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kining-the-evil · 11 months

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Hi omg I love your writing so much!!!!!!

I was wondering if you could please write a Jason Dean x little sister where she gets sick and he is the only one there to help her (cuz their dad is crazy).

Thank you and it is 200% your choice

Cough Syrup

/Summary/: you get sick at school, and Jd is the only one who can come an pick you up

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/An/: thank you so much! I’m glad you like my writing! This is more of a Drabble but I hope you like!

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/warnings/: vomiting, fever, fem!sister!reader, mentions of a shity dad, mentions of Jd and Veronica’s toxic relationship, soft!jd that may seem slightly out of character but i dong care, I like him being soft for reader

/heathers taglist/: Let me know if you want added!

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Jason Dean really was having a shity day. For starters, you had been late waking up, throwing off his whole schedule and making you both late to school. And now Veronica was ignoring him. Again. Some bullshit he couldn’t even remember had made her mad, so now he had to think of a way to apologize without really apologizing.

He was staring off into space during 4th period when the school intercom called him to the office. While Jason was always happy to miss his language arts class, he worried slightly about what they wanted. As far as he knew, he hadn’t done anything recently that would warnt being called to the office.

“Jason Dean?” The main secretary questioned when he walked in. Jason had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes and nodded. “Phone call for you.” She held out the phone for him to take.

“Hello?”

“Is This Jason Dean?” A shrill voice asked.

“Yes, who is this?”

“I’m Mss. Daniels, I’m the nurse at Sherwood elementary. I have y/n here in the office, she threw up in class. I wasn’t able to get a hold of your father-“

“Does she needs picked up?” Jd was leaning against the wall in the office, glancing at the few people coming in and out of the office.

“She does. We were hoping you could get a hold of-“

“I’ll be there soon.” And he hung up the phone before passing it to the secretary. He quickly went to his locker before leaving the building to get to your school. Mentally, he wondered if you were actually sick, it wouldn’t be the first time you faked to get out of class. If you had he may tell you off for a bit, but ultimately he didn’t care much. School was a waist of time at your age anyways now that you could do math, read, and write.

All thoughts of you faking, however, were quickly gone when he got to the school and saw you. You were curled up on one of the chairs in the office, shivering slightly. You looked pale, and had a good layer of sweat covering you. He immediately felt like shit for yelling at you this morning. You must of felt like shit, and him yelling couldn’t have helped.

“I’m head to pick y/n up.”

“Are you her father?”

“Yep.” Jd easily lied to the women, knowing it would be easier if she thought that. He just prayed she thought he’d had you when he was really young. He had to sign a few papers before getting the ok to take you, in which he took your backpack and led you outside. Jd froze however when he realized he only had his bike.

“Do- do you think you can handle riding?” You were already leaning your body on his, eyes half closed, but you nodded.

“Ya…”

Your brother sighed loudly, he probably shouldn’t let you ride with him but your house was to far away to walk and he sure as hell didn’t want to leave his bike here. Maybe, if he’d thought ahead he could have asked Veronica…

“Can we Go?” You whined slightly, pulling Jd back to the present.

“Ya, Just keep a tight hold, ok?” When you nodded he climbed on, helping you on as well before taking off. Luckily, the ride seemed to go quickly and before you knew it he was pulling up to the large house you called home.

“Ok, why don’t-“ Jd was cut off when you practically jumped off of the bike and threw up in the flower bed. He cringed slightly at the idea of what the flowers would look- and smell, like after words, but didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he rubbed up and down your back, trying to comfort you until you were done.

“Finished?” He asked, earning him a nod. “Ok, let’s get you inside then. Go change and then come back down to the living room.”

“Ok.” And you disappeared upstairs while jd went on a hunt for everything he’d need. Some cough syrup, which would hopefully help since it was the only medication they had in the house, some extra blankets, a cool compression, and he even started some tea to bring out to you.

This wasn’t the first time Jd had to take care of you while you were sick. Hell, he’d practically been raising you since your mom died. He wasn’t even surprised that your dad hadn’t answered when the school called, he probably wouldn’t even notice you were sick. Asshole.

“Ok, I know it’s going to taste like shit but you’ve got it take it-“ Jd stoped when he didn’t see you laying on the couch like he’d expected. It had been a good 20 minutes, you should already be down here, maybe playing a tape you liked or listening to the radio.

“Y/n?” He called out, carrying the stuff up the stairs and checking your room. Nothing. Bathroom? Nope. Guest room? No. Finally he checked his own bedroom, which is where he found you.

You were curled up in his bed, eyes shut as you slept. His blanket was pulled tightly to your body, and when he got closer he recognized one of his shirts on you. He sighed slightly before shaking you gently. He didn’t want to wake you up, but he needed to see if this medicine would help or if he’s have to go to the story later.

“Come on, wake up.” He tried to be gentle, watching your eyes flutter open.

“What…?”

“Sorry kid, but you need to take this.” He held up the small cup of cough syrup. You reached for it, sleep making your brain foggy as you swallowed it. It wasn’t until after that you reacted to the taste.

“Gross.” You mumbled, handing the cup to him and hearing him chuckle.

“I know. But you can go back to sleep now-“ you grabbed his arm when he tried to stand up.

“Stay, please,” you whined.

“You’re going to make me lay in bed with you?” Jd tried to joke, but your eyes quickly filled with tears. “Hey! No, I was just joking. If you want me to lay with you I will.”

He quickly pulled back the covers to slid into bed with you. “See?” You seemed to calm down, cuddling into your brothers body with your arms wrapped around him as you drifted back to sleep.

#jason dean heathers #heathers (1988)#heathers x reader #heathers the movie #jd x reader #jason dean x child reader #jason dean x reader #jason dean x sister!reader #request

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sneverussape · 3 months

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walpurgis

another one that's been in my drafts for a while. it's just a lil ficlet so don't expect much hehe

@greens-your-color prompt # 25: DEATH EATER (scenario 1)

summary: a group is taking over the Wizarding World's news by storm and severus is naturally curious

“Lily?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you heard of these? These Knights of Walpurgis?”

Lily turned to look at Severus only to give him a disdainful eyeroll. “What do you want to know about them for?”

“Well, who are they even?” Severus was more than a little curious, but he was also apprehensive.

“Nobody special. They’re just a bunch of people who believe in a load of malarkey.”

Severus frowned. That certainly wasn’t the description he expected. “Malarkey? Like what?”

This time, Lily granted him a heavy sigh from behind the heavy tome she was reading. “Honestly, Severus, you shouldn’t believe everything you read on the Prophet. They’re just a group acting grand. Rich tossers who have too much time on their hands.”

“But is it true though, that they have access to hidden magics and things?” Severus felt his fingers itch at the notion. He was already taking advanced lessons in both Potions and Transfiguration, with both Lucius and Andi’s support and none of McGonagall’s and Dumbledore’s knowledge, and he was eager to learn beyond what books held, although he was careful to never share the reason. The few people who mattered would figure it out soon enough, but he avoided voicing it out loud to avoid any pretenses of hope. He was convinced mixing modern medicine and magic was the key to managing or even completely curing his condition altogether. Very few wizards in the past had already done so but they were all at least a century old. He had vowed to himself that he would engage in the same practice to figure out a cure, or at the very least die in the attempt. But he wasn’t going to tell Lily that, of course.

He asked her instead, “Do they know things beyond the books and the stuff they teach us? Like deeper magics? Blood magic?”

“Who told you that?” Lily looked at him this time, a frown twisting her features.

“Lucius,” Severus said before he could even stop himself. When he saw Lily’s expression darken, he caught himself and backtracked. “Not that it means anything, he was just talking shop…keeping me interested throughout lessons. Oh, don't make that face, Lily!”

“You’re fourteen and not living in the Wizarding World, he shouldn’t be telling you that.” Lily had snapped her book shut and was already making her way out of the plush armchair she had settled in. “I’m telling Mum and Dad—”

“No—!” Severus blocked his sister before she could make her way out of their father’s study. This conversation certainly wasn’t going the way he wanted. He had thought it was a simple enough question. “You don’t have to tell them, Lils, c’mon, I was just curious…”

Lily had grown an odd shade of red, as though she was angry. But why? Severus didn’t understand.

“The Knights of Walpurgis,” she spat the name as though it left a bad taste on her tongue, and her voice had dropped down to a hiss, “is a dangerous group, Severus, and you shouldn’t discuss them so casually.”

This time, it was Severus’ turn to frown. He could feel his dreams crumbling to dust before his very eyes. “I thought you said they were just a bunch of tossers. Why are you making it sound like they’re more than that?”

Lily shook her head vehemently. “Forget I said it. Don’t talk about them, Sev. I mean it. Lucius should not be talking about them to you.”

“Why shouldn’t he?” Defiance surged within him; Severus had never really liked being told what to do, especially by his sisters. It just wasn’t in his nature. “He’s my tutor, it’s his job to tell me things.”

“Not about this he isn’t! You wouldn’t understand…”

He caught her insinuation immediately and felt his face grow hot. “Because I’m not at Hogwarts, you mean? Or in the Wizarding World? I’m as much a wizard as any of you lot!”

Lily looked as though she had been struck. Her eyes widened comically wide. “That’s not what I meant!” she said, although her expression said otherwise. Lily had always been a terrible liar.

“That’s what you wanted to say,” Severus said, unable to control the bitterness in his tone. “Out with it then, Lils. You probably don’t even see me as one of you, because I don’t go to school in a magical castle and learn amongst giants and goblins and pixies. I probably don't even hold a wand right in your eyes.”

This time, tears welled in Lily’s eyes, crystal against vibrant green. “That’s not true, stop it, Severus! I have never thought that, and I never will!”

His chest had grown tight and Severus felt like crying himself. He knew Lily wasn’t trying to be mean, but somehow he also couldn’t help but feel the stab of self-pity that came at his own accusation. If his own sister thought he was beneath knowing something that was apparently commonplace news in the Wizarding World, what did the other kids think? Did they think he was some sort of…some sort of second-rate freak? Did Lily?

Severus tilted his chin up as he sniffed. He looked down at Lily with what he hoped was an imperious glare as he said, “Forget I asked. I shan’t bother you about it again.”

He stood and turned to stomp out of the room, tuning out Lily calling out to him. He shouldn’t have asked her. He shouldn’t have asked any of them. He should have just asked Lucius. Lucius would know. Lucius always answered his questions. Lucius wouldn’t think he was a freak.

As he walked away, Severus unconsciously scrubbed at the tears that were gathering at the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

#i actually had two scenarios for this story and that was sev still being curious about the DE aka Knights in this au #or lily joining them herself since she thinks they have the power to help severus and he's the one who sees through the bs of it all #both are very appealing storylines for me lol #the primary motivation is still the same and it's really being desperate enough to look for help to figure out a cure for severus' conditio #and yes lucius is his TUTOR lmao #one of several #lulu still takes a shine to him and sees his Potential probs #anyway either scenario works in the universe #evans!severus #au #my fic #snape #lily evans #hp

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d0not-disturb · 10 months

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MY HERMIT-HAMILTON AU!! (Empires included 😉)

-Hamilton: Mumbo Jumbo (my fav💋)

-Eliza: Grian

-Angelica: Martyn 🤑

-Peggy: Jimmy

-Aaron Burr: Docm

-John Laurens: Scar

-Lafayette: Iskall

-Hercules Mulligan: Impulse

-King George: King Ren, Obvi 😒

-Samuel Seabury: Bdubs

-Philip Hamilton: Grumbot 😉 (he got shot in the face)

-Tomas Jefferson: Geminitay

-James Madison: Pearlescentmoon

-George Washington: Xisuma

-Charles Lee: Zedaph (Take FAT L blud)

-Maria Reynolds: Also Jimmy. he needed more screen time tbh

-James Reynolds: Tango

-George Eacker: Etho (Grumbot killer 💋)

-John Addams: Cleo

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NOTES I SUPPOSE!!,

-The ONLY reason I chose Mumbo for Hamilton is because Mumbo can’t spell and he ‘writes like he’s running out of time’ Also see how pathetic Hamilton was in the play? Wet cat vibes. Mumbo = wet cat. Mumbo = Hamilton.

-Helpless. Grian. Season 6. Eliza. Yeah it’s Grumbo themed. Because they have kid who got shot the stars align people!,! 👏👏👏 BTW Grian setting things ON FIRE MAKES SO MUCH SENSE. my fav arson boy. Tired of Mumbos silly shit. Same bro 😞 ALSO MUMBO SENT GRIAN LETTERS THRU MESSAGING SYSTEM GRIAN CALL HIMSELF CLINGY GIRLFRIEND. HMMMM WONDER WHAT THAT REMINDS ME OF. ELIZA. BEING HELPLESS. OMG. YAY GAYS.

-*sigh* Martyn DID marry Mumbo but not here. Lose for the Martyn Mumbo shippers. Like the one left. MARTYN GIVES OFF STRONG ANGELICA VIBES. Peggy is Jimmy. Jimmy is Peggy. YOU KNOW WHY. STARS ALIGN PEOPLE 👏👏👏👏👏👏 Also Jimmy grew a pair and stole his siblings man. Bravo Jimmy!

-Docm being Aaron Burr just fits okay? When Mumbo first came to Hermitcraft he found support in Doc. And Doc done SHOT the guy same here bruv. I would too if my wet cat main character supported Gem. SPEAKING OF WHICH-

-Gem, just Tomas Jefferson. MAYBE I WANT A PEARL AND GEM TEAM UP MAYBE NOT. WHO CARES ABOUT GENDER ITS A SCAM MADE UP BY BATHROOM COMPANIES TO SELL MORE BATHROOMS. Hmmmmmm Xisuma as Washington because I am a true believer of Mumbo thinks of him as a Dad core. Dadsuma. RIGHT HAND MAN 🏃‍♀️

-Uhhh Grumbot is literally Philip. Literally 🔥 They both love their Dads and do they’re last names Proud, they both got shot, THEY BOTH ARE PIANO KIDS! Hmmmm Biblically accurate my friend 🌚

-King George as King Ren just fits. HERE IS WHY!!! 1. they both fruity ass kings. 2. They have Fruity little guy who love and support them. 3. KING REN ARCH AND REBELLION. but then you’ll b like. Why Grian Eliza not Hamilton? Uhhhh because I SAID so. Also because who would be Schuyler sisters? (Don’t answer)

-Hmmmmm Scar as John Lauren’s make me happy…..Redscape hints people👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

-Urm I will NOT throw away my shot ☝️🤓 And make character designs and fake screenshots of these so expect THAT. send in asks for questions blah blah blah. And if I get something wrong, just tell me pls 😭

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soap-lady · 6 months

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Tooth Decay Warning

Thanks for waiting, @angelqueen13art @tenebrare @idreamtofmanderleyagain

Does anyone remember when schools had Parents Nights or Open Houses? Just me? Okay. Let's see how former Cenobites and traumatized young women deal with meeting their "little sister's" teachers.

Parents’ Night

Tiffany had been attending her school for a month now. She was enjoying her classes and making friends. All very good things. Now came an event that could potentially ruin everything; not just legal difficulties but the possible destruction of life as they knew it.

Parents Night.

It might sound silly to an outside observer that such a normal if boring event could cause terror in a former Cenobite and the woman who’d defeated Hell. Twice. Yet when Tiffany had come home with a flier, looking worried and hopeful, her parental figures had been inwardly quailing.

Elliot had no idea what to expect. It was a fairly modern experience and he couldn’t imagine Father or Mother attending some school event when they had soirees to attend or country estates to tour. Then there was hunting season…

Tiffany interrupted his thoughts. “C’mon! It’s not completely mandatory but it’ll look weird if you don’t go.” Her blue eyes pleaded with him. “It’ll be good for you to get out of the house and socialize and meet other parents, not just my teachers. Maybe you can get tips on being a good dad. Guardian, whatever,” she shrugged.

Kirsty emerged from the dining room where she was learning how to refinish the floors. “So, what are we talking about?”

Tiffany left Elliot’s side to shove the flier in Kirsty’s face. “Parents’ Night!”

Kirsty took the flier, a smile spreading across her lips. “Wow, I didn’t know schools still did this. Especially not physical fliers. I guess they would have sent out a mass email but we don’t have a computer yet.” She looked at Elliot. “Considering you’re legally Tiff’s guardian, you have to go, El.” She grinned at him. “It’s what a good cousin would do.”

“You don’t wanna go?” asked Tiffany.

Kirsty looked apologetic but still shook her head. “Not really. No offense, but people around here knew not just my grandmother but my dad and…Frank.” Her smile was awkward. “I really don’t want to deal with a bunch of personal questions by strangers, you know?”

Oh, no. That little minx wasn’t making him endure a night of strangers alone. “Kirsty my dear, you don’t possibly think I could do this all on my own, do you?” He gave her a look Tiffany had told him was called “Puppy Eyes”. “Here I am, a stranger in the modern world, and you’re going to make me fend for myself in a room full of parents and instructors? I thought we were friends.”

Kirsty looked betrayed and he could tell she was weakening. “Family, even. You said so yourself.” He began to walk towards her. “Family aren’t necessarily those we are related to but the family we choose for ourselves. People who understand us and support us as much as we support them. Surely a little discomfort is worth showing our Tiffany how much we care about her?”

Now Tiffany was standing beside him in front of Kirsty and both of them were giving Kirsty puppy eyes. Unable to stand up to their joint assault she gave in.

“Fine,” she glared at both of them and sighed. “What should I wear?”

*****

The event started at six o’clock so of course the Cotton-Spencers were there at promptly five forty-five. Kirsty wore a tan sweater with linen capris and ballet flats. Elliot wore a long-sleeved khaki polo with navy trousers and tan loafers. Tiffany of course wore her school uniform. They looked put-together but still approachable. With a nervous glance at each other and a deep breath, they entered the school together.

They were met by an attractive young man in black trousers, a gray button-down, and a patterned sweater vest. He introduced himself as Mr. McCormic, the 2-D art teacher. He gave them both a smile but his eyes lingered on Kirsty.

“Welcome to Parents’ Night! You must be the parents or guardians of Tiffany here.” He grinned at her and the girl gave him a nervous smile.

Elliot stepped slightly in front of Kirsty and offered the other man his hand. “Elliot Spencer, Tiffany’s cousin.” The younger man was handsome and clearly interested in his friend but really he was supposed to be a teacher and a professional.

The man took it and smiled. “Henry McCormic.” He shook his hand and stepped back. “Tiffany’s cousin from England. Tiffany’s mentioned you.” The man snuck another peek at Kirsty. “How do you like America so far?”

“A bit of culture shock,” Elliot answered honestly. “Fortunately I have my cousin and my friend to help me adjust.”

“Friend?” echoed the art teacher as he looked at Kirsty. He looked a little hopeful.

Kirsty smiled and also extended her hand. “Kirsty Cotton, nice to meet you.”

His eyes widened when he heard her last name. “Cotton. Didn’t you-” he cut himself off and smiled again. He pointed to a poster display stand. “Our schedule can be downloaded with this QR Code. All you have to do is scan it with your phone’s camera and it’ll tell you which classrooms to go to so you can meet all of Tiffany’s teachers. Afterwards we’ll have a reception in the cafeteria and a short speech by Principal Chalmers about what you can expect during the school year for your child. I mean cousin,” he corrected himself.

Elliot took pity on the man now that he knew the young man had no chance after almost bringing up family history. “Quite all right. Ours is an usual family. It’s as if I have two younger sisters instead of a cousin and a friend. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Uh, yeah. Same.” Kirsty smiled and waved to be polite. She scanned the QR Code and stepped away.

Tiffany gave the man a wave. “See you in class, Mr. McCormic!”

As they walked away Kirsty muttered to Elliot. “Yet another reason I didn’t want to come.”

*****

The next hour was a blur as they spent ten minutes meeting various teachers, asking questions and receiving praise for Tiffany’s surprising maturity and good grades.

Finally they met Mr. Harris who recognized Elliot or seemed to. “You must be Mr. Spencer!” He took Elliot’s hand and shook it before it was offered. “Shawn Harris, Tiffany’s history teacher. The report she wrote for her World War One or Great War paper was accurate and incredibly vivid.” He sniffed a bit. “I felt like I was there in the trenches. So real.” He sighed and looked at Elliot, all but ignoring Tiffany and Kirsty. “It’s a shame the state requires me to teach so many facts and dates. Students are just taught to pass a test and not the human toll of war; deaths, separation of families and the lack of care afterwards.” He smiled at Elliot. “You must have had family members who fought in the war.”

“I come from a long tradition of military service,” Elliot kept to their agreed cover story and was as truthful as he could be. “My grandfather told me stories and some of the family kept journals.”

Mr. Harris sighed in longing. “Primary sources! You’re very lucky,” he told Elliot, who wanted to disagree. The teacher’s face was hopeful. “I don’t suppose I could borrow them?”

“Sadly, no.” Elliot would not have given anything to this man if he’d had it. He hoped none of his journals had survived and the man was being rude. “Family archivist has them and they’re rather delicate.”

The man looked disappointed and changed the subject. He offered his hand to Kirsty. “You look very familiar, have we met?”

Kirsty shook his hand. “We might have, as kids if you grew up in the area. My grandmother had a house here. We’re living in it while we sort things out.”

Mr. Harris nodded. “Mrs. Cotton. Very sweet. She played bridge with my grandmother.” He pointed at her face. “You have her eyes.”

She let out an awkward laugh. “So everyone tells me.”

The chime on the PA system saved them from further awkwardness. “Ladies, Gentlemen, and Nonbinary friends, this is Ellen Chalmers.” The voice was calm and professional. “Principal of Gillingham Academy. At this time I would like for you to proceed to the cafeteria for hors d'oeuvres, followed by a short little welcome speech. Please follow the orange arrows on the wall if you are new to our school or ask a teacher to guide you if you get lost. Thank you and I hope to see you all soon.”

Elliot offered both of his companions an arm and gallantly escorted them to the cafeteria. They giggled and thanked him.

“I’ll have to thank your principal later.” Kirsty beamed at Tiffany. “We were quite literally saved by the bell.”

*****

The principal waited until everyone was done with the hors d’oeuvres, crudites, and tiny pastries to walk onstage and stand at the podium. Her image was projected on the screen behind her so people sitting in the back could see her.

Ellen Chalmers was an attractive woman in a sage green pantsuit that complimented her gray hair. She smiled at the assembled parents with real professional warmth. “I can’t begin to tell you all how privileged all of us at Gillingham Academy feel to be trusted with the education of your children. Believe it or not, I went to this school as a child and back then if you’d told me I’d come back as a Math teacher, and then principal, I would have laughed in your face!”

The audience chuckled politely as she spoke of the school’s record of academic excellence, the record number of students accepted to Ivy League colleges and its world class STEM, music, and ballet programs.

Tiffany sat in the middle of Elliot and Kirsty, trying to look interested but still sneaking a few texts to Callie and Antonio. Kirsty checked to see if she had any new emails from her financial advisor.

This was all new to Elliot, having been a student at a prestigious private school but never the guardian. It was a strange perspective to be a parent of sorts, to know that the future of a young person was in your hands. Unlike his parents he couldn’t pass on his responsibility to a servant or a boarding school and he was strangely glad. He wanted to be there for Tiffany and learn about her life, even if he had little to no idea what he was doing and what he could do to help. He glanced over at Kirsty. Did she feel the same way? She had been through so much at Frank and Julia’s hands…and his own. It would have been so easy for her to withdraw from the world and nurse her own pain and grief. She didn’t have to save him or Tiffany, much less take them in and treat them like family.

And yet she had. His once dead heart flooded with warmth as he thought of her generosity and the little family they’d made for themselves.

He felt Tiffany’s warm hand curl around his and glanced over to see she was holding Kirsty’s hand as well. The two of them looked at each other over Tiffany’s head and smiled, communicating with just their eyes.

Elliot had been a broken man when he’d begun exploring forbidden pleasures. The girls had been broken too, or at the very least damaged. Now they were healing and they had each other.

“And with your support, we’ll continue to make Gillingham Academy the best school of its kind!” The principal was saying and the audience clapped. The small family joined in the applause and stood, waiting for the room to clear out a bit before standing and making their way to Kirsty’s car.

“Tiffany!”

“Hey, Tiffany!”

Callie and Antonio caught up with them on the way out. She looked from her friends to her family and asked. “Is it okay if I talk to them before we leave? Just ten minutes,” she thought about it. “Maybe fifteen.”

Elliot nodded then looked at Kirsty to see if she agreed. The brunette nodded.

“Fifteen minutes,” he confirmed. He gave the girl a smirk. “And if you’re not out front in fifteen minutes-”

“Or you don’t answer our texts,” Kirsty added.

“Yes, or answer our texts, you’ll be walking home,” Elliot threatened and Kirsty snickered.

“No I won’t. I’ll get a ride with Callie’s or Tonio’s parents. Or I can call an Uber.” Tiffany stuck her tongue out at Elliot. “You’re not the boss.”

“I am. At least until you’re eighteen,” he clapped back. “Don’t be impertinent.”

Tiffany opened her mouth to get in the last word when Kirsty spoke up. “Don’t talk that way to your father, young lady.”

Elliot and Tiffany gaped at her while she laughed at them. Callie and Antonio tittered at their weird family dynamic but did it quietly.

The blonde pushed her friends away from Kirsty and Elliot, rolling her eyes. “Come on. Grownups are so weird.”

#kirsty cotton #domestic fluff #hellraiser #captain elliot spencer is human catnip #pinsty #felix graham de vanily

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hollywoodxwhore · 1 year

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wanted (part 18)

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smut but nothing happens, drinking

We have reached the very last part of this very long series. I can't believe I actually finished it. There's a little epilogue I'll post today, too. Thanks again to everyone who's supported me through writing this series!

Two Months Later

I subleased my apartment and moved in with Colson and Pete.

Pete’s room became my office and the three of us took up residence in Colson’s room.

We bought a new bed, a King, so the three of us can fit comfortably.

I’ve cleaned up the entire house, turning it from a bachelor pad into a home suitable for a relationship that operates essentially like a marriage.

Aside from the fact that no one but our close friend group knows, everything is going perfectly.

It’s not that we don’t go out in public, the three of us. We do. We’re just not affectionate. To the world, it might look like a couple and a friend, or just three close friends. Either way, we’ve all been skittish about being openly in a polyamorous relationship. Society just isn’t that accepting, and the thought of being out about it is scary. But we’re all graduated or done with college in some capacity by now, and real life is looming on the horizon.

I’m awake far too early for a Saturday morning, curled up on the couch with a mug of coffee. I’m watching the early morning sunrise through the picture window, my stomach twisting into complicated knots of anxiety and worry. Will people say mean things to us in public? What will our families think?

“Al?” I jump at the sound of Colson’s low voice. I turn to see him standing in the doorway of the living room, shirtless with his sweats slung low on his waist, XXX tattoo loud and clear in my field of vision, and my stomach can’t help but make a little room in its web of anxiety for a wave of desire.

“Hey,” I say softly.

Colson reaches up to ruffle his bed head and then yawns, loping across the room to me in his bare feet. He curls up on the couch and tugs me close so I’m resting against his chest. He presses a kiss to my hairline and I close my eyes, feeling better already. My thoughts are loud but the boys always help quiet them.

“What are you doing up so early?” I ask.

“Had to pee,” Colson answers. “What are you doing up so early?”

I stare out the window, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. “I’m anxious, Col.” I turn so I’m sitting with my legs folded, twisting my fingers around one another.

Colson cocks his head to the side, and the glow of the sunrise hits him just right, accentuating his beautiful jawline and long eyelashes, as well as the lines of sleep around his eyes. He’s still very tired. “What’s bothering you?” He asks gently.

I shrug. “I guess I’m just scared of the future,” I say.

Colson snorts, glancing outside at the sunrise. “Who isn’t?” He mutters. Then, he turns back to me. “What specifically, my love?”

I sigh quietly and look down at my hands. “What is your family going to think of us?”

Colson chuckles softly and shrugs. “My dad won’t question me,” he says. “He’ll feel too awkward. My aunt will just be happy I’m happy.”

“But what about Pete’s family?” I ask.

Colson smiles softly. “His mom is an angel. And his sister is great. They’ll love you. They already love me. It’ll be okay. Who cares?”

“I do,” I say helplessly. “I don’t know about you and Pete, but I’ve never been so happy before.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. But I just keep going. “I see a future with the two of you. And that means our families will find out sooner or later. I don’t want anyone’s parents to, like, disown them because of this.”

“Mine won’t, and Pete’s won’t. Will yours?’

I shake my head no.

“Then we’re fine,” he says, offering a hand. I settle my much smaller hand into his and he squeezes it gently. “Alex, I love you. Pete loves you. We’re already making it work. What’s a few obstacles?”

I sigh softly and nod. “I guess you’re right.”

“I’ll always protect you two,” Colson says, a look of determination on his beautiful face. “No one will hurt the people I love. Promise. Now, come back to bed.”

I nod and get to my feet. Colson faces me, holding out his arms, and I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck before jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist, clinging to him like a koala. He gives my ass a little smack and I giggle against his neck as he carries me back to bed where Pete is rubbing his eyes confusedly.

“Why’m I all alone?” He slurs sleepily.

“You’re not anymore, babe,” Colson says, setting me on the edge of the bed. I snuggle up to Pete, draping an arm over his belly, and he immediately wraps his arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Colson climbs into bed and drapes his body over mine, letting his hand rest on Pete’s bare hip so he’s touching both of us.

“Love you guys,” Pete murmurs.

I smile and snuggle in, letting my tired eyes slip closed. “Love you too.”

“Ditto,” Colson mutters sleepily, and we fall back asleep.

When we all wake up, Colson decides that we’re going out. “Dress cute,” he tells us. “This is a date, god dammit.”

I choose a dress that Colson helped me choose, a warm, peachy color made of silk with lace detailing around the neckline and hem. I slip into a pair of wedges, fluff my loosely curled hair in the mirror, and touch up my lipstick before finding both of my boys in the living room.

Pete looks adorable in a pair of khaki shorts and a polo, and Colson looks handsome in a pair of black pants and a short sleeve button up. “Ready?” Colson asks and we follow him out to his car.

We go to one of our favorite restaurants to sit on the patio, soaking up the warm summer weather, and on our way inside, Colson takes my hand. He lifts his chin slightly and looks down at me, and suddenly, his confidence becomes mine. I turn to Pete and slip my hand into his, too. He looks a little surprised and then smiles, and my chest blooms with warmth.

We enjoy our favorite lunch, talking and laughing, touching hands, brushing feet beneath the table, and I truly don’t care what anyone thinks. It’s freeing to feel this way. Maybe people notice us and maybe they don’t. It honestly doesn’t matter to me.

After lunch, we shop for a while, and then, we head to the beach. We get ice cream and take a long walk down to a private beach. I halt at the sign that announces the beach’s privacy, and the boys turn to look at me.

“Private beach,” I say, gesturing to the sign.

Colson shrugs. “I don’t see anyone,” he says. “C’mon. Live a little.” Reluctantly, I let them pull me along. But Colson is right, it’s deserted and beautifully private. We find a spot tucked in some tall grass where no one could see us unless they got close. Colson gives us a mischievous look and starts to slide his pants down.

My eyes go huge. “Col!” I hiss. “What if someone sees?”

“Then they’re welcome,” he says, working on the buttons of his shirt. He strips completely to his underwear, and with a whoop, goes sprinting into the water.

“He is fucking crazy,” I mutter, shaking my head.

Pete laughs. “And we love him anyway.”

“We love him because of it,” I correct, and Pete nods, scooting closer to wrap an arm around me.

“Should we go in, too?” I ask.

“Probably,” Pete says.

“Hang on,” I say, cupping his cheek. He looks down at me, brown eyes warm and loving, and I stroke his cheekbone gently with my thumb. “I love you, Pete Davidson,” I say softly and he smiles, leaning in to kiss me slowly.

He takes his time and when he pulls back, he murmurs, “I love you, too. Now, come on!” The two of us get up and strip down to our underwear as well, and holding hands, we run into the water to join our boyfriend.

Ten minutes later, after splashing each other and playing around, I’m sandwiched between the two boys, wrapped around Pete while Colson’s long arms hug us both. We’re enjoying the gentle waves, the peace of a private area.

“I want to live on a private beach someday,” I decide, “when my books make it big and I’m rich.”

Colson chuckles and kisses my shoulder. “You won’t have to worry about that, baby. This band is going to make me a millionaire.”

“Nah, my shitty paychecks from SNL will be our ticket,” Pete says.

We all laugh together. I kiss Pete, then turn my head to kiss Colson, too. Colson’s arms slide away from our waists, and I feel his big hands cup my ass. He groans softly. “This is a fantasy of mine,” he admits. His eyes have grown darker.

I roll my eyes and grin. “Of course it is,” I say. “I’m too worried about getting caught to be turned on.”

Colson sighs. “That’s fair. Someday, we’ll fuck in the lake when we buy our lake house.”

“Deal,” I say. “Now let’s go home.”

It was a perfect day. I wasn’t worried at all what people thought because Colson and Pete didn’t. It was so liberating to get to be who I am so openly, to love who I want to love. It feels like we’re celebrating as we share a bottle of wine on the floor of our living room.

“Did you ever see this as your future?” I ask them. I’m leaning against the couch, feet out in front of me, crossed at the ankles.

Pete takes a sip of his wine. He’s leaning back against Colson’s chest, both of their long legs sprawled out before them. He considers for a second while he holds the wine in his mouth, then swallows. “To be honest, I thought I’d be alone forever,” he admits. “I’m glad I’m not.”

Colson nods. “I never thought I’d settle down,” he says. “Didn’t think I wanted to. But, fuck. This is…this is everything to me.” His voice is quiet, almost shy, and he meets my eyes with an almost timid expression. “You?”

I snort. “Did I imagine myself dating and living with my two dream men? No. I did not. Did I fantasize about it? Fuck yes.”

The boys laugh, their voices a harmony that fills my stomach with butterflies. “Baby, get over here,” Colson demands, jerking his chin in a gesture for me to come closer.

I set my wine glass on the coffee table and do as I’m told, slotting myself between Pete’s legs. I rest my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes. Sometimes, I feel like it’s too good to be true, this life. Sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself. But there’s never a moment where I’m not immensely thankful for where I ended up.

All my life, I’ve felt unwanted. The last one chosen, the one no one noticed. The funny friend but not the hot friend. As I rest my body against those of my two boyfriends, I have a comforting feeling that I’ll never feel that way again.

That, from here on out, I’ll never feel anything but wanted.

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xriff-raffx · 2 years

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Do Over - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Pry & Protect Masterlist

“Have you always lived around here?” I asked Riff, as we walked through the entrance of my apartment.

“Born and raised,” he shrugged, closing the door behind him, “you’re talkin’ to a real New Yorker.” He gave me a wink and a toothy grin before he continued walking over to the couch. I followed him, taking a seat on the chair across from him.

“Are you close with your family? Do you have any siblings? Do you still see them?” I blurted out questions faster than my brain could process and I could see the surprise on Riff’s face.

“Slow down,” he replied with a chuckle. “I can’t answer that fast.” I shrunk down a little in my chair, looking at the floor causing him to sigh at me. “What did ya say? Am I close with my family?” I nodded my head and he continued, “I don’t have any real family left.”

Riff looked at my face, trying to gauge my reaction. I nodded again slowly, still looking down. I couldn’t help but feel sad at the idea of Riff alone with no family, but I could relate in a way. My only family was my little sister and I couldn’t imagine being without her.

“My Ma was a saint but she died when I was 15, no real siblings, only chosen ones.” Riff leaned back into the couch as he spoke, his eyes were fixated on the wall in front of him. “And my dad was a real asshole,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Slept all day, drank all night. He’d leave us for days or weeks at a time doing who knows what. One day he just didn’t come back.” I watched as Riff’s eyes began to glass over slightly and I couldn’t help but picture a young Riff waiting and looking for his dad to come back home. I didn’t realize but my eyes had started to water and soon I was wiping back a tear that had shed. “Anyway, that's when my Ma got sick.” Riff finally looked over to me and saw that I was crying. “Hey, we can stop talkin’ about it. I don’t want to make you cry.”

“I just can’t believe he left you both,” I mumbled out, doing my best to recompose myself.

“If ya ask me it was a good thing.” His words confused me and I think he could tell. “My old man wasn’t exactly a nice guy. He didn’t treat my Ma right and as I got older he didn’t like that I noticed.” I nodded, understanding what he was talking about immediately.

“I guess that’s where all your anger comes from,” I spoke aloud more to myself but he nodded in agreement.

“My dad didn’t teach me much but he taught me to fight. Let’s just say he stopped teachin’ me when I got better than him.” Riff was staring at me intensely, trying to see if I truly understood what he meant.

“Tell me about your mom,” I spoke a little softer, not being able to read his expression and I was worried I’d upset him somehow.

“Nicest person I ever met. She’d help anyone, doesn’t matter if she couldn’t, she’d find a way. Everyone that met her, loved her. How she ended up with my dad I’ll never know.” Riff looked down at the floor for a moment. His smile returned briefly as he began to speak again, “Ma was always singin’ while she cooked but she wasn’t a great cook.” He let out a laugh, “I remember one time I told her about this sandwich I dreamed about so she tried to make it for me. It was disgusting and she made a huge mess makin’ it too.”

I couldn’t help but join in the laughter, it was nice to forget about the bad stuff in the past for a moment. Riff smiled at me and gestured for me to sit beside him on the couch. I moved next to him and he slid his arm around my waist pulling me in closer.

“That’s why I care about my Jets. They’re my guys. All of ‘em come from shitty homes and people who don’t care about ‘em.” His tone was more serious, “that’s when they come to me,” he shrugged, “I look after ‘em like they’re blood.”

“That’s why you’re so protective of Baby John.”

“You got it, doll. He’s a good kid, but he ain’t got no one lookin’ out for him. Or at least he didn’t till I made him a Jet.”

“You’re a good person, Riff.” He raised an eyebrow at me, questioningly. “No, really! You take care of all those kids like it’s nothing.”

He shrugged again, “ya well, half the time they don’t listen to me anyway,” he gave me his signature wink and smirk combo. “So are ya done grilling’ me? Do I get to know about you?”

My breathing hitched and my body stiffened. I usually try to avoid talking about myself with others but I guess I started this conversation, so it’s only fair.

“Well,” I muttered, “I’m from Santa Monica, California. Jo and I moved here about a month ago.” I looked up to see him waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath before continuing, “Our Mama was a dancer at a club that was really popular and I never met my dad. Jo has a different dad, who we don’t talk about.” I watched as Riff took in my words, clearly wanting me to elaborate. “He was like your dad. Not very nice.” I could feel my palms sweat slightly and my voice became shaky. “He used to get angry a lot and when he wasn’t angry he was drunk. Mama would always try to calm him but it never worked and it just got worse.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, “he would hurt me and mama anyway you could think of. He always had a soft spot for Jo though, until one day he didn’t.” I felt tears begin to fall as the memory flashed before my eyes.

I felt Riff grip on me tighten slightly as he leaned in to whisper, “I’m here now, nothing like that will ever happen.” All I could do was nod while I began to sob in his arms.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before I was able to regain composure. Our breathing was synced and our fingers were intertwined. His free hand was rubbing my back, tenderly, while he placed gentle kisses on the top of my head.

“He didn’t hurt her.” Riff’s movements stopped as I began to speak again, “I got home in time to stop him.” I sat up and looked at Riff, “well not stop him, but I grabbed Jo and took her out of there. She didn’t even know what was going on. The next day my mama tried to kick him out, even changed the locks on him but it only made him more angry.” I swallowed hard, “He killed her that night.” I could feel Riff tense up next to me. I took another deep breath, gripping his hand tighter. “I haven’t talked about that night in years. Not since police came with questions. He’s in jail now.” Riff nodded his head at my words. “Ever since then it’s been just the two of us.”

“I can see why you’re so protective,” he replied quietly. “But why don’t ya let me do the protectin’ from now on. I’ll keep ya both safe, I promise.”

I smiled up at him, wiping away the last of my tears. He leaned in slowly, looking deep into my eyes before letting them flutter close and connecting our lips. My hands found their way to his hair and his hands rested on my hips. Our kiss was long and passionate, full of all the emotions we just dug up and exposed to each other. It wasn’t long before he was on top of me on the couch.

“Wait,” I said, putting my hand on his chest. “I have a small request.”

“Alright,” he raised an eyebrow at me, “what can I do for ya girly?”

“If you’re going to be using your Jets to protect us then shouldn’t I know what’s going on with them?”

Riff let out a sigh, “you’re just goin’ to keep buggin’ me till I tell ya, aren’t ya?” I made a pouty face up at him and he rolled his eyes in response before smiling. “If it concerns ya in any way I’ll tell ya. But this doesn’t.”

I groaned, “you’ll just say nothing concerns me.”

“You’re right,” he smirked. I glared up at him, causing him to laugh again. “C’mon, don’t ya trust me?”

“How can I trust you if you won’t tell me what’s happening?”

“I know what I’m doing.” He let out a groan and ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “If you think I’m going to check in with you about the ins and outs of my gang,” he started to pull himself off of me and I reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him back slightly.

“I just want to know you are safe,” I said quickly, cutting him off. His gaze softened again, I placed a gentle kiss on his lips, “I’m not going to tell you what to do, I know you can handle it. Just please tell me where you’re running off to before you go.”

We just stared at each other for a moment, his blue eyes were pouring into my green ones. He nodded slightly before connecting our lips again. It wasn’t like before, this kiss was slow and tender. I had never felt Riff touch me so delicately, as if I was glass. His fingers ghosted over my hips, trailing up and down my torso. My hands slipped around his neck and I pulled him in, deepening our kiss.

He pulled himself back, letting out a sigh, “It’s been awhile since I’ve had someone care about me like that.” He stared at the floor, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Well get used to it,” I said, sitting up to look at him. A small smile made its way to his lips as he turned towards me. “Riff,” I paused for a moment, looking deep into his eyes. I placed a hand on his cheek, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt as safe as I do when I’m with you.”

His smile grew, “Ever since I laid eyes on ya, that’s all I’ve wanted to do.”

“Oh really?” My eyebrows rose in question, my tone playful. “That’s all you want to do?”

His smirked returned, ��Alright, that’s not all. Just my number one priority.” He leaned and whispered in my ear, “Making you feel good is just a perk of the job, sweetheart.” I felt Riff’s hand rest on my thigh, making my breathing hitch. He began to pepper my neck with kisses and I rolled my head back to give him more access. A moan left my mouth and he let out a light chuckle in response, “careful doll. You keep moaning like that and I may not be able to control myself.”

“You could never hurt me,” I placed my hand over his crotch and began to rub him gently through his jeans.

“You’re right but that don’t mean I won’t get carried away.”

I giggled at his words, “sounds like fun to me.”

We were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and I immediately pulled my hand back and pushed Riff off me. I looked over to see Jo, throwing her school bag down, not bothering to look over or not noticing us.

“Hey,” I said, doing my best to not draw suspicion to what we're just doing. She finally looked over to reveal red cheeks and puffy eyes, she’d been crying. I jumped up from the couch, “What happened?”

Jo came over quickly and engulfed me into a hug, beginning to cry quietly. I looked over my shoulder to see a confused look on Riff’s face, I gave him a shrug before turning my attention back to my sister. I squeezed her back and began to rub her back soothingly. She mumbled something out but between her sobs and tight embrace, I couldn’t make it out.

“Jo,” I pulled her off me to look at her, “What’s going on?”

“He dumped me.” I nodded at her words and pulled her back into a hug. “I don’t understand, he told me he liked me yesterday and then today he just dumped me.”

“Well what did he say?”

“He said I’m not right for him, he can’t be with someone like me.” My brows furrowed in confusion at her words. “His parents didn’t think I was worth his time.”

“He said what?!” I just about yelled. I could feel my face turning red with anger, which only made Jo cry harder. “Don’t cry over him, Jo,” I pulled her face up to look at me, “what does he know? He’s an idiot.”

“No he isn’t! He’s one of the smartest people in my class!”

“Doesn’t mean he’s not an idiot,” I rolled my eyes at her. “Books don’t make someone smart.” She nodded at my words slightly, using the back of her to wipe away her tears.

“Well,” Riff sighed, getting up from the couch, “if ya ask me, you could do a whole lot better anyway.” He awkwardly shoved his hands in his pockets, “and believe me, his parents aren’t the greatest people either.”

Jo nodded at his words slowly, “I just liked having someone who cared about me.”

“Aw Jo,” I sighed, pulling her back into a hug. “I care about you and Riff does too, right Riff?” I looked over at him.

“Ya, don’t worry kid.”

“Stop,” Jo pushed me away. “I’m not a kid,” she huffed, crossing her arms. “He was the only person at that school that would even acknowledge me and now I have no one.” Her eyes began to water again and she turned away from us.

“You’ll meet other people Jo,” I said but was quickly cut off by my sister storming off to her room, slamming the door behind her.

“Why are all girls so dramatic?” Riff asked. I grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him, “hey! What was that for?” He laughed out loud and I tried not to smile.

“It’s not funny, I’m worried about her.” I sighed sitting back down on the couch, “I didn’t know she didn’t have any friends.”

“I know people her age, I could introduce her if ya want,”

“Absolutely not!” Riff raised an eyebrow at me, so I continued, “I don’t want her around dangerous people.”

“It won’t be anyone dangerous,” he said, rolling his eyes again. “What about Baby John?”

“He’s in a gang!” My eyes were wide, I could hardly believe what he was saying. “You just told me you would protect us and now you’re saying she should be hanging out with some gang!”

“Ya, my gang.” I could tell he was getting irritated with me, but the thought of Jo hanging out with a gang member made me sick. “You saw him, he’s not even scary.” He did have a point, Baby John was hardly threatening.

“Riff, she’s my little sister,” I began to rub my temples in an attempt to ease my growing headache. “I can’t just let her hang out with whoever.”

“Maggie,” he breathed out, his tone calm but I could see rage building in his eyes. “I wouldn’t let her hang out with just anyone. He’s a good kid!” His voice began to rise slightly, in defence of Baby John. We stared at each other, both seething with anger.

“I don’t want her associating with criminals.”

“And what am I?” His words cut the air like a knife. He raised his eyebrows at me, expecting an answer.

“You’re different,” I said quietly, in almost a whisper.

“I’m more dangerous than any of The Jets.”

“But you wouldn’t hurt us.”

“They do what I say Margaret! They won’t do anything, she’s a kid!”

“I just don’t want her getting hurt,” I sighed, knowing he was right and flopped back on the couch. He looked at me and his gaze softened. Sitting down next to me, Riff pulled my hand into his and planted a small kiss on it.

“I know you want what’s best, and so do I. I’m not trying to set them up, I’m trying to get her friends. She doesn’t even have to know he’s a member!” I nodded at his words, reluctantly.

“Okay but I want to be there when they meet Riff,” I said sternly looking at him. “No other gang members, just us and them, okay?”

“Sure thing doll, I’ll set it up.” He pulled me in for a kiss before hopping up from the couch. “I’ll go find him now,” he said, making his way towards the door.

“You’ll come back right?” My voice was a little more panicked sounding than I had hoped.

Riff turned around on his heels, “how’s about I do ya one better? You and Jo meet us at Doc’s in 2 hours,” I nodded in agreement and he smiled back. “Great, then I’ll get to walk ya home after,” he smirked at me, “besides I couldn’t stay away from you even if I tried, girly girl.” With one last wink, he was gone out the door.

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ember runs into an unexpected familiar face, aka @vallaurent

The clinic was, once again, pretty quiet. Renee had been out for part of the day, so it was left up to Val to care for any incoming patients. Of which, so far, there had been very few. Just a few scrapes and bruises. Val had, luckily, taken one of her books with her to pass the time. Completely occupied with it, she only noticed that someone had entered Redwoods little clinic when she heard the footsteps coming up to her desk.

"One sec, hun, this is just getting interesting-" she called out, casting a quick glance upwards to check whether the person standing there was dying or in any state that would require her attention - which made her pause.

"Oh, Ember. Hey." Val smiled, a little bit awkwardly. Shaking off the surprise at seeing the other woman there, she closed the book. "What can I help ya with? Got hurt?"

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Saying Val was the last person she expected wasn't fully true, if her mother or sister showed up suddenly at the clinic, that would have been more of a shock, but Ember certainly didn't expect the person to turn around to be Val, and it only really confused her more when the other seemed to be less of a surprise than it was for her.

"I-- Val. Hi," she stumbled over her words, blinking rapidly. The world was such a small place for sure. "It wasn't really me, there's a little girl outside, she fell and hurt her knees and I came in to get some bandages but-- I'm sorry, what are you doing here?"

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"I work here?" Val responded, slightly surprised at Ember's confusion, before realizing that Ember probably had no idea that Val had even made her way to Redwood. Val knew everyone who came and went, because she knew how to get information out of people. But Ember hadn't been here for that long, and why would anyone mention to her that Val was here?

"I came here a few months ago, after I split from my last group." The honest answer. Val sighed softly. "I heard you made it here not too long ago, yourself. Congrats on makin' it back to civilization, by the way. Heard you have some family here, too."

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"...Thank you?" Val's been here for a while, of course. Of course. And it was a big thing when she showed up, everyone knew about Isaac Apatow's daughter, and Val knew about her family status, knew about the dad who hasn't been there since she was four, it wouldn't have been hard to put it all together. And then casually stay out of Ember's way, considering everything.

It made sense, of course it made sense, but still, it stung.

"Sorry, all of this is just a surprise to take in, I didn't think-- well, I guess that's obvious." She forced herself to get over it, it was really not helpful to keep being the human equivalent of a question mark. (She didn't think about why meeting Val actually surprised her more than, say, meeting Orion here.) "But yeah, I kind of came looking for my father, so that was a positive find. And to be clear, I'm glad you're okay, and not zombie food."

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Val felt her own bad conscience tug at her. The fact thet she'd been avoiding Ember was, probably, pretty dang obvious. Should she have acted surprised? Pretended that she didn't know that Ember had been here all along? Somehow lying felt wrong in that moment, but maybe that would have been the better option.

"Thank you. I appreciate that, hun." Val smiled her typical smile, because she was glad to see Ember. The fact that she was alive was a miracle. Val hadn't thought she'd be seeing the other woman again. But then the knowledge of why they hadn't even been together in the first place weighed heavily on her. Shaking those feelings off, Val quickly turned her full attention to Ember.

"What about your mom? I... I know she isn't here with you. What happened? If you don't mind me askin'."

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Val was simply making conversation, Ember knew that. Was trying to be nice, asking about her mom, but Ember's stomach lurched at the question and felt like running away. Like maybe Val not telling her she was here was a good idea, actually.

(It was for both of their sakes.)

"It was the age old story, really. Zombies came, zombies chomped, only one got out bite free, life intact," she said, trying to keep her voice casual even though if one person could see through it, it was Val. Her dad knew her mom decades ago for the most part, aside from the phone calls, Orion barely knew them to really get to know her mom, but Val-- she came to dinners at their place, chatted with Izzy while she waited for Ember to get ready. She knew how close the family was. "It happened over a year ago now, so it's been a while.

"...anyway, did you arrive here alone or with somebody?"

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Val found her heart cenching when she heard Ember tell her about her mom. It was something Val had been afraid of, but now had her confirmation. Seeing the casual way Ember was talking about it felt worse. Not because it was disrespectful to Isabelle in any measure, but because Val knew Ember enough to know it was a facade.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry." The pain in her voice was genuine as she stood up from behind the desk. Their relationship right now seemed unstable, unsure, or at least Val didn't quite know just how to handle Ember, but even now, she felt it was right to pull the other woman into a hug. "She was real special. I'm sorry you lost her." It took Val a moment to pull away, hands pressed gently against Ember's shoulders.

"I came here alone. My survivor group disbanded, and after that I stumbled here. Ember... I hope you know this but... I'm so glad you're here."

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"I-- thanks," Ember said because really, what could she do to such a genuine show of sympathy that came from Val in that moment, seeing right through the walls she tried to put up and then Val even came up and hugged her and it was so easy to just let everything else fall to the wayside and wrap her arms around Val herself, enjoying it for a moment before Val pulled away.

Pulled away but not too far, her hands still on Ember's shoulders as she explained how she got here and then added that she was glad Ember was here too with those dark, deep soulful eyes of hers looking down at her and Ember was moving before she could really register what she was doing - leaned forward and pressed her lips against Val's, gently, almost like a question.

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Val wasn't sure what she had expected - what she'd hoped for - but when Ember suddenly leaned forward and kissed her, she realized that this had been part of it. Ember was gentle, questioning as if she didn't quite know whether this was okay or not. It still felt the same after all that time. Val couldn't help herself in that moment. She reached up, cupping Ember's face with her hands and kissed her back, letting her thumbs trail over the other woman's cheeks as she did so. Only for a few seconds before she pulled back enough to look back at Ember's face.

"Honey, I-" Val looked at her, realizing that she'd missed this in ways she hadn't even realized, but also remembering why they hadn't had this. Why she hadn't seen Ember in all those years. "You know I'm no good for you, hun."

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There was that first moment of the kiss where Ember wasn't sure if Val would kiss back or pull away - both understandable and possible reactions, given their history -, but then Val leaned into it, cupped her face and kissed back and Ember let out a sigh as she lost herself in those few moments before Val pulled back again.

Ember chased her lips for a second before looking at back at Val - fuck, that honey just rolled off her tongue so easily and it was so incredibly distracting. Val was probably right, she knew that. They were bad for each other, they've come to that conclusion plenty of times before. But they've been in this exactly situation after those conversation just as many times, and Ember in that moment didn't - just couldn't - care about the past. "I don't really care right now," she said and when she kissed Val again, this time there was no hesitation, no question, just the desire to keep doing it and not let her brain overtake her.

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Val had expected their past to overcome both of them. Make them pull back and realize that after the many times they had split up, they should have learned their lesson. To not get too close again. But it was hard, not getting pulled in when Ember was so close, when she said she didn't care with no hesitation. And when she kissed Val again, the woman knew she lost that internal battle, at least for the moment.

Val kissed back with the same determination, one hand still cupping Ember's cheek, the other trailing into the other woman's hair, gently. Ember still kissed the same way she did back then. She let herself get lost in it, until she needed to pull back to breathe. "Did I ever tell you I love the way you kiss me...?" Val muttered, close enough that her breath ghosted over Ember's lips. Biting her own lip, Val pulled back enough that she could look into Ember's eyes. "Do you wanna get outta here? I like kissin ya, but the clinic entranceway probably ain't the best place for it."

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Ember kept her eyes closed for a moment after Val pulled back, smiling before she peppered a couple of feather light kisses on Val's lips. "I am pretty sure you have, but I still love hearing it. And right back at you." And when Val asked if she wanted to get out of here, she let out a small chuckle and nodded. "That's smart, this is-- don't get me wrong, pretty awesome, but yeah, not the kind of place for that."

Still, she gave Val one last kiss and then pulled back. "Good to see you in an environment like this though, it makes sense they snatched you right up here." She slid her fingers through Val's. "Fuck, I really missed you, you know?" She ignored everything else - they could deal with other realities later, for now, "Lead the way - where do you live?"

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It felt so, so good. The small kisses, the little affections, so familiar to her. Letting her hand run through Ember's soft dark hair, Val looked at her with the awe and affection she hadn't allowed herself. Lettinger her fingers thread Ember's, she chuckled. "Yeah, it... feels good. Normal. The way it was before, kinda."

Especially with Ember here, now. Val would let herself forget and be happy, for just the moment. She deserved that much, right? And Ember did, too. "I missed you too, lovely. Now, let's get outta here. My apartment ain't that far away." Quickly radioning Renee that something had come up and she'd be out, Val pulled Ember with her, outside of the clinic into the sunshine. Still holding her hand, as if the other woman might just disappear.

It was a 10 minute walk to her studio apartment. It was in a somewhat lonely part of Redwood, but Val liked the size and just because she was a chatterbox didn't mean she didn't like the calm and quiet. Opening up the door, she led Ember into a spacious apartment. Tall windows letting the sun in, shelves and other furniture lining the walls, filled with books and other knickknacks to make the place cozier. A makeshift bedroom made with a portable divider, and, in the middle facing the outside, a small Island of couches, chairs and a table. Normally Val would've asked if Ember wanted to drink something, offer her to sit down, along those lines. But now she just reached up, cupping Ember's face and pulling her into a kiss, loving and gentle and a little bit deeper than she had allowed it to be back at the clinic.

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It was so easy to fall back into walking next to Val, holding her hand, Ember's fingers gently caressing the back of the other woman's hands. There was something calming and excitable at the same time to be heading over to Val's place - something she's done plenty of times before and yet, it was all new, in a new place, unknown territory.

They were on the same page, though - when they arrived, Val didn't linger, didn't do pleasantries, they went right back to kissing and Ember sighed into it, the neediness that she didn't show too much before coming out now.

She's seen the place just enough that after a few moments she started leading the two of them towards the couches and once Val's legs hit the couch, Ember pushed the other down onto it, standing there, watching her for a few moments, taking in the entire woman - the frizzy, curly hair, the desire in her expression, the lanky body, those breast that curved and fit right into her palms, Ember knew from experience. "Fuck, you're still so gorgeous," she breathed and then climbed into Val's lap, straddling her and kissing her again, deep and full of desire.

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They picked up where they had left off. Like there hadn't been several years that they hadn't seen each other in, they just slipped back into their old rhythms. And Val didn't mind it. Kissing Ember with the same desire and need, not holding back as if a barrier had been broken.

Val followed Ember's lead, let herself be pushed onto the couch, meeting Ember's gaze as they stared at each other for just a moment. Things may have changed but she was still as beautiful as ever. Those warm, brown eyes that Val could get lost in. Her beautiful brown hair, sometimes tied up, sometimes falling onto her shoulders. Val remember how she played with it when they were half-asleep in her bed, strands between her fingers. "Can only say the same to you, honey." Val immediately reached out to Ember, kissing her again, letting her tongue gently trace Ember's lips. Her fingers found skin, soft and warm beneath her fingers, just from where Ember's shirt had slipped up. Her fingers traced the familiar curve of the other woman's hips, before pushing upward her back. Val pulled away enough to let her lips trace the gentle line of Ember's jaw, placing kisses, soft and feathery, down to her throat.

"Mh... Can I...?" A lingering question muttered against the crook of Ember's neck as Val's tugged on Ember's shirt.

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Ember chuckled against Val's skin, eyes closed, leaning into Val as her head tilted, giving space for Val's lips to caress her skin softly, gently as she asked Ember whether she was okay with going further. It was all so familiar and so new somehow at the same time and Ember didn't want either of them to stop. "Fuck yeah, please. I want this. I want you." There was no uncertainty after, both of them getting lost in the pleasure of each other, not caring about the past or the future, only about the other person, about feeling good and feeling close, feeling that intimacy and closeness they've known well over the years between the two of them.

END.

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1 - Rebellious Teenager

Part 2

Kenobi's Future

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1 year later

"Padme, where's your sister?" I called out crossing my arms over my chest. She sits her book down laying on her bed shrugging her shoulders. Her hair is straightend and falling over her shoulders. Throwing my head back I groaned in annoyance. Padme is a good seven year old daughter. The one who actually listened to Obi and I when we say that the sands are dangerous. That we still should be on alert of the Empire possibly send more people to hunt Jedi. Spinning on my heels my boots hit the ground floor harshly and my husband takes notice from the kitchen. He stops making dinner, sitting the spoon on the countertop. "Darling, you alright?" He rests his hands on my shoulders, feeling that I'm stressed through the Force. For years Kiera has become a little bit of a pain.

I don't ever remember being a rebellious teenager growing up. But then again I think it was actually my sister who was the troublemaker. She would have us skip our lessons to go running down the beaches back home. The only thing mom ever caught me doing was reading book about the different planets when I should have been focusing on math. Becoming a Jedi gave me the chance to explore the galaxy. A big thud is heard from the girls room causing Obi-wan and I to grab our lightsabers rushing inside. Lowering my weapon I see Kiera rubbing her back with the window wide open like she was trying to sneak back in. "Kiera Kenobi!" I barked stomping my foot on the ground of the house. She slowly pulled her hood off her head revealing that her hair was no longer the Aburn color like her father's but in fact bright blonde. "Where in the galaxy have you been. And what made you think this was alright?" I pick up stands of her new colored hair but she pushed my hand down.

Kiera's POV

Opening the window to mine and my sisters room I climbed through but my left boot got hooked on a plant outside making me fall inside with a load thud. Padme leans up on the bed when our parents bursts in holding their lightsabers. Dad eyes me while mom started going off. I have been sneaking out because I like to watch the pilots leaving the town. Even today I saw one large ship land and a guy with a Wookie walked out. Dad hates flying but somehow I dream about it. Getting to my feet I pushed past mom where she shouted my name. Once I'm outside I climbed on the roof of the doorway just letting the hair blow in the wind. "Kiera, Kiera!" My ears picked up my father's voice this time. He grunts sitting down beside me still wearing his old Jedi robes.

"Mom's not happy with me is she?" I questioned resting my head on my arms crossed over my legs. He rests his hand on one knee with his other leg laying flat on the ground. "No babygirl she's not. You know she doesn't - we don't like you sneaking out." Throwing my head back I groaned into the air. Ever since I got captured years ago with little princess Leia. I have gotten the edge to explore since a few years ago. Resting my hand on my belt I feel my lightsaber still there. Mom said I can wear it as long as I'm careful. "I'm sorry I'm not like innocent Padme anymore, dad. I just want to see what's out there." I throw my hands up then dropping them with a heavy sigh. Dad scratches at his beard which is when he's in thought. "Lisen, honey. Just be careful. You're mom and I don't want you getting with the wrong crowd."

Hours later mom and dad are asleep. Padme is coloring some drawings before I hear a small beeping on my tracker. Climbing out of the bed I hit play seeing the guy and the Wookie from earlier appear. "Hey, I saw you checked out our ship. If you ever want a ride. Come by the ship yard tomorrow night." The called ends quickly where I run a hand through my hair. Whoever the pilot was he just offered me a way to explore the world. Grabbing my green cloak and tying my boots I creak open the bedroom door. I tip toe through the house as best as I can. Swiping some credits from the table by the door I closed it slowly. "Dangerous you are, Young Kiera." I nearly scream at the sound of a sudden voice. Drawing my lightsaber out I waved it around seeing a small figure sitting at my feet. "Yoda...what are you doing here?" I asked lowering my weapon a little. The little green man stares at me glowing blue. "Keeping an eye on you I am. Worry your mother feels for your future."

"My mom doesn't understand. I - I want to leave this place." He waved his hand in disagreement. My parents looked up to the little green Jedi Master. I don't understand everything about them but they look to him for guidance. "Look to the future you shouldn't. Dangerous the galaxy is. Protecting you, your family is." Shrugging my shoulders I rest my chin in the palm of my hand, sitting on the ground. "They still want me to be that sweet eight year old daughter. Be like Padme forever. But that's not the case, Master. I want adventure and I want a love...I don't think I can get that if I remain here." The former Jedi walked over placing a hand on my shoulder, closing his eyes taking a breath. "Clear your future will be in time. Learn to control your emotions, you must...Young Kiera." Before I could say another word he disappeared into thin air where I bend my face in my knees sighing heavily.

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"Brook stops with the face you're still recovering after all, and I've learned to be more careful now." Nina went to carry on about she wasn't even looking at her sister to see thier expression but she didn't in order to know that Brook had her brow furrowed up in a, not of concern. A sad gloss over those big wide doe eyes and her lips tugged into a pout. Ever since Nina lost her arm she hadn't been on a mission alone or without her dad or Brook. But Brook was still healing from getting that hole blown into her chest. Meaning no mission for some time. Dad was already off taking care of something else leaving the Stargent to fill in the Super soldier role needed. Trying not to focus too much on the fact of being a replacement or fill in for Steve as Nina was carrying one of the sakes full of supplies to the quinjet tossing it over to one of the agents without much care about how the heavy bundle in thier own hold made them stumble a bit, as she turned around to face her sister now. "Hey, worry wort I'll be okay alright? there ain't no big fights happening this time they just need muscle in case infiltrations to go wrong that's a simple in-and-out mission for me. I'll be back to prank you enough to wish I was still gone alright?" Brooklyn look a little more okay once that was all said and done Nina just sighed softly. "Sis don't worry I'll be fine I promise I'll be extra careful even for your sake will that ease your worries some?" Waiting for her sister to answer Nina just gently tapped her fist against her sister giving them a 'playful' punch there. "I'll see you when I get back so just keep track of everything that goes on well I'm okay," Nina said turning on her heels as she made her way onto the jet now waving her hand. ---- Timing for Nina on this mission had to be a god-sent however seeing how not too long after Steve returned from his own. Agents and Steve bring in a truck's worth of men with them, they had been helping to smuggle in weapons and likely more from a Hyrda operation. Ever since heroes like the Avengers became far more normalized in the world it opened up new problems. People scavenge battle zones long after the fights to claim items left behind or not taken care of by the new clean-up crews created by Stark Industries. A raising issue they have been needing to crack down on especially when people like hydra started getting on this hiring people to gather up stuff for them and help smuggle it around under the Avenger's eyes. People like Arturo. He got lucky once before when Captain America was part of a mission that involved one of his jobs but not so much this time. Seem they were better informed on what to look for. The Captian stepping out to help relay information on the mission part of Arturo felt like he was standing on a boat right now. He had run into her not too long ago so he knew now who the Stargent was..what if she was here now? She worked with Captian America after all right? Was it an Avenger? Was his first thoughts as they had the men standing outside the truck made to wait? They were going to question them all before turning them over to the cops to deal with from there. Arturo wasn't sure f he should count himself lucky when the only young woman to come towards Captian America was a blonde midget. But any sigh of relief to come from him to clue in that maybe Nina wasn't here was quickly sucked back in when the girl looked at the men lined up against the truck he recognized her from that day at the country fair. From how wide her eyes widen seemed she recognized him right away too. A shove against his back told him it was his turn to go, as Captain America glanced toward him now as well. He just kept his head low and looked to the ground.

-- Agent speaking to him across a cold metal table had a file set out in front of him. Accounts of previous jobs he had taken through Hydra not that Arturo was being all that corruptive to give over any answers they were looking for. Which was aggravating the agent dealing with him and he was aware of it getting him to snitch wasn't going to happen. he has been at this long enough to know one thing. when you do the kind of work he does you learn to fear who employed you over who is going against them. Mixing with Hydra was good pay a job here and there and he was set. Like he was willing to lose that meal ticket. The agent pushed away from the table and went to leave the room along with the file. Tossing over thier shoulder they may not answer him but they were sure a super soldier would get answers out of them.

"Great" he muttered under his breath as the door was shut "just what I need talking to blue glory himself. Blockhead likely don't who I am so maybe I can talk my way out again." out of the conversation no the room, being that his hands were cuffed behind his back and keeping him attached to the chair was going to make escape less likely. Turning his head left and right even leaning back a little to get a feel for where he was check for any blind spots or make a way out. A dumb thought in the first place but didn't hurt to try. When the door opened again he was expecting the Captian to stroll on in as he lowered his head down only to come face to face with the shrimp again. Shutting the door behind herself as she went to stand on the other side of the table giving a glance at the door before she settled her stance. Hmm, he was guessing she was sneaking in here to speak. "Ey Chica. your the one that was with my kid the other day aren't ya?" he watched how her shoulders squared and tensed from him wording it like that. Hmm, defense it seemed, her eyes narrowed his way a little. "What shock to find out your friend related to a crook? I ain't surprised she never said a thing about me. She always had her mind all set into the whole black and white system." he went snuff about "Don't know why clearly me being how I am lead her to where is now" He shrug his shoulder going on ahead to take credit for who Nina turned out as if he were around to directly affect her life in such a way. "Seeing how she ain't charging in here I'm guessing she ain't here?" he went to press. Thought confirmed by the girl. "So then what do you want? I'm guessing you not to press about why I got dragged her or are you just here to try and defeat my girl now?" As if he had any right to refer to Nina as his kid. Brooklyn's face said as much and he knew it, pissing her off was the goal after all. "She can deny it all she wants but yeah I'm the dad, pft she could learn a thing or two if you ask me but guess she managed to weasel herself into a cozy setup in the end." He held his smile seeming pleased with himself as if he had any right to who Nina became. "Gotta say though for a kid that liked gettin' into scapes least she found something that let her do it more. "Guess she is her father's daughter at the end of it all. Can't imagine your group will want that known to reflect on her image though right? You for sure wouldn't?" what was he working at now? "So why don't you give me hand here voucher for me and help me outta this and I just go away leave the state so the worry or fear of dragging Nina down to being a crooks kid don't come up." He offers a shrug of his shoulder "Or doesn't and it comes out when you could have helped her out. up to you."

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The Fog Chapter Five

After talking and explaining the situation, Mike and Annie found themselves being led to a room in the small Cabin. There they were met by two other children. The boy looked about Mike’s age, and the girl was probably no older than 10.

“Who are they?” Asked the girl.

“Two id-” Alli stopped herself from talking. “I mean, two people who got lost in the woods. They’re gonna stay with us until we all get out of here. Be nice.” She left the room, leaving the siblings alone with their new acquaintances.

“So, you're gonna introduce yourselves?” Said the girl.

“Oh, yeah. Well, my name’s Annie.”

“I’m Mike.”

“Wow, such a terrific audience. You both really seem excited to get to know us.” The boy said dryly. “Anyways, my name’s Kenny. Lilith’s my cousin. but I see her as my sister.”

“I’m Charlotte. But you can call me Char. How’d you two end up in this hellhole?” The girl said, brushing pieces of her hair out of her face.

“We were supposed to be bird watching, but we got lost last night. We found the cabin and Lilith answered the door.” Mike explained. “How’d you guys end up here?”

“Lilith and I were going camping around a month ago but got lost. We found the house with Alli and Char in it.”

“Me and Alli were…well, it’s classified. But we found the cabin and decided to crash for a couple days. Days tired into weeks, and weeks turned into two months.”

“Wow. That’s…a long time.” Annie looked at the two children she had just met. “Do you guys…miss your parents?”

“Lilith’s parents were druggys, we don’t miss them at all. I miss my dad though.” Kenny sighed. He looked…odd, to say the least. his hair was dyed brown, but his blonde roots were showing. He had a scar over his right eye, and his sweater was old and torn. Charolette looked odd too, but her clothing was more put together. The only unordinary aspect of her was her chestnut colored skin littered with white patches. Other than that, she did not look like she had been trapped in the woods for two months.

“So, do we just sit around and do nothing all day?��

“Excellent question, what was it…Annie? Anyways we go to the yard. It’s fenced off, so no monsters can see it. We check to see if any fruits are ready to be picked. If they are, we bring them inside and wash them. Alli uses them to make food. Another thing we do is sharpen sticks. you know, in case anything tries to kill us. We also r-“ Charolette was cut off by Mike.

“I’m sorry, in case something tries to KILL you? No thank you. That is not what I signed up for.”

“Listen buddy, no one wants this. But, it is what it is. Plus, no monster has ever found us. We’re safe.” Kenny said in an attempt to calm Mike down. Annie placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Calm down Mike. We’ll get out of here.” Annie reassured with a forced smile. She was trying her best to be calm.

“Your sister has a point. We’ve been planning an escape for a long time. and plus, we found out what the monster’s weakness is.” Kenny said proudly.

“You did? What is it?” Asked Annie with a skeptical expression.

“Fire.”

“Fire? What kind of weakness is that?”

“You see Mike, the monsters have been through a lot. I mean, we live in Connecticut. But never fire. They’re not adapted to deal with extreme heat. All we need is a couple bottles of something flammable and a match then boom, they’re wiped out. No monsters, no magic controlling the exits. No magic, nothing stopping us from getting out of here.” Charolette explained, Taking her hair out of the ponytails it was in and letting it down. “Now anyways, I’m going to sleep. It’s late, and i’m in charge of setting up traps tomorrow. good night, new people.”

“Char, it’s only 9:34.”

“Kenny, do you think I care? I’m tired.”

“Fair point. I’m going to take a shower. You two can do whatever, but don’t go downstairs. Lilith’s a little bitch at night.”

Mike looked around the room. There was a bunk bed. I guess we’re sleeping on the floor. He thought.

“Oh, by the way, there’s a pull out under the bottom bunk. It’s not the greatest, but it’s better than the floor.” said Char as she climbed the bunk bed. Annie pulled out the small bed. It had no sheets, but it had three pillows.

“Here, Mike. You can have the bed. I’ll just take two do the pillows.”

“Thanks An.”Mike climbed onto the small bed and laid down. He watched as Annie fell asleep on the floor. It was strange. but for some reason, he felt safe. Something he had never felt at home. He felt that somehow, although it seemed impossible, everything was going to be okay.

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

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Amity Blythe, a girl in her late teens, with porcelain skin, striking green eyes, and short dirty blonde hair.

I was eighteen at the time when I saw the beast.

As children we were told the story about it, but none of us believed it. We thought it was a scary story to keep us kids out of the woods, but no it was to keep us safe from what's inside the woods.

The story went something like this. " Behind the town's high school were the woods, and in the woods layed a monster that was ten feet tall. No one who went inside

never came back alive.", or something like that, you know the usual tale that was told to children. It’s been so long since I heard that story, so my memory is a little fuzzy. I thought it was just a creepy story to keep kids out of the woods. I tried so hard to forget that day, to forget that story.

I was a freshman in high school six years ago. Life went as expected for a high school student. Goofing off with friends in class, going to parties, etera.

It was about eight in the morning when my strict teacher came in with a worried look on her face. She turned on the tv, and she never did that. It was the news.

" A child has been found dead in the woods. A figure was spotted. Investigators think that this figure is a link to the ten missing children and five dead teens. The high school should be evacuated, and classes will resume till the investigation ends."

" Hey Amity, you want to go to the café?" My friend Tom asked me after being ushered out of the building.

Thomas is one of my friends that I've known since kindergarten. He's one of those kids that makes you question your choice of friends, but you like too much to really care.

“ Sure! I have nothing to do, since class has been canceled.” I said cheerfully.

“ Great! I heard that they have some new items, and honestly it sounds really good!”

“ Honestly Tom, do you ever think without your stomach?” I laughed.

We both began walking off campus, towards the quint cafe, and soon the smell of baked goods, and coffee grounds filled the air.

We walked in the brown and beige café, and ordered our drinks along with the typical food in a café. Tom offered to pay for my part, I declined, but as soon as I finished placing my order he shoved me out of the way, and paid for it.

“ So, do you really believe that we could have a murderer in town?” Tom asked me

“ I mean, no, this is a rather small town so I think we would be able to tell if we had one. However, it is strange that many people have gone missing.”

“ Do you think it was the monster?” Tom said in a very silly way while flailing his arms at me.

“ Quit it, you bonehead!” I laughed, “ It’s just a fairytale. It’s not real.”

Just then my phone chimed, I looked at it, a text from my mom.

“ Hey honey I’m going to be out of town for the week. I need you to pick up your sister today.”

I sighed.

“ Everything okay?” Tom questioned

“ No, my mom is out of town again. I swear she’s always out of town since my dad died. I know that her job doesn’t require her to go out, so she’s doing something. Sorry to cut this short Tom, but I have to go pick up my sister.”

“ Hey no worries, I can come with you, my sister is in the same class, and my dad asked me to pick her up today this morning.”

“ Thanks Tom.”

We got our orders and left for middle school. The walk was pretty far from the café, but we got to the school in time to pick our siblings up.

“ Hey kiddo!” I said

“ I thought Mom was picking me up.” she said disappointedly

“ Yeah no, she's ''out of town” this week, so I’m picking you up.”

“ Hey Ruby, are we still hanging out tonight?” Her friend cut in.

Ruby looks up at me.

“ I’m fine with it, as long as it’s at our place. I know that your parents are out tonight Katie.”

Katie whispered something to my sister before she stated

“ Don’t worry about it, we can still do that.”

I grab Ruby’s hand and begin to walk home.

“ I wish Mom could stay home for once.”

“ I know, kid, and she wonders why we don’t talk to her, she’s never there.”

Ruby nodded

“ So, what were you and Katie planning to do?”

“ Have a sleepover.”

“ Anything else?” I pushed

“ No.” Ruby said quickly.

We get into the house.

“ Hey Ruby, make sure you do your homework. I know it’s the weekend but you still need to do it. I’m going to start on dinner, I’ll call Katie over when I’m almost done with it.”

She groaned but went to the table to do the homework.

I was in the middle of cooking when someone knocked on the door. I was waiting for the sauce to boil, so I answered the door.

“ Hey Katie! I was just about to call your house for you to come over. Come on, dinner is almost ready.”

She walked through the threshold and placed her bag by the door.

The sauce finally boiled and dinner was served when the sun set.

" Thanks for dinner Amity!”

“ No problem, I’m going to my room to do homework, so if you need me just yell.”

I went upstairs to my room, and closed my door. I heard the T.V play downstairs.

It was about midnight by the time I finished my work, and went to check on the girls.

“ Hey Ruby, Katie, are you guys good?” I ask stepping out of my room

The T.V was off.

“ Maybe they’re in Ruby’s room” I thought to myself.

I knocked

“ Hey, are you guys alright?” I opened the door, only for my smile, that I didn’t know I had, fall. They weren’t in her room. I ran downstairs.

“ Maybe they just fell asleep while watching T.V. and it shut off” I hoped

“ Ruby?” I called looking in the living room. No one was there. Katie’s bag was gone.

I started to panic, when I saw a note on the coffee table.

“ Me and Katie went to woods, be back soon

~Ruby”

I grabbed my phone and called Tom.

It rang twice before he picked up

“ Hello?”

“ THOMAS I NEED YOUR HELP! RUBY AND KATIE WENT TO THE WOODS, AND I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG THEY BEEN OUT! I NEED YOU TO HELP ME!”

“ Whoa, whoa, calm down Amity! I’ll be over in five”

Five minutes later Tom was at my house. I ran to him and grabbed him.

“ We need to find them! Ruby is the only family I have, I can’t lose her!”

“ I figured that you would look for them, so I brought flashlights. Get in my car and we’ll drive to the school, and start searching that part of the woods first.”

I got in his car, and sat there, anxiously.

“ Hey, it’s going to be okay, we’ll find them.” Tom said grabbing my hand

We pulled up to the school, and got out of the car. I turned on the flashlight that Tom handed me.

“ Stick together, I don’t want to risk being separated.” I said before grabbing his hand and walking to the forest.

I started to call for the girls.

“ RUBY! KATIE!” I voiced echoed, mocking me.

“ RUBY! THIS ISN’T FUNNY COME OUT!”

“ Amity.” Tom’s voice shook, “ Look down.”

I looked down and saw bodies on the ground. I tried to hold my scream. Tom quickly covered my mouth.

“ Shh! We don’t know what’s out here. None of those bodies look like Ruby or Katie, we should keep looking.”

“ Tom, what if something happened to them?”

We heard a stick snap behind us. We whipped around and saw a creature that had gray dead skin, so skinny that you could see bone, sharp yellow teeth, black hollowed eyes, horns, and scythe-like arms that were dripping in blood.

“ RUN!” Tom yelled as it screeched at us.

With tears running down my face, I ran as fast as I could. I was a head of Tom, and we could hear the beast behind us.

Tom fell over a root, and I stopped to help him up. Looking behind I saw it, I froze in fear. He grabbed me and started to run, my body unfroze and just ran. I ran till I was out. I didn’t realize that Tom was no longer with me.

“ TOM?” I shouted before hearing his agonizing screams, and the monster roaring out.

“THOMAS!” I screamed out falling to my knees, sobbing. I couldn’t do anything to save him.

Since that day I’ve been institutionalized for major depression, PTSD, and Night Terrors. It’s been a few months. I still have nightmares, I can see Thomas being killed. Later on that day they found his body, along with Ruby’s and Katie’s belongings. Those two were labeled as missing, but no sign of murder. The investigators never found the other bodies I saw, but based on what I saw, that monster most-likely ate them.

Authors Note: So this was supposed to be up three years ago, but I forgot about it. I finished it, mainly because it fit really well for the writing assignment that I was given two days ago. Hoped yall liked this!!!( also the main character's name had nothing to do with toh, it was a school project and one of the characters had to be named a positive name idk why but it did.)

#story #demon #forest #creepypasta #halloween #scary stories #one shot story #school project

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messers-moony · 3 years

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My Everything | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: When five marauders goes to two within the instance of a day. Two children are left without fathers and a wife is left without a husband.

Request: Sirius Black x Wife!reader reuniting and she's Remus sister

A/N: My first Harry Potter request. I got so excited to see this in my inbox and I hope it isn’t the last :)

Perhaps it was the feeling of betrayal she felt when he was finally gone. The fact that everything he’d ever said was a lie. She couldn’t help but think maybe his vows were a lie too. The five Marauders were now two. Only two left. How did this even happen?

The unbreakable group of five. James Potter, the so-called leader of them all. The mom friend who always made sure everyone was okay and cared for. Sirius Black, the second in command. The mischievous, charismatic troublemaker who was always in detention. Peter Pettigrew, the outcast of them all. The shy and naive boy who gave them all a sense of logic. Remus Lupin, the intelligent and solace of them all. The only boy smart enough not to get caught. Y/n Lupin, the creative and sneaky one. The only one who could sneak and out of the Potions cabinet without Slughorn noticing.

Now it was just the Lupin twins who, as Sirius called them, the “Linking Lupins.” It was hard in the beginning. First-year was difficult. All they had was each other. Lyall hadn’t really been accepting in the first place, but Hope was always blissfully unaware of her son's problem. All she knew was that he had to go away once a month. Lyall cursed himself out every night that Remus went away, cursing himself for letting this happen to his son.

The cries of his baby girl begging for her brother. The wails of Y/n pleading for Remus not to go away. Not wanting to let go of him, hearing Remus from inside the room in the basement begging to be let out. Sobbing, crying for his mum or his dad to let him out, praying that the wolf doesn’t take over. Whimpering at how much it hurts the way his bones dislocate and relocate back together in a new way.

So yeah, first year was challenging. But Dumbledore had a safe place for him to go every evening of the full moon, and Y/n would be there when he woke up every time. Remus relished in the way her hands felt in his. They were so soft compared to his calloused ones. So gentle compared to his often rough movements. Small compared to big. She was everything he wasn’t, and he was happy about that.

James Potter was the first to talk to them with his flamboyant nature. His eyes were the lightest of browns with spotted glittering green. His smile was perfect and straight. How could someone’s smile be that way at the ripe age of eleven? Despite his aura screaming, “I’m the popular kid, and you’re the loser,” he was actually quite nice.

Upon looking at James, the Lupin twins both thought of trouble. They remembered the popular kids from their muggle school before this one, how they used to belittle Remus for his scars and how Y/n used to push them away. So, forgive them for being a little cautious around him. It didn’t help that James’ counterpart was the opposite of them both.

Sirius Black, lanky and confident. This boy had no boundaries and absolutely no limits. If he wanted it, he was going to get it. His eyes were the purest iron, and his smile was white like quartz. Hair black as coal and personality as gregarious as the color wheel. His style was toned back, but his character could’ve put the color wheel to shame with how bright he was. Sirius Black could’ve been the antonym to Remus and Y/n Lupin.

During second year they found another boy who was being beaten by Slytherins for his scarlet and golden robes. He was stocky, and it seems that he was pretty timid. His blond hair was disheveled, and his blue eyes full of fright. Y/n had stepped in front of him just like she had Remus from the bullies back in muggle school. Her wand was held tight in her grip as she stared at them.

“What are you gonna do, Loony Lupin?” One of them snarled.

“Aguamenti.”

The Slytherins were now covered in water. Damp like they had all taken a shower with their clothes on. Their black robes turned a shade darker. The evergreen accents turned olive, and the silver turned into grey. The main Slytherin boy gritted his teeth, and his icy eyes stared into Y/n’s e/c ones.

“You’ll pay for that.”

Y/n pocketed her wand in her robes, smiling sweetly, “I’m sure I will. Now, run along before I do something worse.”

They didn’t want to obey, but they also didn’t want to stay in that situation. The Slytherins scurried off like dogs following their owner's command. Y/n fixed her hair with her hand and turned around. She was offering her soft hand to the boy who was frozen, shocked, staring at her. Hesitantly he gripped her hand, allowing her to pull him up. She was only slightly shorter than him.

“Y/n Lupin.” She introduced, “You are?”

“Pe- Peter Pettigrew.”

Y/n bowed playfully, “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Peter.”

“Pleasure.” Peter muttered shyly as her group of friends approached.

Remus swung an arm around her shoulders, “You’re bloody brilliant, you know?”

“Our star.” Sirius swooned jokingly as Y/n punched his shoulder, causing him to pout, “Who’s this?” James queried, looking at Peter, who cowered under the hazel-eyed gaze.

“Boys,” Y/n smiled brightly, “This is our new member of the Marauders. Peter Pettigrew.”

Peter fiddled with his hands anxiously, “New- New member?”

“Mhm!” Y/n hummed, “You’re our new addition.”

James smiled, “Any friend of Y/n’s is a friend of ours. Welcome, Peter.”

From then it went from four to five. Peter never really stopped thanking them for letting him in. For the first time, Peter felt at home, and it was thanks to Y/n. He realized how kind she was, how creative she was. It was so strange. The group was so different, like extraordinarily diverse, yet they worked together so well. Y/n and Remus seemed to be the brains of things. James and Sirius seemed to be the trouble makers. Peter just did his own thing but always contributed.

In fifth year Remus started to worry. Everyone was so secretive. They stopped hanging around as much, even his sister. It hurt. It really hurt to see them seeking around on the map that he and Y/n created together for the most part. It wasn’t until during the winter break did Y/n finally realize what they were doing affected them.

Remus barely cried. Or at least that’s what people made it out to seem. Remus actually cried a decent amount. He was snuggled up in his room. His blanket encasing him, and his arms held around his pillow tightly, gripping it as if it’d leave him like he felt everyone else was. His heart felt broken. Y/n was outside his door, hearing his soft cries, and gently knocked on the door.

“Rem. Can I come in, please?”

He didn’t say anything, so she just let herself in. The door closed behind her with a click, and she saw her tall brother curled up into the tightest ball with silver streams on his cheeks. Y/n sat in front of him and rubbed the side of his arm. Remus’ eyes continue to release water like a dam that had been broken. He couldn’t swallow it no matter how hard he tried.

“What’s wrong, Rem?”

Remus didn’t say anything. He just dug his head deeper into the pillow he was holding. Y/n’s hand made its way to his sandy-colored hair. She was scratching at the scalp and smoothing his hair away from his face keeping the strands from getting wet. Her hand hesitantly reached his cheek and wiped away the tears that kept falling.

She sighed, “Remus, please.”

“You’re- you’re gon’ leave me, aren’ you.” Remus choked.

“Leave you?” Y/n questioned softly, afraid if she raised her voice any more, it’d make things worse, “I wouldn’t leave you if I was given a chance, Remmy.”

He sniffled, “You- you haven’ been a- around.”

“I know.” Y/n soothed, caressing his cheek, “But there’s an explanation for it. James, Sirius, Peter, and I have been distant. We know that. But there’s a reason for it. You’ll find out soon.”

Remus’ eyes met his sister's warm e/c ones, “Please don’t leave me.”

“Never.”

He smiled gently. The corners of his lips barely curled, but she knew it was there. Remus had fallen asleep with his sister's hand in his hair. When she was sure he was sleeping, Y/n left the bedroom, allowing him to sleep peacefully. Then she wrote a letter to James where she knew Sirius was staying too.

One more week, Y/n thought. One more week of this Mandrake leaf in their mouths until they could be done with this.

It took another month before it was ready. Before they were ready. They were in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom when they started. James started first. When he turned into a stag, they all began laughing. James turned back, pouting. Sirius turned second into a huge black dog. Y/n smiled and petted his head.

“Very fitting, Sirius.”

Sirius turned back, letting Peter turn next. He was so tiny that Sirius almost stepped on him. James and Y/n sniggered at their rat friend. Next was Y/n, who turned into a graceful cat. Her fur was black, and her eyes were a striking e/c. James smirked and nudged Sirius.

“Matching animagus’, eh?”

Sirius scowled, “Cats and dogs don’t match.”

Y/n turned back, “Don’t they?”

“Ready for this full moon?” James asked them all.

“��Course!”

“Yep!”

“Can’t wait.”

That full moon was better than them all. Remus had people to join him. There was something that he noticed, though. Every time he’d get close to the cat, the dog would growl and stand in front of her. It was like the dog was protecting what was his. Y/n noticed it too. Every time Remus got close, Sirius stood in front of her, keeping him at a safe distance.

It wasn’t until a quiet night in the Marauders dorm did Remus finally bring it up, “Sirius.”

“Remus.”

“How long?”

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, “How long what?”

“You know,” Remus moved his hand in a circular motion for him to continue, “How long have you liked my sister?”

“Woah, Remus.” Sirius stated in shock, “That’s quite the accusation.”

Remus tilted his head, “Is it?”

“Yeah. It is.” Sirius replied, “Y/n is my friend. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“So, you not sleeping with any girls for the past year is just a coincidence?” Remus questioned knowingly, “You staring at her during class and parties is just on accident?”

Sirius’ cheeks went pink, “And it’s definitely a coincidence that you always hug her first after every Quidditch match.”

“Okay, fine, fine.” Sirius confessed, “I like Y/n. I have for a while.”

“So why haven’t you asked her out?”

“Excuse me?”

Remus shrugged, “Why haven’t you asked her out yet? You know she enjoys going to Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks.”

“Mate, have you forgotten we’re talking about your sister?” Sirius asked, “Like your twin sister?”

“I know.” Remus replied, “She likes you too, you know.”

Sirius’ eyes were practically bulging out of his skull. How in the name of Merlin was Remus so calm about this? He said it so casually as if they were talking about the weather. Sirius expected Remus to get angry or throw a book at him.

“Are you- Are you giving me permission to date your sister?”

“As long as you don’t hurt her, sure.”

Sirius hesitated before asking his next question, “Can you help me do it?”

Remus smirked, “Casanova of Hogwarts can’t ask out Y/n?”

“Please, Remus.” Sirius begged, “I really like her, and I don’t want to fuck this up.”

Remus snorted, “You always fuck things up.”

“That’s why I need you!”

Remus just smirked triumphantly.

“Pleaaaseeeeeee.”

“Alright, fine.” Remus relented, “Just be cool about it, yeah? Take her to Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks. She’d enjoy that a lot. Maybe take her to Tomes and Scrolls.”

“You’re a lifesaver!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Remus rolled his eyes, “Now shut up. ‘M tired.”

The following day Sirius and Y/n did go to Hogsmeade together. She was amazed when they went into Honeydukes together. She picked out some of her favorite sweets and some for Remus since the full moon was a week away. When she went to pay for it, Sirius pushed her hand away, paying for it himself. Y/n wouldn’t stop thanking him.

Next, they went to Tomes and Scrolls. On any ordinary occasion, Sirius would’ve hated this. Truth be told, he wasn’t really a reader or a book person in general. But for her, he’d do absolutely anything. Y/n picked out some new books and began raving to Sirius about one in particular. So again, Sirius paid for them and told her to find a table in the Three Broomsticks.

Sirius went to the area where the book she was raving about was found. He grabbed one for himself, planning to read and annotate it for her. Maybe he’d give it to her as a birthday gift or just a random gift. Nonetheless, he knew she’d love it, and Sirius would fall off a cliff if she asked him to.

Inside he found her sitting with a hot chocolate and a butterbeer for himself. Sirius slid into the booth smiling at her. They talked about everything and anything. Sirius even went as far as to tell her some stuff about his family the other guys didn’t know about. He went on about how he envied Remus and her relationship wanting the same thing with Regulus.

Sirius told her how he wanted his future to look. How many tattoos he wanted. Where he wanted to live. How many children he wanted. So on and so forth. He was so open and so honest it surprised her. Generally, if someone asked Sirius what he wanted his future to look at, he’d just shrug. Now he was spilling everything to her.

It didn’t take long after that for them to become official. Remus smiled when she announced it. He was happy for her. Remus could see how happy Sirius made her, and for that, he was grateful that someone could take care of her in his absence. Y/n only wanted that for him too. One day she’d have a family, and Remus wouldn’t be her main priority. That scared her because, for all seventeen years of her life, it was just her and Remus.

After graduating from Hogwarts, they got married. It wasn’t anything huge, especially with Voldemort on the rise, but it happened. James was Sirius’ best man, and Marlene was Y/n’s maid of honor. Remus walked Y/n down the aisle and gently kissed her cheek before letting her go. Seeing Sirius and Y/n get married made James overjoyed to marry Lily, but that would happen all in due time.

So what was it that made her feel this way? Was it the betrayal? Was it the dishonesty? Was it the disloyalty? What was it in truth? The moment Sirius was locked away in Azkaban, everything changed. When Remus heard about it, she was his first stop. Inside he saw her with a baby on her lap. Their baby boy, just a year old. He was born only months before Harry.

Little Perseus Sirius Black. Y/n’s pride and joy. He was everything to her. Remus had walked into the house seeing his broken sister holding her child close to her as he cried. Remus walked in and gently took the child from her arms, allowing her to lean on his shoulder as he held Perseus. The little boy smiled at the familiar face of his uncle.

“Rem!”

Remus smiled softly, “Hey, Perseus.”

It took a long time for Y/n to collect herself. Remus had taken a spot in the house since he couldn’t find a place by himself. Y/n worked at the ministry most days, and Remus would take care of her little troublemaker. As Perseus grew, he looked more and more like his mother. The same e/c eyes and h/c hair. The only thing that made him look like a Black was his defined body and facial structure.

The sharp jawline, the defined nose, the straight cheekbones, the semi-hollow cheeks, and the pointed chin. His features were that of the Noble House of Black, yet he could’ve made his way to look like a Lupin even more. For a while, Y/n worked a lot. She was trying to keep her family afloat. But it wasn’t until Remus said he got a job offer at Hogwarts did she have to stop. Working for her felt like nothing. Every day she was worried about Perseus going to school. Especially with Sirius being out of Azkaban.

The night that Remus saw Peter Pettigrew on the map, he knew something was wrong and sent Y/n and owl for her to come to Hogwarts. Without hesitation, she did. On the night of that full moon, she was also down in the Shrieking Shack, holding Harry close to her, not wanting him to get hurt. When everything got resolved, she cried.

Y/n went home that night rethinking everything. A week later, Remus and Perseus returned home. She couldn’t remember holding Percy that tight ever. Y/n was just thankful that he was safe and he was home. That night that Y/n and Remus told Percy what really happened, why his father was never really in the picture.

A year later is when Perseus finally met his father - well, that he can remember. He was fifteen now, going into his fifth year at Hogwarts when Y/n and Remus took him to Grimmauld Place 12. It felt foreign, and it felt evil. Needless to say, Percy didn’t like the place. Inside, Sirius was waiting for them along with many others.

When the door opened and shut gently, he knew it was her. For the first time in over twelve years, he’d be allowed with his wife again. The woman he loved and the woman he felt the most solace with. He’d also see the boy that he used to know grown up into a young adult. The young gentleman Sirius always wanted.

Perseus stood in front of her, Y/n’s hands on his shoulders. Sirius almost chuckled at it. Percy was protecting her even if she didn’t know it herself. He stood in front of her for a reason, to make sure she’d be safe. Sirius stood in front of them, swallowing harshly.

“Remus, Y/n.” He choked on the last name.

“Good evening Sirius.” Remus greeted politely, “How have you been?”

Sirius shuffled, “I’ve been better.”

Remus hugged him, whispering in his ear, “Don’t fuck this up.”

“Hey, Siri.” Y/n smiled with tears in her eyes, “Hey, love.”

Gently she walked in front of Percy and hugged him tightly. Sirius’ arms went around her waist, and his nose dug into her hair. The scent of her perfume and shampoo calming his nerves slightly. Y/n dug her head into his neck and placed her arms around him. They pulled away and smiled. Gently he kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry for believing that you would ever,” She looked down, “You know.”

Sirius picked her chin back up gently, “You have nothing to be sorry for, love.”

Y/n kissed his lips softly. His lips were far from how she remembered. They were no longer soft and tasted of smoke. Instead, they were chapped and tasted of firewhiskey. Perhaps some things never change. Their lips melded together perfectly, just as they did so many years ago. They pulled apart, smiling brightly. She pulled from his embrace to stand by his side.

“Sirius, this is-“

“Perseus, I know.”

Perseus smiled nervously; they had the same smile, the same straight smile, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

It was silent for a while as Perseus shuffled, “Are you- are you staying this time?”

“I’d like to.” Sirius replied, “I’m not quite sure the extent of my living abilities, but I’ll be here.”

“I’m- I'm in Slytherin.”

“Okay.”

Perseus looked incredulously, “Okay? That’s all you have to say?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being in Slytherin.” Sirius stated, “Your heart is in the right place.”

“How would you know?” Percy snapped, “You’ve been gone for most of my life. You don’t know anything about me.”

Sirius quirked an eyebrow, “So you standing in front of your Mather was just a happy accident? You weren’t planning on protecting her. Shall something go wrong?”

Percy looked at the ground, “Someone had to make sure she was safe while you were gone.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair!” Percy yelled, “You left us. You don’t realize how badly you hurt her while you were gone.”

Remus walked back into the corridor to see Y/n frozen staring at her son. Sirius was standing in an argumentative stance. Percy’s eyes were filling with tears of frustration as he stared at the man who abandoned him from the start.

“You left me. You left mum. You left Remus.” Percy cried, “How did you expect this to go, huh?”

Sirius didn’t say anything, “Did you expect me to be happy?! Did you expect me to hug you and fall into your arms?!” Percy shouted, “Because I’m not. I’m not happy, and I’m not going to fall into your arms and hug you like a naive little boy. My mum deserves better than this bullshit.”

“Enough!” Remus snapped, and Percy froze, “Your father is risking his life to be here right now. To meet you. I get it. I wouldn’t be happy either if my father did what Sirius did. But with things, the way they are right now is holding a grudge really that important?”

“N- No, sir.”

“Percy.” Y/n called, and he stared at her with watery eyes as she approached him, “I get it. You’re angry, you’re upset, but he’s still your father. He wants to be here now.”

“B- But he-“

“I know, my love. He’s going to try and make up for it. You don’t have to trust him right away. You don’t have to say ‘I love you’ right away. He isn’t expecting that.” Y/n wiped the tears from his cheeks, “All he’s expecting is his son. The little boy that he last saw.”

Percy looked down, “I know you aren’t that little boy, and I wish you still were. The little boy that used to make me smile and laugh. The little boy that used to cause mischief around the house driving Remus mad.”

Sirius smiled, “You’re older now, and that will take some getting used to. I know you don’t remember, but Sirius used to be the only one who could get you to stop crying. He used to hold you all night, sleep with you in the rocking chair.”

“Sirius used to babble nonsense to you while I was at work. He used to take you to the park. Make you laugh by turning into a dog.” Percy sniffled, “Back then, Sirius was your everything, baby.”

Percy hugged his mom tight, “I- I’m scared.”

It was only loud enough for her to hear, “Why, baby?”

“What if- what if he leaves again?”

“He’s not going to.” Y/n moved the hair from his face, “Sirius wouldn’t leave us unless he had to.”

Percy knew what that meant. Sirius wouldn’t leave unless he got killed or died. Percy looked at Sirius’ eyes which were filled with tears from recalling the moments of his past. Y/n smiled reassuringly before Percy allowed himself to hug his father. He was wrapping his arms around his stomach, nuzzling his nose into his chest.

When they pulled apart, Sirius smiled, “You’re my everything, kiddo.”

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prettierthanurbf · 3 years

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So What?

Y/n walked down the halls to find her best friend, getting the overwhelming feeling she’d be stuck walking into class alone, when she finally bumped into someone she knew. “Oh, great.” She mumbled irritably.

He turned around with a grin. “Well, hello, y/n.”

She rolled her eyes at his cocky grin. “Where’s your brother?”

The question just made his grin grow wider, making your patience even thinner. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased.

She let her eyes wander around the halls to avoid eye contact when her eyes landed on him, sighing in relief, she pushed past his brother and hurried off to Tom. “Hey.” She said happily.

He looked up from his book. “Nice of you to wake up early for once.” He teased.

She laughed. “My parents are going to cut me off if I miss school to sleep in.” She explained.

He looked over her head, his eyes stopping on something that made his eyebrows furrow. “Mattheo’s staring at you again.” He whispered.

She quickly spun around to meet Mattheo’s eyes, turning back around so quick she almost fell over.

Tom helped her stand. “You alright?” He asked concerned.

She put a hand to her head. “I swear if he hexed me I’ll burn the little bastard.”

Tom chuckled. “Now I might just help you with that.”

Before y/n could say anything else, the teacher opened the doors for everyone in the class to walk in.

The whole class was a blur, mostly because y/n was asleep through half of it and hurrying to copy off of To ‘a notes during the other half, paying no attention to the teacher whatsoever.

Tom had to talk to one of his teachers before the next class started, which left y/n waiting outside on a bench alone with a book until class started.

Mattheo, who had grown bored of his friend group, walked off to bug y/n, sliding onto the bench and taking the spot a little too close to y/n.

She didn’t glance up from her book or move. “What?” She asked calmly.

He raised a brow. “No snarky comment? Hm.” He hummed. “Are you feeling alright?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

“Ah, there’s the tone I was looking for.” He grinned. “What’re you reading?”

She clicked her tongue. “You could check the cover, you know.”

He shrugged. “It would sound so much better coming from your lips than mine.”

She shut her book, her finger holding the page she was on, snapping her head to look at him. “What do you want, Mattheo?” She repeated, this time a little less calm.

He smirked. “Maybe I want to help with your anger issues.”

“Maybe you should work on yours first.” She said back.

He laughed. “We could work on it together.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d rather burn. Over and over. For eternity.”

He shrugged. “I could make it worth your while.”

She raised a brow. “What’s your angle, Riddle?”

He looked away with a small grin. “There’s no angle. I just think we could help each other out.”

“Have fun finding someone for that because I’m not your girl.” She slipped a small piece of paper into her book before getting up.

“But you could be.” Mattheo mumbled, but y/n had already walked off with all her things.

His shoulders slumped. “Great.”

Tom walked over to him laughing. “Did you seriously think whatever you were planning would work?”

Mattheo scowled at his brother. “It’s not like you’ve tried getting with her. Why is she so difficult.”

“She’s not into like that.” Tom said in a ‘duh’ tone.

Mattheo scoffed. “All the girls are into me like that.”

Tom shook his head and laughed a little more. “Not the one you like like that.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t like her like that, Tommy.”

“Then stop going after her, because I swear on my life and hers I will make yours a living hell if you break her heart or mess around with her for kicks. Got it?” Tom said sternly.

Mattheo put his hands up, a familiar teasing grin growing on his face. “It’s not that deep, brother.” And with that he walked off, another grinning glance at Tom before going straight ahead to see if he could find y/n.

He didn’t see her until school was over, when the clouds were making weird shapes up and the colors were changing from the sun going down, the black lake always looked prettiest at this time of day, which is why Mattheo chose to walk alongside it, also in hopes he’d find a weird creature in the water and draw it.

He came across y/n when he was walking back to the school, she was laying on her back, her head rested on her book bag, with a different book in her hands than she was reading hours prior. He walked over to her confidently.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

She sighed. “What?”

He sat down beside her. “So this is what you do after school?”

She rolled her eyes. “Quidditch practice was canceled today.”

He nodded. “Totally forgot you were on the team.”

She glanced at him. “Is there any reason you’re here or what?”

He shrugged. “Just wanted to know how you were doing.”

She pulled a piece of paper put of her robe, handing it to Mattheo without looking away from her book. “You read that and tell me how you think I’m feeling.”

His eyes scanned over the paper. “An animagus? Seriously?”

She shrugged. “Now I’ve got to wait for my uncle Newt to come down here and talk to me about everything.”

Mattheo handed the paper back. “So you can’t go home?”

She shook her head. “Apparently my brothers tore up the place pretty bad and they’re trying to get it under control.”

“So why don’t you just stay with me and Tom?”

She snorted. “Because it’s you and Tom. I swear both of you don’t know how to not argue, especially when you’re trying to do something ‘important’.”

Matthe scoffed. “We do not!”

She raised a brow. “So we’re just gonna play that game now?”

He shrugged. “I mean…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re an idiot if you think you don’t argue with your brother a lot.”

“Just stay with us.” It came out more as a plead than a suggestion, which was not Mattheo’s intention at all.

Y/n laughed. “Beg me.” She joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, ha ha, very funny.” He said sarcastically. “Just stay with us.”

She glanced at him from her book. “If I do will you go away?”

“Maybe.” He said.

She shrugged. “Fine. Just let your brother know so it’s not a surprise or anything.”

“Okay.” Mattheo got up. “Did you finish the other book?” He asked, stopping himself from running off to find his brother so he could talk to y/n some more.

She looked up at him. “Yes. I had most of my classes to read through it.”

“How long have you had this one?”

“Since lunch. Why?”

He grinned. “No reason, no reason.”

“Why?” She repeated, this time sternly.

Mattheo looked down at her. “You’ll find out.” He winked at her before running off to find Tom.

When Spring break rolled around, y/n, Tom, and Mattheo went to Tom and Mattheo’s mansion they inherited when their dad mysteriously passed away.

Y/n explored a little since it was a bit of an upgrade from where the Riddle brothers were staying when she last stayed with them.

She stepped into a dark ish bedroom with lots of books. She walked over to the blinds and pushed them open so she could get a better look in the room.

“I usually like the curtains closed.” Mattheo said, scaring the shit out of y/n.

She turned to him with a hand over her heart. “Warn a girl next time, Mattheo!”

He laughed. “Sorry, sorry.”

She continued to look around. “You know, your room is the darkest one in this whole house. And the most gloomy.” Her eyes landed on the bookshelves. “Except for the books. They’re gorgeous.”

He chuckled. “You can go ahead and take some if you want. I’ve read all of them so I don’t really care.”

She raised a brow before laughing. “You’ve read all these? Like actually, actually? You’re not screwing with me?”

He shook his head. “Is that a surprise?”

“Yes! In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you open a book.”

“You don’t spend any time in the library.” He stated. “That’s where I am during my free time.”

“When you’re not walking around the lake.” She said.

He laughed. “You stalking me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mattheo. I’ve seen you walking around like a loner because I spend most of my time by the lake. It’s where some of the hot guys at our school swim so it’s a pretty good view.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw before letting out a forced laugh. “I forgot you like staring at strangers who are half naked.”

She shrugged. “If they’re hot, they’re hot. I gotta stare.”

“You’re not like… staring at them like that, are you?” He laughed. “Cause that would be weird.”

“Oh, like how you look at me?” She said, raising a brow as a grin pulled at her lips.

He chuckled. “Now, darling, I think you’re just seeing things.”

“Oh?” She asked, walking over to him. “So if I were to take my sweater off you’d keep looking at my eyes?”

He laughed awkwardly. “Well, I think a lot of people would look, honestly…”

She raised a brow. “If your brother was changing you’d look at his chest?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. Obviously not.”

She nodded. “But you’d have a problem looking in my eyes instead of at my chest?”

“Well you’re not my sister so I can look.”

“Well now you just sound like a creep.” Y/n teased.

Mattheo scowled. “Well now you’re not being fair.”

“Oh no?” She grinned, unzipping her hoodie and sliding it off her arms. “My eyes are up here, Mattheo.”

“Screw this.” Mattheo mumbled annoyed. He cupped y/n’s face gently before pulling her in and pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled away for air after what felt like a short time period. “You do that to all the girls who try to take their sweater off?” She asked dumbfounded.

He shook his head and laughed, his hands still cupping her face. “You’re so blind sometimes, y/n.”

She raised a brow. “And you’re not?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?”

“You sound unsure.” She teased. “But you are.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his hands away. “You are more than I am.”

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you.” She said quietly. “And you never noticed.”

He grinned. “So the flirting was getting to you?” He teased.

“I’ll cut your throat.” She said quickly.

He chuckled. “I’ll take my chances.” He pulled her in for another kiss, pulling away when he heard footsteps getting closer to his room.

She quickly pulled back and stood by the bookshelf, getting a book off the shelf quickly. “What’s this one about?” She asked calmly.

Matthe cleared his throat. “Uh, uhm… werewolves.” He said after clearing his throat.

Tom knocked on the door frame. “Hey, there’s hot water on the stove right now. I’ve got to stop by the market to get some more stuff for dinner. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Mattheo grinned at y/n as Tom walked off to get his shoes on and leave for the market.

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭 ~ 𝐇.𝐋 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Swearing

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: Family always came first to you. That’s why you moved to Tokyo with your baby brother despite being miserable every single day, until you met him.

If NYC was the city that never slept then Tokyo was it’s younger sibling who was constantly trying to outdo the elder child. You ignored your younger brother who sat beside you in the taxi, leaning your head against the window and admiring the bright neon lights that stood out against the black of the sky.

No stars were visible, and the noise of the city was audible from inside the taxi, grinding against your ears. You hated it.

“Y/n.” You yanked my head from the cool glass of the window, leaving it foggy in your absence as Sean gently called your name. “We’re here.”

It was then you noticed the taxi had come to a stop, in front of a small looking building.

“This is it?” You asked, only getting a nod and sigh in response as the two of you exited the small vehicle, him sighing loudly as he picked up the bags.

You approached the door and knocked, waiting impatiently as the city air bit and nipped at your rosy red cheeks and nose.

It opened, revealing the man you recognized to be your father. You took a step back, turning the volume of the music in your ears up and letting Sean do the talking. You observed as their mouths moved, and the door closed on the two of you, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion before relaxing as it opened again.

This time he was fully clothed and a woman quickly scurried out from behind him, not giving any of you a second glance.

You pulled the earbud out, looking between your brother and father.

“Who was that?” You asked, following the two of them into the cramped building.

“A friend.” Your father responded sharply, before going over the ground rules and showing you to your rather small rooms.

The sleep was terrible that night. Unable to get comfortable on the thin mattress, and longing to be back at home in America. After all, you weren’t the child who had screwed up.

【~~~】

It took about three days for the reality of the situation you were in to settle in.

You were living in Tokyo. And you wouldn’t be returning home any time soon.

It was quite a rude shock when it finally hit you, and that’s when the tears every night started to pay visits.

You sure as hell weren’t the one who had fucked up, destroying not one but two cars, illegally racing and crashing through the frame of a house waiting to be built. No, that was Sean. But as usual you also had to pay for his mistakes and so off to Tokyo you went with him, leaving behind your friends, your family and your car.

It wasn’t like your mother was expecting you to live here forever with Sean. After all you were almost nineteen and very much so capable of making your own decisions.

She had wanted you to go with him for the first month though, not wanting him to be completely alone with no one but your father there for him, and by painting it out to be some exotic holiday she had convinced you to tag along.

It was a mistake.

Sean had started coming home later and later every night, adjusting well to life in the city. You on the other hand, had absolutely no friends, and despised your days with every fiber of your being. You had begun marking days off your calendar, counting down eagerly for the month to be over and for you to return home.

“I hate it here.” You shoveled food into your mouth, standing with your back against the counter of the kitchen as Sean absentmindedly filled a glass of water. “Why did I choose to come with you?”

“How would I know?.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed.

“You know if you hadn’t been so-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” He cut you off, rolling his eyes. “I get enough if that from Mom and Dad. Don’t need it from you too.”

His accent was far stronger than yours, and you mocked him, feeling defeated when he just rolled his eyes and turned back to his phone.

He read whatever was on the screen with a small smile on his face and nosily you leaned over, wanting to get a look.

“Fuck off.” He shoved your shoulder, still smiling.

“What’s got you looking all happy?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

He looked at you, a mischievous smile on his lips as you waited.

“How do you feel about going out tonight?”

【~~~】

Bodies crammed together in the parking garage, all surrounding the hundreds of cars parked in the lot. The immaculate paint jobs shined in the harsh neon lights, and most of them had their hoods up and their incredible engines on display, leaving your jaw on the ground every time.

You stuck close to Sean and Twinkie, feeling safer with your younger brother and his best friend. You felt intimidated by the gorgeous women who surrounded you, not that you were there to impress anyone. You were there for the cars.

The shitty 1990 Accord you had back in the states was nothing compared to the beasts that were parked in here.

You could feel vibrations in the ground, from the music and cars and it brought a small smile to your face as you walked through the swarm of people.

Sean’s eyes were scanning the crowd intently, clearly searching for someone.

He finally located who he was after and pulled you and Twinkie in the direction, his smile growing.

“There are some people I want you to meet.”

You were introduced to some faces you knew you wouldn’t remember, a gorgeous girl named Neela being one of the few you did.

You didn’t miss the way they looked at each other, or the way her boyfriend would possessively interrupt when you were talking to her, much to her dismay.

“And finally,” Sean said as you approached a man leaning back against his car, a small smirk on his face. “The one and only, Han.”

You flicked your eyes up to meet his, ignoring the way your breath slightly hitched in your throat.

He stuck his hand out to grasp yours, and you gripped it back with the same smirk he was wearing.

“Y/n.” You introduced yourself, not missing the way his eyes slowly traveled up and down your body. “I’m sorry about what my brother did to your car.”

His eyes returned to you, a smile on his face.

“It’s fine. Plenty of others sitting in that garage.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, his smile turning into a shy grin.

“Better keep Sean away from them then.” You teased, turning to your brother only to realize he had left.

You noticed him standing by Neela again, walking around her car while her boyfriend, Takashi, watched intently from afar.

“He’s in love. Has been since he saw her.” Han rolled his eyes, popping a chip into his mouth.

“Hard to see why he wouldn’t be.” You said. “She’s beautiful. Kind. Into cars.”

“And what about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you kind? Into cars?” He asked, following your eyes to Sean and Neela.

“You forgot beautiful.” You said with a small laugh as you moved to stand next to him, leaning against the Mazda RX-7 behind you. You were praying to god it was his car, otherwise the lucky owner would probably get very, very pissed.

“Nah.” He turned his head and looked down at you. “Don’t need to ask you that to figure it out.”

A blush crept into your cheeks and you couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face.

“Well, usually when someone is kind they don’t run around telling others about it.” Your eyes met his again. “And I love cars.”

He grinned at you, and you turned your head to look back at Sean.

A part of you wanted to play hard to get, but the other part knew that even after only five seconds of talking to this man you were fucking done for and he knew that as well.

“And what about you?” You copied his earlier words, elaborating when you saw his confused face. “Are you kind? Into cars? Beautiful?”

“Beautiful?” He scoffed. “Sweetheart I’m a damn model.”

You let out a laugh, feeling yourself relax.

“I was kind enough to not beat your brother to death after he totaled my car.” Han joked. “And as for cars-” He gestured to the garage, full of stunning, high performance cars capable of stealing your heart in a matter of seconds. “-I probably wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like them.”

“Yeah I suppose that was obvious.” You let out a content sigh. This was the first time you had forgotten about your little countdown, and also the longest conversation you had had with someone who you weren’t related to.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, admiring the cars that surrounded you for a few minutes before he turned back to you again.

“What are you doing here Y/n?”

Your head turned to his, your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, you think Sean doesn’t gush about his amazing older sister every chance he gets?” Han rolled his eyes at you like you were stupid.

“No. I find that very hard to believe.” You let out a small laugh. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Sean told me that you were eighteen, turning nineteen in a few months time. No one is forcing you to be here, in Japan.” Han explained, his dark eyes staring into yours. “And yet here you are. Living in Tokyo, miserable, because your delinquent brother couldn’t stay out of trouble in the states. Why?”

Your mouth opened, then closed, then fell open again. You turned your head away from the piercing dark eyes and glanced at your brother.

“Because that guy who destroyed your car is my baby brother. He’s the closest family I’ve got.” You watched Sean as he spoke to Neela, hearts in his eyes. “Family stick together Han. I couldn’t let him just up and leave to a brand new country, with no one but our father there for him.”

Han watched the way you spoke, feeling a warmth across his chest.

“It’s my job to protect him and be there for him, and I don’t care if I’m miserable the whole time I’m doing it. I’m going to be there.”

His jaw almost dropped as your words hit him like bricks.

“You know,” He started. “You remind me of someone I used to go way back with.”

You scoffed light-heartedly.

“How old are you?”

He just grinned. “Too old for you.”

“Well luckily for you, my age is too young for me.” You said. Despite your tone being confident your body was completely betraying you, bracing itself for rejection.

Instead he just laughed and ran a hand through his hair.

Both of your heads snapped to the right as someone called his name, and you felt your heart fall when you realized that he was probably going to leave.

He sent a quick wave to the person who called out and pushed himself off the Mazda, gazing down at you.

“You know,” He started, a shy smile creeping onto his face. “If you ever get bored during the day you should come by the garage. I think I could make it worth your time.”

You let out a small laugh.

“We’ll see.”

【~~~】

“You made friends pretty fast.” Sean said teasingly as you entered the kitchen, your hair sticking up in all kinds of directions.

“Yeah and so did you apparently.” You sent a sarcastic smile back in his direction. “Pity she’s taken.”

The smile on his face dropped instantly and he went back to his breakfast, ignoring you.

After a few minutes of silence between the two of you he spoke up again.

“So are you gonna?”

You looked up from your phone and coffee, furrowing your brows.

“Am I gonna what?”

“Swing by Han’s garage?” He had a knowing smirk on his face. “He told me all about your little conversation.”

You just shrugged casually, not wanting to let him know how you really felt inside.

“Maybe, if I have the time.”

“All you have here is time.” He scoffed. “All you’ve done for the past few days is buy food, eat it, then sleep. You may as well.”

You let out a sigh and finished what was left of your drink.

“Yeah, and for your information Sean, it’s been great.”

“You know you wanna Y/n.” He teased, a grin on his face.

“How about this,” You started. “Let me know next time you head over there. Maybe I’ll tag along.”

“Sounds good to me.” Sean said. “Especially given that I’ll be there tonight.”

Your cool demeanor dropped and your eyes widened.

“Tonight?”

“That’s what I said.” He grinned. “I’ll be sure to let him know he can look forward to seeing you there with me.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” You whispered under your breath.

He just shrugged his shoulders.

“You’d be doing me a favor if it meant I’d never have to see your gross face again.”

“What are you? Five?” You asked.

“I’d say that’s about right.”

You just scoffed at him, heading back to your room.

Not that you’d ever admit it to Sean, but you were glad that he’d be heading over to the garage tonight.

You would definitely rather die than tell him that though.

【~~~】

You shut the car door behind you and stepped out into the cool evening air.

Sean had come by to pick you up after he had finished school, and you had been anxiously waiting all day.

Now you were finally here, and still very, very anxious.

“This doesn’t look like a garage to me.” You furrowed your brows, looking out at the water.

“That’s because it’s in there.” Sean pointed to the large brick building. “We’re gonna stay out the front, this is where Han’s been teaching me how to drift.”

“Oh.” You managed to get out, following your baby brother to a group of people who were all sitting down by stacks of tires.

All four faces were familiar, but you only remembered the names of two of them.

“Y/n.” Han greeted you, nodding his head with a smile as he casually held the bottle in his hand.

“Hi.” You smiled back at him, your nerves starting to melt away.

Sean gestured to the empty seat beside Han, and you took it.

The others tossed you friendly smiles which you returned, and Han looked up at Sean.

“Go get your sister a drink.” He said.

Sean did as he was asked, reaching into the cooler that had been brought along and handing you a bottle of something.

“Are you gonna have one?” You asked your brother as you opened it and took a small sip.

“Can’t drink and drive now, can I?” He smirked, digging his keys out of his pocket and heading back towards the Evo.

“Well that’s a first.” You scoffed, and you heard Han let out a small laugh beside you.

“I’m guessing the cowboy doesn’t wanna fuck up another one of Han’s cars.” Twinkie said, watching Sean as his climbed into the car and started it.

You looked over at Han.

“That’s your car?”

“Yep.” He nodded proudly, watching Sean as he started his usual route around the dock.

“How many more have you got hiding in that garage of yours?” You asked with a small laugh.

“You’ll have to come see for yourself.” He shrugged.

“Maybe.” You shrugged as well, missing the way Twinkie and the others looked back and forth at each other.

“You know,” Han started. “If you haven’t got any other plans tonight, I could take you out for a drive, grab some food. Maybe come back to the garage when everyone’s gone.” He said the last part quietly enough for only you to hear.

You looked over to Sean in the car, able to make out his face of concentration despite how far away you were from him. He wouldn’t miss you for one night.

“When do we leave?” You asked with a smile.

He grinned with a surprised laugh, and you could tell he had been expecting you to say no.

“Now, if that works for you.”

You looked back at Sean, wincing at the sound of the tires screaming against the road.

“Sounds good.”

【~~~】

The two of you had ended up getting cheap food from a side-of-the-road vendor, eating in silence in the car before making small talk about everything, from your life back in America to what kind of animals you thought you could take on in a fight.

You were laughing when you stumbled out of the RX-7 and into the cool night air, following Han into the garage which wasn’t that much warmer.

You didn’t know what you had expected when you walked into the garage, but it definitely wasn’t what you saw.

Han gestured for you to follow him up some stairs to an open second story, furnished with a small kitchen, table and chair, and living area.

“Wow.” You mumbled under your breath, realizing he must have some serious money to be able to afford all of this. Not to mention the cars in there, some of which cost more than your house, car and life savings combined.

“It’s my pride and joy.” He pointed towards the sofa, and you took a seat, sinking in to the plush material as he opened the fridge and called out to you. “You want a drink?”

“Yeah thanks.” You smiled, and he pulled out two of the same bottles you had been drinking from earlier.

He took a seat beside you, on the opposite edge of the relatively small sofa, and the two of you sat in silence for a moment, reflecting on your night, before you spoke up.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, and he looked at you in confusion. “For what you’re doing for Sean, I mean.”

“It’s not a problem.” He brushed it off. “He’s a good kid, the kinda person I want to be around.”

You let out a scoff.

“Well I wouldn’t go that far.”

He chuckled at you.

“Thank you.” He said, and this time it was your turn to be confused. “You might not realize it. but coming out here with Sean has made it so much easier for him. He probably won’t ever tell you, but he’s grateful as hell and crazy lucky to have you in his life.”

A small blush crept up onto your cheeks, and you almost didn’t notice as he crept closer towards you. Almost.

“Yeah well he’s also crazy lucky to have met you.” You said quietly, your eyes meeting his as the two of you drew closer and closer. “I am too.” You whispered.

“And why’s that?” He asked, his tone matching yours, and you swore the room got hotter by about twenty degrees.

“You’re kind,” You started, remembering back to last night when you met him. “Into cars.” You continued, and he nodded along, agreeing with you.

“You forgot beautiful.” He whispered, just inches from your face now, and you smiled cheekily.

“You’re a damn model sweetheart.”

He grinned, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly and before you could realize what was happening his lips were on yours.

Your hands instinctively went to his hair, pulling him closer to you as you laid down flat on your back, feeling his hands roam up and down your body.

You felt butterflies erupt in your chest as your hands wandered from the back of his head, and so did your mind.

Sean’s face flashed in your mind and you inhaled sharply, pushing Han off of you and sitting up, breathing heavily.

“Shit.” You hissed, moving to the edge of the sofa and holding your head in your hands. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Han asked, also breathing heavily. His tone sounded confused, and guilt racked through your body. “I’m sorry.” His voice changed to apologetic. “I thought you wanted to.”

“I do.” You whined. “I want to, but I can’t. We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” He asked, placing a hand on your thigh.

“Sean.” You turned to look him in the eyes, and his face dropped.

“Shit.” He said.

“Shit.” You agreed.

The two of you sat in silence, still trying to catch your breaths, and trying to think of a way to fix the now incredibly awkward situation.

“I think I should leave.” You said, pushing yourself up off the sofa.

“Y/n don’t go.” Han protested. “It’s the middle of the night and you’ve been drinking. Neither of us can drive and I’m not going to let you walk home or get into a taxi with some creep.”

You let out a sigh, not letting him see how the fact that he cared that much made you all warm and fuzzy inside, or how the fact that it made you all warm and fuzzy inside made you want to gag.

“What do I do then?” You asked.

“Take my bed.” He nodded towards a door that you were assuming led to his bedroom. “I’ll take the sofa.”

“No way.” You protested. “This is your home Han, you aren’t sleeping on that tiny ass sofa. I can, it’s no problem.”

His eyes looked like he wanted to argue, but he kept his mouth shut.

“Ok. I’ll go grab you some blankets.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, laying down on the sofa.

It was undeniably comfortable, and you let your eyes close before Han returned, vaguely feeling him place a thick blanket over the top of you before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, leaving you with butterflies.

Your mind started to slip out of consciousness, and you let it, forgetting about how you were sleeping in Han’s garage, and planning on being out of there before he woke up the next morning.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

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our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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