. So, you nodded slowly before leaning down to pick up your bag, a single tear falling to the floor as you did so and you turned to walk out the door

“I hope you’re telling me the truth, Ty,” you said with your back turned, “because I really love you and I don’t want you to hurt me.” You ran out to the car before he could say anything else or see the stream of tears falling down your face, convulsing in uncontrollable sobs as soon as you sat down in the dark backseat of your Uber. What you said was true, you didn’t want to get hurt, and you knew that getting hurt by Tyler would break you more than anything else had broken you before.

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epineclaire · 5 years

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From Cassandra Clare’s Newsletter (1/6/2019)

Chain of Gold Extra Content, June: Days Past: Lucie and Cordelia