“It’s not always pretty and she’s not always this picture perfect bullshit definition of what’s considered beautiful. Sometimes she’s a savage when she needs to be, an alpha among the wolves and when shit gets tough, she fights." -R.H. Sin
I suffer from depression and anxiety, and having a show and having a character that portrays a young woman who is dealing with that and the consequences of it — how it affects her friendships and her relationships with her mom and her sister — it’s beautiful to see that. Someone who’s seemingly so perfect on the outside is very much broken on the inside and trying to piece themselves back together. That’s what Betty is doing in Season 1. She puts a lot of pressure on herself, and her mom puts a lot of pressure on her to be perfect, and it’s overwhelming for Betty. She definitely hits some breaking points. She’s just a young girl trying to navigate today’s world, and that’s hard. It’s hard for all of us.
Your eyes drifted open slowly. You didn’t wake up in hospital, or at home, or even by the side of the road because you inhaled too much smoke, but In a large king-sized bed. You sat up and covered yourself with the blanket, after realising someone was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room. “Who the fuck are you?” you asked, rubbing your tired eyes. “Robert Greenwood, and you are?” he asked, grabbing your hand and leaning down to kiss it. “You’re awake” a loud, theatrical voice interrupted- entering the room. Greenwood reluctantly let go of you, clearly annoyed. “I don’t think we’ve ever been formally introduced. Hi gorgeous, I’m Jerome” he smiled cockily, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Y/n” you replied, not being able to look away from him. “We were getting to that, before you barged in” Greenwood claimed. Jerome was still starling at you, with a large grin, before he turned around and stood up. “I saw her first” Greenwood added, licking his lips. “Boys, lets not argue amongst our team” a familiar figure said, walking in. “I’m the captain” Greenwood smirked. “Captain of my foot” Jerome spoke with childish sarcasm, making you dare to hold back a laugh. “I’ve murdered a dozen women, terrorised the city-” he began, glancing at you. Fantastic, you were going to be eaten alive by a psychotic cannibal. Jerome stood, blocking Greenwood’s view of you. “See I have vision, and ambition and brains. How many people can you eat before that shtick gets old?” he asked, getting closer to him. “I could eat one more” Greenwood claimed. With that he attempted to make his way over to you, but Jerome had him pinned up against the wall, with a knife to his throat before he could. “I see we have to resolve this once and for all” the familiar man, you now recognised as Theo Galavan said. He took the knife and Jerome relaxed, he instead replaced it with a one bullet loaded gun. Greenwood smirked and placed it to his brain, pulling the trigger. He then passed it to Jerome. “Hey Greenwood, what’s the secret to good comedy?” he asked, placing the gun to his brain. “Timing” he smiled, pulling the trigger. “And what’s courage?” he asked, pulling the trigger again. “Grace under pressure” Jerome continued. “And- Who’s the boss?” he asked, placing the gun underneath his chin. He then pulled the trigger once more, “I’m the boss” he stated, giving a laugh of sinister insanity. “I believe you are Jerome” Theo praised, removing the gun. “The girl remains unharmed” he simply ordered, before walking out of the room whistling.
You walked around the room, not actually sure what this hostage situation was. You eventually got so bored, that you left and entered the rest of the mansion. You heard voices coming from downstairs, so you thought you had about enough time to try and escape. That was until you turned a corner and walked right into “Barbra?” you asked in shock. You recognised her as your Uncle’s insane ex, who tried to kill his girlfriend. “Y/n!” she beamed, hugging you. She was acting as if she was running into you, during some sort of family reunion. “Small world” she laughed. “What am I doing here?” you asked bluntly, not in the mood to entertain her. “Beats me, Jerome seems to have a thing for you, little niece” she winked, before strutting off. “Helpful” you muttered. “Y/N!” Someone called. You turned to see Jerome walking up the stairs towards you. “Yes?” you asked casually, like he wasn’t an Arkham breakout who has kidnapped you. “We’re going out” he claimed, dragging your arm along the hall. “Tabitha, Y/n. Y/N, Tabitha” he introduced, after barging into her room with you. She simply titled her head and walked around you, examining. “My dearest friend here will help you get ready for tonight” he grinned, already walking away. “What’s tonight?” you called after him, but he was already gone. You turned to face her, she had her finger on her lip like she was thinking. “Definitely red” she mumbled. This was definitely a house, full of whackjobs.
“Perfect” Tabitha grinned, after finishing your dark red lipstick. You stood up and walked to look in the full body mirror. Your hair was full of volume and curled, your makeup was elegant but edgy and you were wearing a tight red dress with a slit in the side. You looked good, to the point you forgot your current situation. She then gave you a pair of black stilettos to wear. You slipped into them and checked yourself out once more. “I know you look hot, no need to thank me. Now come on, Theo is waiting” she grabbed you by your hand and pulled you along with her. “Is she ready?” Theo asked, as you walked behind her. “Certainly is” Tabitha responded, moving out of your way. Jerome jumped over the couch, wearing a tailored black suit. He whistled and comically slicked back his eyebrows. He then held his arm out, for you to link it. As defiant as you are, you wanted to. So you complied. “Jerome I assume you know the plan” Theo ensured. “Sure do” he responded, still looking at you. You were seriously trying to conceal a blush. “And I assume you’re not going to follow it” Theo added. “Sure wont” he agreed. “Just be back here by midnight and don’t get caught, especially by Jim Gordon” he told, causing you to break back into reality. With that, Jerome guided you outside and into the back of a blacked out car filled with other henchmen.
The car pulled up, to what seemed like a club. The henchmen got out and Jerome helped you out. He then suddenly turned around to you, with a grin. He informed you on the plan, In his own dramatic and enthusiastic way. Theo had an important business deal, with one of the underground groups. He however doesn’t trust them and so he sent Jerome and you in the place of Tabitha and him. The problem was, that the group were expecting you as intimate partners. “I am not pretending to flirt with you” you stated, crossing your arms. He ignored your defiance and handed you a gold gun, with ‘Queen’ engraved onto it. You immediately pointed it at Jerome’s head with a smirk. He laughed and took a step closer, so the end of the gun was pressed against his forehead. “You’re not going to shoot me” he grinned adamantly. “And if I do?” you asked cockily. “You know you’d regret it for the rest of your life” he answered. You stared at each other for a moment, both refusing to back down. You eventually lowered the gun and he began to laugh, before holding his arm out again. You tucked the gun into the garter on your leg, before entering the club together.
“Jerome” a muscular man greeted, as you made your way over to a table in the back of the club. He handed him a whisky and slowly handed you a type of cocktail. “And who is your women?” he smirked, scanning his eyes over you. “Y/n, and he doesn’t own me” you answered. “Feisty, I like it” he breathed down your neck. You rolled your eyes and glanced at Jerome, who was gripping his glass tightly, close to breaking point. “Please, take a seat” he told, issuing you all to sit back down. You sat close to Jerome, with crossed legs. You weren’t scared, you just felt a lot safer being with him, which should be hard to believe. “So, $500,000.00 offer on the table” the man began, opening a briefcase and turning it to face the pair of you. Quite frankly, you had no idea what was going on and yet you still managed to keep your front up. Maybe it wasn’t even a front, maybe part of you liked the idea of being part of the underworld. You just couldn’t ignore the sense of guilt for your uncle, who you knew would be stretching the offers at the GCPD to try and find you. Before Jerome could speak, you began to tap on the table with your nails. You then slammed the briefcase closed and slid it back over to him. “Don’t like my offer?” he asked, pouting at you patronisingly. “No, I don't” you pouted, equally matching his sarcasm. “We’re not taking less than what we asked for″ Jerome interrupted. The man stopped looking at you and drew his attention back to Jerome. “What are you? Her bitch?” he laughed, issuing for his own henchmen to join in. You and Jerome looked at each other, you could see the anger building up inside of him, which quickly returned to insanity. He began to laugh with them, before pulling out his gun and shooting one of the henchmen in the head. Silence soon fell (as well as his body), before everyone from both sides pulled their guns out. “I liked that guy, looks like we have a problem here” the man claimed, taking a swig of his drink. “Looks like it” Jerome smirked. “Here’s a deal, I give you £750,000.00 and Galavan stays happy. But I get your girl, in place for my man you just shot” he offered. You swallowed thickly and took a huge sip of your cocktail. “Hmmm” Jerome began to consider. You looked at him with furrowed brows, was he really going to hand you over to some hitman in a club? “No deal” He answered abruptly. You gave a small sigh of relief. “No?” The man asked with shock and rage. “Who are you, to reject an offer from one of the most respected and feared underworld groups?” he asked, standing up. Jerome simply smiled and leant back, putting his arm behind the back of your seat. “We’re the King and Queen of Gotham, who the fuck are you?” you answered once again, causing Jerome to widen his eyes in amusement and slight arousal. With that, both sides started to shoot at one another and screams and panic followed in the club. Jerome grabbed your hand and the briefcase, before you both ducked out of the club. Your car was still parked in the alleyway, this time you two were alone due to your hitmen being predominantly dead. He was putting the briefcase away in the trunk of the car, when you looked up at the club window, to see a gunman pointing a gun towards him. You knew it was too late for you to get him to move. Your heart was racing, it was the first bit of adrenaline you had felt in ages. The smartest thing you could have done was to let him get shot, and get the fuck out of there. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion, you weren’t even thinking. The man was about to pull the trigger, as you pulled the gun out of your garter and pulled the safety off. Jerome looked up at you, before glancing at the window. You pulled the trigger. Shooting the man in the head. You watched as his body fell, covering your mouth in disbelief. You couldn’t look away, you couldn’t even fucking move. Jerome wasn’t laughing for once, he pulled you into the car and the two of you drove out of there, as the sound of police sirens echoed around the streets.
“I’ll ask you again, who was with Jerome Valeaska?” Gordon asked, punching the man in the face. He was covered in blood and handcuffed in the interrogation room of the GCPD. “Some girl, I don’t remember her name” he told, his face coming into contact with another punch. “Jim, come on” Harvey stepped in, after watching him completely pummel the guy. “I need to know if it’s Y/n!” he snapped, turning to Harvey. He went to punch the man again, until he spoke. “Wait, Y/n. That’s her name, I don’t know anything else I swear” he pleaded. Jim let go of him and turned to Harvey. “Was she hurt?” he asked. “No, she was WITH him. She even gunned down one of my men” he answered. Jim’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?” he asked, not really ready to hear the answer. “Positive” he said, breathing heavily. Jim let go of him, staring at the ground. Harvey tried to reassure him, listing off every possible reason for you have to do something like that. Jim wasn’t listening to any of it, he simply turned around and slammed out of the door. Meanwhile, Tabitha and Theo sat counting their new found fortune. “Well done Jerome” he said proudly. Jerome simply raised his eyebrows and finished his whisky, slamming the empty glass on the table. Not his usual reaction. “She’s almost there, I would give it a week” Tabitha smirked. “It’s gunna kill Jim Gordon” Barbra laughed, walking into the room. “Y/n Gordon will join the Maniax by her own accord, it’s in her blood. It’s in every single Gordon” Theo claimed. “I say she should pay her uncle a very special visit” Tabitha hinted. They all soon began to laugh, with the exception of Jerome- who simply rubbed the back of his neck and hung his head.
This part was more of a transitional part, so it isn’t as good as the others. Stay tuned for part three, because you ain’t seen nothing yet x
With Hannah, it would definitely have been carefully planned out, she wanted it to be perfect. She’d take you home after your date and (with a call to your sister) your room would be filled with rose petal and candles with your favourite slow songs playing in the background. She would spend, what felt like, hours just loving your body and making sure you knew.
Clay was nervous at first, and it was adorable. His shyness made it mean all the more. As you encouraged him, another side came out. A much more confident side, as soon as he heard you moan the first time, he was instantly much more confident.
Justin was far gentler than you had expected. Considering his personality, you had figured he would be much rougher, but he took his time, worshipping your body and making sure you knew how much he loved you.
Zach was intense. His eyes, his movements, everything. It was like there was nothing else that mattered in the world other than being with you. You were his mission, his goal. And he’d do everything it took to finish you off.
With Alex, it was like something out of a movie. Nothing was too good for you, and he went all out. He took you on a weekend trip to a cabin in the fall, where there was just enough cold air in the evening to need a roaring fire. He spread out a soft blanket and gave you a love-filled smile.
Your first time with Jessica was very clumsy. You had both gone pretty far, and you knew she had had sex before, but somehow this felt different. She did everything she could to make this feel good for you, but she couldn’t help her hands shaking when she undid your bra and her breathing hitched every time she looked at you.
Jeff teased you until you were begging for him. His tongue flicked against every sensitive spot, his fingers brushing up your leg to your hip, before giving it a squeeze. You were a squirming mess before he had taken an item of clothing off. He loved the way your body completely surrendered to him. He took pleasure in knowing he was the only one able to push you over the edge.
Montgomery De La Cruz
Monty let you take charge, a glimmer in his eye as you smiled down at him. His hands moved over the soft skin on your sides and back as you rolled your hips against him.
Tony Padilla (remember from now on, especially, I’m making sure that all romantic preferences with Tony are male x male)
You had never had sex before, and it was a daunting task. You loved Tony, you knew you did, but that didn’t make your nerves subside. He would be so gentle, especially when he found out it was your first time. He would ask you about a million times if you were sure. He would definitely draw the foreplay out, making you feel as comfortable as possible. He be so gentle, slow, making sure it doesn’t hurt and waiting for you to give him the “go ahead” to go faster.
The first time you slept with Tyler wasn’t all loving and tender. The two of you were so turned on that you’d barely managed to make it to the bedroom before you started undressing each other. You spent the whole night pinned to the bed.
With Skye, it definitely wasn’t nervous, fumbling or all sweet kisses and reassurance. She seems like the type of person who would be very into a kind of raw, hot and intense kind time. Neither of you had planned it, you were studying until out of nowhere she kissed you. It wasn’t out of the ordinary, but then kissing turned to groping, which led to clothes being shed. It wasn’t long before you were moaning her name, and begging her for more.
The sun seeps through the translucent film of the screen
walls, it was warm. Really, really warm. I opened my eyes and I realized that
the heat was not only radiating off the rising sun but also from Ji Dwi who was
cuddled at my side. His arm was folded under my head, serving as a pillow while
his other arm was wrapped around my waist holding me close to his body. I could
feel the blood rushing to my cheeks at his close proximity, his chin rested on
top of my head while mine was nestled into his neck. He was so warm and cuddly…if
only I could see his cute sleeping face. Carefully and very slowly I peel
myself away to get a peep but instead I received a surprise when his grip
tightened and pulled me closer into his chest. “Just stay for a moment longer,”
he mumbles into my hair. I smile into the collar of his hanbok, “I wasn’t
leaving. I just wanted to see your face.” At that he shifts lower so that we
were face to face. Being so close I could admire how perfect his face really
was. From his long lashes, perfectly round almond eyes, sharp sculpted jaw and
shaped eyebrows. “Wow,” I breathed out loud which he smirks at, “What’s wrong?
First time seeing a handsome man?” I roll my eyes, quickly turning over so that
he faced my back. His breath fans across my neck as he chuckled, “I’m just
teasing.” “No, you’re just annoying,” I correct as his arms found their way
around my form again, pulling me back towards him, “And really cuddly” I muse
allowing him to nuzzle his nose against my ear. “We should get up. It won’t be
long before the intensive training starts to prepare you for that stupid…really
stupid unnecessary spar in a weeks time,” I explain but it falls on deaf ears
since he made no effort to pull away. “Ji Dwi!” I whine with a laugh trying to
sit up but the man-child was not having it as he playfully flops on top of me.
“G-Get off! Stop!” I scream with giggles in between the kisses he placed on my
face and along my neck. Let’s just say it was a very compromising position to
get caught in when the wooden door flew open to reveal a very alarmed and
‘ready to kill a man’ aura radiating off of Seyeo. Besides the embarrassing
situation it was funny to see his shocked face with his sword ready in his hand
when he realized what he interrupted. “I told you it was time to get up,” I
teasingly scold Ji Dwi which he replies with a small smile. He rolls off of me
and into a seated position then he proceeded to stare intensively at Seyeo,
almost impatiently waiting for him to leave. “Seyeo, you are going to catch
flies if you don’t close your mouth,” I casually say with a stretch. To my
surprise, he doesn’t even reply or say a sarcastic remark before turning on his
heel and hastily running off to god knows where. “Now where were we…” Ji Dwi
hums, gently pushing me back onto the floor. “Hmmm…waking up to go to
practice?” I suggest which he immediately tuts at, “Then what?” I smile
knowingly as he lowers his face towards mine, planting a firm and sweet kiss
onto my forehead. He pulls back slightly and looks up with knotted brows as if
in deep thought, “I can’t seem to remember.” “Wow…such a dork. Just kiss me
properly,” impatiently I cup his cheeks to pull him forwards. “Okay,” he agrees
planting a kiss onto my nose. “Not there.” “Over here?” he inquires placing one
onto my cheek. “No!” I laugh squishing his cheeks. “How about here?” he tries
again with my other cheek. “Ji Dwi!” “One more try?” he chuckles, finally
placing a firm one onto my lips. I laugh hugging his neck tightly, “I wish we
could wake up every morning like this.” He nods in agreement, “I’m sure I can
do something to make that happen.” “Then I’ll look forward to it! But let’s get
you to practice now, okay?”
I join beside Seyeo who was watching the Hwarang set up for
their sword practice. “So this is where you ran off to,” I tease taking a seat
closely beside him. The male rolls his eyes and pulls out a parchment of crispy
rice from his hanbok. “I wanted to surprise you with your favourite but I guess
you surprised me instead. You know you could’ve told me so I wouldn’t have
barged in like that!” I burst out laughing, realizing how embarrassed he was
about the whole over deal, “You know we didn’t do anything right?” He breathes
out almost in relief, not before quickly snapping a, “Yeah you better haven’t
done anything!” I groan at his brotherly protectiveness, but all was forgotten
when I remembered the crispy rice in my lap. Which I happily and quickly ate.
Taking my last bite the Hwarang finally started their more intensiveness
training in preparation to the fight taking place next week. Seyeo whistled
beside me, “Wew, look at your man go!” I look up to find Ji Dwi showing off
some really impressive moves, “Oh shut up you!” “Oh, he’s looking his way!”
Seyeo exclaims excitedly and with no shame started waving at Ji Dwi which
caused the corner of his lips to pull up. Not missing a beat Ji Dwi flashes me
a wink before focusing on his sparring partner. “Oh what a cutie,” Seyeo sighs
mockingly which I easily ignored since growing up with this annoying child that
seemed to be the best option to shut him up. Observing the Hwarang carefully it
was obvious as to who were the most skilled of the group, and much to my dismay
I could easily tell that the sweet younger member, Han Sung, struggled to keep
up. He wasn’t particularly horrible, he just needed a bit more practice. It was
difficult to watch his sword constantly fly out of his grip since in a real
situation that would’ve meant that he died…at least seven times in the last fifteen
minutes. I couldn’t possibly watch him get killed at the sparring event,
sending him with his current skills would just be suicide. So by the end of
practice I thought of a solution to help Han Sung out, and importantly not to
accidently hurt his feelings.
As the males started to put away their swords on their
respective racks I walk towards Han Sung who sat defeated on the dirt ground.
He was panting and out of breath but what took me back were the tears that
started to well in his eyes. “Han Sung, you did great today!” I smile patting
his head gently. He looks up with a pout, “Really?” I hum in agreement, “Of
course! I was actually wondering if you could show me a few moves.” He blinks
in confusion, “But you are already so good. I saw you the other day beating the
other Princess and Ji Dwi.” He had me there, I guess I should give him a little
more credit for being sharp when he wanted to. After a short moment of silence
I nervously scratch at my temple, “But there’s always room for improvement
right Han Sung?” Which to that he nods with his usual bright large smile. I nod
contently, “Now that’s the spirit! Come on teach me something!”
Sam Maek POV
After practice I was looking forward to spend some time with
(Y/n) seeing that we had the day off to relax. Apparently, it was part of the
new practice regimen, practice intensively for three hours straight and rest
for the remainder of the day. However, she seemed to be occupied. After putting
away my practice sword I walked towards her usual observing spot but only her
personal care taker was there. I follow Seok Hyeon’s line of vision to see
(Y/n) gently patting Han Sung’s head. “What’s she doing?” I ask curiously
plopping down beside Seok Hyeon. He cocks his head a bit in acknowledgement of
my presence and explained, “(Y/n) couldn’t stand watching Han Sung fight like
that. She knows he’s going to get hurt or worse, killed, at the spar so she’s
trying to help him practice. Obviously without being obvious that he sucks.” I
chuckle at the situation, that was something she would do, “So even when the
situation is so dire she’s scared to hurt his feelings?” Seok Hyeon laughed
with a scoff, “Yeah, so she’s using the excuse of asking him if he could show
her some of his awesome moves.” I watch her and I found myself smiling like
usual. From the way she watches Han Sung lovingly, the elegant sword movements,
how she tenderly held Han Sung’s arms to help him get in proper position…it was
all so perfect. She is definitely the Queen every Kingdom was waiting for.
“Hmm…you are staring intensively are you jealous of the boy?” Seok Hyeon mused
and I chuckle at that, “What? No of course not.” “That’s good. She already made
up her mind that she wont be marrying the King so if that doesn’t prove her
loyalty to you then I don’t know what will.” For once I broke my gaze from
(Y/n) to look at Seok Hyeon with evident shock, “She said that?” To which he
nodded at, staring intensively into my own eyes, “She told me that after her
fourth encounter with you. She is extremely fond of you. You know if you end up
hurting her I will kill you.” I chuckle at his threat, “I wouldn’t dream of hurting
her, ever.” “I’m serious. I will kill you…excruciatingly slowly and painfully.
Like I will skin you piece by piece,” Seok Hyeon explains never breaking eye
contact. I was glad that (Y/n) has someone like him to watch over her, she was
strong and smart but it put me at ease knowing that there will always be Seok
Hyeon closely beside her to protect her if I wasn’t there. If she ever needed
protecting that is, everyone here knows she’s deadly with her bare hands, let
alone with a blade. Well maybe everyone but Han Sung as I could see how excited
he was on the field to show (Y/n) some of his moves. “Look (Y/n)! I will teach
you this move next!” The young Hwarang will exclaim before presenting some very
off technique slash, which would then follow a, “Oh what if we did this
instead? I think it would be much cooler!” (Y/n) would add just as excitedly. Call
me blinded by love but she was absolutely perfect no matter what light you
shine on her there was no imperfection to be seen. I didn’t even realize that
they stopped sparring until the Princess started walking towards me. No wait
towards Seok Hyeon. I wasn’t upset or anything. “Seyeo! Do you mind if you
could go get Han Sung some jerky from town for doing so great?” She asks with a
hand on Seok Hyeon’s shoulder, which he immediately accepts and gets up. Now
that he was gone I look up from my seated position to see her smiling at me,
“What’s up with your face?” “W-What’s wrong with my face?” I nervously ask
attempting to cover it with my long sleeves which caused her to giggle and pull
my hand away. “You look bothered, Ji Dwi.” Which I immediately reply with, “Why
does he have a cute nickname?” (Y/n) snorts and slaps me upside the head,
“Don’t be like that…my King~” she sings planting a soft kiss onto my cheek. I could
hear my blood pumping in my ears and my heart skipping a beat at what she just
called me. I couldn’t even reply as she quickly gets up and returns to help
with Han Sung’s training. If only she knew the weight of her words.
Now knowing Han Sung’s strengths it was easy to help him
hone into techniques that he could naturally execute. To be very honest I was
just as out of breath as he was, “Do you want to take a break Han Sung?” He
excitedly shakes his head with a gigantic grin plastered on his face, “No I’m
having so much fun! We can take a break once Seok Hyeon is back with the
jerky!” I return his smile genuinely happy that he was finally getting into the
spirit of sword fighting and finding his confidence, “Okay, that sounds like a
Practice ensued for probably half an hour more before Seyeo
returned with a large parchment of jerky, probably enough to fill up the entire
Hwarang. Sitting under the shade of a tree I asked Han Sung to start unpacking
the food while I went to invite Ji Dwi over to join us. To my surprise he had
plans, “Sorry, I have to go see someone. But I will see you in the evening
okay?” I frown but nodded nonetheless, “Okay…sorry that I didn’t get to spend
more time with you on your day off.” He chuckles at that and combs my hair back
with his long slender fingers, “Don’t be sorry. You were working hard with Han
Sung. Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tonight.” Reluctantly I pull
away from his embrace to allow him to go on about his day, “Bye be safe, okay?”
To which he nodded with that charming smile. By the time I made it back to Han
Sung he was already happily enjoying his share of jerky. I plop down beside him
in the shade, safe away from the blazing afternoon sun. It was a nice
comfortable silence that enveloped us, so I was quite taken aback when Han Sung
spoke up suddenly. “Thank you for helping me,” he shyly smiles scratching his
cheek, “I know you were just trying to help me and it makes me really happy.”
It’s not even an understatement if I said that my heart just about exploded.
“Han Sung…it’s no problem at all. I wanted to help you. I don’t like seeing
you upset over something so trivial like sword fighting.” He pulls a funny
face, something between a pout and a smile, “Can I tell you a secret?” I quietly
nod and he sighs, nibbling on his jerky. “I wished I was born a half blood
instead of my brother.” My heart swells up at his confession, “May you tell me
the reason why?” “He’s great at everything unlike me…but he isn’t allowed to do
anything because of his blood. While I have the blood but I’m useless I can’t
do anything right. Maybe if he was the true blood our family’s lineage wouldn’t
disappear. God knows it’s going to end with me.” “Oi! You aren’t allowed to
speak of yourself like that!” I scolded with a frown, “You will succeed if you
keep trying hard and so will your brother! I promise, once I take my throne I
will remove all hierarchy and allow anyone to work at the palace as long as
they are passionate and hard working. Please continue to try your hardest with
your brother, the time will come very soon.” Han Sung’s face lights up, “Wow so
cool!” I laugh and pat his head gently, “No…it’s the right thing to do and
about time. Blood shouldn’t decipher what an individual can or cannot do. Their
actions should be accounted not something that no one has control over, like
blood lineage.” He male hums with a closed eye smile, “I can’t wait for you to
rule then. Serving you would be really fun with my brother, (Y/n).” I tut at
that, “Silly, you won’t be serving me. We are equals, friends even. I just wish
for everyone to work along side one another…no serving of any sorts.” “Ji Dwi
is very lucky to have you love him (Y/n),” Han Sung suddenly states changing
the topic. “J-Ji Dwi?” He hums with a nod in approval, “Although the King would
miss out on someone like you, you make Ji Dwi very happy and he’s usually like
a rock.” I laugh at that, “Like a rock?” Han Sung nods and joins in with the
laughter. “I’m glad you are feeling better, Han Sung. Shall we continue to
train for the days coming?” The male nods happily, “I would love that!”
“Alright then. Just on one condition, always try your best.” With that we
sealed our deal with our pinkies.
Sam Maek POV
Even though it was tempting to stay with (Y/n) and Han Sung
I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling I had that I needed to talk to my mother.
Although our talks usually end up fruitless I still found myself trying to
reason with her anyways. I walk into the empty throne room to see her perched
on her throne…my throne. “Sam Maek, what are you doing here?” she asks
surprised at my random visit, “It’s still light outside someone can see you.”
“Mother, I wasn’t happy with you trying to marry me off to one of the
Princesses, but I made my decision,” I say ignoring her previous inquiries.
Mother chuckles softly covering her mouth, “Oh Sam Maek…” she coos getting up
from her seat. She started talking again once she walked up to me, “You never
had a choice as to whom you were going to marry.” She says with knotted eyebrows
but I knew her enough to know that there was no concern behind her actions.
“Then why did you bring Princess (Y/n) here if you wanted me to marry my
sister.” She smiles shaking her head, “I honestly thought she would just make
Princess Sook Myung look even better, besides a friendship to guarantee an
alliance with Goguryeo is intelligent. I’m surprised that you could take a
liking to someone like Princess (Y/n).” My blood started to boil but I knew I
had to keep my anger at bay, “Emotions aside, marrying Princess (Y/n) makes
perfect sense. It creates a stronger alliance with the Kingdom of Goguryeo. Your
narrow minded decisions has lead Silla to being the smallest of the three
Kingdoms.” Mother furrows her eyebrows and reaches out a hand to cup my cheek,
“Get rid of such silly thoughts regarding Princess (Y/n). It’s not going to
happen. You are to marry Princess Sook Myung and it’s not up for discussion.” I
turn my head away from her touch, it felt toxic, “For my entire life I obeyed
your every order, however this time I cannot follow through of what you ask of
me. You can send me away again, isolate me, deprive me of my throne, but you
will not take her away from me.”
The walk back to the Hwarang house took longer than it
should have, maybe because I took my time thinking about the event that just
unfolded. The talks with Mother were usually like this but I felt uneasy that I
told her so much about my feelings. She was controlling and consumed by fear
which makes the most dangerous of people. “I missed you!” The sweet voice I
learned to love called out. I look up from the ground to see a small blur
running towards me, instantaneously engulfing me into a bone crushing hug. “I
know you were only gone for only a few hours but I missed you already…can we go
to Okta together? A bunch of the Hwarang are going!” she grins up at me
excitedly. I gaze into her large round eyes and I found myself smiling as well,
“I will accompany you anywhere, but I think it’s better if we stay inside
tonight if that’s alright with you.” Without further questioning she nods
contently and pulls me along to the small pond located at the back of the
Hwarang house. I lower myself and sat down on the rocky surface beside the
water, “Come here,” I softly coo pulling her into my lap. She quietly snuggles
herself into my hanbok and rests her cheek against my shoulder.
Being so cozy and warm I started to drift off, but the nagging
feeling regarding how strangely Ji Dwi was acting tugged at the back of my
mind. “You know if something is bothering you Ji Dwi, you can tell me. I’m here
to listen.” He momentarily remains silent threading his slender fingers through
my locks, it took a few seconds of silence before he collected his thoughts and
found his words, “I’m alright…just promise me one thing, okay?” I lift my face
away from his neck to clearly into his face, it was obvious that something was
tugging at the back of his head as well, “That really depends on the promise.
If I can’t keep it I won’t lie to you.” He chuckles at that, “What I ask of you
is quite simple, I wish for you to stay on Hwarang property. If you leave I
will personally accompany you. That’s all I ask.” His proposal was strange
indeed. It wasn’t something he would usually say, especially since he clearly
knows how capable I am of protecting myself. “I have to be accompanied by you?
Not even Seok Hyeon?” I inquire causing Ji Dwi to immediately nod his head, “I
know you are capable of protecting yourself but I need you to do this for me.
Please.” I silently nod, wrapping my arms around his now relaxed form, “Thank
you (Y/n).” He strokes my back in slow circles, relaxing me enough to doze off.
I lost count of time, only realizing that it’s evening when
the sun started to set into the horizon. Pulling back from Ji Dwi I stretch
popping multiple joints, and I groan contently at the shift of tight muscles in
my back. “Sorry I fell asleep,” I groggily chuckle getting off his probably now
numb lap. Ji Dwi softly smiles, “That’s alright. I don’t mind being your pillow
if that means that you are well rested.” I scoff with a shy smile in response,
“No matter how sweet that was it was also excruciatingly cheesy.” Holding out
my hand Ji Dwi takes it and pulls himself up and I was definitely correct about
his legs being numb. The next second I knew we were both tumbling into the pond
screaming, although the screaming didn’t last long as loud hearty laughter took
over almost instantly. “You should’ve seen your face!” I exclaim pinching his
cheek between by thumb and index. A mischievous glint sparkled in his chocolate
brown eyes, before I could warn him not to he scooped water into his hands and
splashed my face with it. “Bleh! Don’t you guys clean your bloody laundry with
this water?” I spat but it was fruitless as he ignored my complaint and
legitimately showered me. “Oh you’re on!” I growl tackling him into the pond
where he slips and ended up pulling me along with him. “I’m soaking wet thanks
to you!” I frown, “I just took a shower a few hours ago too…” “Come then let’s
go take one together,” he winks cheekily causing a loud gasp to leave my wide
hanging jaw, “Aish! Ji Dwi ah you can’t just say those things!” I stutter
evidently flustered by his dirty teasing. He chuckles softly, caressing my
cheek with the pad of his thumb, “You are so innocent it’s adorable.” “What?
No!” I shake my head vigorously, “It’s all your fault for thinking such impure
thoughts!” Throwing the blame onto him I cover my flushed face with the now wet
sleeves of my hanbok. “Well we are going to get married no? Won’t we do so
eventually? I’m just suggesting a head start,” he smiles innocently and I shake
my head with a tut, “Please say you are joking!” Ji Dwi chuckles and leans
forward, planting a soft warm kiss onto my forehead, “I’m just teasing. You are
so easily flustered it’s quite precious.” I shake my head stubbornly never once
breaking the intensive eye contact from him, “I’m not easily flustered! I am a
proper Princess who is aloof and wears a face of unchanging stone!” “That
sounds like something you can read from a scroll in etiquette lessons given
from your mother or nanny.” “Well…you’re not wrong,” I burst out laughing and
it was music to my ears when he joined in.
After taking a shower, alone, I must add. I snuggle into my
mattress with Ji Dwi closely beside me. “Are you really going to stay the night
with me?” I ask hopefully which he nods in confirmation, “You mentioned this
earlier on the day that you wanted to wake up every morning like this.” I nod
contently holding him close to my body as did he to mine. “Can you tell me
stories about yourself so I can fall asleep listening to your voice?” I ask closing
eyes. His index finger drew circles into my shoulder blade while he pondered,
“There’s nothing really interesting about me. How about I tell you about my
favourite story that I heard growing up?” Without opening my eyes I nod and
snuggled closer into his chest so that my ear was pressed against his chest, so
close that I could hear his even breathes and the strong beat of his heart.
There was once a boy
who was born with powers. Powers that allowed him to do whatever he wanted and everyone
had to listen to him. His mom didn’t want him because of that so she sent him
very far away where his powers couldn’t touch her. Growing up he never knew love
or where he belonged as he never had a home. One day he finally decided to
embrace his powers and return home. When he went home he finally met the girl
that showed him what love meant. Even though he kept his powers hidden he ended
up getting many killed just by getting near them, so he’s terrified that he
will hurt her one day. Despite the paranoia he opened his heart to her much
against his mother’s wishes. He finally found happiness and he was terrified.
Throughout the story I could feel his heartbeat quicken and
in all honesty it made me curious, “Was that by any chance a real story?” I
quietly ask and he shook his head with a light chuckle, “Of course not. It’s
just a story I heard growing up.” I nod thoughtfully and in relief, “That’s
good…I don’t know what I would do if that was really happening to someone.
That’s so sad.” “What would you do if it was true?” Humming in deep thought I
tightened my hold on him, “I would hug him sooo tightly!” Ji Dwi hugs me just
as tightly, “You have a good heart.” For all my life I always heard that from
others but I never really understood what made me different from the rest, “No
I’m only human…I don’t understand why people always tell me that. Doesn’t it
make sense though? Why treat someone poorly based on circumstances that they
were born with. They can’t help it!” Ji Dwi pats my head in a soothing manner
attempting to calm me down, I don’t understand why my emotions were bursting
left and right I was usually pretty good at holding it in. Maybe the talk with Han
Sung earlier made me feel more defensive about the topic. “Having a good heart
should be the norm but it isn’t. That is why you are praised (Y/n). We need
more people like you in this world. Especially those who will be leaders,” he
explains warmly caressing my (h/c) locks, his voice cracks, “I need people like
you in this world.”
“I shall make a promise with you like I did with Han Sung,
once I take my throne I will make it all right. I’m going to destroy the True
Bone hierarchy, it’s only good for dividing people within a Kingdom and we
don’t need that when true success is where everyone is equal,” taking a deep
breath I continued, “Does that sound promising?” Ji Dwi never gave me a verbal
response but the sealing of our lips meant much more than a ‘yes’. “How can you
just break away from traditions so easily? Don’t you fear the results in doing
so?” He questions showing his genuine concern but peaking interest to my
proposal. “There is nothing more to fear than the injustice that is ruling our
every action and thought. I will take the risk of being hated and threatened to
make my Kingdom right.” Ji Dwi nods satisfied with my answer, “Very well, then I’ll
be there with you every step of the way to make that happen.” “Then I cannot be
anymore sure that everything will work out with you by my side!”
I wasn’t sure when I accidently drifted to sleep but when I
opened my eyes it was already bright out. That was strange that I ended up
sleeping until this late, the sun was already high up in the sky. What was even
stranger was that Ji Dwi didn’t wake me up…and importantly Seyeo who never let
me sleep past two hours after sun rise. Over sleeping I was groggy but I needed
to get ready to help Han Sung with sword fighting, and hopefully be able to get
a quick meal in before that. Throwing on a navy blue hanbok and some gold
accented embellishments I quickly left my single room, no matter how much I
didn’t want to admit it I wanted to dress better to impress Ji Dwi even though
it was silly. He would never care about such materialistic factors but
nonetheless it made me happy to wear nicer clothes once in a while. Running
into the dinning hall I quickly grab a steamed bun before joining the last few
minutes of the intensive sword training. My eyes caught Ji Dwi glancing over to
me so I waved gleefully at him which he responded with a small smile and a nod.
When they ended I quickly joined Han Sung to keep up with my promise. What I
didn’t expect was his dramatic pouty face, and that he didn’t voice his
problems immediately. “W-What’s wrong Han Sung?” I nervously ask dipping my
head to get a better view of his face. He whines with scrunched up features,
“You weren’t here to watch me at practice! I was so good!” I laugh whole
heartedly in relief that he wasn’t upset over something serious, “I’m sorry Han
Sung, I slept in. I’ll watch you tomorrow okay? I promise.” He raises a brow
and holds out his pinky finger, “Promise?” “Promise.”
After practice Han Sung mentioned jerky and that’s when I
realized that I haven’t seen Seyeo all morning. Which was very odd since he was
usually always by my side unless I was with Ji Dwi. Slightly concerned was an
understatement I searched the entire Hwarang house for my best friend to no
luck. Even asking around no one had a clue to where he went. Sighing in defeat
I returned back to my temporary room to collect my thoughts that were spewing
with, very unlikely, but worse case scenarios regarding the mysterious
disappearance of Seyeo.
Plopping down by the small table I noticed a small envelop
on the usually empty surface. Cautiously I opened the envelop to reveal a
folded note that held two sentences that immediately caused my blood to run ice
cold. If you want him back in one piece
go to the Inn. Fear not, every hour you make me wait I will send a piece of him
back to you so you won’t be lonely. I couldn’t hear my surroundings as my
quickening pulse drowned out any sound in my ears. Scrunching the note I threw
it back onto the table along with all the accessories I wore. I was going in
for a fight regardless of this person’s intentions, there would be no room for
treaty after having the nerve to send me such a letter. Strapping on two swords
at my hip I didn’t waste any time dashing out of the Hwarang house. There was a
nagging at the back of my brain saying that I should’ve told someone, someone
like Ji Dwi but I didn’t have time to dwell on it as I already weaved my way
through half of the capital nearing the Inn. Out of breath I made it to the
entrance, it was hard to calm down as anxiety took over. What a waited for me
on the other side of the paper wall? I just prayed that Seyeo was in one piece
and alive. Taking deep breaths I wrap my hand around the hilt of one of my
swords and it instantly evened out my ragged breaths. With both swords in hand
I slammed the door open with the hilt of my sword stepping in and I saw red,
literally. A ceramic pot collided with my temple and blood quickly bled down
into my vision. With my impaired I blindly waved my sword, allowing me to slash
my assaulter’s arm. It was hard to process anything with a blurring vision but
I could make out a bounded Seyeo on the ground. “Let him go,” I order pointing
my sword at the man who stood behind him as he drew his sword and held it
against Seyeo’s throat. “Drop your weapon or I’ll drop his head,” he hisses. I
was reluctant to, of course, I was a fighter and I wasn’t one to be cornered
helpless. But I instantly dropped my swords when Seyeo winced when the blade at
his neck dug into his skin. Instantly I was shoved into the ground by the man I
attacked earlier, successfully smacking my injured forehead into the ground. I
held back my scream and took deep breaths, I had to collect myself, if I let
fear consume me now I would be useless to Seyeo. With my cheek pressed against
the ground I steal a glance at him and I was relieved that he wasn’t missing
any body parts. Our eyes lock momentarily and he whispers, “You shouldn’t have
came.” “And you shouldn’t have gotten kidnapped you idiot,” I spat back. We
could’ve continued to bicker for another ten years but we both fell silent when
the sliding door opened.
Biting my lip I raise my head and sat up straight, trying my
best to ignore the plitter platter of blood droplets on the hardwood ground
that continuously oozed out of my head. “Sorry I had to do that, I know it
would be hard to keep you still if you didn’t suffer a serious injury,” a
familiar voice coos. A soft hand lifted my chin and there was the Queen in all
her glory. “What’s the meaning of this?” I ask evenly and she smiles her usual
smile that never reaches her eyes. “My son wants to marry you and I can’t have
that. He insists that he will follow you to the end of the world so the only
way I could think of to solve this issue is to remove you, completely.” I scoff
with a light chuckle, “That is absurd, I never met the man.” The Queen tilts my
head side to side which really didn’t help with my pounding headache, “I really
don’t see what he sees in you Princess…no Queen (Y/n).” I smack her hand away
and instantly I felt cold steel against my neck, “And I demand you to let me
and my servant go.” It was the Queens turn to laugh, “That’s where I have the
upper hand. He’s not your servant, he’s like a brother to you,” she waves her
hand and one of the men swung his sword towards Seyeo’s neck. I scream and
grasp onto her hands, “No please! I’ll do anything. Just kill me he has nothing
to do with this. Send him back home, he won’t tell anyone about this. He will
say that I got sick and passed…just…don’t hurt him.” The sword never met with
Seyeo’s neck and hot tears streamed down my face in relief, I could see him in
my peripheral and he was shaking his head begging for me to just leave him. I
close my eyes so I couldn’t see his tears, I never seen him cry before and I
didn’t want to now. “I offer you my head, hang it up wherever you please. Just
promise me that you won’t hurt him.” The Queen smiles, “Of course, I’m
understanding. Just be good for me and I won’t hurt him. But I warn you, pull
anything and his head will hit the floor faster than you can beg.” Gazing at
her unwavering face I nod and sit up confidently, “I understand.” “However,”
she starts, “Since you caused me so much trouble I won’t kill you so easily.” I
silently stare into her eyes as she tugged at my hanbok causing the fabric to
slide off my shoulders, “My son always listens to me, and it upsets me that he
will ignore my orders for someone like you.” I grasp the fabric against my
chest to keep it closed, trying to save the little dignity I had left. Seyeo
pleads for the Queen to stop when she held a whip in her hand. “Please your Majesty,
can he leave the room before we start?” Without an answer she flicks the whip,
surprising me when the skin on my back split. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my
lip. Not allowing me to catch a breath she threw back her whip and slashed
again. I grit my teeth, refusing to show weakness, refusing to cry or scream.
By the sixth slash I felt light headed, by the tenth I started to shake but I
still refused cower away. She stops for a moment, “Why aren’t you afraid?”
Sitting up right once more I try to speak evenly, “I don’t fear death, the only
fear I have is to see people like you rule.” I say lifting my head and turning
slightly so that I could see her fuming face, I smirk at her, unwavering as she
brought her whip down once more. Out of anger she grabs the discarded sword
from the ground and brings it over her head. Spitting out the blood that
collected in my throat I smirk up at her once more, “People who live in fear
are the most dangerous. And you are the perfect example of that your Majesty. I
feel sorry for Silla and it’s faceless King.”
She lowers the blade and I finally allowed fear to consume
me, I closed my eyes.
Metal clacked against metal, the final blow never came.
A couple of notes before the story: there are some amazing stories where nb!Alex has their hair cut ( please, if you haven’t already, go check all @queercapwriting fics, they make me tear up, they make me laugh; they are simply amazing) so on this fic, I wanted to do something I hadn’t seen yet.
With that said, please remember that these fics don’t necessarily follow one another so I can still write a fic where Alex gets their hair cut if y’all want me too ^^
It has been an eventful few weeks at work for both Alex and Maggie, more eventful than either of them would have liked in all honesty, but that’s the job and they know it.
It’s Saturday night, and they have their first day off together in what feels like an eternity. They are laying on the couch, Maggie with her head on Alex’s lap almost dozing off as Alex plays with her hair; but something keeps her awake. Maggie is used to the long stretches of of time Alex goes without saying a word after particularly rough days at the DEO, but somehow her instincts tell her that whatever is keeping that wrinkle on Alex’s forehead isn’t work-related.
“You gonna tell me what’s got you all quiet like that, Danvers?” Maggie asks softly, with a little smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
The sound of their girlfriend’s voice snaps Alex from their reverie, and they smile down at Maggie. “It’s nothing…just thinking…”
Slipping one hand on one of Alex’s, Maggie asks, “Think out loud? I’d like to know what’s going on in there.” And she playfully pokes Alex’s forehead with her free hand.
Alex chuckles, and playfully swats Maggie’s hand away. “It’s just…” They sigh, running a hand through their hair. “This whole gender thing is confusing.” they admit.
Maggie frowns a little, and sits up to give Alex her full attention. “I mean, yes, but what’s confusing you?”
“I…” Alex stops, frowning again. They take a few seconds to try and organize their thoughts. “I feel like I’m doing a bad job at being non-binary if that makes any sense.” Alex says meekly, pulling their knees up, hugging them protectively.
Maggie tilts her head, soft brown eyes studying her lovers features. She reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on one of Alex’s, and she says, “I don’t understand it,” her voice is as soft as it can possibly be, “but I’d to. Can you explain it to me?”
Alex looks up at the ceiling, and takes a deep breath. “I don’t know if I can explain it. It’s… It’s just that whenever I look up photos of non-binary people, they seem to be following a pattern…some unspoken rule that I’m not in on or something…”
“Do you mean in the way they dress, and the way they style their hair, and all that?” Maggie asks, trying to see if she is following Alex’s train of thought.
“Yes!” Alex exclaims, looking pained. “I mean, I already sorta have short hair, but it’s not as short as Vasquez, for example; and it’s still very passing as a female look…”
Maggie wants to intervene, but by the look on Alex’s face, it seems like they are ready to voice all their thoughts so she stays quiet and listens.
Alex gets up from the couch, and starts pacing in front of Maggie. “I like some items of men’s clothing, but again, I don’t think it would be ‘enough’ even if I wore a binder - which I wanna try, by the way. Will you help me find a good one?”
The look on Alex’s face is so utterly adorable that Maggie can’t help but grin and nod. “Of course, babe, but go on.”
“Right, so…” Alex goes back to pacing, fidgeting with their hands as they speak. “And what the hell are packers??? I’ve seen the word thrown in chats and websites here and there, but I haven’t seen a photo of it yet… Anyway-” Alex’s eyes widen and they shake their head, wondering if this is what Kara feels like when she can’t stop rambling. “I feel like I’m not doing enough, because I like my hair the way it is, and I like most of the clothes I already had, and most days I’m fine with all…all my curves…” Alex finishes, scrunching their nose at themselves.
Maggie nods, and when Alex stops pacing, she pats the spot next to her on the couch. “Come here, Danvers.” And Alex complies, because it there’s anything, if there’s anyone who can make them feel better about this is Maggie Sawyer.
“Babe, from all I’ve read, from all the people I’ve talked to, being non-binary doesn’t equate to being masculine or fitting into a certain mold.” Maggie sighs, offering Alex a little reassuring smile as she cups her lover’s cheek. “If having short hair, wearing a binder, and a packer were the things that made you feel more like yourself, it would be fine; but if having your hair this long, and wearing a binder only on certain days is what puts that beautiful smile of yours on your gorgeous face, than there’s nothing wrong with it.
“Take whatever you like from all the genders, and be yourself, love. There’s no wrong way to be non-binary, and there’s no wrong way to be Alex Danvers.”
Alex looks at Maggie like she is the sun itself, because how else could they explain feeling so warm in her presence? How else could they explain that even in their darkest moments, Maggie brightens everything up?
With tears in their eyes, Alex rasps out a little “Thank you” before pulling Maggie in for a slow, passionate kiss; a kiss they hope will translate how thankful they are to have Maggie in their life, how grateful they are that Maggie is exactly the amazing person she is; not flawless, but definitely perfect.
And it works.
When the kiss is broken, Maggie’s eyes are darker, her cheeks have a hint of color to them, while her breathing comes out in short puffs of air. “I love you too, Danvers.” she whispers, with a bright smile, making Alex splutter, and chuckle, playfully bumping her shoulder to Maggie’s.
Shaking her head, and chuckling fondly at Alex, Maggie pulls a throw pillow onto her lap, and pats it, saying, “Come here, nerd. Let’s find something mindless to watch.”
Alex happily complies, laying their head on Maggie’s lap, mind back to being at ease and it shows by the way the corner of their lips curl up in an easy smile.
Maggie and Aex start bickering playfully over what show they want to watch, and Alex feels like everything is right again.
Request: I was wondering if you could do one where jughead hangs out a lot with Betty and distances from the reader and the reader gets sad?
Warnings: Swears n fights, angst
Word count: 2162
A/N: I’m going to release the start of a NEW series soon after posting this, so feedback will be wanted!!!!
Jughead Jones had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, but only recently did you want more than a friendship with the raven haired boy. You would sit in a booth at Pop’s and unknowingly stare at him, remembering every little feature of his face, and then blush brighter than one of Betty’s pink tops when you realised, praying he hadn’t.
summary: You and Severus are deciding on who would be your child’s godfather. It turns into a fight.
A/N: What can I say…I like an angry Snape.
“But Severus-“ you began to protest, watching with crossed-arms as Severus paced back and forth across your living room. Your dog, a little cocker spaniard named Sonata, watched him as well with a tilt of her head.
“I will not have that frothing beast be the Godfather of my child,” Severus snarled, glaring at you. You felt a kick and pressed soothing circles across your swollen stomach. You glared up at your husband.
“And you think Lucius Malfoy is a better fit?” You said, trying to rein in the building anger that was trying to claw out from your chest. Your maternity witch had warned you to keep negative emotions down to a minimum, and you were trying, but she clearly knew nothing about being married to a man like Severus Snape. It was fucking impossible.
“Obviously,” he drawled, crossing his own arms. You scoffed.
“Yes, the man that has been trying to kill my goddaughter and her friends since second year and his horrid son who never lets her forget how inferior she is to them, definitely a perfect father figure for our child,” You said, rolling your eyes.
“At least he will be able to financially provide for our child.”
“That won’t matter if he’s going to end up turning our kid into a fucking psychopath!”
“Better a psychopath than a bloody monster.”
“Remus is not a monster, you sanctimonious prick!” You screamed, finally managing to stand up from the couch to meet him head-on.
Severus sneered back at you. You could feel the blood rushing to your head, your hands twitching to hex your husband into oblivion.
“Remus Lupin is ten times the man that Lucius Malfoy and the rest of your death-eater friends could ever hope of being,” you said, your eyes filling up with tears. “and the fact that you keep disparaging him for something that he has no control over-“
Severus leaned in close, his obsidian eyes cold and angry.
“Then maybe you should have married him instead,” he hissed, before sweeping out of the room. The door slamming shut.
You stood for a moment, staring after the closed door, your chest heaving as you tried to process the last couple of minutes. Slowly, you made your way to the couch. Sonata jumped up beside you, pressing her little head against your belly. You burst into tears.
“Now you’re getting married to a man that is not me...”
"I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD ACTUALLY
DO THAT TO ME" I screamed at Justin. I was heartbroken, why on earth would
Justin think it was okay to cheat on me? I was completely and utterly
“Baby, I don’t know what got over
me, you know I love you,” Justin said, he tried to grab my hand, but I
quickly removed it from his grasp and stared deeply into his eyes.
“Don’t you dare touch me! You lost
that right when you touched another woman” I told him, then I turned
around and started to make my way up the very familiar stairs in the house that
I had grown used to being and living in, but not anymore..
As the tears continued to stream down my
cheeks, I started to pack all of my stuff. I didn’t want to stay here anymore,
I wanted to get away and never come back, I especially wanted to get away from
“Baby, what are you doing?”
Justin asked me as he made it upstairs. I stopped packing and glared at him.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
I harshly asked him. Justin gulped and looked at the ground.
“Can’t we please talk about? I
never meant for it to happen, it just did” Justin pleaded. I rolled my
eyes and sighed.
“Fine, you wanna talk about? Then
let’s talk” I told him. I went over to the small dresser we had in our
bedroom. I grabbed the picture of us that was placed there for both of us to be
reminded of our love.
“Let’s talk about how you decided
to ruin the best 2 years of my life,” I told him, then I threw the picture
onto the ground. Glass flew everywhere, but I didn’t even flinch. I had never
done anything like it, but it felt so good to do.
“Or even better, let’s talk about
the sex,” I told him as I glared at him even more. “Was she
good?” I asked him. I placed my hand on my hip and waited for him to
answer him, but the answer never came. I sarcastically chuckled and rolled my
eyes, then I continued to pack, and this time Justin let me pack without
interrupting me, which I was very grateful for.
“I’ll get someone else to come pick
up the rest of my things,” I told Justin, then I grabbed my bag and ran
down the stairs. Justin was quick to follow me, and before I could open the
front door, he had grabbed my hand and had pulled me close to him.
“Justin, please let go of me,”
I told him as I looked him into his eyes. Tears were rolling down my cheeks,
which made Justin let go almost immediately.
“I love you” he whispered to
me, I just shook my head and sniffled.
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have
cheated,” I told him, then I opened the front door and slowly I started
making my way outside in the cold weather.
“I do love you! I now I’ve lost you
because of a stupid and drunken mistake” he yelled behind me. I avoided
answering, instead, I got into my car and drove off as fast as possible.
I didn’t know where to go, my parents
live several states away, and I really didn’t feel like driving for so long,
and Y/B/F/N was out of town. In the end, I decided to drive out of town and
stay at the first hotel I found.
The hotel wasn’t particularly good, but
there were a bed and a bathroom, and that was all I needed for now.
I sat down on the bed and looked through
my phone. Justin had called me a whole lot of times, and of course also left
some texts, but otherwise there wasn’t anything else, so I decided to just shut
it off. I laid down on the bed and sighed loudly, this had got to be the worst
day of my life!
3 years later my heart was finally whole
again, and that was all thanks to Adrian, my boyfriend, well my soon to be
husband, we were getting married today, and I couldn’t be happier. As for
Justin, I actually haven’t really been talking to him these past few years. He
seems to have moved on, and so have I, so he actually did me a favor, because
if it wasn’t for him, then maybe I wouldn’t have met Adrian, and that would
have been a shame. I looked out the
window in the room I was getting ready in. Paparazzi were trying to take
pictures of me, of course, they knew I would be getting married, I was - after
all - Justin Bieber’s ex-girlfriend. I had seen interviews with Justin, where he
had been asked how he felt about me getting married, and his answer had always
been: “If she’s happy, then I’m happy”, and then he would change the
subject. I sighed to myself, then I stood up and looked at myself in the
mirror. I had asked people to leave the room so that I could have some time
alone, they all understood and had quickly left the room.
I gently patted my dress to make sure it
sat perfectly on my body.
I smiled happily to myself, then I
turned around and grabbed my glass of champagne. I quickly drowned it, then I
placed the glass on the table. I went out of the room and immediately I was
greeted by all my bridesmaids and my dad.
“Y/N, you look absolutely
gorgeous!” Anna, my maid of honor, told me. I smiled at her, then I went
over to dad and interlocked our arms.
“Here you go,” someone told me
as she handed me a very beautiful bouquet. I thanked her, then I looked down at
the bouquet and smiled widely. Adrian sure did have great taste in flowers! I
gently brought the bouquet up to my nose and smelled the flowers. The overly
sweet smell of roses caught my nose, and immediately I was in heaven! I closed
my eyes and immediately thought back to Adrian and I’s first date. He had come
to pick me up, and he had brought a bouquet of red roses, my favorites. Adrian
and I had met online, and we had instantly clicked.
“Are you ready?” dad asked me.
I nodded, then we went over to the door. The music started playing, and slowly
my bridesmaids and Adrian’s best men started walking in. When they finally
stood by the aisle, dad and I started walking. I was smiling widely as I looked
at the crowd, and my smile grew wider as I made eye contact with Adrian.
* Justin’s POV *
“Dude, did you realize Y/N is
getting married today?” Ryan asked me as he sat down beside him. I sighed
and nodded my head, today had to be the worst day of my life.
“Do you still love her?” he
asked me. Without even thinking I nodded my head, I did still love her! These
last 3 years had been hell for me, I ruined the best thing in my life, and now
the love of my life was getting married to someone that wasn’t me.
“I really screwed up 3 years
ago,” I told Ryan and I sank further down into the couch. Ryan sighed and
pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“Whoa, look at her!” Ryan then
said, he handed me his phone, where a picture of Y/N was showed. I gulped and
studied the picture closely. She looked absolutely gorgeous! She was the
definition of perfection!
I immediately stood up from the couch
and handed Ryan his phone back.
“I need to get her back!” I
told him, then I left the room.
“Justin, you can’t just get her back!
She’s getting married!” Ryan yelled.
“I don’t care! I know she’s not
marrying the love of her life because that’s me!” I told him, then I
opened the front door and got into my car. Ryan was quick to get also, and
before he could even put on his seatbelt, I had sped off towards the church Y/N
was getting married at.
* Y/N’s POV *
“Dearly beloved, we’re gathered
here today on this beautiful day to witness the union of Y/N and Adrian in holy
matrimony. This is a day of great celebration and reverence, on which we come
together before God to recognize and commemorate the sacred love and dedication
shared between these two people. It is wonderful to have family and friends
here to join us today. The bride and groom would like to thank their guests for
being here and would like you to know that each of you were invited here on
this day because you have played an integral part in their intertwining
lives.” the minister said. Adrian and I were standing across from each
other with our hands intertwined, both with a smile on our faces.
“In the time that Y/N and Adrian
have spent together, they’ve built the sturdy foundation for a lifelong
relationship. After a great deal of thoughtful consideration, they have decided
to bind themselves to one another for the rest of their lives.
May you all remember and cherish this
sacred ceremony, for on this day, with love, we will forever bind Y/N and
Adrian together.” the minister continued. I honestly just wanted to get
this over with! I was so nervous about my vows!
“If there is anyone in attendance
who has cause to believe that this couple should not be joined in marriage, you
may speak now or forever hold your peace.” he continued. No one said
anything which made me sigh, but unfortunately, the door into the church opened
and Justin walked in.
“I do!” he yelled. “Y/N
you can’t marry this guy! You know you don’t love him” Justin said.
“Justin, please don’t to this”
I begged. Justin just shook his head and ran up to me.
“Y/N, I know I made a mistake 3
years ago, but I still do love you! I love you so much, and it kills me to see
you with this guy! I know you, and I can see that you don’t love him, you just
want happiness, and yeah I couldn’t give you that, but I’m a changed man! I
know I can make you happy, because being without you has been hell for
me!” Justin told me.
“Do you expect me to just drop
everything just because you realized you can’t live without me? I waited so
long for you to come to me because you finally realized that you loved me, but
guess what, you never did!” I told him, tears were now streaming down my
cheeks. Adrian tried to place his hand on my back for comfort, but I just
couldn’t take it.
“I’m so sorry Adrian, but I can’t
do this! I thought I knew what I was doing, but I didn’t! Justin’s right, I
don’t love you, I was just in love with the fact of someone caring for me and
wanting the best for me” I told Adrian, then I ran down the aisle. I
quickly left the church and got into the first car I could see, unfortunately,
it was Ryan that was sat behind the steering wheel.
“Can you please drive?” I
asked him as he kept looking at me weirdly. He quickly nodded his head and
drove off. I looked out of the window to see both Justin and Adrian standing
there with hurt expressions while everyone was standing behind them with
dumbfounded looks on their faces.
Ryan used to be my best friend when
Justin and I were dating, but when we broke up I lost contact with him. Before
I even knew it we were at our usual spot. I immediately started crying even
harder. Ryan got out of the car and went to my side, he then opened the door
and lifted me up. He sat down on one of the rocks and placed me on top of
“Care to tell me what
happened?” he lowly asked me. I sniffled and placed my head on his chest.
“I’m so confused!” I told him
as I sobbed loudly. “I really thought I loved Adrian, but when Justin
showed up and confessed everything to me, I just lost it all,” I told him.
Ryan understood that I didn’t want to talk about it. Ryan gently started
rocking me back and forth, but we were soon interrupted by someone clearing
their throat. I looked behind Ryan to see Justin standing there. He had tears
running down his cheeks, but a small smile was still plastered on his lips.
“How did you know I was here?”
I asked him. Justin chuckled lowly and smiled.
“I know you like the back of my
hand,” he told me. I sniffled, then I got off Ryan’s lap and went to
engulf Justin in a big hug.
“I missed you so much,” I told
him. Justin squeezed me tight and breathed loudly.
“I missed you, too, so, so
much!” he mumbled.
“I’ll let you two have some time
alone,” Ryan said, then he stood up and started walking away.
“Wait!” I told him, Ryan
turned around and looked at me weirdly.
“Thank you,” I told him with a
smile. Ryan just smiled and turned around leaving me alone with Justin.
“Am I allowed to kiss you?” he
mumbled as he grabbed my face. I slowly nodded my head, and immediately
Justin’s lips were on mine.
“Just because we kiss doesn’t mean
I’ve forgiven you yet,” I told Justin, Justin nodded and smiled.
“I wanna take things slow, I wanna
make sure we know each other to perfection,” I told him.
“That sounds perfect, but honestly
I can’t wait to see you in one of these dresses again, when we’re finally gonna
marry each other” Justin told me, then he picked me up and twirled me
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She was absolutely breathtaking, I couldn’t help but just stare at her- her eyes were bright and filled with kindness, her lips were slightly parted as she concentrated, her hair fell to the side of her neck and scent smelled heavenly, God, I cant help myself - she is beautiful in many ways that I cannot even express; she was my definition of perfect and no one could tell me otherwise. Each day I spent tutoring her was like a day in heaven, she was my muse and the reason my heart was beating everyday but I watched as she fell for my friend, He is a great guy to be honest and I don’t even blame him for falling for her but I just wished I had the chance to make her mine.
“Zach, is this correct?” she snapped me out of my trance as she held her notebook in front of my face.
“Yes, it is actually” I smiled but it was fake, not fake for her but fake at the meaning of smile.
Watching as her expression switched from confused and concerned to being happy and seeing her smile was my greatest achievement, Her mere presence was enough to kick start my day.
“Baby!” she squeaked and kicked back her chair as she stood up and ran into the arms of another, my heart was crushed but I had to play it cool.
“Hey Jeff” another fake smile spread across my lips.
I couldn’t do anything but I simply woke up from the chair and headed towards the exit before my heart crumbled, this life was not meant for me, this thing called love was oblivious to my existence. I walked over to my locker and pressed my head against it to collect my thoughts and push it aside for a while, taking in a deep breath to control myself from feeling this way and then returning back to reality as I opened up my locker to collect my things and shut it lock, I turned around and saw them once more- Her smile was wide and she held his hand that hung loosely around her shoulders as he pulled her closer and pecked a kiss on the side of her forehead, I watched them as they walked by and my heart literally broke down and I felt the tears form but I never let them slip down.
“You love her don’t you?” I heard an unfamiliar voice from beside me and I turned to see Hannah Baker standing there.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I spat
“I know that look more than anyone here, that is the look of love and admiration and it is also the look of secrecy and loneliness” she spoke and each of her word sounded a little too familiar because it was the truth, it was my truth.
“He is a good friend of mine and they make each other happy. Who am I to stand in the way of that?” I sighed and eventually gave in to what she spoke of, I couldn’t hide it anymore and I felt the need to share my loneliness with someone and maybe they might understand.
“Will you go out with me?” I asked
“No Zach, I will not go out with you, just because you cant have the person you want does not mean you can use me to get over her.” her words came out harsh and with the emotions I was harboring, I couldn’t contain myself from feeling absolutely pissed.
“screw you” I walked off in such a hurry after I had punched the locker and probably caused a scene but I wasn’t thinking straight and I regret my words.
In the Present…
My mind has repeatedly gone back to that moment when my whole entire world fell apart, it was around 1AM after I had already headed home from Jessica Davis’ house party, I knew I shouldn’t have left but my parents were strict on curfew, I left Jeff behind and that is my biggest regret.
I can still feel my phone buzzing from under my pillow as I slept, I can still remember waking up and hearing the cracked voice of Clay over the phone as he informed me of the devastating news that Jeff had left us that early morning. I can still feel numbness that shot through me in that split second and then feeling everything crashing down on me all at once. The sound of screams and cries still echo through my rooms and down the hall of the house as I fell to my knees with plenty of tears streaming my down my face- I can still feel the burning of my throat and lungs as I screamed.
For days I couldn’t sleep, I had been brought to the hospital under mental health care because I was consumed to major depression which is the absolute worse- it creeps upon me at night when I least expect it, all those negative thought drown me until 4am when I am able to sleep after crying hours upon hours. I would hyperventilate and rock myself back and forth like a mad person but that’s how I felt, He was the nicest person I had ever had the pleasure of meeting and the world took him from me- he was my person and he deserved better than that. I was on medications and was prescribed to see a counsellor four times a week for Psychotherapy and it actually did help, they weren’t exactly what I imagined but it was aiding my mental health until I seemed normal again and I had a different view of life.
After Jeff’s death I had gotten closer to Zach because I know apart from Clay, he was the next close thing to Jeff and he was having some difficult times to wrap his head around things ever since that night. He was extremely supportive and with the recent passing of another friend- we had each other to be strong with and I cant tell you enough how I appreciated this, it took me about 2 months to seem normal again but with his help it had been such a load off.
“Hey how are you doing?” Zach asked
“I’m doing well enough now, thank you” I smiled
“I know this might seem too soon but I was wondering if you would like to go out sometimes?” he asked but he was too nice to say no to and part of psychotherapy was that I had to accept the past event and let it be the past, I had to move on from what made me suffer and not look back to it.
“yes, I would like that” I felt ready but terrified.
Hi prominent smile caused me to smile as well and I stocked off to first period, I liked to get there before the class even begins but I bumped into a nerve wracking clay Jensen, his scars seemed to be healing but with a lot of time- his breathing was rapid and heavy, he had the look of derange in his eyes and he had bloodshot eyes.
“Are you okay Clay?” I asked concerned
“No, No I’m not- I have been going crazy with all these tapes and wondering when my name will come up” he stated but I had no idea what he was talking about
Furring my eyebrows in confusion I spoke up “What? what tapes?”
“You haven’t heard them yet? your name appeared to be in it but only once, would you want to listen?” he answered
“Of course” I replied concerned but at the same time I didn’t know what to expect and I am not sure of what or how to feel.
“You’re going to tell me this one’s no big deal but let me tell you about being lonely. Humans are a social species, We rely on connections to survive Even the most basic social interactions help keep us alive. Statistics prove the subjective feeling of loneliness can increase the likelihood of premature death by 26%. If it sounds like I’m quoting from a school textbook I am. Too bad nobody bothered to read it. And let me tell you there’s all kinds of ways to feel lonely
but let me tell you about that one specific lonely eyed boy I am talking about, my friend Kat had told me about me he was so sweet once upon a time, so sweet.
well, Zach Dempsey. Welcome to your tape”
I was so confused of how this was related to me but I kept on listening in hopes to gain more content
“See Zach, you didn’t take rejection all that well now did you? I saw how nice you were to me but I didn’t want to be your rebound after you couldn’t get the girl you wanted and Y/N if you’re listening to this tape then here you are, sorry Zach but she has to find out the truth eventually and here it is- my truth; See Y/N, Zach had always had a crush on you but he never said so to spare his friends feeling and I know you are probably wondering how this is relevant to my death which is what I will explain.
It was once specific afternoon after Zach had tutored you, I saw how he looked at you during your sessions and after you were done- I noticed how he admired you from the hallways but always had to turn away whenever Jeff said hello to him.
See, I confronted Zach on having a crush on you and he admitted to it but then had this wild thought that he should ask me out because he was lonely and I rejected him- he had negative comments to say and his anger couldn’t be controlled and I already had so much going on in my life that his negative words was another sign that lead me to doing what I did, it was because of you that he had his outburst but don’t get me wrong, you are not on this tape for me- you should know the truth just like everyone should, you were genuinely nice to me and your kindness helped me live for another day but sadly I couldn’t stay anymore but thank you and I am sorry.
As for you Zach, I needed you to be true and you failed me and now we will see how things turn out for you, well others will see”
The tape ended and I was in tears at this point, clay watched my features change and now I understood how he felt and what he had been going through while listening to this heartbreaking message from Hannah.
I had so many mixed emotions but I know that I couldn’t go out with Zach anymore, I feel like I don’t even know him at this point.
I spotted him with his clique as they spoke and laughed with whatever joke one of them made.
“Hey Y/N!” he smiled but then it dropped as soon as he noticed my tears
“I am not going out with you” I spat and earned some ‘ooh’ noises from his so called friends.
He pulled me aside and away from everyone “Why?” he asked shooting me a saddened expression, Hannah was right, he had loneliness hidden behind his eyes.
“I heard your tape and I cant believe all of this happened, I didn’t even know and Jeff was your close friend! Hannah tried to help you and you brought her closer to her death!” I cried and he tried to get me to lower my voice but no one had paid any attention to us.
“Please don’t do this, I didn’t mean to do anything to her but I saw you with jeff that day and something inside of me snapped, I regret the words that left my mouth but I cant change anything” his voice cracked “The only person who would know how to help me right now is Jeff and he isn’t even here anymore, everything in my life always turns to fucking shit and I end up lonely all the time, I am never fucking loved and you cant make me feel any worse then I’m already feeling right now. I’m fucking sorry” he broke down and I felt remorse course throughout my entire body and chills running up and down my spine. I had no idea he felt this strongly about everything.
“I’m sorry you have to go through this right now and I understand what it’s like to lose Jeff, he was my boyfriend and he left me and that night I regret going home and leaving him there but everything happened- I know he is in a good place but I still know he deserved so much better, but Hannah was only trying to help you and she needed helping of her own and she tried to reach out to you because you connected on feeling lonely and she hoped you would at least try to help her back- I think the only way to make up to her about this is to tell the truth and come clean before you suffer further from any of this.” I tried to calm him down
“You’re right and I need to tell the truth about this because it is eating me up alive, I owe this to her and we all received an interrogation slip to talk about her and it was picked at random, I am nervous about it but I know now what to do- thank you” he positively responded and it made me smile.
“I will meet you up tonight for that date and help you prep for your interrogation that’s coming up soon” I smiled back as I engulfed him in a hug, he wasn’t a bad guy to be honest, he just didn’t know how to respond to someone reaching out to him but I’m glad I could have a positive impact and change on him.