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oddsnendsfanfics · 3 years

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Unraveling Over the Holidays

Genre: Fan Fiction

Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC

Warnings: Fluff. Implied Pandemic world we live in

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: Inspired by the need to write more Henry and Nell, along with Henry’s latest IG post and here we have it.

Henry Cavill Master List

“Almost have it, Wild Boy.” Henry announced looking into the abyss of the computer they were attempting to build. This was their second this year, a true feat. Rarely did Henry and Ivan get the time to break down and rebuild their own systems. It was a welcome hobby, keeping them busy when there wasn't much else to do these days.

They had been working away on the project since breakfast. Frustrated mumbling and grunting seemed to be the only sounds coming from the other room. Nell listened, checking in on them from time to time, waiting for them to finish. Today was the day they were going to finally trim their Christmas tree. After days of waiting, it would finally be a sight to behold. Or as much a sight to behold as they could manage. All in all Nell felt that she decorated a pretty damn fine looking tree.

It was shortly after lunch, when Nell began to get annoyed. When she'd brought in a plate of sandwiches and asked her husband and son if they would be done soon, both had told her that they needed ten more minutes. Three hours and one boasting Instagram photo later...

“Dad, I think I have this backwards.” Ivan furrowed his brow staring at the piece that he was attempting to put in.

“Let me look.” Henry moved to take a closer inspection.

Not wanting the break anything, risking a costly repair. Ivan was learning fast and enjoyed working with his hands. More than that, he really enjoyed the uninterrupted time with his dad. “Not backwards, but the next slot over.” Instructing his son how to put the piece in properly.

Neither of them seeming to notice or care that Nell had drug out their boxes of Christmas decorations. Outside, she and Henry had strung lights in a few bushes and around their garden early in the month. Wanting to get it done in case they got an unexpected cold or worse. Inside Nell had put up her favourite battery operated candles, the old fashioned looking ones that stood in the windows. Every window in the farm house had a candle display. The kitchen had lights and a few decorations, the sitting room, the office, and even the bathrooms were ready.

All they needed was to get the tree decorated. Presents under a naked tree was plain wrong.

“Henry, Ivan.” Nell tapped her foot on the floor, her arms folded across her chest. Huffing at the two of them. She should have known better than to let them tear apart that damn computer this morning.

“I think she saw.” Ivan wasn't doing a very good job at whispering, his mother could hear him on the other side of the room. Nell rolled her eyes. Of course she had saw the photo, over 3,000 people had saw that photo and it had only taken five minutes.

“What is it, darling?” Henry leaned back in his chair, glancing over his shoulder at his wife. Smiling sweetly, his usual trick when he wanted to attempt getting out of something.

“Tree.” She gestured to the tree behind her.

“What about it? Is it too dry? Ivan, didn't I ask you to water that this morning?” Shaking his head, Henry glanced at his son.

“I did, dad.” Ivan huffed, holding the light at the perfect angle to see inside the box.

“Guys, can we please decorate this tree? It's been here since Sunday.”

“We'll get to it.”

“When? It's already Friday. Henry, we have had this in here for nearly a week. A naked, boring, lackluster tree.” Lecturing, Nell rubbed her temples, “Christmas is in a week! A week! This is the latest we have ever left the tree.”

Setting down his manual, Henry pushed his chair away from the desk, standing to observe the tree. He hadn't thought it was that big of a deal, they had gone last week and picked out the tree, Henry wasn't sure that this would be the final spot for the Christmas icon. Something Nell would assume was an excuse.

He should have taken the photo from the other side, oops. Had he not mentioned the bare tree to the world, his wife likely wouldn't have been making such a deal about it. Until now, Nell had been avoiding it as much as him and Ivan.

“Do you want to do it today?” Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed the back of her head. “The wild boy and I are more than happy to let you take over.”

If she wanted to decorate the tree, by herself, it would have been done hours ago.

“Nice try, but this was to be a family activity.” Nell furrowed her brow, huffing. “Why can't you stop fiddling with that damn box for twenty minutes?”

“I love you, Mrs. Cavill.” He knew exactly how to win this battle.

“Not working.”

“Worth a try,” Henry shrugged giving her a kiss on the cheek. Squeezing his arms tighter around his wife, he groaned. Caving to her whim. “I'm going to make us some cocoa, then we can get this tree decorated. Wild boy, help your mum get the decorations out, please.”

“Uh, no.” Shaking her head, Nell escaped his clutches. “I am going to make the cocoa,” gently tapping the tip of Henry's nose she grinned, “You and Ivan can untangle the lights. I have been asking you all week, get to work.”

Laying on the floor by the tree, Kal boofed and yawned. He had heard her asking multiple times over the week, but what could be do about it? Stretching, he stood cautiously to keep his wagging tail from smashing the tree. Nell really hated picking pieces of Christmas tree from his fur. Following her to the kitchen, he hurried when her steps approached the treat cupboard.

“You'd help me, wouldn't you bear?” Spotting her shadow, Nell smiled, tossing him a biscuit. “Honestly, those two are more and more difficult every year. I feel like I'm raising two children sometimes.”

Oh lovely, here she was, in the middle of the kitchen talking to the dog. Whatever, at least Kal would listen to her gripe. Pulling down a mug and two tumbler glasses, Nell set the kettle to boil and then picked up the bottle of Johnnie Walker that had appeared on the counter a few days ago. Likely a gift from someone.

One candy cane hot cocoa and two whiskey and rosemary sours, at the ready. In the other room, Nell could hear Ivan and Henry singing along to I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas. Loudly Ivan belted out the line about the hippo being a vegetarian, Henry swaying back and forth as he laughed and unraveled the lights. To Nell's credit, when she had put away their Christmas decorations the previous year, she had done a much nicer job than Henry.

“Looking good, gentlemen.” Complimenting their work, Nell smiled handing Ivan the cocoa. “Yours is on the tray,” she kissed Henry's cheek. “I decided to make use of the Johnnie Walker.” She winked.

Taking his drink, Henry smiled. “It's your bottle,”

“Mine? Did you buy it?” Nell sat on the floor beside Ivan, working at picking out more decorations.

“No, it came the other day. Some guy dropped it off, did you not read the card?” Henry laughed, joining his family on the floor. Nell shook her head. “Hold on,” He stood back up, groaning a little.

“Mum,” Ivan spoke pulling out another bundle of lights, “when the tree is done, can I watch a movie?”

“You don't want to help dad finish with the computer?” Sorting the other items in the box, Nell sat back on her heels reaching for her drink.

“I guess, but I think I'd like to watch a movie with you. If you have time.”

“For you, wild boy, I have all the time in the world.” Nell leaned over giving him a kiss on the head. Wrinkling his nose, Ivan brushed his hand over his dark curls, resetting them the way he liked them. “Which movie did you want to watch?”

“I don't know, we can find one.” Ivan worked away at the strand of lights, getting them ready to go on the tree, when Henry came back in. His mother wasn't tall enough to read the top, which meant his dad would have to start the lights.

Decorating the tree with his parents, the three of them, felt a little odd. For as long as Ivan could remember there was always a huge production to decorating their tree. This year was quiet, like most things throughout the year. They would be video calling family over Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning, instead of having them there in person. They were supposed to spend Christmas with the Stewart family this year, as sad as Ivan was to miss his trip he understood.

“Here you are,” Henry waved the small card around, crossing the floor to hand it to Nell.

One the outside was a fancy script, containing her name in gold lettering. Opening the small card, the kind one gets with a delivery of flowers, she admired the generic looking winter scene.

“To Nelly & Superman, Merry Xmas. May 2021 be better than whatever dumpster fire this is,” she read out loud, chuckling at the sentiment. “Love always, JPS. It's from Jordan.”

“How lovely, didn't he send one last year as well?”

“He did, but he sent that really nice Riesling.” Nell confirmed. Since Jordan hadn't been able to make it for the wedding, he'd sent the gift instead. “Along with the Ardbeg, for our wedding present.”

Henry nodded, he remembered drinking both vividly. Although he didn't get much of the Ardbeg, because Nell had deemed it off limits to anybody who wasn't her. Past and present gifts sorted and settled, Henry stood up with the first string of lights in hand. “I think it's time we get these on, what about you?”

“About time.” Sticking out her tongue, Nell pulled out the tinsel and a box of ornaments. “Gosh, Cavill, you have been taking forever.”

“Can't rush perfection, my darling.” Henry smirked, attaching the first string of soft white lights to the stout tree in the corner.

“Is that why we took so long?” Ivan teased helping his mother carefully lift ornaments from boxes.

“Of course.” Henry nodded, excusing his procrastination. “You know, I do love this tree.”

“It is a lovely tree. It's the perfect size.” Nell agreed with her husband. “I'm glad that we didn't go with a monstrous tree this year.”

Henry and Ivan had a habit of going for the biggest tree in the lot. This year, Nell had put her foot down, demanding that they pick something reasonable.

“I thought you liked a big, thick one.” Snorting, Henry paused to watch Nell's reaction.

“You, stop.” She wagged her finger at him. “Wild boy, can you go over to that blue storage bin and get the crystal star, please?”

The tree topper had been a gift from Henry's parents, the first year she and Henry had “unofficially” lived together. Nell had used it every year since, upon Henry's insistence that she kept it. Their first Christmas married, last year, his mother had wanted to gift them a new one. Politely Nell had declined, saying that she loved the one they had. Although, she was more than happy to accept the matching ornament set that went with it, as a late Wedding present.

“I love this star,” Taking the carefully wrapped box from Ivan; Nell placed it safely out of the way of Kal and Cavills.

“Lights are on.” Henry happily announced, clapping his hands together. “What's next?”

“Tinsel and bows.” Ivan sprung up with a card of tinsel, waving it wildly at his father. “Can I help?”

“What if I put on the tinsel, while you tie on the bows?”

“Deal.” Ivan nodded grabbing the gold and silver bows that Nell had made. They would soon be in need of some new bows. “Mum, momma, mum.” he bounced, “Want to help?”

“Sure, you take the gold and I will take the silver?” Standing to join Ivan and Henry at the tree. Nell took the card of silver bows, carefully tying them on to the boughs of the tree.

Over the next half hour or so, their tree began to come to life. The soft colours adorning the vibrant green really stood out in the otherwise neutral room. Laughing and teasing one another, Henry grabbed Ivan around the waist, spinning him – a safe distance from the tree – while Kal danced around them barking excitedly. Nell watched them with joyful delight, after the year they had endured it was nice to see her husband and son still keeping their happiness.

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themusicplayedherlife · 3 years

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To Love is the Greatest Gift

1. The Return

pairing: obi wan kenobi x f!reader (past!din djarn x f!reader) characters: f!reader, anakin amidala-skywalker, padmé amidala-skywalker, mentiones of din djarin, obi wan kenobi, others word count: 2.6k+ warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of rent: the musical (death, second chances) uh... I think that’s it? summary: au!it’s never been the right timing for you and obi wan kenobi; maybe this time will be different. a/n: i started working on this story so long ago it’s ridiculous, but I suddenly had a surge of motivation to continue this story after some tragic family news. this was also very much inspired by @martlands and their amazing obi wan stories, made me want to write my own and here it is

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“You broke up?”

One would think that the immediate reaction to someone asking if you broke up with your significant other would be to cry or begin to ask them what could have possibly gone wrong. But that’s not the reaction you give.

The reaction you give is just a shrug and a strong pop, as you spoon more gelato onto the little spoon his twins love collecting. “Yep.”

“After only three weeks of dating?” Anakin doesn’t know why he’s surprised, but he is. This is probably the shortest living relationship you’ve ever had. “Why?”

“Why not?” you answer easily, nonchalantly and you know it frustrates him. “It wasn’t working out, so we decided to call it quits.”

Not even a month ago, you had been genuinely excited about finally getting out there and meeting someone new, and even more excited when you were telling him all about this person you met while out with some old friends. You had said, word for word, “he might be the perfect contender!”

Where did all that excitement go?

You sigh, finally looking up at him and away from your white chocolate gelato that's just to die for. “Ani, it’s fine. It just didn’t work out. It happens.”

He grimaces. “What happened between you and Din—“

You bristle at the mention of your ex, narrowing your eyes and his widen in defense. You know what Anakin and Padmé think of him and it’s not entirely pleasant (particularly from Anakin’s part). It’s completely unfair. Din is lovely, sure a little socially awkward, but lovely nonetheless. “Has nothing to do with why Gar and I ended things.”

“But—“

“Nothing,” you reiterate with a bit more force and he sighs, lifting his hands in defeat while holding his own cup of gelato.

“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry.” And then, like a light switching, he turns playful. “Was it his name that turned you off—Gar?”

You resist the urge to groan and roll your eyes. “Oh maker, you are annoying!”

You huff as you make the trek back to the trolley that’ll take you both up to the observatory. The rest of your conversation is forgotten as he navigates it towards continuing to tease you and the latest exhibit you had helped set up.

The Coruscant Observatory is one of the most popular attractions in the city aside from the Exotic Animal Sanctuary (where most zoologist work to help rehabilitate wild animals before reintroducing them back into the wild, only housing the ones that have been assessed to not be able to function in the wild on their own—which are unfortunately many).

Your place of work is known for its large, ground telescope; its monthly constellation exhibits; the multiple planetarium theater rooms that house lectures, activities, star projections, etc.; and its Astronomer Q&A program where visitors can ask astronomers questions and even get a tour of the space station.

However, most of your days are spent in your office, planning for the next exhibit or actually executing them with your team; meanwhile, Anakin spends them in tech, sometimes maintaining the telescope, other times helping with IT issues, but mostly making sure the theater rooms worked perfectly for their 4D immersion.

(You like to joke that out of the two of you, he has it easiest; sometimes he’ll run by your office to get to another part of the building while you’re doing something and you’ll yell out, “slacker” and he’ll respond with, “you just work too much”.)

“Are Padmé and the twins stopping by today?”

“Not today, maybe tomorrow,” he says as you both step out of the trolley along with a few tourists. “I think today they decided to stay for some school thing.”

“Shouldn’t you know what that school thing is?” you chide him out of jest.

He scowls, there’s hardly any heat in it and it makes you grin. “It’s a music performance that the CN Theater is putting on.”

“Ah, and we all know how much musicals bores you.”

“I just don’t understand them,” he murmurs defensively as you climb the few steps leading to the entrance. The two of you smiling and greeting Rex at his security post and bypassing the ticket gate with your IDs.

“You mean you don’t have any taste,” you tease.

“It’s weird! I mean, most of them are all about tragedies and betrayals. What happened to the good ol’ romance and happy endings?”

“Not all of them are tragedies, Casanova.”

The main rotunda lobby is full of people milling about, looking at maps or the foucault pendulum in the middle of the room. Low chatter fills the room, shoes clicking and clacking against the marble flooring.

“Name one.”

Spotting the trash can and recycle bin, Anakin holds his hand out for your disposable cup and spoon and throws them away in their proper bin.

“Rent.” There are probably better examples, but you had been listening to the original cast album the night before and have all the songs still stuck in your head.

“Don’t two characters die?”

“Angel and Mimi.” You nod. “But Mimi is brought back to life by Angel, and is given a second chance at life.”

“She may have been brought back to life, but that doesn’t take away from the fact she died.”

“I’m not arguing with you on that, I’m just saying the ending was hopeful—not necessarily a happy ending, but it left you thinking—maybe things can get better.”

“And that’s not what I’m looking for. I’m looking for—“

“What you and Padmé have?” you ask him as you both reach the door of your office.

He pauses, mouth opening and closing before finally rubbing the back of his head sheepishly and saying, “Yeah.”

You smile, genuine and happy for your childhood friend. Who would’ve thought that years ago when you introduced them, they’d be here years later—married and with twins. You and Anakin sure as hell didn’t. For most of your childhood, you both believed you’d live out your life on Tatooine, hang with the same friends you’ve known since your pre-kinder days and eventually get married to each other—much to the dismay of your parents—because of benefits or whatever, until your parents decided they wanted to send you off to a private school in one of the major cities, derailing your and Anakin’s plan (for the better, if you’re being honest).

“You’re still coming over for dinner, right?”

“Yeah,” you answer, unlocking your office door with your key. “I have a meeting that might go over the expected time, but I should be able to make it on time.”

“Just let us know,” he says, rapping his knuckles against the door frame. “But you better be there! We have some planning to do!”

You roll your eyes and wave him away, promising he and his family will definitely see you at five. With a hearty chuckle he salutes you and leaves the door slightly ajar, just like you usually do. It’s your “you can come in to ask me questions, but knock first, please” visual telling.

With a soft exhale, you drop yourself into your creaking office chair, eyes landing on the first picture on your right—a younger you, only 18, fresh out of your uniform smiling wildly with a large bouquet of flowers that you can still distinctly remember the smell of.

“I am in love!” Padmé exclaimed, squealing in absolute delight at the flowers put in your hand.

Blue eyes crinkled with amusement, staring down at you. “Are you?” His voice was low, teasing and almost smug. He had obviously heard the gasp that escaped your lips when he presented you the colorful bouquet created with your favorite flowers that his father grew in their little garden.

“Irrevocably,” you answered, not able to hide your smile as you gently held it against your chest and smiled up at him. “They’re beautiful, Obi. Thank you.”

Obi Wan’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder, caught in the action of a booming laughter. He was always laughing in pictures. There isn’t a single picture you have of him that he isn't smiling.

Your finger gently trails over his smiling face. Maker, you miss him.

Is he still traveling? Or has he finally settled down again? Will he show up and spring some unexpected news on you again? Stars, you hope not. Shit didn’t go as planned last time and it probably wouldn’t again.

Your hand falls limply and you swivel in your seat, looking out the large glass window overlooking the majority of the city and sigh softly—an exhale of wary hope and sadness.

A bird soars by your window, it’s wings flapping effortlessly, diving before flying higher and away.

He’s not coming back. You know this. Coruscant just isn’t the same anymore. Not when he feels this city has taken everything from him.

One more year visiting Gui Gon without him.

The meeting runs longer than it usually would, just like you had expected. Checking the time, you let out a curse and quickly throw your belongings into your car.

Without wasting time, as soon as you switch on your engine, you place your phone on the dock and say, “Hey C-3PO, call Padmé.”

“Calling Padmé,” your phone’s AI answers through the speakers of your car.

“Are you outside?” Is how she greets you. There are loud noises in the background, children squabbling about something or another, and Anakin’s weary voice trying to rally them.

You snort, pulling out of the undergroundparking lot. “Not yet, barely got out of my meeting and am on my way.”

“Please hurry, the twins really want to see you and are dying from hunger,” she says, amusement in her voice and not at all trying to hurry you. “They might start eating Anakin soon.”

“Hey, don’t bite that!” He yells from a distance.

“Hurry, please!” you hear over the phone—Luke. “I miss you,” he says, closer now. Which you immediately reply saying you miss him too, almost cutting off the next voice.

“And I’m hungry!” Leia’s voice follows his, practically yelling into the phone.

You laugh fondly, just imagining the childish glee on their faces at your scandalized gasps and your exaggerated “me too” answers.

“Leia, no yelling,” Padmé scolds her, gentle and kind. “Softer, please.”

“Sorry,” she says. “I’m hungry,” she repeats, softer, almost a whisper.

“Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there,” you promise. “If not, you have my permission to start eating your dad.”

Leia and Luke break into a fit of laughter, yelling something away from the phone to Anakin, who once again lets out a loud, “Hey!”

Padmé chuckles, moving away from the voices of the children tackling their father and their play fighting. “Take your time, we’re not in any hurry to start eating. The kids had a hearty lunch and a snack after school.”

“What about you and Anakin?”

“We’re fine, don’t worry. Just get here safely and we’ll see you soon.”

You end the call with one last reassurance from her and let out a loud sigh when your car comes to a stop behind a long line of glaring red lights—traffic. You hate traffic.

You might be surrounded by blinding lights and different models of vehicles, but it leaves you alone with your thoughts, the low hum of your engine and music from your stereo drowned out by the chattering in your head.

It’s never just one thing that you think about. It can go from one thing to another, to all of them trying to climb over eachother and be the most present: your friends; your family; the dog next door; Din and Baby; cinnamon apple cookies; the beach house in Naboo; sneaking out of the prep dormitories at 2am with Padmé keeping an eye out and Obi Wan holding his arms out for you; rose gardens and peach tea; freckles on blushing skin; drunken singing in a small living room; 21st birthdays crying in a bathroom stall; that stupid movie quote about choosing life; death; but sometimes (most occurring) it’s Obi Wan that weaves into every thought.

He’s a constant plague in your mind, has been since the first time he left Coruscant in search of himself.

Sometimes they’re pleasant thoughts, memories kept in a nostalgic trunk that you occasionally like to sift through. Other times, they’re not so pleasant; those are the ones you constantly struggle with, try to push into the recesses of your mind and keep them under lock and key. But for some stupid, strange reason, your mind only ever remembers the bad, even when there are better things to dwell on.

“I just—I just don’t understand why you have to leave—Obi. Obi!” you practically yelled, watching him move around his room, grabbing and throwing things he pulled out into his duffel bag. “Listen to me!”

He didn’t stop, not until you reached for his duffel bag and plucked it out from his hands. He stared at you, his duffel bag carelessly thrown to the floor with his clothes spilling out.

Your breathing was labored, a sick feeling swimming in your stomach, words stuck in your throat now that he wasn’t hiding his beautiful blue eyes from you—his devastatingly heartbroken eyes. “I have to,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “I need to leave. This house—this city, it's suffocating me. I can’t—I can’t stay here anymore.”

“Obi… Obi, please.” You can’t leave me. You can’t! Please! Please, Obi.

“I need to do this for me, darling. I’m sorry.”

You should’ve fought harder that night, should’ve convinced him to stay, but instead you helped him pack again with tears obstructing your view and sobs escaping your lips. Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t have lost him.

No, your breath stutters as you lean back into your car seat, there was nothing you could’ve done. Either times. He had made up his mind long before that night.

A car honks their horn to your left and you jump, eyes focusing once more on the red lights of the car in front of you. You wipe at your face harshly and straighten your spine.

That was years ago, little one. Shake it off.

Sighing softly, you look up at the street name and make a turn onto the Skywalker residence street, your shoulders relaxing when their two story home comes into view.

Shake it off.

Parking isn't easy to find in their neighborhood, not when it’s so close to the observatory and some of the most visited parks in the area, but you manage to find one just two cars away from their house.

Gathering your things, you lock the door behind you and quickly make your way down the sidewalk, phone in your hand and typing out a message that you’re here.

It’s while you’re hitting send that you don’t notice the body in front of you, staring up at the house with an almost wary expression on his face, or how his eyes widen when they see you. It’s not until you collide into his body, soft with a fleece cardigan, that you notice him. Embarrassment begins to boil in your blood as you quickly apologize to him, berating yourself for not being more aware of your surroundings.

“Kriff, I’m so sorry—“ you start, but the apology catches in your throat when you look up.

“Hello, there.” Blue eyes, so soft and kind, like the ones you once used to dream of stare back at you—so unlike the pair of eyes you saw years ago. “It’s been a long time, darling.”

You can’t shake him off.

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shewritestheblues · 4 years

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the Elevator Bae - 13

Chapter Thirteen

Erik Stevens x Black OC (Phoenix)

A/N: This series is almost to its end. I will be ending with Chapter 15. Thank You so much to everyone who has read and shared this story. I adore all of you soooooo much :)

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How did two months go by so fast? Tour was coming to an end and It was bittersweet for Phoenix. She was able to finally see just how many people enjoyed her music and travel alongside one of her greatest friends but she missed Luna. She missed Erik? That’s been the confusing part. She didn’t really miss him but seeing how he’s been with Luna has warmed her heart. He’s been sending her videos and pictures daily. His bright smile seems to light up her world when she FaceTimes him to see Luna.

The closer she’s been getting to the last performing date, the more her anxiety has been surfacing. Since Erik’s been back, it was dropping Luna off because she had rehearsals and meetings and then tour. (A week during tour, Erik flew in to Detroit for Phoenix to have Luna while she visited family and he was on his way back to LA.) Their only interactions have been for Luna and they were good with that. She was good with that. There wasn’t any time for anything else. But soon, the tour will be over and she’ll be taking some time from work. Will things change? Have they already started to change?

Phoenix knew she was sure that this is what she wanted. For them to only focus on their daughter. All of these thoughts were swimming through her pool of a mind. Currently sitting in her hotel room, reading the comments under Erik’s latest IG upload weren’t helping. He just posted a picture of him and Luna while they were out. He had taken her shopping with him and snapped a picture of them in the dressing room mirror. It was the cutest picture. Luna looked unbothered while looking at the phone through the mirror. This kid had so many moods to be new here. Phoenix’s mom joked that Luna’s been here before.

Phoenix found herself smiling at the caption.

‘Luna ain’t having it with you hoes today.’

Erik’s captions were always… very Erik. And the comments full of women that Phoenix assumed were from Erik’s past or women who dreamed of being a part of his future.

‘She’s beautiful Erik.’

‘I still can’t believe Erik Stevens is somebody’s daddy.’

‘Lol, she’s so cute. Does she need a brother?’

‘Damn E. You make beautiful babies.’

‘Call me, E. 😘’

Phoenix wasn’t jealous. He was single. This was her decision. But sometimes, she hoped he would post something about her. Well, you know, because she is Luna’s mother of course. Maybe a shoutout?

No, no. She caught herself. She didn’t actually need that. Everyone following Erik knew who Luna’s mother was. Phoenix was fine. She. Was. Fine. These feelings? These thoughts? They will pass. So, she exited the app. It was time for rest and rest is definitely what Phoenix needed.

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Everything was… okay! Phoenix had worked herself up and things between her and Erik were good. They had the perfect schedule since she’s been back home. Erik would have Luna every other weekend. He’d come over to spend time with her during his ‘off days.’ They’d joke like old times. Even Ava had warmed back up to Erik. Of course things could never be what they used to be but this was a good start to making their situation feel somewhat normal.

“So tell me Phoenix, how has your transition back home been?” Dr. McKee wasted no time. She was eager to hear how Phoenix had been managing on her own.

Phoenix didn’t go back to therapy right away when she came back home. She figured she would take some time to test the waters and see if she would handle things with the methods she’s learned.

Releasing a deep breath, “Everything is good.” Phoenix finally says. “I’m happy.”

A genuine smile grew onto Dr. McKee’s face. “That’s amazing Phoenix. I’m honestly so proud of you.”

“Thanks. I’m proud of myself too.”

“So,” Dr. McKee paused, “What made you want to come in today?”

“I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m supposed to be using this time off to relax but I can’t. I feel like I should be doing something. Too much down time makes me think and when I think, I overthink. When I overthink, I get antsy. Then I feel anxious. Which only leads to a panic attack. I just don’t know what to do with this energy.” Phoenix stops herself to take a deep, calculated breath.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Did I make the right choice— No! I know that I did but…” Phoenix trails off.

“But what?”

“Luna loves him so much. The way she lights up when she sees him. She deserves to be that happy every day. I want her to feel what I feel. I’m happy.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to convince someone of that.”

The way Phoenix rolled her neck, she felt offended. How dare her own therapist insult her like this? Phoenix was happy! She didn’t have to convince anyone. She rolled her eyes at the idea. The nerve of this highly educated woman.

“I’m not trying to upset you Phoenix. I’m just trying to understand.”

“So are you saying I don’t make any sense right now?” Phoenix snapped back.

Cool, calm and collected, Dr. McKee blinks, “I’m not saying that at all. You make perfect sense. I just want you to share as much as you can so we can get to the root of what brought you here today.”

Phoenix closed her eyes and chewed on her lip. She internally chastised herself for being snappy. “It’s just,” she slowly began, “the way he looks at me with those puppy dog eyes. Even when he’s laughing, his eyes are saying something else. Like… he’s trying to slowly drown me. When he looks at me, his eyes linger like they’re trying to get me to catch on to something.”

Phoenix opens her eyes and focuses on the floor. “I’m not changing my mind. He’s always been a smooth operator but unfortunately for him, I know that. He doesn’t get to come around and make me feel guilty for choosing what’s right for my baby.” Phoenix paused. “Our baby.” She whispered that last part.

Dr. McKee takes some notes. She opens her mouth to speak but Phoenix beats her to it.

“I understand. I really do. Erik wants to give Luna the family experience. I want that for her too. But the family we’ve all created for her is fine.”

“I agree, Phoenix. So many of us get caught up in the idea of a traditional family. But family is whoever loves you unconditionally. From what I know, you, Erik, Coby, Ava and the entire tribe you guys have around you love Luna beyond this world. That’s more than enough. You’re a great mom. Great moms make tough decisions every day, but great moms also know each decision is for the greater good of their family.”

Phoenix smiles. It feels good to hear that someone sees you and your hard work and the sacrifices for what they are. Dr. McKee was right. They may not be the traditional family, but Luna is still surrounded by a loving tribe that is unique to her.

“But,” Dr. McKee continues, “you can’t attach yourself to Erik and what he may be feeling about this. You’ve made yourself clear what you wanted. You’re happy and Luna’s happy. There’s no need to ruffle anymore feathers here.”

Dr. McKee turns to her laptop and begins typing away on her keyboard. After a few clicks, she turns to Phoenix again.

“I’ve emailed you a list of things that could help you during your free time. I want you relax and enjoy this time off as best as you can before it’s time to get back to work. You deserve it.”

“I’m going to my best.”

—————

Phoenix wasn’t in a rush to leave the parking lot of Dr. McKee’s office after her session. She sat in her car going over the list in her email.

Ways to Relax Your Brain:

-Workout.

-Take an art class.

-Plant a Garden.

-Read some good books.

-Get out in Nature.

Phoenix wasn’t gifted with a green thumb, so gardening was out of the question. She works out pretty consistently, but it hasn’t worked out with calming her thoughts so that one is scratched off. Art class felt like work and books? She’s read every book that resides in Coby’s house. She was tired of reading. Looks like getting out in Nature would be worth a shot.

She’s always loved the beach but she couldn’t remember the last time she’s been to a beach.

—————

Phoenix found herself in a very familiar spot. A picnic table on the beach, watching the beach goers enjoy themselves. The waves look beautiful as they rolled in onto the sand. The sounds of splashing seemed more soothing than Phoenix ever realized. Time seemed to be passing so slow. Everything in the world has come to a calming pause. Her mind wasn’t racing. Her heart wasn’t pounding. Tranquility was all Phoenix could come up with to describe this feeling. She had no worries, no fears, no anxiety.

The sounds of an ice cream truck moving through the parking lot near her, caught her ear. The thought of eating something sweet without her infant bullying her into sharing seemed like a great win. She stood from her seat and seemingly floated to the truck.

“Hello, what can I get you?” the older man inside the truck said with a contagious smile.

“Um,” she tapped her chin with her index finger, “I’ll go with chocolate on a waffle cone.”

“Coming up.”

Moments later, Phoenix exchanges her money for the ice cream cone and travels back to her spot at the picnic table. She picked up where she left off admiring all that surrounds her. She ate her ice cream with a pleased smile pinching at her cheeks.

The small vibration of her phone pulled her from her trance. Erik is facetiming her. She assumed he was calling to see Luna so she swiped to answer the call.

“Hey, E. I’m not with Luna right now.”

“That’s cool. I called to talk to you.”

“Oh, um, okay. What’s up?” This made her suspicious.

“The Outreach Center will be opening this Friday. We’re doing a whole big thing and uh, I wanted to invite you if you aren’t busy. Shuri told me that if I didn’t call you right now, she would never talk to me again.”

Phoenix was mid bite into her cone and almost dropped it from laughter. “Well, you know I have nothing to do. Tell Shuri that me and Luna will be there.”

“Alright.” Erik paused, eyeing Phoenix’s background through the phone. “Aye! You’re at the beach?”

“Yeah. I just needed a moment. Needed to get out of the house, I guess.”

“Everything’s alright?” His words were soft, genuine.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is good.”

Erik didn’t believe her. He could tell something was bothering her but he didn’t want to push her. That wasn’t his place. Well not anymore at least.

“Well you know, no matter what, you can always come to me.”

“Yeah, E. I know.”

“Alright, I have some shit to get done before Friday. I’ll let you get back to your me time. I’ll text the details later.”

“K…”

“Kiss my baby for me when you get back home please.”

“I will.”

The call ends and Phoenix is frozen. Erik calls her while she’s sitting in the very spot he’d taken her when he needed to clear his mind. This use to be their spot. Her peace was broken then. Erik was everywhere. Even when he wasn’t there. She looked around and threw in the towel. Her time here was up. She finished her ice cream cone on her walk back to her car. She was ready to get back home to get her daughter.

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The week had flown by. Phoenix was just sitting on Dr. McKee’s couch. She was just at the beach. But now, it was opening day for the Outreach Center. Phoenix couldn’t understand why she was feeling so nervous. She had this gut feeling that something was off. Her and Erik were good. She loved T’Challa, Shuri and Queen Mother and they all adored her. She wrecked her brain trying to come up with an answer.

Phoenix called her mom. She would understand and maybe help her with her feelings.

“Something just doesn’t feel right, Ma.” Phoenix props the phone up on her dresser while she gets Luna dressed.

“That’s your intuition, baby. If you feel like something ain’t right, it’s because something ain’t right.”

“But I don't know what it is. It’s driving insane.”

“The only way to find out is to go and face whatever it is.”

Phoenix finishes dressing Luna. She places her in her bouncer in front of the phone so that Luna can see her grandmother on FaceTime.

“Hey baby girl.” Phoenix’s mom dotes on the bouncing baby. “You’re looking more and more like your grandma everyday.”

Phoenix cuts her eye at the phone. “She looks like her dad.”

Phoenix catches her mom rolling her eyes.

“You can’t hate him forever, Ma. He’s going to be around for a long time.”

“I don’t hate him. I just think he’s stupid. Maybe if he pays for a round trip for me to go to Wakanda, I’ll forgive him.”

“Mom!”

“Those are my terms Phoenix and I ain’t changing them. Ain’t that right Lulu? Tell your stupid ass daddy to send me to Wakanda.”

“Alright Luna,” Phoenix picks Luna up, “Your grandma is on all bullshit today.”

“Hey! What your mouth around my grandbaby.”

In disbelief, Phoenix looks at the camera, “But you just said a bad word.”

“Ass isn’t a bad word.”

“Okay, ma. Whatever you say. We have to go so I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Alright. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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Phoenix was roaming the large, empty halls of the Outreach Center. She had been inside multiple times while dropping off Luna to Erik or picking her up. She had checked Erik’s office, looking for him but he was nowhere to be found. She was making her way back outside when she sees Shuri.

“Shuri!” Phoenix stops her, “Have you seen Erik?”

“Philly! I’m so happy you’re here.” She pulls Phoenix into a tight hug. Phoenix embraces her back and their body’s rock. “I missed you. Hey Lulu.” Shuri adds pinching Luna’s chubby cheeks.

“I told you that you can over whenever.” Phoenix adjusts Luna on her hip. Luna was getting heavier every day.

Before Shuri could respond, she looks up and sees Erik walking straight toward them. “Oh there’s the little T-Rex.” She points in the direction of Erik.

When Phoenix turns around, Erik is walking with that famous dip. His dreads are back into a ponytail and he’s sporting a navy blue suit that’s tailored to perfection. He’s always had great style. The smile on Phoenix’s face slowly began to drop when she noticed the tall, curvy, well dressed woman walking alongside Erik. That uneasy feeling she felt when she was home crept up from her stomach and settled in her chest. She tried to control her breathing before it picked up. She wouldn’t allow herself to get worked up before knowing what was going on.

“There you are. Philly was looking for you.” Shuri says. She turns to Phoenix, “Come find me later. We have so much to catch up on.” Shuri walks off.

Phoenix isn’t sure what she’s supposed to do. She awkwardly stands there looking around to avoid looking at the woman standing next to Erik.

“Hey, Phoenix,” Erik grabs her attention and motions to the mystery woman. “This is Alicia. Alicia, this is Phoenix.”

Alicia sticks her hand out and shakes Phoenix’s hand. “Oh my goodness, you’re Phoenix? I’ve heard so much about you. Hey Lulu.” Alicia rubs her thumb on Luna’s arm.

Lulu? The only people who calls her Lulu are people who are close to her. It’s obvious that this woman has been around Luna a great deal.

“Oh…Hm. It’s nice to meet you.”

Her eyes bounce between Alicia and Erik a few times before they lock in with Erik’s. She can’t read him. These are not the same eyes he usually looks at her with. He licks his lips. This woman isn’t just a random woman that Erik decided to introduce to her. Something was up between the two of them.

Luna throws her body backwards trying to get to her dad. Erik scoops her up with one quick motion, taking her from Phoenix. He peppers kisses all over her cheeks before checking his watch. “We’re gonna miss the opening ceremony. We should get outside.”

“You guys go ahead.” Alicia says, “I have to use the lady’s room. I’ll catch up.”

“Okay. You know where to find me.” Erik says with a smirk. Alicia places a hand on his arm and walks off toward the restroom.

Erik and Phoenix began the journey outside to watch T’Challa give the opening ceremony speech. As they approached the big door that led out, Phoenix looked to Erik. “She seems nice.”

“She is.” Erik tries to bite back his smile.

“Good. You need someone nice.”

Erik stops walking. He was stunned by her words. How did she manage to put those pieces together? His words got caught and he struggled with a response. Phoenix picked up on his struggles.

“She called Luna, Lulu. That told me everything, Erik.”

He caught on. “I wanted to tell you before now, but I didn’t really know how.”

“It’s fine. As long as she makes you happy, there’s nothing to talk about. Things may not have worked out with us but I can see that you’re a better man. Someone should get to experience that.”

Phoenix doesn’t stick around to hear how he may react. She walks ahead leaving him and Luna and goes outside. Erik stood there processing her words. Alicia catches up to him. She could see that something had shaken him up.

“Erik, is everything okay?” her eyes searched him for any kind of answer. “Did something happen with Phoenix?”

He finally looks at her, “No, nothing happened. She just, uh, she thinks you’re nice.” A single dimple appearing.

A small smile forms on Alicia’s face. “So does this mean that I’m Phoenix approved?”

They laugh. He steps closer to her and plants a kiss on her lips. Alicia’s face goes red. “Not in front of Luna.” she plays.

Erik opens the door for them and they walk out just in time as T’Challa takes the stage.

As the day progressed, Erik was talking to so many people. He found himself explaining different parts of the Outreach Center over and over but he didn’t complain. Alicia stayed by his side, mingling while Luna bounced around between the two of them and Queen Mother. It wasn’t until T’Challa pulled Erik aside to ask where Phoenix was that Erik realized that he hadn’t seen her since their exchange. His eyes searched through the crowd hoping to see her somewhere. To his disappointment, she was nowhere to be found.

He texted her.

Erik: Hey, Philly. Where did you go?

Time passed and he never received a text back.

Phoenix’s thumbs hovered over her keyboard but she just couldn’t find it in her to say anything back. When Erik didn’t come outside for the ceremony right after her, she snuck out and left. Luna was in good hands and she just couldn’t stick around. She meant what she said. She really did see Erk for the better man that he had become. He was an amazing person and even more amazing father. It wouldn’t be fair for her to want him to not move on. Again, she reminded herself that this was best.

“Philly. Come get your glass.” Mica yelled from the kitchen.

When Phoenix got back home, she told Ava what had happened and Ava called Mica and Camren over for girl talk and wine. They were all between their third and fourth cups. Hours had gone by and Phoenix still couldn’t text Erik back. She just says “fuck it,” and tossed her phone on the couch and heads into the kitchen for her refill.

When Phoenix gets a hold of her assigned wine glass, she downs it in seconds. Her friends watch on in shock.

“Damn Philly, calm down.” Camren says.

“I’m grown, Camren. You don’t have to tell me how to drink some weak ass wine.”

Mica clutches her pearls. This isn’t like Phoenix at all.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ava asks. “Is this about Erik?”

Phoenix throws daggers at Ava with her heavy eyes. “Everything ain’t about Erik. I’m good.”

“You’re not acting good.” Mica adds.

Phoenix begins filling her glass up again. “Well since yall just know me so well, how am I acting if I’m not acting like I’m good?”

Ava snatches Phoenix’s glass. “You’re acting like you’re trying to drink your problems away.”

“I don’t have any problems to drink away. If I did, I’d be killing off something way stronger than wine.” she reaches for her glass but Ava pulls away.

“It’s obvious that this Erik shit is bothering you, sis.” Ava says.

Camren and Mica both nod in agreement.

Phoenix slams her hands down on the island counter. “Yo, fuck Erik. I don’t give a shit about what that man is doing. He’s moved on. He’s happy. I’m happy. Why are y’all holding on to this shit?”

“You’re holding on to it.” Ava yells. She’s fed up with Phoenix’s rudeness.

The gloss appearing over Phoenix’s eyes alerted her friends that she was struggling to hold back her tears. Ava reaches for her but Phoenix pulls away. She looks off at nothing when a few tears escape and flow down her cheeks. Her lips shake and she wraps her arms around herself.

“I don’t get why you’re torturing yourself. You clearly still love him.” Mica says.

“Yes!,” she aggressively wipes tears from her cheeks, “I still fucking love him, but this love ain’t mean shit. He doesn’t get to do this. He can’t just pop back up after all of this and have his life back like nothing happened.

“So,” Camren hesitates for a moment. “You’re punishing him?”

“I’m protecting myself.”

Ava steps closer to Phoenix in a nurturing way. “No, you are punishing him and yourself. Look at you. I hate what his stupid ass did just as much as you. But she’s right. We’re right. You're torturing yourself while trying to prove a point.”

“No I’m not!”

“You keep saying that he can’t do this.” Mica joins in again. “That he can’t just come back. But you can’t just pretend like you don’t care. It’s not fair to either of you.”

Phoenix doesn’t respond. She’s listening but she wishes that she wasn’t. They were right and she wishes they weren’t.

Camren breaks the silence. “We’re not trying to hurt your feelings Philly or piss you off in any way, but you can’t be hurt that he’s moving on when you’re the one that told him to.”

Mica interrupts, “So, either you can move on too or tell him how you really feel.”

The group of women notices Phoenix’s lack of responses. She’s in shut down mode. They didn’t want that but they couldn’t sit back and not tell their friend the truth about herself. Phoenix finally gets her hands on her abandoned glass of wine on the counter and downs it before silently walking away from her friends. She goes upstairs to her room. They give each other knowing looks. They would give her some time and they’ll go up to console her. Moments pass and they all suddenly hear the front door slam, scaring them. When the women rush to the door, they barely catch Phoenix just as she is nearing the end of the driveway.

Ava runs out toward the reversing car but Phoenix quickly shifts the car into drive and drives off.

“Fuck!” Ava yells. “We have to get Coby.”

#the elevator bae #erik killmonger x black oc #Erik Killmonger #Erik Stevens #erik x phoenix #erik x luna #shaebewriting

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Completely Harmless Ch. 22

Completely Harmless An SSO SilverGlade Re-imagining Story (Or Fix it Fan Salt fic) By Ginny O.

When Lily and her friends wanted to buy horses and were directed to the Silverglade Manor and its myriad of problems, they didn’t expect to start a revolution. They were just a bunch a stable girls. Completely harmless. Right?

A/N: Things are only canon if I say they’re canon. Pre-Saving the Moorland Stables compliant for the most part. Posted in its entirety on my website. Posted in 2000 to 4000 word bits here. Rated T for Swearing Word Count 177,577

Chapter Twenty-Two The Problem of James Cloudmill

There wasn’t much for them to do other than keep up with the chores and help Agnetha clean up the gardens. There were two water elements in the Moon Garden and Agnetha was debating about taking one out. Because given she wanted to make the main Moon Reflecting Pool a waterfall down the side of the terrace, how many water elements did one place need?

None of them knew what to say to that.

Think of the water bill, Agnetha ranted. It seemed a bit late for that given the extensive gardens, vineyard, and the huge reflecting pool and fountain already installed.

So, they didn’t think much of it when Agnetha had them gather at the base of the unused riding paddock.

“Now, today we’re going to start on the tunnel,” Agnetha said leaning on a shovel.

They all looked at each other.

Regina held up her hand.

“Yes, Regina?”

“Um, what tunnel?”

“The one we’re going to make,” Agnetha said patiently.

Brittany pointed. “That is a wall of solid rock.”

“So it is,” Agethna nodded. “That’s why we’re going to blast it out.”

“Blast it out?” Stacy squeaked. “But, but we’re just teenagers.”

“You shouldn’t be giving us dynamite!” Tyra agreed.

All the girls nodded and crossed their arms or fidgeted according to their natures.

Agnetha laughed. “Now, now, I won’t be doing anything silly as all that. Bjorn is going to handle all the blasting. What we need you to do is gather up the wires and help shovel out the debris.”

They groaned.

“Because we’re going to use it to help make concrete for the racetrack.”

“But, won’t blasting out a tunnel be rather crude?” Pauline scratched the back of her neck. “No offense, Ms. Agnetha.”

“None taken. Now, we’re going to hire some fancy artisans to come in and grind everything down nicely and make it look all fancy. Install lights and all that. But before they can come and do anything, we need to actually have a tunnel.”

“Right,” they breathed.

“So, first things first,” Agnetha started.

“Off to the post office,” the girls chorused.

Agnetha tried to frown. “Well, you do know what to do,” she said and waved her hands at them. “Then, off with you. What are you waiting on me for?”

They jogged off to get their horses gossiping about the latest plans.

“Is it me or is she a bit barmy?”

“I hoped the Baroness actually approved this.”

“It was on the plans. She had to have noticed.”

They tacked up the horses and rode out to Silverglade. Derek was swamped. So, they decided to get lunch first.

Surprisingly, Pia and the Fort Pinta Pinto Ponies were in Silverglade too.

“Lunch?” Lily shouted.

Pia waved at the council building. “Meet you there!”

They got their horses situated at Steve’s and invited the Chipmunks to join them.

The three clubs sat at the smaller tables and spread out the food they’d bought in front of them. It didn’t take long for Pia to get started.

“I am going to throttle James,” she said flatly.

“What did he do?” Lily’s eyes widened.

“What didn’t he do?” One of the girls said. “Sorry, I’m Penny, Polly’s sister.”

“Lily, nice to meet you Penny.” Lily wiped off her hand and held it out.

The two shook.

“So, the first we heard about it was that one of our girls rides in with one of the Moorland Campers, who swore up and down that she’d been to Fort Pinta before because she’d been to camp multiple times, but despite the fact there is only one road and the Fort is very large and very yellow, she got lost on the way. My girl gets her up on the back of their horse and off they go to the Fort. Well, the Security Guards stops them and starts going on about fines.” Pia waved her hands about before taking a bite of the sub she had in one hand.

Penny groaned. “He is such a snot nose brat and if he was younger, you’d feel sympathetic, but no. He’s fifteen and he should know better.” He being James, of course.

“This poor girl hearing the words fines and set by the Mayor was all set to give up her savings to James. The savings she was keeping to buy a horse. Well, I had a very bad feeling about this because James has been not so helpful or honest with us as we’ve been setting up the club.”

“Lordy, has he not been honest.”

“So, he tries to send us on a merry goose chase of ‘I can reduce your fines if you do this free labor for me’ thing that he likes to do.” Pia rubbed her forehead. “The same put up these posters, take pictures, find these buoys that we had to beat him over the head almost to get him to pay us to do for him.”

Penny butted in. “Except this time it’s off to Ferdinand. Only to find out that Ferdinand is paying James to exercise his horses. Only James is turning around and renting them out to tourists.”

“Oh that’s a cozy little scheme,” Lily said flatly.

“Ferdinand felt sorry for him or something. I took it Eddie. Eddie ripped him a new one.” Polly said and ate her sandwich in big bites.

“Good on Eddie,” Kate muttered.

“So, we get back with the whole nonsense about the horses and here comes the Mayor,” Pia huffed. “And it’s a pony wearing a hat with a walkie talkie inside of it. James didn’t even bother to disguise his voice. And everyone is raving about how adorable the Fort Pina Mayor, Peanut the Pony.”

“Who is a Pinto so we may be adopting him as our mascot,” Penny said.

“IS!” Pia almost shouted. “So, I had to ream James out about that. And James is going on about how much the town adores Peanut and the tourists love him and how he can’t end the charade now.”

“So, that makes him de facto Mayor of town,” Lily said flatly.

“Oh, I nipped that at the bud. I informed the actual adults and so instead of a trick run by a fifteen year old actually making policy, Peanut has been adopted by that girl whose joined our club and is the Mayor in name only. Get pictures. Pose. Whatever, but that pony and James aren’t in charge of anything important.” Pia snorted.

“You’d think that would have taught him not to cross with us,” Penny said in a low voice.

“Oh no,” Polly said.

“Granted, we had our orders in through him before we formed the Club,” Penny sighed. “And it was too late to change them.”

“So, we’re setting this pony race up outside of Fort Pinta past Doyle’s Abbey around Thorn Rocks.” Polly gestured with a potato chip. “And we ordered the fences and jumps and things through James.”

“Mistake.”

“We get them, set them up,” Pia said.

“And they’re broken.” Polly hissed.

Lily shook her head.

“We pinned his toes to the floor about that. He replaced them for free.”

“Then,” Pia rubbed her forehead. “He comes to me. He has this stuffed animal dragon named Token that he thinks would be a great something or other for Jorvik. He wants me to take it around South New Jorvik County and take pictures of this little dragon toy. Then he’s going to publish them in a book.”

Lily’s lips parted.

Pauline snorted. “Wait, he wants you to take this toy around and he’s going to publish the book.”

“He’s got an agent and publisher on the line,” Pia said flatly. “I asked him what credit, upfront money, and part of the royalties was I getting. I’m not an idiot. He started blustering about how he’d give me a photo credit. I asked if he was writing a story for these pictures. He said no. And I lost it. I screamed at him that I knew how publishing worked! If I’m the one doing all the damn work, then I’m the one getting my name on the cover and all the royalties because he wouldn’t be doing jack shit.”

“I would have lost it too,” Pauline said.

“So, while this is going on, come to find out that he’s been filling orders for Franz and Courtney too for their new restaurant. They gave him money in good faith and he was going to send them old stable buckets and I don’t remember what else.” Pia turned red. “I pinned his ears back and put in a phone call to Alex. Well, Alex said calling their mother wouldn’t do any good. Apparently, she’s in the middle of a major depressive episode.”

“Did Alex come?” Lily asked in a low voice.

“She did, but she was so fucking dismissive and a bitch about it. I don’t think it did any good. He just passed it off as Alex being Alex.” Pia scowled. “So, now, we have to figure out some way to get through his damn head that if he wants to succeed he’s going to have to be honest and he’s going to have to have fair rates, do the shit he said he was going to do, aka have integrity, and if he wants to put his name on something, he has to put in the work.”

“It’s not going over well.”

“No. And I’m telling him he’s gaining quite a bad reputation and if he keeps it up, he’s going to lose controlling interest of the stable, because I will snap it out from under him so fast,” Pia snapped her fingers.

“How do you know about publishing?” Pauline asked.

Pia flushed. “My parents are in it. My mum is a travel writer.”

“I mean, is the stuffed dragon pictures thing a good idea?” Lily asked.

“I guess if we do it now. It’s a huge trend. Take your stuffed animal with you on vacation and take pictures of the stuffed animal as if it is the one on vacation.” Pia sighed. “But that’s just it, it’s a fad. And sure, it’d be great to have for say, a Jorvik Information Center souvenir, and maybe as post cards. But if he wants his name on it more than dragon stuffed animal owned by James, then he has to do the photography, and the travel.”

“We get that Token is important to him and he wants to share the baby dragon with the rest of Jorvik and the tourists,” Penny said.

“But we aren’t willing to do the work for a byline and a few shillings,” Pia rolled her eyes.

“Nor should you,” Lily said firmly.

“Like, you can tell he wants to have something of his own,” Penny rubbed her forehead.

“He’s going about it the wrong way.” Polly nodded. “We want this pony race.”

“And this pony club,” Pia said.

“So, we’re putting in the work to make it possible.”

“You know,” Lily said. “This is a great idea. And the trend might stick around. But is now really the time for South New Jorvik County? I mean, look around. A lot of it is in disrepair or overgrown. Maybe now is the time to scout locations and for him and the agent to come up with a good story for Token. Why is Token taking a vacation in Jorvik? What is Token doing here? Then once everything has been cleaned up and restored, we shepherd him back around again to do the photos. That way, he has to work on it. We can keep an eye on him. And I don’t know, maybe he learns something.”

The door opened. Ingrid, Violet and the rest of the Timber Wolves tromped in. They saw the others and brightened.

Ingrid and Violet came over to the table with the leaders. “Room for us?”

“We can make room. What brings you to Silverglade?”

“Lost packages along the Firgrove road.” Ingrid said with a smile. “We found the owners, ja.”

Violet looked back and forth. “What were you discussing?”

“James,” they all said with a groan.

“He has this idea about his stuffed animal and vacation pictures,” Pia waved another chip.

“But he doesn’t want to do any of the work,” Pauline added with a roll of her eyes.

“Typical James,” they chorused.

Ingrid and Violet made faces.

“Sounds like Andy. He wants to do geocaching here in Jorvik. But only wants to set up one round of clues. That’s not how geocaching works!” Violet sighed.

“Kids these days,” Lily said.

They all burst into giggles.

They dug into their food, all thinking.

“It’s not a bad idea,” Pauline said.

“We were all about to say that,” Pia giggled.

“Look, the campers and the tourists need things to do!” Pauline said. “And, okay, if we have a bunch of different geocaching locations in the county. Err, I’m assuming that this is you follow the clues to little boxes and put a stamp in a book thing and Andy will have rewards once you have so many stamps?”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Violet said.

“I don’t think he thought that far ahead,” Ingrid winced.

“Okay,” Lily stirred her lemonade with her straw. “How can we work this for tourists and make it fun for campers?”

“Hmm,” Polly said. “You know, people might want to emulate the Token pictures. Bring their own stuffed animals and put them around Jorvik where Token was and take pictures of them.”

“Oh, oh, there could be prizes for the most places found!” Pia said and bounced in her seat.

“How about horse plushies?” Penny said. “We can put in an Information Center and gift shop at Fort Pinta. Do the different horse plushies, I mean, we’ve got thirteen breeds, so many coat colors and the Jorvik Warmblood Sports do their special magic coats.”

“They what?” Lily squeaked.

“Oh, um, no one told you about that?” Polly flushed. “Once you get Jorvik Warmblood Sports and Jorvik Starter Ponies far enough out into the wild, their coats change as the magic of Pandoria allows them to show their true natures.”

“Wait, wait, the magic of Pandoria?” Lily’s eyes widened. “Did you know about this?” She asked Kate, Ingrid, and Violet.

“Yeah, that’s why you won’t see those horses off Jorvik,” Pauline murmured. “They are dependent on being close to Pandoric magic to survive. They can’t leave Jorvik.”

“But no one saw fit to mention?” Lily squeaked.

“Don’t worry, you bond with the Jorvik horse that has the wild magic that suits your nature,” Polly said.

“Okay,” Lily said in a small voice. “Pandoria.”

“It’s this magical realm that is beyond our own and that, somehow the magic of it leaks through the Rune Stones and into Jorvik,” Penny said. “No one outside the druids knows much about it. Though, the druids don’t say much. There might be people that live in Pandoria and everything, but no one really knows. You hear rumors. That’s why no one questions the druids overly much. You don’t know what they can do.”

Lily rubbed her forehead. “Well, that’s something to worry about later I suppose. Right now, special plushies for those who don’t bring their own plushies to Jorvik, and making it a contest.”

“I think that could appeal to James. He could have started a trend. Though we’ll have to figure out something for those who ‘win.’” Polly made quotes with her fingers.

“Since he’d probably try to give them the spare clothes out of his closet,” Penny said dryly.

“Okay, that sounds like a plan for you,” Lily said and pointed at Pia, Penny, and Polly. “Make it so.”

Pauline giggled. “You’re being Picard again.”

“Now about geocaching,” Lily said. “Does anyone know anything about it outside of Andy?”

“Research!” Pauline said.

Violet pulled out her phone and bent over it. “Okay, I’m seeing a couple ways to do this. We have Andy’s way, which is to set up clues and whoever gets through them first gets the prize.”

“Pbbth,” Ingrid said. “How dull. We want everyone to feel like they’ve won.”

“Okay, so you need to set out little boxes with stamps in them. There would be log books inside so everyone can see who else has found the clue. Then when they return to Andy with their booklet of stamps from certain areas, they’d get a prize.”

“Yes, yes, good.”

“And we can do that a couple ways it looks like. We can have the written clues like Andy is doing that require knowledge of the area.”

“Hmm, then we better have the Token book littered with those clues,” Lily said.

“Coordination,” Polly nodded.

“We can also do map coordinates, give them a list of coordinates, they find them on their explorations, and get the stamps,” Violet added. “Or, lastly, you can set a start point and make it like a treasure map. Go so many steps north, that sort of thing.”

“Ohhh, orienteering!” Penny cooed.

“Why not all three? It will keep people busy. We’ll just have to have a really good selection of prizes.” Pauline said.

“We can coordinate it across all the Clubs,” Lily nodded. “Have Firgrove be the center for Geocaching or whatever Andy wants to call it. Fort Pinta be the center for cute plushies going on vacation.”

“There can be flyers and posters, and post cards,” Pia nodded.

“It’s not that it was a bad idea,” Polly sighed.

“It’s just we aren’t going to do the work for nothing,” Penny rolled her eyes.

“Right. We have to have James and Andy putting skin into the game,” Lily said. “We’ve got a trail ride started at the Winery. In fact, we’re supposed to be getting the explosives to start the tunnel section.”

“Firgrove area has the Red String Trail Ride,” Violet said. “They do a special event every spring, but anyone can do it all year.”

“That’s what we need, trail rides in every area. Have flyers for them too,” Lily tapped her chin. “For this informational center.”

“And have maps with everything important a tourist could want to know on them,” Ingrid said.

“So we don’t have a repeat of the other day,” Pia groaned.

“And she’d been to Fort Pinta before supposedly!” Penny rolled her eyes.

Lily finished her lunch. “Right. Well, keep us posted on both of these ideas.”

“We should have another meeting.”

“Or we can text all the leaders to be thinking about good spots for riding trails, geocaching locations, and cute places to take pictures of stuffed animals.” Pauline said with a roll of her eyes.

“Right ho, keep you posted.” Pia saluted. “Captain Lily!”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Um, maybe you locals could give us a schedule of local events?”

“Yeah, things are really going to start to pick up soon,” Polly said.

“Then we don’t have much time, do we?”

Lily protested. “We’ve already been at this over a month. I’m sure we’ve missed things already.”

“The Potato Festival isn’t much of a festival really.”

“Rainbow Week, Midsummer, Jorvik Stables Open House, Happy Horse Week,” Penny said. “The Fort Pinta Beach Party, shibby dude.”

“Jorvik Stables as in the one over in Jarlaheim or all of them?”

“Right now, it’s just Jarlaheim.”

“Well, that’s dumb,” Lily said. “We’re going to make it Jorvik wide if we have to.”

“Make it so!”

“That joke is already getting old.”

“We’ll have a coordination meeting,” Kate said.

“Drag Loretta by her pretty blonde hair if we have to,” Pauline murmured.

“Okay, we’ll set up a coordination meeting. But for now, we have some stone to explode.” Lily said with a salute.

“Stone to explode?” Pia’s eyes widened.

Lily waved her hand getting the attention of her club. They all packed up and left at a jog. By now, Derek was singularly no longer busy.

“Hello again, ladies.”

“Oh Derek, we hear you have dynamite for us.”

“Tell us, is it sadly a package or your dynamite personality?”

Derek turned red. “Take your boxes and go, you rabid women!” He opened the back of his office and shoved boxes at them.

They laughed and took them, heading off to Steve’s Farm to get their horses.

Derek wiped his face and locked his post office door. Somedays, he didn’t know what to think of them all.

FOR THE ACCOMPANYING IMAGES PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE MY WATERMARK AND CONTACT INFORMATION. THANK YOU. I get it. Some of you might get excited and want to see this stuff in the game, especially the clothes, tack, and pets. However, the only way I want to see this in the game is if I get paid for it. If I see it in the game and I’m not paid for it, there will be hell to pay. You think I’m salty. I’d be angry. Personally, I’m not going to send this info to SSO. If you do, leave my contact information there! Don’t give them any excuses to steal.

Now, I’ll know you haven’t read this note if you leave me comments about how ‘salty’ I am about the game and if I hate it so much I should do something else. I am doing something else. It’s called Mystic Riders MMORPG Project. Mystic Riders however is a very baby phase game. You can check out our plans on the game dev blog. (Skills, Factions, Professions, Crafting, Mini-Games, 25+ horse breeds!) If you know anyone who would be interested and has money or contacts about game making, direct them to the blog.

#star stable #star stable online #sso #completely harmless #star stable salt #fan fic #silverglade reimagined #jorvik reimagined #many nods to Ruth Westside

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Wakanda was abuzz with the latest gossip of Ma’Uchi, Nakia, Tandra and W’Kabi and the attempted coup. No one could believe the lengths Nakia went to and no one could believe the fate the group shared and how T’Challa had went from one side of the spectrum to dropping the full weight of Wakanda’s rule upon them.

Everyone was now wondering when the king would finally give into his love for Y/N. In truth Wakanda was ready for the dawn of the era the king had promised.

You sat in the garden watching the sun set behind the Jabari mountains and smiled. You now had more of a fondness for the Jabari and their leader Lord M’Baku and you were excited about the potential for not only Wakanda’s growth but also the Jabari. You’d decided to finally unite all the tribes for a stronger Wakanada, all that was left was to reason with the king and help him see the logic of your words. You didn’t think it would be a hard task especially after he knew of the details of today.

You took a deep breath in and slowly released it. As you did you felt the stress and anxiety from the last few months dissipating. As you took another deep inhale you felt a sort of freedom you hadn’t felt in months. You closed your eyes hoping to relish the feeling for as long as you could. You didn’t know how long you sat there but by the time you opened your eyes you saw the queen mother sitting next to you. You jumped in shock before she placed a soothing hand upon your knee.

“It is just me,” Ramonda calmly voiced.

You smiled and nodded, relaxing yourself. The sun had disappeared behind the mountains and the sky was filled with hundreds of stars. The same stars that always made you think of T’Challa. You smiled to yourself.

“By yourself?” Ramonda asked.

“Yes.”

“Hm, interesting. I did not expect you to be by yourself. In fact i expected you and my son to be deep in conversation at this time,” she continued.

“The king is a busy man. After the debacle of today i am sure he had a lot to see to,” you reasoned.

“I am sure he did, but I didn’t expect anything to be more important than you.”

You sighed and looked to Ramonda’s face. She had a sly smile on her lips as she stared up into the star speckled night sky. After a few moments she looked to you and smiled wider.

“Unless it is you who is hiding,” she finished.

She’d guessed it, hit the nail right on the head, stolen the cookie from the cookie jar, pieced it together. You doubted it was a hard puzzle to put together. You looked down to your hands and entangled your fingers together before untangling them only to do the action again and again.

“Why are you hiding?” Ramonda asked when minutes passed of silence and her careful observation of your face.

You didn’t know the right words to speak, you didn’t even know what to say.

“Y/N?” Ramonda urged.

“A lot has happened. The last forty-eight hours have sped by like a tornado and in it’s wake everything has changed but quite possibly nothing. All that is certain is there is so much uncertainty,” you rushed out in one breath.

“You are right, a lot has happened. A lot has changed because of what has happened, but the only way to shed light on the unknown is by addressing it,” Ramonda counseled.

You knew what she was saying was true, still when the chance came you ran away.

“Wakanda owes you a debt Y/N. I owe you a debt.”

“You owe me nothing. I did this for Wakanda, for you. You all deserved to know the truth, you deserved some form of peace. I only hope that by dredging up the painful past I have not disrupted T’Chaka in the ancestral plane and I have not broken your heart all over again,” you confessed.

Ramonda took your hands within hers and firmly squeezed them as she turned to face you.

“Y/N, T’Chaka blesses you. I have been consulting with the ancestors and they are forever indebted to you for your actions. For rooting out the evil within Wakanda. What you have done is no small feat, but it’s benefits will spread across the land. As for my pain, it will never go away, never but you have lessened it by shining light on the truth. A grave injustice was done to our family, an injustice that broke us down, but you are the piece that will mend us and build us up, starting with the king,” Ramonda spoke.

You allowed her words to seep into your brain.

“How can I mend anything. I am not Wakandan.”

“Like hell you are not. Do you think you are Wakandan just by being born here, by being born with the blood in your veins? If that were the case all of the world is greatly mistaken of their heritage. You are not merely Wakandan because of blood, or birth but because of your heart, your soul. You were Wakandan when you put the happiness and prosperity if its people before your own happiness and prosperity. You are Wakandan when you embody the ways of our practices and teachings, you are Wakandan being true not only to the spirit of Bast herself but by being true to the land. All of which you have done since the day you got here and every day you continue to do so. You are Wakandan because even when your heart broke you chose the ways and people over your own wants, your own love. My child you are Wakanda,” Ramonda finished.

You smiled to yourself and looked up to the sky.

“But, you must stop running. You must forge ahead.”

You nodded and sighed again.

“You’re right.”

“I know I’m right,” Ramonda teased. You snorted and let out a laugh. A laugh you didn’t recognize. It had been so long since you last laughed—too long.

“Now, I am going to tell my son to stop pacing a hole in the floor of his office and to follow his heart and senses to you and you are going to sit here looking as beautiful as ever and forge ahead,” she ordered. You smiled and nervously nodded.

Ramonda stood and gently touched your forehead before she walked away back inside the palace leaving you alone again in the garden. You took another deep breath realizing your heart was not pounding at a maddening pace.

“Relax Y/N, relax,” you calmly recited.

You sat there running through the endless possibilities in your head at break neck speed. You went through tens of scenarios all ending differently, but all evoked the same feelings in you. You felt as if you were going to pass out from the anticipation and the unknown. You wondered if he still felt the same way, wondered if any part of him still wanted you. You wondered if everything had changed for him. You worried about so many of his feelings or lack there of that after ten minutes you began pacing the stone walkway in the garden obsessing over it all.

“Y/N.”

You quickly spun around with a distressed look on your face to see Okoye standing there.

“Okoye.”

“Was I interrupting?”

“No, no. Well yes but I'm grateful. I was going down an endless rabbit hole of what ifs and it had to stop, so thank you,” you said as she approached you.

“Are you all right?” You nodded only lying partially.

“Okoye, i wanted to thank you for today, thank you for all you have done in this crazy scheme of mine,” you began.

Okoye smiled a rare smile that paused you.

“I was happy to help Y/N. I should be thanking you for saving me from a fate worse than death if I had married W’Kabi,” she said with a look of disgust on her face.

“I still can’t believe his part in all this,” you added.

“Neither can I, I never suspected and I feel like such a fool,” she continued. You took her hand gently.

“Okoye, you are not a fool. He was simply good at covering his tracks, they all were. So if you are a fool so is the rest of Wakanda, the king included,” you teased.

Okoye smiled again.

“Well I have always been convinced the king was a fool, and was further proved right watching him these last years,” Okoye laughed, a laugh you joined in on.

“Speaking of the king, I have something for you,” she said holding out an envelope with the Wakandan king’s seal.

You took the envelope and stared at it.

“The staff have prepared your old bedroom for you,” Okoye informed. You nodded and watched her turn and begin to walk back inside the palace. Before she walked inside she stooped and looked back to you.

“Y/N,” Okoye began. You looked to her.

“He is lucky to have you.” Okoye said then the corner inside the palace.

You stood there for a few more minutes before you decided against opening it. Instead you walked back inside the palace toward your bedroom contemplating what he’d written in the envelope.

Once you were safely behind your familiar doors you looked around and took in your surroundings. Everything looked the same as if nothing had been touched. The walls were still the way you’d requested, as was the decor. You leaned your back against the door and pressed the envelope to your chest willing your heart to slow.

After a few moments, you walked further into the room toward the window at the moon shining in. You stood there and unsealed the envelope to open the king’s stationary.

“Wakanda owes you a debt.”

Short and simple, short and mysterious in meaning. You looked at the back of the card bu there was nothing else written. Confusion began to rise as you realized he was most likely not going to meet you tonight.

You put the card down on your desk and looked around the room again. You walked to your bed and softly traced your hand along the patterned duvet to one of the posts. You walked around the room taking in everything. You didn’t know how much you missed this until just now. You’d missed it greatly. you walked into the bathroom and began filling the copper claw-foot tub. You’d missed this tub. While it was old fashioned it was decked out with modern luxuries. At the touch of a button it could be transformed into a luxurious whirlpool, jetted spa escape filled with over fifteen massage patterns. This bad boy was the reason you’d been changed to a bath lover again after nearly a lifetime of preferring showers. Now you spent hours upon hours sitting in this tub.

You began undressing out of the Dora uniform and filled the tub with the luxuries you loved, essential oils, flower petals, bath salts, a special blended soap that produced the most exhilarating bubbles that some how worked to easily melt away any stress leaving you and your body in the most amazing state of relaxation. You couldn’t wait.

As you walked around the bathroom preparing things for your bath you did your best to not think about anything or anyone. If you thought anymore your head would burst. Once you’d freed yourself and only had your bra and underwear on you swirled your hand in the water to test the temperature was right. Smiling you began to rise but was struck back down by a kick to the back of your calf. You dropped back to the hard floor. Before you could turn to see who or what it was the mystery intruder grabbed your head and pushed it into the tub submerging your head under the water. You screamed in the water which produced no sound. It only brought water into your nose and lungs. You flailed your arms around behind you trying to grab the person. Every time your hand made connection to a garment of clothes they pulled away and sunk your head even further under the water.

After a minute of struggle your actions slowed, your head became heavy, your vision became speckled with bright lights. Your logic told you that you were running out of time. You tried your best to think about your immediate surroundings. You stopped trying to grab the intruder and began to reach for the retractable shower head that was attached to the tub your plan clear in your head. It was difficult to maneuver as your actions slowed more and you felt yourself begin to involuntarily convulse. In the recesses of your mind you knew you only had seconds. Your hands grasped the shower head but it was stuck. You yanked as hard as you could freeing the retractable cord. Gripping it you swung it back behind you and heard an enraged grunt. The action gave you a few seconds of reprieve. You pulled your head out the water and gasped for the precious commodity you desperately needed.

Again you felt the intruder trying to overtake you. You swung your head back connecting with their head. In an instant you felt dizziness ring through your head. Now you were righting two battles, lack of oxygen and dizziness, the odds were definitely stacked against you. You tried to get up but slipped on the flooded floor and dropped back down. You slid and spun around seeing Nakia standing there.

“Nakia?” you spoke in complete shock and confusion.

She dove to you but you ducked instead grabbing her calves and hoisted her up and over your head. You heard a loud crash and a scream. You spun around and saw Nakia splayed on the floor atop the broken the shards of the glass shower door. She groaned as she slowly rose to her hands and knees. She looked to you, blood dripping from several cuts on her face. She looked like pure rage.

“How did you get free?”

“I’ve lived in this place longer than you. I know every hidden tunnel and path. I’ve always known how to get in here. I could have killed you any time I wanted but a Queen doesn’t dirty her hands. She watches as other do her bidding, but now you have pissed me off and if you want something done right you have to do it yourself,” Nakia spat before she dove for you. She landed on top of you tackling you to the wet floor. She drew back her hand and landed a blow to your face. You struggled with her trying to overpower her. You rolled on top of her and punched her three times before she rolled to reclaim the upper hand. She managed to get her hands around you neck and began to squeeze.

“You thought I would just let you win? Did you really think I would just give up and go to the island? You are even dumber than I thought. You will never have him, you will never have Wakanda.”

You gagged and pushed your hands between hers and pushed them apart forcing her to release your neck. A move T’Challa showed you in one of your many sparring matches. You wasted no time grabbing her wrists and twisting them. She screamed loudly and you kicked her off of you over your head into the wooden panel along the wall. You rolled to your knees quickly watching her every move. It was past reasoning with her. There was no reasoning with her. No granting her mercy, nothing would work. Nakia stood up wiping the blood from her mouth. You stood and stared at her, expecting the worst, preparing for it.

Nakia took up a crystal candle holder and charged to you attempting to strike you. You evaded every attempt recognizing she was no longer strategizing, she was attacking on pure rage. She was at her weakest. You took the opportunity to punch her, but she pushed you on the wall and returned the hit. You sunk down and slid through her opened legs. You turned in time to see her coming for you, you kicked out the vanity stool to her forcing her to trip over it. You hurried to the door but saw it was locked from the outside. Nakia wrapped her arm around your neck placing you in a choke-hold.

“No escape, only through death.”

You elbowed her feeling your anger rise to the dangerous level. You turned and kicked her in her gut. She staggered backwards and tried to unsuccessfully evade your onslaught of hits. Each of your hits landed with precision. You felt stronger than you had in a long time. You took a deep breath in and charged Nakia. She landed on the hard floor with a loud thud. You wrapped your hands around her neck and squeezed with all your strength. She gagged and tried to pry your hands free. The fear in her eyes rose and it filled you with even more strength, it was intoxicating. You heard your Kimoyo beads ring from across the room. In the commotion they must have fallen off. In your distracted stare Nakia managed to grab a sliver of the broken glass and slash your collar. You drew back from the pain, she took the opportunity to roll on top of you and inch the glass closer to your jugular.

Every second she inched closer and closer, you struggled back and forth with her strength. When she gained an inch you pushed her back an inch only for the cycle to continue back and forth. You groaned as you saw the glass mere centimeters from your skin. Nakia smiled sinisterly as she kept her eye on the prize, your neck. You felt the sharp edge of the glass puncture your neck, pain rang through you and alarm filled you. You fought against the urge to panic, instead you released one hand to reach for the large shard you saw to the side. The action gave Nakia more leeway to sink her shard further into your neck. You gagged tasting your blood in your throat. You quickly lunged to the shard allowing the glass to sink a few more centimeters into your skin. It was the only way. You grabbed the shard and quickly slammed Nakia to her back and rammed the glass into her chest. Nakia gasped out in shock, but her actions into stop. She reached for a smaller piece of the glass and stabbed it into your abdomen. You gasped and convulsed taking in the impact and the pain of the object.

“You—will not—have—him,” Nakia stuttered out.

You raised your mouth into a vindictive snarl.

“Neither will you!” You shouted and pulled the glass from her chest to ram it into her chest again. You repeated the action two more times, on the final stab you sunk it into her heart. Nakia gurgled her blood oozing from her mouth as she stared at you, all her actions seized. You heard her cough and release her last terrorizing breath.

You sat atop her waiting for her to spring back up like the horror show she was, but after almost thirty seconds of no movement you let go of the shard of glass still sticking from her chest. Your bloodied hands violently shook and weakness overtook you. You toppled of her to the blood covered floor and began gasping for air. You reached your hand to your neck and felt the glass still protruding from your throat. You heard pounding at the door but it was too far for you to make it there. You’d never make it. Your hand slowly traveled to the second piece of glass sticking out from your abdomen and felt tears sting your eyes as reality crept in. Reality was you were dying, reality was Nakia had finally gotten what she wanted, reality was you’d now killed two people. Reality was that these were your last moments. You stared into the ceiling at a replica of the Wakandan night sky and saw a bright light creep in from the corners of your eyes. You heard a loud snap and shrieks of horror before scuffling footsteps. You heard your name as if it was someone far away and it was then T’Challa dropped to your side with a haunted look on his face.

Everything moved in slow motion and you heard nothing but muffled voices. T’Challa hesitated touching you as he examined your body. When his eyes landed on the glass protruding from your neck the look on his face spoke of fear. Your reality had finally registered with him. T’Challa looked away from you and shouted. You felt the trickles of his tears drip on your cheek and a deep sorrow filled you. You slowly lifted your hand to his face. You traced your bleeding hand along his cheek, down to his jaw. There was so much to say but no time, you opened your mouth to speak but no sound came out.

Fresh tears streamed down your face as you realized this was your last moment with him. T’Challa clasped his hand over yours and nuzzled his face into your palm, but you didn’t feel it. You’d read somewhere that when you were dying your senses would slowly fade. You could not smell him, you could not hear him, nor could you taste the blood you knew filled your throat and mouth. You saw his lips move but the light that was at the corners of your eyes now took over and with that, your sight went.

To Be Continued...

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Countdown Pt 2 - Jason Todd x Reader

Request: If requests are open, could you do a part 2 to “Count Down” where Jason gets injured and the reader winds up being the one to patch him up. And during the commotion, his helmet comes off and the reader freaks out because IT’S THEIR SOULMATE!?!?! Or maybe Alfred tells Jason about how she was his soulmate and so he keeps an eye on her as much as he can until one night he has to step in and save her? If this is too much I completely understand and sorry for it being so long. Have a nice day 💗💗💗!

I hope you like it since I hadn’t even considered a part two to this but the second I saw this request my head went wild. Thank you for the inspiration, I just pray it’s good!! (Also, this is my 100th post and I’m nearly at 400 followers and freaking out inside. Thank you everyone for coming along for this ride)

- People have asked to be tagged (<3) in this Part Two so here you go: @sailorsolar12 @satansspacebubblegum

Soulmate AU: A Soulmate Universe, where the clock on your wrist counts down to the day your soulmate dies.

Part One

Sad to say, you’d been permanently stuck in Gotham since the day he died to the present. Every time you tried to leave, you felt the tug in your gut. The Universe wanted you to stay, which gave you even more motivation to leave, but still. You didn’t date, and most people worth being friends with didn’t cause a fuss if you rejected them once they saw the burnt date on your wrist. You didn’t want to go through that pain again. No more Soulmate deaths.

Your best friend didn’t get it. She thought you’d be desperate to meet your second one so you could have all the time you could have together. She also thought you wouldn’t want anyone else to know you for a minute then lose you to death. You thought avoiding dating would make it even easier for this mysterious soul number two. They could make their assumptions about soulmates, and you could die without causing them a minute of stress.

You’d probably change your mind about that when you were older, but for now, you were twenty, at Gotham University, and working for a section of the police that tried to reach out to teen runaways and orphanages. You’d spend your evenings at the orphanage, talking and getting to the know the kids, taking the older ones out and driving them to any parties they might have, baking with the younger ones, and you’d sleep there to make breakfast and tutor anyone on Saturday morning. You also found yourself playing video games and sports with them before having to leave after lunch on Sunday. Sometimes the police would have you come and talk to the kids they’d found on the streets since you always had a way with people. The kids listened to you and put up less of a fight if you were trying to convince them to get help.

Your introduction back into the Wayne Family life had been when you’d been asked to check in on one Stephanie Brown. It was separate from the police, but the Hospital also asked for your assistance when they were dealing with broken homes and kids with abusive parents. Not only was she the daughter of the Question, but she had been pregnant and had given the baby up for adoption. The Hospital asked you to check in with her, and you had information on her hold of she ever wanted to know where it was. You’d been against it first. You didn’t want anything to do with the Wayne’s, and she was dating Timothy Drake-Wayne. Surely you’d end up having to go to the Manor to meet her one time, and then you’d feel bad for never answering the butler’s calls and never explaining to Bruce why Alfred had tried to reach out to you. Ignoring his butler had resulted in multiple stroppy emails from the billionaire - and you didn’t want to know how he got your email.

You were right, but you were also too much of a pushover to say no when Stephanie sent you the location for your check-up.

You pulled up in the long driveway, suddenly hit with what it would have been like to visit the place when you were younger. You’d barely known Jason, you couldn’t make assumptions about what he was like beyond your one evening together, but you were a hopeless romantic and a very vivid daydreamer. You didn’t think about it. You refused to. You were a smiler, and bright face, a positive energy people needed in their lives. You wouldn’t let yourself seem down.

Steph had said to go round the side and into the gardens, claiming that you’d spot her easily. She was right. She sat, laughing and tangled with Tim Drake under a tree while the sun shined on them. You smiled to yourself, the aura coming off both of them was the aura of soulmates. Their legs were on top of each other, and there was a share bag of crisps knocked over slightly a few metres away.

“Hey?” You broke their bubble.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Stephanie straightened herself up slightly, her legs still tangled with Tim’s. “He’s been stuck in front of a computer for about three days and heavily sleep-deprived, so Alfred called me in - you don’t mind if he’s here right?” She suddenly sounded tense and panicked.

“I’m good if you are…what we might be talking about…?”

“He knows about the baby. We started dating right after I found out…is that weird, Nah, he was helpful and stuff. It was pretty great. Flew back into town just to help me through it.” Steph was a living heart eyes emoji for a good second, and you chuckled. The bags under Tim’s eyes were oblivious, but he was smiling softly back at her.

“Well, how are you doing? And I mean that to both of you,” you raised an eyebrow at Tim.

“Tired.” Tim sighed, leaning back on the tree.

“Agreed.”

“Agreed.” You thirded. “Anything cool going on in your life.”

“This is super casual, don’t you have to ask like a list of questions and stuff?” Tim asked

“Not a therapist yet, just helping out teens for the police and the hospital in the hopes of making people’s lives better.” You shrugged.

“Why do you wanna do that?” Tim asked, and Steph’s eyes went wide.

“Tim!”

“That came out wrong. I mean, helping people is great, what’s your inspiration?”

“I’ve always been good at getting people to talk I guess, plus I have a pretty good way of getting runaways to talk to me.”

“Which is?”

“Are you a runaway?”

“No,”

“Then you don’t need to hear it.” You turned back to Steph, “How’s school going?”

She groaned “I’m assuming you’ve been given information?”

“Just some missing homework and an absent from yesterday.”

“I overslept.” The phrasing was careful.

“Not sleeping well?”

“Nope, been up late at the moment,”

“Any reasons, or just, it’s Gotham, and no one should sleep if they want to live.” You joked and the look Steph and Tim gave each other couldn’t have been more obvious. Everyone was a bit stressed at the moment. Batman seemed to be at war with the Red Hood a few months back, then he disappeared, and reappeared about to unmask Batman and the latest Robin, then he disappeared again, and Batman disappeared. Then they both reappeared a few weeks back and even though there didn’t seem to be a problem between them this time - guns were a tense subject in America and having him just running around Gotham kept everyone on their toes and well behaved. “Wanna talk about that look or are you going to make me analyse it?”

“How are you doing at the moment?” Stephanie changed the subject. You stood up walked towards her and held out a hand. She took it and once you’d pulled Steph to her feet you gave her a tight hug. “Everything you say is between us and only us. No judgement. It’s okay to be scared.”

“There’s just a lot of stress at the moment.” You felt Stephanie relax slightly until the butler appears from the back door.

“Master Tim - ” his sentence was cut short when he saw you. “(Y/N)! What a surprise!”

“You know Alfred?” Stephanie pulled away to look at you closely. “Do you work for Bruce?”

“God no, well he basically owns the city so technically I do, but Bruce Wayne probably hates me. I never answer his emails.” You said while lifting your head to the side slightly.

“What?” Tim was looking at you, a gleam in his eye that made you feel vulnerable. Like he knew everything about you - or he would by the end of the conversation.

“What are you doing here? Not that you aren’t welcome,” Alfred had hurried over to the pair of you.

“What’s going on?” Steph’s walls were going up which meant you two were probably going to have a Bruce Wayne conversation in the future. There were some issues and anger to be dealt with there.

“Miss (Y/N) here, is…was Master Jason’s - ”

“Alfred!” You cut him off before he could finish the sentence, your voice raised slightly - something which didn’t happen often.

“Jason’s Soulmate…” Tim finished the sentence looking at the inside of your wrist. “You were - ”

“Yeah, you don’t need to say it again.” You sighed.

“Jason’s Soulmate…” Stephanie muttered in shock. “That must have been awful.”

“I knew him for about an evening of talking and a few days of texting…” your voice was low. You knew going to Manor wasn’t a smart decision.

“Anyway, you two are needed in Master Bruce’s…office,” Alfred said to Tim and Steph, and they disappeared in a second.

“I should probably go.” You didn’t like how stiff your voice sounded.

“You should come back for another visit,” Alfred suggested.

“I’m sure you’re very nice and all, and you mean it with the best intentions - but the last thing I want to do is be at the home my soulmate ran away from before he was killed.”

“I understand.”

“Thank you. Tell Steph she owes me a full half hour of chat,” you didn’t wait to hear him say yes as you exited the garden and hopped in your car to drive away.

Since that afternoon, something was off around you. Not with you, just around you. Gotham suddenly felt a lot safer. You spotted Red Robin and Spoiler watching you and the older orphanage kids head into a bowling alley, and you kept seeing red flashes when you walked anywhere at night. It took you two days to get curious as to what was happening and test this new aura. You did something very unlike you and went for a rooftop walk in the more dangerous part of Gotham.

Most of the buildings were tall and closely packed together, a few alleys ways every now and again - and you weren’t stupid enough to try and see if you could cross them. You walked across four buildings, waiting for anything to happen, anything at all.

“What are you doing.” You tensed up, turning round to face the Red Hood in all his hun slinging glory.

“Wandering.” Your voice was tight, and you started to regret your evening out very much.

“It’s not safe.”

“Has Batman been sending his army of smaller selves to watch me?”

“Why would I know?”

“Cos you’re clearly involved with him somehow.” Red Hood laughed.

“Just get back home okay.”

“Aren’t you going to try and shoot me?”

“My line of work is a lot more complicated than that.”

“How old are you?”

“20.”

“My age, I might know you.” You said without really thinking the sentence out fully, it just slipped out and he didn’t deny it. “So what’s your business with the city tonight?”

“I’m not going to tell you that.”

“Why not? You’re in the works with Batman, so anything you do will be all over the papers by next week, to my knowledge we don’t know each other, I have no place better to be. Talk to me.” The sentence felt all yo familiar but you didn’t click why you just had a weird sense of Deja vu. Something obviously bugged the Red Hood too as you noticed him tense for a second before relaxing.

“Do you always walk around smiling and saying things like that?”

“Not purposefully.” You shrugged. “Does it bother you that I’m smiling right now?”

“I just don’t get how people can be that happy all the time.”

“Maybe you should try it sometimes. Being positive is actually quite fun.” You teased and turned to look at the sky. Gotham was the city of clouds, the Batman symbol shining exactly where it always did. “So what are you dealing with tonight.”

“Just a surveillance job.”

“And why did you come talk to me?”

“You’ve been walking on these buildings for a good half hour, and I got curious.”

“It’s been half an hour?” You looked at your watch “Wow, time does fly when you’re alone with your thoughts.”

Jason didn’t like being at the Manor any time of the year, but when the whole family were together, it was the worst. The only reason he was there was because Dick had saved his ass and taken him back for stitches - now he was stuck listening to Stephanie half Yelp half encourage him.

“She’s so nice! Don’t you dare be mean to her and screw this up! Literally, how did someone so kind-hearted end up with you for a Soulmate! She’s the most supportive person I’ve ever met!”

“Cut it out already!” Jason snapped, grabbing some toast and contemplating shoving it in her mouth.

“I can’t believe you spoke to her but didn’t tell her!” Stephanie complained and Jason froze. He hadn’t even known who his soulmate was until Steph started screaming about it, and he only took it seriously when Alfred told him what had happened. That was the real reason he was still in Gotham. He didn’t care about Bruce’s job for him; he cared about the fact someone out there had been hurt by his death. Someone had really cried for Jason Todd - not Robin, not Bruce Wayne’s ward. Jason Todd.

“How do you know I spoke to her.” He spoke very quietly and everyone in the kitchen tended. He wasn’t sure if everyone in the room would ever trust him over than Alfred - but him speaking calmly terrified them more than him yelling.

“This is your first time in town not trying to kill one of us; you can’t blame me for wanting to know what you’re doing.” Bruce was observing him, and Jason didn’t enjoy being treated like a bomb about to explode.

“So that’s why you’ve been spying on her!” Jason almost laughed. “She’s seen you, you know. She knows somethings up because she’s seen you guys watching her! But you’re not watching her. You’re watching me.”

“Why are you just watching her if you aren’t going to talk to her?” Tim finally asked what they were all thinking.

“I died, Tim.”

“I know. It’s your favourite topic of conversation.”

“I can’t just walk up to her as Jason Todd. The second I do anything, everything comes out about what happened, all of you guys, and this entire world. She becomes apart of it. And I don’t even know her that well.”

“She’s your Soulmate. You are one of the few people who have 100% proof that they’ve found their soulmate.” Stephanie said, looking slightly towards Tim.

“Wooo, dying has one plus side I guess!” Jason said sarcastically. “The universe can say all it wants but let’s be real, whether she’s my soulmate or not, it’s my choice to be with her. My choice to use this information. If I ever decide I want to be with someone; it’s going to be my decision, not the universes, not you guys, mine.” Jason stuffed another piece of toast into his mouth and left the Manor as quickly as he could.

“He’s going to spy on her some more, isn’t he.” Dick mused

“Oh definitely,” Steph responded. “She just has this quality about her that makes it impossible to dislike her.”

So that’s what Jason did. He watched and he watched and he stayed in Gotham. Taking down bad guys and causing no trouble. He even started to obey some of Bruce’s rules. He didn’t want to be driven out of the city until he made up his mind. This was his choice to make - and yours he guessed. He didn’t want to cut you out of the conversation when it was your future he’d be deciding too. But talking to you meant he had to choose before someone in his family did it for him. He didn’t trust Stephanie not to somehow do something about the situation the next time she saw you. He also didn’t think Steph would do it with any cruel intentions. She understood where Jason came from, she was similar to him in many ways - and she justed wanted to help.

The gun rule was not one of the ones he followed. He liked using guns, but it was also guns that meant he was bleeding to death in an alley. He’d seen you walking around late at night again; you were coming back from dropping some kids off at the orphanage and obviously tired. A tired young woman was a prime target, and someone had grabbed you. He had to interfere, but his game was off. He kept expecting you to freak out, say his name, and he was worried you’d already been hurt. They’d pulled out a gun and shot six bullets while he was distracted. He was going to hunt them down and make them pay once he could move.

“Oh my god.” he heard your voice and for a second he thought his brain had made it up as some sick twisted way to give him comfort, but that wasn’t the case. You were there. You were talking to him. “You need to stay awake!”

“Get away…”

“No way, you need help, I’m going to get you help.”

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah, bullet holes and blood equal fine.”

“I’ve been through worse.”

“Sure, and I’m sure that’s not part of the reason you’re running through Gotham as a gunslinging vigilante. Therapy’s a thing, and this is not normal. You’re not fine.”

“Just, get -”

“Get you some help? Sure.”

“That’s not what I was going to say,”

“Well, it’s what I said.”

“I’m -”

“In need of help, yes, I know,” you were searching him for any way to call any of the other superheroes to come help. You doubted he’d want to go to a hospital.

“Getting a bit feely, at least buy me dinner first.”

“Isn’t that normally the girl’s line?” You finally got sick of looking at the stupid helmet.

“You need air.”

“I’m -”

“Need to breathe.”

“That one didn’t work.”

“Doesn’t matter, you need air, and you need to text someone your location.”

“Please don’t take the Helmet off.”

“Would you rather die.”

“A little bit.”

“Very funny.” You felt around his head and found the two clasps, pulling the helmet off and take advantage of the fact he seemed unable to move the rest of his body. He wore a mask over his eyes which made you laughed, “See, isn’t it nice breathing fresh air?”

“I can -”

“I can breathe now, and it’s beautiful.”

“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” it wasn’t even close. Jason was going to say that he could explain. But the mask and blood meant you didn’t recognise him. Even without the mask you might not, he’d changed quite a lot since he’d died. He was safer than he thought, and sadly that fact hurt him a little bit.

“I’m taking this,” you pulled out his earpiece and put it in your ear, tapping the side to turn it on. “Red Hood’s bleeding to death in an alley.”

“Um…hello?”

“Hi, Anyway someone can come and get him?”

“Getting your location now.” you recognised the voice, but not well enough to place it.“I took the helmet off so he could breathe properly, he can talk, but he’s really pale and was shot like six times,”

“Spoiler and Nightwing are on their way.” the line went dead, so you assumed the person had ended the call.

You looked at the face beneath the helmet very carefully. Some part of your mind was turning and putting the dots together - I mean, there’s only so much face a mask can cover. Something was there, something you couldn’t figure out and it was infuriating.

“Do I know you? I know you probably won’t tell me, but like…”

“Kinda.” He didn’t say anything else as you suddenly gasped. He’d changed, he changed a lot. And you didn’t understand how on earth he was alive. He couldn’t be alive. Your mind was playing tricks. A similar voice and facial structure didn’t equal Jason Todd. Jason Todd was dead and people don’t come back from the dead. You were being crazy, and irrational. But if laser shooting flying men were real, was resurrection really that impossible? You’d been at the funeral. You’d seen Alfred and Bruce’s reaction. You’d seen his older brother Dick beating himself up for not trying to be a good brother to Jason. You’d cried. You’d cried for someone you barely knew. He couldn’t just be alive. You were assuming things.

But you had two dates in a world where you only get one soulmate. It would make sense.“Your friends will be here soon…”

“Take the mask off.” He could guess what you were thinking based on the reaction.

“No. I will not have that conversation now. You can’t be -”

“Jason Todd.” he tried to nod.

“Nope.”

“I can-”

“Nope.” You took a step back, your breathing picking up. “I went to Jason Todd’s funeral, and I can’t yell at you while you’re dying.”

“Yell?” he didn’t expect you to yell.

“I’m freaking out a bit right now so yes I will probably yell.” your voice was all over the place, but you were determined not to yell. He didn’t deserve to be yelled at. “You can’t be Jason Todd, Jason Todd died.”

“I can explain everything.”

“Then do that, when you’re not dying.” You refused to believe it. “Jason Todd’s already dead, so he can’t be dying right now.”

“Take the mask off.“

“Fine, but only to prove you can’t possibly be Jason Todd because I went to Jason Todd’s funeral.” you were shaking slightly, wishing Nightwing and Spoiler would just show up already to end whatever mind trick Red Hood was playing. You leant forward slowly, peeling the mask off and trying to convince yourself not to. Not knowing the answer would be better than knowing because then you could pretend your first and real soulmate was out there. You could also assume that this was all some evil game and that Jason was dead and continue living your life just the same. It would be your choice.

The Red Hood, had been a killer, he’d gone rage on Gotham more than once and he used a gun. He killed people, and he worked in the shadows. You’d seen the amount of chaos and fear he created. If this was Jason, you didn’t know what you’d do. You’d want to give him a chance, and in a way, he was more effective than Batman, but you weren’t one for violence. You’d never been. You liked positive thinking and smiling faces. But it this was Jason, it was your soulmate. And he had really died, so whatever brought him back would’ve messed him up pretty badly so could you blame him for wanting to be a bit more permanent with his methods of dealing with crime. Every thought in your head was running wild and merging faster than you could cope with. You were overwhelmed and ready to break down. You couldn’t deal with all of this; no one should have to deal with all of this.

The mask fell to the floor, and it may have changed, but it was Jason Todd’s face. You’d stared at a picture after he’d died to help you process everything. You’d memorised his face and thought about how it may have changed if he’d been given a chance to live. You may not have known him all that well but you didn’t want to forget him.

“I went to your funeral.” you started to cry. The third time you’d let yourself cry over it, “You better recover and explain what the hell is happening.”

“Can I see your wrist?” he asked. You raised it slowly to show him.

He ran his fingers over the scaring on the first date. The burns had never faded and you could still vaguely still the numbers underneath. The 0 had turned into minus numbers just to remind you how long you’d survived without the universes input. He kissed the burn lightly.

“Crap, that’s a large number…”

“Which one?”

“Both of them.” you laughed slightly, still crying. “I guess you’re going to be living quite a while then, no dying tonight..”

“Your number’s big too.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“We’re here!” Spoiler announced, stopping dead when she saw you.

“We’re taking her to the cave,” Jason instructed.

“Obviously.” Spoiler nodded while Nightwing picked his little brother up.

“So, Dick Grayson?” you assumed, pointing to Nightwing and trying to piece everything together in your head.

“This is going to be a fun week.” Dick laughed

Part One

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Why Mohali & Chandigarh are Increasingly Becoming Real-Estate Interests of Millennials and Youths?

Le Corbusier's Chandigarh and the satellite town of Punjab- Mohali, the two cities are quickly emerging as hubs of the real estate industry in India. These cities have garnered the attention of youths, professionals and entrepreneurs as they offer unequivocal career prospects and are indeed the best place to upgrade lifestyle and standard of living. The tech capital of Punjab along with Chandigarh is offering state-of-the-art opportunities in terms of education, job, industry, entertainment and the best environment to live and dwell.

What does youth demand from a city?

The unconventional choices made by today’s youth have propelled the markets to change their way of working. People today are more concerned about the safety and security of family and providing good education to kids. They love travelling and shopping brands, etc. Going to gyms, discotheques, lounges, restaurants, clubs, cinema halls, etc. is an indispensable part of their lifestyle.

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The academic courses undertaken in various universities of Mohali and Chandigarh are totally in sync with the latest market trends. This makes the youth jump the bandwagon as soon as they graduate from their colleges. Next, there come the campus placements.

The companies visiting the colleges for campus placement not only in these two cities but in colleges of Haryana, Uttranchal, J&K and the rest of Punjab, are majorly from Mohali and Chandigarh. Staying in these cities would make you more competitive, efficient and allows you to grab every bite of the cherry.

In fact, many graduates from colleges of nearby states come to Mohali/Chandigarh for job prospects and career growth. These cities hold a plethora of employment opportunities for architects, lawyers, doctors, engineers, fashion designers, etc. The companies over here offer decent salary packages and a great career trajectory to quench your progression thirst.

The advancement of the educational and corporate sector is quickly attracting people from neighbouring cities to buy real estate in Mohali so as to secure their future. The announcement of two major universities i.e. Amity Business School and Asoka University (Plaksha University) in Mohali has further accelerated the demand in the real estate sector.

The setting up of MNCs in BestTech Towers, SEZs and IT parks in Tricity have quickly turned Mohali into Silicon Valley of Punjab. The WTC towers and Knowledge City in Mohali additionally ensure an uninterrupted supply of skilled people to the corporate industry.

Many new Hospitals, plug n play offices, restaurants and small scale industries are coming forward and are joining the league in Mohali.

Why should I start my Business in Mohali/Chandigarh?

Mohali and Chandigarh offer a large scope, diverse opportunities and professional environment for budding entrepreneurs and start-ups. Punjab Government’s schemes under Progressive Punjab or Invest Punjab initiative allow the start-ups and other small companies to establish themselves independently by providing a speedier and hassle-free process.

This noble scheme by Punjab Government offers a one-stop office or single-window assistance for all state-level approvals and clearances. This transparent system has smoothed the road for every budding entrepreneur to establish business in no time and without any delays.

By shifting or purchasing a property in Punjab, it will ensure a sound and whooping professional growth down the line in the future.

2. Investments

In today’s uncertain market, millennials are sceptical about investing in stock markets. However, real-estate is considered to be the safest option. Due to the availability of world-class jobs and professional growth opportunities, the real estate market is growing leaps and bounds in Mohali and Chandigarh. This is the main reason, people prefer investing in these cities due to affordable costs and great return over investment (ROI). As the demand for commercial and residential properties continues to rise, the investor is sure to reap heavy benefits in the future.

Omaxe New Chandigarh, Wave Estate and DLF Hyde Park have witnessed heavy inventory bookings over the past one year. Millennials are preferring independent floors Mohali, which are an uncommon feature in other metropolitan/ tier-I cities in India.

3. Clean and Green

The wide and clean roads circumvented by trees are a retreat for eyes in these culturally rich cities. As traffic is properly managed, there are no traffic jams. The strict traffic administration in Chandigarh and Mohali calls for safe, secure and disciplined traffic in the vicinity. It hardly takes 15-20 minutes while commuting between the two cities.

The public transport system in Mohali/Chandigarh is one of the finest and most disciplined in India.

The serenity of Sukhna Lake and the beauty of Rose Garden, Rock Garden, Zoo, etc. rejuvenate your mind, soul and body. Due to less commuting time, professionals can spend quality time with their families.

4. Outings and Picnics

There are many picnic spots in the periphery of Mohali/Chandigarh that make your weekends blissful. Located in the foothills of Shivaliks, many famous hill stations of Himachal are just a 45 minutes drive. You can easily plan a day out on hills with your family and friends and get back to your home after a refreshing experience on hills.

The presence of an international airport in Chandigarh is an added advantage for the frequent flyers.

Due to prominent greenery in the two cities, the temperature is always a few degrees lower as compared to other neighbouring cities from Haryana and the rest of Punjab.

5. Shopping

The modern-day youth love to shop various brands and want to stay updated as per trends and latest fashion. Chandigarh and Mohali are quickly turning into fashion hubs of the region. They have well-planned markets and commercial zones where the youth can shop their favourite brands and accessories. Elante in Chandigarh and VR Punjab in Mohali have diverse showrooms of national and international top brands offering the best-in-class shopping experience.

New malls in sector 67 & 70 have their shops pre-booked for branded clothing, accessories, cutlery, shoes, etc. Seamless transport connectivity across the cities ensures speedy delivery or sometimes single-day delivery from various e-commerce portals such as Flipkart, Amazon, Myntra, etc. All major national and international chains of restaurants and Hotels add to the pride and panache of the two cities.

Mohali and Chandigarh have everything that is on the checklist of every millennial when they plan to shift, invest or buy a property.

6. Clubs/Sports

The modern infrastructure of Chandigarh & Mohali including roads, internet connectivity, telecommunications, water supplies and lush green spaces has dramatically enhanced the societal liveability quotient. People from other cities come to enjoy the infrastructural development of the city.

There are many events going on in the city round the year such as music concerts, marathons, beauty contests and various national and international level competitions. Youth from nearby cities actively participate in these events. Chandigarh is known as cycler’s paradise. Just like cities in foreign countries, Chandigarh has separate tracks for cyclists where they ride without any interruption of other vehicles.

Chandigarh and Mohali boast of many renowned car and bike clubs that keep the riding spirit of the youth ignited.

The golf course, international cricket and hockey stadium and other world-class facilities for all sports lovers such as TT, badminton, gymnastics, etc. are available in these dynamic cities. The professional and culturally rich environment of Chandigarh and Mohali ensures great job (employment) prospects for you as well as for your posterity.

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You sigh as you look down at the mask sitting in your lap. It has purple jewels spreading across the front, and a golden feather coming from the right side. Golden jewels on the corners of both eyes. On the back was a golden strap that was used to hold the mask to your face.

Your mother had stuffed you into a corseted gown, with purple material covered in black lace. The edges of the corset adorned with golden trimmings. Your hair rolled up in tight curls, put up half way with too many bobby pins for you to keep track of. This is so ridiculous…. you thought as the make up artist your mother hired for this event put the finishing touches on your face.

“Finished!” She beamed. “Now let us see how it looks with the mask on!”

You grumbled and looked up from your lap at yourself in the mirror. The makeup was way too much for your taste, but what could you do? Your parents always forced you to go to your father’s company events, none of them have ever been this extravagant to say the least. You usually just sulked back into a corner, trying to keep yourself as hidden as possible as all the older gentlemen moved about the floor with their dates on their arms. All exchanging greetings, and making business deals.

“Well…? Get on with it.” You made eye contact with your mother who had her arms crossed, leaning up against a post on your bed.

She was never kind, always harsh and kept herself at a distance. You longed for a mother that would hold you in her arms as she caressed your hair until you fell asleep as a child. One that would make you dinner, as you laughed when you helped her wash the dishes and accidentally got bubbles on her. These were dreams you had had since you were young, but there wasn’t any sign of them ever coming true.

You quietly put on the mask, adjusting it on your face so it did not block your vision. You smiled at your mom, hoping for some sort of reaction from her.

“Well done.” She said as she thanked the makeup artist, and turned on her heel to walk out of the room.

“M-Mom?” you spoke up. Your voice sounding weak and small. She turned around with an eyebrow raised, giving you the acknowledgement to go on. “Do you think I look okay?”

“Yes, yes, dear. You look very nice.” With that, she quickly made her way out of the room.

You sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. You put on the shoes that were waiting for you next to your bedroom door. At least your mother had the decency to let you wear flats to this event. The last one she made you wear heels to you lost your balance and knocked into a waiter carrying wine on a tray. It was a mess, and you thought your mother would faint from the way she had her mouth hanging open. She went on for weeks after that about how much you had embarrassed the family.

You grabbed your bag from off your bed and headed out your bedroom door, and towards the front of the house your parents had to of spend a fortune on. There were two staircases that went to a second floor where there were so many rooms you could house a small army. Your room was on the first floor, in the farthest corner of your house. Completely opposite of your parent’s room, which was on the second floor. The kitchen was always stocked with all the food you could ever want. You had thousands of channels, all of the latest gaming systems, a pool and tree house in the giant back yard. With all of this stuff, you often wondered how you could be so lonely. Your father always made sure you had the material things to keep you happy, but he didn’t understand you needed his physical company as well. He was always wrapped up in his work. Either on business trips, locked in his home office, or doing walk throughs of his many businesses to ensure they were up to his standards. Leaving you to the will of your Mother at all times.

You walked to the front door as the family butler opened the door from you. “Have an excellent evening Ms. Y/L/N” you gave him a warm smile, and thanked him as you made your way to the limo that already had your parents waiting inside.

You climbed in the car and took the seat closest to the driver, opting to lean your head on the window and watch the world fly by. It was at least a 20 minute drive to the family’s home that would be hosting the event. You wondered what it was about, but didn’t want to risk the conversation it would bring to ask. You gathered it was a masquerade, and for a business that was competition for your father, but you didn’t know why your family was invited. You looked between your mother and your father completely engrossed in their conversation before looking away. Keeping the rest of your thoughts in the back of your mind for the rest of the car ride.

You arrived to cars lining the driveway, as your car pulled up your driver offered you a hand to help you get out of the car after your mother and father had already begun making their way up the grand staircase that lead to the entryway of the house. This house was easily double the size of your own, and had bright lights illuminating the walkways and front yard.

Once you got to the top of the staircase there were four doormen at the top. One to take your coat, one to offer you a drink, and two to open the double front doors that lead you to the grand entry way.

Everything was covered in marble, from the floors, to the columns, even the ceiling. There was a huge silver chandelier covered in crystals, that matched the silver banisters that followed along the edge of the staircase that wrapped to the entry way. Everything was sparking, and smelt of fresh polish.

As you made your way to the ballroom the music they had playing, what sounded to be a live band, was getting louder. As well as the chatter of your fathers many business partners and their companions…or his competition. Either way, you couldn’t tell.

You quickly found a table that was unoccupied in the furthest corner to do what you do best at these things. You watched with your chin propped up on your hand as couples twirled around the dance floor, which was in the very center of the grandiose room. All of the women wearing dresses similar to yours, in all different colors. Their masks ranged from ones that covered only their eyes, some they had to hold up to their eyes with decorated plastic sticks. The men were wearing suits, with masks to match their partners. Some had jewels attached to them, and some were more simple.

“Are you just going to sit there all night, or are you going to make yourself seem the slightest bit presentable?” you stared wide eyed at your mother who was glaring down at you, your father wrapped in conversation behind her.

“I-I….Uh…” you stammered. Trying to ask her why she was bothering you now, when she usually ignored you in public.

“Stuttering is not an attractive quality, honey.” she sighed “Honestly. How are you going to find an appropriate man…” she turned away from you and walked away, latching herself onto you father’s arm and pretended to be interested into the ongoing topic of conversation. All while watching you from the corner of her eye to make sure you got up.

You pushed yourself away from the table with a roll of your eyes. You found the closest exit from the ballroom, finding yourself in a dimly lit hallway that had two hallways spanning on either side. In front of you was a section of wall that was all glass, looking out to a garden with large fountains. Ahh…thank you….You thought as you opened the door to walk through the maze like backyard.

The hedges rose on either side of you as you wandered further from the house, and away from all the people you felt you never belonged with. You took in a long breath of fresh air slowing exhaling the weight of your world to the stars that beautifully covered the night sky, letting your mind wander. I couldn’t see the sky like this from my house… You thought as your body came to a careening halt as you smacked into the body of someone else. Knocking you straight onto your back.

“Owww.” You said as you rubbed your backside. You looked up to see a boy, in the same state as you. Knocked on his ass, his head in his hands, rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh my god!” You yelled as you rushed towards the boy. You grabbed him by the elbow and tried to lift him from his sitting position on the ground. “I’m so sorry…I was looking at the stars and not paying attention to where I was going. Oh gosh, my mother says I’m always such a klutz.” you threw your slurred apologies at him quicker than you were sure he could comprehend. “You need to get your head out of the clouds and start acting like a lady.” you mimicked in your mom’s voice.

“Hey” the boy said. You were too lost in your ramblings to here him. “Hey!” he yelled. You jumped and turned to face him with your eyes open wide. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” he grumbled as he rubbed his temples.

You noticed how beautiful he was as he stood there. He was short and slender, but still slightly taller than you. He had black hair that hung over his eyes. He was wearing a white suit jacket that had a floral print, and a black button up. His mask was black on one side, and white on the other. You didn’t know whether to walk away and leave the boy, or stand there to make sure he was okay. You opted for the latter.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked “My name is Y/N…”

“Yes, yes. I am fine. Yoongi.” He introduced as he looked you in the eyes for the first time.

His eyes were beautiful. He stared at you as if he could see your every thought. He took your breath away, and the second he looked at you, he gave you the biggest smile. Not helping the whole no oxygen in lungs situation.

“Say, Y/N. Since you’re so fond of the stars, how about I take you to this hill where you can view them the best?”

“Okay. I would like that.” You said, hoping to get to know more about the handsome boy that now led your way.

You followed him the short walk up the hill, neither of you saying a word. Listening to your feet crunch against the gravel of the walkways, gradually turning into the soft shuffle of grass. You silently thanked your mother again for letting you wear these flats. Yoongi probably would have had to carry you if you had worn your heels. You giggled at the thought; Yoongi looked at you with side eyes, and a crooked smile, but said nothing.

Once you reached the top of the hill he threw himself down to the ground on his back, with his hands behind his head. As you stood there you wondered what you should do, how you should sit, how close to him you should sit. He raised his head to look at you, and patted the spot next to him on the ground.

You moved to his side immediately, and laid in the same manner he did.

“Mother is going to kill me if I mess my hair up.” you mused.

“Ah, so it seems you come from the same type of family I do.” He replied.

You gazed up at the stars, wondering how he found such a beautiful spot. He must have spent all night wandering these gardens. You had never seen so many shooting stars in one place. They glided across the sky with such ease. You didn’t think you had enough wishes, or could wish fast enough, for the amount of them. That sure as hell didn’t stop you from trying. You got about 10 wishes in before your train of thought was broken.

“What are you wishing for?” Yoongi asked.

“Hah,” you scoffed. “What am I not wishing for.”

Yoongi rolled over on his side and propped his head up on his elbow. He looked at you for a moment, before continuing.

“What was your first wish?” He pressed.

You sighed, and then replied to the boy. “To be free.” you confessed. You quickly looked at him and started back peddling, wishing you had never said anything. “I-I’m sorry. I know that sounds stupid, and cliche. I’m not a tiger locked up against my will or anything. It’s just the importance that comes with my family’s name.” You said “I’m always told where to go, what to say, what to look like, who to date, next they’re probably going to decide who I marry.” you huffed before throwing yourself back onto the ground with your arms up in the air. Wanting nothing more than to become one of those shining stars that people admired so much.

“No, I definitely wouldn’t say you’re a tiger. More like a lamb.” He grinned, his grin turning into a chuckle as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“I know how you feel though. Why do you think I am outside wandering the gardens instead of inside attending to my families guests?” He asked.

Your eyes almost bulged out of your head, and you were once again sitting up, looking down at him. “What, This is your families party?!” you exclaimed.

“You know, if you keep sitting up and laying down like that you are going to make your head spin.” He chuckled. “I guess we’re not so different huh?”

You looked at him and nodded as you folded your legs to sit in a criss cross position. Moving your dress to where there was no danger of him seeing anything higher than your shins.

“I would like to see the beautiful girl behind the mask, if you would let me.” He said as he moved to mirror your position. He touched his knees to yours, and looked you in the eyes. You nodded, and he moved to remove your mask. He gave you a crooked smile as he put the fly away hairs from where the mask was sitting back into place. You let him, and then moved to remove his mask as well. Of course all he would have to do is shake his head to make his hair look absolutely perfect again. You scoffed.

“I could’ve looked like a troll under here for all you knew.” You cocked your head at him.

“Who said I don’t think trolls are beautiful?” He grinned. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, before moving to storm off. “Hey! Wait! I was just kidding.” He grabbed onto your hand. “Please, stay here with me.” You sat back down, but not as close and crossed your arms. Giving him the dirtiest look you could muster. He scooted closer to you, to where your knees were once again touching, his eyes gleaming as he looked into yours. He cupped your jawline lightly, and rubbed your cheek as he did.

“I truly believe you are the most beautiful being I have run into at one of these things, quite literally in fact.” you blushed and moved your eyes away from him. “I truly mean that.” He didn’t want you to feel like he was lying to you in any way.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, trying to hid the fact that he was making you blush so hard. “Anytime.” He smiled.

You both sat there for a moment, looking into eachother’s eyes. Enjoying the quiet, but comfortable, moment that had enveloped you. Your thoughts were running wild, but they landed on one single subject. His name. Who he was. What his family meant to your family.

You had gotten so caught up in the beauty of him and the stars and the conversation that you didn’t even stop to think about the weight his words held. You immediately bolted up from your seated position on the ground, tearing his hand away from your face. You backed away from him as he looked up at you with wide eyes. You turned on the balls of your feet and started running down the hill, and back to your parents in the ballroom. “Wait!” he called after you. “Y/N! Wait!”

He quickly caught up to you and grabbed you by the arm. “Wait.” he said, his breath heaving from the sprinting he had to do to catch up with you. “What is wrong? Did I say something to hurt you? Please, tell me what I did so I can fix it.”

“It’s not what you said that is wrong, it is who you are that is wrong.” you mumbled. “I mean, not you as a person….You as in your last name, your family.” He seemed very confused as to why this would be an issue to you, rightfully so. You hadn’t really told him anything of value about yourself.

“I am Y/N Y/L/N. My father is Y/D/N Y/L/N. Your family has been his rival company for as long as I can remember, and if he sees me with you, he will never let me leave the house.”

Yoongi seemed shocked, but he quickly hid his emotions behind a facade of seriousness. “I don’t care.” Yoongi said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I want to get to know you. I need to get to know you. You and I are one in the same. I think that is worth taking the chance, don’t you?” He said as he held your hands and looked into your eyes.

You were about to respond when you heard your mother shriek your name from behind you. “Get away from this boy!!” she demanded, as she tore you out of his embrace by your elbow. “Do you have any idea who he is?!” she continued yelling at you. Your eyes dropped to the floor, your hands folded together at your waist. Already missing the warm feeling of Yoongi’s hands around yours.

“Yes, I know who he is.” You mumbled through gritted teeth. You raised your eyes to meet your mother’s, to face her head on. You were tired of shying away from her. “I know who he is, and I don’t care!” You yelled back.

“Now, now Y/N. This is not the time, nor the place for this.” Your father’s voice came from behind your mother. He was a few steps back, engulfed in his phone. Answering more emails you had assumed. You rolled your eyes at him and looked over your shoulder towards where Yoongi had been standing.

Your eyes widened as you saw him freeze where he was standing as a man slightly taller than him walked up and put his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. A shorter, extremely beautiful woman standing on the other side. Her hands gracefully at her sides as her eyes bore into yours.

“You’re not to see this boy again, do you understand me?” Your mother demanded, bringing your attention back to her. “I said, do you understand me?”

You didn’t have time to answer her, as Yoongi’s parents spoke up behind you. “We tend to agree, Yoongi.” You whirled around to face them, your mouth hanging wide open. His father looked down at him “We do not think she is good company for you to be around. I mean, look at her.” He chuckled as he rose an eyebrow in your direction.

That seemed to have gotten your father’s attention, for once, as he stormed in front of you as if to shield you from their comments. “That is enough, you will not speak to my daughter in this manner. If you have any issues you may take them up with me.”

Your eyes started to well up as you lifted your eyes to Yoongi, to look at him for the last time. You don’t know what came over you, but what you felt in the short couple hours with Yoongi was more love and compassion than you had felt in your entire life. He was someone that would listen to you talk, listen to your thoughts on the world. All the while having a smile on his face, never getting tired of you droning on. He would engage with you in conversation, and not dismiss your thoughts or actions as nothing more than being a silly girl, too young to know the world. Yet too old to have thoughts about such things as the stars, or why humans thought and acted the way they do. You felt as if the universe had wrapped a lasso around your heart, and drug you straight into Yoongi’s arms.

Yoongi was looking at you in alarm, biting his lip and deciding whether to intervene or not. You shook your head at him, and he looked down at the ground. “I have no need to speak with you further, I will see you at the next event. We can talk about how far your numbers have dropped because of my success.” Yoongi’s father laughed as he turned around and headed back towards their house. “Let’s go Yoongi.” He called over his shoulder, as his mother wrapped an arm around Yoongi’s and pulled him away. You eyes never left his, and his yours, as you were both hauled away from each other.

You climbed into the limo, and crawled as far away from your parents as possible. “Tsk, Y/N. This is a silly matter to get this upset over.” Your mother ticked at you. You glared at her from the corners of your eyes, but chose to keep your comments to yourself. She sighed in response, but said nothing more on the subject. You stared out the window for the entire duration of the car ride home. Your thoughts engulfed with recounting the night’s events, and how you could see Yoongi again.

When you got home you quickly made your way to your room without a word to anyone in the household. You ripped the bobby pins and hair ties out of your hair, threw your dress on the floor, and made your way under the safety and comfort of your blankets where you cried yourself to sleep. Only when you began dreaming of Yoongi’s gummy smile, and the way he laughed did you relax enough to sleep soundly.

You awoke in the middle of the night to a light tap….tap…..tap against your window. You looked at the clock and saw that it read 3:00 AM. You groaned and rubbed your face, throwing the covers over your head.

Tap

The sound continued every couple seconds. “Urghhh. What is that???” you grumbled as you begrudgingly threw yourself out of bed. You put your robe on, and shuffled over towards the window. You peeked behind the curtains to see someone chucking rocks at your window. You threw open your curtains and window to give the stranger a piece of your mind, when you noticed a familiar gummy grin staring up at you from behind a black ball cap with rings on the rim.

“Yoongi?!” You whisper yelled at him. He waved at you, and motioned for you to join him. You looked behind you to see if there was any noise from your parents. When you heard nothing you turned to him and motioned for him to wait for a minute. You hurriedly went back into your room and dressed into something more appropriate.

You turned to the window and climbed out of it, careful not to miss your step and fall. You jogged over to where Yoongi was standing, and threw your arms around his neck. He nuzzled his face into your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist, returning your embrace.

You pulled away from him and cupped his face with both of your hands. “What are you doing here??” You asked “You could get into so much trouble.”

“Nothing, and no one will keep me away from you now that I know how special you are.” He replied.

“How did you even get here?” He motioned to a black motorcycle hiding in the brush next to your house. “Well that explains the jacket…” you laughed.

He motioned for you to join him, beginning to head towards his bike. “Wait wait, you want me to ride on that? With you?” You asked, eye the bike carefully. “Yes, what have you never seen a bike before?” He laughed as he handed you a smaller black helmet. You put the helmet on your head before answering him. “Have you met my mother?” You scoffed. “Her head would explode from yelling if she ever saw me on this.”

Yoongi nodded in understanding as he secured the straps underneath your chin. “Well then, let’s make sure she never sees you.” He winked at you and began pushing his bike down the side of the house, towards the street. He turned on the bike, earning a growl from the engine as is came to a start. He turned around and patted the seat behind him. “Come on, Y/N. It doesn’t bite.”

You carefully eyed the bike as you swung your leg over and secured your feet on the pegs that were attached to the side. “Hang on tight.” Yoongi yelled as he kicked his feet off the ground. You tightly wrapped your arms around his chest, burying your face in his back and tightly shutting your eyes.

You were pressed so closely to him that you were inhaling his scent radiating off his jacket with every breath you took. He smelt of a cologne that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, and freshly cleaned laundry.

He pulled into a diner that was on the outskirts of the city. “I’ve never been here before.” You said as you looked around the parking lot. “Yeah, not many people have. But, I assure you, you will return once you taste the food.” He said as he took of his helmet, shaking his head to put his hair neatly back into place.

You pulled off your helmet as he extended out his arm to secure it to its place on the bike. “Shall we?” He asked, offering you his elbow. You wrapped your arm around his as he guided you inside the restaurant.

You sat across from Yoongi in the booth that your waitress offered to you.

“Hello. What can I get for you?” The waitress lackadaisically took your drink orders, then took off behind the kitchen door as you looked over the menu.

“So, what would you recommend?” You looked at yoongi over your menu as he thought about your question.

“Well….Their waffles are what made me want to keep coming here….” He mused. “So I would say the waffle plate.”

The waitress came back with your drinks just as he was finishing his sentence. “Perfect timing” He beamed as he placed his menu back on the table. “We will have two waffle plates, please.” He ordered. The waitress nodded, then scurried back to the kitchen.

“So….” You began, crossing your arms on the table. “You let me drone on about my family last time. It’s your turn.”

Yoongi put his finger around his chin as he scrunched his eyebrows. Appearing to be deep in thought. “My father is always buried in his work. Nothing new there. My mother is off doing god knows what, but she is never home. I mostly have the house to myself.”

“I don’t know which is worse. Always having your mother there, or never knowing where she is.” You laughed to yourself. “Were on opposite side of the Mom spectrum.”

“It appears so.” He said with a crooked smile.

“What do you do with all that free time?” You questioned.

“I like to sleep mostly.” He said as he took a sip of his soda. “Sleeping keeps the body healthy!”

“Yeah, or makes your body slowly turn into a rock.” You giggled.

“And the problem with that isss….?” He gave you a questioning look, waiting for an answer. When you shook your head at him with a smile, he continued.

“Aside from sleeping, I like to make music.” He propped his elbow up on the table, interlocking his hands. “My parents had a spare room, I know hard to imagine, that they let me occupy a few years back.” He said. “They bought me a piano, and I found the rest of the equipment on my own. Doing some odd jobs here and there to get the money for it.”

“Since then, I have been messing with different sounds. Writing lyrics. Things like that.” He seemed deep in thought as you listened. “I don’t know where I’m going to go with it, but for now it is enough to fill my days. I truly enjoy doing it, so why not put in all my effort.” He smiled.

You returned his smile as you thought of what to ask him next. Your waitress cleared her throat, breaking you from your thoughts, as she set the plates down in front of you. The waffles smelt delicious. They were huge taking up almost the entire plate. The butter had already begun to melt, as the syrup dripped off the side and onto the plate. “Well I’m glad I didn’t get any sides.” You looked up at Yoongi who had already shoved a bite of his waffle in his mouth. The sight of him with pursed lips, and cheeks full like a chipmunk sent you into a fit of laughter. He kept asking “What’s so funny?!” Through furrowed eyebrows as you tried to calm down.

The rest of your meal was spent exchanging jokes and getting to know one another better. By the time your meal ended you we extremely and utterly full. If you even looked at another waffle you would explode.

“Are you ready to go?” Yoongi asked, beginning to slide out of the booth.

“If we have to…” You groaned as Yoongi extended his hand out to you. You took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together and grabbing his arm with the other hand as you walked out of the restaurant.

“That was one of the best, if not the best, waffle I’ve ever had.” You said as Yoongi put the helmet on your head, once again securing the straps under your chin.

“I’m not a child, I can do it by myself.” You quipped, as you put your hands on your hips and waited for his reply. “I know, but I have to make sure that my girl is safe. I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt on this bike.” He shook his head as you felt your cheeks heating up at his use of ‘my girl’.

“O-oh.” You stuttered as Yoongi climbed on the bike, patiently waiting for you to take your spot.

The ride home was much faster than you wanted it to be. You would spend all your time with Yoongi if you could. You got off the bike, handing the helmet back to him. “I had a great night. Thank you, Yoongi.” You looked at the ground, nervous of what he would say next. Did he have fun too? Or were you so boring he never wants to go out with you again?

“I hope it won’t be the last.” He was suddenly off his bike. He removed his helmet as he walked closer to you. He held your face in his hands as he brought your eyes up to meet his. He lowered his head to where his lips were dangerously close to yours. You could feel his breath fanning across your face as he searched your face for any hints you didn’t want to continue.

He pressed his lips to yours in a light kiss. You grabbed his jacket and pulled your body closer to his. He pulled away way too quick for your liking and rubbed your cheeks with his thumb. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He placed one last chaste kiss on your lips before climbing on his bike and taking off.

“Goodnight.” You whispered and made your way to your window.

You climbed through your window with a smile on your face as you thought about the night’s events. You froze in your steps, your entire body feeling cold as if all the heat had followed Yoongi down the road, as you noticed your Mother sitting in the corner of the room. Her hands were folded across her lap, staring you down through narrowed eyes.

“Just where have you been?!” She demanded.

“I-I well I-Uh” You nervously shuffled back and forth, trying to come up with an answer that would get you off the hook.

“Tsk, We’ve been over this Y/N.” She scolded as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Stuttering is not an attractive quality to an appropriate man.”

Without giving you any more time to think, “You were with that boy weren’t you?!” You stared at her like a deer in headlights, not wanting to confirm what she already knew. “Weren’t you?! Answer me!”

You nodded, without looking her in the eyes. “Just as I thought.” She sighed. “You are not to leave this room. I will bring you food and water, but you will never see that boy again. I will assure you.”

You were shocked, locked in place by your mother’s words. Put railings on the windows, lock all the doors, sure. But lock you to your room and only your room?? Was she insane?

She turned to walk out of your room, stopping in the door frame. She turned around and headed for your window, “I almost forgot…”

“Mother, No!” You screamed as she turned the key to lock your window. Sealing your fate of ever being able to feel Yoongi’s touch again. Never being able to feel his warmths. The thought made tears quickly fall down your cheeks. Your mother brushing past you as she exited your room. You crawled into your bed and pulled the covers over your head.

The next night Yoongi was again at your window. He knocked 3 times before backing away, waiting for you to come over to greet him. When you didn’t, he knocked again. He lowered his head towards the ground, and walked back towards his bike. Wondering what he had done wrong the night before, what he could have done differently. He paced his room all night, thinking of what to do next. He decided he wouldn’t give up on you, he would sit out there all night if he had to.

The night after he made his decision, you heard the now familiar three knocks on your window. You were left in your room alone this time, you sprinted to your window and tore the curtains open. You saw Yoongi visible exhale. His features quickly turning to worry as he took in your appearance. You had been crying for two days. You hadn’t taken care of your hair, nor changed your clothes. You mother heaved clothes on top of you to change into, but you couldn’t will yourself to move. You held a finger up to him, asking him to hold on for a second. When he nodded you moved to your desk. Retrieving a piece of paper, and a pen. You quickly scrawled on the paper.

My mother locked me in here. She will not let me see you.

He nodded in realization before pulling out his phone. He typed his phone number on the screen then held it up for you to see. You smiled at him, and pulled out your own phone. You typed the numbers into your call log, then pressed the button to connect you to him.

He answered as soon as the call came though. “Yoongi…” You exhaled. “Yoongi, she was waiting for me when I got home. She has locked me in here ever since. I don’t know what to do.”

You were sobbing by then. Pressing your hand to the window. He walked up and pressed his hand to yours.

“It’s okay. Shhhh. It’s okay.” He tried to calm you. “I will be here every night. I will not leave you. If this is our only point of contact so be it. I will not give up on you.”

You nodded at him through your tears as he backed up to sit on the floor. You talked until almost sunrise, your eyes barely being held open. You blew Yoongi a kiss as he said his goodbyes. He pretended to catch it and put it in his pocket, making you laugh. He took off and you laid down, planning to sleep until he could return to you.

It had been three weeks. Three whole weeks that your mother first locked you up in your room. Every night Yoongi came to your window, and every night you would talk until the sun came up.

Your mother had requested the house staff move the TV into your room, as well as all your gaming consoles. Assuming this was doing enough of a job to keep you away from Yoongi.

She entered your room and looked around, making sure everything was put up correctly. She cleared her throat “I am going to be leaving for two weeks. Your father has a business trip he needs me to accompany him on. We will be back then.” You didn’t turn to look at her. Focusing on the show on TV instead. “Sydney will be in charge of you until I return.” At the mention of her name, you saw the beloved housemaid enter your room. Giving you a wide smile. You turned to smile back at her, after all she wasn’t locking you in this room. She didn’t deserve your wrath.

Your mother turned to leave, but Sydney remained. You gave her a questioning look. She quickly shook her head, and placed a finger to her mouth. She walked over to the window, and turned the key to unlock it. You stared at her with your eyes wide, and your mouth hanging open.

“Thank you….” You whispered. You got off your bed when she said nothing, and rounded the room to where she was standing. You grabbed both of her hands, wanting to show her your sincerest gratitude for what she had just done. “Thank you. You will never know how much this means.”

She nodded and quickly exited your room. You pulled your phone off the bed side table and typed out a quick message to Yoongi. The window has been unlocked.

You set the phone back down, and waited restlessly for his return that night.

Tap

You threw open your window for the first time in weeks. Nearly hurling yourself out the window towards him.

“Let’s go. I have a surprise for you.” He grabbed your hand and began leading the way towards your old tree house. “The tree house?” you mused. “I haven’t been up there since I was a kid.” you said as you began following him up the wooden posts.

“I know, everything was covered in dust. Don’t worry, though. I cleaned it up for us.” He grinned down at you as you shot him a confused look. As he reached his hand down to help you make the rest of the way into the tree house you asked, “Wait, how long have you…” Your sentence was cut off by complete and utter shock. The entire tree house had been cleaned, and in the middle of the floor laid a stack of blankets, pillows, candles, and some fruit. “Yoongi….” you breathed.

“I know, I know…Lighting candles in a tree house, not the smartest of ideas. I figured if they were covered and out of the way, it would be okay…” He said as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Not that you doofus!” You shoved his shoulder and he laughed. “Although you do make a good point.”

“What do you think?” He asked as he grabbed your hands and looked into your eyes.

“This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me….Thank you.” You said quietly.

He pulled you into a hug; your face pressed against his chest and arms wrapped around his middle. He placed his lips on the top of your head, and left them there for a couple seconds. Letting each other relish in the others embrace for the first time in weeks.

“Shall we?” He smiled and extended his arm towards the blankets letting you take your seat first.

You sat cross legged on the floor, knees touching knees as you did the first time you had met each other. You smiled as you popped a grape into your mouth. Yoongi was eating an orange when he decided to line the peel along his teeth. You doubled over in laughter as he opened his mouth to show you his new set of teeth. He laughed and then placed the peel on the plate.

“You know, Y/N. One day I will get you out of here. One day soon.” He looked at you, his tone serious. “We will go away together. Away from our parents that make our lives miserable. Away from this city that only thrives off competition. Somewhere where you can look up at the stars every night, and make wishes that aren’t desperate pleas.” He was pacing now, he walked over to the window and rested his palms on the sill. You stood up and walked over to him, wrapped your arms tight around his waist and resting your head against his back. “I would make you my queen. You would never feel unhappy or inferior again.” He sighed. “Sorry I am being so cliche. I just feel so desperate to make you the happiest person alive.” He confessed as he shook his head and looked towards the ceiling.

“And you would be my king.” You replied, silencing all the worries in his head about being too sappy towards you.

He turned around in your arms to face you. As he cupped your face in his hands you noticed he was looking from your lips to your eyes. You made the decision for him, and closed the distance between you. Your lips connected to his softly at first, gradually growing more needy. He entangled his hands in your hair as he took your bottom lip in between his teeth. You moaned into the kiss and he broke away just long enough to give you a playful smirk. His eyes were swimming with lust, the sight made heat quickly develop in your core as your stomach did flips.

Yoongi picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist as he made his way over to the pillows. He carefully laid you down on your back, touching his forehead to yours as he did. He settled himself between your legs and began kissing down your neck. You rolled your hips into his as he began to snake his hands underneath your hoodie. You helped him remove the article of clothing before leaning back against the pillows. He groaned when he saw that you didn’t have a bra on, “What did you expect? You pulled me out of bed…” You quipped as you moved your eyes away from his, blushing.

“Less work for me, more of a view I get of you.” He shot back. You laughed and pulled on his neck to bring him back into a heated kiss. He make his way back down to your neck, except he didn’t stop there. You gasped as he swirled his tounge around your nipple, grasping your other breast in his palm. He made his descent towards the waistband of your sweat pants, and gave you a look with his eyebrows raised; asking for permission. You nodded at him with a smile, and raised your hips as he hooked his thumbs into your pants and removed them, along with your underwear, with ease.

He lowered himself between your thighs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders. He bit your inner thigh, but was quick to fix it by gingerly kissing the area. He made his way down your thigh, closer to where you needed him most. Wiggling under his touch the closer he got.

“Hmm. So wet for me.” He groaned as he delve in, running his tongue along your slit before stopping at your clit. The contact making lewd sounds as he sucked and licked at the area. Your hands found purchase in his hair as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. You were already a moaning mess, but that didn’t stop him from entering two fingers into you, and curling them to brush against your g-spot.

“Yoongi…” You breathlessly moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. Never once relieving the incredible amount of pressure he was putting on your clit. He knew you were close when you started bucking your hips into his face. He began to move his fingers and tongue faster as his free hand held you down. All it took was one quick quirk of his fingers and you were tumbling off. Your body shivered and your back arched as he helped you through your high, running his hands calmingly along your sides.

You were lost in a lust filled haze when you heard his pants and belt buckle hit the ground. He was stepping out of them, and pulling his shirt over his head. He climbed back to hover over your body as he kissed you. He did not hesitate to explore your mouth and you welcomed any sort of contact from him.

He sat back on his knees as his hardened member stood towards his stomach. He wrapped his hand around it and pumped it a couple times before rubbing the tip along your folds. He groaned as your juices covered his tip, biting his lip and looking at you with hooded eyes. He positioned himself at your entrance and began slowly pushing inside you. Relishing the way you tightened around him. You wrapped your hands around his forearms and moaned as he entered you entirely, stilling long enough to let you get used to him.

He removed your hands from his forearms, lacing your fingers between his. He brought your arms above your head as he propped himself up on his forearms, never letting go of your hands. “You really are…the most….beautiful woman I have ever….laid eyes on…” He said between light kisses. You laughed at him, before craning your next to feel the warmth of his lips on yours again.

He began rolling his hips, setting a slow unhurried pace. Making sure you felt every part of him; his emotions, his feelings towards you seeping from every pore in his body. You kissed his neck as he let go of your hands to steady himself over you, giving him access to move a little bit faster. Chasing his own high as he began rubbing his thumb against your clit to bring you to yours.

The room was filled with sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. You felt heat begin to make it’s way down your stomach, threatening to snap and ignite flames all over your body. “Yoongi” You panted. “Yoongi, I’m close”

He picked up his pace and began quickly pushing himself into you. You moaned as your body began to quiver, your thighs beginning to tighten around Yoongi. Then you felt it, the chord that held any part of you together snapped. You felt a rush of overwhelming pleasure as your breath left your lungs. Air flooding back in as you crashed down from your high. Yoongi collapsed into your neck as you felt him spill inside of you. You combed your fingers through his hair, and lightly rubbed his back as his breathing came down to a normal pace.

He pulled out of you and rolled over to your side as you wound an arm around his shoulder. He chose you as a pillow as opposed to the other pillows he stacked around the room. You both laid in silence, letting the sounds of crickets from outside fill the air.

“Let’s run away.” Yoongi said.

“You’ve said that already, we are going to find a place someday where it will be just you and I.” You replied.

“No, I mean right now. Let’s run away right now.” He looked up at you and you could tell he was completely serious. Your mouth dropped in shock as you considered his words.

Of course you wanted to run away with him! Of course there would never be a ‘Good Time’ to do it! Now was as good of a time as any! You couldn’t bring yourself out of your panic and worries of actually doing it. “Bu-Bu-But Yoongi, how would we do that? What about my parents? What about your parents?”

“Psh, what about them?” He asked as he sat up on his elbow. “Look Y/N, I know what I want, and I cannot picture my life without you. Now is as good of a time as any. So what is the issue?”

You looked at him in alarm, but the truth is, you couldn’t think of a single plausible issue that would keep you from going with you. Your parents? I’m sure they would be thoroughly pissed, maybe even worried. But there was nothing they could do once you were away to have you back in their clutches.

“Let’s go.” You said, surprising even yourself. Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes, not believing that you would be that easily swayed.

Yoongi stood up and grabbed your clothes and handed them to you before quickly dressing himself. As you were getting dressed he cleaned up and folded the blankets and pillows to shove them back into the backpack he brought with him.

“Are you ready?” He asked as he threw the last strap of the backpack over his shoulder. You nodded at him and offered him a half hearted smile. He said nothing about it, but you knew he could feel your second thoughts about running away with him.

You both made your way down the wooden posts that lined the tree. He held out his hand for you to take, which you gladly accepted as he led the way back to your house. You held his hand tightly and gnawed on your lip as you went through every scenario about how this could possibly go wrong in your head.

Yoongi whirled you in front of him and once you were facing him he moved his hands to your shoulder. He placed a light kiss on your forehead before bringing you to his chest in a tight embrace. “It will be okay.” He said. He let go of you and looked you in the eyes. “I will be back for you in one hour, okay?” You nodded at him with worried etched on every feature of your face. “I love you, Yoongi.” You told him. You had an insatiable fear that it would be the last time you would be able to say that to him. “I love you too, Y/N. I always will.” He replied, seriousness in every syllable.

You watched him walk to his bike. He pushed it to the street before turning it on, in an attempt to be as quiet as possible. Once you saw him disappear down the street, you hopped back into your room through your window. Okay, okay. What to get first. Focus Y/N…. You moved towards your closet and threw open the doors, grabbing the first normal sized backpack you saw.

You walked over to your dresser, rummaging through all the drawers. Selecting enough underwear, bras, shirts, and pants to last you a week. You figured if and when you needed more, you could purchase them after you were able to make a living on your own. The thought froze you in place. Being able to make a living on your own. The sentence repeated itself over and over in your head. “How am I going to make a living on my own…” You whispered to yourself. You shook your head Trust in Yoongi… You reassured yourself as you ran to your bed, throwing the backpack on it to shove your phone charger into one of the front pockets.

You looked around your room, trying to see if there was anything you were forgetting. You checked the time on your phone, 30 minutes before he comes back. You wondered how he was fairing. If he had any second thoughts, or wasn’t even planning on coming at all. If he had already packed himself up, and was on his way. You wanted to say goodbye. You felt you had owed your parents that much. They had raised you, provided for you, and made sure you were healthy for your entire life. Were they distant? Yes. Was your mom harsh with you? Yes. But you still felt an overwhelming sense sadness about leaving it all behind.

You walked over to your desk. Opening each drawer until you found the loose pieces of paper and a pen. You began writing, tears welling up as you did.

Mother, Father.

I love you both very much, but I cannot continue to let you both rule every step I take. I need to learn somethings on my own. Yoongi is the choice I have made, I’m sorry if you do not think he is the ‘appropriate’ vision of a man that you had in mind for me. He has shown me more love and kindness that I have experienced thus far and I need to see where this road will take me. I thank you for all you have given me, but I also want you to see the error of your ways.

Father, the business will always be there. Will your family? You made sure I had all the toys, and entertainment I could ever want. That never replaced the need I felt for your love. Please, cherish each other more. Material items will not leave a legacy, the love and kindness you show others will.

Mother, I know you always wanted the best for me. You had your own way of showing it, but I know the sentiment was there. You always felt like you were out of my reach. I wanted to talk to you, I wanted to tell you about my day. I just wanted to spend time with you. Time that did not revolve around getting ready, or making me presentable. Such trivial matters hold great importance whether you realize it or not.

I will write you often. Please rest assure that wherever we set our hearts on, I will be safe. I will be taken care of.

I do not expect you to forgive me, but please understand.

I will love you always,

Y/N

A tear fell down your cheek as you folded the letter and walked over to place it neatly on your bed.

You heard a light knock at your window and you knew it was Yoongi. You nearly tripped over your own feet in your haste to make it to the window. You pulled apart your blinds to reveal a beaming Yoongi, smiling up at you. You threw the window open and lowered your backpack down to him. With you soon following after. You closed your window, taking one last look at the life you were leaving behind.

“Are you ready?” Yoongi whispered in your ear. Raising goosebumps on your arms and neck. You nodded at him and gave him just as big of a smile as he was giving you. You cupped the sides of his face and placed a light kiss on his lips. “I’ve never been more ready for anything.” You told him. “Well then let’s go…” He turned around as he held out his hand to yours. You gladly accepted it. Feeling his warmth as his hand encompassed yours.

He lead you to his bike, which he had stashed in the same place as earlier. He put your helmet on your head, tightly securing the straps underneath your chin before putting on his own. He strapped his bag to the back of his motorcycle, while you threw yours over your shoulders.

He threw his leg over the bike and started it up. Patting the seat for you to take. You climbed on behind him, and wound your hands around his center holding tightly as he kicked off and made his way towards the road.

“Where are we heading?” He said to you over the roar of the bike.

“Somewhere far from here.” You said back.

He smiled as he followed the winding road away from your house. Meeting the beginning of your new lives together.

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