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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - Chapter Eight: The Flight of the Fat Lady

“Did she say who did it?” said Dumbledore quietly.

“Oh yes, Professorhead,” said Peeves, with the air of one cradling a large bombshell in his arms. “He got very angry when she wouldn’t let him in, you see.” Peeves flipped over and grinned at Dumbledore from between his own legs. “Nasty temper he’s got, that Sirius Black.”

Chapter 7 of Birthright, or rather That Chapter Where All the Male Units are Corrin’s Former Husbands

Masquerade Ch3: Idols and Anchors

Find it on Ao3 here
Chapter 1: This City Sleeps in Flames
Chapter 2: Reveries of Flight

Thank you so much to @zebralightning for drawing tattooed Yuuri


If anyone ever told you they could remain completely calm when the imminent promise of death was caressing the back of your neck like it was for Yuuri now, then they were either small fry who weren’t playing serious games, stupid and had never been shot before, or a combination of the two. The stupid ones ended up dead, the small fry ended up working for the big fish, and Yuuri was normally the one on the winning side of confrontation because people constantly underestimated him.

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Fight or Flight (Lafayette x Reader) Chapter 5: Nowhere to Run

@a-very-superwholocked-starkid​ said: “Hi! I just wanted to say that I really, really like your “Fight or Flight” series. Like, seriously, please do another part <3″

@real-hamiltrash​ said: “So.. *cough cough* you workin on that part 5? *leans against wall*(You totally don’t have to be if you don’t want to please don’t rush yourself or stress yourself out take your time) ♡, real-hamiltrash”

@theficswhereithappens​ is just always waiting for me to update LOL

A/N: I can’t believe all the love I’m getting for this series ya’ll are the sweetest! So yeah, a lot of ANGST. You’ve been warned. (But also don’t hate John Laurens okay you’ll understand many things soon)

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4


Figures, Y/N thought. Just as things seemed to be going perfectly, someone comes along to ruin your day.

You really would have to stop frequenting any and all marketplaces at this rate.

“Y/N, where have you been?! I’ve been so worried!” John looked at you as though he couldn’t believe that you were there in front of him. You tensed, his apparent concern for you making you feel sick.

“No. No you do not get to do that. Please just leave me be I-”

“Laurens?” Lafayette’s eyes widened as he recognized who had been the cause of your distress.

“Lafayette!” John only just then noticed that you had not been alone. He had been focused solely on getting to you.

As they looked at each other in recognition and confusion, you could only gape at them. Of course. Of course they know each other. Goodness the universe must really be getting a kick out of this. You had barely registered that your brother had begun to speak again as you looked around for a way out, a way away from him.

“Lafayette you found her, I cannot believe-”

“Found her? Non mon ami I believe you are confused, I met her a few days ago when I went to stay at-”

Your eyes widened as Lafayette spoke. If your brother knew where you were staying, there was no telling whether or not he would want you to leave there in favour of going with him, and there was no way in hell that you were being taken away from the first place in years that you hadn’t wanted to leave behind.

“That isn’t important, what’s important is that you let me go, John. Please,” You begged.

John looked heartbroken. “Y/N please I understand that you’re upset that I left but I-”

“No you don’t understand. You don’t know what happened after you left because you left!” Your harsh tone was directed at John as you struggled to free your arm. You needed to get away, you needed to leave. Now.

“I do not understand..” Lafayette’s eyes were furrowed in confusion as he attempted to assess the situation.

“You don’t have to understand anything. Just please trust me when I say that he has to leave.”

“Y/N please. I know that my actions may not have shown it, but I still care about you deeply.” John was looking so upset that it made your heart hurt. But it had been eleven years since you had seen his face. It had been over one year that you hadn’t even written to him. Everything had changed drastically since then. You were no longer kids. He was no longer the older brother who had sworn that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You were no longer the wide eyed girl who believed that.

Were you even still a family?

“Hang on, mon ami, are you, or were you, courting Y/N?” Lafayette stepped back from you and your eyes widened. Whatever you thought he might have been deducing from this situation, this was certainly not it.

“No!” You and John both all but screamed. As you finally freed yourself of your brother’s grip, Lafayette looked between the two of you suspiciously.

“What is going on?”

You wanted to scream in frustration. Instead, you took a deep breath and looked at Lafayette with pleading eyes.

“Please, Laf, don’t worry. I promise you this isn’t anything at all, he just needs to leave me alone.”

You tried to reach for Lafayette’s hand but he pulled it away. It was the first time he ever denied your touch, and quite frankly, it stung. A lot. You stayed looking at him with sad eyes, just wishing that you could find a way out of this.

“She’s my sister, Lafayette.”

Well if there was no way out before, there certainly wasn’t now.

“Hang on, you mean the sister who has been missing from your aunt’s house for over a year?”

He knew? John had told him about your escape? Well did he also mentioned how you were abandoned there by him? You couldn’t believe this.

“Yes, precisely!” John answered.

This was a mess. A mess that was getting messier by the minute and it was too much. Goodness why couldn’t you just disappear into thin air? You had left your past behind for a reason. You didn’t want it to poison your future. Although as you watched Lafayette’s face turn from concern to confusion to anger, you realized that it was too late for that.

“Mon Dieu! Y/N do you have any idea how worried your brother was?” Lafayette looked very upset with you. He had also called you by your name, something he had not done since you were first introduced.

And that was it.

The straw that broke your back.

In the span of mere minutes, your brother had disrupted your perfect bubble world. He had forcefully grabbed you, accusingly questioned you, as if he was not the one at fault. Not only that, but now Lafayette was turning on you as well. The man whose words had been nothing but sweet, whose looks had been nothing but caring was now speaking harsh words to you, was looking at you with what looked to be disappointment and anger. To you, this was betrayal. How could he jump to John’s side so quickly? Did he not know you better? At the very least did he not think better of you to at least give you a chance to explain? Had the past few days meant nothing to him? Had whatever this relationship was between you two meant nothing to him?

This is why you couldn’t trust people.

As the two men continued to question you repeatedly, you blinked back tears.

Really it was your fault. You should’ve known this week was too good to be true.

“Stop it! Both of you stop it and leave me alone!” You tried to run but John blocked your path.

“Y/N please I’ve been worried sick not knowing where you were this past year!”

“That’s likely,” you spat out at him.

You tried to run the other way but were blocked again by your brother.

“It’s true!”

You stopped trying to run and took another good look at him. Your heart clenched at the sight of his desperate face. You wanted to believe that your brother meant his words, but you just couldn’t. It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t allowed to look so hurt when you were the one that went through hell and back. Goodness, had you even made it back?

“Then why did you abandon me?!” You could no longer stop the tears from falling. “Why did you leave me with her?! Why-why didn’t you listen when I begged you countless times to-to take me away from that place?! You didn’t care enough to-to take me seriously then-then! Why should I think you-you care n-now?!”

Both men were stunned into silence by your outburst. Lafayette stepped forward to wipe away your tears, his voice gentle as he finally spoke.

“Mon ange-”

You stepped back, feeling your back gently hit a wall. You were truly trapped now.

“Oh, s-so now I’m your mon ange again? You men are u-unbelievable!” Lafayette looked heartbroken and apologetic as John also stepped forward.

“Y/N, please I thought I was doing what was best for you. We had no wealth and aunt Marigold-”

“Do not say her name.”

John looked utterly lost.

“Y/N, please… don’t continue to shut me out. Please talk to me, tell me why you ran away.” You sighed, feeling so exhausted.

“It finally became clear that you weren’t coming back for me, so I decided to save myself.” John furrowed his brows.

“Save yourself? Y/N what happened?” John’s pleading eyes widened in concern.

You hesitated, suddenly feeling extremely insecure. Your mind flashed back to countless letters in which you pleaded to be taken away from that horrible place only to be received with just as many replies saying I’m sure it’s not that bad and Please stop exaggerating aunt has already done so much taking you in.

You hated how your voice sounded so unsure as you spoke again.

“I-if I tell you… Do you promise to believe me this time?”

Masterlist

Lafayette x Reader

Fight or Flight - Chapter 1

Fight or Flight - Chapter 2

Fight or Flight - Chapter 3

Fight or Flight - Chapter 4

Fight or Flight - Chapter 5

Fight or Flight - Chapter 6

Fight or Flight - Chapter 7 

Fight or Flight - Chapter 8

Notes

Choosing Right

Old Married Couple Syndrome

John Laurens x Reader

Practically Perfect

Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Rumour Has It

Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Hey, Hotshot

Angelica Schuyler x Reader

Mind at Work

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

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36 - Part 2

36 - Part 3

Character x Character

Satisfied (Alexander Hamilton x Angelica Schuyler, with Alexander x Eliza)

Get to know the Carry On fandom tag!

Ello ello I was tagged by @chapter-61 and @penguin-flight many thank my friends

name: 
GemmaAAAA you may also call me “Gem” “Gemmar” “Gemma ruler of all” “Gemma destroyer of all” “that kid who’s super weird”

first time you read carry on: 
i started reading it on december 25th 2015

times you’ve reread it since then: 
Ah jeez here we go… I haven’t re read it.. aAksmdndkdjjd

written any fanfiction/created any art?: 
yeah I have written fan fiction (that we don’t talk about) and I have made some arty things like my wreck this journal page and my vinyl figure

favorite character:
The numpties, I can just relate to them on a deep and meaningful level

least favorite character: 
Erm I can really answer?? AahhHHHh

most underrated character: 
The goats

initial reaction to chapter 61: 
I slammed my book shut and was in shock for a loooong time and then I read it again and again and screaming

favorite quote: 
"A happy ending- even if it isn’t the ending I ever would have dreamt for myself, or hoped for. A chance.“

I tag: you
SEE WHAT I DID THERE BECAUSE IM LAZY ASDFGHJJK

Still applies but I forgot who I planned to tag::: @robobeethethird cos mate you my main dude ANNNND the tag didn’t work 👏
Get to know the carry on fandom tag

I was tagged by @chapter-61 and @penguin-flight

name: nat

first time you read carry on: spring break 2016 (i was a little late to the party) i was looking for a book to read on the plane and i had read fangirl (and dreamt forever about simon and baz after it) so i looked up rainbow rowell and carry on came up and i started crying and i sat and read the entire thing in one sitting (so in the car, walking in the airport, and I definitely didnt walk into a pole)

times you’ve reread it since then:
i dont have enough fucking fingers to count that who are you kidding

written any fanfiction/created any art?: 
ya. a little. a few okay fics and some sub par art.

favorite character:
simon (wow. so unique) but also by bby baz my beautiful children

least favorite character: 
the mage (says literally anyone ever)

most underrated character: 
i need more dev and niall/info on bazs family

initial reaction to chapter 61: since i had read fangirl i kinda expected it but you know i still cried/my lungs constricted and i tried not to scream as it was around three AM I believe

favorite quote: “she’s got her hair pulled back in a giant frizzy ponytail that would probably be nice and wavy if she’d put any product in it at all. anything. hand lotion. shaving cream.“

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@crashing-into-the-sun @ebbthegoatgirl @eroticgropefest @ismill @fuckthewaveringwood @f-ingnumpties @arituzz @carry-on-kissing-snowbaz @chapter-sixty-one @viva-la-snowbaz @snowbazandpennybunce @snowbazblogithink @myrosebudboy @korporeal @helloiamace

Fight or Flight (Lafayette x Reader) Chapter 2: A Whole New World

Chapter 1

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Word Count: 1,646

Martha led Y/N back to her home and Y/N couldn’t help but gape. The building was huge. Compared to what Y/N was used to, it looked like a palace. Her thoughts were confirmed once they entered the Washington Estate. The entryway itself looked as though it had come out of a storybook, with several doors leading to various other rooms, and a grand staircase right in the centre. Y/N had noticed that everything was decorated thoughtfully, and she couldn’t imagine the amount of time it must have taken to design and execute it all. There were small detailing on everything that Y/N could see, including the railings of the stairs. The walls were filled with paintings and portraits, some of which were of Martha, and a man who Y/N guessed was her husband. Martha smiled at Y/N fondly as the young lady took in her surroundings, looking absolutely awestruck.

“Come, you can take a bath while I find some clothes that might fit you.” Y/N smiled softly.

“Oh Mrs. Washington-”

Martha,” she corrected, not for the first time since their formal introductions. Y/N smiled a bit more.

“Martha, I am truly grateful, but I will be alright if I stay in my own clothes.”

“Nonsense! Now follow me.” Y/N rolled her eyes fondly as she followed Martha, her heart warming due to Martha’s motherly tendencies that seemed to only grow the longer she remained in the kind woman’s presence.


After an extremely relaxing bath (honestly, when was the last time she had ever been able to take so much time cleaning herself?), Y/N walked into the room Martha had told her was hers (for as long as she’d like, she had added firmly). Y/N’s eyes widened as she saw the dress that Martha had picked out for her hanging on the door. It was absolutely gorgeous. Y/N was torn. She couldn’t possibly allow herself to wear it, after all there was nothing wrong with her dress, and the fact of the matter was that she could not allow herself to grow accustomed to such luxury…

But perhaps one night indulging in a fantasy couldn’t hurt. After all she would be on her way out first thing tomorrow. Besides, when was the last time she had had the opportunity to wear such a beautiful dress? If she passed it up now, how long would it be before another opportunity such as this arose? Ultimately she decided to wear it, another reason being that she did not want to insult Martha, who had already done so much for her, by deliberately wearing her own dress again. Smiling to herself, she reasoned that it most definitely would not hurt to wear this gorgeous dress.

Y/N’s smile only grew as she put it on and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t help but twirl and giggle, she hadn’t felt so beautiful perhaps in her whole life. She was so wrapped up in twirling she didn’t notice that the door had opened and Martha was watching her with a smirk.

“I’m glad you like it so much.” Y/N stopped spinning abruptly, nearly tripping in the process. Her cheeks reddened and she looked flustered.

“Sorry, I suppose I got carried away.” Martha smiled and extended her hand toward you.

“Oh please don’t apologize. I am simply happy that this dress fits you so well. Better than it ever fit me, if you don’t mind my saying,” she added with a wink as you walked over to her and took her hand. “Now, there is someone I would like you to meet before supper.” Y/N’s stomach tightened a bit, either from nervousness or hunger, she couldn’t say. As she descended the stairs she saw a man dressed in a general’s uniform. Y/N stood up straighter.

“Y/N, this is my husband, George Washington.” Y/N curtsied.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr.- um- General? Washington. Sir.” Y/N stuttered. “Your wife has treated with me with such kindness, I cannot thank her or yourself enough for opening your home to me for the night.” The man smiled, his features softening, which in turn made him seem less intimidating than when Y/N had first seen him from the top of the stairwell. This helped calmed her nerves. Slightly.

“It is my pleasure, Miss Y/N. My wife has told me about you already and I am glad that she has been able to have helped you. And please, you can stay longer than the night. You are welcome here for as long as you’d like to stay.”

The thought made Y/N’s stomach turn a bit. She hadn’t planned on staying any longer than tomorrow in the early morning. While the offer was very tempting, she didn’t want to impose on these kind people for too long. After all, she would have to find a way to make her own way in the world again after taking a break tonight. The sooner she left, the less it would hurt to leave these people behind.

Although, a small voice in the back of her mind noted, it might already be too late for that.


After dinner, which was the most pleasant that Y/N had had in recent memory, they all retired to the lounge room, where both George and Y/N listened attentively as Martha played piano. The music was the only sound that floated throughout the whole house for several minutes until she looked up at Y/N.

“Do you play?”

“Only a little, and very poorly.”

“Come, and let’s play together.” Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Oh I don’t know Mrs.— Martha.” She corrected upon receiving a pointed look from Martha.

“Come now Y/N, humour an old woman.” Y/N smiled as she crossed the room.

“You are nowhere near old, Martha. Believe me.”

“I happen to agree with miss Y/N,” George Washington stated kindly. Martha Washington smiled at her husband.

“Of course, because if I’m old, that would make you old, dear.”

“Precisely,” he grinned.

Y/N watched the exchange with a soft smile, as she had been all night, and felt a small pang in her heart, knowing that they were clearly very in love. She hoped to one day have something even half as caring. She knew deep down though, that it was highly unlikely. She was always on the move, and any sort of feelings would only end up hurting her in the end. They always did.

As Y/N began playing piano alongside Martha she started to realize that perhaps she had not forgotten all that her mother had taught her, so many years ago. Martha grinned as they began playing more complicated tunes.

“This is not what I would call playing poorly, Y/N. You are far too modest.” Y/N simply smiled as they continued on, only to be interrupted by a servant moments later.

“I apologize for interrupting sir, ma’am, but you have a guest.”

The Washingtons stood and you followed suit. George Washington fixed his shirt and thanked the servant as he followed her to where the guest was, and Y/N took a small step back from Martha.

“I will go upstairs, so as to not disturb you and your company.” Martha all but rolled her eyes at you.

“My dear when will you understand that you are no bother whatsoever. Come with me and I will introduce you,” she smiled as she led you to the front parlour, where the General was speaking with someone else, also in a General’s uniform. Due to his back facing you and Martha, the only things discernible from him were that his curly hair was in a pouffy bun, and you could make out a French accent. George Washington saw you two approaching and smiled.

“Lafayette, there is someone I’d like you to meet.”

The man turned around and in that moment you weren’t certain if you had stopped dead in your tracks, or if it was time itself that had stopped altogether. The man had the most expressive brown eyes you had ever seen, which held yours intently as you finished making your way toward him.

“Bonjour ma chéri, my name is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette,” he said as he kissed your hand. “But you may call me Lafayette,” he said as he took in your wide eyes at his extremely long name. Your cheeks reddened as you realized you had been merely staring in awe at this man for the past few seconds and had not yet introduced yourself.

“Y/N L/N,” you said as you curtsied.

“Y/N? What a belle name. The name of an ange,” he smiled fondly at you as you blushed more.

Y/N did not speak French, she really only knew a handful of words, but she had understood what Lafayette had just said. Angel? Now that was something new. Your stomach continued to do flips as George Washington explained to Lafayette that you were staying with them for a while, and your breath hitched slightly as it was implied that you would be staying longer than the night, but you could not possibly correct them, especially not in the company of this gentleman. You were thankful, however, that he did not reveal how you came to be in the temporary care of the Washingtons.

George then turned to you and smiled, “Y/N, Lafayette is a close friend, and he will also be staying here while he’s in town.”

Y/N nodded and her heart sped up, though she tried to keep it at bay, hoping that the noise of its beating did not reveal how she was already instantly taken to this very handsome Frenchman.

[Fanfic] A Thread of Scarlet- Chapter 32: Evolution of Flight

Tenten has never been so afraid. She is panicking, arms flailing, lungs burning because she keeps forgetting to breathe. Her eyes widen when she feels her body tip and spin and suddenly, she is hurtling headfirst towards the ground. She bites her lip, preparing for the inevitable impact, praying to Kami above she’ll still retain at least half her brain cells after this. It had been a stupid decision she thinks, to come out here alone without anyone around in order to practice her new jutsu. But she also knows it’s safer for everyone else too, because she has yet to find a way to properly control her rain of steel death.

Her body spins and twists again and now she is parallel to the ground. Good, she thinks, at least she’ll land flat on her back. She closes her eyes, clearing away thoughts of possible paralysis and brain damage and trying not to flail like a fish out of water lest her body tips forward again.

Then comes the sensation of being snatched from the air, like a feather plucked from the wind. An arm wraps around her torso while the other slides behind her knees. She is pulled tightly against a chest and holds her breath until she feels that her savior has landed on solid ground. Her eyes snap open to meet lilac orbs. Neji. She almost screams in surprise at the sight of him, but hurriedly clamps a hand over her mouth.

“It’s our day off,” he reminds her, setting her down carefully.  

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Moving On - Chapter 1

Flight Delay

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“This is the final boarding call for passenger Jung Kiseok and Lee Hana. Please proceed to gate 7 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for Jung Kiseok and Lee Hana. Thank you.“

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Fight or Flight - Chapter 1

“There she is!”

Y/N’s heart dropped the second she heard the gruff voice, knowing that they had found her. She immediately began to sprint, her worn shoes splashing mercilessly in puddles as she weaved in between the crowd that had formed in the marketplace. As she rounded the corner at the end of the street, she was thrown back onto the ground as she collided with another person.

“Oh dear, I am sorry! Are you alright?” The woman’s voice brought Y/N out of the brief shock that the collision had caused. She stood up quickly.

“No it was my fault I was-”

“Around this corner!” Y/N’s head whipped around to see three men rushing toward her and the other woman. Game over.

Y/N froze as one of the men grabbed her arm. She couldn’t go back. Not there. She had worked so hard, she was so close-

“Gentlemen, may I ask what your intentions are with this young lady?” The woman Y/N had just met stood tall as she confronted the three men, each of which was easily twice her size. Y/N attempted to plead at the woman with her eyes, not wanting her to be harmed should she get involved.

The tallest of the men glared at her, and said with an air of superiority “Ma’am I apologize for this miscreant disturbing you today, we will be bringing her back to her home right now.”

“With all do respect, sir, I believe that is what I was going to do.” The three men stood there with their mouths agape, not understanding what this woman could mean. Y/N was also taken aback by the woman’s confident statement. “This is my daughter. I had lost her in the crowd, as you can see the marketplace is quite busy.”

The most burly of the men recovered quickest. “If this is your daughter, ma’am, and not who we are looking for, why did she run from us?”

“She is young and had just gotten lost in a crowd! If I had men I didn’t know begin to chase me I would also run, guilty of something or not. Truly you should be ashamed of yourselves, causing a young lady such duress.” She glared at each of the men in turn. The third man cleared his throat and spoke as he reluctantly let your arm go.

“I apologize, ma’am,” he said to the woman, then turned his eyes to you, and you tried not to flinch “miss. We truly thought you were someone else.” They all turned, grumbling to each other as they walked away. You remained shaking even after they had turned the corner out of sight.

“Oh dear, that was quite a mess you’ve managed to get yourself into.” The woman smiled kindly at you as you continued to stare at her with wide eyes.

“I- you- they- but- I-… thank you…” You tried countless times to form words, but there was nothing in the English language that could possibly explain how grateful you were.

The woman picked up your bag from where you had dropped it. When did that happen? During the collision? When the men had come and grabbed her? Goodness her only food was in there, how could she be so careless-

“Do you have anywhere to stay right now?” The voice snapped Y/N out of her thoughts and she turned to look at the woman with her wide E/C eyes. You couldn’t believe this, not only had this lady, this angel, saved you from going back to the place that haunted your dreams and waking days, but she was still looking after you.

“I… I usually make it up as I go along.” You sheepishly looked at your shoes. “I will be alright though, thank you very much. For everything, truly.” When she looked back up at her, she was looking at you with… concern? Care? Y/N wasn’t sure. She only knew that she hadn’t been given a look like that in years.

“Come with me, dear.”

“What- no I couldn’t-”

“I insist, you-”

“But you’ve already done so much for me… More than you know.”

“Ah but you still need help. Please? A meal and night in a comfortable bed could do no harm, quite the opposite in fact.” The woman’s eyes were pleading and goodness, you couldn’t let her down, not after she had just saved you.

“I suppose not.”

As she looped her arm through yours, Y/N took a moment to truly take in the woman’s appearance. She seemed to be not too old, but definitely had several years on Y/N. Her features were soft, but Y/N had seen how sharp they could become when she was angry. She was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

“Forgive me, I realized I have not introduced myself. My name is Y/N L/N.” The woman smiled at Y/N.

“Martha Washington.”

Another Life: Chapter 5, Flight

Master List

Prologue

Chapter 1: Darkness

Chapter 2: 1947

Chapter 3: Paris

Chapter 4: The Lieutenant


While I sprinted away from my apartment, I looked back to see if the Lieutenant was following me, and in so doing, collided with an elderly woman. Thanks to the balance of her cane, I didn’t knock her to the ground, but her groceries ended up all over the sidewalk. “I’m so sorry!” I hastily grabbed her things and placed them back into her bag. “I should have looked where I was going.”

But she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking behind me. “Don’t worry, dear. In fact, I think you should come with me.” She took me by the arm in a surprisingly strong grip, and she pulled me across the street toward her home.

“But your things!”

“Never worry about them. They’re not important.”

I twisted round to get them and spotted the Lieutenant barging through my front door and toward us. I heard him yell, “Get back here!” as she pulled me into her brownstone.

My neighbor waved her cane at him and yelled back, “Go home, Mr. Gregory, before I call for the bobbies!” Then she slammed and locked the door behind us, leaving him on her doorstep. He tried the knob, but it would not yield. He pounded on the wood to no avail, and for a moment, I was worried he might try to smash the glass to gain entry. But my elderly defender picked up her phone to show him she meant business about the police, and he stormed off in frustration.

As I stammered an incoherent apology, my neighbor sat me down in her parlor and peered between her drapes. “He’s leaving. Best stay here for a spell, Claire. Are you hurt?” I shook my head, though I wasn’t really sure if that was the right answer, and she patted my hand reassuringly. “Let me make you a cup of tea.”

While she shuffled into her kitchen, I tried to slow my breathing and heart rate. What on earth had just happened? What was this life I’d made for myself? And who, exactly, was my fiance? Had he done this before? How had I responded? He had mentioned that I’d postponed our wedding. Was this why?

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High Hopes [Chapter Eight]

A/N: DON’T YOU JUST LOVE THE FACT THAT I POSTED THIS FOUR HOURS LATE BECAUSE I’M AN IDIOT ND COMPLETELY FORGOT? (Despite the fact that wordharvest reminded me) 

Sorry for the late update everyone! Every part of High Hopes can be found here.

Update: Turns out I posted the chapter one whole day early. I’m confused already and I haven’t changed timezones yet.

She hates these white sheets.

She never understood why Eli kept insisting that they needed sheets that had a thread count. She could barely remember to feed herself three times a day, she doesn’t get why Eli would even assume that having sheets with a thread count was something that they needed. She huffs as her fingers pick out the stray threads that are against the edges of the sheet and wonders how many threads it will take for everything to unravel, and if that what ‘thread count’ meant.

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