we both knew this would happen eventually

it ain't me // dylan o'brien

Summary: Dylan doesn’t realize how much he loves Y/N until it’s too late

Requested: no, based off of this song

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes and smut

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The envelope had remained untouched on the counter for nearly a week.

Every time he looked at the stupid piece of white paper an immense pain clouded over him like he lived in Seattle and there was no chance of him ever seeing the sun again.

The only thing she had left behind was the letter and a cardboard box with his name scribbled across the front in her messy handwriting.

The two objects had been taunting him for the past week, surely collecting dust by now.

As he took another sip from the bottle clutched tightly in his hand, the cool amber liquid provided him with a small amount of relief he was craving.

Extending his legs onto the coffee table, he squinted his eyes as he flipped through the channels, the only source of light in his dark apartment being that of the muted television he had been staring at for the past 3 days.

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Nevada Heat

Characters: Dean Ambrose x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, sexual content, rough sex

Summary: Out of gas and out of patience, you find yourself stranded in the middle of the desert with Dean, with hours to kill until you’re rescued…

This is my first Dean fic! I know most of you are on my blog for AJ, but I wrote this for @toosweetme and figured I’d tag y’all who like reading my stuff! @llowkeys @livingthestrongstyle @alexahood21 @the-geekgoddes @wrestlingbabe @that-lolachick @lolabradbury @vebner37 @reigns420 @crowleysqueenofhell @iwannadiehere @devittslegos @mox-midget @blondekel77 @thephenomofdeathvalley-blog @skrillexslays13 


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Mother's peril

A/n: requested by moonlightonroses for the dialogue prompts.
#1: “We will break you.” With Batmom
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This was all Two-face’s fault. He had robbed a bank a few weeks ago and you had unfortunately been one of the hostages.

When your husband had saved you, he had given you a kiss on the forehead and had gone back to help your sons. Neither of you had known that a reporter had seen you two.

The next day the headline “Y/n Wayne cheating on husband with Batman?” appeared. People had actually believed it and kept bothering you and Bruce about it.

Little did you know tart someone else was about to get involved.

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Drama Queen

A Reggie x reader fic with lots of drama but also kinda Archie x reader? As in, reader likes Archie and Reggie likes her. 

“Listen to me, I didn’t intend it to happen, I-“
“I don’t want to hear it”
“Please, I didn’t know!”
“Yeah.. sure!” 
It was nearly two in the morning and after much incessant banging and phone ringing, I had finally given in and answered the door. Veronica looked like she’d been crying and even beneath all the smudged eyeliner she was incredibly beautiful. This, of course, made me even angrier. 
“Y/N, listen to me! I didn’t know you liked Archie.. You never told me!”
“Never told you?” I spluttered. Anger was boiling inside me and I was surprised steam wasn’t coming out of my ears. “You knew, Veronica!”
“I didn’t!” Her eyes welled up with angry tears. “You never said anything… I thought we were friends! Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“Don’t you dare try to turn this on me!” I said, shouting now. The neighbour’s dog began to howl. Soon the whole street would be awake. 
“I’m not! But you can’t seriously blame me! How was I supposed to know that you liked Archie? And even if you did, you don’t own him, Y/N.” 
That felt like a slap across the face. I knew I didn’t own Archie. I’d just always thought we would end up together… eventually. We had always been friends, since we were little. Both Betty and I had worshiped Archie all through high school. But then Betty found Jughead and I was sure Archie would turn to me.
“You know what, Ronnie? If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened. But you came waltzing into our lives and fucked everything up. I wish you’d never set a foot in Riverdale.” The words came out before I had time to think. But in that moment, I meant them.
Veronica’s face burned red in the dim streetlight. Something shifted in her expression and I sensed danger. “I can’t believe I came here to apologise and ask you to give me another chance. You’ll have to grovel if you even want to speak to me again.” She turned away from me, her coat whirling in the light breeze. She walked down to the street and then turned round. “And as if you could ever have Archie.” And she walked into the night.

*

My alarm buzzed unrelentingly against by bed side table but I couldn’t face turning it off. If I turned it off it meant I had to get up. And if I got up it meant I had to go to school – and that was something I couldn’t face.
“Y/N” My mum called through the door “Get up now! You have to be at school in twenty minutes.”
I rolled onto my side and looked out the window. It was raining. Maybe I could feign a cold or something? But that would never convince my mother who always said ‘Education is the most important thing’.
The alarm buzzed again and I slammed my hand on it, deafening the sound. I got up and dressed slowly, tying my hair into a French braid and painstakingly tying my shoe laces as slowly as possible.
“Y/N, now!”
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and slouched down the stairs.
“Finally. Shall I drive you to school on my way to work?” My mother asked appearing at the bottom of the stairs.
“No, I’ll walk.”
“You’ll get soaked!” She complained but I was already out the door. I pulled my hood up and began the usual road to the institution of torture.
The uninviting building was in sight when I heard a familiar voice calling my name. My stomach tightened as I turned round to see the red-haired boy jogging to catch up with me.
“Hey Arch” I mumbled keeping my eyes trained on the wet pavement.
“I talked to Veronica” he said cutting to the chase instantly. I managed a nondescript mumble in answer. “Y/N, why were you so horrible to her?”
My head shot up and I found myself gazing into his dark eyes. “And what about me, Arch? Don’t you care about how she treated me?”
Archie rolled his eyes in exasperation. “You must know you’re the one that’s in the wrong here, Y/N.”
“I thought I was your friend, Archie! I’ve known you since we were five. How long have you known her for?”
“Don’t be such a drama queen!”
I chuckled humourlessly and continued down the road. Archie grabbed my arm and turned me round to face him. “Look, I’m sorry if your feelings were hurt, Y/N, but Ronnie is my girlfriend now and I just want us all to get on.”
“Oh please, Archie. Don’t act all holier than thou, you knew damn fine how I felt about you.” I scoffed and pulling my arm out of his grasp I practically ran to school.
Once inside I felt eyes on me and wondered how many people Veronica had told already. I tried to ignore them all, walking with my head high towards my locker. Once there I opened it and tried to conceal my face as hot tears spilled down my icy cheeks. How could they do this to me?
“Well, well, well. Y/N you look very wet this morning.” I slammed my locker, insult ready at the tip of my tongue. Reggie stood in front of my locker, teardrops glistening in his dark hair. I opened my mouth to burn him into oblivion when an idea hit me, just like a comic book character with a lightbulb over their head.
“Oh Reg, I’ve never been wetter” I said with a sly smile. Reggie looked taken-aback at my new approach.
“I’m sure we could change that” Reggie said, casually leaning on the locker next to mine.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Mantle.”
“Meet me at Pop’s tonight and I’ll make sure I keep that promise.”
“Done. I’ll see you at nine” I said, grabbing my books and giving him a flirtatious wink as I headed for English. A mop of red hair caught my eye as I strode past and I felt triumph. It was a small comfort but if Archie and Veronica heard about this then they’d know I wasn’t going to just lie down and take their shit.

*

I didn’t bother getting too dressed up. After all, this is Reggie Mantle we’re talking about – he’ll flirt with anything. I slipped my earrings on and took one last look in the mirror. A dress, not too fancy but still cute and boots that would survive the rain. I grabbed my jacket and headed downstairs.
“I’m going out!” I called over my shoulder and rushed out the door to avoid the ‘But it’s a school night’ lecture.
Reggie was already sitting at a booth in Pop’s when I arrived. The fluorescent lighting gave his hair a pink tinge. He was inevitably wearing his football jacket. I rolled my eyes at the predictability and plastered a flirty smile on my face as I slid into the booth opposite him.
“Hello gorgeous!” he said smiling from ear to ear.
“Hi Reggie.”
“I have to say, I’m a little surprised you came. I guess I always thought you hated me. Although now I see that was just a way to cover up that you’re madly in love with me.” He slung an arm around the back of the booth and flashed me a model smile.
I couldn’t help but laughing. “Sure, keep dreaming, Mantle.”
The waitress took our order and I sipped my milkshake looking absent-mindedly out the window. “Something on your mind?” Reggie asked leaning towards me.
“Not really.” I muttered, stirring my milkshake with my straw.
“What was up at lunch? You weren’t sitting with your bag of weirdos.” I feigned indifference and drank some more milkshake. I was not about to spill out all my feelings to Reggie Mantle.
“So what happened?” he pressed.
“Nothing, just fell out with Veronica.”
“Why? Did you have a contest on who’s hotter and you won?”
I laughed again. “Hardly. I think we both know who would win that.” I couldn’t keep the bitterness out of my voice.
“Do we?” Reggie’s hand found mine and he interlocked our fingers.
I looked up at him. “You’re really beautiful, Y/N”
I shrugged off my embarrassment and pulled my hand from his. “What would your team mates think if they heard this?”
“They’d never believe it.”
“How do you know I don’t have my phone recording this whole thing?” I joked.
He feigned horror. “You’d ruin the reputation I’ve worked so hard to build.”
“Then you’d better make this night enjoyable, Mantle.”

*

“Can I walk you home?” Reggie asked, hands deep in his pockets and hopping from foot to foot to keep warm.
“Don’t you live on the other side of here?” I asked, peering at him from beneath my hood.
“Yeah but I like walking in the rain. There’s something relaxing about it.”
I nodded and we began walking towards my house. “So, will you tell me something about yourself, Y/N?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we’ve spent more time together tonight than we have in all these years I’ve known you and still I feel like I know nothing about you.”
I shrugged. “Not much to know. I guess I’ve mostly defined myself through my friends in the past and now…” I trailed off. When I said friends I really meant Archie.
“Yeah you and Andrews are always together, aren’t you?” I nodded. “Anything going on there?” Reggie asked with a small smile.
“Definitely not. He’s dating Veronica.” A small shadow of recognition seemed to cross Reggie’s face but he was soon smiling again.
We made our way up my street and the rain had abated slightly. Reggie reached out and grabbed my hand. I was surprised but found the warmth emanating from him surprisingly comforting. We reached my door and I turned round to face him.
“Well, this is me.” I felt distinctly awkward. Was he expecting to kiss me?
“I had a great time” He said, standing very close to me. He brushed a strand of hair that had come loose from my braid out of my face.
“Me too”
“Y/N?” He asked, dangerously close now.
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Only if you promise I won’t end up in that stupid playbook” I muttered.
He grimaced and shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” And then he kissed me.

*

The moment I walked into school the next day I bumped straight into Veronica. “Woops, sorry” I said before realising who it was. You could have cut the tension with a knife.
“Ready to apologise?” Veronica asked bluntly. What was it with her and Archie?
“Don’t beat around the bush do you?”
“Well?” I didn’t answer. Veronica rolled her eyes and pushed past me, her elbow digging into my arm. I winced slightly at the pain.
“Hey, beautiful!” Reggie was walking towards me, a huge grin on his face.
“Hi Reg” I mumbled, massaging my arm lightly.
“Are you free again tonight?”
“Oh, Reggie, I don’t know, I-“ but Veronica was standing watching me and I changed tactic. “Yup, 9 suit again?”
“Sure thing, babe” Reggie said and walked off.
“Y/N?” I turned round to see Betty. “What was that about? Are you dating Reggie?”
Dear, sweet Betty. She would never take sides in this argument but though I’d known her longer that didn’t stop her from sitting with Veronica and Archie at lunch the day before.
“Oh yes, didn’t you know?” I said with a fake giggle. “I’m seeing him tonight.”

*

I should’ve known, really. Should’ve known that Veronica wouldn’t have let things stay as they were. I was sitting in the same booth as the day before, laughing at one of Reggie’s terrible jokes when the door to Pop’s opened and in walked the two people I wanted to see least.
Veronica’s heels echoed on the floor as she walked right towards us. “Y/N, Reggie” she said with an icy smile. “Funny seeing you here” Archie hovered in the background, awkwardly running his hands through his hair. My stomach churned at the sight of him.
“Veronica, Andrews” Reggie nodded. “Wanna join us?”
“Oh that’s okay. We wouldn’t want to disturb, would we babe?” she slipped her hand in Archie’s and he grinned involuntarily. The sight was enough to make me cry.
“You know,” she continued “it’s so nice you two have found each other and that Archiekins and I have found one another. Did you know Y/N had a huuuuge crush on Archie?” She smiled sweetly at Reggie and my heart dropped.
“Oh really?” Reggie said, arching an eyebrow and looking at me.
“Oh yeah, massive! In fact until really recently. Funny you got over it so fast, Y/N. But I guess Reggie has that effect on people”
“Ronnie, let’s just go” Archie said avoiding my gaze.
“Really, Archie? You can’t even talk to me?” I fumed. I didn’t know where the anger was coming from but it was making me insane in that moment. “After all of those years of friendship you just give up and hide behind Veronica? I understand this from her, but from you? I love you!”
Archie hung his head. “I think we’ll go grab a booth.” Veronica said with a triumphant smile. I watched her go my heart aching. I thought I’d found a true friend in her.
I tapped my straw against my glass furiously. Then I looked up to see Reggie staring at me.
“Is this all true? You’re in love with Archie?”
“I-I don’t know about in love… I-“
But Reggie cut across me. “And what, you were trying to use me to make him jealous? I think it’s pretty clear it isn’t working.”
“Reggie, I-“
“I don’t like being used, Y/N. I don’t see why you had to involve me in your stupid drama.” He stood up.
“Reggie don’t. It’s not like that-“
“Save it. I don’t want to hear your stupid excuses. You’re so fucking immature.”
And with that he walked away from me.
I was left alone in the booth. Alone to watch Reggie’s retreating figure through the window.

A/N: Hey guys, thanks so much for reading. I realise this is ridiculously long but I like lots of build up as I’m sure you can tell. Let me know if you enjoyed this and feel free to request anything you’d like. xoxo

Goodbye

Prompt: You let Chanyeol cheat because you’re dying of an illness

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2050


To Chanyeol, whom I love.



It’s a funny thing, or at least I find it funny, ironic even to begin an introduction with analyzing farewells. Please do not take this in an ominous way, I do not mean for that sort of tone. Just lighthearted pensivity that comes with being stuck in the same room everyday. A way to let go of my thoughts.

There are so, so many ways to say goodbye, have you thought about it? A simple, curt “bye.” If you repeat it, “bye-bye,” it’s childlike, cuter, friendly. Some dialects transform it to “buh-bye.”

Have a nice day, afternoon, evening: Friendly. Well wishing. Used in a slightly more formal context.

See you later: Casual, hopeful, cheery.

Farewell: Final, formal, tinged with emotion. Slightly outdated. Originating from “fare thee well,” meaning travel happily, safely.

Take care: A more modern version of “farewell.” Take care of yourself, while I’m gone. Take care of yourself while we are parted.


And finally, the root concept:


Goodbye.



A parting with good feelings.

Often a formal way to verbally initiate a separation, and ironically, although the word itself uses “good,” it is often found in situations blanketed by negativity. Frustration with family members when you slam your room door as a child, or when you angrily press the red button to hang up.  Breaking up. Believing you will never see someone again.

Knowing you won’t see them again.


Forgive me, Chanyeol. I didn’t want this to turn dark again. I meant to write this with the happiness of your smile, like the sun. The glow of your cheeks, like the full moon on a cloudless night. The twinkle in your eye like that of stars.





For the past seemingly endless months, I’ve been in countless rooms, all the same.

White. A color to symbolize purity. Cleanliness.

You get sick of it very quickly.

The walls are white, the curtains are white, the pillows, the blankets, the clothes are white. It’s to bring the facade of perfection though I am imperfect. I am not pure. I am not clean. I am riddled with spreading disease.

I digress.


The paradox that many things change yet remain the same, and many things remain the same yet are changed. Different rooms, all the same. There’s always a doctor, though each room holds a different one.

Different rooms, different doctors, different facilities, different treatments, different results, different pains stretching over my body, fluctuating in intensity. All the same questions, the same procedures, the same pinch of the needle, the same emptiness inside, the same boredom, the same color, the same pain plaguing my mind. The same Chanyeol always by my side, holding my hands, kissing my cheeks, hugging me close, wary of the various tubes and machines.

The same Chanyeol.

Yet different.




I remember the first time walking into a hospital like this, as a patient. Tests and doctors and drawing blood and taking samples and scans and everything all at once. Professionally in order for them. Confusing and chaotic for us. You held my hand tightly.


I remember before the first surgery to get the growth, the t-word, to get it out. I was so scared. I was terrified for weeks. I cried so much. I was worried but I was hopeful. It was still shocking to think of myself having the c-word. I never imagined this. You kissed my cheeks, carrying my tears away.


I remember the day the doctor entered the room, coat as white, as clean, as pure as ever. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Both of you have been fighting so hard.” He looked at you, eyes forlorn. “You may want to sit down.”

They had spread to my lungs. They were eating, feasting away at my breath. I was in too much pain to cry. I was too numb from so much pain. All I could do was lay there, staring, listening to you cry out the pain for me. For us. You held me in your arms. You were broken, wary of the various tubes and machines that had become part of me.

The next morning, early afternoon, when we woke up, I said I still had time. Limited, but everyone has limited time. No one lives forever. Just some longer than others. I still had over a year left. A year and a half. I would lose my hair, and I would receive more scars, but I still had a year and a half with friends and family. A year and a half with you.


And now we are trapped in what seems like an endless cycle. A repeat of yesterday happened the day before and the day before that and before that and before that…Seemingly endless. But we both know how it ends. We both know when it will end.

We both know my days are numbered. I don’t know the number. Neither do you, nor the doctors and their white coats.

It is a number known only by God.




I believe I’ve given up on attempting to ward off tragedy. But I knew since the beginning of this letter that I would eventually succumb to it. After all, I am the one writing this.




You are still the same, but different. Still sleeping next to me, holding my hand. Still bringing me flowers and gifts and movies and affection and love. Thank you for staying the same.

The passcode to your phone has always been the same. It touches my heart that you trust me that much.

I’ve betrayed you.


You were sleeping, eyes puffy from crying with me. You always cried with me. I don’t know how many times you’ve cried alone, but you’ve always been there with me to kiss away my tears. How long have you stayed in this same white room with me? I apologize for taking away from your life. We’re both young, and you’ve spent so much time with me in the same white rooms that were always changing. But for the past year and a half, we’ve been living in one room, now. How nice.


I digress again.

Forgive me, my mind tends to wander along these walls I’ve memorized months and months and months ago.



You were sleeping beside me.

I was reading.

Your phone lit up.

There was a number unknown to me, and I was curious.

I’ve betrayed your trust. Please forgive me.

But as I betrayed your trust, it was also fed to me.




I was angry…no, that’s a childish word. Furious. Livid. Wrathful. I wanted to scream at you. I wanted to rip you from your dreams so you could see my shattered reality. I wanted to hurt you. The one place where I was barricaded from pain by your hands, your embrace, your kiss. It’s now broken.

For the first time, I cried by myself.

You were there, but I was alone.

My emotions whipped my mind into a maelstrom. My tears were silent as I read. I wanted to look away. I wanted to stop. I wanted to smash your phone into the white walls. Break a hole in the plaster. Create something new for me to look at.



My heart…it hurts more than my body.





She said that she loves you too.

I’m telling you this because in my rage I deleted her response. Her words for you. The response that she had stolen from my lips, from my heart. Those were supposed to be my words.

I wanted to delete the whole chain of messages. Your pain, her comfort, words of affection and love exchanged between you both. I wanted to erase them so you would know that I knew.

But then I realized that you would know. You would know that I found out.


My heart aches, for I am not something that will last for much longer.

If you knew that I knew, what kind of guilt would eat at your heart?



More than what you feel now is the correct answer.




You are the same Chanyeol that took me on sporadic trips. The same Chanyeol that wrote songs for me, about me, to me. The same Chanyeol that held my hand through all those tests, who kissed my frightened tears away, who held my painful body so delicately, so securely in your arms.

Yet you are a different person now.

I thought the look in your eye was because my time was drawing close. And it was, but it was more. It was guilt.

Did you curse yourself? Scream questions to yourself about how you could love two people at once?



Chanyeol.


My love.


It is possible. Like how a parent loves their children. Like how I would rather die for all of my friends rather than have to pick just one.

It is possible.

Set your mind at ease.

Set your heart at ease.

Please.

I want you to be free from this guilt. I won’t last much longer. It’s already too much for me to get out from under these white sheets and stretch my legs. It hurts too much. It’s too harsh on my lungs. My lungs that are being chewed away.

Don’t tell me not to say it, because it’s true and we need to face it like how we faced all those other tests, all those other trials.


My year and a half is over.

I’m going to die soon.

I know.

I can feel it.



I am not writing this to hurl you into more guilt, please, Chan. For months you’ve tried to hide yourself from me. But as much as it hurts, I wish I had known sooner. It brings me peace that you will be able to move on after a little bit of time. I know I still matter to you, that you still love me, that you will miss me when I’m gone, and that comforts me. But it brings me joy that she understands, that she loves you too, that she will wait for you to be ready to move on.


Take it Chanyeol.

Take your life back.

You are still young.

I’ve taken away years. You’ve been with me in plain white rooms for years, and I thank you beyond what words can ever say. But she can free you from these white walls. She can bring you to green grass and blue skies. Orange sunsets and pink sunrises. The velvety purple of dusk. The yellow sun. A silver moon. Twinkling stars, like your eyes when you smile.

You don’t smile much anymore. I miss it. But that’s ok, as long as you let yourself smile later with her.


Love her.

With every bit of passion and care as you did with me and more.

I feel so happy, so secure because of you. Let her feel the same, please. Share it with her, your love. Don’t let guilt chain your warmth and smiles and kisses and hugs and laughter to a breathless body.

Don’t feel guilty, Chanyeol, I beg you.

You have so much to give, don’t waste it on someone who won’t be able to return it anymore.


Before the pain started, when we shared plans about the future. Vacations, pets, where to live, a home, how many kids, all the soft whispers, the promises. Make new ones with her. Move on when you’re ready, but don’t linger for too long. I want you to enjoy your life.

I wish I could’ve met her. I wish I could thank her for bringing you happiness during this time of sorrow and loss. I wish I could tell her all the things you like, all the things you don’t like. Your habits, the good ones and the bad ones and the annoying, trivial ones. I wish I could tell her everything I know about you.

But it would be more intimate for you both to figure it out together.





I want this letter to end with a beginning. My book has ended, but there’s a new chapter for you. Please continue to write in it. As you move on with your limited time, cherish life.


Take care of yourself, for I want you to be happy when I see you later.

Farewell. Travel safely and happily.

I love you, Chanyeol.

Thank you.

Let’s part with good feelings.





Goodbye

Scared To Be Lonely - Stiles Stilinski

requested by @shannon-601
based on this song
enjoy!


It was great at the very start
hands on each other
couldn’t stand to be apart
closer the better

You walked into the McCall home happily, our hand intertwined with your boyfriends, your other hand holding a box of unpopped popcorn bags.  Movie nights were always the best.

“y/n! Stiles!” Lydia called happily upon your arrival.  You grinned, and Scott came over to take the popcorn box from your hand.

“Thanks! How’d you know we needed some?” Scott asked, already rushing to the kitchen to pop some.  You giggled.

“Because you never learn that you can’t just rely on what you have.  We always run out of popcorn and that makes this one crabby” You nudged Stiles, and he looked at you with a wounded expression.

“I’m hurt you’d say such a thing” Stiles said with a pouty lip.  You giggled, and stood on the tips of your toes to give him a quick kiss.

“EW!” Someone yelled

“Shut up Liam!” Stiles yelled back, and kissed you again before ou could completely turn away.

“Come on lover boy, let’s go take our spot”

You and Stiles got your own love seat couch.  Partially because you always stretched out, and partially because no one else liked to be around you when it was movie night.

Stiles settled down, stretching his legs across the whole sofa, and you crawled in between his legs, laying your back on his chest comfortably.

“What’s the movie tonight?” Malia asked, and everyone looked at Liam, because it was his turn to choose the film.

“Anchorman” He answered, digging into a bag of licorice.

“Is that movie really appropriate for your age?” Stiles asked, and you swatted his shoulder with the back of your hand.

“Leave him alone, I’m not dealing with you two’s fighting tonight” You mumbled, and Stiles sighed.

“Fine” Stiles grumbled.

“Thanks babe” Liam said, and you fell of the couch Stiles moved so fast.

“Listen runt-”

“Hey!” You stood up, brushing your jeans, and pushing Stiles back from where he was attempting to go fight the beta.  “Stiles.  Kitchen. Now.” You walked off first, and Stiles hesitantly followed.  The rest of the pack just watched silently, and once you were both out of the room, began awkward conversation.

“I’m sorry-”

“Stiles” You breathed turning to face him.  “You’ve been all on edge this whole night, and not just since we’ve been here, what’s going on in that crowded head of yours?” You placed your hands over his arms, rubbing them gently to calm his evident nerves.

“I’m..I’m kinda anxious”

“Anxious?”

“Yeah…” He found it difficult to meet your eyes.  But you waited patiently for him to continue.  Which never happened.

“Stiles what’re you-”

“I want to give you something” He cut you off, and you slowly nodded your head.

“Okay…” You said quietly.

“But I don’t want you to freak out about it” Again, you nodded.

“Promise I won’t” You said with a soft smile.  Stiles looked at you, relief written all over his face.  Then reached a hand down into his pocket.

“Close your eyes” You followed the order, lashes fluttering shut.  You heard shuffling, and him taking a deep breath.  “Okay, open”

You first looked at his eyes, wide with nervousness and hope, then they landed on what was in his hand.  A small blue velvet box, with white silky pillowing on the inside, which protecting the beautiful silver ring with little sapphires embedded in it.  Your hands flew over your mouth, eyes wetting as you looked from the ring to Stiles.

“It’s- It’s a promise ring” He told you, and you nodded, closing your eyes tightly to stop the flow of tears that threatened to leave your eyes.

“It’s b-beautiful Stiles” You told him, wiping your eyes.  He smiled big, pulling it out carefully, and opening his hand.  You placed your wrist in his hand, and let him slide the ring along your finger.

“So…so you like it?” You nodded quickly, looking from your hand up to Stiles, and stood on the tips of your toes, crashing your lips against his in a passionate yet needy kiss.

“I love it, I love you” You said, and he smiled softly again, giving you another gentle kiss.

“I love you too” You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he hugged you close.  “So much, so so much you don’t even know” You smiled into his neck, and pulled back a little again, pressing his lips to yours once more.  “And so, no matter what, I promise I’m going to love you, always, no matter what happens”


Now we’re picking fights
and slamming doors
magnifying all our flaws
and I wonder why, wonder what for
why we keep coming back for more

You were sitting on Stiles’ bed, tapping your pen against your notebook.  It had been six months since he’d given you the beautiful ring that was still put on your finger each morning.  Although the smile that would appear during the action, was no longer really an expression at all.  More of just a routine.  Brush hair, do makeup, put on ring, brush teeth, etc.  

It’s meaning, was gone.

You looked up at Stiles, who was busy on his… well you weren’t sure he didn’t really tell you when you’d arrived.  in fact, you hadn’t spoken since you’d shared hellos, then did your own things.  

“I think I’m gonna get going” You stood, collecting your things and putting them away in your bag.

“ ’kay” Stiles said, not turning to look at you.  You twisted the ring on your finger anxiously.  

“So I’ll see you tomorrow at school” You said with a sigh, walking out of the room.

Stiles didn’t say anything.

You weren’t sure what to do, what to say.  You were walking home, seeing that Stiles had driven you to his house, and didn’t bother to offer a ride home.  It was sprinkling, but not full on raining.

So, you called the only person you knew who could answer your questions.

“Hey y/n what can I do for ya doll?” The voice chuckled.

“Hey… Scott” You sighed, slowing your pace as you walked.

“Everything alright? Are you still at Stiles’ place?” He asked.

“Um.. uh no- no I left” Your voice cracked.  “I’m walking home”

“y/n what’s wrong?”Scott asked, voice full of concern.

“Scott I have to ask you a question… and it’s going to be very inconsiderate, and break all the rules of best friends, but I-I need to know”

“Yeah okay, what do you need?”

“Is Stiles out of love with me?” Scott’s silence was answer enough, and you sighed.  “Thanks, McCall” You said quietly.

“y/n I don’t.. I don’t know what to say”

“You don’t have to say anything” You whispered.  “I knew forever could only last so long” A few silent tears slipped onto your cheeks.  “I’ll see you in school”

“Yeah…” Scott breathed.  “I’m sorry” 

“See you tomorrow”

And with that, you hung up.  There was nothing left to say, nothing left to do.  What you and Stiles had was officially gone.  There was no more love, no romance, no passion, and there certainly wasn’t trust.  It was sad, not because you’d lost the boy you thought you would grow old with, but because you both knew it was happening, and neither of you cared to preserve it.  Just watched your relationship fall.  Not a crash and burn, but a gradual decline until eventually, it was so far gone, you couldn’t see it.


Is it just our bodies?
are we both losing our minds?
is the only reason you’re holding me tonight
‘cause we’re scared to be lonely?
do we need somebody just to feel like we’re alright?
is the only reason you’re holding me tonight
‘cause we’re scared to be lonely?

So what do two people do when they fall out of love? They break up.  There’s not a point in mending a relationship that neither person feels loved in anymore.  But the worst part about yours and Stiles’ fallout, was that there was nothing to it.  You’d gone to him, told him that you felt like there was nothing left in your relationship.  To which he replied with a nod, and a short statement of ‘i agree’.

I guess this is the part where we break up” You said, in a soft, sad voice.

“I guess so” Stiles sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.  You half smiled, and put a hand on his shoulder, before reaching on the tips of your toes and placing a tender kiss on his cheek.

“I’m not gonna forget you though” You said, and he nodded, taking your hand from his shoulder, and kissing the back of it for a few seconds.

“I’m not gonna forget you either y/n”

But he did.  It’d been two months since that day in the school hallway, and he hadn’t said a mere word to you.  Which only made fucking everything that much more difficult and awkward.  You had moved to a completely different lunch table, seating only you Lydia, Kira, and sometimes Malia.

You were getting ready for school one morning, and your eyes landed on a small piece of jewelry that made your heart sink to your stomach.

The ring.

Tears brimmed your eyes, and you let out a small cry upon picking it up.  The small band that once symbolized so much love, an entire fantasized future of it.

You slipped it onto your finger, for the sake of nostalgia maybe, perhaps sad and broken memories, you weren’t exactly sure what brought you to do it.  But inspecting the glimmer of blue and silver next to your knuckle brought back so many memories.  So many thoughts and wishes, early morning ideas and late night conversations, long talks about college and careers, little banters on Star Wars, stolen shirts and late afternoons wrapped in white sheets, rides in the jeep and kisses you could still feel on your lips.  All of it, all of the fire, all of the ice.

It was gone.  And you were scared.

Scared of being this lonely, forever.

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sleeping beauty

My relationship with (y/n) ended on good terms, we were civil at the end. Eventually we both saw that we wanted different things, and although we knew we loved each other; we didn’t feel as though we completed one another.

Even though I had been with other girls since, none of them looked as beautiful or as peaceful as (y/n) did as she slept. I never found out if she knew I would spend a while just watching her sleep, if I happened to wake up before her or fall asleep after her. I would gently brush away any sparse hairs which laid across her freshly cleaned face. Sometimes, if she had not made any slight movement; I would place my forefinger under her nose to feel her breath - knowing that she was still alive. Sleeping Beauty I used to call her.

It was a Friday morning, traffic in every direction; people wanting to get the final day of work over and done with before the weekend.  The odd horn echoed through the streets, mainly from people far back who had no idea what was happening ahead. I was round the corner, from where the jam seemed to have started from, when a guy came running out into the road. “Someone help, I’ve knocked someone with my car” he cried, waving his arms frantically in the air. For some reason, I felt no hesitation before I climbed out of my car and rushing to his side. “I didn’t see her, she came out of nowhere, I swear” he said, his face sweating. “Where is she?” I asked, grabbing the side of his arms to keep him still. He pointed round the corner, before leaving my grip and placing his hands on his head. “Call an ambulance,” I shouted at him before jogging away.

Small crowds of people started to gather as I turned the corner, glancing round the street which seemed to have been frozen in time. As I got closer to the bodies that crammed round in a circle, gasps and words of disgust were heard. I barged through, telling people to move out of the way. Once I had pushed past the last person, and the sight was now in front of me, I immediately collapsed to my knees.

The splatters of blood, the seeping cuts or inflamed bruises did not seem to bother me as much as they did everyone else. For I had seen this girl before, I had seen her looking radiant; looking alive.

I crawled on my hands and feet, scurrying to her side. I gently lifted her head so it was resting on my knees. “(Y/N)” I gasped, glancing down at the rest of her body which laid mangled. Her eyes remained closed, so automatically I placed my finger under her nose to check her breathing. She still was, but only just. “Someone get help,” I cried, my voice trembling as I looked up at the surrounding crowd. I looked back down at (y/n) as people started to mutter amongst themselves, and I forced my eyes shut so that the burning tears would fall. They settled on (y/n’s) blotchy face, which was covered in grazes and blood. I inhaled as her eyes began to flutter open. “(Y/N)” I said softly as I stroked the top of her head, avoiding the gaping cut nearby. Her eyes were clouded, nothing like the bright, blue eyes I had grown to love. Soon they focused on my face, and I watched as she recognised me. “Shawn,” she whispered. “Is that really you?” She blinked quickly as tears began to appear at the edge of her eyes. I nodded frantically, smiling. “After all this time,” she said softly, swallowing hard before tears streamed down her face. I hushed her as her eyes looked all around her. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “I’m here to save you, you were hit by a car moments ago” I told her in a hushed tone, not wanting to scare her too much. Her eyes turned dark, like when a storm is on the horizon. “Shawn,” she said, her voice not as weak. “I can’t feel anything.”

My heart skipped a couple of beats as the words made it sink. “You can feel me though right?” I said quickly. “You can feel my legs under your head, my hand on your hair?” She shook her head, ever so slightly, as her face scrunched up in frustration. I let out a gasp, letting my forehead fall to hers as we both cried quietly.
“An ambulance is coming, it’s about ten minutes away” A woman from in front said. My head shot up, a sign of hope. I looked down at (y/n) who was staring blankly up at the sky. “Did you hear that, you’re going to get help. They’ll make you better, you’ll be ok” I said loudly, feeling as though I was telling myself and not just her. My eyes froze on her once I realised the colour of her skin had suddenly changed, looking paler than before.
“She’s losing a lot of blood,” a man said softly. I looked in his direction as his head nodded towards (y/n’s) stomach. I stared down at the puddle that had ruined her top, and was now crawling out from underneath her.

A painful groan escaped my lips as I looked back at her face, watching as she slowly began to slip away. I moved slightly, so that her head rested more on my knees, placing both hands on her head. “Stay with me (y/n),” I said confidently, ignoring the tears that trickled from my eyes. “Come on, you’ve got to stay with me.” Whispers spread through the crowd as they all began to predict the worst. “Remember you used to tell me that I’d never be able to get rid of you,” I laughed slightly, feeling a rush of happiness like I felt when she used to say that. “You said that once you’d entered my life, that was it. I was stuck with you forever,” I said, brushing my hand over her matted hair.

My head shot up as the guy from before ran through the crowd and froze once he saw (y/n) lying in the road. His eyes were puffy as he breathed heavily. “I am so sorry,” he said, looking at me; his skin pale with horror. “Shawn,” I heard (y/n) say, and it sounded as sweet as the first time she had said my name. I faced her again, her eyes open ever so slightly. “I’m here (y/n), I’m right here” I said, picking up her hand and pressing my lips against it. “I’m,” she whispered. Her eyes closed briefly before she spoke again. “I’m…I’m glad it’s you.” I stared at her blankly for a few seconds, too many things rushing through my mind at once. “What do you mean?” I asked quickly. “What’s me?” A faint smile appeared on her pale face. “I’m glad it’s you” she took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m glad you’re the last person I’ll see.”
I shook my head frantically, refusing to believe what she was saying. “Don’t say that,” I said, my voice shaking due to the rush of tears. “Don’t say that.”

My lips parted as I watched her eyes close for the final time. It was as if a light inside her had been turned off, and any form of life had been swept away. I groaned in agony, crouching over so my upper body covered her head, rocking back and forth. I screamed, I shouted; I did whatever I could to express the overriding feeling of pain and heartbreak. I glanced down at her; and once again admired how beautiful and peaceful she looked whilst she slept.

Star-Crossed

SUMMARY: With the coronation drawing near, M/C and Drake share one last moment together. For they know that they’ll never be more than a fairytale—one that ends before its happily ever after.


UNIVERSE: The Royal Romance

PAIRING: Drake X MC

WORD COUNT: 1400+ words

AUTHOR’S NOTE: For Round Eighteen of #ChoicesCreates by @hollyashton and hosted by @kittenmusicals. The prompt was: ‘We are made of all those who have built and broken us.’ 

A result of this week’s chapter that had my heart breaking to the point where I had to write something angsty to cope with the pain. A possible Part Two to Falling Like Stars. Written while listening to Please Don’t Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Aplin. (Rating: T)

As a young girl, she padded down the hall and into her parents’ room with her squeaky bunny slippers on. She’d tug on her mom’s and push the storybook onto her lap, practically begging for her to read one.

She had always been fascinated by fairytales, by the proposal of a so-called happily ever after that awaited at its end. She had always loved how anything and everything seemed possible, of how even the dreams that were hardest to grasp could come true.

Tales of princesses and dragons, knights and adventures, magic and spells were what her mom would read to her. It was the place where all the problems the little girl had vanished in the flick of a wrist. It was where the hero could fight the dragon and win. It was where she was sure to find a happy ending, even if it wasn’t her own.

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X reader Part 4

part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4


Lily’s POV

I got out of Sirius’ dorm room, still in search for an answer. I have all these questions flying around in my head. I mean everything was fine a week ago but now, things are falling apart. Y/N was so happy. I was relief that she was. I was worried about her. She seemed down for weeks and I didn’t know why. I wished she told me about it especially now when things are different from what it used to be.

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Normal Life

Originally posted by couplenotes

Request: Can I get a request where Dean and the reader get sent to an alternate world where they are married with maybe some smut? 

A/N: Hey guys! So I’m super excited to have gotten a request and to be able to make something so far, I got so excited that this one is a bit longer that my normal stuff! 

Warnings: Language, a bit of angst?, fluff. (I’m still trying to get better at smut tbh.)

Words: 2,134 (Holy cow)

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Shadow.

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I’ve always been different from others. I’ve seen things since i was about 7. i live in a small town in the middle of the USA, I’ve always hated the upstairs of the house i live in and i slept down stairs till i finally got the nerve to move into a extra room for privacy reasons when i was 11.I hated the closet and I didn’t really enjoy being in that room but i had to deal with it. my first nights in this room were uncomfortable. i was laying in bed and both nights i woke up at 2:56 a.m. The first night i didn’t think anything of it other than i noticed my bear was across the room and not in bed with me. So i got up and retrieved him and went to sleep. the second night I woke up to what i thought was my cat scratching my door wanting in but i looked at the door and the shadow was not that of an animal. i stayed awake the rest of the night. after that i just experienced little things and i met my best friend who I’m going to name her lila for security reasons. but lila and i had met at school and she was one of the few who knew of things that happened for she had her own experiences with it. i had just gotten a new laptop for my 12th birthday that year and it had a voice command thing on it.her and i were surfing the internet and we eventually grew hungry and bored so we asked to go to McDonald’s. I left my computer on thinking nothing would happen but when we returned we saw that in the search bar was the name Elizabeth Marrie saldia. We were both fearful for note the fact. everyone was gone and no one was home while we were gone. things grew slowly very weird after that. not only me but members in the household started hearing things and also saw things. My grandmother didn’t want to believe it as much until the day i was down in the car and lila and her were yelling up the stairs for me while seeing a similar figure at the top of the stairs. i didn’t know what was taking them so long until i decided to walk back up to the house and tell them to hurry up. when they heard my voice they turned and looked at me in shock and looked up the stairwell to tell me they saw someone upstairs. we immediately rushed up there to find the intruder but found nothing.

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It’s Quiet Uptown (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

It’s Quiet Uptown

Philip x Reader

Angst

Warnings: Angst, cursing, yelling, hearts breaking, a lot of italics, use of Hamilton song titles and lyrics at the end.

Words: 1,924

Modern day/Highschool

A/N: Hey dudes, I got it done late. Well, here you go. Featuring Philip’s little brothers and parents and Theodosia. Hope you enjoy!

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You waved to Philip Hamilton, the one and only, your best friend, your secret crush. He grinned before jogging over to you.

“Come on, I’ll drive you home.” You laughed, rolling your eyes.

“You always drive me home.”

“Come on, Y/N,” He smiled that flawless ‘Hi, I’m a gorgeous Hamilton’ smile. “You would rather walk? Without me?” You sighed, and got up, swinging your backpack onto your back. He lead the way to his car and you climbed inside, setting the backpack by your feet.

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White Rabbit - Fifteen

After lunch Alice was escorted back to the interview room and continued to tell the two Agents tales about her life at Wonderland. How life after she’d been ‘matched’ didn’t really change. She just continued to go about her day to day duties with Marnie, Becca and the other residents.

Ally revelled in the importance that being matched to Lewis gave her, the other residents always smiling at her, looking up to her. Lewis had told her that they all knew that she was the one who was going to lead their children through the fall of the world. Alice still didn’t get to go to the meetings that the other elders had though. She wouldn’t be allowed into them until she was nineteen. She didn’t know how Lewis and Marnie came to decide that someone could be matched at sixteen but not involved in important camp decisions until nineteen, but she accepted it as Gospel. Like she accepted everything else she was told.

The only difference between life before being matched and life after was that Lewis would come to her on certain nights, Marnie helping her strip her bedsheets and wash out the blood after the first time. “You’re a woman now,” she’d told her, stroking a lock of Alice’s hair back.

Lewis would come to her every full moon without fail and during these times, he wouldn’t use any protection. Any other time during the month he would, but not when it was a full moon.

“Our children, the leaders of the future world, were all conceived under full moons. Just like you were.”

He’d shown Alice a lunar chart, dating back years. If she calculated when her parents had probably conceived her, it had in fact pointed to a full moon, so she happily believed him and allowed him to have his way, even enjoying it. Her children, they were going to be important, they were going to be saviours.

“And you never once fell pregnant?” Agent Rossi raised his eyes to Alice in question.

“Is my sister still out there watching this?” she asked, glancing to the mirror.

“No. Agent Hotchner has had them escorted home. Your sister…. She got upset during lunch and we thought it best she return home,” Spencer told her.

Alice nodded. “Yes I fell pregnant. I fell pregnant three times and miscarried each time, a few months in.” Her eyes flickered between the two Agents and then back to the mirror on the wall, staring at her own reflection for a moment.

“I’m sorry to hear that Alice, that must have been very hard for you.” Rossi’s gentle tones filled the room.

“I’m not sorry. So please don’t be sorry on my behalf.”

Dave glanced at Spencer, a message passing between the two.

“Ally, we need to ask about the bodies. Why did these people end up dead and why were their bodies dumped.”

“Because we killed them.”

Alice’s statement hung in the air.

We.

Not they. We.

“Ally. Can you explain?”

..

Ally had turned nineteen a month ago, and was finally getting to sit in on her first meeting.  She sat nervously next between Rebecca and Marnie, watching Lewis address the room of adults. Not all of the camp were there. They didn’t all need to be there, Lewis had told her when he’d explained years ago how things went.

There was a group of fifteen to twenty people who made all of the decisions in camp, Lewis having the ultimate power to overrule which he said would eventually fall to her when the time was right.

Today they were discussing a fellow camper who went by the name of Thomas. Alice knew that wasn’t his actual name. She’d found out not long after she and Rebecca first came to Wonderland that many people checked their actual names at the door, choosing something different in order to escape their previous life.

“Do we have to change our names?” she’d asked Marnie at breakfast one morning, when they’d joined the rest of the camp in the big hall rather than eating in their own house. Lewis was at the other end of the table, speaking to the men who were in charge of general security at the camp, making sure the wall was maintained and walking the perimeter at night.

“Not when you have such a pretty name like Alice,” Charlie had told her, grinning widely before continuing. “Ultimately, it’s up to you. Some people change theirs because they don’t want to be associated with the life they had before they came here.”

“Charlie, how did people find out about this place?”

“Well I know that when it first started Lewis and Marnie had made contact with an already existing ‘family’ who lived down Utah. They found them through a newspaper I believe, and exchanged correspondence via letter before they decided to set up a new camp together. There were about twelve of them, Sarah, George and Matthew all came from that group. Once it was established they used their contacts to regroup other members, and then around ten years ago, a web page was set up giving details of how to contact us.”

“But how did they… Me and Becca were blindfolded? How did other people get here?”

“Ahhh, yes. Mom and Dad set up the site although we have to go into town to check it, we can’t get decent enough signal this far into woods. That’s one of the reasons we go into town so often, to use the computers at the library. Although we alternate who goes and which library in which town. We pick up any messages that have come through the site and bring the details of the people wanting to join us back to camp for the elders to discuss. Once Lewis and the others have decided if someone can join or not, then we tell them where to wait and when.” Charlie switched between referring to his parents as Mom and Dad and their given names. It confused Ally sometimes as she genuinely forgot that he and Eric were the leaders sons. It confused her even more after she and Lewis were matched. Was Charlie her step son? It seemed so odd.

“How many requests do you get?” Alice was intrigued as in the two months she’d been there she’d not seen any newcomers.

“Not many. But it’s only a few minutes out of each trip, and we have to come into town to get certain supplies and to do business anyway. Before you and Rebecca the last new people were seven months ago.”

“There’s a website?” Rossi’s’ eyes widened at this new information.

Alice nodded, “I don’t know the name and I never got to see it. I was allowed out of the compound eventually, but never back into town. Lewis told me I was too important to risk anything happening to me.”

Spencer and Dave both knew that Hotch would be outside telling Penelope to find this site and find it quickly. If anyone could do it, it was Penelope Garcia.

“Alice, tell us about Thomas,” Dr Reid coaxed her gently.

“Thomas isn’t recovering at all. I think he might be too far gone for us to help him.” Molly, one of the elders had taken the stand, speaking to the group of people that were assembled, Ally taking a place between Lewis and Marnie at her first meeting.

Molly had been a nurse in her previous life, and she and Oliver, an ex doctor, presided over the small building that had become the infirmary. The supplies they had at the compound were limited but they worked well with what they had. Ally had been in the infirmary multiple times, as had everyone on the compound. Once a month, everyone was required to visit to donate blood for storage, a procedure Ally hated. Because of her blood type, O negative, she was often asked to go in twice as she was only the second person on the camp to have that type, the other being Lewis. Since she’d turned seventeen, she’d found herself in there more often than she liked due to her miscarriages, although she was generally segregated from any other ill residents. Alice had found herself in the medical supply room accidentally one day, and although she’d been told that supplies were short she was surprised to see how many drugs and equipment they did actually have. But then again, she was finding herself surprised a lot the older she got.

Lewis looked between Oliver and Molly. “You’re saying Thomas is beyond our help.”

Oliver nodded, removing his glasses and cleaning them on his shirt.“We can’t do anymore for him here. And he’s draining our supplies.”

“We’ll see to it tomorrow. Alice can assist, it’s time she stepped up to her duties.”

Ally felt her partner’s hand squeeze her thigh and she looked around, seeing the other elders nodding at her. She was confused. What was she assisting with? She looked over to Rebecca who just shook her head at her. Being older and matched to Eric, Rebecca had been invited to a few of these meetings already. She refused to share any details with Alice though, claiming she wasn’t allowed to.

“Now, onto the next point, Sarah and Sam’s daughter has asked….”

The next evening Charlie came to the main house and collected her, interrupting her evening chores and telling her that it was time. He looked at her sadly as he led her down past the infirmary and through the gates to a locked garden that Alice had only been in once or twice before. It was where all the plants and herbs were grown, a lot of them were used in cooking and in the infirmary but some of the plants were grown for specific purposes, such as poppies. The poppies were a source of income for the camp for a reason it has taken Alice a while to realise. As such, the garden was kept locked to keep out the children.

Alice was still constantly amazed at how far the compound stretched and how the residents here had achieved so much building wise and still managed to remain hidden. It was due to mixture of good planning, well thought out ideas, and bribery that kept the majority of the area hidden from any walkers who did stumble by. She was astounded even further when Charlie led her into a hut which she didn’t even know existed, one of the pick up trucks they used for supply runs parked outside.

Lewis, Oliver, Eric and Rebecca were already there, gathered around a low bench where Thomas lay.

He’d been in the infirmary for four months, coming down with a sickness that he’d not been able to shake. Ally hadn’t seen Thomas in a while and was shocked by his gaunt and pale appearance. He was shaking on the bench and as she ran her eyes over him she was concerned to see that his wrists were bound together with rope.

“Why he is tied up?” She was confused, looking at Charlie and Lewis. Only Lewis met her gaze.

“To make it easier for you, my love. This is your first task as one of the elders of the group.”

Ally had thought they’d be taking Thomas into town, perhaps dropping him close to a hospital if not actually taking him to one. That’s what they did with the sick people right? The residents who went into the infirmary with an illness but didn’t come out. They took them to be taken care of?

At least… This is what she’d been told by Marnie when her friend Anna had been taken ill six months ago. Pneumonia, they’d told her, Anna’s parents not meeting Alice’s eyes when she came to enquire about how her friend was.

Oliver handed Lewis a covered platter, removing the cloth to reveal a small pistol, one of the many Alice had been trained how to handle by Bill, the expert marksman and ex marine. Everyone went through gun training when they came of age. It was important, they needed to be able to survive. Some could barely grasp the gun and point, others like Alice and Rebecca had had surprisingly good shots, impressing Bill with their attempts to mark the targets they’d trained with.

Lewis stepped forward and held out the platter to Alice and she realised what was happening here.

“No. No no no no no. That’s Thomas. You can’t, I can’t…. Why?”

“We’ve all had to do it Alice,” Lewis spoke carefully to her.

“I haven’t, not yet,” Becca piped up and Alice heard something odd in her voice. Something that sounded like resentment.

“Oh god… Why? Why can’t we take him to the hospital. Please….. Let me take him.” She didn’t know the way but she’d find it, she would.

“Alice you know why. If we take him to a hospital then there’s a chance he’ll tell people about us.”

“So… Let’s treat him. We have drugs, medication. I’ve seen them… ”

Lewis spoke again, “Alice, he’s a liability to us. He’s not going to get better, he has cancer.”

“People survive cancer all the time.”

“Not out here they don’t. And even if they did, we can’t risk him relapsing. We need healthy, strong people here. Healthy and strong people to produce the children of the future. Thomas won’t be able to do that. It’s the only way.”

Thomas hadn’t said a thing the whole time, his eyes were closed but Alice could see tears leaking from them.

“Alice, Thomas understands. So does Laura. They’ve said their goodbyes. They’ve come to terms with it.” Laura was his wife, they’d come to Wonderland together, four years before Alice and Rebecca had.

She looked around the room again, feeling herself starting to shake.

“Remember what I’ve told you. You’re a leader Alice. My leader, these people standing beside me, they accept that. You will lead them when I cannot and you will walk besides their children when the world falls. As a leader, you have to make decisions and doing this was one of the decisions the group has come to. We cannot have weaklings, we cannot have liabilities, we cannot have such a drain on our resources and we certainly cannot have someone who could be a risk, set free into the world. You will have to make these decisions too. Now take the weapon and show this man mercy from his suffering. It is for the good of everyone, Thomas included.”

“No.”

She turned and ran from the hut, not making it to the gate before she heard the sound of a single gun shot.

Fragmented - Optional Bias Fluff/Angst Scenario (Soulmate!AU)

wow two scenarios in one week, that’s like extraordinary for me, anyways, this has been sitting in my docs for like a month, i just never finished it, but now i have so, hope you enjoy

prompt: he purposely breaks his soulmate clock so he can be with someone he fell in love with that isn’t his soulmate.


“Can you stop staring at me?” You request, eyes not leaving the thick book sitting on your lap.

You can see him blink from the opposite side of the couch, cheeks tinting red as he leans back in his chair.

“I wasn’t staring,” He mumbles in his jacket, cool persona almost slipping away.

“Yes, you were, I saw you.”

He just groans in response, pulling his phone out and opting to ignore your playful gaze.

“Hey,” You call from your side of the couch.

He glances at you for a second before turning back to his phone, but you can see the right side of his mouth turn up.

“Let me see your clock.”

“I thought I told you to leave it alone.”
“I’m just so anxious, I want to know…” You whine.

He thrusts his wrist in your face and you grab it, pulling his cardigan sleeve up to look at the ticking clock imprinted on his veins.

“You have 20 minutes! Oh my god,”

You never knew how soon it would come. You had known for so long that eventually you would both find your soulmates, but you didn’t think it would happen so soon.

Your soulmate wouldn’t be met by you for another 8 months, but his, one of your best friend’s, was to only meet his in 20 minutes.

The idea of chosen soulmates always worked on his nerves, he never liked to bring it up and he never liked to talk about it.

“Don’t we have to pick up our dim sum order in a few minutes? Oh my god, you’re gonna meet her there.”

He rolls his eyes, softly yanking his hand away from your clutch and going back to his phone.

“Why are you so moody now? You’re about to meet the love of your life.” You couldn’t hide the crack in your voice at this, so you coughed.

“I don’t care to meet her, that’s why.”

“Oh, you’re so….” You couldn’t find a word so you just groaned.

“Let’s just go pick up the food, I’m hungry.” He stands from his spot on the couch.

“Ok, let’s go.”

You were more anxious than he was as you both walked out the door, but you knew why you were so jittery.

And it wasn’t from excitement.


You both had walked into the store minutes ago, and you looked around at all the women in the restaurant trying to figure out who it was.

“Would you quit?” He chuckled behind you. “It’s my soul mate, not yours.”

“I know, but I’m still…curious.”

“Mhm.” He muttered, hand on the small of your back as he pushed you forward towards the counter.

Nobody stood at the cashier until a few minutes after you both had been standing there awkwardly.

She was young, around your age, short, had long black hair, big eyes and red cheeks.

You knew as soon as she looked behind you that it was her.

Of course, it was her.

Of course, the insanely pretty cashier at the Chinese restaurant downtown was the soulmate of your best friend.

You looked to him, spirit deflating as you watched him struggling to get his words out, and avoiding eye contact with the girl in front of you.

He clears his throat and you turn to look at the girl, her eyes flicker to his hand still on your back but she quickly looks away, focusing on him once again.

You’re surprised to hear a deep mutter near your ear and it takes you a moment to realize he’s speaking to you.

“Huh?” You look back at him.

“I’m going to the bathroom, you can just take the order and head to the car.”

You nod, turning back to the pretty cashier.

“Uhm, I have a take out order…”

She zones back in on you, visibly not paying full attention as she watches him retreat into the men’s bathroom.

She doesn’t answer you, turning behind her to pick up the three large take out bags behind her before handing them to you lazily.

You tell her that he’s paying and she nods before turning away.

You decide to just do as he says and walk to the car, pouting as you buckled yourself in and waited for him to leave.

How long did it take to get one girl’s number?

You sigh as you lean against the window.

He appears minutes later, grimacing as he opens his door and quickly works to start the car.

“So how’d it go?” You mutter from your side of the seat.

“Huh?” You knew he heard you.

You decided to leave it alone, since you could tell he wasn’t in the mood.

“Do you want to go back to my house or yours?”

“Mine. I need to feed Monggu.” You answer.

He nodded, leaning back in his seat as he turned towards your condo.


“I know you really aren’t in the mood, but what happened?” You whine.

You were chewing on a beef dumpling, swinging in the stool that was near your breakfast bar.

“Nothing happened, I paid her and left.”
“No, you were gone for like 10 minutes.”

“I don’t think I have to discuss what I do in the bathroom with you.”

“You would never do anything like that in a public restroom, I know you.”

He stays quiet, scratching your dog behind his ears and pretending to watch the TV.

“Lemme see your clock.”

“What? Why?”

You stood up, reaching out for his arm.
You knew something was up when he put his arm behind his back, leaning onto it to ensure you wouldn’t get to it.

“Why are you being so defensive?”

“I’m not, I just don’t think it matters.”

“If it doesn’t matter let me see.”
He slowly moves his wrist towards you, wincing as you pull his sleeve up.

“Why’s there bruises where your clock’s supposed to be?”

You looked closer, seeing dull zero’s zoning in and out.

“What…did you do?”

He pulled his arm back, pulling his sleeve down and going back to his lunch.

“Nothing.”

“What did you do to your clock?” You spoke more forcefully.

“I broke it.”

You both stare at each other in absolute silence after that. His eyes are filled with boredom and you can tell yours are filled with confusion.

“Why would you do that? She was basically perfect for you. She’s been your perfect match since you were born.”

“She was dull, nothing I hadn’t seen before, I went to school with girls that looked like her.”

“But she probably had a really good personality, or-”

“Leave it alone, I didn’t want her.”

“So, are you just gonna be alone for the rest of your life, is that your plan?”

He doesn’t answer, instead he tugs on your arm, letting you stand between his legs.

He pulls on your left arm, hands clasping around your fingers as he flashes your clock in both of your faces.

“8 months, huh?”

“Yeah…”

“Aren’t you going back to America in 7 months?”

“Yeah.”

“So, you think he’ll be there?”
“I know he’ll be there.”

He stays silent for a few minutes, squinting at the seconds ticking by on your wrist.

“Break yours.”

You almost choked.

“What?”

“Break your clock.”

“B-but it’s my clock, I can’t just break it…”
“Why not?”

“It’s my soulmate… even if I did break my clock, what will I do then? I’ll be alone for the rest of my life and I don’t know what will happen to him…”

“You’re overthinking it.”
“No, no I’m not.”

“You’ll be with me.”

You could tell your cheeks had instantly flushed, so you scrunched your face up.

“I can’t just be with my best friend for the rest of my life, I’ve never even had a boyfriend before, it’s different for you, you’ve dated a bunch of girls.”

“Fine,” He lets go of your arm and turns back to the table. “You don’t have to get worked up about it, was just a suggestion.”

But you could tell it wasn’t and the silence that filled the air after the small discussion made you feel even worse than before.


Two months, 14 minutes, 26 seconds, 25, 24, 23, 22, 21…

It had been six months since he had broken his clock, and there seemed to be no bad effects (aside from the obvious bruising that occurs to get the clock to stop).

He had gone back to normal, but you’d often see him turning into the person you were months ago, a person obsessed with soul mates.

You’d catch him staring down at your timer many times, sometimes he hid his gaze, other times he didn’t.

You were to leave for America in a month, so you guessed you would meet him a month after you settled in.

It was hard to believe that you would be leaving Korea, especially since you had went to school here, but you guessed it just had to happen eventually.

After you graduating your parents went back to America, but you stayed to go to Yonsei (Your friends being a major reason for your stay).

But recently your mother expressed how much she missed you, so you thought it would be time to transfer, even though you were only in your second year.

“What you thinking about?”

You blinked, shaking your head lightly as you focused back on the boy sitting in front of you.

“Nothing, just overthinking.” You bring your cherry blossom latte back up to your lips to shut yourself up.

“Nothing new.”

You playfully kick him under the table and he kicks back, smiling at you before turning to his pastry.

“You ever wondered if there’s more about soul mates? Like more than what we’re told?” You squint at him as you ask.

The smile on his face fades and he turns serious, “Not really, why?”
“I don’t know, I just feel like this whole thing is a lot more complicated than what we’re told.”

“Possibly.”

“Like, with you,” He looks you in the eyes and you can tell you have his full attention, “What happens when you break your clock? What happens to the other soul mate? Why is a clock even able to be broken?”

“You’ve really been beating yourself up inside there, huh?” He taps your temple softly.

“I guess, I’m just curious.”

“We have an ancient library downtown, my great uncle actually works in there, maybe they got something on it.”

Of course, why didn’t you think of that?

“You’re genius,” You pull your jacket over your shoulders and stand, grabbing the drink and moving to head out the door.

“Wait, you’re just gonna leave me?”
“I wanna find some things that I’d rather keep to myself, I’ll see you later, ok?”

You don’t wait for him to answer, instead you begin your run in the rain to the old library at the end of the city.


You had found his great uncle within a few minutes of entering the ancient library, he was slouched over his desk, glasses falling off his face with small snores exiting his lips.

He heard you come in because of your panting, causing him to sit up straight and flash a smile at you.

“How can I help you?”

“Hi,” You bow, out of breath, and you can hear a giggle escape from him, “I’m here to see books on a specific topic.”
“What might that be?”
“Erotology and the study of romantic love.” You decided to whisper the last part to him, “And specifically the soul mate concept.”

He stands from his stool, stretching his back out before walking around his desk, “Now that I can help you with, very much.”
You smile as you follow him through the maze of the dusty, dark library, reading book titles as you walk along.

There was everything from books on old Japanese myths to books on mythical creatures around the world.

You would definitely come here in your free time to check some other books out.

After you finished this.

He showed the section that focused specifically on the soul mate concept of humans, hidden in the darkest corner of the whole library.

“Here is everything you need to know, if you need me to stay open a little later, just tell me.”

You thank him before he walks back to his lonely desk.

Finally, you turn to the books on the five shelfed shelf.

“Ok, let’s start…” You mumble to yourself.


You had been ten books in, finding more about soul mates than you knew but not quite what you wanted yet.

Until you opened one of the oldest books on the shelves, it was covered with dust, but still had clean bright brown pages.

Chapters were labeled with some of the most interesting topics, all involving soul mates.

You decided to move first to what you really wanted to know; what happens if a person breaks their clock?

If a person dares to break their timekeeper, the watch of the other person’s will reset, as they will now and forever be on without their true soul mate.

So that was what happened to the girl at the Chinese restaurant.

Her watch just went back to a number that probably has no significance.

Or even a number that would be outrageous like 500 years.

She’s probably going through the worst right now.

You decided to ignore the awful feeling in your gut.

He didn’t want her, it’s over with.

Why is a clock able to be broken?

The breaking of one’s timekeeper is something almost unheard of, but not never done. Often to show immense devotion to someone they love, a person may break their timekeeper for a person who is not their soulmate.

But who’s to say the person one breaks it for is not their soulmate? For if someone loved you so much that they would travel into the unknown for you, wouldn’t that be true love?

The book was right.


“Did you find whatever it is you were looking for?” He asks.

You had come home late, shocked to find him laying lazily on your couch, apparently waiting for your arrival.

“Yes, I found more than what I was looking for.”

He stays quiet, assuming you don’t want to share your newly found information from him.

You sit beside him, awkwardly leaning into the couch before turning towards him.

“Do you love me?” You ask.

“Of course I do, a lot.”

“I know you love me, but I mean… are you in love with me?”
The room is quiet for what feels like an hour (which you know is only a few minutes) and you both refuse to look at each other.

Though you glance at him, only to find him staring at the same place where his clock used to be.

A place that was now just a blank wrist.

“Why do you ask?”
“I want to know.”

He chuckles, but you can tell it’s out of nervousness.

His cheeks are going pink and he can’t focus on you.

“I would guess that’s a yes.” You could tell, as you’d never been able to make him so flustered.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because I know how important finding your soulmate is to you.” He finally looks at you. “I know how important falling in love with the person who was perfect for you since birth is to you. I’m just messing with your head.”

You stay silent.

“You don’t have to be in love with me, as I know you aren’t, you should go and find him, send me pictures of you guys’ vacations and pictures of your dogs, or whatever, let me meet him, at least once, and just don’t forget about me.”

“Why do you sound like you’re breaking up with me?”

“We can’t be as close as we were anymore, I ruined that when I decided to break my clock for you.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

“Yes, it does,” He stands. “I can’t be friends with you anymore like how I used to be.”

With this he loops around you, rushing to open the door and leaving just as quick, a soft thud going with him.


You had sat days on edge, mostly because he wouldn’t text you, also because the day that you would be leaving for America was slowly approaching.

You had tried visiting him at his dorm, but he often didn’t answer, or would just say that he was busy from the other end (this happened twice, since then you’ve just stopped trying).

You didn’t really realize how much you needed him around until he disappeared and it was taking the biggest toll on you.

You just couldn’t think straight.

Fourteen days before your big move to another continent, and you hadn’t even packed a single sock.

Did you really even want to leave at this point?

It would make the most sense, he was the biggest reason why you were staying and now he was ignoring you, so it’d be fit to just leave.

But you couldn’t just leave him.

You wanted to know he was okay, and you became so worried that you began to wish he had just gotten with his soulmate, because at least then you knew you’d be leaving him in good hands.

You had had enough, you decided to go to his apartment one last time.

Standing in front of the door you knocked forcefully, calling that you knew he was home.

“If you don’t open this door this time, I’m opening it myself.”

Almost instantly you hear the click of the lock, your eyes widen as the door creaks open, revealing the person you’d been missing for weeks.

“Finally,”

You push the door open, clutching onto his torso as soon as you get into the room.

He huffs, awkwardly shutting the door whilst you hold him.

“I missed you so much.”
He stays silent, eventually wrapping his arms around you, rubbing the sides of your arms.

You pull away, looking up at him and choosing not to comment on his dark circles and disheveled hair.

“I know you think ignoring me is best, but you can’t tell me you aren’t as miserable as I am?’

“I’m probably a hundred times worse.” He smiles weakly at you, “Don’t you leave next week?”

“I don’t wanna talk about that.” You reach for him again and this time he leans in as well.

You both just stand there for a few minutes, before he opens his mouth.

“How’s the move been?”

“I haven’t packed yet.”
What?

“I don’t know if I even want to go.”

“You’ve already told the school and your parents, you can’t have second thoughts now.”

“Yes, I can, because it’s my decision.”

He sighs and you can tell he’s rolling his eyes.

“So what’s making you question your decision?”

“You.”

He pulls away, looking you in the eyes, something he only does when he’s teasing you or being playful.

But this time he was 100% serious.

“What do I have to do with this?”

“I don’t know if I want to leave you.” You mumble.

“Don’t pity me, if you wanna go then go, I’ll be ok.”

“Yeah, but will I be?” You ask. “It’s been terrible not even texting you for the last few weeks, I can’t imagine only being able to text you for the rest of my life with limited visits.”

“We’ll make it work if it’s stressing you out so much, I can visit you as much as you want.”

“No! That’s not what I want!”

His face scrunches in confusion at your sudden brattyness.

You take your jacket off rapidly, pulling up the sleeve of your left arm and putting your wrist into his hand.

“Break it.”

“What?”

“Break my clock.”

He looks at you, face turning that same pink it does whenever you leave him flustered, but this time you don’t mind.

“I think you’re just frustrated, don’t make such brash decisions.” He pushes your arm away.

“I’m telling you what I feel at this moment.”
“That’s the problem.”

“You always say I over think things, I’m not overthinking this.”
“You’re only doing this because you feel bad!” He shouts. “You feel guilty about having to leave me all hopeless by myself, you don’t want this, I know you and I know you don’t want to do this.”
“You don’t seem to know me that well if you can’t tell I’m very serious.”

“You pity me, that’s why you’re doing this.” He tries to convince you again.

“Or I’m doing it because I’m in love with you.” You sigh. “And what soulmate could be better for me than the one who broke his clock for me.”

He stays silent, probably shocked at your confession, so you use his silence to slip your wrist back into his large hand.

“Break my clock.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, it’s too painful.”

“Then we’ll find a way.” You respond.

“I also don’t want you to ruin your future for me, you will leave the clock alone and you’ll go back home next week.”
“I’m not ruining anything, if I break my clock I’ll be able to live freely, with you, and that’s all I want.”

“Your parents-”

“Will understand and I’ll visit them this summer.”

“…I still don’t think this is a good id-”

You take this opportunity to take him by his chin and press your lips to his.

He shuts up instantly, eyes closing as his left arm finds it’s way to support your back as he deepens the peck.

You pull away before pecking him once more and you almost laugh at the fact that when you pull away he follows you with his head, attempting to kiss you again.

“You don’t seem to not like this idea as much as you claim.”
“Of course I love the idea of you being mine, but I’m wondering if it’s too selfish of me.”

“So that’s why you’re so uptight?”

“No, I’m uptight because I care about you.”

“I see.” You chuckle.

You opt to moving further into his kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

“You gotta have something that will break this thing.”

“No!” His shouting startles you, and you throw him a puzzled look. “I think you should take use of that library and find a safe way to destroy it, you could seriously hurt yourself.”

“Fine, come over my house later tonight.” You say.

He nods unsure, watching you carefully as you exit the apartment.


“You want to what?”

“I want to break my clock.” You show the ticking timekeeper to the old man in front of you.

He stares in disbelief.

“Why?” He tilts his head to the side in a cute grandpa manner.

“I don’t want this soul mate, I want somebody else.”

“My great nephew?”

“How do you-”

“I know more about you than you think I do.” He smiles at you, “And he came in here looking for you yesterday.”

You sigh, resting your head on his desk, “Do you think it’s even a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”
“He doesn’t think it’s a good idea, he says I should just go find my soul mate and be happy.”

“He’s just trying to be nice, he’s normally a real selfish boy.” He rolls his eyes.

You laugh.

“But I think if you really love him than you should do it, I know he really loves you.” He says.

“I want to do it before I think about it too much.”
“Very wise, love isn’t something you should overthink.”

He was right.

“How do I break it?”

He looks around the library, not finding anyone in direct eyesight he turns around to a door behind him and motions for you to follow.

You both go past a bunch of unrelated things, trinkets that he’s probably kept for decades before you get to a desk in the very back.

He goes to a shelf, pulling a utility box from it and opening it carefully.

“I took a soulmates class in university, and one of the things I did learn was how to break a timekeeper.”

You stay silent as he pulls a needle out and a few funny looking tools before he finally takes your wrist in his hand.

He advises you to look away if you’re easily disturbed so you do, wincing as you feel the needle being inserted, but nothing is painful, so you relax.

Within seconds he puts his tools up and tells you he is done.

You look down and see the same thing you saw before, the clock’s numbers are flashing, zoning in and out.

“It’ll clear up by tomorrow morning.” He tells you.

“Thank you so much, uncle.” You wrap your arms around him and he laughs, hugging you back.

You leave quickly.


He was in your apartment when you got home and he looked up at you, nervously smiling.

He had been on edge all day, but you didn’t know that.

“So?” He asks.

You show him, “He did it the right way, painless.”
“You were actually serious?” He coughs in disbelief, hands clutching your wrist before one of his thumbs begins to rub on the fading numbers.

“You thought I was lying?”
“I thought you were on an adrenaline rush and were just mad that we hadn’t been talking.”

“Even if I was, would that be wrong?”
He doesn’t respond, eyes still on the numbers.

“It’s real, you can stop looking at the numbers like that.” You laugh.

He looks up at you, eyes smiling with his mouth.

“So this means we are soul mates?” He asks.

“According to the book, when my numbers are officially gone, we are soul mates.” You nod.

He tugs on the arm he’s holding and you straddle his lap, both of you are smiling in an almost maniacal way.

His large hands move towards your kinky hair, pushing some curls behind both of your ears before pulling your face towards his.

He kisses you once, eyes closed and when he pulls away he lets out a laugh.

A really happy one.

You kiss him again and he continues to smile too wide to reciprocate them, giggling as you press more pecks to his lips and nose.

You don’t think you’d ever been happier in your life.

And from that day you could tell it would always be like this.


that was really cute, and was actually my first au writing, so that’s something different, but anyways i had fun writing this! hope you had fun reading it,

thanks for reading~

anonymous asked:

1, 3, or 5 for the angst prompts with Jamilton?

WhY nOt aLL ThReE

“I love you, please don’t go.”
“Please don’t walk out of that door.”
“Don’t you love me?

(loosely inspired by @jamsandhams secret agent au but shhh don’t tell them I said that)


“Please don’t walk out of that door. Please, Alex….” Thomas begged, his eyes filling with the familiar sting of tears beginning to form like small diamonds cutting his eyes until they became red where there should have been milky white surrounding the irises.

“We both knew that it would happen eventually, Jefferson,” Alexander replied coldly, standing in the doorway and refusing to turn his head and look at the sobbing mess that had once been Thomas Jefferson. Thomas Jefferson, the man who could fill an entire room with the circles he talked you in… it was strange, seeing him so disassembled, just because Alexander was going to leave him.

“…So it’s ‘Jefferson’, now?” Thomas asked, holding back another broken sob. “You won’t even call me by my name? Don’t you love me?”

Alexander bit his lip harshly enough for his mouth to fill with the metallic taste of blood, as he was unable to answer with words that would be true. “That doesn’t matter anymore, Jefferson. Even if I did… That’s not how I feel now. I could never love someone who wanted so desperately to believe a lie that he convinced himself that the man he loved could love him back. Especially if that man hated him with a passion.”

“I…what?” Thomas asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to comprehend what Alexander told him.

“I never…I never felt the way about you that you do about me. You were so stupid. You couldn’t realize it was all a game until I’d already won,” Alexander lied. He felt his heart sink further and further down with each word he spoke, but knew it was for the best. It wouldn’t hurt Thomas as much as the truth… “I don’t love you. I don’t even care about you. Except when you give me what I wanted since the beginning.”

Thomas stared up at Alexander with wide eyes, holding back a gasp in shock. “The disc… I showed it to you, because I trusted you, because I loved you-”

“And you loved the wrong person,” Alexander cut him off, clutching the handle of his bag so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “You fell in love with a double-crossing agent who only got with you to sabotage the whole operation.”

“I don’t care!” Thomas shouted, tears falling from his eyes and trailing down his cheeks. “You stayed. For far longer than you needed to. Because deep down, you care about me… You love me, just as much as I love you. I love you. I love you, please don’t leave.”

“Why the fuck do you think I actually love someone as stupidly gullible as you?” Alexander asked, his voice cold and sharp in retaliation.

“…The necklace. The necklace you’re wearing. It has a ring on it. An engagement ring. The one I was going to give you on our anniversary, but you obviously already found.”

Alexander felt the cold metal pressing against his chest beneath his shirt, almost burning into his soul. “Jefferson…” He whispered, holding back tears of his own and thankful that the man behind him wouldn’t be able to see. “Every good agent needs some damn evidence. Idiot.”

Choiceless - Tommy Mancuso x Reader

MASTERLIST

Request: ‘‘Can you do a Tommy Mancuso x Reader where the reader is involved in a dare somehow??? Sorry I can’t summarise stuff well (or spell well)‘’

Pairing : Tommy Mancuso x Reader

Fandom : Nerve

Warnings : swearing, grammar mistakes (sorry omg)

A/N: I got carried away with this one and when I was about to write the last line, I realised that the story wasn’t exactly what was requested…I’m sorry, hope you’ll like it anyway :( (even if it’s actually crap yikes) ♥ (I might write another story based on this request)

  • Y/F/N = Your friend’s name | Y/U = Your username


“Hey, Y/N, are you playing Nerve yet?” your friend said, as she ran towards you.

“Oh my god, Y/F/N, I already told you i’m not interested in this game.”

“Blah-Blah-Blah…jeez girl, you’re really not funny. Everyone’s having fun !”

“Good for you, but it won’t change my mind.” you said as you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever…Still up for tonight’s sleepover ?‘’ she said with a wide smile.

’'Yup.”

“Awesome ! See you tonight then !” she said as she walked away, joining another group of friends.

You started to walk towards your house, putting on your earphones and scrolling through your playlists to find the perfect music for your 20 minutes walk. You loved to go for longs walks because it was one of the only moments where you could be alone, in your own world.

Once you were home, you took your phone and dialed Tommy’s number. Tommy and you were best friends since third grade and you couldn’t do anything without each other.

You sighed when he didn’t answered, and tried to call him once more.

“Hey Y/N !”

“Pleaaase tell me you weren’t playing Nerve !”

“Uh, nope, just taking a shower…” he laughed.

“Ow, sorry. Y/F/N is getting on my nerves because of this game and I just can’t take it out of my head, y'know.”

“She’s getting on your 'Nerve’ uh?”

“Ha ha, you’re very funny Mancuso!”

“Of course I am !” he said, and you both laughed.

“Seriously, I feel like we’re the only two humans on earth who still have a life, and also the only ones who really know the darker side of this stupid game.”

“That’s the new world, Y/N!”

You spent the rest of the day talking with Tommy and listening to music, and you almost forgot your sleepover with your friend.

“Shit”. You got off your bed then grabbed your phone to check the time. It was already quite late, so you ran downstairs to get ready.



Y/F/N and you were sitting on her bed, scrolling through your phones.

“Give me your phone, and your thumb.” she said, out of nowhere.

“What ? Why ? What do you want to do ?’

’'No matter ! Just give it here.” you furrowed your eyebrows as you extended your arm for her to take your phone, and your thumb by the way. You knew she had something in mind, but you had no idea what it could be. A few seconds later, she put your thumb on your phone, and your eyes widened.

“Welcome to Nerve, Y/N.” she smirked.

“Wh-What the fuck, Y/F/N ?!”

“Oh my god Y/N chill, it’s only a game !” her eyes widened and she let out a laugh.

“THIS IS NOT 'ONLY A GAME’ Y/F/N!” you shout, and you could feel your eyes filling up with tears. '’Thanks for the sleepover.“ you harshly said while you got off the bed and slammed her door shut, immediatly texting Tommy after that.

To : Tommy

From : Y/N

Are you awake ?

To: Y/N

From : Tommy

Always. Is everything okay ?

To : Tommy

From : Y/N

No. Please, call me.

Your phone rang a few seconds after you send the message. A definite tone of concern sounded in his voice as he answered.

’'Hey Y/N, what’s wrong ?”

“Tommy, i’m screwed.” you choked, between sobs.

“Oh my god Y/N, what happened? Where are you?! Please don’t cry, just tell me where you are, I’ll be there.”

“Y/F/N’s house…” you wiped your tears and felt your phone vibrating, it was a notification from the game. You already had your first dare. “Please, Tommy, be quick.”

“I’m already on my way, stay where you are, i’ll be there in 5. Please stop crying, I’m coming.”

You nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “Fine…” Then, he hung up, after telling you again to wait for him.

You wainted anxiously until you finally saw his car. When he got out, you immediatly ran into his arms and cried on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here, tell me what’s wrong.” he said, stroking you hair gently.

“Tommy…She entered my ID in Nerve.”

“What ?!” he said, and you nod.

“I…I already have my first dare.” you pulled away and he wiped your tears.

“Shit…”

“And I’m fucking scared to know what it is. I can’t do it.”

“Give me your phone.” he said, and you handed him your phone with shaky hands.

His eyes widened as he read the words across the screen, which made your heart beat even faster.

“Fuck.”

“Tom, what is it…?”

He didn’t respond but clenched his jaw.

“Let me talk to Y/F/N.”

“Wait, please, tell me !”

He walked fast past you then knocked loudly on the door with your phone in his hand, ready to threw it to the first person who would open the door, otherly said, Y/F/N.

When she opened the door, you could see she was holding back tears, but at the moment, you couldn’t care less.

“What the hell is this?!” Tommy shouted and you felt more and more nervous every second. You’d never seen him like that before. “What the fuck is wrong with you Y/F/N ?! What were you thinking ?!”

Y/F/N put her hand over her mouth after looking at the screen, clearly not aware of the long term consequences and the risks associated with this game.

“Oh my god…Y/N, I’m-I’m so sorry.”

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is this dare?!”

Tommy turned around, and hesitantly, he handed you your phone. You gripped it and noticed how sweaty your hands were.

Your knees felt weak when you laid your eyes across the screen.

“Y/U: YOUR DARE IS: LAY UNDER A MOVING TRAIN.”

“I can’t…I can’t do this…” you could hadly breathe and you felt like you were about to pass out.

“Y/N, you won’t! There’s no fucking way I’m letting you do this!”

“But she doesn’t have a choice, Tommy!” Y/F/N immediatly said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I hate you!” you shook your head and slapped her in the face.

She moved her hand to her burning cheek and took two steps back.

“Y/N, I don’t care what the game says, you won’t do it. Just….Just turn off your phone, and we’ll go to the police. They have to do something about it, I don’t care if everyone wants to keep this game as private as possible.” Tommy said, and you nod.

But then, your phone vibrated again, and the three of you knew exactly what that meant.

“Y/U : YOU HAVE 20 MINUTES LEFT”

You closed your eyes and breathed very deeply, trying to calm down.

“Tom…Please. Drive me there. As Y/F/N said, I don’t have a choice, and you know it. We both know what happens when you don’t complete your dare.”

You were scared, and you could feel your heart beat on your chest, but you knew you had no choice. Tommy argued, saying that he would never let you get hurt because of a game, and that he would do it instead of you, but eventually, he gave up. You had 15 minutes left and you couln’t waste your time by arguing, so Tommy drove you to the nearest train station.



“I can’t let you do that, Y/N !” Tommy shouted, and you could see he was tearing up. You stayed silent for a moment, then grabbed his hands.

“I’ll be fine. Please…don’t look at me. Just…Just turn away, okay ?.” you kissed his cheek then ran to the rail track, as you heard the next train coming. You took a deep breath, layed down and made yourself as flat and as close as possible to the ground, hoping this wouldn’t be your last day.

That’s when you felt your heart explode, and you closed your eyes shut.

You were now right under the moving train, and you could still barely hear Y/F/N’s screams.

The next few seconds felt like hours, until you could finally open your eyes. The first thing you saw was Y/F/N, who was kneeling on the ground, sobbing hysterically. You couldn’t move, your body refused to get back up. You closed your eyes, but you felt someone pick you up and carry you out of the rails. It was Tommy.

“Y/N…Y/N, it’s over…You’re fine. You did it.” he said, trying to control the panic in his voice. He held your body in his arms and lightly caressed your cheek.

You were still in shock, but you found enough strenght to get up slowly and hug him with all your heart. You were crying silently and tried to process what just happened to you.

“I will never let something like that ever happen again, Y/N, I promise.’' 

This is angsty af but hopefully cuter by the end! Enjoy!

Also have requests about Feysand getting drunk and having a fight if you would like)

***

Feyre hadn’t felt this powerless since she was a human, broken and dying in front of Amarantha.

At the time, she never could’ve predicted that there would be a more dangerous threat than the red-headed fae who tortured and maimed for fun. But there was. The king of Hybern was unpredictable and lethal at best, let alone what he was like at his worst.

Feyre now knew that she had underestimated him, underestimated his influence over the Spring Court.

“Do you really love him?” Lucien’s voice cut through the silence and darkness. Feyre could barely see him, even with her heightened fae senses, but she knew that he was also chained in the green adamant that severed her from her magic.

“Are you talking about Rhys or Tamlin?”

He scoffed in reply and the tension in him was palpable from where Feyre was chained to the floor in the opposite corner of the room.

“I meant Tamlin, but I guess answering about one answers for another,” Lucien gritted through his teeth.

Feyre could hear in his voice that he was trying not to cry, was trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to wreck his body.

“I loved Tamlin so much that I was willing to destroy myself for him, before and after being Made. But we broke Lucien. Our relationship was as splintered as my human body was and after I healed… he wasn’t what I wanted or needed anymore, and I couldn’t be that for him either. I don’t think anyone in the Spring Court ever truly realised how locking me in this house would impact on me. I already felt like I was trapped in a cage, and when the moment came that I actually was? Thank the mother that Rhys saved me, Lucien. Because I have no doubt that I would have obliterated myself and everything in my path to get out again.” Feyre paused, considering how to put her next words. “I’m… I’m sorry that he died, Lucien.”

At that, at the reminder of his High Lord and best friend’s death, Lucien could no longer hold in his sobs.

Everyone thought he was so horrible,” Lucien managed to say, “but he was trying Feyre and I swear to you the man he was before we went Under the Mountain didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be flayed like an animal. Did you know he always gave me the choice about whether I went to the Autumn Court or not? Even though I was his emissary, I was never forced. You told me once how noble it was of Rhysand to let his cousin murder her family if she pleased because of what they did to her, but sometimes the brave thing is letting them live. If all my brothers died I would be heir to the Autumn Court, and both Tam and I knew that if I was I would be stuck there forever. He changed after the curse, but he was still my friend. And he changed again after being Under the Mountain, but he was still my friend.”

“Please stop crying,” Feyre begged. Lucien’s confessions only made her cry herself, cry because of the pain her friend felt, and because of the man who would never have a chance to redeem himself.

“I’m sorry for what he did to you, Feyre. I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t help you and I’m sorry I let him make that cauldron damned deal with that monster. I’m sorry that you found something to live for and we took you from it.”

Feyre wrapped her arms around herself, as if that could protect her from the reality of the situation that they were in.

“I forgive you, Lucien. No matter what we’ve been through, you are my friend, and after all this is over you will have a place in my Court.” Feyre said with as much conviction as she could muster.

Lucien grunted in response.

They both knew that it was unlikely they would ever see the light of another day.

_____

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!” The High Lord of the Night Court screeched.

He stood in front of the members of his inner circle, two of which had been in the Spring Court when the king of Hybern branded Feyre and Lucien traitors and sentenced them to execution, but not before torturing and killing Tamlin to show that he was by no means bluffing.

“Something must have happened- she must have slipped up somehow. We knew that this was going to happen eventually, Rhys, now we just need to plan how to save her. We have the time and we the have resources.” Cassian said using the same voice he used to command Rhys’s armies. It was authoritative, commanding, and had led Rhys to victory countless times. Now was different though, Rhys couldn’t think straight.

His talons had fully extended on both his hands and feet, and he knew that his skin was changing to the purplish black of his other form.

Rhys knew that if he looked in the mirror he wouldn’t have whites in his eyes, or a pupil. He would just have the strange purple of his iris.

“Do you know where she’s being kept, Azriel?” Rhys asked.

The use of his full name was a blow that Az wasn’t expecting.

He and Mor had been at the Spring Court when Feyre had been dragged away kicking and screaming, but there was nothing they could do. Mor had them glamoured, and any reaction besides nonchalance would have garnered attention that would have put both them and Feyre in jeopardy. They were there on specific orders: do not draw attention to yourselves, do not speak to anyone unless necessary and do not approach Feyre. This was an unusual task for the soul reason that usually Az could’ve gotten the information he needed from his spies.

They should have known that something would go seriously wrong when all of Azriel’s spies turned up dead.

“Yes, Rhys. She and Lucien are being kept in the dungeons below the mansion. We’ve already established the rotation of the guard and that the king has left and won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, when we presume he will execute them.”

“Then we don’t waste any time. Cassian,” Rhys turned to his still healing General, “make a plan, we’ll enact it in an hour. Don’t waste time, use as many resources as you need- armies, spies, I don’t care. Just find me a way to bring her home.”

“Of course, Rhys.” It was clear that Cassian, along with everyone else, was devastated about Feyre’s fate, and would do anything to save her.

Rhys turned to leave- he needed to find a way to control his shifting, but was interrupted by his Second.

“We have another thing to think about.” Amren’s eyebrows were raised in question. “What are we to do about Lucien? Rescuing just Feyre would make the mission easier, but you need to consider the repercussions of his death.”

Rhys groaned in frustration. He hadn’t thought of Lucien, hadn’t even considered saving him, but Amren was right.

Saving Feyre would make this monumentally easier, but if Lucien died…

Feyre would never forgive herself, and not only that but Rhys had to think of Elain as well. Lucien was undoubtedly her mate, and even though they had met only once, his death would ruin her.

“Save him,” Rhys ordered, “but if it comes to a choice between saving his life and Feyre’s, you know what to do.”

Amren nodded and Rhys left the room.

_____

It had been four and a half hours since the meeting, and Cassian had yet to think of a solid plan to save Feyre. They basically had two options.

Firstly, they could hit with an aerial force and try to forcefully get her out. This could lead to riots and a premature war.

Secondly, they could go in with a special team and try to subtly take her away without raising much alarm.

Rhys had another idea though, one he knew Cassian would never approve of and one he was going to do anyway.

______

Feyre was freezing. It was so cold in the room that she could see her own breath when she breathed and goosebumps covered her skin.

She was tired, and drained, and the cauldron damned chains that bound her cut off her connection to Rhys.

All she wanted was so talk to him once more, just once. So that she could tell him all the things that she needed to, like the indescribable way she loved him, and how she knows that he’ll win this war and hopes he finds happiness. She wants to tell him not to give up, even if she can no longer be there to guide him, that she wished she could’ve kissed him just once more and lastly, she wants him to love again.

“I’m glad we’re not alone,” Feyre whispered to Lucien. She didn’t know if he was conscious, but she said it anyway.

“It was an honour to know you, Feyre.” He murmured in return.

Feyre couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes.

She could hear the footsteps of the fae that was here to talk Lucien and her to their fates, and wished she could’ve had more time.

The footsteps were hurried and urgent. Whatever questions Feyre had about the kind of torture the king of Hybern would inflict upon her and Lucien was soon to be answered.

The door opened, flooding the room with light and to both her and Lucien’s surprise, the latter of which blanched away from the figure at the door, Rhysand appeared.

“Feyre,” He breathed.

He strode into the room and fell to his knees in front of his mate. Using his talons, he slashed through her chains.

Feyre let out a heart wrenching sob, wrapping her arms around Rhys as soon as she was free.

Rhys,” She cried.

He pushed her to arms length and quickly flickered his eyes up and down her body to see if she was critically injured in any way.

“We need to go. Now.” He stepped up and holding her hands helped her up too.

Buzzing with nervous energy and anxiety, Rhys stepped towards Lucien.

Lucien, expecting a death blow, flinched in surprise when Rhysand’s talons, rather than slitting his throat, started to break his chains as well. Lucien didn’t comment, he didn’t want to let a good opportunity go to waste.

When they were broken and Lucien was able to stand and move again, Rhys pinned him to the wall with a hand around his throat.

Lucien let out a chocked sound, hands clawing at Rhys’s, trying to get them away.

“Rhys!”

“Hush, Feyre darling. This will only take a second.” Rhys leaned close to Lucien’s face, trying (and succeeding) to be as threatening as possible. “I have no doubt my mate has offered you a place in our Court, and you are welcome to accept it, little Lucien. You will have a home, you will have a family, and probably what is most important, you will have Elain if she wishes. But know now, if you betray our Court I will slit your throat and make what that dick king do to Tamlin look like a mercy killing. Do you understand?”

Lucien searched for any clues of deception on Rhys face, and deciding that for now he could be trusted nodded as much as he could with Rhys hand still squeezing his neck.

Rhys immediately released him, but not before thundering steps could be heard storming down the steps that led to the dungeon.

“Ah it seems it’s time for us to leave.” Rhysand gripped Lucien’s elbow in one hand, and wrapped his arm around Feyre’s waist with the other. Grinning at Lucien, he said, “Let me show you how a real man can winnow,” and they became darkness and smoke.

______

Cassian was fuming at the actions of his brother.

Not only did he leave to save Feyre without consulting him, he didn’t tell anyone he was pissing off. It wasn’t until Azriel’s shadows whispered to him that the Spring Court mansion was on fire and the flames had been started after 12 Hybern sentires had been cruxified and set alight, while they were still alive, that they all realised Rhys had gone to save his wife alone.

His actions were drastic, over-complicated, and practically asking for something to go wrong. One fault in Rhys’s plan and the Night Court would have lost both the High Lady and High Lord in a matter of hours.

Cassian was preparing troops to march into the Spring Court to save his ass when Rhys appeared with Feyre and Lucien in tow.

Any negative feelings went away when they appeared.

You fucking idiots,” He spat as he walked over to Feyre and Rhys and enveloped them in a hug.

Feyre clung to the General, who she missed dearly while she was at the Spring Court, careful of his frail wings.

“It’s nice to see you too, Cassian.” Feyre laughed.

“What were you thinking, Rhys? What were you thinking?! Next time you go off on a bullshit mission like that tell me, okay? For fucks sake I was preparing a whole war band to come save your sorry ass.” Cassian may have been chastising his brother, but they both knew that he was simply relieved at their safe return.

Feyre turned to where Lucien was awkwardly standing a few feet away, his head bowed and hands clasped behind his back. This wasn’t a show of cowardice or submission, but simply a male trying to deal with such an onslaught of emotion. To lose his best friend, nearly die, and change courts all in one day… Feyre thought it was miraculous that her friend was still standing.

Feyre stood back from her husband and his brother. “Cassian,” she asked, “would you mind taking Lucien to the House of Wind and explaining a few things?”

Cassian dipped his head in understanding and moved toward Lucien. Feyre stopped him with a hand on his elbow as he passed her and muttered into his ear, “I believe Elain is there as well. Make sure Nesta doesn’t meddle, he’s been through enough.”

Cassian acquiesced and moved forward.

Lucien gave Feyre a small goodbye, before being led out of the room.

Feyre and Rhys were alone at last, for the first time in months.

They crashed together, lips meeting in a passionate, desperate kiss. His hands instantly wrapped around her frame as her hands buried themselves in his hair.

I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.” Feyre wept.

“Never again. Never again will we separate, okay? This is it. I can’t lose you, Feyre. I am yours, and I would be nothing without you.” Rhys kissed her again, one hand around her waist and the other now angled her jaw so that he could deepen the kiss further.

“Take me, Rhys. Right here, right now. I need to feel you again. I need to feel you before we go to fight this damned war. Show me that I’m yours and you are mine.” She pleaded, not that she needed to.

Rhys grabbed her to winnow her to their home, but Feyre stopped him by grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling him against her roughly.

“I was promised a wall, Rhys.”

He grinned and conceded to her wants. Conceded so hard the pictures fell off the wall.

They Know

Prompt: Can you do a fic where Dan is deaf and his subscribers don’t know. One day he accidentally uses sign language on a live show and has no choice but to come clean about his disability?

AO3 Link

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Deafness

POV: Third

Words: 2107

All my deaf fics can be found here (each is an independant oneshot)

A/n: This was a prompt but I accidentally deleted it without saving it so….I just went off the general jist (also sorry about the dodgey ending, I wasn’t sure what to do)

((I guess this is set pretty early in their YouTube carier since the chances of Dan hiding hearing aids from four million people is pretty low))

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Prince!Ashton - Part 3

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Y/N’s POV

“I can tell you’re dying to ask” I say with a quirked brow as I sit down opposite him. He looks up, I could tell he was hesitant, but it was obvious he wanted to know.

“Why are there only children here?”

-

Ashton’s POV

She took a deep breath before launching into her story.

“It started two years ago. The war was raging in the west and they needed more soldiers to wield a sword. Everyone in the kingdom knew the war was futile, we were never going to win. But the Bastard King had too much pride” she began.

I internally cringed at the mention of my father. She kept a stern face.

“He wouldn’t surrender despite the thousands of lives he could have saved. So instead he called for all adults to report for duty. Those who were wealthy enough managed to pay their way out, but for a poor village like ours we couldn’t afford it.” she says looking down briefly.

“So all those over the age of 18 left for the war. Calum and I were the eldest left, we were 17 at the time. We both narrowly avoided the front lines by a matter of weeks. We looked after everyone else in the hopes that at least some of the adults would return when the war eventually ended.”

“None of them did. Every child in the village was orphaned. I knew what would happen. The guards would come to take us to orphanages in the city. I wasn’t going to let that happen. So when the guards came we hid in the trees. They left and forgot that our village even existed.”

Even though she was doing well to keep calm about it, I knew this was still hard for her to say. There was a twinkle of rage in her eyes that she was clearly suppressing. She looked up, looking somewhat more comfortable as she continued.

“We went from there, everyone did their bit to help. It was hard at first, especially for the younger ones. It’s hard to explain to a five year old that their parents aren’t ever coming back. Although it toughened everyone up. Now we work together to keep on living. Everyone has their job and it’s a nice village. We have a good life here. It’s not perfect, but it’s home.”

I didn’t know what I was expecting when I asked, but it defiantly wasn’t that. My father was a horrible king and I pray that I will not follow in his footsteps. I knew about the war, although I had no idea about contracting every adult in the outer villages. 

They must hate the royals here, which means I can never tell them who I truly am. My father clearly took everything from them and I didn’t want them to dislike me. Especially Y/N, she was clearly running this village.

There was one thing I didn’t quite understand. “So you and Calum looked after a whole village of children, surely it would have been easier to just let the orphanages take care of them” I say.

“Take care of them?” she laughs. I didn’t understand why she was laughing. “You think that the orphanages take care of the children? I’ll tell you what the orphanages are really like” she states. There was fire in her eyes. The anger there could destroy a city.

“I used to live in the city with my dad. My mum died in childbirth, my dad died when I was twelve.” she explains. “I’m sorry” I state, looking into her eyes. She shrugged “It was a long time ago but thank you”  she gives me a small grateful smile. 

“Anyway, I was taken to the orphanage. The staff are friendly when you show up, so that they don’t arouse suspicion. But once the guards leave and the doors are closed, you’re put to work.”

“It’s alright if your young, those under ten get adopted relatively quickly. But I was twelve, no one wanted me, they wanted the cute ones. And I’m glad that people wanted the young ones, they didn’t deserve to grow up there. Us older ones were tough, we could handle ourselves. We were put to work doing housework and manual labour for people in the village. We weren’t paid, they said that our minimal food was payment enough. If we talked back, we were cuffed and beaten” She explained.

I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was remembering her life there, I didn’t expect her to tell me everything about her as we only just met. It sounded horrible, I had no idea. I felt a pang in my chest at the sadness in her eyes.

“When I was fifteen, I realised something. There were no sixteen year olds, I assumed they were taken on as apprentices in local shops like the butchers or the blacksmith, because that’s what they told us and we believed it. It wasn’t until my friend Elizabeth came to me crying on the eve of her sixteenth birthday, she shoved a letter in my pocket as she hugged me. She said goodbye to me, saying that she was getting a job. By the look in her eye, I knew we were being watched.”

“I waited until I was back in my room to read her letter. She was being sent to the brothel, they were going to sell her as a sex slave to dirty old men to do as they pleased. She said that it was too late for her, but I had to get away, she told me to run, run far away.” she said. There were tears in her eyes but she held it together.

“So I did, I was due to turn sixteen in less than a month, so that night I jumped out the window, I landed in the rubbish pile, it may have stunk like shit but it cushioned my fall. I ran away, I kept running until I was deep in the woods and my legs couldn’t carry me any further. I spent about a week in the woods, I found a cave and I scavenged enough berries and water to keep me going.” she explained.

“That’s when Calum found me. He was out hiking with his father. They took me in and became my family. Calum became the brother I never had. Finally my life was going well. I felt like I had a home again. The village was very welcoming, it was small so everybody knew everybody” she smiled as she relived her happy memories.

Her smile quickly faded, her eyes turning fiery once again. “And then the King took that all away. When I knew that we would all end up at the orphanage, I rounded everyone up, I didn’t want to go back there and I sure as hell was not going to let those children end up in a place like that, they didn’t deserve it. The king had already taken their parents from them, I wasn’t going to let them take their freedom as well.” she finished. She looked at me, obviously trying to interpret my reaction to the onslaught of information she had given me.

I was speechless. My father was a liar, he had always said that the people that went to fight were volunteers. If this had happened to Y/N’s village it must have happened to others to, but they may have not been so lucky to stay out of the orphanage.

“So that’s how we ended up like this.” she gestures to the air around her. “Once you can walk properly, I’ll give you the tour.” she smiles. Any emotions built up from her story were gone.  

She amazed me. I may have only met her today, but after everything she’s been through, she acts like it’s nothing. She’s tough and I admire that about her.

“So what about you, what’s your story?” she asks as she rests her elbows on the table as she looks at me curiously. 

Shit. I can’t tell her I grew up in the castle, or that I’m the son of the man she clearly despised. I quickly try to think of something believable.

“I lived with my father for most of my life, he was a woodworker, he used to sell little toys at the market in the city.” I started as I tried to figure out what to tell her, without it being obvious that I’m lying through my teeth.

“He wanted me to follow in his footsteps, but I didn’t want to. I just wasn’t as passionate about wood as he was. He died naturally about a month ago. There’s nothing for me in the city, so I left, I wanted to find somewhere I could start over and find out what I really wanted” I say, the story had elements of truth to it, despite it being a complete lie.

The way she was looking at me, it seemed she was genuinely interested in my story. I felt terrible lying to her, but it’s for the best.

A/N: Stuff starts happening soon, I promise. 

Part 4  |  Masterlist

Vampire Knight {Sentence Starters}
  • "I won't run away anymore, so don't cry."
  • "You are the beginning of my world and everything in that world."
  • "You can eat those. I'm fine with this one."
  • "After we turn around, the next time we see each other, I will kill you."
  • "Shoot me. You're afraid of me, aren't you?"
  • "I want these gentle hands, and this kind smile, even though I should not want such a thing."
  • "It's all right, for now. ____ will eventually come to me."
  • "Both of us understand, but neither of us will say it."
  • "Having to deal with you all running around screaming "kya kya kya kya" every damn day-!"
  • "Why do you always look so sad whenever you're with me?"
  • "Not yet, but that day will eventually come. Kill me by your own hand, then."
  • "I've been afraid that you would hate me if you knew the truth."
  • "Hey, what's your blood type?"
  • "We are doing something that is forbidden. No one must find out about this."
  • "I couldn't tell you the truth before."
  • "Shut up! I'm not afraid of what happened ten years ago."
  • "The world is dyed with the color of blood. It will never be able to go back to the way it was before."
  • "Then why didn't you kill him first? Perhaps you sympathized with him?"
  • "It would be a problem if you die now."
  • "I've let you live this far because you've been useful."
  • "Being like this makes me feel like we've returned to the old days somewhat."
  • "I just want ____ to be able to laugh from his/her heart."
  • "There is no need for you to sacrifice anything."
  • "Sometimes, forgetting is a type of happiness."
  • "I’ve always been alone. The only one that can bring warmth into my life, is you."
  • "You have stopped opening your heart to me."
  • "If my only option I have is to lose you, then I would prefer death instead."